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On the seventh year of my Blood Oath with vampire Sean Wright, the heat struck me, but he was nowhere to be seen. By midnight, he finally showed up, an unconscious woman in his arms. Leaving me curling up in pain on the bed, he carried her back to his room. and anxiously called for the butler. “Check if she’s alright!” The butler cautiously told him about my condition, but Sean cut him off with annoyance. “You think I’m in the mood to drink her blood right now? Just tell her to tough it out. She won’t die.” My last glimmer of hope shattered. I could only grit my teeth and make a few long cuts on my body to bleed myself for self–rescue. After what felt like an eternity of convulsions, the torture finally ended. Lying in a pool of blood, I sent out my message before I passed out. “You have my word. I’ll break my oath with him within three days, and you’ll be my new master.” When I woke up the next day, my wounds had been bandaged, and the heavy scent of blood in the air was replaced by a faint wisp of smoke. The butler must’ve helped me. Feeling dizzy, I struggled to get up and put on my coat to hide the hideous wounds, wanting to thank him.. Right after I stepped out of my room, I bumped into Sean. He looked me over. Seeing that I seemed fine, he ordered indifferently, “Prepare a meal for me.” I nodded, but another wave of dizziness hit me. I had to steady myself against the wall, and Sean had already turned around. As usual, I brought a bowl of animal blood to his room. Stealing a look at the woman from last night in the bed, I withdrew my gaze and approached Sean. After a glance at the bowl, he frowned. Then he knocked it over, the blood staining my coat. “What the hell are you doing? Take it away!” he snarled, trying to keep his voice down. But the woman was woken anyway. Sean immediately leaned forward and asked how she was feeling, his face etched with worry. She was fine, just a bit hungry. As her stomach rumbled, she stuck out her tongue, giving a shy smile. Sean relaxed and gently pinched her cheek. Then he turned and urged me to re–prepare the meal. Only then did I realize I got it wrong. This woman wasn’t a vampire; like me, she was also a human. Stepping out of his room in silence, I heard their conversation at the door. “Is she a vampire like you?” Chelsea Vasquez sounded curious about me. “No. She’s my blood slave.” “We signed a Blood Oath, so I can only feed from her alone. You have nothing to worry about. I won’t harm you.” A human–vampire Blood Oath was valid for five years only. I should have left a long time ago, but I chose to stay here for him. But he only saw me as a blood slave, a blood bank. I had been clinging to a false hope all along. I numbly walked away, took off my blood–stained coat, removed the damp bandages, and went into the kitchen to prepare food for Chelsea. Just then, I heard footsteps behind me; the smell of the blood drew Sean here. “Why do I smell blood?” Then he saw the horrifying wounds on my arms. He pulled me close, his gaze inscrutable. “Did… you do this to yourself last night?” When the heat flared up, the master had to drink the slave’s blood. Otherwise, the slave must carve at least seven cuts. Lucky one could make it through, while the others would end up in shock and die. I was one of the lucky ones. Just like he said, I toughened it out, and I didn’t die. Only my unrealistic expectations of him died. I pulled my hand back, telling him I was fine. My indifferent attitude made him scowl. “You’re blaming me for not helping you,” he stated. “I wouldn’t dare.” He turned off the faucet, stopping me from washing vegetables. “You’re injured. Stay away from water.” That commanding tone again… I stubbornly held the food in my hand, not letting go. After a few seconds of standoff, he snorted, “Suit yourself.” Then he turned to leave. But after taking a few steps, he stopped and said in a low voice, “Tll help you the next time.” I remained silent, for there wouldn’t be a next time. The castle was as dim as ever, with only a few candles burning on the candelabras. I lit a candle to check the castle’s light–blocking conditions. If I pulled the curtains open even just a little bit, the harsh light from outside would. pour in.

Having lived here for a long time, I was already used to it. But clearly, it was a different case for Chelsea. She told Sean she wanted to go out to bask in the sun. With affection in his eyes, he said, “OK.” When I first came here a few years ago, I made a similar request. Back then, he emphasized to me that vampires should steer clear of light, and the only way to survive in this world was to live by rules. Reading the room was a blood slave’s survival instinct, so I never made such requests again. Now I realized he could have agreed to my request. But he chose not to because, unlike Chelsea, I wasn’t worth it. Taking Sean’s hand, Chelsea walked over to me with a bright smile, asking me if I wanted to tag along. I was stunned for a second before. lowering my head and saying, “I’ll stay here to prepare your meal.” Her smile faded a bit as she heard my answer, and she seemed a bit disappointed. Noticing that, Sean looked at me and ordered, “You’ll come with us. “Get the meal ready and bring it along.” I looked up at him. The candlelight illuminated my expressionless face, and only then did he notice my pale lips due to a loss of blood. He then added, his tone softening a bit, “You’re hurt badly, so just get me animal blood for the next few days.” Chelsea grabbed my hand holding the candle and echoed, “Come with us, OK? I bet it’s been ages since the last time you enjoyed some sunshine.” I was a bit in a trance as I felt the warmth of another human’s touch, missing the wax dripping down. Sean’s eyes flickered as he quickly pulled her hand away. In the next second, my fingertip hurt. I glanced at their hands clasping together and used the other hand to hold the candle. Then I said, “I’ll go get the meal ready then.” After rinsing the burn under cold water, I circled a date on the calendar. The day I drew the third circle would be the day my Blood Oath with Sean reached its full term, and I’d have a chance to break it. After getting everything ready, I pushed open the doors and was instantly bathed in the sunlight. I had been living in the dark for thousands of days already, and my first instinct was to hide myself. On the contrary, in a black robe, Sean didn’t resist at all when Chelsea grabbed him and ran out. Behind them, I took a step forward cautiously. Plucking up my courage, I stepped outside and was bathed in the long–missed natural light. As my exposed skin gradually sensed the warmth of the light, somehow, I suddenly felt the urge to cry. Then I habitually looked around for that familiar figure, only to see Chelsea on her tiptoe. “Can I see your fangs?” She was healthy, and her figure was well- proportioned. Her long hair under the sunlight was radiant, and the smile on her face was utterly eye–catching. Placing his hands on her waist, Sean drew back his hood at her request. He smiled, his pupils narrowing. In the next second, even I, standing from afar, saw his two fangs, the signature of a vampire. He didn’t worry he’d attack her because I–his blood slave–was here. In an unnoticed corner, I took a few steps back. Hiding in the shadows, I let the tree shade cover my withered hair and hid my bony, hideous hands in my sleeves. Soon, the sun set, and darkness was looming. It’d be my shift soon, so I walked out and said I should go back first. The surprised look on Sean’s face suggested he assumed I had already left. He was about to say something when Chelsea beat him to it, saying to him. “It’s time for me to go, too. Could you see me off?” Of course, he would. Since I was here, too, he said to me, “I’ll take you there as well.” The border train was the transportation between the vampire world and the human world, and my other job was workingnight shifts, patrolling the train station platform every day. This was the first time Sean offered to take me there. Fatigue washed over me, and I turned down his sudden whim, saying, “No need. Mr. Wright, you can just see Ms. Vasquez off.” Sensing something off, he walked over to me and insisted, “I’ll take you there.” Chelsea also noticed something as she watched us interact and linked arms with him. Then she said to me, “If it’s on the way, why don’t you come with us? “I heard you’ve known Sean for a long time already. Maybe you can tell me more about him.” I could tell she was defensive of me. Sean patted her hand, obviously pleased by her words. I suddenly realized I didn’t know him at all; at least I had never seen this side of him before. Anyway, I didn’t refuse them again. I bowed and said respectfully, “Thank you, Mr. Wright. Thank you, Ms. Vasquez.” As I straightened, I met Sean’s eyes. All I did was what a servant was supposed to do, though he never asked me to bow to him.

After arriving at the border train platform, I was about to go to the duty room to put my things there when Sean suddenly grabbed me. He said, “Wait for me to come back. I’ll take you back after I’m done.” Come back? Would he come back tonight? I didn’t ask because I noticed Chelsea staring at his hand covering mine. In the next second, my beeper sounded; my colleague was looking for me. So, I nodded hurriedly. Soon, Sean and Chelsea boarded the night train heading toward the human world and disappeared from my sight. Nothing happened during the routine inspections. As the hour hand on the platform clock ticked, the number of vampires coming and going waxed and waned. Sean was still nowhere to be seen until the last train arrived. I came back to the duty room and lay prone on the desk, feeling exhausted. Before I realized it, I fell asleep. I wouldn’t wait for those who’d never show up or bother with empty promises. As I opened my eyes again, I saw a familiar ceiling. There Sean was, sitting by the bed. A sweet aroma wafted over me, and I turned my head to see a slice of cake on the nightstand. “It’s for you.” Sean said. In the dim light, I met his gaze. Then I quickly looked away and said “Thanks” in a flat tone. Clearly, my reaction wasn’t what he was expecting. He pursed his lips and explained a bit irritably. “Something urgent came up last night. I didn’t mean to leave you there waiting for me. Chelsea…” “It’s fine.” I interrupted him, not interested in his excuse. He had left me behind waiting for him so many times didn’t make me feel a thing. I once more When had I last eaten? Feeling a bit dizzy, I reached out for the cake. Being cut off, Sean seemed a bit displeased. He said, “Chelsea is right- women do dig sweet things like this. What else do humans eat?” My hand froze slightly in mid–air. I realized something. He bought a cake for Chelsea, and this slice was nothing but an afterthought. Withdrawing my hand, I lay back in bed while enduring the discomfort, looking listless. “Why don’t you ask Ms. Vasquez?” “You…” He choked on my words and frowned at me. Then his phone rang. His expression changed as he saw the message; then he stood up and left hurriedly without saying a word. I drew another circle on the calendar. Then I gave the butler the slice of cake to thank him for dressing my wounds. After taking a few bites and changing my bandages, I went to the border train platform. A colleague of mine was also a blood slave. She was surprised to see me arrive so early and then told me she had seen Sean earlier. “A pretty human woman came here alone. Can you believe it? There were vampires everywhere on the platform. She almost caused a commotion. “If Mr. Wright hadn’t shown up in time, she would have been in danger. “They hugged. Who’s her to him?” Overwhelmed by bitterness, I lowered and shook my head, saying I didn’t know. Then I gave her the cookies I had baked and asked her about the conditions for breaking a Blood Oath, which was why I had come here early today. She had successfully broken hers once and was now a blood slave to her second master. She was surprised when I brought this up and wanted to ask for more, however, at the sight of the wounds on my arms, she swallowed back her words. In the end, she asked nothing and just patted my shoulder while telling me what she knew. After saying bye to her, I quit my job at the train station and went back to the castle through the thick night. As soon as I pushed the door open, I felt something off. The clothes were scattered on the floor, and muffled groans filled the air. Following a few strands of lights, I walked forward to a wide–open door. In the next second, I saw Sean. His pupils had darkened to a deep crimson, and he was drinking Chelsea’s blood with his fangs buried in her neck. Beneath him, Chelsea didn’t struggle at all. She placed her hands on his waist, meekly letting him take whatever he desired. The bag in my hand fell to the floor. Hearing the sound, Sean immediately looked up at me, his gaze sharp. In the next second, he raised his hand and hurled a glass vase at me without hesitation. It struck my shoulder heavily before shattering on the floor, causing a deafening sound. “Get out!” I snapped back to reality and realized what they were doing. The Embrace–a vampire would drain a human’s blood to mark the human as their own and then feed the human their own blood. In such a way, the human would turn into a vampire. I remained motionless for a few seconds after Sean’s furious roar. Then I picked up the Oath Necklace he had casually tossed on the floor and left the room. The Embrace lasted what felt like an eternity. By the time everything went quiet again, it was the following night. Right after I sorted out the things in the room, Sean kicked open the door and clasped my shoulders with great force under fury. His fingertips happened to land on the large patch of purplish–black bruises left by yesterday. “You gave her the blood extractor, didn’t you?!” His pupils had already returned to normal, suggesting he was no longer in the state of drinking blood, but he seemed even more furious than before. Enduring the pain, I frowned, took a deep breath, and said word by word, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sneered, not loosening his grip at all. “I only feed from your blood. If the extractor hadn’t carried the smell of your blood, I wouldn’t have lost my mind and done that to her…. “Scarlett,” he said my name through gritted teeth. “I know what’s going on in your mind. But no matter what, you shouldn’t have harmed her like this.” His face twisted due to great anger. Suddenly, I felt utterly exhausted and sick. “You’re the one who lost control, drank her blood, and made her one of yours,” I looked at him and smiled mockingly. “You should be happy. At least no one else will drink her blood now.” In the next second, he slapped me hard, causing a loud, crisp sound. My cheek burned right away. I tilted my face and blinked hard, trying my best not to cry. “Bitch!” He gripped my chin hard to force me to look at him. His eyes were filled with fury and disappointment as he said, clenching his teeth, “I never should’ve saved you back then.” Indeed, he shouldn’t have. I smiled bitterly. What a waste of these few years–my devotion and company turned out to be nothing. “Blood!” suddenly, Chelsea in the next room screamed. “I need blood!” Sean’s expression changed. Ignoring my struggle and painful expression, he dragged me forcibly to his room. Chelsea was looking around madly, her hair scattered on her shoulders. She looked at him like he was her life–saving straw and shed tears at once. “Give me blood. Sean, I want blood!” She clutched and scratched the blanket frantically, leaving chaotic marks. The scene was so horrifying that for a while, I even forgot my pain. The animal blood in the fridge could save her. Yet, in the next second, Sean dragged me to her and ripped open my. collar. Realizing what he was going to do, I struggled crazily. But soon, he pinned my hands behind my back, and my bare neck was exposed under Chelsea’s gaze. The fresh human blood inside me was what vampires craved the most. Without hesitation, Chelsea buried her fangs in my neck where Sean had left his claiming mark. She started to drink frantically. Losing blood, I couldn’t help but twitch in pain. “Let go… of… me…” My wounds that had already stopped bleeding reopened due to my desperate struggle, and I could feel the damp, sticky blood soaking through the back of my clothes. The metallic scent wafted over me, making me sick. Sean then reached over to fix my feebly drooped head, and at that moment, I saw his bare neck. I suddenly felt that the Oath Necklace in my pocket was like a sharp knife, stabbing me hard. He saved me seven years ago. This would be my final payment. My vision went blank as my strength faded away. I stopped struggling and closed my eyes, my hands slipping feebly from behind my back. Feeling the sudden weight in his hands, Sean then noticed I had fainted. with a ghastly pale face. Suddenly, he realized what he was doing and let go of me. Chelsea, who had lost her mind, wanted to continue to drink my blood. He pushed her away, and she passed out, too. Sean pressed a hand over the two puncture wounds on my neck, but the blood continued to ooze out from between his fingers. Panicking, he shouted at the top of his lungs, calling the butler over. No one answered. He placed me in bed, asked me to wait for him, and rushed out of the room. Hearing his shouts and the sound of the castle doors being pushed open, I managed to open my eyes with difficulty. With trembling hands, I peeled off the hemostatic patch from my arm and pressed it against the wounds. on my neck. Then I crawled up and went back to my room, stumbling. Enduring the great dizziness, I rummaged through the drawer where I used to place the blood extractor. Sure enough, it was gone… The clock chimed. It was midnight. I tore off a page from the calendar, lit the fireplace that I had never used, and tossed the Oath Necklace stained with my blood inside without any hesitation. As the flames crackled and popped, I left the castle without looking back.

