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On my third Christmas with Benjamin Scott, I took a knife for him during a robbery. The ugly scar left on my abdomen made it nearly impossible for me to conceive naturally. Back then, Benjamin would always gently kiss that scar when we made love, saying, “Vanessa, this is proof of our love.” But after we married and I finally got pregnant through IVF, I overheard him mocking me to his friends: “I close my eyes every time I sleep with her, afraid I’ll throw up if I look at it too long.” In that moment, I was devastated, while he held his new lover, tenderly kissing her flat stomach. I was completely crushed. I finally understood that even if he had truly loved me once, he now found me repulsive. ***** When I found out I was pregnant, I was overjoyed and wanted to share this hard-won news with Benjamin. But as I reached his office door, I heard someone calling his name. “Benjamin, you’ve got it all. Not only do you have a wife who loves you, but you’ve also got a gorgeous mistress.” “Look at Dina! She’s really hot.” I froze. My heart felt like it had been shattered, despair spreading from my chest throughout my entire body. Dina—such a familiar name. A few years ago, when I took that knife to save Benjamin, I was stabbed in the abdomen by the robber. When I was rushed to the ER, the nurse who changed my dressings was Dina Meyer. But for some reason, Dina always “accidentally” gave me the wrong medication. She would even roughly tear at my unhealed wound when changing my bandages, making me gasp in pain. Dina’s actions caused my wound to fester, ultimately leaving a permanent scar that could never be removed. I wanted to file a complaint against her multiple times, but Benjamin would always hold my hand and tell me to be understanding. “After all, she’s a new nurse. We should give her more chances.” “Vanessa, you’ve recovered now, haven’t you? It’s not a big deal.” “What matters most right now is taking care of yourself. Don’t worry about these little things.” In the office, Benjamin let out a theatrical sigh, as if he were deeply troubled. “How could you guys understand the burden of having two women?” Then came a chorus of flattering voices from the office. “Sure, Vanessa is considerate, but that scar on her belly is just disgusting. I close my eyes every time I sleep with her, afraid I’ll puke if I look at it.” “On the other hand, Dina is definitely sexy, but she’s too high-maintenance and never considerate. Even though I’m busy with work, I still have to comfort her every day.” “Oh, I just hope Vanessa hurries up and has this baby, so I won’t have to touch her for at least ten months.” That relieved tone in his final words made my whole body tremble uncontrollably. I clutched the pregnancy test results tightly, my fingertips ice-cold, nearly fainting. I had thought this child was a symbol of our love, but reality had slapped me hard across the face. The knife I took for Benjamin that Christmas had struck near my uterus. The doctor said my chances of natural conception were virtually zero. Over the past few years, I’d visited countless hospitals and undergone IVF three times. I’d even vomited constantly from all the fertility drugs I had to take. Watching needles as long as my arm pierce my body repeatedly for egg retrieval, I lost even my last shred of dignity. But even being stabbed by all those needles couldn’t compare to the pain I felt right now. I used to wake up from nightmares countless times in the middle of the night, always dreaming of that robber’s knife coming at me. Benjamin would always hold me tight, whispering comfort in my ear: “Don’t be afraid. I’m here. I’ll always protect you.” Only today did I realize that the most terrifying nightmare was this gentle trap he’d woven with love. Now I was awake from that dream, finally seeing reality clearly. Benjamin didn’t love me, and he certainly wouldn’t love our child. Amid the laughter, he added, “After our kid is born, I’ll find an excuse to sleep in separate rooms.” “Even though she’ll be out of shape after giving birth and the baby’s crying will disturb my sleep, she still won’t blame me. She probably won’t just not blame me—she’ll probably feel guilty about it.”

I sat in my car, devastated, letting tears stream down my face unchecked. Memories flooded back like a tide, and I remembered Benjamin from all those Christmases ago when we were young. Our reunion after so many years made me naively believe it was destined fate, until that night when we encountered robbers on our way home after working late together. Those thugs were vicious—they didn’t even bother with our wallets, lunging straight at Benjamin with a knife. In that instant, I threw myself in front of him without hesitation. As my consciousness began to fade, I heard Benjamin holding me, screaming desperately: “Vanessa, don’t sleep! Please open your eyes! As long as you wake up, we’ll get married right away. We’ll never be apart again in this lifetime.” Later, I tentatively asked if he minded the scar on my abdomen. He gently kissed that terrible wound, his eyes full of tenderness: “Vanessa, this is the mark you left for me, proof of our love, and fate’s test for me.” In that moment, I felt like I could hear fireworks blooming in my heart. As if possessed, I extended my hand, letting him slip the engagement ring onto my finger. After our engagement, he was gentle and considerate toward me. To plan the perfect wedding, he took me to every wedding planning company in the city—I tried on over a dozen wedding dresses alone. Back then, I naively thought I was the happiest girl in the world. However, reality dealt me a crushing blow. When office hours ended, the glass doors of the building opened, and Benjamin slowly walked out. He looked sharp in his suit, elegant and refined, flashing a gentle smile in my direction. I suddenly felt dazed, thinking: “This refined gentleman in front of me is like a completely different person from the one in the office.” Suddenly, a woman in a white uniform fluttered into Benjamin’s arms like a butterfly, intimately settling onto his lap. As Benjamin lifted her with both hands, the girl hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him, her eyes sparkling with laughter. Benjamin gently patted her back, signaling for her to get down. Then he smoothly pulled out his phone and sent me a message. My phone screen lit up. At that moment, if Benjamin had just glanced slightly to the side, he would have noticed his wife and her car, and even seen the new WhatsApp message on his wife’s phone. Benjamin: [I need to work late tonight. Honey, remember to lock the door and get some rest early. Don’t wait up for me.] The two of them walked away hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder, disappearing around the corner, leaving me with nothing but overwhelming suffocation. This wasn’t the first time I’d discovered Benjamin’s connection with Dina. During my hospital stay after the injury, Benjamin was always going to the nurses’ station. Whenever I asked him about it, he said he was checking on my recovery progress. I even teased him about being overly anxious: “What patient’s family member bothers the nurses so often?” But Benjamin squeezed my hand tightly, his eyes full of affection: “I don’t care about others—I just want my wife to be safe.” He truly kept his word. He even asked for my permission before adding Dina’s WhatsApp account. “This way Ms. Meyer can provide remote guidance for your wound care.” I had been suspicious and secretly checked his phone. But their chat history really did contain only professional medical consultations, nothing inappropriate. Remembering how I almost filed a complaint against Dina, I even felt guilty, thinking I had wrongly suspected a dedicated nurse. The air was filled with lingering rose fragrance, identical to the unfamiliar scent that often clung to Benjamin. I quietly followed them to the city’s most luxurious wedding center. Through the glass window, I saw Dina wearing the very wedding dress I had finally chosen, admiring herself in the mirror with delight. She was even moved to tears. Clearly, this was a surprise Benjamin had carefully prepared for her. I bit down hard, tasting the metallic tang of blood on my tongue. Then I clenched my fists tightly, my nails leaving deep marks in my palms. I felt utterly heartbroken, as if I was gradually losing my life and ascending to heaven. So all those times he chose wedding services with me and tried on dresses—it was all to prepare a surprise for another woman. I gently touched my belly, whispering to myself: “I’ll use this unborn child to bless them.”

I returned to our shared apartment, feeling utterly defeated. This cramped apartment, barely three hundred square feet, was perhaps nothing more than an elaborate cage Benjamin had crafted for me. I had once suggested renting a larger place, but Benjamin swore he wanted to save money for our wedding, promising me the most magnificent ceremony. Now Benjamin was indeed planning a wedding, but the bride was no longer me. I silently burned the pregnancy test, watching the flames gradually consume the paper until it turned to ash. What remained of our relationship vanished with that wisp of smoke. The day’s events replayed in my mind like a carousel, impossible to shake. I squeezed my eyes shut, fighting back the tears. After what felt like an eternity, my phone suddenly rang, Benjamin’s name lighting up the screen. “Vanessa, I’m at the wedding planner’s right now. Send me your makeup artist’s contact info—I need to discuss the look details with her.” “Vanessa? Vanessa, are you listening?” “Hello, honey?” “Well, she can’t even hear what I’m saying. Did that scar on her belly somehow migrate to her brain?” I immediately hung up. My mouth fell slightly open as tears streamed down uncontrollably, yet no sound escaped. My makeup artist was a childhood friend. When she heard I was getting married, she specially designed a custom look just for me. At the time, Benjamin had criticized every aspect of her work and even got into a huge fight with my friend. Turns out he cared so much about how the bride would look on her wedding day. Too bad his bride was no longer me. The next morning, Benjamin suddenly came home. The moment he saw me, he gave me an enthusiastic hug, that sharp rose fragrance hitting me immediately. I suddenly felt nauseous and pushed him away, rushing to the bathroom to throw up. “What’s wrong, baby? Are you pregnant?” Benjamin pretended to pat my back gently, a flash of smugness in his eyes. “What? Are you hoping I’m pregnant? I still want to enjoy our time together.” A flicker of disgust crossed his eyes before he affectionately wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “I’m just worried about you having to take more medication and injections. If you really are pregnant, you wouldn’t have to suffer through all that.” I couldn’t tell if he was referring to the treatment process or his own torment when reluctantly sharing a bed with me. “I’ve decided to stop taking the medication. The doctor was right—I shouldn’t be so anxious about getting pregnant.” “We should focus on living well together first and let everything else happen naturally.” His body visibly stiffened, forcing a smile. After a long hesitation, he stammered, “Oh, okay.” “Well, honey, I still have some things to handle at the office. I just came back to check on you—I need to head out.” He bolted out the door like a startled cat, completely oblivious to the tracking device I’d quietly slipped into his pocket. Surprisingly, the GPS showed he was in the apartment building directly across from ours. I set up my binoculars and searched carefully, quickly spotting Dina applying makeup by the window. Benjamin entered with practiced ease, immediately pushing Dina down onto the couch. He was rough and crude, ignoring Dina’s frowning and pushing. He carelessly tore at Dina’s clothes, closing his eyes as he tenderly kissed her belly. The scene hit me like a thunderbolt—I was completely stunned and heartbroken. Memories flooded back like a tide, each detail cutting into my heart like a blade. He had kissed Dina on that same couch with those same movements. Back then, he had kissed my scar the same way, and I had naively thought it was a sign of acceptance. Now I realized it was just his habitual gesture. I clenched my fists tightly, nails digging deep into my palms without even noticing. Tears blurred my vision so badly I couldn’t even see what they did next. I could only vaguely make out that after they finished, Benjamin carried Dina into the bathroom.

