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I’ve been married to my husband for five Christmases now. After being away on business for half a Christmas, my husband Frank Roberts brought his first love, Sarah Jensen, back home. Sarah was already more than three months pregnant. Frank said her life was difficult and wanted her to stay at our house temporarily. I refused. But Frank accused me of being unreasonable. He spoke to me with disgust in his voice, seemingly forgetting that this mansion belonged to me before our marriage. His family had been spending my money all along. This time, I decided to cancel all living allowances for them. I smiled as I called my assistant, saying, “Draft divorce papers immediately. He actually dared to bring his mistress home openly.” Knowing Frank was returning today, I had arranged all the gifts I’d bought for him from various places over the past half-Christmas early in the morning, and instructed our housekeeper Janet Hall to prepare a lavish meal. At that moment, the front door opened. Frank appeared before my eyes with his arm around his first love. I was utterly stunned. Sarah walked toward me with a smile, gently caressing her belly as she greeted me: “Zoey, long time no see.” Fury burned within me as I stared at her slightly swollen abdomen. Sarah seemed to notice my change in mood and quickly came to my side, taking my hand and saying, “Zoey, please don’t get upset. This is all my fault. Don’t blame Frank.” Sarah’s simple statement left me speechless. I hadn’t asked anything yet, but Sarah had already confessed everything. Frank stood nearby, intently watching my expression, poised to rush over and protect Sarah at any moment. I clenched my fists and glared at Frank, asking, “Aren’t you going to explain yourself?” He sighed, took Sarah’s hand, and said softly, “Let me show you to a room first. I’ll handle all this.” Frank’s gentle tone surprised me. In our five Christmases of marriage, Frank had never spoken to me with such tenderness. Under my watchful gaze, he carefully helped Sarah upstairs. The driver brought in three suitcases. Sarah was evidently planning to settle in permanently. Though she appeared even healthier than me, Frank was protecting her with extraordinary care. I sat on the sofa, waiting for Frank to give me an explanation. Just as I was about to rush upstairs after hearing the laughter from above, the doorbell rang. With a sudden interruption, Frank’s parents pushed the door open with displeasure, ignored me completely, and hurried upstairs. I followed them up. Frank held their hands and said sincerely, “I didn’t mean to hide this from you. Sarah’s progesterone levels were unstable in the early stages. I was afraid something might happen to her. “I hope you understand. Sarah and I love each other. The baby in her belly is your grandchild after all. Please don’t blame her.” I reflected on our five Christmases of marriage—whenever I disagreed with his mother Alyssa Davis, he would say she was getting old and ask me to be more understanding of her, never once taking my side. I always thought that was just his personality, until today when I saw him defending Sarah at every turn, I realized I had misunderstood all along. Sarah held Alyssa’s hand and added, “I didn’t intentionally try to ruin Frank’s marriage. We truly love each other. I hope you can understand.” Alyssa’s expression softened as she looked at me standing in the doorway. I knew she was hesitating. For five Christmases, I had given her a monthly allowance. She knew Sarah wasn’t nearly as wealthy as I was. I was deeply disappointed. Frank, as my husband, didn’t inform me about this beforehand, but instead humiliated me in front of everyone. His treatment of me deeply wounded my self-esteem. Seeing everyone’s silence, Sarah suddenly began to sob. She said, “The child in my womb is innocent, and I will give birth to him no matter what. “You can say whatever you want about me, but I hope my child won’t be harmed.” Sarah looked pitiful as tears streamed down her face. Frank tenderly wiped away her tears with his thumb, his face contorted with concern as he said with displeasure, “Mom, answer her quickly. Pregnant women need to maintain emotional stability.” Frank’s parents had been pressuring us to have children immediately after our wedding. Because I never got pregnant, they had been complaining behind my back. I knew all about it. Frank’s father, Brian Roberts, who had been silent until now, said, “After all, Sarah is carrying a descendant of the Roberts family. Let’s all be patient for these few months.” Hearing his words, everyone looked at me. They stood together in solidarity. I felt like I was the outsider. I let out a cold laugh and said, “Doesn’t anyone want to ask for my opinion?” Seeing my displeasure, Frank angrily positioned himself in front of Sarah’s face and confronted me: “Zoey, what do you mean? “I’ve already told you everything to your face, what else do you want to know?” I couldn’t help but scoff. My husband had been away on business for half a Christmas, and upon his return, he brought me such a “wonderful surprise”—instead of explaining, he was blaming me. Seeing my silence, Sarah began to cry again, clutching Frank’s hand and sobbing, “Frank, Zoey is angry. I should leave.” Alyssa immediately responded with displeasure: “You’re carrying our grandchild. You can’t leave.” Frank glared at me and said, “You’ve scared Sarah. Apologize. “After all, Sarah is carrying my child. If you have any objections, you can only express them to me in private. I will not allow you to hurt her.” Sarah urgently held Frank’s hand and said, “No, Frank. I don’t want you to be upset either. It would break my heart.” Sarah’s brief statement touched Frank deeply. Brian and Alyssa nodded with approval, clearly satisfied with Sarah. I couldn’t take it anymore and turned to leave.

I locked myself in the master bedroom for the entire morning without coming out. The laughter from the living room was particularly grating. In the afternoon, Janet came in to tell me that Sarah had wanted to stay in my master bedroom, but Alyssa had stopped her. “She said that since you’re from the Moore family, they still need your help and can’t completely anger you. She also said…” Janet, who had grown up with me, knew my temperament, so she paused here to observe my expression. Seeing that I didn’t interrupt her, she continued, “She also said that you would pay for all her expenses after she gets pregnant. Since you can’t have children anyway, you might as well get involved and experience it.” I asked with displeasure, “Did they say anything else?” Janet added, “They said that since you don’t have children, all your assets will belong to this child in the future…” I couldn’t help but laugh. This family was truly devious. Although I was furious, I didn’t show it. I knew I needed to be patient. Janet asked me what to do next, and I smiled, telling her to carry on as usual. She brought me lunch. After eating, I sat by the bedroom window looking down. At that moment, Frank was taking Sarah out. Five years ago, around Christmas, I pleaded tearfully in front of my parents, Xavier Moore and Anne Mitchell, insisting on marrying Frank. By then, they already had someone in mind for me—the only son of the Brown family. The Brown family held a high position in Houston. Owen Brown and I had been neighbors since childhood. Xavier and Anne always liked him and often invited him to our house for dinner. But I had never been interested in Owen. After meeting Frank, I only loved him and refused to marry Owen. I always told my parents that I should decide my own marriage, saying that Owen surely didn’t like me either. But Xavier and Anne told me that if Owen wasn’t interested in me, he wouldn’t have gone out to dinner with me so many times. In truth, I didn’t care whether Owen was interested in me or not. The day I met Frank was at the club recruitment fair on the first day of college. We reached for the same registration form almost simultaneously. He apologized very politely and graciously gave me the form. That day, he wore a gray tracksuit, was very tall, and looked incredibly handsome when he smiled. Frank had beautiful hands. I liked them very much. That unexpected encounter made me memorize his phone number. After we parted, I added his contact information. I sent him a message. He replied without hesitation: “Miss Moore, I’ve heard so much about you.” From that day on, I unconsciously hoped to run into Frank on the street, and even tried desperately to join his club just to have more contact with him. I began to follow him. After we married, Frank proactively offered to help me manage the company, allowing me to live freely. I didn’t refuse him, believing that couples should strive together. Frank’s family background was quite ordinary. I thought that since he wanted to make a name for himself in business, I should help him. My parents and friends all advised me to be cautious. After all, before our marriage, Xavier and Anne had told me that Frank wasn’t marrying me purely out of love; he was interested in my family’s wealth. I said I didn’t care about those things, as long as he truly loved me. After we got married, Frank’s parents began living the good life. They quit their factory jobs and lived very comfortably on the monthly allowance Frank gave them. They also spread the word everywhere that Frank was now a CEO, causing many relatives of the Roberts family to come to Frank for help. Those relatives even asked Frank to arrange their children’s marriages, demanding that he help them choose prominent figures in Houston as spouses for their children. Regarding this situation, I wasn’t anxious. I thought my family had money, so helping them wouldn’t be a problem. Frank didn’t know that on the eve of our engagement, Owen had come to see me privately and given me a share transfer agreement. He wanted me to sign it. He said if one day my marriage wasn’t happy, he hoped I would have enough leverage to leave Frank. He also earnestly told me, “Besides having the support of the Moore family, you also have me. If he ever hurts you, I won’t let him get away with it!” I always believed in my judgment and trusted that Frank wouldn’t betray me. Looking back now, all the advice given to me was reasonable, but I had lost my rationality at the time. After our marriage, even though I complied with Frank in everything, he still had various complaints about me, criticizing me for not knowing how to do housework, having a bad temper, and not being as virtuous as the wives of his other friends. I loved him so much then that I would even change my habits for him. He wanted to see me whenever he came home, so I tried my best to wait for him at home and studied recipes to cook delicious meals for him. My friend Karen Clark said I had completely changed after marriage, saying she couldn’t believe that someone who loved shopping the most would be willing to change for a man. Frank’s parents were very satisfied with me. During our family gatherings, his relatives would praise me for being kind. Perhaps the only one in the family who was dissatisfied with me was Frank. I always thought I wasn’t doing well enough, but now I realize he was merely exploiting me for his own gain, without a shred of genuine love.