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I was reborn back to Christmas 1970, the Christmas when I took the SAT exam. After receiving my precious college acceptance letter, I sold it and used the money to dine at a fancy restaurant. When my paralyzed husband Jacob Wood learned about this, he was so furious that he stood up immediately, while his beloved Aurora Ruiz kept hurling insults at me. Watching their reactions, I burst into laughter. In my previous life, Jacob had begged me to sell my acceptance letter to Aurora and use the money for his medical treatment. I reluctantly agreed. After that, I stayed home taking care of Jacob’s parents, working on the farm, and caring for the paralyzed Jacob. So I had no idea that I was actually the long-lost biological daughter of General Alexander Taylor and his wife Valentina Taylor. Alexander recognized my handwriting from the SAT papers and searched through the night for the test taker, hoping to find his missing daughter. Aurora used my identity to reunite with the Taylor couple, transforming herself into the general’s daughter. Fearing exposure, she conspired with Jacob to murder me with their own hands. Only before my death did I discover that Jacob wasn’t paralyzed at all—everything they did was to steal my achievements. When I opened my eyes again, I found Jacob pretending to fall and become paralyzed. I smiled silently and sold my acceptance letter overnight to Ariana Sanders, the daughter of the town’s most domineering textile factory owner. This time, I was eager to see how they’d compete with me. Jacob’s voice rang out: “Honey, I heard your acceptance letter arrived.” Hearing these familiar words, I smiled and said, “Yes.” Jacob excitedly praised my intelligence. Then his eyes reddened: “If you go to the city for school, there’ll be no one to take care of a paralyzed person like me. I’ll just have to wait to die. “By the way, I heard Aurora didn’t get into college and wants to buy an acceptance letter at a high price. Why don’t you sell yours to her and use the money for my treatment? That would be good for everyone.” Before he finished speaking, I nodded repeatedly: “Okay, I’ll definitely sell it.” Hearing this, Aurora, who had just arrived, smiled happily: “That’s wonderful, Kennedy Taylor. I thought you’d abandon Jacob to go to school. “Since you’re willing, I’ll give you fifty dollars right now. Don’t refuse—you must use this money for Jacob’s medical care.” Both were excited, their eyes full of anticipation. I blinked and pushed away Aurora’s hand offering the money: “I will indeed sell the acceptance letter, but I never said I’d sell it to you. “I’ve already sold my acceptance letter and college spot to Ariana, the textile factory owner’s daughter. She gave me five hundred dollars. Now I’m going to the fancy restaurant in town for a feast, then to the agricultural cooperative to buy two bottles of spaghetti sauce. If you’re hungry, cook for yourselves.” As I spoke, I pushed open the door to leave. There was silence behind me for two seconds, then Jacob roared in disbelief: “Stop! Who gave you permission to sell that acceptance letter?” Aurora immediately followed with angry curses, her face pale: “Kennedy, how can you be so shameless? That’s a spot countless people would beg for—how could you sell it without permission?”

I smiled and said, “This is indeed a spot that others can’t even dream of getting, but I’m smart enough to have gotten into college. What business is it of yours?” Jacob angrily shot to his feet, grabbing the door bolt and charging at me: “You bitch! I’m giving that spot to Aurora. How dare you sell it to someone else without discussing it with me?” I immediately ran outside, crying and shouting as I fled: “Help! My husband is furious that I sold the college acceptance letter to pay for his treatment, and he wants to beat me to death!” It was noon, and the villagers were all resting. Hearing my voice, everyone gathered around. Seeing the healthy Jacob, someone immediately screamed: “Jacob, weren’t you paralyzed? How did you suddenly get better?” Hearing this, Jacob’s steps faltered as he remembered his deliberate act of faking paralysis just days ago. He froze, and the door bolt in his hand crashed to the ground. I threw myself into the arms of Natalia Nelson, the director of the women’s center, crying: “Ms. Nelson, you have to help me. My husband actually faked being paralyzed to force me to sell my college acceptance letter to Aurora. I wanted to help him get treatment, so I sold the acceptance letter to someone else at a high price, but now they want to beat me to death.” Natalia was an upright person and immediately joined the villagers in angrily cursing and condemning Jacob. Aurora glared at me resentfully, then quickly came up with an idea. She said: “Stop scolding Jacob, everyone. Actually, I cured Jacob’s legs yesterday. We just hadn’t had time to tell Kennedy yet—we wanted to wait until she got her acceptance letter to give her a big surprise. That’s why we were angry that Kennedy sold the acceptance letter. This is all a misunderstanding.” Hearing her excuse, all the villagers calmed down. I hadn’t originally planned to use the fake illness incident to directly break ties with Jacob, so I sighed: “You actually kept such wonderful news from me. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you two were the married couple.” Someone among the surrounding villagers immediately chimed in: “She’s right. Aurora is always going to Jacob’s house. I think they’re the ones who act like a real married couple.” Another person said: “Kennedy is so beautiful and ambitious. If it weren’t for having no parents, how could she possibly have married Jacob? Jacob, you better not let her down.” Jacob nodded repeatedly in agreement, his face darkening, while Aurora blushed and lowered her head. After commenting for a while, the villagers all went home to rest. Seeing no one around, Jacob said coldly: “Kennedy, do you think you can rebel just because you got into college? You embarrassed Aurora in the village today. If you don’t apologize to Aurora and compensate her five hundred dollars, you won’t be a member of the Wood family anymore.” Looking at the two people who had brutally killed me in my previous life, I said calmly: “Thank you for your kind offer. I indeed don’t want to be a member of the Wood family. Ariana arranged a job for me at the garment factory. I’m actually supposed to report there today. From now on, I won’t be coming back.”

In my previous life, Alexander and Valentina recognized me through my handwriting and searched everywhere for the test paper’s owner. This time, they’ll definitely follow the clues to find the garment factory. I can’t miss another chance to reunite with my biological parents. While Jacob and Aurora weren’t paying attention, I left directly. I went to the town’s garment factory and got hired immediately using the note Ariana had given me. For some reason, Jacob and Aurora didn’t follow me. My entire short life had been entangled with Jacob, so he probably assumed I’d never leave him and even believed I’d return soon to apologize on my own. Actually, I felt incredibly relaxed. Working at the garment factory was much easier than serving Jacob at home. In my previous life, as an orphan with no one to rely on, I grew up with help from the neighbors around me. Jacob’s family was well-off and often gave me food. Gradually, I couldn’t help but feel grateful to him. His parents loved my down-to-earth, ambitious personality, so they created opportunities for Jacob and me to be together. I originally thought Jacob and I would live happily together forever. But everything changed after Aurora arrived. Jacob disliked my temperament and despised me for being a country woman who knew nothing, so he spent all his time fooling around with Aurora. He knew I had no family to depend on and was certain I wouldn’t dare cross him, but he never imagined I could get into college. Later, the two of them planned to fake illness, steal my acceptance letter, take over my identity, and ultimately torture me to death at home. I would never let such days repeat themselves. During the day, I worked peacefully at the garment factory. After work, I took my five hundred dollars and enjoyed myself around town. Soon, fellow villagers spread word of my situation to Jacob and Aurora. They finally couldn’t stand it anymore and came looking for me in fury. Jacob roared, “Kennedy, how can you be so shameless? Don’t you know what’s happening at home? How can you only care about enjoying yourself without buying anything for the family? “My mom got sick from anger because of you. You won’t even give us money for medicine, but you bought yourself new clothes. Are you trying to seduce other men?” After hearing his words, the garment factory workers immediately looked at me differently. One man said, “He’s right. Ever since Kennedy started at the garment factory, she never goes home. After work, she just hangs around the factory area. What’s that about?” Another man added, “Yeah. She has no parents, so how could she have money to eat at restaurants every day? I even saw her buy a gold bracelet last time.” A woman chimed in, “Besides, we all got in through connections. She has no background, so why should she get to take up a worker’s spot?” Instantly, everyone looked at me with contempt. I was stunned. I never expected that just to get money from me, Jacob would team up with Aurora to spread rumors and slander me for seducing other men. Although I’d been reborn, I was still just a woman in her early twenties. I was so angry I couldn’t speak for a moment. Aurora looked smug as she stepped forward and grabbed me. “You slut! We hit the nail on the head, so you don’t dare argue back, do you? If you don’t hand over the money, we’ll call the police.” Jacob sneered coldly, letting Aurora hold onto me while he directly tried to snatch my gold bracelet. He said, “I’ll let you off this time. But you’re not allowed to keep working. Come home with me right now.” I sold my grades to Ariana precisely so I could wait for Alexander and Valentina to come find me. How could I possibly leave with Jacob? Recalling how I died miserably in my past life, I slapped Aurora across the face and then kicked Jacob hard in the groin. Then I roared furiously: “How dare you bastards spread lies about me! Aurora, as a woman, you come to my house every day after work and cling all over Jacob. You’re the one acting like a whore! “Jacob, you bastard pretended to be paralyzed just to steal my acceptance letter. That was only a few days ago—have you already forgotten? How dare you come here and spread rumors about me? You’re just bullying me because I have no family. I want a divorce!” In the past, I’d always been insecure and introverted, not even daring to speak loudly in front of others. But after being reborn, as someone who had already died once, I no longer feared anything. So I cursed them out directly, my words sharp and articulate. Because I rarely spoke up, Jacob and Aurora dared to spread rumors about me in public. They never expected me to fight back directly, so they were stunned by my outburst and froze on the spot. After a long moment, Jacob snapped back to reality and rushed forward to slap me. “How dare you slander Aurora! You’re asking for death! Apologize to Aurora right now!” Aurora bit her teeth in fury and kept kicking me. “Kennedy, you can secretly work as a prostitute, but how dare you slander me! Jacob is your husband—you have a marriage certificate. Without evidence, would he dare say such things in front of everyone?” Hearing her words, the crowd all nodded in agreement. One man said: “That’s right. No man would willingly admit to being betrayed by his wife.” A woman said: “Kennedy must have done something to wrong her husband. Otherwise, her husband wouldn’t cause a scene at the factory.” Another woman said: “In that case, Kennedy’s reputation is completely ruined. No one will hire her in the future!” Aurora beat me viciously, her eyes filled with malice. I couldn’t fight off both of them at once and could only be held down by Jacob while getting slapped several times. Just as I was struggling to break free, a shout suddenly came from outside the crowd: “Stop hitting her! Ms. Sanders is here.” Seeing me beaten until my nose was bleeding, Ariana immediately asked the people around what had happened. Everyone present said I was working as a prostitute, and I hastily defended myself: “Others might not know, but you know where my money comes from…” Before I could finish speaking, I saw Ariana’s expression suddenly change. I froze, thinking to myself: “This is bad. Ariana bought my SAT scores and must be very worried about this being exposed. Now, seeing someone here to deal with me, not only won’t she help me, she’ll actually help Jacob and Aurora get rid of me.” Just as I thought this, Ariana said: “They’re right. I have indeed seen Kennedy sneaking around and leaving with different men. “Kennedy, I was kind enough to let you work at my family’s clothing factory, but you dare to corrupt the atmosphere of my factory like this. You’re fired!” Hearing her words, Aurora was delighted. Seeing Jacob kick me to the ground, she came forward to tear at my clothes. “You shameless slut! We’re going to strip you naked first, display your body to everyone, then take you back for punishment.” I knew how important a woman’s reputation was in this era, so I kept struggling. But with Ariana’s instigation, everyone rushed forward to beat and curse me relentlessly. Soon, my clothes were torn to shreds, and countless disgusting hands were groping my body. People began commenting on my figure. I knew that if this continued, I’d have no choice but to die. I forced myself to calm down, then seized the moment to kick Aurora hard in the face as she was trying to remove my pants, sending her flying three meters away. Jacob was heartbroken and immediately let go of me to check on Aurora’s condition. I stood up, trying to leave, but someone grabbed my hair again. “Since you’re already working as a prostitute, showing us your body is nothing.” The crowd around me burst into laughter and prepared to assault me again. Just then, a military jeep screeched to a halt at the factory entrance. After the door opened, two armed guards jumped out first. One of them roared: “It’s broad daylight, and this is a public place. What are you doing? General Taylor has arrived. All of you behave yourselves!”