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In my previous life, I worked as a janitor at my son Todd Landon’s school to earn money for his tuition. When I suddenly received the devastating news of his death, I stumbled to the crematorium in shock, only to be told that Todd’s body had already been cremated. My husband Jeffrey Landon blamed me for Todd’s death, claiming I had caused him to ingest poison. Even Todd’s teacher Rachel Thornton questioned me: “Are you really his mother? How unfortunate for him to have you as his son!” I was taken away by the police and spent ten whole years in prison. After my release, while working, I accidentally witnessed Todd’s wedding. Standing between Todd and Jeffrey was that teacher, Rachel. Rachel defiantly lifted her chin toward me, while Todd thanked his mentor with pure happiness on his face. This scene filled me with such rage that I suffocated to death on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day before Todd’s fake death. ***** “You don’t understand anything! How could I have such a stupid mother! You can’t do anything right, embarrassing me in class every day! Look at Ms. Thornton! You’re nothing compared to her—you’re so ignorant!” Facing Todd’s constant verbal abuse, I appeared completely calm. After all, I had been reborn, and tomorrow was the day Todd would fake his death. Today was Todd’s parent-teacher conference. The other students’ mothers were either highly educated professionals or wealthy socialites. Years of hard labor had left my face wrinkled, and I wore discarded old clothes. Todd was ashamed of me and pretended not to know me once we got to school. This student who excelled academically at school became incredibly arrogant at home. Jeffrey spent all day lying on the couch playing video games, turning a blind eye to Todd’s behavior. I spent almost all the money I earned on the two of them, only to receive their disgust in return. Looking back now, their resentment had been building for a long time, and they had already begun plotting Todd’s fake death. As a mother, when I heard the news of my son’s sudden death, I was naturally heartbroken. But they could never understand that feeling—it was worse than death itself. I remember clearly how Jeffrey and Rachel kept saying it was my fault, blaming me for letting him ingest poison. They threw the death certificate in my face—Todd’s cause of death was food poisoning. I had personally prepared every meal Todd ate. I was completely bewildered and was taken away by the police in a daze. After spending ten years in prison, I was introduced to work as a hotel cleaner. However, I never expected to witness Todd, who had supposedly been dead for ten years, joyfully holding his wedding ceremony. He tearfully bowed to Jeffrey and Rachel, thanking them for their care over the years. “Without the nurturing love of my mom Rachel and my dad, I wouldn’t be who I am today. If there’s a next life, I want to be your child again!” Rachel took the microphone, her gaze piercing through the crowd to lock onto me. Then, staring directly at me, she said provocatively: “Todd loves me so much that he didn’t want me to suffer through pregnancy, so he specifically had another woman bear his child. I will always love you!” Watching the three of them embrace and cry tears of joy, I died of rage on the spot. Now that I’ve been reborn, I looked coldly at Todd hurling insults at me and Jeffrey who had long been cheating, already forming a new plan in my mind. Since they had gone to such lengths to set this trap, I might as well play along. If Todd wanted to die, I was prepared to grant his wish. They should also taste the suffering I had endured. “What are you waiting for? I need two hundred dollars tomorrow. Give it to me now!” Todd impatiently stretched out his hand, as if this money meant nothing to me. I quietly dialed his homeroom teacher’s number to verify this matter. Todd hadn’t expected me to actually call and confirm, and immediately looked panicked.

After I put the call on speaker and let Todd listen to his homeroom teacher’s scolding, I simply let out a cold laugh. When I hung up, Todd flew into a rage, hurling everything within reach to the floor. Flying glass shards cut several bloody scratches across my arm. “Why can’t you just give me some money? When you die, it’ll all be mine anyway! And you even told my teacher about this. You really are just an ignorant country woman!” Before he could finish, I slapped him hard across the face. Jeffrey on the couch couldn’t even be bothered with his video game anymore, and they both shouted in unison: “Are you insane?” I shook my stinging wrist, frowning slightly. Honestly, that slap carried all the resentment from my previous life, and it must have hurt him badly. Ignoring them both, I walked straight into the bedroom and locked the door behind me. Outside, Jeffrey was consoling the furious Todd. Though they kept their voices low, I could still hear them clearly. “Just bear with it a little longer. This is her last day of being arrogant—we’ll have her thrown in prison tomorrow!” “I’ve had enough of her! If it weren’t for her, how would my classmates look down on me? Dad, just marry Rachel already. The three of us can live happily together.” I pulled out my phone, and the living room scene was clearly visible on the surveillance feed. They thought the broken camera was never fixed, but they didn’t know I’d secretly installed two additional cameras. I suddenly remembered how, in my previous life, consumed by grief over losing my child, I’d overlooked the home surveillance system. Back then, I felt so guilty I nearly took my own life several times. I gently wiped away the tears at the corners of my eyes and turned off the surveillance feed. My marriage to Jeffrey had faced opposition from my friends and entire family. Just when our relationship was in crisis, a car accident changed everything. Jeffrey had shielded me with his body, and I lost my ability to have children as a result. To repay his life-saving grace, I was willing to cut ties with my parents to marry him. He’s probably forgotten that before I married him, I was also an only daughter, cherished and adored by my family. After marrying him, not only did we have to raise his deceased comrade Robert Davis’s son, but we also had to endure their cold treatment. Now, I’ll just wait quietly for tomorrow’s show.

Early the next morning, Jeffrey had already prepared breakfast. Todd glared at me angrily and said sarcastically, “I don’t know how you can still sleep! What time is it now?” I glanced up at the time and slowly sat down at the other end of the dining table. “I didn’t delay your meal or school, so why are you angry?” He dramatically opened his mouth wide, pointing at me, then turned to complain to Jeffrey: “Dad, I really can’t understand how you could fall in love with this kind of woman.” I picked up my fork and continued enjoying my breakfast. Having heard too many such harsh words, I had become numb to them. After Todd finished breakfast, he blatantly exchanged a meaningful look with Jeffrey. After reaching their understanding, the two left one after the other. I applied makeup to make myself look haggard and arrived early to wait outside the funeral home. Even though Todd and I were going to the same place, we had to stagger our arrival times, all for the sake of his pitiful pride. How could his father, who was addicted to games all day, have money to pay for his education? He had always relied on my working from dawn to dusk to afford his schooling. Time passed minute by minute, and just like in my previous life, my phone rang right on schedule. Rachel’s panicked voice came through the receiver. “Ellie, come to the funeral home quickly! Todd died from food poisoning despite emergency treatment.” I calmly replied, “Oh,” hung up the phone, and checked the time. Then I slowly walked into the funeral home. The eye drops I had applied in advance made my eyes glisten with tears. This time I arrived much earlier than in my previous life—Todd hadn’t been wheeled into the cremation chamber yet. Before they could react, I suddenly rushed forward, crying heartbreakingly: “My son! If you’re gone, what will I do?” I threw myself completely onto Todd, pulling away the cloth covering his face. He did indeed look dead. His lips were purple, his face was pale as a sheet—typical symptoms of poisoning. I wiped my tears, pretending to be devastated, and staggered over. Then I grabbed Jeffrey by the collar and hissed in a low, angry voice: “He looked fine this morning! What happened? How could my son die? It was you! You murderer! You killed my son!” Jeffrey broke free from my grip, calling me a crazy woman. He violently threw the death report and diagnosis at my face, pointing at my nose and cursing: “The real murderer is you!” He pretended to cry, beating his chest and wailing: “If you didn’t like Todd, you could have told me directly. Why did you have to use such methods to harm him? He was just a child! When Robert was dying, he entrusted his son to us, and you clearly promised to treat him like your own son. Now, how can I face Robert in heaven?” When a man cries so miserably, perhaps everyone would believe his words. Just then, Rachel walked over. She calmly urged the staff to cremate Todd quickly, but I stopped her, shouting: “Wait a little longer! I still have so much to tell my son.” Rachel impatiently interrupted me: “Ellie, Todd is already dead. You’d better let him rest in peace.” I thought to myself: “How could I not know they had planted informants? As soon as Todd is cremated, the police will arrest me for murder the next second. How could I fall for this trick a second time?” I tightly grasped Todd’s hand and leaned down to whisper in his ear. To outsiders, this was nothing more than a heartbroken mother making her final farewell to her beloved son. But the reality was far from that. I didn’t know what method they had used to make Todd appear dead. I suspected Todd might have actually been poisoned, but it wasn’t food poisoning, and he could take an antidote. Watching his lips grow increasingly purple, I whispered softly: “The feeling of waiting to die isn’t pleasant, is it? Are you looking forward to Rachel becoming your mother?” His fingers twitched slightly, his nails digging hard into the back of my hand. “In everyone’s eyes, you’re already a dead person, and no one will come to save you. I thought I could exchange my sincerity for yours, but you nearly took my life because of it. Rest in peace. At least you were once my son, and I’ll pray for you often.” Gradually, Todd lost his strength, and his fingertips grew cold. All the memories from my previous life flashed before my eyes—everything was over. I collapsed onto Todd, crying bitterly, and Jeffrey roughly pulled me away. He used such force that he threw me to the ground. My knees were bruised and battered, and I couldn’t get up for a long time. After confirming that Todd was truly dead, Jeffrey grabbed my hair with tears streaming down his face. “What did you do to him? You killed him!”

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On the fifth Christmas of my marriage to Frederick Duncan, I fell down a hillside while saving him and our son Chester Duncan, breaking my leg. I had to go abroad for surgery and rehabilitation. A year later, when I returned home, I saw Frederick in the courtyard of our villa with his arm around my stepsister Jessica Scott’s shoulder, smiling sweetly. And Chester, whom I had desperately saved, was running around excitedly shouting: “Aunt Jessica, I love you the most! I want you to be my mom, not Charlotte anymore.” My heart turned to ice, and I turned and left. Since that’s how it is, I’ll make it easy for them. I went straight back to my company, Scott Group. I called all the executives for a meeting and simultaneously called Frederick: “You’re fired. Find time to hand over your work.” Laughter came through the phone, piercing my ears. “Charlotte, where are you? What are you making a fuss about now? Didn’t I say I’d come see you next month? The company’s been really busy lately. Can’t you be more understanding?” Frederick’s voice was full of impatience, even annoyance, as he lied so easily. In fact, during this year I was abroad for treatment, our last meeting had been four months ago. I said: “I’m at the company.” Frederick fell silent, but the background noise continued to pierce my heart. Chester shouted: “Aunt Jessica, I love you so much!” Jessica responded: “I love you too, Chester is the sweetest and most adorable. But if your mom comes back in the future and won’t let you see me anymore, what will we do?” Chester’s innocent voice cut into my heart like a blade: “Then I’ll curse her every day so her leg never heals, and she can never come back.” In this suffocating silence, my heartbeat nearly stopped. A year ago, when our family of three went camping and suddenly encountered a mudslide, I didn’t hesitate for a moment while desperately trying to save Frederick and Chester. At that time, I truly wanted to trade my life for their safety. Fortunately, I survived. Unfortunately, my leg was broken. Frederick cried as he held me, saying over and over: “Charlotte, we’ll go abroad to find the best doctors. You’ll definitely be able to stand again. I’ll stay with you the whole time.” Chester also wiped my tears with his little hands: “Don’t be scared, Mommy. Thank you for saving me. Mommy, you’re amazing.” I used to be soft-hearted and never regretted giving everything for them. My treatment abroad was both painful and torturous. For the first month, Frederick and Chester stayed by my side constantly. Every day they held my hands to encourage me, thanked me for saving them, and told me how much they loved me. By the third month, they rarely came to stay with me anymore. Now, I hadn’t seen them for over four months. I wasn’t oblivious to what was happening. Now, my heart was completely dead. Frederick had fallen in love with my stepsister Jessica, and Chester was just as heartless and cold as him. In less than a year, Chester could abandon the mother who gave birth to and raised him, turn around and throw himself into another woman’s arms, easily calling another woman “mom.” When Frederick came to the company, I didn’t see him. I had already prepared his resignation paperwork and transferred his salary to his account, having my secretary Aria Allan pass along his belongings while having my lawyer handle the divorce proceedings. During these years of our marriage, Frederick was no longer the man who once had nothing. He had used my resources to start several small companies and now had enough confidence to leave me.