No one asked for my opinion before settling Sarah in my home. That evening, Sarah came to call me for dinner. After I refused her three times, she began crying outside my door. Her sobs grew louder, attracting Frank’s attention. She said, “Zoey seems to have a big problem with me. I invited her to dinner, but she yelled at me.” I opened the door irritably and stared at Sarah’s pitiful expression. Frank comforted her tenderly, “Don’t cry. I’ll handle this.” Sarah promptly pulled a hairpin from her pocket and offered it to me. “Zoey, I made this myself. Please accept it. Can we get along from now on?” I immediately cut her off, “Not possible. Stop putting on this act.” Sarah sadly buried her face in Frank’s chest. Frank was so angry he slapped me across the face. He said, “Zoey, I’ve already warned you. Sarah is pregnant and needs emotional stability. You heartless woman, are you trying to upset her to death?” Frank looked at me with such fury, as if I were some unforgivable criminal. His behavior destroyed any remaining affection I had for him. I rushed forward and slapped Frank twice with all my strength. Frank’s cheeks instantly swelled red. He said in disbelief, “Zoey, have you lost your mind? How dare you hit me!” Looking at my own swollen right hand, I laughed coldly, “You hit me first, so why are you angry now? I’m the heir to the Moore family fortune. Don’t think you can bully me.” Alyssa heard the commotion and hurried over to mediate, “Zoey, Frank was just momentarily upset. Please don’t be angry.” Seeing that I remained expressionless and silent, she quickly tugged at Frank’s sleeve and winked at him. This was the only time Frank ever hit me. I could tell he was somewhat nervous about it. But perhaps because Sarah was present, or perhaps due to male pride, Frank refused to apologize to me. “Frank!” Alyssa shouted. She knew that if we continued this standoff, Frank would be the one to lose. He said, “I admit I lost my temper just now, but if you had simply come down with Sarah for dinner, none of this would have happened.” His words weren’t an apology at all—he was blaming me. I was heartbroken and didn’t go down for dinner that night. I avoided them for the rest of the evening. Janet brought dinner up to my room. The next day, I slept until noon. When I saw them preparing for lunch, I walked out without looking back. My assistant informed me that everyone was gossiping about us since Frank had returned with a pregnant woman after a half-month business trip. Just half an hour after I left, I received a message from Frank. He asked me to bring back two boxes of strawberries for Sarah when I returned, and preferably some jewelry as an apology for upsetting her yesterday. I found his request ridiculous. I replied: [Buy them yourself.] Shortly after, Janet informed me that Sarah had eaten all the fruit Anne had just sent me, claiming it was good for her unborn child. I asked, “What did they say about it?” Janet angrily told me, “Frank and the others were delighted, saying she could have whatever she wanted.” Anne arranged for these fruit deliveries every three months specifically for me to ensure I got enough vitamins. But they had taken advantage of Anne’s kindness. Even the usually rational Alyssa tacitly approved of Sarah’s behavior. I refused to tolerate them any longer. Since they treated me this way, I had to strike back. I went directly to the company and called a meeting with the executives. After getting updated on recent developments, I reorganized the work assignments and notified all employees. I announced, “Effective immediately, I am returning to Moore Group. From today onward, Frank is forbidden from setting foot in Moore Group!”

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My cousin Amanda Morris seduced my fiancé Kevin Woodson for money. I, Katrina Jennings, upon learning this news, gave her five million dollars and wished her and Kevin a long-lasting relationship. Amanda thought I had lost my mind, but only I knew that once I got rid of Kevin, I could have the entire family fortune to myself. I took in Amanda after her family went bankrupt, never expecting she would seduce my fiancé. Amanda’s family was once wealthy; she spent money like water, loved shopping and frequenting bars. She could have continued living that way, but her family’s bankruptcy left her drowning in debt overnight. My mother, Helena Morris, took pity on her niece, helped pay off her family’s debts, and invited her to live with us. During this time, Amanda seduced Kevin. I’m not a fool—even though they tried to hide their affair, my feminine intuition told me something was wrong. I started paying attention to their interactions and soon discovered the truth. They often got intimate when I wasn’t around. After finding out, I didn’t get angry but pretended not to know. I wanted to see how these two had gotten together in the first place. Amanda was raised in a wealthy family, while Kevin was just squandering my family’s money. I couldn’t understand how they ended up together. My parents were abroad while I stayed in the country. Amanda and I lived together in the mansion, along with Kevin, who had been my betrothed since childhood. Actually, my original fiancé wasn’t him but his brother, Daniel Woodson. However, according to Helena, Daniel left the Woodson family at a young age, so I had to get engaged to Kevin instead. The Woodson family had already fallen from grace when I was little, but my parents weren’t the type to break promises for profit. To honor the older generation’s commitment, they never dissolved the engagement between our families. After college graduation, Kevin came to Seattle where I lived, and moved in with me under the pretext of having nowhere to stay. It was then that I saw him for who he truly was. He was good-looking with decent manners, highly educated with an impressive resume. Anyone seeing him driving a BMW and living in a mansion would think he was successful. In reality, even his college tuition was funded by my family, the BMW was a gift from my father, and the mansion was mine. Yet he loved showing these off. I remember once when he introduced me to his college friends, I discovered he had been portraying himself as a rich heir. Considering our engagement, I spared his pride and didn’t expose him. But I never imagined he would use this fake rich persona, created with my family’s money, to make Amanda believe he was the one with real wealth. Helena and Teddy Morris weren’t close. Teddy had always thought highly of himself and didn’t know the extent of my parents’ overseas businesses, so Amanda was unaware too. From my observation, Amanda seduced Kevin because she mistakenly believed I was wealthy because of him. After discovering their affair, I initially planned to pretend ignorance until I gathered enough evidence to break off the engagement with Kevin. However, they were so careless in hiding their disgraceful behavior that I caught them in the act. When I opened the door, I never expected that in less than ten minutes after I’d left, Amanda and Kevin would already be having sex. When I discovered this scene, they seemed so engrossed that I felt awkward interrupting. Only after I coughed twice did they realize my presence. Amanda and Kevin frantically covered themselves with clothes. I smiled awkwardly, thinking it was pointless for them to hide after I’d already seen everything. Before I could speak, Amanda burst into tears while Kevin panicked. “Katrina, Kevin and I are truly in love. I’m sorry, I…” Amanda said.