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Back to that night when we were drugged with aphrodisiacs, my sister Madison Blair decisively grabbed Victor Hastings, the town’s violent-tempered football player, and dragged him into the cornfield. In my previous life, Madison and I were both drugged at the same time. She quickly chose Kevin Sinclair, the promising honor student, leaving me forced to settle for Victor. Afterward, Kevin stepped up and took responsibility, hosting a grand wedding in town to marry Madison. Meanwhile, I could only have a hasty ceremony. Madison mocked me relentlessly: “You’ll never measure up to me! My husband is going to be a future Wall Street elite!” I never expected that after marriage, Victor would completely change from his former hot-tempered self, showering me with love and affection. He later became a tech mogul and the richest man in town. Meanwhile, Kevin got caught cheating on his exams, was banned from testing for life, and could only survive doing odd jobs. Seeing me become a wealthy wife, Madison suddenly showed up at my house crying: “My husband is worthless. After all these years, he can’t even afford to buy an apartment!” Out of sisterly affection, I arranged a job for her with an annual salary of over a hundred thousand dollars. But on the day she came to thank me, she killed me with a whiskey bottle. “We’re sisters—why do you get to live better than me?” When I opened my eyes again, I was back to that night when Madison and I were both drugged. “Victor, come here!” I watched as Madison, her face flushed with excitement, pulled a thin, weak man into the cornfield. Before leaving, she shot me a provocative glare. “Emily, in this lifetime I’m going to live the rich life! You can stay poor with that loser Kevin forever!” Soon, inappropriate sounds came from the cornfield. Looking at the man beside me with flushed cheeks and heavy breathing, I finally realized I had been reborn! In my past life, Madison had fallen for Kevin at first sight when he came to town as an investment banking intern. After pursuing Kevin unsuccessfully for years, she decided to slip him an aphrodisiac. Afraid of being sued afterward, she drugged me too and pushed me toward Victor, the town’s notorious troublemaker. With me as a comparison, the town gossip naturally focused on me. I became the slut everyone despised. Afterward, Kevin not only gave Madison a diamond ring but also plenty of cash. Our parents even prepared wedding gifts to bless their marriage. For a while, Madison became the envy of everyone in town. After all, everyone knew Kevin was destined to be a financial elite. Meanwhile, I could only clutch an old blanket as I married into Victor’s run-down apartment. Seeing my miserable state, Madison said smugly: “You only deserve a life of poverty. I’m destined for high society, while you’ll be stuck in this small town forever!” But within just a few years, everything changed dramatically. After marriage, Victor became like a different person—not only treating me with endless love but also successfully starting a business in New York, becoming a tech mogul. Meanwhile, the much-admired Kevin got caught cheating on his SATs, was banned from testing for life, and could only work as a temp in Victor’s factory. The huge reversal drove Madison to cry at my doorstep. I kindly arranged a high-paying job for her. But when she came to thank me, she smashed my head with a bottle. So in this life, she didn’t hesitate to choose Victor, who would become wealthy in the future, leaving me with Kevin, who was destined to fail. Listening to the sounds coming from the cornfield, I almost burst out laughing. What a difference between a “future financial elite” and a “hot-tempered athlete”! I really looked forward to seeing Madison’s regretful expression!

“What? No way!” “I don’t agree!” When Madison announced to her parents that she wanted to drop out of school to marry Victor, she immediately faced strong opposition from both of them. “Madison, Victor comes from a poor family. You’ll suffer if you marry him! Victor is just a thug – you can’t marry him!” Her parents tried desperately to dissuade her. But Madison was determined to live the life of a rich person and wouldn’t listen to their advice at all. Seeing her parents badmouth Victor, she immediately said impatiently, “Dad, Mom, people change. Victor may be a small-time thug now, but he’ll definitely achieve great things in the future. I’m going to become a wealthy man’s wife! You’ll become rich people too!” Madison spoke with complete confidence, but her parents remained worried. Father Ryan Blair smoked his cigar, his face full of worry, reluctant to speak harshly to Madison. “What about your relationship with Kevin?” Everyone knew how she’d been pursuing Kevin these past few years. Hearing Kevin’s name, hatred flashed in Madison’s eyes, followed by a malicious smile. “Then let Emily marry him, and make his family pay more for the wedding expenses. That’ll make my life even easier.” As soon as she finished speaking, mother Linda Murphy slapped me hard across the face. “Did you encourage Madison to marry Victor? I knew you had bad intentions! You even dare to steal Madison’s marriage prospect – how shameless!” I covered my face and said nothing. Although I was used to their favoritism toward Madison, it still hurt. Madison was their precious darling, while I was just someone no one cared about. Madison was their first child, so they spoiled her. When Linda was pregnant with her second child, she desperately wanted a boy to complete her dream of a “perfect family.” Unfortunately, not only was I a girl, but I also caused damage to Linda’s uterus during birth, making it impossible for her to have a son. So they hated me deeply. Madison knew Kevin would be poor in the future. By forcing me to marry Kevin, she wanted to make me suffer for the rest of my life. Madison tugged at Linda’s sleeve and said firmly, “Mom, I’ve made up my mind. Trust me – within three years, he’ll be able to buy a sports car.” Hearing about the sports car, Linda was somewhat tempted but still doubtful. Victor was the neighborhood’s notorious thug, yet Madison spoke with such confidence that Linda didn’t know what to think. Seeing me cover my face in silence, Madison threw several books at me. “Since I’m dropping out anyway, I’ll give you these books.” I was stunned by this unexpected surprise. Even though my head was bleeding, I immediately and carefully picked up the books and held them close. In my previous life, I was the one who got into the state’s top high school, but the day before enrollment, my parents locked me in the storage room and let Madison take my place. I could only do housework at home, and every penny I earned was taken away as Madison’s allowance. Later, when I accompanied Victor on business trips to New York, I was often mocked for only having a high school education. I had always longed to go to college. Now that Madison was actually handing me this opportunity, I would definitely seize it tightly. “Madison?” Both parents questioned in unison. But Madison just laughed lightly and said, “Mom, Dad, don’t worry. Even if Emily gets excellent test scores, she’ll still be my servant for life. Besides, even Kevin can’t go to college, so Emily – this dropout who’s been out of school for years – definitely can’t either. She’s destined to serve me for the rest of her life.”

After waiting at home for half a month, Kevin came to my house as promised to discuss the wedding arrangements. He brought a full two thousand dollars as wedding support money, twice as much as he had given Madison in my previous life. This generous sum made Madison stomp her feet in anger. Linda comforted her by saying all the money would go to her, and only then did Madison’s expression soften. Madison counted the two thousand dollars over and over again, then smugly flaunted the money in front of me. “See that? Mom will always love me the most. You can spend your whole life being poor with Kevin! When Victor gets rich, don’t you dare come begging me for charity.” I couldn’t be bothered to respond to Madison’s provocation and simply waited quietly for the wedding to arrive. Knowing that my parents favored Madison and hadn’t prepared anything wedding-related for me, Kevin secretly had someone make me a wedding dress. After learning that I wanted to go to college, he also gave me all of his Christmas notes. Looking at the notebook filled with dense records, I felt incredibly grateful. Thank goodness Madison was blinded by illusory wealth and riches, giving me a chance to completely change my fate. Ever since Kevin came to my house, Madison would curse him in front of me every day, saying he not only cheated on the SAT but would also be a pauper for life. But all of this was clearly her doing. She had believed the rumors in the community that Kevin would abandon her once he got into college. Therefore, Madison deliberately tore up Kevin’s notes and stuffed them into his belongings, causing him to be caught cheating. Later, when Kevin had the opportunity to work on Wall Street, she also ruined that for him, simply because the person who called was a woman. Madison pathologically cut off Kevin’s connections with everyone, then blamed Kevin for being incompetent. Thinking about this, I looked at Madison with sympathy. She had been deceiving herself all along. Madison and I got married on the same day. Unlike my previous life when I married Victor with just an old suitcase, my parents were about to spend nearly all their savings on Madison. Madison’s wedding dress was custom-made by the best tailor in the city, and they bought her all kinds of jewelry. They even specially chose the most premium memory foam mattress to give to Madison. Victor’s parents didn’t contribute any support money, so my parents, worried that Madison would suffer, not only gave her all the two thousand dollars from Kevin but also scraped together an additional thousand dollars themselves. In my previous life, they had me leave home with just an old suitcase, but this time they prepared nothing for me. If Kevin hadn’t prepared a wedding dress for me early on, I might have been the first bride without even a wedding dress. When Madison saw Kevin appear at the door, she still couldn’t suppress the resentment in her eyes. Seeing Madison’s expression, Linda immediately turned to me and said, “Emily, Kevin is someone Madison gave up for you. If Madison hadn’t been unwilling, you wouldn’t be this lucky. Even after you’re married, you’ll be Madison’s servant for life! Whenever she needs something, you have to come running. I remember your high school grades were pretty good – if you get accepted to college, you need to give that spot to Madison!” When I didn’t respond, Linda slapped me across the face, completely ignoring the stares of others. “I’m talking to you! Did you hear me?” Madison said, “Mom, today is my wedding day. Don’t get angry.” Linda immediately dropped her aggressive tone and looked at Madison with concern. “I’m just helping you remind her not to forget her place.” Madison smiled and said, “Mom, my future status is something she could never reach. We might as well cut ties now to save her from begging me for charity later. Emily, you can spend your whole life with that loser who’ll never get into an Ivy League school!” With that, she clicked away in her high heels. Watching Linda’s resentful expression, I finally made up my mind. I packed all my belongings and left with Kevin in the middle of the night. At the same time, Madison’s shrill screams could be heard coming from Victor’s house.

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On Valentine’s Day, my boyfriend Alexander Sinclair said he wanted to take me home to meet his family. The moment I arrived in the small town, he had me tied up and handed over to a group of strangers. Alexander held his first love Sharon Foster in his arms and said coldly, “If I hadn’t tricked you into coming back, Sharon would be the one participating in the town’s ritual.” Sharon smugly told me, “Being chosen as the sacrificial bride for the town’s ritual is your good fortune!” I had no desire to be used as a sacrifice. Looking at the familiar statue in the church, I cried my heart out. When I ran away from our wedding at Christmas, he had said that if he ever saw me again, he would definitely kill me! “Alexander, even if you don’t want to marry me, you don’t have to kidnap me!” I was tied up hand and foot, thrown on the cold floor, surrounded by a group of townspeople with vicious looks in their eyes. Countless thoughts flashed through my mind, wondering if they were planning to sell me. But if Alexander needed money, he could have just told me directly—after all, I’m quite wealthy. Alexander held Sharon in his arms, looking at me without a trace of mercy. “If I hadn’t tricked you into coming back, Sharon would be the one participating in the ritual. You’re going to get married anyway, so being the bride of a deity is the same thing. Just think of it as doing this for me.” I thought I had encountered kidnappers, but it turned out to be marriage fraud. After saying this, he stopped looking at me and signaled for the townspeople to act. “Do whatever you want with Charlotte, just don’t hurt Sharon.” Alexander looked at me with a hint of emotion: “I was so good to you, now it’s time for you to repay me.” We dated for two years, and I thought Alexander truly loved me. When he was pursuing me, he was really thoughtful—whenever I needed him, he was always there. He even spent most of his meager salary on me. Alexander made me breakfast every day and gave me little gifts from time to time, which moved me deeply. I thought this was true love and felt lucky, until I saw how he protected Sharon—only then did I understand what true love really looked like. “Don’t worry, one ritual bride is enough. Carry her to the church.” The old mayor Tom Morgan, with his mouth full of yellow teeth, smoked a cigar while eyeing me with a lecherous gaze. “She’s definitely prettier than Sharon. The deity will surely be pleased!” Like livestock awaiting slaughter, I was tied up so tightly I couldn’t move. They dressed me in a white wedding gown, saying I needed to be confined in the church for three days of purification before being offered to the deity. The bride for this ritual had to be a virgin. In the bitter cold, I was tied to a church pew, shivering from cold and hunger. I had already been through this entire process once before, and going through it again, I still couldn’t bear this kind of torment.

When Alexander came over with a blanket that evening, I was sobbing uncontrollably. “Please, Alexander, let me go! I have money—I can pay you!” “Just let me leave, and I’ll give you whatever you want!” When Alexander wrapped the blanket around me, I thought he was softening up. Instead, his hand went straight to my waist, his eyes filled with greed and lust. “Let me have a taste first. I haven’t even touched you yet—feels like such a waste!” With that, Alexander’s hand slid downward, grabbing my calf. During our entire relationship, he’d refused to touch me, saying that was something for after marriage, claiming he respected me too much for that. Because of this, I’d grown to trust him more and more, thinking he was a good man. I never imagined Alexander’s true intentions could be so disgusting. I kicked frantically in terror. “What do you want from me?” Alexander’s rough fingers scraped painfully against my skin. “Tell me the safe combination. You’re an orphan—you don’t need all that money anyway.” Looking at that greedy, vicious face, I suddenly felt calm. Alexander wanted both my body and my money! Even if I gave him the safe combination, he wouldn’t let me go. On that Christmas when I trusted him most, I’d foolishly revealed all my cards. My safe contained enough wealth to last him several lifetimes. Back then, I’d ignored the greedy look in Alexander’s eyes. When he didn’t react much, I thought he was a good person. Turns out he was worse than any villain I’d ever encountered—he was just better at hiding it. But now I had no choice but to beg for mercy and compromise. I said, “I really don’t want to marry the deity. You just want money, right? We can make a deal!” “I can give you more money than you could ever spend. Just let me go, okay? With that money, you and Sharon can go anywhere!” Alexander seemed tempted, stroking my face as he began groping me. “With a body like this and such a pretty face, I don’t want to hand you over to the deity.” “If you behave yourself, I might just take you with us!” Alexander pounced on me like a beast in heat, his disguise completely dropped, revealing his evil nature. His movements were rough, leaving bruises all over my skin. Just as I was fighting back nausea while trying to work free from the ropes, Sharon came running in, crying. “You bastard!” Alexander snapped back to reality after getting slapped. Seeing Sharon’s tear-streaked face, he held her tenderly, trying to comfort her. “Sharon, it’s not what you think. I just wanted her safe combination!” “She forced me into this—she was seducing me. I haven’t touched her in two years, and I certainly wouldn’t think of it now!” Sharon glared at me furiously, as if she’d been terribly wronged. “Tom said she’s prettier than me. You’ve been together for two years—I don’t believe you never wanted to touch her!” Alexander said earnestly, “I really didn’t. She can’t compare to you! I only got with her for your sake. How could I dare defile a bride meant for the deity?” Sharon actually believed him, half-resisting as she and Alexander started making out. Alexander’s pent-up lust was now being unleashed on Sharon with double intensity. Watching them act like they wanted to go at it right then and there made me sick. I was afraid they really would lose control. I couldn’t help but say, “Won’t you really consider letting me go?” Sharon leaned against Alexander, panting, glaring at me smugly. “If we let you go, who’s going to marry the deity? Don’t try any tricks. If you seduce Alexander again, I won’t let you off!” Seeing how perfectly in sync Alexander and Sharon were, I could only play my last card. “I’ll tell you the truth—I know the deity. If you hand me over to him, you’re going to be in serious trouble!”