What’s more, Frederick believed he was now with another daughter of the Scott family. So even though he was the one in the wrong, he still arrogantly told my lawyer before leaving: “Go back and tell Charlotte to stop throwing tantrums. When the time comes, she better not come crying to me.” Hearing his words, I just smiled indifferently, then returned to the Scott estate to apologize to my father Alexander Scott and mother Matilda Scott. That Christmas, I had been so stubborn, insisting on marrying Frederick who had nothing, breaking Alexander and Matilda’s hearts. Jessica wasn’t actually a member of the Scott family. Alexander and Matilda had simply sponsored her upbringing, and she happened to share the Scott surname. No one had ever asked about this, so we never bothered to explain it deliberately. Therefore, Frederick had no idea about Jessica’s true identity. At this time, my good friend came to see me. After learning about Frederick and Jessica’s affair, she cursed angrily for a long time: “Those two are really something. You were only abroad for one Christmas, and Frederick got together with Jessica. Not only that, but Chester, whom you worked so hard to bring into this world, is now following his bastard father and calling another woman mother.” I sat on the sofa without saying a word. I quietly reflected on what had gone wrong that made my son Chester despise me so much. On the coffee table lay the private investigator’s findings, which I pieced together into a complete story. A month after I arrived abroad, Frederick began occasionally mentioning Jessica: “Jessica’s pretty great. Though we don’t usually spend much time together, after learning about your injury, she’s been visiting Chester frequently.” I would occasionally see photos on Jessica’s social media of her taking Chester to amusement parks. However, her captions were perfectly appropriate: [Charlotte is injured and can’t take care of Chester. I can only help them out more.] Yet this supposedly caring Jessica never once asked about how my recovery was progressing. Initially, Frederick’s attitude toward Jessica wasn’t particularly close, but it wasn’t distant either. He simply maintained basic courtesy, genuinely grateful for her concern for Chester. Jessica, on the other hand, was very patient, caring for them every day. Until one day, after the three of them spent a day at an amusement park, Jessica, who had come to our house to put Chester to bed, didn’t leave that night. From that day forward, Frederick never visited me abroad again. He kept making excuses to brush me off: “Charlotte, the company’s projects are all moving forward right now, I really don’t have time. I’m thinking of you. I need to help you watch over the company so you don’t worry. I’m really exhausted. Can’t you feel sorry for me? Stop throwing tantrums all the time.” But what he didn’t know was that as soon as I could walk again, I had secretly returned once. I witnessed Frederick putting on a spectacular fireworks show for Jessica on the rooftop terrace that dazzled the entire city. The brilliant fireworks filled the sky, telling the story of their deep love. Even having crossed the lines of humanity and morality, he was still incredibly happy. Frederick’s smile was full of happiness and sweetness, more blinding than the fireworks themselves. I dragged my weak body onto the return flight, curled up in the spacious leather seat, enduring unbearable pain. I even thought about how much better it would have been if I had just died that day in the mudslide. That way, I wouldn’t have had to watch my lover and son both ruthlessly betray me. Jessica posted on social media and interacted with several lifestyle and relationship bloggers that both she and I followed, flaunting her victory to me. Looking at the photo of the three of them snuggled together in the ocean aquarium’s tunnel corridor, I realized they looked just like a happy family of three.

Something came back to me. On the night I had Frederick leave the company, Chester called me on video chat for the first time in ages. His sharp, childish voice pierced through my ears the moment I answered: “Charlotte, you’re just a cripple. My classmates saw you on the news and they’re all making fun of me. Why did you come back? I only want Jessica Scott to be my mom.” I was pouring water at the time. In that instant, I froze. Water overflowed from the glass, dripping onto the back of my hand. Startled, my hand jerked and the glass crashed to the floor. Water droplets splashed all over my injured leg, but I felt nothing. Staring at the child on screen who was still viciously cursing his mother, I stood there in shock. From the moment Chester was born, I’d been deeply involved in everything concerning him, even caring for him personally. He used to look at me with the wonder of someone seeing the whole world, sweetly calling me “Mommy.” But in that moment, the sacred word “Mommy” completely crumbled in my heart. I just couldn’t understand how, after just one Christmas, Chester had become like this—just like his selfish, cold father. Chester was the sole heir of the next generation in the Scott family, so I’d always placed high hopes on him. I feared that when we were all gone, with no one to support him, he’d be manipulated by others because he couldn’t control such a large enterprise. So I did my best to nurture him, holding him to strict standards, sending him to the best schools, having him learn as many skills as possible. Parents who love their children plan many things for them. But perhaps it was precisely because of this that my strictness left a deep impression on Chester’s young mind. To him, I was the bad guy, and living with me made him feel miserable. But Jessica was different. She indulged Chester’s behavior, constantly trying to please him, letting him enjoy life however he wanted. The playful photos Jessica posted on social media painted a picture of freedom and joy that no child could resist. I suddenly remembered that when I was abroad, I’d once called to ask Chester how his homework was going. He smugly told me: “You’re crippled now, so you can’t control me anymore.” I was furious and wanted to teach him a lesson about basic manners and decency. But Frederick said to me: “He’s still young, he can throw tantrums. Charlotte, don’t be unreasonable. We’re already stressed and tired enough at home.” After hearing his words, my tears kept falling onto the white hospital blanket. I’d never complained about the dozens of reconstructive surgeries, the tens of thousands of rehabilitation sessions, or the suffocating pain that reached deep into my bones. I just hoped I could get better quickly and return to the people I loved most. But now… I sighed and looked at the family photo in front of me again, my heart aching. After that, I threw all my energy into work. I reorganized all the company’s projects, completely eliminating everything related to Frederick. Several employees who’d been bought off by Frederick came to complain to me, saying I was too cold-hearted, cutting so many projects right after returning. Looking at the report that had just come from the finance department, I realized the loss statements Frederick had covered up showed he’d harbored ill intentions for a long time. I gave everyone two choices. The first was that as long as they properly handed over their current work, I’d arrange for them to join new project teams. The second was to take generous compensation and leave with Frederick, and I wouldn’t shortchange them a single penny.

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My college roommate Eliza Jones was pregnant with Edward Paterson’s child and spent all day bragging about it in our dorm. “I’m carrying Edward’s baby. Once I give birth to him, I’ll definitely become part of the Paterson family.” Out of Christmas spirit, I urged Eliza to get an abortion. “Edward has severe paranoia and antisocial personality disorder. No woman who gets involved with him ends up well. Have you forgotten about that girl who accidentally fell from the building? Stop messing with him.” Hearing there could be life-threatening danger, Eliza reluctantly had the abortion. Later, when Edward announced his pregnant girlfriend, Eliza stormed into our dorm. “Edward and his girlfriend are deeply in love. How could she possibly be in danger? It’s all your fault for making me abort Edward’s child and causing me to miss my chance to marry him.” Just as I was about to send Eliza a photo full of blood and violence, she slit my carotid artery with a knife. I collapsed in a pool of blood and died unwillingly. Actually, if you looked carefully at that photo, you would have discovered that the woman in it was Edward’s girlfriend. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to when Eliza was bragging about being pregnant with Edward’s child. I decided not to persuade her anymore and to respect her choice. ***** “I’m pregnant with Edward’s child. I can marry him and become rich.” Eliza came out of the bathroom holding a pregnancy test. “Sophie Stewart, will Edward accept me and the baby in my belly?” I could still faintly feel the pain in my neck. In my previous life, Eliza was obsessed with romance novels and always fantasized about marrying a rich man through having his child. So she schemed to get pregnant with Edward’s child, and Edward came from Washington’s most powerful family—the Paterson family. I hurriedly urged her to get an abortion, feeling she couldn’t keep this child. Although the Paterson family was Washington’s most powerful family, Edward had severe paranoia and antisocial personality disorder, with a dark and terrifying personality. Around him, everyone could be in danger at any moment. Not long ago, a girl had relations with Edward. The next day, he tortured that girl terribly. In the end, the girl accidentally fell from a building and died. Because the Paterson family funded the school and was a major shareholder, the principal didn’t dare offend Edward and privately settled the matter with money. Eliza turned pale with fear and soon had the abortion. “Sophie, thank you for telling me all this. If Edward knew I had schemed against him and even gotten pregnant with his child, I would definitely die horribly.” She was very scared and woke up from nightmares for several days. Until one day, Edward publicly announced his relationship with our roommate Olivia Watson in front of all the students. Olivia leaned against him, stroking her belly and saying, “I’m already one month pregnant. Thank you all for your blessings.” Edward doted on Olivia immensely. “I fell in love with Olivia the moment I first saw her. After graduation, I’ll marry her and make her the lady of the Paterson family.” From that day on, Eliza began to hate me. Later, Olivia disappeared. I saw her photo in a group chat. She had been tortured terribly and was lying in a pool of blood. Just as I was about to send the photo to Eliza, she slit my carotid artery with a knife. She said, “Edward and Olivia are deeply in love. How could Olivia possibly be in danger? It’s all your fault for making me abort Edward’s child and causing me to miss my chance to marry him.” I died unwillingly. Eliza and our other roommate Lily Bell testified to our teacher Bonnie Scott that I had committed suicide due to excessive stress from graduate school entrance exams, and the two of them successfully became graduate students at our school. Thinking of this, I suppressed the anger and hatred in my heart. “There are no parents in this world who don’t love their children. You’ll definitely be accepted.” Hearing my words, Eliza was very pleased. I sneered coldly, thinking to myself, “Go ahead and stay pregnant. In this life, I want to see if you can actually marry Edward through your child.”

Edward’s birthday was just three days away. To attend this party, Eliza made thorough preparations. She firmly believed she was the female lead in a novel, and Edward was the domineering CEO who would fall in love with her at first sight. But in real life, how many Cinderella stories actually exist? Eliza bought many expensive dresses online, but none of them fit. She complained angrily, “These sizes are all wrong! Have all these women’s clothing sellers lost their conscience?” I picked up the clothes and looked at them, realizing it wasn’t a sizing issue—she simply shouldn’t have bought this size. Eliza usually wore XL, but to show off her figure, she deliberately bought size L. So she couldn’t fit into any of these clothes at all. Eliza was extremely anxious: “What should I do? I spent all my money on clothes. There’s definitely no time to return and rebuy now.” I rolled my eyes, thinking: “You always return items within seven days for no reason. Now the platform has restricted your account, so returns can’t get instant refunds. Serves you right!” Then Eliza thought of me, gripping my hand tightly: “Sophie, you make good money writing scripts. Lend me some money. Once I become Edward’s woman the day after tomorrow, I’ll pay you back double. No, a hundred times over!” In my previous life, Eliza constantly borrowed money from me—I even paid for her abortion procedure. But when I asked her to pay me back, she said: “Sophie, you’re the one who told me to get the abortion, so of course you should pay for it. We’re best friends, yet you keep bringing up money—I’m so disappointed in you.” With Eliza and Lily as witnesses, I became the person who was stingy with friends, and all our classmates looked down on me. No matter how I explained, even showing evidence of Eliza’s borrowing, my classmates thought I was making excuses. I had to work part-time jobs to support myself, eating only instant noodles and drinking water every day. As a result, I fainted during an important exam a month later and missed out on my dream company. This time, Eliza wouldn’t get a single penny from me. I put on a troubled expression: “Eliza, I actually want to borrow money from you. I still owe several thousand dollars to online lending platforms. I hope after you get together with Edward, you can help me pay it off.” Eliza was stunned and said with dissatisfaction: “Sophie, even though we’re good friends, you can’t ask for my money just because I’m Edward’s future wife.” Then she thought of something and said: “Since you’ve already borrowed money, why don’t you download a few more loan apps and get me some cash? I’ll pay you back once Edward gives me money. How about it?” Her words were absolutely shameless—I’d never seen anyone so brazenly shameless. But I still held back and said: “Sure. But Edward really cares about face. If he finds out you have a friend drowning in massive debt, don’t blame me for ruining your relationship.” In my previous life, Eliza always fantasized about marrying a rich man, so she worked hard to maintain her innocent and kind persona. Now she was just one step away from achieving her dream, so naturally she didn’t want any stains on her image. I pretended to scroll through my phone: “Actually, borrowing tens of thousands would be enough to buy a dress.” Eliza quickly snatched my phone away: “I was just joking with you! I’ll get the loan myself. If Edward can’t find out about my loan, I’ll use the money he gives me to pay it back. If he does find out, I’ll say I had no choice but to borrow for tuition—he’ll definitely understand.” After that, Eliza took out loans on various apps. I took the opportunity to flatter her a bit and got her to pay back all the money she owed me.