I ignored her words and instead watched Kevin’s reaction. I noticed he was staring at me intently, seemingly afraid of me. I smiled slightly and interrupted Amanda mid-sentence. “That’s enough.” I walked over to the two of them. Initially, I had planned to collect evidence to show my parents, to give them an explanation, but now it seemed unnecessary. I took out my phone and snapped a photo of the two of them. They realized I was taking a picture and hurriedly moved apart, but it was too late. I had already gotten what I wanted. Satisfied, I looked at the photo on my phone and sent it directly to my family’s group chat. This would definitely end the engagement. I felt happy, and even looking at those two disgusting people on the bed didn’t make me as angry anymore. I took a bank card from my purse and tossed it onto the bed. “There’s five million dollars in this card…” Before I could finish, Amanda interrupted me, crying. “Katrina, I will never leave Kevin. We love each other, we…” Listening to her, I was shocked. I never thought there were people in this world who truly didn’t care about money. Kevin quickly cut her off. “Katrina, let me explain…” “No need. There’s five million dollars in the card. Consider it a wedding gift. Whatever happens to you two from now on has nothing to do with me,” I said. After I spoke, Amanda looked at me in disbelief. She probably thought I’d lost my mind. Kevin had put on such a good act that anyone would think I was the one who married up. But Kevin’s expression wasn’t good. He knew very well that he was the parasite, but with Amanda present, Kevin wouldn’t try to sweet-talk me now for the sake of his meal ticket. This suited me perfectly. Now I had a solid reason to break off our engagement. “Katrina… you don’t need to do this. Five million dollars must be a lot even for you. Since it’s what Kevin has given you before, you should keep it.” Amanda’s triumphant smirk made my blood boil, but to reassure her further, I pretended to be indifferent and said with a hint of sadness: “All these years, I’ve been wholeheartedly devoted to Kevin. Even though it ends like this, take the five million dollars as my blessing to you both.” I put on a deeply wronged expression. My apparent vulnerability must have given Amanda, who was usually dependent on others, a sense of satisfaction. She actually went up and hugged Kevin. Kevin was displeased, I could tell. He neither wanted to lose Amanda, this gentle, dependent woman, nor me, his actual meal ticket. But since he accepted Amanda’s embrace, I felt there was no point in staying any longer, so I turned to leave. Even as I left, Amanda remained smug. She surely thought she’d struck gold, not knowing that everything Kevin had came from my family. I had been dreading being tied to Kevin for life, but Amanda had unexpectedly solved my problem. After leaving the villa, I felt exceptionally happy. Meanwhile, my family’s group chat was already filled with shocked messages. To make the charade complete, I’d let Kevin and Amanda stay in the villa for a few days. After the engagement was officially broken off, I would take back everything that belonged to me.

My parents are abroad with a time difference, so they probably haven’t seen my message in the family group chat yet. When they find out, they’ll definitely be furious. They thought so highly of Kevin, never imagining he would turn out to be such a scumbag. Sure enough, as soon as my parents saw the message, they immediately called me on video. After I explained the situation to them, Helena looked very displeased. After all, she was the one who suggested Amanda and I live together, and she never expected Amanda would hook up with my fiancé. I comforted Helena, and she seemed to feel a little better. As for my father, he always knew I wanted to break off the engagement with Kevin. In the past, he would have scolded me for the sake of the so-called friendship between our elders, but now that I had evidence, he couldn’t say much. He just told me he would terminate the engagement as soon as possible. I thought everything would go according to plan, but I didn’t expect Amanda would catch on. On the fifth day after I discovered their affair, Amanda showed up at my door. By then, I had already broken off my engagement with Kevin, but I hadn’t gone to reclaim the villa yet, just to let Amanda, the sucker who picked up after me, feel secure. Who knew Kevin would be so stupid that she would figure it out? When Amanda confronted me, she looked like she wanted to kill me, with fire in her eyes. “Katrina, you’re disgusting. To get rid of this gold digger, you pushed him onto me,” Amanda was seething with hatred. It made sense—whenever Kevin showed off his wealth to her while I was present, I never exposed him. It wasn’t to mislead her, but because Kevin was my fiancé, and I didn’t want to emasculate him. Who would have thought that foolish Amanda would go after him? I smiled faintly. I had already achieved my goal and didn’t want to say much to the person in front of me. “Amanda, you slept with my fiancé, and somehow that’s my fault?” Whether my words stung her or not, her face instantly darkened, and her next words were even more venomous. “Katrina! You bitch, dumping this gold digger on me. No way! I want compensation!” Hearing the seemingly innocent Amanda speak so crudely, I frowned in displeasure, particularly disliking her demand for compensation. I took a sip of coffee and replied calmly, “Back then, I already gave you five million dollars. I have nothing more to give.” At the time, Amanda had looked down on the five million I gave her. She must have thought she had landed a wealthy man. How could she have known that her so-called wealthy man was spending my family’s money? Obviously, my words triggered Amanda. She exclaimed heatedly, “Katrina! I’m telling you, if you don’t compensate me, I’ll destroy your reputation completely, do you understand?” She practically shouted these words, while I remained calm, not understanding how someone who seduced another’s fiancé could be so self-righteous. But later I understood why she was so confident at that time. I put down my cup and looked coldly at the agitated Amanda in front of me. “Amanda, I’d like to see how you plan to ruin my reputation. Remember, you’re the one who hooked up with my fiancé, not the other way around.” This time my words cut deep. In a fit of rage, she flipped over my table, grabbed the Chanel bag I had bought her, and stormed out furiously. Before leaving, she didn’t forget to make one last threat: “Katrina, just you wait. I’ll make sure your reputation is utterly destroyed.”

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On my thirtieth birthday, my husband Alan Tales’s childhood sweetheart Gina Huston showed up at our door and fell to her knees in front of everyone, begging me to let them be together. Gina, with tears streaming down her face, said, “Please let us be together. I’m willing to be the mistress without any status.” Alan put his arm around her and angrily said, “Vivian, don’t be so difficult. Gina is pregnant with my child.” Everyone around was ready to watch me make a fool of myself, but they had no idea that I had orchestrated the whole thing. I pulled out the pregnant women I had hidden in the closet and said, “If she’s the mistress, then what are they?” Apart from two who were in the hospital giving birth, there were exactly five pregnant women hidden in the closet. At that moment, Gina’s face gradually contorted, while I was about to burst into laughter at the ridiculous scene. Alan now collects garbage at the dump. A month later, Alan’s father Peter Tales returned from vacation and, upon learning that Alan was collecting garbage, raised his hand to slap me. I caught his hand mid-air, a mocking smile playing at the corner of my lips. I said, “Alan cheated on me, and I’ve already divorced him. He chose to collect garbage himself, so why are you trying to hit me? I never forced him to do that.” When Alan and I divorced, he was deeply in debt, and his bar had gone bankrupt. Afterward, he worked as a salesman, waiter, and spaghetti restaurant employee, until he finally realized that garbage collection suited him better. Now he sleeps under a bridge at night, spending all his earnings on his mistresses. Peter, furious, said, “If you weren’t barren, my son wouldn’t have gone looking for other women. If he hadn’t looked elsewhere, you two wouldn’t have divorced. You’re like a hen that doesn’t lay eggs.” I smirked coldly, because Alan had said the same thing when he cheated. He blamed his infidelity on my failure to get pregnant. Like father, like son—both scoundrels. Men like to take the offensive when they make mistakes, seizing control of the narrative. They seize opportunities to brainwash women, steering them toward self-blame. When a man betrays a woman, it’s because she’s not gentle enough, not attentive enough, not pretty enough, not virtuous enough, and hasn’t given him a son. As Peter continued to insult me, I simply closed the door and called security to remove him. Two hours later, my assistant Max Duncan called to inform me that Peter had broken into the lock of another villa and brazenly moved in with Gina. I clicked my tongue. Their occupation of the house wouldn’t last forever. I touched the top-grade emerald bracelet on my wrist and smiled disdainfully. Just wait. The real show was yet to come.