Sharon burst into laughter at my words. “How ridiculous. There’s no way you could know that deity!” She pointed at the photos in the church. “Look, these are all people who’ve encountered the deity, and not one of them came back alive!” Those photos showed the ritual brides who had been sacrificed. Among them was a yellowed photograph of someone who looked exactly like me. But that photo was tucked away in a dusty corner where no one would ever notice it. Alexander frowned, clearly losing his patience. “You can’t have me, so you’ve gone crazy with grief? Playing insane won’t help—I have plenty of ways to make you give up that safe combination!” I decided to put on a defiant attitude. Since they wouldn’t let me go, they shouldn’t expect to get my money either! My fate would be the same regardless! Seeing my reaction, Alexander punched me hard in the stomach. “Bitch! Tell me now!” I doubled over in pain, tasting blood in my mouth, but my eyes remained defiant. Alexander was about to hit me again when Sharon grabbed his arm. “Alexander, stop. I have a way to make her cooperate.” Alexander’s eyes immediately lit up. “Really?” Sharon smiled mysteriously, pushing him toward the door. “Of course. Go rest for now—I guarantee I’ll make her obedient!” After Alexander left, I looked at Sharon’s vicious face, feeling an ominous premonition. “What are you planning?” Sharon slapped me hard across the face, her nails leaving several bloody scratches on my cheek. She said through gritted teeth, “You really think you’re prettier than me?” The blow left me dizzy and disoriented as I instinctively struggled. “Aren’t you afraid of getting in trouble for hitting me?” Sharon grabbed my chin and pulled out several needles, viciously jabbing them into my body. “Afraid? Once we get your money, Caleb will take me far away from here. “Even if the townspeople investigate, you and Alexander will be the ones in trouble—that coward! “If Alexander had the courage to protect me back then, I wouldn’t have had to debase myself with those men all these Christmases! “No woman sacrificed to the deity has ever returned alive. You won’t get another chance to fight me.” With that, Sharon roughly pried open my mouth and shoved a black, wriggling insect inside. Before I could spit it out, the bug had already slid down my throat. Being naturally terrified of insects, I felt utterly desperate. If I hadn’t been unable to bear eating these bugs every day, I wouldn’t have run away from my wedding that Christmas! Sharon watched me retch and cry with immense satisfaction. “Thanks to this bug’s special properties, you can only tell the truth after eating it. Now, tell me the safe combination!” She had this useful tool all along but didn’t use it earlier—she just wanted to torture me! Sharon got what she wanted, extracting the safe combination from me. The bug was powerful—I couldn’t resist telling the truth. Before leaving, Sharon even slashed my face with a knife. As soon as she left, a burly man walked in. “Caleb, didn’t you want to sleep with this bitch? Once you’ve had your fun, we’ll leave this place! You promised you’d take me away!” Caleb Morgan said excitedly, “Alexander, that coward, could resist sleeping with such a beautiful woman? I’m so lucky! “Well done. I’ll reward you properly when I get back! With money, we can go anywhere we want!” Sharon happily closed the door and left. Blood covering my face, I watched Caleb approach me with barely any life left in me, cursing inwardly. If I had known I’d suffer like this, I would have stayed in the mountains with the bugs for company! To prevent me from making any sound, Caleb stuffed my mouth tightly with cloth strips. Just as he was about to make his move, Sharon’s voice suddenly rang out from outside: “Caleb! Tom’s coming with people!” Caleb hastily pulled up his pants and sighed in frustration, then grabbed a burlap sack and threw it over my head. “What rotten luck. Whatever, once I have money, I won’t lack for women.” The door slammed shut, and I could hear voices talking outside. Caleb was Tom’s son. He and Sharon lied, claiming they had already examined my body, successfully sending those people away. With my mouth gagged and a sack over my head, I could only make weak whimpering sounds as I listened to the footsteps gradually fade away. This continued until the third day—the day to deliver the bride to the mountain chapel. Half-dead from hunger, I was carried onto the wagon with my head still covered. The mountain road was bumpy. I used my last bit of strength to gradually push out the cloth stuffed in my mouth. If I could just let them see my disfigured face, I wouldn’t have to be sent to the mountain chapel! The deity only accepted perfect, flawless brides—any imperfection was unacceptable. My tongue was bleeding by the time I finally spat out the cloth. I used all my strength to throw myself from the wagon, wanting to scream but only managing hoarse whimpers. I hadn’t had a drop of water in three days, my infected wounds were causing a high fever, and my throat was extremely sore. Tom was horrified and ordered everyone to stuff me back into the wagon. “Good God, bride, stop making trouble! If you get hurt, the deity will be furious! Give up—this is an opportunity others would kill for!” I struggled desperately, making urgent rasping sounds, and in the chaos managed to tear off the sack from my head. When my scarred, festering, pus-filled face was exposed to everyone, they all gasped in shock. Alexander looked at Sharon in stunned disbelief, but ultimately chose cowardly silence. Tom flew into a rage: “Who did this? Who the hell did this? The deity will bring down punishment!” Someone suggested: “Given the circumstances, we’ll have to find another bride!” Everyone turned in unison toward Sharon. Alexander instinctively stepped in front of Sharon, saying: “You promised you wouldn’t hurt Sharon!” Tom kicked him aside, saying: “Get out of the way! In this emergency, Sharon has to take her place! Do you want to bear the deity’s wrath for the entire town?” Alexander, knocked to the ground, went pale and didn’t dare speak again. Seeing Alexander’s cowardly behavior, Sharon angrily shouted: “I’m not a virgin anymore—I can’t be the ritual bride! Charlotte has to go! At least she’s still a virgin!” Alexander was shocked. He grabbed Sharon and demanded: “What are you saying? I haven’t touched you these past two years, and you’ve been with other men behind my back?” Sharon impatiently shook him off and hid behind Tom. “Pathetic. I haven’t seen you for two years—did you expect me to wait forever?” The men around us all wore knowing smiles, and Alexander flushed with shame and anger. “Today is the day of the ritual. Alexander, do you dare disrupt the ceremony?” Tom’s gaze swept over Sharon before he reluctantly made his decision. “Shut up! We have no choice—we’ll send Charlotte to the chapel and complete the ritual first!” I couldn’t believe my ears and struggled desperately. They beat me for it. When they hit me, they were careful not to leave obvious marks on my body. Finally, I passed out and was despairingly covered and loaded into the wagon. Back at that familiar chapel, I woke to the sound of prayers. The townspeople didn’t dare linger and quickly filed out. But the next second, I was thrown out too, hitting the ground hard. A cold snort came from within the statue: “Stop sending women here. Get out!” This was the deity’s voice! The townspeople trembled in terror. Sharon was the first to react, grabbing a knife and lunging for my throat: “Great deity, please calm your anger—we’ll kill her as a sacrifice right now!” I didn’t understand why she still wanted to kill me when the deity had clearly said he didn’t want women. I desperately dodged. The knife pierced my shoulder. Sharon pounced on me like a madwoman, tearing my thin wedding dress. On my shoulder, the mark the deity had left with his own hand was exposed to the air. “You have to die! I refuse to be trapped in this place forever!” As the knife was about to fall, I closed my eyes in despair. Just then, an incredulous cry came from beneath the statue: “Charlotte!”

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My parents, Robert Reed and Carol Jenkins, and I were all reborn together—right on my wedding day. In my previous life, my parents favored my sister Isabella Reed. They married Isabella off to Admiral Vincent Longfellow while forcing me to marry Frank Wilson, the factory owner’s mentally disabled son. However, Isabella, who followed Vincent to the island garrison base, spent her days enduring sea winds and eating canned food. More importantly, Vincent was infertile. Despite seeing countless doctors, Isabella could never get pregnant. She endured endless mockery and eventually died alone on that island. Meanwhile, after marrying Frank, I gave birth to seven children, each one brilliant. When they grew up, they took over the factory owner’s position and built the company into a business worth billions of dollars. Seeing me living prosperously while Isabella suffered on the island, my parents stabbed me to death with a knife. In this life, they’re pointing at Frank, telling Isabella to marry him. Afraid my parents might change their minds, I quickly grabbed Vincent’s hand and said, “I’m willing to marry you and go with you to the island garrison base!” ***** “Mr. Wilson, my younger daughter has a wonderful personality and graduated from high school. She’d be perfect for Frank.” Watching Robert eagerly pull Isabella toward the drooling, foolishly grinning Frank, I laughed mockingly. It seems I’m not the only one who was reborn. Isabella stared in disbelief, glanced at Frank with disgust, then looked pitifully toward Vincent, who stood unattended nearby. I smiled smugly at Isabella, then stepped forward to take Vincent’s hand. Afraid they might change their minds, I quickly said, “I’m willing to marry Vincent and go with him to the island.” Vincent looked at me with surprise but didn’t pull his hand away. Isabella’s eyes turned red with anger, her expression fierce as she tried to lunge at me. Fortunately, Carol was quick to cover her mouth and drag her away. Looking at Robert, who was busy flattering factory owner Tom Wilson, along with Carol and Isabella, I smiled apologetically at Vincent. I was actually quite helpless. Isabella and I are twins, but we’ve lived completely different lives since childhood. While she wore designer dresses and acted spoiled in our parents’ arms, I had to handle all the household chores. Even so, our parents never gave me any attention or love. In my previous life, my parents went to great lengths to choose Vincent for Isabella—a man who became an admiral at such a young age—hoping only for her happiness. To arrange this marriage, they gave many gifts to the matchmaker. Eventually, Vincent’s parents, worried he couldn’t find a wife, agreed to the engagement. My marriage was merely a tool for my parents to curry favor with Tom. They knew Tom was worried about finding a wife for his mentally disabled son, so they proactively suggested I marry Frank. My parents thought that since I did housework at home and knew how to take care of people, I’d be perfect for Frank. Though Frank’s mother felt I wasn’t good enough for Frank, she reluctantly agreed in the end. Since Frank had become an adult, his mother wanted to find him a companion. Besides, I wasn’t valued at home anyway. Frank’s mother figured that if I became disabled in the future, they could just give some compensation and be done with it. So our marriage was settled just like that. My parents originally thought Isabella would be happy following Vincent, while I would struggle through life serving a mentally disabled man. But things didn’t develop as they expected. Shortly after the wedding, Isabella followed Vincent to the island. She hadn’t expected the base conditions to be so harsh, with extremely scarce supplies. Before long, Isabella was crying on the phone, saying she wanted a divorce and to come home. After Carol’s persuasion, Isabella gave up on that idea. Isabella wanted to get pregnant so she could leave the island, but no matter what she tried, she couldn’t conceive. Eventually, she suffered endless mockery and died of depression. In contrast, everyone thought my life would be difficult, yet I gave birth to seven sons in a row, each one brilliant. The Wilson family regarded me as a hero, and my life got better and better. When I received news of Isabella’s death, I hurried home to comfort my parents. But I was being presumptuous. I still remember my parents’ vicious expressions: “You b*tch, you should be the one who died. Isabella suffered on that island—why do you get to be so happy?” “You should be the one who’s dead. If there’s a next time, I’ll make sure Isabella has the good life!” After saying this, they stabbed me with a knife—eighteen times, each stab fatal. Watching Isabella, whose expression changed to wild joy after Carol’s persuasion, I smiled. I thought: “I wonder if they’ll still be able to smile when they discover they’ve personally pushed Isabella into a hellish marriage?”

Isabella had no objections, and just like that, their marriage was settled. After all, compared to my dark complexion and slender frame, Isabella’s voluptuous figure was undoubtedly more appealing. The Wilson family’s vast empire needed heirs to carry on the legacy. As for Vincent, no one cared about his thoughts at the moment. Even if he felt slighted and wanted to call off the engagement, my parents couldn’t care less. I felt a pang of sadness as I looked at Vincent. “Life at the garrison base is tougher than you imagine. Can you handle it?” Vincent glanced down at my hand gripping his tightly and asked expressionlessly. I nodded frantically in response: “I can do it. I can handle hardship.” Vincent seemed about to say something but ultimately just smiled and remained silent. Unlike Isabella, if I missed my chance with Vincent, my life would only become more miserable. I didn’t care about the harsh conditions at the base or Vincent’s inability to have children. At least in my previous life, Vincent had never mistreated Isabella. Being able to live like a normal person was enough for me. And so my marriage to Vincent was also settled. On the wedding day, my house was bustling with activity. Isabella and I were both marrying men of status and position on the same day, and people came in droves to congratulate us. Isabella and I sat together in the bridal preparation room, waiting. “Mr. Wilson truly lives up to his reputation as a factory owner—that engagement ring is three carats!” “Mr. Wilson is certainly more generous than Colonel Longfellow. Isabella really is the apple of everyone’s eye.” Isabella beamed with pride at these words. In my previous life, because Vincent’s engagement ring wasn’t as expensive as Frank’s, Isabella had thrown a tantrum in the preparation room. In the end, Carol promised to give Isabella all the jewelry the Wilson family had given me, and only then did Isabella happily head out. As for my situation of having my jewelry stolen, no one cared. “See that? No matter how capable Vincent is, he’s still just a poor man! I’m marrying Frank—I’ll live a life of luxury.” Isabella stared at the jewelry box in the living room, her eyes full of greed. Before I could respond, voices drifted in from outside the window. “The Wilson family must be generous! Frank is not only mentally disabled but also violent. If Tom were stingy, no girl would marry Frank.” Isabella’s face went deathly pale upon hearing this, and she suddenly screamed at me: “Don’t get smug! Mother said I’d be happy. You’ll just be laughed at eating canned food at the base!” Looking at Isabella’s forced bravado, I nodded dismissively. I didn’t care what her future life would be like. After today, they would all be irrelevant to me. The jeep’s engine rumbled right on time outside the door. Ignoring Isabella as she climbed into the luxury car, I walked straight toward Vincent’s sedan. Disregarding Vincent’s cold expression, I smoothly pulled open the passenger door. I didn’t look back at my teary-eyed mother or my fake-smiling father. I hoped they would enjoy this moment, because their future lives were going to be quite miserable.