Eliza had borrowed a total of two hundred thousand dollars. She spent fifty thousand on a form-fitting dress and another fifty thousand to buy an invitation to Edward’s party from someone else. Back in the dorm, she admired herself in the mirror wearing this expensive dress. As soon as Olivia walked into the dorm, she burst out laughing and said mockingly, “Some people have such terrible figures and no sense of style, yet they still think rich men will notice them. Even if you’re pregnant with someone else’s child and looking for a man to help raise it, you should know your place. Edward is surrounded by beautiful women—why would he want just anyone?” Eliza sneered, “Olivia, you’re just jealous of me. I know you like Edward too. I’ve already done a paternity test—my child is Edward’s. What can you do about it?” Olivia’s face turned pale with anger, and she ran out of the dorm. Eliza asked me somewhat insecurely, “Sophie, does this dress really look that bad on me?” Although Eliza was quite heavy, she had a small chest. This dress clearly exposed the fact that her belly was bigger than her bust. Plus, her hips sagged severely—she really wasn’t suited for form-fitting dresses. In my previous life, Eliza often asked me questions like this. Once when we went out for part-time work, she insisted on wearing a bodycon dress for her interview. I tried to persuade her for a long time before she reluctantly changed into an A-line skirt. She failed the interview but blamed me for it: “Sophie, you’re just jealous of me, so you made me change clothes and caused me to fail the interview.” No matter how I explained, she wouldn’t listen. After I successfully got the job and started working, she came to my company to cause a scene. A few days later, I was fired. Then Eliza said smugly, “That’s what you get for scheming against me. If I can’t get the job, you shouldn’t be able to work either.” Just like that, I lost a job that paid seven thousand dollars a month. Later, I asked the interviewer about the real reason Eliza didn’t pass the interview. It actually had nothing to do with the clothes—it was because she lacked the skills. This time, I absolutely wouldn’t interfere with any of her choices. I said exaggeratedly on purpose, “Since you chose it, this dress must perfectly match Edward’s taste. I think Olivia is just jealous of you.” Eliza snorted coldly, her expression softening slightly: “You’re right. Too bad she’ll never get close to Edward in this lifetime.” I was somewhat puzzled: “I’ve never heard about you and Edward before. How did you end up pregnant with his child?” Eliza turned her head away, her eyes evasive: “Don’t worry about that. Anyway, I’m carrying Edward’s child.” Whatever the case, it had nothing to do with me, and I didn’t want to ask anymore. Over the next few days, Eliza kept preparing, constantly doing skincare and makeup, while I was busy updating my resume and contacting companies I was interested in. Soon, Edward’s birthday arrived. Edward held two parties—one hosted by the Paterson family and another he hosted personally. We were attending the one he hosted personally. Before going in, I put on a mask and hat. Eliza was somewhat displeased: “Why are you wearing a mask and hat? People will think you’re a thief.” I placated her: “Since I’m here to meet my good friend’s boyfriend, there’s no need to dress too conspicuously. The less Edward notices me, the better.” Eliza was very satisfied with my answer: “You’re smart. You’re destined to be a lower-class person anyway—some people aren’t for you to covet.” I sneered inwardly, thinking: “Yeah, I’m lower-class. But how long can you maintain being upper-class?” She limped into the castle in high heels, immediately showing a greedy expression: “Sophie, this place is so big and beautiful. When I become the lady of this house, I’ll definitely hire you as my housekeeper so you can also experience the taste of wealth.”

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The summer after the SAT exams, my sister Nora Fisher and I went to the employment agency together to look for summer jobs. I chose the promotional model position that required working under the blazing sun, and was eventually discovered by a major company. I quickly rose to fame and entered the entertainment industry as a top-tier actress. Meanwhile, Nora, who chose the easier billiards instructor job to avoid the heat, was sweet-talked and deceived by thugs at the pool hall. She got pregnant before marriage and became a full-time housewife without even attending college. Jealous of my success, Nora hired an assassin to attack me when I returned home to visit our parents. The criminal raped and murdered me, then fled with my life insurance payout. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day we chose our summer jobs. She immediately chose the promotional model position without hesitation. I knew Nora had been reborn too. But what she didn’t know was that the company routinely used hidden cameras to send women to sleep with veteran Hollywood producers, profiting from massive breach-of-contract fees. ***** “I want to be a promotional model.” The moment Nora finished speaking, the room fell silent. Seeing her determined expression, I realized she had also been reborn. In my previous life, when Nora and I went looking for summer jobs together, she refused to do the promotional modeling that required standing under the scorching sun, choosing instead to be a billiards instructor where she could stay indoors with air conditioning. As a result, I was discovered by a major company and became famous in the entertainment industry, while Nora was sweet-talked into bed by thugs, got pregnant before marriage, and became a full-time housewife. Consumed by jealousy, she hired someone to rape and murder me, taking my insurance compensation. My body was dumped in a back alley, torn apart by stray dogs, reeking and attracting swarms of flies and mosquitoes. My mother Maria Davis suddenly stood up after hearing Nora’s words, her eyes blazing with anger. “Nora!” she said. “You’d be better suited as a billiards instructor. Haven’t you always loved playing pool? This part-time job would be perfect for your hobby.” Perhaps mindful of my presence, she couldn’t directly say that promotional modeling was hard work. Maria nudged my arm. “Charlotte, I think you’re more suited for promotional modeling. You’re older than Nora and have a fuller figure – you’d definitely look good in those outfits.” She was indirectly calling me old and fat. I silently watched this mother who pretended to care about me while clearly favoring Nora, putting on an act of agreeing. Nora panicked and immediately spoke faster, afraid I would compete with her for the job. “No way, promotional modeling is so exhausting – having to wear formal dresses in the heat to advertise for those street-side shops. Let me do it instead. Charlotte can be the billiards instructor – it’ll be easier for her.” Because her reborn self knew that promotional modeling offered a chance to enter the entertainment industry, she eagerly signed the contract. Nora even forced me to sign as well. Maria slapped me across the face and scolded, “Charlotte, Nora gave you the easier billiards instructor job, and you don’t appreciate her at all! You’re so selfish!” She lovingly stroked Nora, who was hiding in her arms, while ordering me around. As the employment agency staff left with the contracts, I noticed the smug smile on Nora’s face. She whispered to me, “This time, I’ll be the top entertainment industry star.” But Nora didn’t know that the so-called modeling company was just a shell corporation. They used hidden cameras to send women to sleep with veteran Hollywood producers, profiting from massive breach-of-contract penalties. The next day, I grabbed my pool cue and prepared to leave at dawn, while she slept in until late morning. My phone suddenly vibrated with a text from her. 【Let me remind you, the customers at the pool hall are all thugs and lowlifes. Only the pool hall owner has any real money.】 【If you get involved with him, that pool hall could be yours.】

Seeing this message, I understood why she married that thug and had his child in my previous life. As soon as I stepped into the pool hall, a pungent smell of smoke and heavy alcohol hit me. I frowned and grabbed a pool cue, slamming it hard on the floor. “This is a pool hall, not a bar or smoking lounge. If you’re not here to play pool, leave immediately!” The owner Kyle Hill had a cigarette dangling from his mouth, eyeing me lecherously as he reached out to put his arm around my waist. “Well, well, little beauty. You just turned eighteen, didn’t you? If you stick with me, this pool hall could be yours…” I coldly twisted his arm. Kyle screamed in pain: “Let go, you bitch! Since you came to the pool hall, why are you acting all innocent! Summer workers come here just to make money, don’t they? “You could make money as a hooker, so what are you doing here as a pool instructor?” I sneered and slapped him across the face, then grabbed a pool ball and shoved it in his mouth. “I’m here to work, not to prostitute myself. If you want to hire prostitutes, I’ll call the cops!” I insisted on taking this summer job for two reasons: first, I was studying sports and planned to apply for pool-related college programs; second, I needed this money to break free from my family. Maria clearly favored Nora, otherwise she wouldn’t have encouraged me to do the grueling promotional modeling work in my previous life. Kyle tried to struggle and resist, but I held him firmly. He had no choice but to beg for mercy: “I’m sorry, please spare me! I’ll make them all leave right now!” After the crowd dispersed, I keenly sensed that this group was the same bunch Nora had bribed in my previous life. Kyle was forced to clean up under my watch. He had just finished cleaning the store when Nora walked in wearing an elegant dress. She had exquisite makeup and covered her nose as she approached me. “Charlotte, how did you get yourself so dirty?” Nora looked around and seemed disappointed to find that the group of people who had been gathered there was gone. But she quickly started showing off her new clothes: “The company people said I’m young, pretty, and have a good figure, so they’re planning to arrange for me to work at a major shopping mall. “I can make five hundred dollars in just two hours. Your job only pays two hundred dollars a day, right?” Sure enough, that modeling company was still the same as before. They’d start with high wages, then gradually reduce the compensation. Kyle said angrily: “What do you mean? Looking down on us? If it weren’t for poor publicity, my place would be packed with customers!” Nora said disdainfully: “People who play pool have no ambition.” Kyle retorted: “Nonsense! What makes you think you’re so capable? With your poor figure, modeling companies are full of beauties – you’ll definitely need cosmetic surgery!” Before she could say anything else, I threw the broom right at her feet. Nora couldn’t dodge in time and fell heavily to the ground. She clutched her dress awkwardly and said viciously: “You’ll both regret this!” I stood to the side holding a pool cue, watching Kyle smoke one cigarette after another. After some brief conversation, I discovered that he actually did want to run the pool hall well, but was struggling with low visibility and consequently lacked customers.