Gina met Alan at his bar, and it was said they fell in love at first sight, sleeping together that very night. There aren’t really that many cases of love at first sight—it’s just spring arriving and animals entering their mating season. On the night Alan decided to go dumpster diving, Gina went into premature labor with a baby boy, just nine months along. Now she and her son have brazenly moved into my other villa. Peter was grinning from ear to ear at the grandson he had longed for. Gina, holding the baby, complained to Peter about me, “Alan went dumpster diving, and Vivian wouldn’t even give me a place to stay. “She forced me and my baby to stay in the hospital. “I was carrying Alan’s child, and she was so heartless.” As she spoke, she made sure to wipe away tears. Peter slammed his fist on the table, his expression furious. “That venomous woman! She can’t have children herself, so she wants to harm you. I’ll go see her tomorrow and make her transfer the house to you.” A triumphant smile flashed across Gina’s face before she quickly resumed her fragile act. “What if Vivian refuses?” Peter, with a dismissive snort like slurping spaghetti, said, “She wouldn’t dare. If she doesn’t give you the house, I’ll make such a scene that she’ll have no choice but to agree.” He placed his hand on Gina’s shoulder, his eyes leering. “Why don’t we go to my room and chat for a bit?” Gina smiled awkwardly but eventually agreed. I watched the screen, fighting back laughter. What a hypocritical family indeed. Gina wanted to use Peter to get the house. Peter lusted after Gina’s beauty, not even mentioning Alan’s dumpster diving anymore. This family was utterly morally bankrupt. Half an hour later, Peter brought Gina to my doorstep. I shook my head. Peter’s sexual stamina was remarkably brief—probably setting some kind of world record for shortness. Peter and Gina stormed in with aggressive demands, practically foaming at the mouth for what they claimed was Alan’s rightful property. “My son worked two holiday shifts, so you need to return his wages. Plus, you need to give Gina a house and me $5 million for retirement,” he said. I was utterly dumbfounded. Alan did work—he ran a bar. I provided the money for his bar, and I covered the initial $500,000 loss. Even when the bar started making profits, Alan never gave me a penny. Instead, he constantly found excuses to ask me for money. All of Alan’s money went to his lovers. I gave him $4 million in total, yet he remained unsatisfied. To get my company, he even conspired with others to drug me with aphrodisiacs. He was truly something else. I handed Peter a bank card. “There’s $200,000 in it. Use this for now. The company has been losing some money lately. When things improve, I’ll give you more.” Peter and Gina were delighted to get money so easily, their eyes practically gleaming with greed. Then Peter took the money and left with Gina, but not before threatening me, “Give me the rest of the money soon, or you’ll regret it.” Peter loved gambling, and Gina loved buying luxury handbags. Without a doubt, they would certainly be back for more money before long.

I started my business at twenty and achieved success by twenty-five. I was tall, well-educated, and quite attractive. At twenty-six, my mother Jessica Blunt began pressuring me relentlessly to get married. By twenty-nine, Jessica arranged a blind date for me with Alan. I agreed without hesitation, simply wanting to escape Jessica’s marriage pressure. Who I married didn’t matter to me at all. Jessica said Alan’s education and appearance matched well with mine, though his financial situation was somewhat lacking. His redeeming quality was his honesty—he supposedly wouldn’t cheat. I couldn’t help but scoff at that. This so-called “honest man” conspired with Peter to poison my food. As for his faithfulness, the truth was that Alan had more than one mistress. After dating Alan for just one month, we rushed into marriage. After the wedding, Peter constantly urged me to have children, but my company was in a growth phase during these past Christmas seasons, and I couldn’t spare time for pregnancy. Alan and I agreed to wait two Christmas seasons before having children. He readily agreed, but Peter stood nearby, shifting between feminine and masculine energies, saying sarcastically: “Women have a harder time conceiving and giving birth when their Christmas age increases. Better to have children sooner.” He would constantly mutter in my presence: “Where’s that grandson of mine, hmm?” “Ah, the neighbor’s grandson started walking today.” “The hen didn’t lay eggs again today. How annoying.” I despised meddlesome people, so I suggested that Peter move to the villa next door. Alan promised to persuade Peter to complain about me less. Afterward, every few days, Alan would take Peter out. When they returned, Peter always walked with his back straight and a spring in his step. From that time on, a thermal food container appeared in our home, and the frequency of corn chowder being prepared increased. At first, there was just one extra thermal container, but over time the number increased until it eventually stabilized at eight. The chicken in the corn chowder served to me also gradually disappeared. Peter must have confirmed that all of Alan’s mistresses were pregnant with boys. Peter, who never cooked before, began preparing meals himself, making food every day and delivering it to my office on time. Just because I wanted to delay having children for two Christmas seasons, they actually poisoned my food, with the intention of killing me. I discovered Alan’s affair two months ago. One day after work, my friend invited me to a three-Michelin-star restaurant. Alan, who had claimed just moments earlier to be working at a bar, suddenly appeared at that restaurant. He was looking longingly at the woman across from him, pulling out a gift box. “Linda, tonight with me…” he stopped mid-sentence, a sleazy smile spreading across his face. Linda Spaghetti had beautiful features and a tall, slender figure. She looked at him haughtily and said, “Beg me.” Without hesitation, Alan immediately started begging. “Please, please.” He kept pleading with Linda to give him a chance to spend the night with her, almost dropping to his knees. Eventually, Alan managed to make the woman burst into laughter. I was shocked to discover that my husband Alan wasn’t just stealing my money—he was also completely subservient to other women. It seemed clear that Alan must have other mistresses as well. After returning home that day, I instructed Max to investigate Alan. The results were alarming. Alan had numerous affairs even before marrying me. When we first started dating, he probably feared I would find out, so he temporarily cut ties with his lovers. After marrying me, he became shamelessly reckless with my money, seeking pleasure everywhere. I had been deceived all along. I gave him everything he wanted, but I never expected such ingratitude. I’m usually tied up with work at the company and travel frequently, so I spend very little time with Alan. I had a prenuptial agreement drawn up to protect my assets, so after divorce, Alan wouldn’t get a penny of my property. I had intended to just let him go, but I couldn’t tolerate him not only spending my money on women but also trying to poison me. I had Max install surveillance cameras in all my houses. I know their every move. I had some free time today, so I was drinking coffee at the company when Alan’s message popped up on my phone. Alan usually talks too much, which is why I normally have Max check his messages and summarize the important points for me. Today, Max wasn’t around, and I had time to spare, so I casually opened the chat. Alan: [Honey, what did you have for dinner tonight?] Vivian: [Wagyu steak] Alan: [So luxurious! How much did that cost?] I didn’t quite understand what he was getting at. Vivian: [Around two thousand dollars.] He replied with a helpless emoji. Alan: [Honey, as long as you’re happy, but you should still save when you can. I’m not saying you should deprive yourself. Eat what you want.] Alan: [After all, my Honey comes first.] He hadn’t spent a penny, yet he was talking as if he’d spent tens of thousands of dollars. I realized he was trying to gaslight me. But he wasn’t successful. What a useless man. A proper attempt at gaslighting should at least make someone feel a little guilty, but his chat just made me want to curse at him. Now I understand how much Max has suffered. No wonder he looks like he’s facing execution every time he checks these messages. I decided to give him a raise. After reading the messages, I had no intention of responding to Alan. Let the fool talk to himself. My phone vibrated, and I received photos from an unknown number. In the photos, a woman was nestled in Alan’s arms, looking coy, accompanied by a long text describing her loving daily life with Alan. Max had shown me her profile before. Her name was Gina, the most favored among my husband’s many lovers. Her looks weren’t exceptional, but she excelled at flattery, acting cute, and having that youthful innocence men seem to love. She had a delicate, fluid charm about her, speaking in a soft, fragile voice. Alan’s greatest skill wasn’t juggling multiple women, but making each of them believe she was the official girlfriend. Gina was the first and only one who knew about my existence. The fact that she sent provocative photos as soon as she learned about me showed how desperately she wanted to replace me. Her ambition to take my place was pathetically obvious. On the screen, Gina was sitting on my husband’s lap, speaking in a sweet voice. “Alan, I want a handbag.” Then she planted several kisses on his face. Alan clearly fell for this act, agreeing without hesitation. Not long after, he sent me another message. Alan: [Honey, I haven’t eaten yet] Accompanied by pitiful and money-begging emojis. He was blatantly asking me for money. He wanted to pamper his lover but expected me to foot the bill. My blood boiled at his audacity. If I hadn’t known about this affair, I would have given him the money without question, but now there was absolutely no way I would. Vivian: [How much money do you have left in your account?] He replied instantly. Alan: [Ten thousand dollars] Vivian: [Transfer it to me] The next second, I received a transfer of ten thousand dollars on my phone. There had been a few times when I urgently needed money and asked him to transfer me several tens of thousands, which I returned within minutes, always paying back three or four times more. So he probably thought this was another such occasion. Alan transferred the money promptly, likely sitting there smugly waiting for me to send him money back. Vivian: [I’ve taken the money as a lesson for you going hungry. Let’s see if you dare skip meals again.] Alan panicked and immediately sent questioning messages. Alan: [What do you mean? You’re not returning it?] Alan: [You’re so rich, why do you need my money?] Alan: [Honey. You’re going too far. I’m broke, I can’t even afford food now.] Alan: [Don’t take my money!] Alan: [I hate you, Honey. If you keep this up, I’ll stop talking to you.] *** I shot him a scathing reply and couldn’t be bothered to respond further. I opened the surveillance feed and saw Alan fuming after not getting his money back and instead losing ten thousand dollars to me. Gina, unaware of the situation, continued to act coy beside him. She leaned softly against Alan’s shoulder, gently swaying his arm while speaking in a sweet, coquettish voice, “Alan, didn’t you just promise to buy me a bag? Let’s go now.” Alan looked embarrassed. “Can we go next time?” Gina was immediately displeased. “Why? Why next time? Why not today?” Her tone completely lost its previous sweetness, replaced by aggressive demanding. I smirked. Alan was broke, obviously unable to buy her a bag. Alan couldn’t take it anymore and snapped at her. Gina instantly burst into tears, crying so pitifully that Alan’s heart softened immediately, and he began coaxing her gently. If she was this upset just because she didn’t get a bag, she would surely make an even bigger scene if he consistently had no money to spend on her. That evening, Alan immediately asked me for the ten thousand dollars back. My heart sank. In our two years of marriage, I had never taken a penny from him, and often gave him money instead. He took that money to find mistresses, buying them watches, bags, and gold bracelets. For me, he bought paper watches, paper bags, and paper bracelets, claiming he made them himself for sentimental value. Later I discovered these items were worth just over ten dollars each. Two weeks after discovering Alan’s affair, I found out that Peter was also seeing women on the side. Peter also liked bringing women to my villa, and several times even ran into Alan there. These father and son could have gotten hotel rooms, but for some reason insisted on using my villa. I provided Peter’s living expenses. After discovering his affairs, I promptly reduced his monthly allowance from one hundred thousand dollars to one thousand dollars, claiming I was short on cash lately. Going from a luxurious lifestyle to poverty would make anyone unhappy. Without money, he certainly couldn’t live it up anymore. Following the cut to Peter’s allowance, he was furious and showed up at my company the next day with a group of relatives to make a scene. They berated me for being heartless and demanded I give Peter his hundred thousand dollar allowance. Peter even gave an Oscar-worthy performance, crying as he clutched the receptionist, describing how unfilial I was. He claimed he was old with no money, forced to live in poverty while I earned money but wouldn’t share it with him. He said I carried a hundred-thousand-dollar bag while he ate meals worth just a few dollars, scrambling for discounted food every night. When the weather turned cold, I supposedly wouldn’t even buy him a blanket, and he was still wearing summer slippers. Peter portrayed himself as utterly pitiful. I could see these people were purely there to cause trouble. I stayed in my office without going out—if I had, they would have likely tried to bleed me dry. I called security: “I don’t know these people. Remove them.” Peter and his group were carried out like pigs. Feeling embarrassed, they slunk away. After work, instead of going home, I went to stay at a house I’d recently purchased. Alan called: “Honey, why aren’t you home yet? I want to go eat steak with you.” In our two years of marriage, this was the first time he’d called in the evening asking when I’d be home. His goal wasn’t to check on me, but to have me foot the bill for his steak dinner. I coldly replied, “I bought another house and won’t be coming back for a while.” Peter, who was nearby, became furious and grabbed Alan’s phone. “Didn’t you say you were short on cash lately? Then how do you have money to buy a house but not enough for my living expenses? You’re just unfilial, a miser, stingy!” I laughed. This father and son spent my money on other women, yet had the audacity to say such things. “Yes, I’m unfilial. Yes, I’m a miser. Yes, I’m stingy,” I said. They couldn’t do anything to me anyway. Peter was fuming, hurling insults into the phone. I grew tired of listening and simply hung up. Alan kept texting, asking why I wouldn’t come home and why I was angry. I ignored him completely. I checked the home security cameras to see how they would insult me. I expected to be cursed for refusing to give them money, but I never imagined they would contemplate killing me. Peter’s face contorted with fury as he shouted at Alan: “You useless piece of trash, you can’t even control your own wife! She neither gives me money nor bears children. You worthless good-for-nothing, what was the point of having and raising you? I’ve wasted so much money on you for nothing!” Alan, upset about not getting money and being criticized by Peter, retorted bitterly: “You’re just as useless as me, relying entirely on Vivian for everything.” “Who the hell are you calling useless?” Peter demanded. Alan shot back: “Whoever responds, that’s who I’m talking about, isn’t it?” They launched into a mutual insult session, and I enjoyed watching them tear each other apart. Half an hour later, they grew tired of arguing and finally stopped. Alan said, “Dad, what if we…” He made a throat-slitting gesture. “That way the company would be ours.” Peter nodded repeatedly, visibly excited. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time but was afraid you wouldn’t agree. Son, you’ve got guts. After it’s done, I’ll take seventy percent of her assets and give you the rest.” A flash of dissatisfaction crossed Alan’s eyes, but he quickly forced a smile. “Whatever you say, I’ll go along with it.” Just because I refused to give them money this once, they were plotting to eliminate me. They acted as if all the money I’d given them before never existed. I sneered, shrugging indifferently, thinking: “Since you show no kindness, don’t blame me for showing no mercy.”