Compared to the Wilson family who lived in the city, the Longfellows lived right here in town, very close to our house. The party in the front yard was in full swing. I ate the spaghetti Vincent had brought me while contemplating the future. Soon, Vincent returned to the room reeking of alcohol. Though it was early spring, seeing Vincent standing there so upright, I inexplicably felt a wave of heat. “It’s getting late. Time to rest.” Vincent said while unbuttoning his collar. Seeing him stumble with glazed eyes, I hurried forward to steady him, only to be suddenly pulled into his embrace. His burning breath washed over me. Soon, my thoughts dissolved into chaos. When I woke up the next day, it was already bright outside. Feeling terrible about oversleeping, I hurriedly got up to wash and dress. “Don’t rush. Mom’s already prepared breakfast.” Vincent was leaning against the doorframe at some point, holding a glass of water and watching me fumble around. “Oversleeping on our first day of marriage is so rude of me.” In my previous life, the morning after my wedding, I had passed out from the torment of the night before and overslept. Frank’s mother had given me a severe scolding for it. My attempts to explain only made her torture me more viciously. At this memory, I trembled all over. “What’s wrong with sleeping in a bit? When I’m at the base, Mom often locks the door and sleeps until noon.” Seeing my strange expression, Vincent joked. We walked into the dining room. Just as he’d said, Margaret wasn’t angry at all. Instead, she pushed the bacon and eggs toward me, saying, “You two must be exhausted. After breakfast, have Vincent take you to Walmart to buy some household items.” Seeing Vincent’s mother Margaret Nelson’s gaze frequently falling on my stomach, I sighed inwardly. I thought to myself: “Vincent can’t have children. Margaret is probably going to be disappointed.” “Margaret, we don’t need to prepare anything special.” I set down my knife and fork. “Now that I’m married, I have no more ties to the Reed family. We’re all family now.” Margaret looked surprised and was about to say something when Vincent winked at her. She immediately changed her tune: “Then you two should go buy plenty of casual clothes! We’ll all get along wonderfully. “Vincent has never spent his military allowance. You two go buy lots of things. You’ll be flying to the Hawaii base soon.” Looking at the gentle Margaret and Vincent, I was deeply moved. After dinner, Vincent pushed his bicycle while I struggled to hop onto the back seat. This time, he took the initiative to grab my hand and help me wrap my arms around his waist. Seeing his bright red ears, I couldn’t help but burst into laughter, completely forgetting my earlier feelings of disappointment. My new life had begun. At Walmart, Vincent pulled out a wad of cash and stuffed it into my hands. “The conditions at the Hawaii base are pretty rough, so we need to buy everything we’ll need here and take it with us.” Then he looked me up and down. “But first, let’s get you some clothes.” Before I could refuse, Vincent took my hand and headed straight for the clothing section. Looking at my jacket—clean but faded white from countless washes—I didn’t object. “Let’s grab some chocolate to take along too. You can give it to your fellow soldiers.” While we were shopping, Isabella appeared in front of us near the spaghetti aisle. Unlike yesterday’s radiant beauty, Isabella now looked pale, dressed in long sleeves and pants. She said, “What are you staring at? This morning my husband’s mother gave me five thousand dollars and told me to buy whatever I wanted. “You two are so poor, shopping for cheap stuff here.” Isabella looked at us with disdain, pulled several hundred-dollar bills from her pocket, and said smugly. “Really? So the Wilson family likes you that much. I thought that was compensation money they gave you.” At these words, Isabella’s expression changed. She ran her fingers through her hair and said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re just jealous that I’m doing well.” Just then, Frank’s voice rang out: “Honey, honey, come play with me…” Hearing this, Isabella showed an expression of pain and disgust, turning to leave. But Frank had already spotted her and came forward to grab her hand, saying, “Honey, why are you ignoring me? “Why won’t you talk to me? Don’t you like me?” When Isabella still didn’t respond, Frank kept shaking her hand. This gesture would be cute coming from a child, but performed by Frank—five foot three and 231 pounds—it wasn’t cute at all, just annoying. The commotion attracted shoppers who came over to watch the spectacle. Seeing more and more onlookers gathering, the vain Isabella finally couldn’t take it anymore and yanked her hand away from Frank’s. “You’re so annoying! Go home to your mommy!” After saying this, she turned to leave. But the next second, a loud slap echoed through the store. All the onlookers fell silent. Isabella was stunned.

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During Labor Day weekend, I was in my second trimester and had come on a trip to relax. After spending one night at the hotel, I somehow became the star of a viral video. In the video, I was scantily clad, my fingers trailing across one man’s chest after another, my gaze seductive and alluring. When my husband Bryce Roberts saw it, he flew into a rage. Completely disregarding my pregnancy, he slapped me so hard I fell onto the couch. “You better explain to me what the hell this video is about!” “You actually slept with seven men at once, Paisley. You’re really something!” I had no way to explain why the woman in the video looked exactly like me, so I could only call the police. However, the police confirmed through the hotel’s registration records that I had indeed checked in that night. The massive shock triggered contractions, and my abdomen was wracked with unbearable pain. But Bryce just stared at my belly and said, “These two kids in there probably aren’t even mine, are they?” Then, despite my struggles, he forced me to have a C-section and demanded paternity tests for the children. Under his insistence, my two babies died from premature birth. Most absurdly, the paternity test results showed the children really weren’t Bryce’s. Just like that, he branded me a slut. As the video went viral, people came to harass me every day. One day, a drunk man forced his way into my home, assaulted me, and I died miserably on my bed. Even in death, I couldn’t understand why my life had turned out this way. When I woke up again, I found myself back on the day of the Labor Day trip. “Honey, let’s go find out the babies’ gender. It would put my mind at ease.” Bryce’s familiar voice rang in my ears. There was no tearing pain in my lower body. I realized I had been reborn. In my previous life, he was always pestering me to find out the babies’ gender, but major hospitals prohibited gender identification. I also felt the babies’ gender didn’t matter, so I kept refusing him. But during Labor Day, Bryce insisted on bringing me on this trip. Only when we arrived did I learn there was a famous witch doctor locally who supposedly could determine a child’s gender just by tasting the mother’s blood. I was angry about his deception, and after a huge fight, I moved out for the night. It was that one night, and the next day my pornographic video spread like wildfire through our social circle. Seeing me sulking with my pregnant belly, Bryce sighed and chose to compromise. “Alright, honey, we won’t check. I’ll never bring this up again, okay?” He smiled helplessly and came over to lovingly support my waist. But the kinder he was to me, the more I couldn’t understand why someone who usually doted on me so much would treat me so cruelly in my previous life. I suspected that maybe he truly loved me so much that seeing such a video made him so furious he couldn’t accept it. I leaned my head against his shoulder and said softly, “Honey, I want to visit my parents. I miss them.” Bryce nodded and agreed without hesitation. Back at my parents’ house, seeing my mother sewing clothes for my children and my father making toys for them, I couldn’t help but cry. We had all been so excited about the babies’ arrival. Yet they were forcibly removed before they were fully developed. Seeing me standing in the doorway with tears, Mom quickly put down her work. “Sweetheart, why are you crying? Is Bryce asking about the babies’ gender again?” “The babies’ gender doesn’t matter at all. You two living happily together is more important than anything.” “But Bryce has always been good to you and us. If he really wants to know the babies’ gender, just agree to it.” In my parents’ eyes, Bryce had always been an impeccable good man. Every time he came to the house, my parents would remind me to be a good wife. I thought, “Maybe in my previous life, it really was because I refused Bryce’s request that it triggered a chain reaction?” “So in this life, if I agree to his request, such a tragedy shouldn’t happen, right?”

Because of my pregnancy, I always felt drowsy and wanted to sleep. Having just gotten up and finished eating, I was getting sleepy again. In my dream, everything around me was pitch black. I vaguely saw hands reaching up from the ground, grabbing my pant legs, dragging me down, then choking my throat. As the suffocating feeling hit me, I jolted awake. It turned out Bryce’s hand was strangling my neck. “Paisley, you b*tch! “You better explain to me what the hell this video is about.” He mercilessly slammed his phone against my face. I stared wide-eyed at the disgusting videos on the screen. I felt utterly confused. I instinctively asked, “How could this happen?” But Bryce sneered coldly, “How could this happen? You were having too much fun, so much fun that you forgot someone was filming you, right? “This video is spreading everywhere now. Paisley, everyone knows you’re a sl*t who seduces so many men while pregnant, everyone knows I’ve been betrayed by you!” He let out a pained growl. Obviously, his expression revealed both agony and humiliation. The familiar accusations rang out again, but I didn’t know how to explain. After all, in my previous life, no matter how much I explained, he still didn’t believe me and still forced me to have a cesarean. Thinking of the pain of having my belly forcibly torn open, I stepped back two paces in fear. But Bryce grabbed me back, pressed me in front of his phone screen, forcing me to look. The comment section was already flooded with all kinds of disgusting, vulgar remarks. [Oh my God! She’s still pregnant. How dare she do something so extreme? That’s too much.] [I’m curious, do you get paid for making videos like this? She’s a pregnant woman. Making videos like this is one thing, but with seven men? Is she crazy?] [Why does she look so familiar? She looks like my neighbor’s kid. I heard she married a rich guy and is living the good life!] [You’re right. She’s definitely living the good life! One woman handling so many men, isn’t she afraid her body can’t take it.] [Wait! Can you ask for me how much she charges for this kind of service? I have a friend who’s into pregnant women.] As my face was recognized, all kinds of harassment followed. Whether they knew me or not, people were messaging me. [Hey, as long as you come to my house for one night, I won’t report you. Otherwise, you know the consequences!] [You’re such a slutty pregnant woman. How much do you charge?] [So young and already shameless, seducing other people’s husbands! You deserve to die!] [Paisley, how could you do such a thing? How can you face Bryce?] ***** Bryce’s grip tightened. I endured the pain and tried to explain to him, but he couldn’t listen at all, his eyes bloodshot with rage. Seeing that he was about to hit me, I had no choice but to call the police again. The police stopped him and took us aside, telling us to wait for the investigation results. But as the investigation proceeded, my heart slowly sank. The hotel registration records showed my name. And the hotel surveillance video clearly recorded my every move. My eyes were glazed, my pregnant belly swaying as I seduced every man about to enter. My expression showed I wasn’t being forced. A total of seven men entered my room. What was even more terrifying was that not one of them ever left. The police officer showing me the surveillance footage looked serious. “Ma’am, this involves suspected group prostitution. Do you know how serious the consequences are?” I stepped back in disbelief. I had clearly stayed home all night. I couldn’t understand how this could be the result. “Impossible, this is impossible. Honey, you believe me. You saw me come home with your own eyes. Have you forgotten? “This video… this video must be…” Before I could finish, the female officer next to me pressed me down onto the bench. “Ma’am, please calm down. “I can tell you responsibly that this video shows no signs of being fabricated.” The next second, Bryce could no longer control his anger and stood up shouting, “Paisley, how could you betray me? “Ever since you’ve been with me, I’ve listened to you about everything. When it was hailing, you said you wanted pancakes from the south side of town, and I still went out to buy them for you. “You said your stomach hurt and you had no appetite, so I personally cooked and made you different dishes. Where have I ever treated you badly? Why would you humiliate me like this? “Now you’ve caused such a huge scandal that my dad collapsed from anger and is hospitalized. Are you satisfied now?”

I opened my mouth but didn’t know what to say. In the surveillance video, that pregnant woman with the big belly looked exactly like me. All these “coincidences” left me with no way to defend myself. Just when I was in despair, something suddenly occurred to me. I lifted up my maternity dress, revealing my smooth belly. “Look! There isn’t a single stretch mark on my stomach, but the woman in the video has stretch marks all over hers!” I was being driven to the brink of madness. I lifted my clothes as much as possible to show everyone my belly, but Bryce slapped my hand down. “Enough! You slut, I was such a fool to marry you! “Look at this!” Bryce shoved the report the police had just handed him right in front of my face. I took it and looked, and my head started ringing with a thunderous roar. The police had found bloody tissues and a mixture of unknown liquids in the trash can. The lab report showed that the samples actually contained my DNA. In my previous life, my DNA had also been tested, but the results from that time showed another piece of data, indicating that the patient had allegedly been injected with some kind of stimulant drug. The police officers who had originally supported me completely turned cold after seeing this report. “Ma’am, this is a new type of stimulant. Please cooperate with our investigation.” I collapsed in despair on the chair, completely losing the desire to explain. However, I was truly puzzled. I had clearly been at home yesterday. I couldn’t understand why my DNA would appear at the hotel, and why after testing, my blood matched perfectly with the blood found at the hotel. Everyone in the room looked at me with suspicion, contempt, or hatred. Everyone was accusing me. Even though I was fully clothed, I felt like I was standing naked in front of them. Once the test report came out, it nailed me directly to the pillar of shame. In the midst of the silence, a woman charged forward and slapped me to the ground. “You shameless bitch! Even being pregnant can’t stop your promiscuity! You seduce other people’s husbands, how can you be so shameless? I’m going to teach you a lesson!” The woman’s nails were long and sharp, scratching across my face and leaving red marks. After the police came to their senses, they quickly stepped forward to stop her, but she struggled and roared: “Why are you pulling me away? Can’t you see this whore? She’s running a prostitution ring and seducing other people’s husbands. She deserves to be shot! I’m going to kill her!” The police were still very orderly. Even though they now despised me too, they still pulled the woman away. At least they protected my safety. Bryce also frowned and stepped forward to stand in front of me, preventing others from attacking me again. When I was being misunderstood, I didn’t cry, but the moment he came close to me, tears started flowing. “You fool, do you think your wife only had affairs with seven men? Let me tell you, we victims have a group chat, and now there are over seventy members!” A rookie police officer couldn’t help but exclaim: “My God! Over seventy!” Only then did everyone come to their senses. The onlookers outside the door whispered among themselves, looking shocked. “My God! So seven people were just a small part. She’s really quite the prostitute.” “You old pervert! It wouldn’t be your turn to find her anyway. Look, even those young guys next to you are getting excited.” Malicious stares lingered on my body, making me feel sick. I shook my hands in denial. “I really never did it. I stayed home all night yesterday. The neighbors around my house can testify!” But with all the evidence laid out before them, every word I said seemed like a pale excuse in their eyes. Even my parents were accused of being pimps, specifically selling their own daughter. They thought this was why so many people came to my house with gifts to visit. My parents were both teachers with many students, but those students who came to visit were now being called my clients.