I had a sudden inspiration and said to Kyle, “Want to make some money?” “What? You planning to be my little mistress?” Kyle asked with a grin, cigarette dangling from his lips. I replied angrily, “No way! I mean, we’re surrounded by five-star hotels. You could partner with them for promotions.” He paused for a moment, then instantly understood what I meant. The next day, we printed a thick stack of flyers with various promotional offers: 【Luxury Hotel and Billiards at Kyle’s present a special package deal: Spend $100 on lunch and get two hours of free pool!】 【Hotel guests staying more than two days get 20% off pool games!】 【Billiards at Kyle’s welcomes both beginners and pros. Sink all balls in one shot or clear the table in one turn – it’s on the house!】 【Couples can enjoy photo services with instant prints to capture beautiful memories of your love!】 ***** I joined the pool hall operation as a partner. Under my guidance, Kyle established partnerships with the surrounding five-star hotels and designed a special photo area in the hall. The pool hall was packed with customers. Whether beginners, pros, or couples, everyone flocked in. Through selling drinks, charging for photos, and renting pool tables, we made $30,000 in pure profit in just a few days. Just as I was preparing to expand further, Nora showed up with Maria. She shouted, “Charlotte, what the hell are you doing? You’ve stolen all the mall customers, and now the company won’t give me any gigs!” The truth was she just didn’t want to do promotions for small shops because she thought it was beneath her. I watched her sweating profusely while leisurely sipping my drink. “What does that have to do with me? I’m just an employee. Good business isn’t my responsibility – you’re just too picky.” Nora flew into a rage and lunged at me, but I pushed her away. Seeing this, Maria pointed at me and cursed, “Shameless! Nora can’t make money and you’re here gloating. You need to go with her to beg the company boss and use your salary as a bribe!” “I’m not going,” I replied coldly. They rushed at me, trying to fight. I glanced at the security camera’s position and deliberately took a slap before covering my face and shouting pitifully, “Mom, you’re so unfair! Nora can take easy commercial gigs but won’t take small jobs, yet you want to use my salary for bribes!” I pretended to sob dramatically and gave Kyle a meaningful look. He immediately drew a crowd of onlookers who helped me condemn Maria for favoring Nora. The spectators all criticized them, making Nora feel embarrassed. She had wanted Maria to help, but it backfired completely. As they left in humiliation, I deliberately took a photo of Nora’s retreating figure and posted it directly on social media. Many people started discussing the incident: 【Their mother favors Nora and actually wants to steal Charlotte’s salary.】 【Sisters at war – Nora lashes out at Charlotte for not focusing on work.】 【Where is Billiards at Kyle’s?】 ***** I cleverly seized the opportunity, using Nora and Maria’s bullying incident to promote the pool hall. The pool hall was packed with reporters and curious crowds. I had Kyle take advantage of the moment to rent the vacant shop next door. In less than half a month, I had already earned $50,000 through profit-sharing. Maria faked illness to call me home and snatched my phone, trying to delete the videos. But netizens were very interested in this story, and all information about her was exposed online. It turned out she owed $100,000 in gambling debts and had partnered with employment agencies to send Nora and me out to work, taking kickbacks in the process. If I hadn’t secretly partnered with Kyle to open the branch, all my money would probably have been stolen by Maria by now. When Nora returned, she was wearing sexy clothes with heavy makeup. She flaunted her bracelet and said arrogantly, “Charlotte, you’re back. You tried to smear me online, but I have excellent qualifications. The company told me an agent has already taken interest and is ready to sign me. “I’ll go to New York for three months of training first. Once I break into the entertainment industry, I’ll have my fans cyberbully you!”

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My roommate Sophia Johnson found a cheap plastic surgery clinic online for her crush Christopher Harrington, planning to get cosmetic surgery during the break. I was worried it was an illegal medical facility and patiently tried to talk her out of it. Later, Sophia took my advice and gave up her plastic surgery plan. But when school started again, Christopher actually confessed to me. Sophia blamed me for deliberately stopping her from getting surgery so I could steal her crush. She got the other roommates to gang up on me, and later when we were arguing on the rooftop, she accidentally pushed me off the building. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn, back to the day Sophia was planning to get plastic surgery. ***** When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying on my dorm bed. I was reborn! Sophia was shaking my arm, holding her phone in front of me. “Amelia, do you think I should get plastic surgery? Christopher said he only cares about looks. This clinic has a student discount – minor procedures for just $500.” Seeing me still in a daze, Sophia got anxious. “I’m talking to you. Don’t you consider me a friend at all?” Her words sent a chill down my spine. In my past life, I cared about her too much as a friend. She said she wanted to get plastic surgery during summer break because Christopher liked beautiful women. But her family wasn’t well-off and couldn’t afford surgery at a proper hospital, so she found a cheap clinic online. I thought it seemed sketchy and spent the whole night trying to talk her out of it. I told her that doctors at these small clinics might not have licenses, and that someone who truly loved her would accept all of her. I urged her to focus on reading and improving her abilities instead. Finally, Sophia was convinced by me and chose to spend the summer reading and enriching herself. But right after the new semester started, Christopher confessed to me. Even though I rejected him, she was still convinced that I deliberately stopped her from getting surgery to steal Christopher away. So she got the other roommates to bully me together, not only locking me out but also spreading rumors about me. Later, when I couldn’t take it anymore and we were arguing on the rooftop, she pushed me off the building. Thinking about this, the hatred in my heart couldn’t be suppressed. I looked at the anxious Sophia and said calmly, “Of course I consider you a friend. This clinic looks pretty good – if you want to go, you should try it.” Sophia frowned at me. “Amelia, didn’t you always oppose me getting plastic surgery before? Why are you suddenly supporting me?” I said calmly, “I was too narrow-minded before. Since you want to become beautiful, I shouldn’t oppose it. All guys like pretty girls.” Sophia’s expression became determined. “You’re right. I’ll make an appointment right now and get the surgery as soon as break starts.” Watching the excited Sophia, I sneered coldly. If I remembered correctly, that shady clinic would have problems soon. The doctors there didn’t have licenses and used inferior drugs. Plus, not long after the clinic opened, the doctor fled because of a medical malpractice incident. I was really looking forward to seeing the results of her plastic surgery.

The holidays were approaching fast, so I quickly packed my bags and headed home. In my past life, after I died, my parents’ mental health deteriorated from overwhelming grief. So this time, I was determined to spend quality time with them. No one in this world would ever love me more than my parents. I’d only been home for a week when Sophia called. Her voice sounded frantic: “Amelia, can you lend me some money? The doctor said if I get chin surgery, I’ll definitely become a total knockout. But I don’t have enough cash. Could you spot me some? I’ll pay you back as soon as I get money.” Sophia was always spending my money. She used to constantly ask me to grab her food, never paying me back. I considered her a friend, so I didn’t mind these little things. But I never realized she didn’t see me as a friend at all. I deliberately put on a troubled expression and said, “Sophia, I don’t have any money either. My mom’s even talking about making me get a job to pay for tuition. How about you pay me back what you already owe me first?” The moment I asked for my money back, Sophia got defensive: “I only had you grab food for me a few times. You’re being so petty. And here I thought we were friends!” I patiently replied, “I only got you food because I thought we were friends too. Now that I’m broke, you should pay me back.” Sophia got irritated and hung up on me. If she wouldn’t even pay back this small amount, there was no way I’d lend her more money. Soon after, Sophia posted on Instagram: [Now I can see who my real friends are. Anyone who won’t help me now shouldn’t expect my help later.] My other roommate Megan Smith replied: [From now on, us three will be the real friends.] Another roommate commented: [Exactly, we’re the true friends here.] I knew they were taking shots at me. So I posted my own update: [Maybe pay back what you already owe before asking for more loans.] Three minutes later, Sophia deleted her post. After a few more days at home, I couldn’t sit still anymore. I’d always wanted to apply for graduate school, but in my past life, I never got the chance before Sophia got me killed. This time, I was determined to make my dream come true. When my parents learned about my plans, they were completely supportive and told me to focus on studying. While I was studying, Sophia’s social media went quiet for a long time. Just before the semester started, she began posting photos like crazy on Instagram—fancy restaurant meals one day, beach vacation shots the next. Anyone who knew Sophia could tell she’d gotten plastic surgery. She’d had her eyes done and gotten chin fillers. I figured she’d been recovering from the procedures during her silence. Tons of people were gushing in the comments: [How did Sophia get so gorgeous?] [Where did Sophia go this time? She’s such a beauty.] Even Christopher, surprisingly, liked her photos. Sophia was over the moon, playing coy in her replies: [Maybe it’s because I stayed home for a month and got a tan.] I snorted. Judging by these photos, her spending during this period must have been astronomical. I knew Sophia’s family situation well. Her parents were ordinary people with another kid to support—they couldn’t possibly fund this kind of lifestyle. I had no idea where her money was coming from, and frankly, I didn’t care. But I knew she’d eventually pay the price for her actions.

School was starting soon. I was packing my things in the dorm when Sophia came back. She had changed dramatically since I’d last seen her. She wore a mini skirt and high heels, and even had sunglasses on indoors. Seeing me stare at her, Sophia disdainfully removed her sunglasses. Under the lights, the traces of her plastic surgery were still obvious—no wonder she kept the sunglasses on even inside. “What are you looking at? You think just because you wouldn’t lend me money, I had no other options? Amelia, don’t be so full of yourself.” I said helplessly, “Since you’re so wealthy now, how about paying back what you owe me first? I’m broke, remember.” Megan stepped in front of Sophia and said, “Amelia, it’s just a little money. Aren’t you embarrassed asking for it every day?” I replied, “Why don’t you pay it back for her then? Since you’re such good friends, that small amount shouldn’t matter to you, right?” Megan fell silent. Sophia said irritably, “You’re really petty. Fine, I’ll give you the money right now, and after this we’re done with each other.” She handed me $200. After getting my money back, I didn’t want to deal with her anymore. I decided to apply for a room change with the housing office in a couple of days. Sophia started trying on clothes in front of the mirror, constantly asking Megan for her opinion. Megan teased, “Why are you dressing up so pretty tonight? Going on a date?” Sophia deliberately raised her voice, speaking toward me, “Yeah, Christopher asked me to dinner. He even made reservations at my favorite sushi place. Which outfit do you think I should wear?” Christopher was Sophia’s longtime crush—from a wealthy family, but he only liked beautiful women. Sophia had gotten plastic surgery specifically for him. Megan said excitedly, “Oh my God! Christopher asked you out? You have to seize this opportunity! You’ll be rich after this!” Sophia said smugly, “Once I become his girlfriend, his family’s money will be mine. I’ll get you some cushy job where you collect a paycheck without working. And if he has other rich friends, I’ll introduce you to them too. People who cross me never end up well.” I looked up and said, “Remember to keep your sunglasses on during the date—don’t want to scare Christopher.” Just as Sophia was about to explode, her phone rang. She immediately answered sweetly, “Okay, I’ll be right down.” After hanging up, she glared at me viciously. “Amelia, don’t think you’re so great just because you have money! Once Christopher and I are together, I’ll make sure you can’t stay here anymore!” With that, Sophia stormed out. Watching her leave, I could only find it amusing. Christopher was a playboy who would never marry Sophia. I’d always known this and had tried to warn Sophia in my previous life. Even when Christopher had confessed to me, I’d clearly rejected him. I knew he’d never change his ways. But Sophia thought I was deliberately trying to stop her from getting surgery so I could seduce Christopher myself. Now she’d gotten her wish and was dating Christopher, but I’d seen her face without the sunglasses. Her wounds had healed poorly. The clinic that had done her surgery had already shut down. I wondered: “Would Christopher, who’s always cared so much about appearances, continue pursuing her once he sees that face?”