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In my previous life, when my parents divorced, my sister Alisa Carolle went with our million-dollar-salaried father Vincent Carolle, while I followed my mother Fiona Carolle, who was left with nothing. Later, Vincent was fired from his company, went bankrupt overnight, and fell into poverty. Meanwhile, Fiona built her business from scratch, amassing assets worth over a hundred million dollars and becoming part of Seattle’s elite. Alisa grew jealous of me. On the day I was about to take over Fiona’s company, she stabbed me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of my parents’ divorce. Watching Alisa insist on going with Fiona, I realized she had been reborn too. But this was fine. I never wanted to live that miserable life again anyway. “Mom, I want to go with you.” At our front door, Alisa clutched Fiona’s hand tightly, her eyes full of triumph. Vincent frowned, his eyes reflecting pain and helplessness. “Alisa, you’ll suffer with her. Come with me instead—I can give you a better life.” I stood to the side, feeling like an outsider, with no one caring about my feelings. In this family of four, I had been the odd one out since Alisa was born. Alisa was obedient, sensible, and knew how to win our parents’ affection. I was awkward and couldn’t even charm my parents. Over time, they grew to favor Alisa more and more, while I became practically invisible in this family. Fiona looked down at Alisa, disapproval in her eyes. “Alisa, don’t be stubborn! Your father is right—you’ll suffer if you come with me.” But Alisa seemed determined. She shook her head firmly and said, “No, I want to go with you.” Seeing this, Vincent sighed in resignation and finally gave in. “Fine, have it your way. But if you can’t handle the hardship, remember you can always come find me.” Alisa shot me a smug look and taunted, “Bianca, you go with Vincent. Don’t worry, your good days are ahead.” With that, Alisa took Fiona’s hand and left without looking back. I watched them walk away, thinking about everything that had happened with Fiona in my previous life, my emotions a jumbled mess. Vincent glanced at me impatiently without saying much, just telling me to get in the car. Outside the window, the scenery rushed by until the car stopped in front of a luxurious mansion. Only then did I snap back to reality. “This is Noble Vista, an exclusive neighborhood. Twenty thousand dollars per square foot,” Vincent held up two fingers proudly, his voice tinged with boastfulness. I stared at the magnificent building in surprise, feeling confused. Despite Vincent’s million-dollar salary, he couldn’t afford a mansion of this caliber—unless he had already secured a wealthy new partner. “This will be your home from now on. Be smart and don’t cause any trouble!” Vincent looked at me with disdain. “Otherwise, you’ll face the consequences.” I forced a smile and said, “I understand.” Vincent nodded with satisfaction and led me into the mansion. The interior was luxurious and exquisite, with every detail exuding wealth. In the living room, a slightly plump woman dressed in elegant clothes approached us. Vincent hurried to greet her. “Regina, aren’t you cold wearing so little?” Vincent asked obsequiously. Regina Duncan ignored Vincent’s question and glanced at me, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So this is your daughter? Her face is decent enough, but everything else is utterly ordinary.” Vincent’s expression immediately turned awkward as he glared at me. “She’s always been like this. Don’t pay her any mind.” Vincent said sternly, “What are you standing there for? Greet her properly! This is your…” “Ms. Duncan. From now on, you’ll call me Ms. Duncan,” Regina cut in. I stood silently, neither arguing nor showing anger. “Yes, Ms. Duncan.” In my previous life, I might have felt insecure and upset by such remarks, but now I had learned how to handle such cold mockery. Besides, she was Regina, a self-made businesswoman in Seattle and part of the elite—she had every right to look down on me. Just then, the maids called out in unison, “Hello, Mr. Duncan.” I jumped, quickly turning around. Ethan Duncan stepped out of the car with a stern expression. He wore an impeccable suit, had chiseled features, and piercing eyes. Regina casually introduced him. “This is Ethan, my son. He now handles all company affairs for me.” Vincent immediately put on a fawning smile and approached him. “Mr. Duncan, hello.” Ethan smiled slightly but didn’t respond to Vincent, leaving him embarrassed. “Take a look at our new residents. This is Vincent Carolle, and this is his daughter,” Regina raised an eyebrow, looking at me. “My name is Bianca Carolle,” I said quietly. Ethan nodded slightly, his gaze falling on me, examining my worn school uniform. “You attend No. 1 High School?” he asked.