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Rebecca Wilson, the impoverished student I’d sponsored with hundreds of thousands of dollars, showed up at my door on the day she got into college carrying two bags of potatoes to repay my kindness. She was sweet and adorable, instantly catching the eye of my playboy childhood friend Ross Davis. Knowing how hard it had been for her to escape the mountains, I couldn’t bear to see her destroyed, so I sent her abroad for further education. Years later, she returned with her education complete, conspired with Davis Group to hollow out my family’s company, and left me homeless on the streets. Then she brought a gang of thugs to assault me to death. Her eyes revealed bone-deep hatred toward me. “If it weren’t for you, I would have married into the Davis family long ago and wouldn’t have had to suffer so much abroad.” After my rebirth, Rebecca once again knocked on my door carrying two bags of potatoes. “Abigail, I’ve come to repay your kindness!” I kicked her to the ground. “Write up an IOU, then get out!” ***** I was reborn on the day of my eighteenth birthday party. Rebecca arrived at my doorstep carrying two bags of potatoes. “Abigail, thank you for sponsoring my education. I’ve come to repay you!” This was exactly how she’d appeared in my previous life. I’d felt sorry for her traveling such a long way, and when I learned it was also her birthday, I didn’t hesitate to remove the crystal crown from my head and place it on hers, introducing her to all my family and friends. That day, sweet and adorable Rebecca caught my fiancé Ross’s eye at first sight. I knew his philandering nature well. If she fell for his tricks, he would definitely abandon her once he lost interest. All her years of hard work would be wasted. So I decided to help her once more, spending a fortune to send her abroad for further education, completely severing her connection with Ross. However, I never expected she would resent me for blocking her path to marrying into wealth. The first thing Rebecca wanted to do after returning with her education was to conspire with Davis Group to hollow out my family’s company, causing my parents’ deaths. Only then did I learn that years ago, she had deliberately chosen my birthday party to dress up and come “repay” me, all to find a rich man to marry. Later, when I was homeless on the streets, Rebecca appeared before me in exquisite luxury clothing and said, “Do you know how much I suffered waiting for this day? You dared to compete with me for Ross, so you should have known this would be your fate!” With that, she stepped aside while a dozen thugs dragged me into hell. Now, wearing an exquisite gown, high heels, and a crystal crown, I looked at the potatoes in Rebecca’s hands unmoved. “Over these ten years, I’ve given you hundreds of thousands of dollars, and you plan to repay me with two bags of potatoes?” She stood there stunned, clearly not expecting me to refuse her so bluntly. Biting her lip, she asked sadly, “Abigail, how can you say such a thing? These potatoes are the most precious and finest things we mountain people have. I usually can’t bear to eat them myself.” “Oh, really?” I raised an eyebrow, looking at her outfit worth over twenty thousand dollars, along with her smooth skin and refined makeup. Over the years, she’d sometimes claimed her grandfather needed surgery, sometimes that her grandmother was in the ICU, all to con money from me, yet she was living quite well. Rebecca guiltily covered the logo on her clothes, but she still showed no intention of leaving. Instead, she craned her neck to peer inside my house. I looked at her with amusement. “What? Do you want to live here?” Having her thoughts exposed, she blushed with embarrassment. “No, no. Abigail, how could you think that of me? I’m not that kind of greedy girl. I just… I just want to repay you!” Rebecca’s voice grew louder and louder, her initially pitiful whimper transforming into an indignant roar. Anyone unaware of the situation would think I’d done something unforgivable to her. Just like in my previous life, Ross heard the commotion from inside the house and rushed out. Her tears hung on her face like pearls, her sweet and pitiful appearance instantly triggering his protective instincts. His lust stirred again as he sternly questioned me without courtesy: “Abigail! You’re bullying people again. Can’t you fix that nasty temper of yours? A shrew like you will never marry me in this lifetime!” Then he turned around, leering at Rebecca. “Don’t be afraid. What’s your name? Whatever’s wrong, tell me and I’ll help you!”

Rebecca looked Ross up and down, her gaze finally settling on the expensive watch worth hundreds of thousands of dollars on his wrist. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and said with feigned strength, “Hello, I’m fine. My name is Rebecca. Abigail was disgusted by the potatoes I brought her. She’s helped me so much that even if she scolds me, I should bear it.” Her voice made Ross’s heart flutter. To defend her, he pointed at me and cursed, “Abigail, do you think being rich makes you so great? Apologize to Rebecca right now! Otherwise, I won’t let this slide!” Watching their interaction made me sick. I ignored him and turned to go inside. Ross seemed to feel that my refusal to apologize made him lose face. He strode over and blocked my path: “Didn’t you hear me talking to you?” Having been reborn, I had no time to waste on this scumbag. I slapped him so hard it left him dizzy and disoriented. I shook my stinging hand, and Rebecca at the doorway cried out in distress, “Ross!” She wanted to come help Ross, almost stepping into my house. “Stop right there! Rebecca, neither you nor dogs are allowed in my house. Just wait there!” I went inside and quickly printed out all the records of my financial support for her over the years, totaling six hundred and fifty thousand dollars. I came back out and slapped the papers against her face: “Sign the IOU, then get as far away as possible!” “Abigail, you’re so shameless! How can you have the nerve to ask for this money back?” Ross recovered and walked over unsteadily, one hand covering his face, the other pointing at me. Though he kept talking to me, his eyes never left Rebecca’s heaving chest. I smiled and asked, “What? Are you going to pay her debt?” Ross froze. Although he was wealthy, he wasn’t stupid. He couldn’t bear to spend hundreds of thousands of dollars on a girl he’d just met. But Rebecca didn’t know this. Hearing my words, she felt delighted, then quickly lowered her head to hide the greed and excitement in her eyes. She hurriedly said, “No, no, I’ll pay back what I owe Abigail myself. Ross, if you helped me, I’d feel so guilty I couldn’t sleep.” With this excuse, Ross grabbed her hand and gazed at her affectionately: “Don’t worry, how could I bear to make you feel so guilty you can’t sleep? I absolutely won’t help you pay the debt!” “What?” Rebecca’s smile froze on her face. I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Since you’re going to pay it back, you won’t mind writing an IOU.” No matter how Ross mocked me, I wouldn’t compromise. In the end, Rebecca reluctantly signed the IOU. A tear dropped onto the paper. She looked up at me and said bitterly, “Abigail, if this is how it is, why did you sponsor me in the first place?” I rolled my eyes: “If I hadn’t sponsored you, could you have gotten into college? The money I’m asking back is only what I gave you beyond tuition and living expenses. You know where that money went! And stop calling me by my first name so familiarly.” With that, I turned and went back inside, slamming the door hard. From outside came faint sobbing: “Ross, today is actually my birthday too. Why can Abigail be as beautiful as a princess while I can only be bullied?” Through the floor-to-ceiling window, I watched Ross put his arm around Rebecca’s waist: “Rebecca, from now on you’ll be my little princess!” Then they slowly walked away. I thought to myself: “Rebecca, you don’t know yet that the Davis family is already in deep trouble, do you? What is Ross going to use to spoil you like a princess?”

When I entered the house, Ross’s parents Owen Davis and Melissa Davis rushed over to me. Seeing me return alone, they asked anxiously, “Abigail, where’s Ross? Didn’t he go out to find you?” “He ran off chasing some girl from the countryside.” Owen and Melissa immediately flew into a rage: “What the hell is wrong with that bastard! Abigail, don’t worry, we’ll drag him back here right away!” Watching their hurried departure, I smiled. I wasn’t in a rush—they were the ones who should be panicking. My family and the Davis family were old friends. Ross and I had been engaged since childhood. A few years ago, when the Davis family dominated the business world, they never mentioned our engagement and let Ross play around with other girls. These past couple of years, after they fell from grace, they constantly brought up our engagement. Owen and Melissa spoiled Ross rotten, never letting him worry about business matters, so he had no idea about his family’s dire financial situation. When they pressured him about marriage, he just assumed I was madly in love with him and desperate to marry him. In my previous life, my parents knew Ross’s true nature and opposed our marriage, but they never hesitated to help the Davis family financially in business. So later, the Davis family used my family’s money to make their comeback, then teamed up with Rebecca to destroy my family. When my father lay in his hospital bed unable to pay his medical bills, the Davis family came to visit with their heads held high. They said: “Liam, look at yourself. If only you had married Abigail into our family earlier, how wonderful that would have been. For the sake of our years of friendship, I won’t abandon her after you die. Though of course, she’s no longer worthy of my son. Our driver just got divorced recently—he’s honest and decent, just a bit older. I’ll introduce Abigail to him.” At that time, my father was already gravely ill and couldn’t speak. He was so enraged he wanted to cough up blood, but the blood blocked his throat, causing him to suffocate to death. And I was held down by the bodyguards they brought, forced to watch helplessly as he died in agony before my eyes. After the banquet ended and all the guests had left, I threw my arms around my parents and cried endlessly. Unlike the cold corpses from my previous life, my mother gently patted my back while my father anxiously stamped his feet asking what was wrong: “Did Ross bully you? I’ll go teach him a lesson!” I grabbed hold of him as he put on his coat to go out, bit my lip, and shook my head: “Dad, Mom, if I told you that continuing to help the Davis family would get you killed by them, would you believe me?” After hearing my surreal explanation, they still believed me unconditionally. My father slammed the table, cursing the Davis family’s ingratitude, then cried as he comforted me: “Abigail, you must have been so scared.” Looking at our warm home and my kind, loving parents, this reunion felt incredibly precious. I silently swore that in this life, I would protect all of this. The story of the farmer and the snake only needed to happen once. Both my father’s and my phones rang simultaneously. I received a message from Rebecca: [Abigail, Ross and I are together now. You can’t keep coveting him anymore, okay?] She included a photo of herself wearing an exquisite diamond necklace, posing intimately with Ross at a five-star hotel. My father received a message from Owen: [Liam, my company is having cash flow problems and urgently needs twenty million dollars. You must wire me the money tomorrow morning. Thanks.] We turned off our phones. Then, our family of three left that very night for a beautiful island vacation, ignoring those scumbags and enjoying the sunshine and beaches to our hearts’ content. I didn’t return home until the day before college started, ten days later. Enemies always seem to find each other. As soon as I got out of the car, I saw Rebecca and Ross being intimate at the school entrance.

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Even though my husband’s mother, Patricia Cooper, is mute, strangely enough, I’m the only one in the family who can hear her thoughts. On the day Patricia was hospitalized for surgery, I heard her inner voice. [These hospital sheets make me itch all over. I wish Isabella could buy me some cotton sheets.] I immediately bought a cotton bedding set and personally changed them for her. However, I never expected Patricia to suddenly start wailing the moment she lay down. Then she pulled several bloody needles from underneath her body. My husband Thomas Cooper wouldn’t listen to my explanation and slapped me across the face. “My mom only came to the city because she’s sick. If you don’t want to take care of her, just say so!” The day before Patricia’s surgery, her inner voice came through again. [I’m getting old. If I go into surgery, I might not make it out alive. I wish Isabella could bring me my husband’s photo.] Following her request, I brought the photo album and handed it to the nurse. But the nurse publicly berated me as a vicious woman. The album didn’t contain old photos—instead, it was filled with pictures of me abusing Patricia and curse-filled writings. In a daze, I was pushed down the stairs by the so-called righteous nurse and other patients in the room, and died from the fall. Even in death, I couldn’t figure out what was really going on with Patricia’s inner voice. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Patricia wanted me to buy cotton sheets. ***** “Mom, I’m going to pay the hospital fees now. Isabella will stay here to help you organize your things. If you need anything, just write it down and tell her,” Thomas said before leaving. Patricia waved at me, pulled out a stack of crumpled bills from her pocket, and pressed them into my hand. Then she pointed at my bare neck and gestured toward a jewelry commercial playing on TV, indicating I should buy myself a necklace too. Although Patricia couldn’t speak, she had treated me like her own daughter ever since I married Thomas. I knew she cared for me, so I genuinely considered her my own mother. “Honey, my mom treats you better than she treats me,” Thomas said jealously when he returned to the room and witnessed this scene. Under their watchful eyes, I suddenly felt my palms grow inexplicably hot, and the air around me seemed to thin. At that moment, I was finally certain I had truly been reborn. In my previous life, after hearing Patricia’s inner voice, I immediately bought cotton sheets to replace hers. But the moment she lay down, she began screaming in agony and pulled several bloody needles from underneath her body. The attending physician thought something terrible had happened and rushed in with a group of nurses. Panicked, I quickly explained, “I just picked up the sheets from the dry cleaner, but I don’t know why there were needles in them!” They reluctantly believed me and told me to go home and return tomorrow for further investigation. But just as I was about to leave, Patricia suddenly clutched her stomach and writhed on the bed, revealing bruises from beatings all over her body. The doctor’s expression immediately turned serious, and he called the police on the spot. I grabbed Thomas’s hand, trying to explain, but he slapped me hard across the face. “I was wondering why you were suddenly being so kind. Turns out you wanted to kill my mom with needles!” I frantically explained, “Patricia said she wanted cotton sheets, so I bought them!” Thomas sneered and immediately pushed me to the ground. “Still making excuses? My mom is mute. How could she possibly talk to you? “My mom rarely comes to the city for medical treatment. If you don’t want to take care of her, just say so! Why abuse her?” I desperately wanted to explain that I wasn’t lying. Even though Patricia couldn’t speak, I could hear her thoughts. Thomas had the police take me away without looking back. After this incident spread, my company fired me immediately. I thought it was just a misunderstanding, but later when I brought the old photo album following Patricia’s inner voice instructions, the nurse publicly exposed me for long-term abuse. In a daze, I was pushed down the stairs by the so-called righteous nurse and other patients and died from the fall. Even in death, I couldn’t understand why only I could hear Patricia’s inner voice. In this life, I silently vowed to uncover the truth and seek justice for my tragic death in the previous life. I pocketed the money and casually helped Patricia pack her belongings. When Thomas wasn’t paying attention, I secretly switched out his phone charger. In my previous life, he left in a hurry after receiving a company call, never understanding the real situation and completely misunderstanding me. This time, I wanted him to see with his own eyes exactly how his mother “spoke.” After hiding the charger, I bent down to organize Patricia’s items according to the doctor’s list. Patricia stared intently at my back, and the familiar inner voice echoed in my mind once again. [These hospital sheets make me itch all over. I wish Isabella could buy me some cotton sheets.]