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My usually calm and intelligent fiancé Xavier Harris actually fell in love with street thug Zoe Harlow. For her, he tore up our engagement agreement, refused all financial support from his family, and even dropped out of school to start a business. Xavier said Zoe was different, like a little sun that illuminated his dark life. In contrast, he thought I was rigid and boring, unable to do anything except help him study. Years passed, and I thought he had finally found himself and gained the freedom he’d always dreamed of. But when he saw me again, he grabbed my sleeve tightly, tears streaming down his face as he said he regretted everything. ***** I never imagined reuniting with Xavier would be so awkward. In the stinking fish market, vendors’ shouts rose and fell, deafeningly loud. Xavier stood helplessly in the murky puddles, watching Zoe beside him haggle with a fish vendor. “How about three dollars? Why does dead fish cost two dollars a pound? Throw in a small fish for me—it looks really fresh.” The fish vendor rolled his eyes and waved impatiently. “Stop haggling! I’m already losing money—how could I possibly give you free fish? Lady, you’re being ridiculous.” Xavier, who had lived a pampered life since childhood, had never faced such humiliation. His face flushed red with embarrassment as he wanted to turn and leave, but Zoe grabbed him. “Help me out here! We haven’t had fish in ages—don’t you want some? With that face of yours, if you sweet-talk him a bit, the boss might give us a fish.” Zoe looked excited, but Xavier just stood there, unable to say a word. Finally, Zoe glared at him and helplessly continued haggling with the vendor. The fish vendor had probably never encountered such shameless customers and was dizzy with anger. “Fine, take it! Get out of here and stop interfering with my business!” He contemptuously handed them the fish and waved them away. Zoe immediately beamed, took the fish and secretly tucked it into her jacket pocket, then grabbed an onion on her way out. She looked smugly at Xavier and said, “How’s that? Pretty impressive, right? I got you a feast without spending a dime!” Xavier ignored her, turning to gaze at the Maybach in the distance. Through the crowd, he locked eyes with me. Xavier pressed his lips together, clutching the plastic bag tightly, tears welling in his eyes. I pushed open the car door and walked slowly toward them, as calm as if I were looking at strangers. The moment Zoe saw me, thinking I was there to steal her man, she immediately became unreasonable. She arrogantly put her hands on her hips, looking fierce. “Let me tell you, this is my territory! Believe it or not, I’ll get people to beat you up right now? You better get lost. If you really want to fight me, I’m not afraid of you.” I ignored this crazy woman, just glanced at the mortified Xavier and said coldly, “What a shame.” This completely enraged Zoe, who rolled up her sleeves and lunged forward to grab my hair. But before she could touch me, the surrounding vendors swarmed forward to separate her, and the shoving nearly caused a stampede. “Oh my, you’re finally here! Let’s continue discussing the market acquisition!” “It’s too fishy here—how about my pork stall? I’ll grind you fresh coffee!” “Who are you people? How dare you block our boss’s path? Get lost!” Surrounded by everyone, I left without looking back, never sparing them another glance from start to finish.

I don’t know what Xavier will think when he sees me again, but I truly feel sorry for him. Five years ago, Xavier was still the golden boy at our school—academically excellent and widely admired. Moreover, his relationship with Zoe began because of me. Zoe was a notorious troublemaker who smoked, drank, and got into fights at school. However, what really made her famous was her calculated bullying campaign against me. During my junior year, my father had me transfer to Xavier’s school so I could build relationships with his business partners’ children. Despite my typically well-behaved nature, rumors suddenly spread that I was working as a hostess. After extensive investigation, my father discovered that Zoe was behind it all. Her reason for targeting me was simple—she resented the wealthy and didn’t want a rich girl like me to be happy. Xavier’s father wanted to use this opportunity to bring us together, so he sent Xavier to handle the situation. Unexpectedly, after a month passed, not only did the rumors about me fail to die down, but the two of them started dating instead. They would openly hold hands and kiss in the cafeteria, on the playground, and in the library. They even flirted publicly in class, convincing our homeroom teacher to seat them together. This naturally infuriated both Xavier’s and my parents, who held a banquet to make their position clear. However, Xavier’s attitude was surprisingly resolute. He publicly proposed to Zoe and insisted on breaking off our engagement. With tears streaming down his face, Xavier made an impassioned speech about how he had never experienced true happiness, how his life had always been constrained, and his future predetermined. Only Zoe made him feel different, giving him unprecedented freedom. He was hopelessly in love with Zoe. He said that although Zoe was poor, she possessed an ambition beyond ordinary people’s imagination. He was willing to give up everything he had to endure hardships with her. Xavier’s mother nearly fainted from anger, and his father flew into a rage. “Under no circumstances can you break off your engagement with Vivian! She’s the woman most suitable for you—you’re just bewitched! Guards! Lock Xavier up! No one is allowed to let him out without my permission!” At that moment, Zoe stepped forward, positioning herself in front of Xavier. “You don’t understand what Xavier wants at all! You can’t give him the love he needs, and you have no idea how much pressure he’s under. Xavier clearly doesn’t love Vivian, but you’re forcing him anyway. I’m sick of these wealthy family games! I may be poor, but I’m kind and honest, with qualities that Vivian lacks, yet you’re all blind to it!” Her words left everyone speechless. These business elites who dominated the corporate world had never expected to be lectured by a young girl. Zoe became increasingly emotional and finally broke down in tears, which deeply worried Xavier. “Vivian, stop pestering me from now on. Let’s leave each other with some dignity.” As soon as Xavier finished speaking, everyone’s eyes turned to me. At that moment, even I began to doubt whether I had really been pestering him. But in my memory, that charming young man had always been gentle with me. We had been engaged since childhood, and our families were very close, so we were naturally intimate. During my adolescent years, I did fantasize about marrying him someday. However, I had never done anything inappropriate. Even when we were alone together, we would just focus on our studies—we had never even held hands.

I’m a conservative girl, yet Zoe slandered me as a bar hostess. I’ve always been reasonable, but Xavier claimed I kept pestering him. Not being good with words, I found myself at a loss and could only look to Xavier’s parents for help. Xavier’s father had always doted on me, and now he was absolutely furious with Zoe. “I will never approve of you two being together! How can Zoe even compare to Vivian? She’s nothing but a shrew! Vivian is a true lady from a distinguished family—they’re in completely different leagues! You’d better open your eyes and see clearly!” Xavier’s gaze lingered on me for a second before he let out a cold laugh, grabbed Zoe’s hand, and said with contempt: “In my eyes, Vivian is nothing compared to Zoe.” My face instantly flushed red. I couldn’t understand what I had done wrong to deserve such humiliation. Those words kept echoing in my mind—I was nothing compared to Zoe. My parents couldn’t take it anymore. Unable to bear seeing me suffer such indignity, they announced on the spot that the engagement was off. Zoe stood in the center of the guests, chin held high, delivering her speech: “You’re all hypocrites who care about nothing but money. You’ve never experienced what true love really is! I love Xavier deeply, and I respect him. I can give him the life he wants! What does material wealth matter? Spiritual fulfillment is true happiness!” At that moment, Xavier looked at her as if he were a believer worshipping the Statue of Liberty, but all the guests present frowned. Xavier’s mother covered her forehead, her voice so weak she seemed ready to faint at any moment: “Xavier, if you dare leave with this woman today, don’t ever come home again! You’d better think this through! Your father and I are still young—we can always have another heir. Without our support, what can you possibly accomplish?” Everyone fell silent. Xavier clearly hadn’t expected his mother to be so resolute and was speechless for a long time. Zoe straightened her back and said defiantly: “Money isn’t everything to us. Don’t be so full of yourselves! Besides, Xavier is incredibly talented—he’ll definitely succeed on his own! You’d better not come crawling to us in a few years!” Her attitude seemed to give Xavier more courage. He stepped forward and declared loudly to everyone: “I’m willing to take responsibility for my choice today. For Zoe’s sake, I can cut ties with the Harris family! From now on, I don’t need a penny from you. I’ll act as if I never had parents like you. I take responsibility for every word I’ve said today, and I have no regrets!” With that, he took Zoe’s hand and bid farewell to his parents. Then the two smiled at each other and, like protagonists in a novel, ran hand in hand out the door in the evening twilight. Even when Xavier’s mother collapsed on the spot, he never looked back once. They were willing to fight the whole world for their so-called earth-shattering love. In their eyes, we were nothing but vulgar villains. That day, I was utterly humiliated at the banquet, but Zoe still wasn’t willing to let me go. She had no interest in studying—her mind was completely occupied with how to slander me. Soon, rumors about me began spreading. Some said I had stripped naked and thrown myself at Xavier in bed, only for him to mock me as nothing but a piece of pork.

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My husband Gideon Lucas said that after his older brother Bruce Lucas died, he couldn’t bear to see Bruce’s wife Maggie Lucas living as a widow. He volunteered to take care of her and her daughter, adopting Jane and treating her like his own flesh and blood. However, later on, just because our daughter Ruth Lucas scored 2 points higher than Jane on an exam, Gideon mercilessly threw her into the gladiator arena. I knelt on the ground, begging him to spare Ruth, crying as I told him, “She won’t survive in a place like that!” But he said coldly, “Doesn’t she love competing? Then I’ll let her fight to her heart’s content.” Later, while I held Ruth’s mangled body in the arena, sobbing over her torn flesh, Gideon was hosting Jane’s coming-of-age ceremony. By chance, I overheard a conversation between Gideon and Maggie. “When Christmas forced you to marry Bruce, who was terminally ill, it was truly unfair to you.” “Now that he’s finally dead, you can finally become my wife openly.” In that moment, I realized this had all been a long-planned scheme. The only person Gideon had ever loved was Maggie, so he never could and never would love Ruth and me. The truth pierced my heart like a blade, leaving me barely able to breathe. Since I was unwanted, leaving would be the best choice. Gideon said, “Don’t worry, no matter how outstanding Ruth is, only Jane can inherit the Lucas family fortune. So what if Jane isn’t my biological daughter? As long as she’s your child, I’ll treat her as my own.” I watched from afar as they embraced emotionally, my mind buzzing and going completely blank. Before I could even recover from the pain of Ruth’s death, this sudden revelation dealt me another fatal blow. I thought, “If you never loved me, why did you marry me in the first place? Why did you have Ruth with me?” Just then, Gideon finally noticed me standing nearby. He released Maggie’s hand and said coldly, “Jane is your niece. Do I really need to send someone to beg you to attend her coming-of-age ceremony? If you didn’t want to come, fine, but since you’re here, don’t look so miserable.” His face was full of undisguised impatience. Just two hours earlier, I had finally found Ruth in the arena. She lay on the blood-stained sand, her clothes in tatters, her body covered with countless claw marks, her death utterly gruesome. In that moment, my breathing stopped, and I nearly fainted on the spot. Ruth had such a bright future ahead of her, yet because of one word from Gideon, she was ruthlessly thrown into the arena to fend for herself, ultimately meeting her death there. Fighting back my grief, I carried her body to the crematorium. But before I could even collect her ashes, a car suddenly stopped in front of me, and several burly men forcibly dragged me into the vehicle. One of them said, “Today is Miss Jane Lucas’s coming-of-age ceremony. Mr. Lucas has ordered that you must attend!” No matter how I struggled or cried, I was forcibly brought to Jane’s coming-of-age celebration. Looking up at the joyful scene, it stabbed at my eyes like needles. Images of Ruth’s gruesome death flooded my mind, and grief and rage broke through all my defenses. I rushed forward, questioning Gideon through my tears, “Why couldn’t Ruth have a proper coming-of-age ceremony like her? She even spent her birthday in the arena! Ruth was your biological daughter!” He just sneered mockingly, “You have the nerve to bring her up? All she did was compete with Jane day and night. Sending her to the arena perfectly satisfied her wishes, didn’t it?”