I nodded, feeling somewhat anxious. Ethan’s gaze was profound, difficult to read. He glanced at me and said coolly, “From now on, have the driver take you to and from school. Don’t embarrass the Duncan family.” I blushed with embarrassment and nodded. This uniform was one of the few intact pieces of clothing I owned. Regina seemed surprised by Ethan’s arrangement. I lowered my head and whispered, “Thank you.” Vincent stood nearby, smiling apologetically and nodding repeatedly. In the days that followed, my life began to change quietly. The Duncan estate became both a sanctuary and a starting point for my new life. Though I was like an insignificant decoration in the house, ignored by everyone, at least I had food and shelter, no longer having to struggle for my daily meals. School days became my only solace. In my previous life, after leaving with Fiona, I had no money for education. Fiona refused to work and expected me to support her, but I was just a young girl who hadn’t reached Christmas (the legal age of adulthood), who couldn’t even find a job washing dishes. I couldn’t provide for both of us. So I had to beg and scavenge through garbage—a life where I trampled my own dignity underfoot. I never wanted to live that way again. In this life, I was determined to study diligently. I knew education was the only way out for someone like me. Whenever my name appeared at the top of the grade reports, I understood I was moving one step further from the broken life of my past existence. However, whenever the school needed parents to attend events, that phone call to the Duncan family always filled me with anxiety. No one in the Duncan family would want to attend my parent-teacher conferences, even though they were meant to praise me. “Hello, is this Mr. Carolle? Your daughter has achieved excellent results again. We’d like to invite you to attend the parent-teacher conference…” On the other end of the line, the teacher’s voice was full of expectation. But Vincent’s response was ice-cold and callous, “What does it matter if a girl gets good grades? I’m busy. Besides, you’d better check if she cheated. There’s no way she could have achieved such high scores on her own.” The moment Vincent hung up, my heart seemed to freeze along with it. I wondered what kind of parent would suspect cheating rather than feel pride when their child scored well. I took a deep breath, trying to suppress the bitterness in my heart. Regina had approached without my noticing. Her voice carried a hint of amusement and disdain, “I think Ethan has been quite idle lately. He might as well go. After all, she is my stepdaughter. If we don’t attend her parent-teacher conferences, people might say the Duncan family is mistreating her.” After saying this, Regina left, leaving Vincent looking bewildered. On the day of the parent-teacher conference, Ethan’s figure appeared in the back row of the classroom. His presence always caused a small commotion. My classmates whispered among themselves, while I just sat with my head down. After that, Ethan began attending my parent-teacher conferences, though not every time—perhaps three or four times out of ten. But for someone of his stature, that was already quite remarkable. Time went by steadily, and I was approaching the turning point of high school graduation. I thought no one would care about my plans for the future, but Ethan suddenly asked, “What are your plans after graduation? Would you like to study abroad?” Before I could respond, my father’s voice cut in from the side, carrying his usual contempt, “She’s just a girl. Finishing high school is good enough. She’s reached Christmas now—she’d be useful for a marriage alliance.” I looked at him in disbelief, feeling an unprecedented wave of despair and anger. This was my so-called father, a man willing to sacrifice his daughter’s happiness for profit! Just as my emotions were about to collapse, Ethan’s voice sounded again. “The Duncan family doesn’t need a young girl to sell her looks. Her future should be decided by herself.”

I stood in the middle of the living room, stunned by Ethan’s words. I couldn’t believe my future was truly mine to decide. Ethan left me with only a brief yet powerful statement: “Come find me when you’ve made up your mind.” Vincent wanted to say something more, but was silenced by Ethan’s undeniable presence. “Dad, I would never…” I had just begun when a frantic knocking at the door interrupted me. The door burst open, and Alisa stumbled in. Her clothes were in tatters, her face covered in wounds, looking utterly wretched. “Dad, please save me…” Alisa’s voice was choked with tears, her eyes filled with desperation and pleading. When her gaze met mine, a flash of resentment and unwillingness crossed her face. Vincent looked at Alisa with heartache. “Alisa, what happened to you? How has your mother been raising you to end up like this?” I clenched my fists tightly, my nails digging deep into my palms. The pain kept me clear-headed. “Mom… Mom made me sleep with old men to support her!” she said. Memories flooded back like a tide. In my previous life, Fiona had done the same to me. I had escaped just like Alisa. I had also sought out Vincent, begging him to take me in. But Vincent had mercilessly pushed me away, not even allowing me through the gates of the Duncan estate. “Dad, please let me stay with the Duncans. I really can’t go back. It will kill me,” Alisa pleaded again, her voice trembling with fear and helplessness. Vincent looked at Alisa, his eyes flashing with anger and disappointment. “That beast! How could she do this to you? She’s worse than an animal!” At that moment, Regina slowly descended from upstairs. She wore an exquisite gown and looked down at Alisa from her elevated position. Alisa seemed intimidated by Regina’s presence. She lowered her head and softly called out, “Mom…” Regina’s eyes flashed with disdain and mockery. “You’re quite clever, aren’t you?” After saying this, Regina ignored her. This silence effectively approved Alisa’s stay, which was exactly what Vincent wanted. However, Alisa didn’t seem to cherish this opportunity. Perhaps she knew that in this lifetime, the Duncan family would certainly go bankrupt. During her stay at the Duncan house, she maintained a respectful fear of Ethan but treated everyone else with arrogance. She demanded servants whenever she went out, insisted that staff half-squat when speaking to her, making everyone resent her. Regina pretended not to notice any of this and never said anything to Alisa, which only encouraged her to push boundaries further. She began eyeing Regina’s clothes and jewelry. These items were worth anywhere from hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars, and she took them one by one to sell. Alisa thought Regina hadn’t noticed the missing items, so she grew increasingly bold. Until that day when she stole several of Regina’s handbags and clothes, attempting to sell them, and was caught red-handed. Regina still looked at her calmly. “So you’re the one with such audacity, daring to steal my clothes. Do you realize these amounts are enough to put you in prison for life?” Alisa’s face instantly turned deathly pale. She stared at Regina in terror, her eyes filled with despair. She tried to deny it, but Regina’s icy gaze and unquestionable tone left her completely panicked. “I… I didn’t…” Alisa’s voice trembled as she tried to grasp at the last thread of hope. Regina didn’t give her that chance. She coldly turned her head toward the servant beside her and said, “Take her away.” Alisa struggled, refusing to leave. I stood there without a shred of sympathy. A faint smile tugged at my lips as I inwardly shook my head. Alisa had known Regina for what felt like forever, yet was still naive enough to think Regina could be easily fooled. A woman who raised a son like Ethan—so reserved, composed, and masterful in his methods—was naturally intelligent herself. “Regina, how… how can you throw Alisa out? She’s my daughter…” Vincent’s voice carried a pleading tone as he tried to intercede for Alisa, only to be cut off by Regina’s piercing gaze. “You know very well she’s your daughter. Allowing her into the Duncan family and letting her stay this long was already more than generous,” Regina’s voice was calm yet resolute, without the slightest hesitation. “Besides, the Duncan family isn’t a charity. We have no room for such greedy individuals.” Vincent’s face turned pale. He clearly hadn’t expected Regina to be so decisive. He wanted to say more, but Regina had already signaled the servants to take Alisa away. “No! Dad! Help me!” Alisa’s cries echoed through the living room as she grasped at her last lifeline. Just then, Ethan appeared in the doorway. Dressed in an impeccable suit, his expression was stern as his gaze swept across everyone before finally settling on Alisa. “What’s going on?” Ethan’s voice was deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate one’s heart. “Someone truly believed this was her own home and dared to steal my belongings!” Regina’s voice was cold, showing for the first time her decisive authority as a person of power. Ethan looked at the items on the floor and immediately understood. “Guards!” Ethan commanded coldly. Seeing this, Vincent hurriedly bowed and said, “Mr. Duncan, please, for the sake of our past relationship, forgive Alisa this once. She’s still young, barely in her teens, and doesn’t know better…” Alisa quickly knelt down too, looking at Ethan with tear-filled eyes full of pleading, “Ethan, I was wrong. I’ll change, I promise. Please don’t send me away…” I had intended to maintain a calm, observer’s stance, but to my surprise, Vincent tried to pull me down to bow and apologize with them. He said, “You ungrateful little wretch, hurry up and kneel down to beg for Alisa!” His hand had barely touched my sleeve when Ethan’s cold gaze stopped him. “Enough!” Ethan’s voice thundered through the living room like lightning. “Your failure to raise your daughter properly is not my concern. But her actions have crossed my line. The Duncan family is not a place she can trample on as she pleases.” Vincent’s expression grew even more distressed as he tried to plead again, but Ethan had lost all patience. He waved for the servants to forcibly remove Alisa and Vincent, saying in an icy, resolute tone, “Throw them out.” Alisa’s greed and ignorance, Vincent’s weakness and indulgence—all left me feeling disgusted and disillusioned. With Vincent and Alisa gone, the Duncan family naturally had no place for me either. I turned and bowed deeply to Regina and Ethan. “Thank you, Mrs. Duncan and Mr. Duncan, for taking care of me all this time. I… I will find a way to repay you someday,” I said. Without them these past days, I would never have been able to complete my education. From now on, I would have to rely on myself. Just as I was about to turn and leave, Ethan and Regina spoke simultaneously. “Wait!”