I pretended not to hear her and kept my head down, focusing on packing up my things. Seeing no reaction from me, Patricia repeated herself several times in her mind. I continued to act oblivious, which made her so anxious that she kept staring at me. Her intense gaze made my back itch with discomfort. Thomas was a typical workaholic who received countless phone calls every day as a matter of routine. He couldn’t be away from his phone for even five minutes without getting restless, and when he discovered it wouldn’t charge, his expression immediately darkened. He was clearly becoming agitated. Within two minutes, Thomas was ready to leave. Seeing this, I quickly grabbed my bag and followed. “Patricia, I’ve packed everything and double-checked multiple times. You’re not missing anything. If you need something, just text us. Thomas and I have to head back now—we both have early mornings tomorrow.” Patricia clutched the corner of her blanket and kept her head down without speaking. I deliberately asked, “Patricia, Thomas is in a hurry. Is there anything else you need? While we’re still here, why don’t you write it down on paper?” She looked at me deeply, her lips trembling, but no sound came out. Thomas grew impatient and shoved the notepad from the table into her hands. After much hesitation, Patricia finally wrote down “I want cotton bed sheets.” “Alright, Patricia, I’ll have someone bring them to you tomorrow.” I was about to pull Thomas away when Patricia suddenly grabbed my sleeve and wouldn’t let go, insisting she needed them now. Thomas completely lost his patience and took me to the nearest mall. When we returned, I deliberately fumbled around, pretending I didn’t know how to change the bedding, which made Thomas so frustrated that he did it himself. By coincidence, while Thomas was changing her sheets, Patricia was called away for tests and had no idea who had done it. Just like in my previous life, as soon as Patricia lay down, she began screaming in agony, pulling several bloody needles from her body. The doctors immediately rushed into the room upon hearing the commotion, only to find her holding needles in one hand while pointing at me with the other. The moment Patricia pointed at me without hesitation, the last bit of hope in my heart vanished completely. In my previous life, her thoughts had echoed in my mind countless times. I could never understand why she would treat me this way, and I refused to believe she would deliberately hurt me. Her accusation was as disappointing as the slap Thomas had given me that Christmas. I immediately turned to Thomas and asked, “Thomas, how could there be needles in the sheets you changed for Patricia? I know you’re busy with work, but you can’t treat her like this! You’re her son, and she worked hard to raise you. Now that she’s sick, even if you’re impatient, you can’t hide needles in her bedding!” The onlookers immediately began murmuring among themselves, all looking at Thomas with condemning eyes. His pent-up emotions finally exploded: “I’m her son—how could I possibly hurt her?” “We all saw it! You can barely stand being in this room for a few minutes without getting impatient. How could you possibly change your mother’s bedding? You must have done it on purpose!” The family members of other patients in the room pointed at Thomas and accused him harshly.

More and more people gathered around to watch. Thomas angrily shouted at Patricia, “Mom, are you insane? What good does framing me do for you?” Patricia froze, her arms slowly dropping to her sides. I suppressed my laughter. On the surface, I remained calm, but inside I felt absolutely thrilled. In my previous life, when I was falsely accused, Thomas didn’t even give me a chance to explain—he slapped me across the face without hesitation. Now he was lashing out at his own mother. I quickly stepped forward to check Patricia’s injuries, inadvertently revealing the bruises from beatings on her body. “Thomas, what happened to these injuries on Patricia?” Thomas was stunned too. Before he could defend himself, a patient’s family member behind us pointed at Thomas and cursed, “You look all respectable, but you’re nothing but an animal!” “We should call the police! The cops need to handle this!” “Ma’am, don’t be afraid. We’ll testify for you that it was your ungrateful son who hurt you.” The crowd was filled with righteous indignation, pulling out their phones to call the police. Now Patricia panicked. She had intended to frame me, but instead ended up implicating Thomas. She kept grabbing people’s hands to stop them from calling the police, but this only convinced everyone more that she was a pitiful woman who had been abused by her son for a long time and was too afraid to speak up. Thomas trembled with rage, pointing at Patricia and roaring, “Say something! Tell them it wasn’t me! “Speak up! I work for the government. If this gets out, my career will be ruined—I’ll be fired! “Mom, are you trying to destroy my future? I was supposed to get promoted this Christmas!” I sneered inwardly. He was so frantic only because he feared it would affect his job. Hadn’t he been so confident that Patricia wouldn’t speak up before? Now he was desperately forcing her to explain. After Thomas was taken away by the police for questioning, Patricia was so worried she didn’t sleep all night. Early the next morning, Patricia frantically gestured at me as soon as she saw me, wanting me to testify for Thomas. I impatiently interrupted her gestures and pretended to comfort her, “Patricia, don’t worry. If Thomas is innocent, the police will naturally release him after they investigate.” Patricia’s eyes darted around, and suddenly her gaze toward me became strange and unfamiliar. Just then, the monitor suddenly let out a piercing alarm, and many doctors and nurses rushed into the room. Afterward, a doctor handed me a pre-surgery consent form to sign. “Patricia’s current physical condition is very poor, and the surgery carries high risks. If she has any final wishes, you should try to fulfill them.” After the doctor left, Patricia used her eyes to hint at me just like in my previous life—she wanted to see her husband’s photos. Seeing that I remained unmoved, she had no choice but to grit her teeth and write down her final wish on paper: [Before my surgery, I want to see my husband’s photo one more time.] Without hesitation, I agreed and told her to wait peacefully in the hospital room. After returning home, I planned to randomly grab a photo album to deceive her. After all, in my previous life, I had been killed because of her photo album. In this life, I absolutely couldn’t repeat the same mistake. I began searching everywhere for a photo album, planning to grab any random one and head to the hospital. Unexpectedly, I discovered a file folder wrapped tightly in clothes inside Patricia’s closet. The moment I opened the file folder, I saw something I would never forget for the rest of my life.

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My five-year-old daughter Ada Hunter has a serious problem with lying. When I took her shopping for school supplies, she actually screamed on the street that I was a human trafficker, nearly getting me dragged to the police station for questioning. When we got home, before I could even explain what happened, she threw herself crying into my husband Charles Hunter’s arms and said, “Daddy, Mommy wouldn’t buy me school supplies and she hit me on the street.” I tried to explain the situation to Charles, but after hearing me out, he furiously slapped me across the face. He roared, “She’s only five years old—how could she possibly lie? Can’t you even tolerate your own biological daughter?” Later, when I took Ada to school, she pleaded with me in front of everyone, “Mommy, please let me go to school. I don’t want to take those pictures for the uncles anymore.” Her teacher Mila Mackay opened my bag and found it full of inappropriate photos of Ada. An angry man shoved me into traffic, and I was killed on the spot. Even as I died, I couldn’t understand why Ada, whom I had worked so hard to bring into this world, would treat me this way. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I took Ada shopping for school supplies. Charles said with a smile, “Ada, we’ll take you to buy stationery right away. We’ll make sure Ada becomes a happy little princess.” Ada ignored Charles and instead came forward to tug at my sleeve, “Daddy, I want to go shopping with Mommy. All the other kids have their mommies with them. Mommy, will you come with me?” Ada had grown up in the countryside, and we had only recently brought her to live with us. Since she made this request, Charles naturally wouldn’t refuse. Sure enough, Charles said, “Honey, I’ll give you extra money. Buy Ada whatever she wants—she’s still young, and we’ve already failed her before.” Hearing these familiar words, my heart felt like it was being squeezed by a giant hand, making it almost impossible to breathe. I realized I had been reborn. In my previous life, I had agreed to Charles’s suggestion and happily took Ada to the mall to buy school supplies. But once we got to the mall, Ada insisted on buying a sharp utility knife. I told Ada the knife was too dangerous, and she agreed, even volunteering that children shouldn’t play with knives. Her words made me feel relieved. Worried that Ada might not feel close to me since she hadn’t grown up by my side, I took her to play some games. But when we reached the mall entrance, Ada sat down on the ground and started crying and shouting, “Please don’t take me away! Help! She’s a human trafficker!” The mall was crowded, and everyone gathered around when they heard her cries for help. I desperately tried to explain, and finally some people started to believe me. But the next second, Ada pointed at me again and said, “She really is a human trafficker trying to kidnap me.” The angry crowd called the police, and I was taken to the station for questioning before being released. I couldn’t understand why Ada, who was so well-behaved at home, would tell such lies at the mall. I was furious and wanted to properly discipline her. But as soon as I walked through the door, before I could even speak, she threw herself into Charles’s arms, crying that I had mistreated her.

Ada cried out, “Daddy, save me! I want some pretty school supplies, but Mommy won’t buy them for me and she hit me. It hurts so much.” Charles rolled up her sleeves and found several purple bruises on her body. I was startled and wanted to ask what had happened. But Charles angrily put Ada down and slapped me across the face: “What kind of mother are you? How could you hit a child?” I desperately tried to explain: “She’s lying. Those injuries weren’t caused by me.” I wanted to tell Charles that Ada had lied at the mall, claiming I was a human trafficker, which got me arrested by the police. But Charles didn’t believe me at all. He cut me off and yelled at me: “She’s only five years old. How could she possibly lie? Can’t you even tolerate your own biological daughter?” After that, Charles cut off my living expenses entirely. I was heartbroken and stopped trying to explain, but I became more cautious. I thought this was just an accident, but when I was dropping Ada off at school, she actually pleaded with me at the school gate: “Mommy, please let me go to school, okay? I don’t want to take those photos for the uncles to see.” I was stunned. Before I could react, the kindergarten teacher Mila rushed forward and pulled out a large number of photos from my shoulder bag, with buyers’ names even written on them. After seeing those photos, Mila hugged Ada protectively and accused me: “How could you treat your own biological daughter like this? You’re inhuman!” Before I could explain, an angry man pushed me into the middle of the road, and I was hit and turned into a bloody mess. Before dying, I saw Ada’s malicious look in her eyes. That wasn’t the kind of look a five-year-old girl should have at all. Unfortunately, even until my death, I couldn’t figure out why Ada, whom I had worked so hard to give birth to, would do such things. Every night when I held her to sleep, she would hug my arm and gently kiss my cheek, saying: “Mommy, I love you the most.” Now that I’ve been reborn, I must figure out what’s really going on. With this thought, I glanced at Charles, who was preparing to work from home: “Charles, Ada just got back. Why don’t you drive us there?” Since Charles believed Ada wouldn’t lie, then in this life, I’ll let him see with his own eyes exactly how Ada lies. Charles didn’t hesitate and agreed immediately. After arriving at the mall, Ada jumped out of the car while Charles stayed in the car waiting for us: “I just got a notification about some work I need to handle. You two go ahead and shop. Take good care of Ada. Just come back here when you’re done.” I nodded and walked into the school supply store with an excited Ada. Just like in my previous life, as soon as Ada saw that utility knife, she excitedly ran over: “Mommy, I want this one. It has patterns on it. Please buy this for me, okay?”

I shook my head and crouched down to negotiate with Ada: “This utility knife is too sharp. Let me ask if they have another one that looks the same but is safer, okay?” Ada looked at me with such pure eyes that in that moment, my heart softened. With the store clerk’s help, I bought Ada a utility knife that looked identical but had no sharp edge. Ada happily held her new school supplies and gave me a sweet smile: “Thank you, Mommy. You’re the best to me.” I thought to myself: “Maybe in my past life, I didn’t buy her the things she liked, which is why she treated me that way. Now that I’ve fulfilled her wish, she’ll surely grow closer to me gradually.” Seeing Ada behave normally the whole way, I felt relieved. But as soon as we reached a crowded area, she broke free from my hand and shouted: “Help! She’s a human trafficker trying to kidnap me!” In that moment, my heart went completely cold. I had countless times thought that Ada calling me a human trafficker in my past life was just a moment of anger. Since she had lived in the countryside with Charles’s mother, Bonnie Hunter, from a young age, maybe Bonnie had casually used “human trafficker” to scare her into behaving, so Ada remembered those words. But now, even after I’d fulfilled her wish, she was still doing this… Upon hearing “human trafficker,” everyone turned to look. Soon people approached cautiously, asking what was happening. “She’s a human trafficker trying to kidnap me! Save me!” Before I could answer, Ada sat on the ground crying and shouting. Ada was so young that hearing her cries, many people believed her words. One man said: “How could such a small child lie? Who exactly are you?” A woman said: “Don’t even think about running. We’ve already called the police. When they get here, you can wait to be locked up.” Several men even wanted to rush forward and restrain me. Just then, a figure appeared in the crowd. I shouted excitedly: “Honey, come explain to everyone!” Instantly, everyone’s eyes fell on Charles. When Ada was picking out school supplies, I had texted Charles asking him to buy us honey lemon tea. Now that Charles appeared, everyone assumed he was my accomplice and surrounded him too. Seeing this, Ada’s crying suddenly quieted down, and she looked somewhat at a loss. Faced with this situation, Charles was even more anxious than I was, explaining to the people around us that we were a family. But in the end, we were still taken to the police station by the officers who rushed over. After leaving the police station, Charles’s face remained terrifyingly dark. The moment he walked through the front door, he was ready to hit Ada. He roared, “Have you lost your mind? Why did you tell everyone outside that we’re human traffickers?” Charles was livid, his face turning ashen as he delivered a harsh slap to Ada’s bottom. Ada screamed in pain and immediately burst into tears. Watching this scene unfold, I felt secretly pleased, thinking to myself: “Didn’t he always criticize me for scolding Ada? Now it’s his turn. How come he doesn’t understand his own logic?” I quickly pulled Ada into my arms, gently stroking her hair to comfort her. I said, “Honey, she’s still young and doesn’t know any better. She was just acting up. Why are you getting so angry? What if you hurt Ada?” Charles pointed at Ada, his hands trembling as he said, “Do you know what consequences her lies have caused? One of my important clients happened to be there too. After seeing that situation, he immediately wanted to terminate our partnership. How am I supposed to explain this to my boss? And you’re still protecting her. She’ll definitely cause even bigger problems in the future.” So his work had been affected. No wonder he was so furious when he came home today. I dismissively interrupted Charles: “It’s just one client. We finally brought Ada home. Don’t be so harsh with her. And why are you speaking so nastily? She’s just a child who doesn’t understand yet. There’s no need to talk like that.” Then I held Ada tightly and looked at Charles with contempt: “Are you trying to blame Ada because you didn’t do your job well?” Didn’t Charles think five-year-olds couldn’t lie? In my past life, before I could even explain, he had pushed all the blame onto me. These were the exact words he had said to me in my previous life. Now I was giving them right back to him. This time, he would also taste what it felt like to be wrongfully accused. Charles’s eyes burned with fury: “You spoil her too much.” With that, he left directly. I gently stroked Ada’s hair, comforting her tenderly: “It’s okay. I’ll take you to school tomorrow.” Ada looked at me with eyes full of fear. Clearly, she was afraid of me. I felt somewhat puzzled. I hadn’t done anything to her, so why was she so scared of me? Charles must have been truly upset with me, as he didn’t come home even after dark. After coaxing Ada to sleep, I began searching throughout the house. In my past life, when I went to take Ada to school, Mila had found those photos. Those photos must have been taken beforehand and were definitely hidden somewhere in the house right now. I searched through every room and finally found a metal box with a combination lock under Ada’s bed. I entered Ada’s birthday, but the lock didn’t open. I tried Charles’s birthday, and the lock opened. The moment I opened the box, I was stunned. This mystery that had plagued me for two lifetimes finally had an answer at this moment. I finally understood why Ada wanted me dead.