“She’s so desperate to prove herself and inherit the Lucas family fortune—you must be the one pulling her strings behind the scenes!” But he knew perfectly well that Ruth had never fought for anything. The so-called “competition” was simply because Ruth had scored a few points higher than Jane on an exam. That was completely normal—Ruth had done nothing wrong! Gideon’s self-righteous words left me speechless. Seeing this, Maggie flashed a triumphant smile while pretending to mediate: “Gideon, don’t be angry. Today is Jane’s coming-of-age ceremony, after all. Ruth has been sent to the arena for so long—Violet probably just misses her.” I despised Maggie’s fake sympathy most of all. Over the years, she’d been having an affair with Gideon right in our home, and I knew it. I’d chosen to turn a blind eye, unwilling to face the truth. No wonder after Bruce’s death from illness, Gideon had been so eager to offer his care for them. The only person he’d ever loved was Maggie. Years ago, his parents had disapproved of their marriage because of Maggie’s poor background. So he’d been forced to marry me instead, someone from a better family. But he never gave up—he orchestrated Maggie’s marriage to Bruce, who was terminally ill. After our wedding, all his tenderness toward me had been an act, just to keep me stable and maintain his plan. Now that Bruce was gone, he’d gotten what he wanted and didn’t hesitate to abandon Ruth and me. Hearing Maggie’s consolation, his expression softened slightly. He said, “Fine, since today is Jane’s coming-of-age ceremony, for her sake, I’ll have Ruth brought back from the arena.” Those words stirred a complex mix of emotions in my heart. After a long moment, I finally managed to calm down enough to speak slowly: “Ruth is already dead.” I’d expected Gideon to be shocked and moved by this news. Instead, a flash of viciousness crossed his eyes, and he suddenly kicked me hard in the chest. He snarled viciously: “Today is Jane’s coming-of-age ceremony, and you dare say Ruth is dead! Don’t think you two can manipulate me with your sob story—I won’t fall for it! Ruth’s behavior is all because you, her mother, corrupted her!” I crashed heavily to the ground, the world spinning around me as dizziness overwhelmed me. He turned and commanded the butler nearby: “Robert Baker, go to the arena right now and bring Ruth back! Today she must apologize to Jane at her coming-of-age ceremony alongside her mother!” Robert looked troubled and hesitated: “This… I heard she was severely injured at the arena a few days ago. Forcing her to return now might be inappropriate…” Gideon’s expression stiffened for a moment, but quickly returned to its previous coldness. He said, “Ha! Isn’t she supposed to be such a great fighter? Hasn’t she always wanted to compete with Jane? How is it that she’s injured now? Regardless, she must return today to apologize to Jane!” Faced with his unquestionable attitude, Robert could only nod helplessly and hurry off toward the arena. After he left, Gideon snorted disdainfully: “Ruth is so weak—how could she possibly be worthy of inheriting the Lucas family legacy?” As he spoke, his gaze fell on Jane in the distance, his eyes filled with indulgence and tenderness. He said, “So I’ve decided that from now on, all of the Lucas family assets will be inherited by Jane! This is my coming-of-age gift to you—do you like it?” I slowly pulled myself up from the ground, looking at Gideon with nothing but disappointment in my eyes. He’d finally announced what he’d been most eager to declare. However, the guests below all changed their expressions. “But Mr. Lucas, Jane is your brother’s child—how can she inherit your assets and the company you built from scratch?”

“Your only biological child is Ruth, isn’t it?” Hearing this, Gideon didn’t get angry. He naturally wrapped his arm around Maggie’s waist and gently took Jane’s hand, his tone indifferent: “So what? At least now, Maggie is my wife, and Jane is naturally my biological daughter too.” This scene was like a sharp knife stabbing straight into my heart. What a picture-perfect happy family. Gideon glanced down at his watch and muttered to himself: “Looking at the time, I’m afraid we won’t be able to bring Ruth back today. In that case, why don’t we do something exciting to celebrate Jane coming of age?” He snapped his fingers, and the large screen in front of us suddenly lit up. On the screen appeared Ruth’s frail figure, desperately fleeing while a massive bear pursued her relentlessly. I recognized it immediately—that was the arena where Ruth was held. He said: “This is a video about Ruth sent from the arena. I’ve never watched it before. How about we use this video as our wager today and see whether Ruth wins or that giant bear wins?” I could hardly believe what I was hearing. Yet his excited expression and the scene of people around us excitedly placing bets made it all too real. He was actually treating his biological daughter’s tragic ordeal in the arena as a gambling game! This wasn’t just Ruth’s nightmare—it was a wound in my heart that would never heal! Rage and grief instantly overwhelmed me, my body trembling violently, my heart aching to the point of suffocation. On screen, Ruth ran frantically like a madwoman while the giant bear followed close behind. Finally, it pounced, its claws instantly carving a deep, bloody gash across her body. She cried out in agony, constantly pleading with the people outside the arena: “Please tell my dad I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. Can you please let me go? I’m so scared!” However, her desperate pleas for mercy didn’t earn her an ounce of pity, but instead brought even more brutal attacks. Gideon raised an eyebrow slightly and sneered: “Oh? She finally knows she was wrong? No, she needs to kneel before Jane and apologize in person before I might fully forgive her.” My whole body trembled—I couldn’t bear to watch, yet couldn’t look away. Every scene felt like it was carving out my heart. I squeezed my eyes shut, but those images continued to rage wildly in my mind as tears poured out uncontrollably. Ruth had done nothing wrong, yet could only struggle for survival like an ant in the arena, ultimately powerless to resist, walking toward death. I couldn’t bear to see her trampled upon even after death, so I staggered toward Gideon and Jane, my legs giving out as I collapsed to the ground. With trembling hands reaching toward him, I pleaded: “Stop this, please let her go! If someone needs to apologize, I’ll do it for her. If you want me to kowtow, I’m willing.” With that, I slammed my forehead hard against the ground, mechanically repeating the kowtowing motion. All of this was just to let Ruth have some peace. However, he merely glanced at me coldly, then gently patted Jane’s shoulder: “Don’t mind her, let’s keep watching.” Seeing Gideon’s utterly cold expression, the love I had for him in my heart instantly turned to nothing. I wanted nothing more than to rush forward and tear him to pieces, to make him taste this bone-piercing agony too! Finally, when Ruth lay on the ground barely breathing, the arena staff reluctantly stepped forward to call a stop. Disappointed sighs immediately arose from the crowd below. After the video finished playing, Gideon said mockingly: “How boring!

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Christmas 1980, Isabelle Marshall and I went to a matchmaking event together. She chose soldier Finley Simpson, and I chose farmer Jackson Smith. As it turned out, Finley died in service shortly after marrying her, while Jackson became a successful livestock farmer who bought cars and houses. Two Christmases later, Isabelle was caught cheating and kicked out of the Simpson house by Finley’s mother, Florence Simpson, forcing her to return to the Marshall family. When I was giving birth, Isabelle came to see me. When I wasn’t paying attention, she stabbed me with scissors and said viciously, “Why should an adopted daughter like you live better than me?” When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at Christmas 1980. After this matchmaking event, Isabelle insisted on marrying farmer Jackson. I knew she had been reborn too. I secretly laughed to myself, thinking that with her taking my place to suffer at the Smith house, I could marry into the Simpson family and enjoy a comfortable life. After returning from the matchmaking event, Isabelle rushed in and announced, “Mom, I want to marry Jackson, the farmer.” My adoptive mother Sienna Marshall was shocked, her face turning pale as she shouted at her angrily. Since I was present, Sienna couldn’t speak plainly, but from her expression, she clearly disagreed with Isabelle’s choice of Jackson. Isabelle continued, “Mom, Harper has suffered so much in our family all these Christmases and has given too much to this household. Now is our chance to repay Harper. Let’s give Harper the opportunity to marry into the Simpson family and enjoy a good life—consider it the Marshall family’s way of repaying Harper.”

“Are you certain you want to refuse treatment?” In the examination room, the white ceiling reflected the setting sun’s rays, the glare so intense that Jeanette Palme could barely keep her eyes open. Clutching her stomach cancer diagnosis report, she replied with calm composure: “Yes, I’m certain.” The doctor, bound by professional duty, continued his persuasion: “Although your cancer is in the intermediate to advanced stage, the condition hasn’t spiraled out of control yet. You’re still young, and with aggressive treatment, while we can’t achieve a complete cure, we could at least extend your life.” She smiled softly: “Thank you for your kindness, but I’ve already made my decision to accept this outcome.” Her meaning was crystal clear—she had decided to wait for death. The doctor was about to say more when Jeanette’s phone rang. The voice on the other end was urgent, coming through clearly despite the old phone: “Jeanette, we have a crisis! There’s a problem with the company project! The new data needs Mr. Myers’ approval, but we can’t reach his work number…” Today marked the one-week anniversary of Wiley Myers and his fiancée Sally Gallagher. They should be enjoying a candlelit dinner on the top floor of the Marriott Hotel right now, taking in the night view. Jeanette said quietly: “I understand. I’ll handle it now.” After hanging up, she politely bid farewell to the doctor. As she closed the door, she heard the doctor’s sigh: “You’re still young—you should cherish life. Is work really more important than your life?” Jeanette paused for a moment. For her, living was agony; death would be liberation. Jeanette skillfully dialed Wiley’s private number. After ringing for a long time, Sally’s shrill voice came through. Sally made no effort to hide her disgust: “Calling my fiancé this late, Ms. Palmer—don’t you have any shame? Don’t you have any sense at all? Don’t you know what day this is?” Jeanette didn’t respond, simply explaining calmly: “There’s a problem with the company project that requires Mr. Myers’ personal confirmation. Both the secretarial department and project department are waiting for his directive.” The phone finally returned to Wiley’s hands. His voice was ice-cold, devoid of emotion: “Go to the office, get my work computer, and bring it to the Marriott Hotel.” However, when she arrived at the hotel, Jeanette was blocked at the entrance. The security guard said sternly: “Sorry, Ms. Palmer. Mr. Myers and Ms. Gallagher are enjoying their private time and don’t wish to be disturbed. Please wait outside.” The winter wind was bone-chilling, making Jeanette shiver. She said politely: “Please deliver the computer to Mr. Myers.” The guard remained expressionless: “Something this important, you’d better hand it to him personally.” Jeanette understood the implication in the guard’s words. She remembered that Vivian Myers had also died on a cold winter night. This was Wiley’s way of tormenting her, making her relive the pain of that night. Jeanette didn’t argue. She waited from evening until deep into the night. The howling north wind that had raged all day finally stopped, and in the quiet night, heavy snow began falling like goose feathers. Soon, the entire city was blanketed in white, and snow accumulated on her as well. Jeanette was frozen numb, nearly losing all sensation in her hands and feet. Yet her cheeks and forehead burned with fever, her head spinning. She thought she would wait until dawn. In her dazed state, the hotel’s glass doors revolved, and Wiley emerged with a dark expression. His tall figure loomed over her. Compared to Jeanette’s disheveled state, he remained impeccably clean and composed, still proud and aloof. Jeanette trembled as she handed over the computer: “Mr. Myers, please review this.” He sneered coldly, suddenly grabbing her wrist, veins bulging on the back of his hand: “Jeanette, how does this bone-chilling cold feel?” Her expression remained unchanged: “This is what I deserve.” As soon as she finished speaking, Jeanette suddenly felt dizzy and lightheaded. She abruptly lost her strength, swaying unsteadily. Wiley released her hand in disgust, causing Jeanette to fall heavily to the ground. Jeanette felt her stomach churning violently.