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My childhood friend Avery Johnson’s uncle, Oscar Hunter, killed himself. Before he died, someone found hundreds of love letters in his drawer—all written to me, none ever sent. So when I got a second chance at life and my mom asked if I wanted to marry Avery, I straight up told her no. I was choosing his uncle Oscar instead. This was my secret—I was living my second life. In my previous life, I married Avery, my childhood sweetheart. But after we tied the knot, he barely came home. Later, when I started bleeding bad during my pregnancy, he ditched me right there because his first love, Stella Locke, called. That snake said, “Avery, power’s out at my place and I’m really scared!” Just like that, my husband left without thinking twice. Eventually, the bleeding killed both my baby and me. After I died, Avery didn’t shed one tear. Just bitched about how my death messed up his vacation plans with his precious Stella… ***** When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day my mom asked me that question. “Amanda, are you sure about this? You and Avery grew up together. You really want to marry his uncle Oscar instead?” Every time my mom asked, I would just give her the same answer. “Yes, I’m sure.” “Well, if you want him, that’s what matters! Your dad and I will get the ball rolling!” Actually, my mom was more hyped than me. She ran straight to ask Oscar that same day, and after he said yes, she booked an outdoor venue right away. And as expected, Avery called, sounding quite pissed. “Amanda, you’re doing way too much. First you manipulate our parents into this arranged marriage, now you’re sneaking around booking venues? “Girl, have some self-respect! Are you really this thirsty to get hitched? This desperate act is exactly why I can’t be with you!” I bit my lip, took a breath, and explained, “Avery, I’m not marrying you this time. I chose your…” He just cut me off with a nasty laugh. “Playing hard to get now? Should’ve seen through your BS earlier. Just plan all the weddings you want. I love Stella, and she’s the only one I’m marrying. My heart’s hers! You’re just making me sick!” With that, he ended the call, cutting off anything I was about to say. Whatever. He’d figure it out soon enough. Our families had been tight for generations—a real old-school connection that meant everything in our circle. Avery and I literally grew up next door to each other, sharing every moment like those perfect childhood sweethearts you read about. After Christmas that year, our parents set up the marriage—keeping with tradition and all that family arrangement stuff. But in my last life, Avery dropped a bomb, wanting to break off our engagement to marry someone else. I wouldn’t back down, and things got ugly fast. I got my way and married him anyway, but that was just the start of the nightmare. He rarely came home after we tied the knot. And when I finally got pregnant, he straight up moved in with Stella. I could only see his face at some family events. It wasn’t until I was about to pop that his family finally pulled rank and made him come back home. But that first night he was back? We got into a crazy fight that had me bleeding bad. I was scared out of my mind, begging him to get me to a hospital. Then Stella called. And that was all it took—Avery was gone. Me and my unborn baby died right there in that hospital bed. My little one never even got to see daylight. After I died, Avery didn’t even show up to my funeral—just took Stella on vacation like it was nothing. My parents couldn’t handle the pain. They got sick from being so heartbroken and died not long after. Everything my family owned ended up in Avery’s hands, while he and Stella lived their best life with all their kids and grandkids. Last time around, marrying Avery straight up destroyed everything—my family, my life, all of it gone. This time? No way I’m letting that happen again. I gotta protect the people who actually care about me.

After we locked in the venue, my mom kept pushing me to pick out a wedding dress. Oscar Hunter already copped our wedding rings overseas, got some big-name designer on it. And since he was handling business out there and couldn’t come back yet, he sent me a black card to make up for it. Just a few days ago, I ordered the latest wedding dress from Christmas, a high-end designer brand. This morning, the shop called saying it just came in and invited me to try it on. But the second I walked into the bridal shop, I spotted Avery sitting in the waiting area. When he caught me, his face got all tight. “What are you doing here?” I kept it cool. “Trying on my wedding dress.” Maybe I was looking too unbothered. He seemed shocked for a moment before hitting me with that smirk. “Amanda, what’s good? Like the world ran out of men or something? You’re really that desperate to marry me?” I looked at that face I used to know so well, feeling a bitter smile creep up. This wasn’t the same Avery who would carry me through the rain when my stomach was killing me. Ever since Stella showed up, that protective, caring Avery was gone. Thank God I didn’t have to deal with this jerk in this lifetime anymore. I shot him an ice-cold look, then said all calm, “Avery, I already told you—I’m not marrying you. But you’re right about one thing—there’s plenty of other guys out there, and I’m done chasing after you.” Then, I walked straight to those wedding dresses without even looking back at him. But before I could get far, Avery grabbed my wrist hard, coming at me like crazy. “Amanda! What are you trying to pull this time?” I struggled to break free, but his grip was just too strong. I sighed helplessly, “Avery, what’s with all this? I said I won’t marry you and I’m over you now. Isn’t that what you want?” He glared at me with a cold smile. “You picked today to try on dresses and still saying you won’t marry me?” He then looked at the fitting room all lovey-dovey, claiming, “Stella’s my one and only. Give up already! I told my family last night that I’m canceling our engagement. I don’t care if my whole family’s against it, I’m marrying Stella no matter what it takes!” That “what it takes” he was talking about was just dropping everything the Johnsons gave him. He built his own company from scratch, and it was doing okay. But compared to the Johnson family’s empire? That little business was small potatoes. I forced a fake smile and said it smooth, “Well, hope you two are happy together. Don’t stress about it—I’m about to get hitched to someone else anyway, so this engagement thing’s already dead.” I tried to get him to let go, but he just kept staring, holding my wrist. “Amanda, what game are you playing now? Who else could you possibly marry besides me?” My wrist was hurting so bad that I started tearing up. Just then, Stella walked out. She exclaimed in surprise, “Avery, what are you doing?” Avery dropped my hand quickly and ran to Stella, trying to grab hers. When she pulled back, he caught on fast and went all soft. “Alright, let me hit the restroom and clean up first. Just wait for me, babe!” Then Avery rushed out, leaving the two of us there. Stella caught my eye and straight up looked at me like she won something. Well. She didn’t even try to hide how she felt. That’s when I noticed—she was wearing the exact wedding dress I’d put a deposit on. The sales associate rushed out after her, panic in her voice. “Ms. Locke, that dress is already reserved! We got more gorgeous new pieces that just landed this morning, why not check those out?” Stella went off on the girl, all attitude. “My fiancé is the heir of the Johnson family, and he’s tight with your boss! He said I can rock whatever I want—money ain’t a thing! Plus, it’s just reserved, not bought. Why can’t I try it on?” Then she smirked at me. “Right, Amanda? Even a marriage can be called off, let alone a little dress reservation.” The sales associate finally spotted me and almost started crying. “Ms. Brown, I’m so sorry! This dress just dropped this morning, and before I could lock it up, Ms. Locke was already trying it on!” I wasn’t trying to make the girl sweat, plus that dress had already touched somebody else’s body, so I was over it. I shot her a chill smile. “It’s fine. If Ms. Locke wants it so bad, she can have it. Didn’t y’all get that super exclusive piece in this morning? Let me check that out instead.” I tapped that black card in my bag. Since my future husband was so eager for me to spend his money, I might as well do him this one favor. Avery walked out right when I said that. He rolled his eyes hard. “Amanda, can you stop embarrassing yourself? I told you I’m marrying Stella, not you. Why are you still doing this? And you even know how much that piece costs? Ten million! How could you possibly afford it?” I smiled, pulled out that black card and passed it to the associate. “No need to try it on. I’ll just take it!” Then, I bounced out, leaving Avery looking shook and Stella mad salty.