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On the day of our engagement, my girlfriend Claire Reeds was nowhere to be found and remained missing even late into the night. I anxiously asked around among friends and was even ready to call the police. However, I saw her activity on her assistant Callum Murray’s Instagram. 【Boss came to my place specifically to discuss a project, but then the door lock suddenly broke.】 【Does this mean we’ll be spending the night together? I’m so excited.】 I silently liked the post, and Claire immediately called me in a rage: “Don’t you know what my Christmas bonus is? The daily wage I lose, you couldn’t earn back in a week! So what if I didn’t show up to the engagement party? What are you getting mad about? I really don’t have time to hang out with your poor relatives.” My mother Abigail Holmes stood silently beside me, looking at the 30 kilograms of gold, eight sets of haute couture jewelry, and various real estate transfer agreements laid out in the private room. She asked me somewhat awkwardly: “Finley, are these gifts embarrassing for you?” I let out a cold laugh, my fingertips caressing the Bentley keys I had prepared for Claire, and replied coolly: “She’s the one who doesn’t know what’s good for her.” ***** When Claire came back, I was playing games with friends in the living room. She ignored everyone’s enthusiastic greetings, shot me a fierce glare, and stomped upstairs in her high heels. Even though the game volume was turned up to maximum, I could still hear the thunderous door slamming from upstairs. My friend scratched his head and asked hesitantly: “Should we head out? You should go comfort her.” I scoffed: “What does she think she is?” They looked shocked and silently gave me a thumbs up: “Finley, you’ve finally grown a backbone!” In the past, Claire hated it when I played games with my friends. She always said we were unambitious. Because of this, I hadn’t touched a gaming console for nearly two years. But today, I had a blast playing with my friends until dawn. Glancing at the tightly shut bedroom door, I turned and headed straight to the guest room. Just as I was drifting off to sleep, Claire burst through the door, rummaging through the closet for something. Usually at times like this, I would have gotten up to help her look, but now I just wanted to lie there quietly. After a series of clattering sounds, the room fell silent again. I could hear Claire’s rapid breathing behind me and feel her burning gaze fixed on me. Suddenly, harsh light flooded the room as Claire flicked on the switch. I instinctively covered my eyes. She yanked off my blanket and demanded furiously: “Finley, do you realize your mistake?” Looking at her frantic appearance, I found it laughable. I hadn’t even questioned why she missed the engagement party, let alone brought up her inexplicably spending the night with Callum, yet here she was interrogating me. I looked at her with cold eyes: “What did I do wrong?” She trembled with rage, grabbed the pillow from the bedside and hurled it at me: “I’m giving you a chance, and you’re still making excuses? Don’t come crawling back tomorrow like a dog begging for my forgiveness!” She glared at me in silence, as if waiting for me to admit my fault. But I didn’t even glance at her, just picked up my blanket and continued sleeping. Moments later, she stormed out, slamming the door. I couldn’t help but smile bitterly: “Just how pathetic must I have been in front of her all this time for her to think that no matter what she does, she can act so brazenly arrogant in front of me?” That night, I slept exceptionally well. When I woke up in the morning, I smelled something sweet. I walked into the dining room puzzled and found breakfast laid out on the table. There were several delicate pieces of cake on a plate and milk in a glass. She was wearing an apron and poked her head out from the kitchen, saying coldly: “Eat up.” In over three years of dating, I had never tasted her cooking. I forked a piece of cake and put it in my mouth while she pulled out a chair and sat down with a jarring screech. After a tense moment, her tone softened slightly: “Does it taste good?” I kept my head down, casually scrolling through my phone screen, about to answer “not bad,” when I accidentally came across Callum’s new post. 【Last night, I casually mentioned wanting to eat blueberry cake, and she said she’d make it for me herself. Can’t wait.】 I chewed the sweet and sour blueberry in my mouth and suddenly felt nauseous. Combined with the beer from last night irritating my stomach, I couldn’t control myself anymore and rushed to the bathroom, retching violently. Claire chased after me furiously: “Finley, what’s your problem?”

I dry-heaved so violently that my veins bulged and my face turned red. I twisted around, trying to explain to her. But she suddenly hurled the glass in her hand at me. A sharp, dull pain shot through my temple. Instinctively, I raised my hand to touch it—my palm came away covered in blood. “You… are you crazy? Why didn’t you dodge?” Claire shouted in panicked fury. “I’ll take you to the hospital,” she said with a dark expression, coming over to help me. As soon as I opened the car door, I saw a pair of men’s underwear on the passenger seat. I silently walked to the back seat and pulled open the door. Claire quickly grabbed the underwear, glancing at me awkwardly as she tried to explain: “I bought this for you…” “Don’t say anything. Let’s just go to the hospital,” I cut her off coldly, my voice dripping with impatience. Throughout the drive, Claire kept trying to make conversation. But I just stared blankly out the window, lost in thought, completely ignoring her words—just like she used to do to me. Back then, even saying two extra words to me was charity on her part. Suddenly, Claire fell silent, put on her earphones, and took a call. Her voice grew increasingly anxious: “Don’t panic, I’m coming to find you right now.” She abruptly pulled over to the side of the road: “Get out. I have an emergency and need to go back to the company.” I looked out at the highway and the endless farmland, then down at the gauze in my hand that was already soaked with blood. Bewildered, I asked her: “You want me to get out here?” She urged impatiently: “You can take a taxi to the hospital.” I took several deep breaths and pushed open the car door. I had barely gotten out and hadn’t even steadied myself when she sped off, nearly knocking me to the ground. Behind me came the harsh sound of honking—a large truck roared past, almost clipping me. With no other choice, I could only walk toward the thorny dirt path beside the road. It was the height of summer. After just a few steps, the blazing sun overhead made me dizzy, and sweat soaked through my clothes, sticking uncomfortably to my skin. As if all the moisture in my body had been drained, my throat burned with thirst. Just when I could barely stand anymore, I encountered an elderly man who kindly helped me call a car to take me to the hospital. Exhausted, I quickly fell into a deep sleep with the IV drip in my arm. “Hey, your hand is so swollen. You should call the nurse.” The person next to me woke me up. I looked at her gratefully, then lowered my eyes to check my phone. No new messages. Unconsciously, I opened Callum’s Instagram and saw his latest post. 【The little cat was throwing a tantrum and wouldn’t eat. She came over for a bit and coaxed it right away.】 In the video, Claire held a small cat with adoring eyes, patiently tearing meat into small strips and feeding it bit by bit. The entire world seemed to fall silent, leaving only the drip-drop sound of the IV fluid. That icy feeling seeped through my veins and into my heart, as if carving out an unfillable void there. I scrolled through old photos with vacant eyes, asking myself: “How did I fall in love with her in the first place?” Back then, she was an intern and I was a department manager. In my memory, she was always the first to arrive at the office and the last to leave. At the time, I simply thought she was hardworking. Until that late night when my friends and I were gaming at an internet café and ordered late-night food. The moment I opened the door, she hurriedly handed me the takeout. After recognizing me, she smiled sheepishly, her eyes crinkling as shallow dimples appeared on her cheeks. Before I could say anything, she had already raised her phone and waved it, indicating she had to rush off to deliver the next order. Watching her petite figure disappear at the end of the hallway, I felt an inexplicable tenderness in my heart. Later, I began intentionally assigning some quality client resources to her. She lived up to expectations—her performance kept improving, and before long, she became the department’s top salesperson.

Soon, we became lovers deeply in love. I secretly leveraged my family’s resources to introduce her to higher-quality clients, and her career soared. At the company Christmas party, she accepted an appointment ceremony from the group’s board of directors. Under the spotlight, she wore a black evening gown, confident and radiant, absolutely stunning. I felt an overwhelming sense of pride. The rose I had carefully nurtured was finally in full bloom. To protect her self-esteem, I never told her about my family’s true background or mentioned the real reason behind her promotions. However, as her income increased, I seemed to become smaller and smaller in her eyes. If it weren’t for my repeated compromises and concessions, our relationship might have ended long ago. Dragging my exhausted body home, I heard laughter and cheerful voices the moment I opened the door. Claire was leaning against Callum’s shoulder, playing with the cat in her arms. When she saw me, her expression became slightly unnatural. She stood up, smoothed her clothes, and asked softly, “Is your wound better?” I ignored her, turned around, and headed straight upstairs, just wanting to pack my belongings. But she hurried after me, grabbing my wrist and asking, “Are you angry?” So she knew I would be angry, yet she kept pushing my boundaries again and again. I shook off her hand, and she stumbled backward into the metal banister, gasping from the pain. In the past, I would have been heartbroken, holding her hand to check the injury and rushing to find the first aid kit. But now, my heart remained unmoved, and I continued upstairs. Claire looked at me with shock and hurt. Seeing this, Callum rushed over. “Claire, is your hand okay! How could he…” “Shut up!” Claire snapped impatiently, then seemed to realize her tone was too harsh and added, “You should go back now.” Callum glared at me resentfully, reluctantly picked up the cat, and slammed the door as he left. Claire followed me into the bedroom, wrapping her arms around my waist from behind, and said in a muffled voice, “Please don’t be angry, okay?” I said coldly, “I’m not angry. There’s still salmon in the fridge. You can take it to feed the cat later.” I could clearly feel Claire’s body stiffen. After a long moment, she didn’t speak again, and her arms around me trembled slightly. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I seemed to feel her warm tears soaking through my shirt. After a long silence, she spoke again, her voice choked with emotion: “Finley, you’ve been different these past two days. What’s wrong?” I held back again and again, but still couldn’t bring myself to mention breaking up. I only replied coldly, “Let’s both take some time to cool off.” Claire’s voice suddenly rose, looking at me with anger: “What do you mean? Have I been too indulgent with you these past two days, and now you’re pushing your luck? Finley, I’m giving you one last chance. Apologize to me right now, or we’re breaking up!” Whenever she got angry, she would block all my contact methods, giving me no chance to explain. In the past, I tried every way to contact her—sometimes through money transfers, sometimes by adding her as a friend with new accounts I created, humbly begging for her forgiveness. But this time, I just looked at her calmly: “Fine.” Claire stood frozen in place, staring at me with vacant eyes, as if looking at a stranger. After all, every time she mentioned breaking up before, I would humbly beg her to stay. Her lips parted slightly, and after a long pause, she said softly, “Finley, I said we’re breaking up.” My expression remained indifferent: “Yes, I agree to break up.” I dragged my suitcase behind me, coldly walking around Claire’s pale face without looking back as I turned to leave. Behind me came Claire’s furious roar through gritted teeth: “Finley, you better mean it this time and not come crawling back begging for my forgiveness.” I had thought we could have an amicable breakup. I never imagined that Claire would do something so utterly despicable next. When Abigail learned about my breakup, she insisted on meeting Claire in person. She wanted to see for herself what the woman I had loved for three years looked like. As it happened, the hotel where Abigail was staying was about to hold a ceremony for Claire’s promotion to general manager. As a major shareholder behind the group, Abigail didn’t need to attend a branch office appointment ceremony. But she insisted on meeting Claire personally, so I had to agree. I reminded her: “Mom, today you’re just presenting her with the appointment letter. Things between us are completely over, so please don’t bring up anything else.” Abigail looked at me deeply and nodded. I was helping Abigail massage her shoulders when the hotel room door was suddenly pushed open. A group of men rushed in and quickly locked the door behind them. Callum sneered: “I thought something was off when I saw you entering this hotel. With what little you make each month, you can’t afford to spend money at a place like this. Turns out you found yourself a wealthy ‘girlfriend.’ You’d throw away your dignity for some cash. She looks old enough to be your mother.” Anger flared in my chest, and I was about to argue back when the group had already pounced on me, throwing me to the ground and snatching away my phone. Callum pressed his foot hard against my face, his eyes full of mockery: “What do you think Claire would do if she knew what kind of scum you are?” Abigail panicked and tried to help me: “Stop hitting him! He’s my son, you’ve got it all wrong!” Callum grabbed Abigail’s hair with disgust and spat viciously in her face: “Bah, you’re so old and still so shameless!” He suddenly let go and shoved her hard. Abigail fell to the ground unprepared, her head hitting the corner of the bed hard, her face turning white with pain. Seeing Abigail humiliated, I struggled desperately but couldn’t move. “Finley, what were you pretending to be so noble about in front of me?” Callum lifted his foot and kicked hard at my abdomen. I curled up, saying angrily: “Do you know who my mother is? How dare you treat her like…” Callum said: “I caught you two red-handed, and you still want to make excuses? I’m calling Claire right now to let her see your disgusting true colors!” He smugly dialed his phone, and before long, Claire came rushing over, lifting her skirt. She was trembling with rage: “Finley, I never thought…” Abigail struggled to get up, wanting to explain to Claire. But Claire viciously kicked Abigail’s hand away: “Don’t touch me with your filthy hands!” The sharp high heel struck Abigail’s nasal bone, causing blood to gush immediately. Abigail covered her face, crying out in pain. “Claire, are you insane?” Overwhelming fury nearly burst from my chest. But the group behind me held my shoulders in a death grip, and I couldn’t move. Unwillingness, resentment, and anger filled my chest. I was breathing rapidly, feeling like I was about to explode from frustration. Claire roared: “You’re the one who’s insane! You did this on purpose, didn’t you? Knowing today is my promotion ceremony, you deliberately brought her here to cause trouble, just because I’m breaking up with you? Let me tell you, Finley, we’re completely finished! Drag these two shameless people out of here. Holmes Group doesn’t serve their kind!” Claire furiously directed the group. Callum stood beside her, intimately comforting her while looking at me provocatively. I struggled and fought with everyone, desperately trying to pull away the hands dragging Abigail. “What exactly is going on here?” A deep, authoritative voice rang out with undeniable presence. “Mr. White, what brings you here?” Claire immediately became respectful, bowing and looking obsequiously at manager Bruce White. Everyone else in the room froze in place, instantly falling silent with lowered heads. The noisy room became so quiet that only everyone’s breathing could be heard. “Finley? What’s all this commotion about?” Bruce frowned, looking at me with both anger and confusion. I was breathing heavily, my eyes sharp as a hawk’s, and I said something that no one expected.

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