“Vivian, don’t go edit those photos! Don’t take that road!” Jeanette jolted awake from her nightmare, tears having already soaked her hair and pillow. She gasped for air, her heart racing as she struggled to calm down. The sharp smell of disinfectant filled the hospital room. Seeing the white ceiling above, Jeanette felt momentarily disoriented. As she looked around, her gaze met Rock Edwards’ beautiful eyes. Rock was Jeanette’s college classmate who had harbored feelings for her for four years. After she went abroad to study, they lost touch. A few months ago, Jeanette ran into him at a business dinner. She had been blackout drunk that night, practically retching bile. It was through Wiley’s cold mockery that Rock learned about all the grievances between them. Jeanette later realized that before losing consciousness, she had accidentally dialed Rock’s number when her finger brushed against her contacts. She said somewhat awkwardly, “Sorry for causing you trouble again.” Rock’s expression was grave. As a doctor at this hospital, his colleagues had already informed him of Jeanette’s condition. His eyes reddened. “Jeanette, you can’t keep putting off treatment! Do you realize what you’re doing? I heard you want to give up treatment?” Jeanette nodded. Though tear stains remained on her face, she smiled with a sense of relief. “Rock, Vivian must be thinking of me. If I die, it’ll be better for everyone.” That way, she could finally escape from her suffering. Rock lost his composure. “It’s Wiley forcing you, isn’t it? He’s making you give up treatment?” “That’s not how it is, Jeanette! Not everyone doesn’t care about you—at least I want you to live.” After speaking, he turned and walked away, his steps frantic and unsteady. “I’m going to find my professor right now to arrange the best treatment plan for you. You still have a chance…” Jeanette gently caught Rock’s hand. “Rock, it’s my own choice not to pursue treatment.” The thought of her diagnosis made Rock’s heart ache unbearably. “But your condition will only get worse! Why give up on life? I’ll help you quit your job right now!” Jeanette gave him a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry, I won’t deliberately seek death. I just want to let nature take its course. Rock, please let me follow my heart.” Jeanette knew Rock genuinely cared for her, but she only wanted to complete her atonement to Vivian in her final days and peacefully bid farewell to this world. She also didn’t want the cost of chemotherapy to become Rock’s burden. Rock fell silent. He understood that Jeanette’s desperate determination to stay at Myers Group was both Wiley’s revenge against her and her only way to atone for Vivian. Moreover, once she made a decision, she never changed her mind. With a heavy expression, Rock left the hospital room. Jeanette removed her IV drip. She had an important business dinner tonight. Her phone was already full of missed calls from Wiley. When Jeanette hurried to the venue, the drinking session had just begun. Over the years, she had accompanied Wiley and secured many projects for Myers Group. Her alcohol tolerance had even surpassed Wiley’s, though her body had unknowingly deteriorated. As Jeanette pushed open the private room door, no one seemed surprised to see her. What she hadn’t expected was Sally’s presence. Sally was nestled beside Wiley, who was patiently serving food onto her plate. Someone said, “Ms. Palmer, such an important project proposal, and you’re actually half an hour late!” Another person chimed in, “I heard Ms. Palmer has quite the drinking capacity. Since you’re late, we’ll have to see it for ourselves today, won’t we?” “Perfect timing—I’ve got plenty of good liquor stored up. Let’s have the waiters bring it all out so we can witness Ms. Palmer’s prowess!” “Ms. Palmer should down a few penalty drinks to make things right, don’t you think?” Facing these provocations, Wiley remained coldly detached, his expression indifferent. Someone brought up Wiley: “Ms. Palmer is Mr. Myers’ secretary. Why don’t we let Mr. Myers decide how many drinks she should be penalized?” Wiley smiled coldly and said casually, “I don’t care. She can drink as much as she’s able.” “Excellent! Mr. Myers is so generous!” Jeanette looked at the dozen or so people around the table, some with excitement gleaming in their eyes. She didn’t refuse, picking up the glass and downing it in one gulp. The same motion repeated over a dozen times. Despite the burning pain in her stomach and cold sweat beading on her forehead, Jeanette gritted her teeth and endured it all. When she finished the last glass, a bald man wrapped his arm around her waist. Jeanette panicked, her body losing strength as the glass slipped from her hand and shattered on the floor. She bent down to pick up the pieces, cutting her hand on the shards as blood began to flow. Jeanette forced a professional smile: “Sorry, I’m so clumsy. I’ve ruined your mood.” The man snorted coldly. Wiley suddenly stood up with a dark expression, perhaps worried that her behavior might affect the deal, his jaw clenched tight: “Jeanette, go outside and pull yourself together!” “Yes, sir.” Jeanette left respectfully. Once in the restroom, Jeanette gripped the sink and began vomiting violently. Bright red blood spread before her eyes. She numbly turned on the faucet, cupping water in her hands and splashing it on her face. The cold water brought some clarity to her foggy consciousness. As Jeanette turned to leave, she ran straight into Sally. Sally glared at Jeanette with jealousy and slapped her across the face: “What are you playing at, acting all pitiful? You usually drink just fine, don’t you? Having Wiley shield you from the drinks – are you feeling pretty smug about that? Don’t think I don’t know about your past with Wiley. Stop dreaming! You’re the one who indirectly killed Vivian, you murderer. The Myers family will never forgive you! Stop having unrealistic fantasies! Wiley and I are getting married soon.” Jeanette’s head throbbed painfully. She smiled with resignation: “Congratulations to both of you.” She lowered her head, her tone gentle: “Miss Gallagher, don’t worry. I have no fantasies whatsoever. I stopped caring for Mr. Myers long ago.” She felt she didn’t deserve to care for him. “I only stay by Mr. Myers’ side to repay my debt.” Because of one photograph, Vivian had lost her life. Jeanette felt she would carry this guilt forever, until the day she died. Sally’s gaze shifted past Jeanette as she called out sweetly: “Wiley, why did you come out?” Wiley had heard who knows how much of their conversation. Jeanette could feel the icy fury radiating from him. But before she could speak, whether from the alcohol clouding her mind or her body shutting down, she could barely stand. As she fell, Jeanette instinctively reached for Sally to steady herself, accidentally breaking the necklace around her neck. The pearls scattered across the white floor with crisp sounds, snapping Jeanette back to awareness. Sally screamed, saying to Wiley with grievance: “That was our engagement gift!” Wiley comforted her gently: “It’s okay, we have others.” Then he looked coldly at Jeanette: “Not a single pearl can be missing. Pick them all up. If even one is missing, you’re not leaving tonight.” He wrapped his arm around Sally’s waist: “You said you weren’t feeling well. Let me have someone take you home first.” Jeanette watched them embrace and leave, feeling somewhat dazed. She thought to herself: “They’re such a perfect match.” Once upon a time, Wiley had treated her with that same tenderness. She got down on her hands and knees, picking up the pearls one by one. High heels and dress shoes passed by her, but not a single person stopped to help. One server said excitedly: “I’m so envious of Mr. Myers and Miss Gallagher’s relationship – they’re such a perfect match!” Another server replied: “Absolutely! Mr. Myers becomes so gentle around Miss Gallagher.” Jeanette thought to herself: “How wonderful. After I die, everyone will be free. Then Wiley won’t be trapped by hatred anymore either. He’ll have a new life and new love.” Jeanette weakly finished collecting all the pearls. After returning to the private room, Wiley wouldn’t let her leave. His business dinner wasn’t over yet. He was worried that Jeanette’s presence would dampen everyone’s mood, so he didn’t allow her to continue drinking, but he required her to drive him home. By the time the dinner ended, it was already late at night. Wiley had consumed a lot of alcohol and reeked of liquor. Neither of them spoke during the entire ride. Jeanette drove Wiley to his usual residence at Pinewood Estate. She helped him lie down and was preparing to quietly leave when he suddenly grabbed her wrist tightly. Wiley’s eyes snapped open, his gaze blurred with intoxication. He pinned Jeanette beneath him and whispered, “Jan…” That familiar, tender nickname made Jeanette’s body tremble. But the next second, Wiley spoke with pure hatred: “I hate you so much, you know that?” His burning kisses fell upon Jeanette. She used all her strength but couldn’t push him away. “You said you don’t love me anymore? That staying by my side is just to pay off your debt?” He bit down on Jeanette’s shoulder, the metallic taste of blood spreading in his mouth. “But can you ever truly pay off that debt? That was a living person! That was my sister!” The hatred in his eyes was sharp as a blade. “Jeanette, why don’t you just die already?” His tears dripped onto Jeanette’s hand. Jeanette gently touched the corner of Wiley’s eye and said softly, “That day is coming soon.” But Wiley didn’t hear her, collapsing sideways in his drunken stupor. Jeanette thought to herself: “Even in his dreams, he wishes for my death. Wiley, you’ll get your wish very soon.”

Jeanette had a fever. She couldn’t tell if it was caused by the tumor or from walking too far alone that night at Pinewood Estate when she couldn’t get a ride. Her entire body ached as if her bones had been crushed. Jeanette knew that without treatment, combined with drinking and overexertion, her condition was deteriorating. In her daze, she received a call from Wiley, his tone clearly displeased: “Jeanette, what time is it? Why aren’t you at work yet? Can you afford to cover any losses to the company?” Jeanette suppressed the tremor in her voice: “Mr. Myers, is there something important scheduled?” “Sally is sick. You need to accompany her for her IV treatment.” As Wiley’s assistant, Jeanette worked through Christmas without rest, handling all the company’s affairs big and small. But accompanying Sally for IV treatment wasn’t part of her job description, especially when she was in such physical pain. After hesitating for a moment, she said: “Mr. Myers, someone else could handle this. I already submitted a leave request to HR this morning.” Wiley let out a cold laugh: “I’m not approving it.” Jeanette said: “But I…” Wiley cut her off: “Jeanette, get this straight—you don’t have the right to negotiate with me. You need to be at the hospital within thirty minutes.” With that, he hung up decisively, as if certain Jeanette would comply. Because she had promised to use her life to compensate the Myers family. Wiley had said back then that letting her die would be too easy for her. She had long lost the right to choose. Jeanette forced herself up, hastily swallowed a few painkillers, and headed out. In the IV room, Sally said contemptuously: “If Wiley hadn’t had a last-minute meeting and couldn’t accompany me, I wouldn’t want to see you! Looking at your face makes me sick!” Suddenly remembering the accidentally damaged necklace, Sally’s face twisted into a malicious smile: “I suddenly want chocolate cookies, apple pie, and artisan coffee. Go buy them.” Jeanette said calmly: “My job is to watch your IV.” The IV room door was pushed open as Wiley strode in: “My assistant is Sally’s assistant. Whatever she tells you to do, you do it.” The items Sally wanted were scattered across different corners of the city, far apart and located in narrow alleys. This was clearly harassment, but Wiley was enabling her. Jeanette left silently. She managed to buy everything in under an hour, but Sally disgustedly threw them in the trash, sneering: “Sorry, these are too cheap and killed my appetite. I also want funnel cake from that bakery two blocks away, but they close at eleven-thirty.” Sally glanced at her watch: “Ten minutes, two blocks away—that shouldn’t be a problem for you, right?” Jeanette had no energy left to run. Standing there, she felt troubled. Wiley said coldly: “Go now.” The winter wind was bone-chillingly cold, making even breathing painful. Jeanette ran desperately, but the road seemed endless. Her steps grew weaker and weaker. Warm blood poured from her nose, the bright red staining her shirt. No matter how much Jeanette wiped, she couldn’t clean it off. Her throat was filled with the metallic taste of blood, and it seemed unstoppable. She could only call Rock for help. Rock asked anxiously: “Jeanette, where are you?” Everything before Jeanette’s eyes suddenly twisted and blurred. She collapsed heavily to the ground, taking one last look at the sky, thinking: “Maybe this is my farewell to this world. Can I finally go be with Vivian?” At the hospital, time ticked by. Sally’s IV was almost finished, but Jeanette still hadn’t returned. Sally watched Wiley’s increasingly dark expression and tentatively said: “Could Ms. Palmer have gotten angry and just left?” Wiley frowned: “She wouldn’t dare.” But an inexplicable unease was rising in his chest.

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