That evening, I had a video call with Oscar. It was my first time “talking” face-to-face with him since my rebirth, and I felt somewhat nervous. Finally, we agreed to get our marriage papers the morning he came back. Though we were about to be husband and wife, it was kinda funny since we barely knew each other. Not even five minutes after the video call, Avery hit me up all accusatory. “Amanda, where’d you get the money for that crazy expensive dress? You better not be doing something shady behind my back. “You were trying to get at Stella at that shop today, weren’t you? Didn’t I tell you to leave my fiancée alone? You’ve been doing all this wedding stuff just to make me marry you, huh? Let me make this clear—I will never do it!” I was feeling quite good after talking to Oscar, but Avery just messed it up. I was so done with him so I snapped, “Avery, I’m only gonna say this one more time—you are not the one I’m marrying!” He was straight up driving me crazy, but no matter what I said, he wouldn’t get it through his head. That night, Avery posted on Facebook: “Getting my marriage certificate with my first and forever love on the 18th! All friends are welcome to come see us make it official!” Good for them, I guessed. As fate would have it, Oscar and I were planning to get our papers done that same day. The following days, Avery was so busy taking wedding photos with Stella that he finally stopped bugging me. On the 18th, I pulled up to the city hall rocking that million-dollar wedding dress, waiting for Oscar outside. Just thinking about how his jaw was gonna drop when he saw me had me smiling to myself. I waited in the car till I saw Avery and Stella go inside first. No way I was letting anyone mess up my big day. But drama found me anyway. “Amanda? That you?” Some guy who came in after me called out, making Avery’s crew in line look back. “God, Avery’s getting married and you’re showing up looking like this? You really out here being the most loyal simp, pulling up to the city hall in a whole wedding dress!” Avery burst in to check out the commotion. The second he spotted me, his face twisted up and he went off. “Amanda? What the hell are you doing here? Dressed like that? How thirsty can you be? Think this little stunt’s gonna make me put a ring on it? “Save yourself the trouble! I won’t marry you. Stella’s the one!” He pulled Stella tight against him, giving me a smug look. I was dead silent but kinda laughing inside. I got real serious. “I told you, I’m not marrying you! I’m dressed up but not for you! My man is gonna be here any minute, so please stay away from me!” His crew started dying laughing, clowning me for doing the most to marry Avery, saying I took being thirsty to another level. “Amanda, we’re tired of you playing hard to get! Stop dreaming—Avery’s about to get his papers with Stella! “If you’re that desperate to get married, just pick one of us. For real, I wouldn’t mind taking Avery’s crazy fans for once!” Avery sneered, “Come on, you guys are really interested in such a boring, annoying woman? Forget it, whoever can get her, she’s yours. I wouldn’t take her even if she were begging!” His trash talk pushed me over the edge. I swung to slap him, but he caught my wrist mid-air. I shot daggers at him and growled, “Get it through your thick skull, Avery! I told you, I’m not here to marry you! And I never wanted to marry your sorry ass in the first place!” Instead of getting mad, he let out a nasty laugh. “Yeah, right, Amanda. Who are you trying to fool? You’ve been stalking me since we were in kindergarten. “Been all up on me for years, even tried to force me to wife you. Now you’re acting like you’re over me? Impressive. So, where’s this guy you’re all dressed up for? Funny how he’s keeping you waiting.” I yanked my hand away, my face hot with anger. His words cut deep, and my eyes started to water. Then, a deep voice boomed from behind me. “Back the hell off, Avery!”

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Maxwell Brown’s company went bankrupt, and unfortunately, he lost his memory in a car accident. For five whole years, I was the only one who took care of him wholeheartedly. The first thing he did after regaining his memory was to ask me to prepare a venue—he wanted to propose to his fiancée, Natalie Locke. I thought this was just an act he was putting on to comfort his depressed fiancée. Until I arrived at the venue early and overheard his conversation with his brother. “Actually, Natalie doesn’t have depression; she lied to you. And when she found out about your accident, she ran far away. Only Hazel Foster was willing to take care of you. So, do you really want to propose to Natalie?” Maxwell’s words had a hidden meaning: “Of course I know. Precisely because Natalie lied to me, she’ll have to face me cautiously from now on.” “That’s much more comfortable than not being able to hold my head up in front of Hazel out of gratitude.” “Hazel has already helped me secure funding; she has no other use now. Once my company goes public, I’ll tell her the truth.” I neither cried nor made a scene. I quietly called the arranged marriage candidate who had pursued me for five years and even helped me prepare the proposal venue. “The venue is ready, but the person isn’t coming. Who am I supposed to accept a proposal from?” 1 Maxwell’s engagement ceremony was about to begin. He had invited all his family, friends, and brothers, but my name wasn’t on the guest list. The banquet was lively, with his brothers congratulating him one after another. Just then, I walked into the hall. In an instant, the atmosphere turned ice-cold, and everyone’s face showed embarrassment. Maxwell walked up to me, frowning, and said, “Didn’t I tell you not to come?” At that moment, his little fiancée Natalie was nestled in his arms, shrinking back in fear. Natalie’s fingers trembled as she looked at me with terror, then said in her fragile voice, “Hazel, are you here to give us your blessing?” Blessing? I couldn’t help but laugh coldly and asked, “Blessing? Do you think I would bless you two?” Hearing this, Natalie’s face turned deathly pale. Seeing my hostile tone, Maxwell immediately stood protectively in front of Natalie and said, “Hazel, let’s talk properly, don’t be so masculine energy feminine energy with that attitude!” Then, he lowered his voice to a volume only the two of us could hear: “I never realized how petty you were before. Did you have to come and ruin things today? I already told you, Natalie has depression, and this is just a fake proposal!” Maxwell now looked like a righteous knight protecting his damsel, and those uninformed guests thought I was the third party trying to destroy their relationship. Some guests couldn’t help but shout at me: “Miss, are you new to Manchester? Everyone in Manchester knows that the young Mr. Brown and Miss Locke are childhood sweethearts with an engagement since they were young. How dare you, a homewrecker, come so brazenly to crash their engagement?” “Exactly, homewreckers are so bold these days.” “The absolute shamelessness of this woman! Why hasn’t anyone thrown her out yet!” Everyone started attacking me fiercely, one after another. Natalie seized her moment to put on a dramatic performance. Her eyes reddened with tears welling up, looking pitiful as she said, “Hazel, I know you’ve done Maxwell a great favor, but Maxwell and I have been engaged for so many years—surely there’s something to be said for who came first? All these years, I couldn’t be by Maxwell’s side during his most difficult times, and I’ve felt so guilty that I developed depression. Look.” She lifted her dress to reveal dense scars on her wrist. “These are the punishments I gave myself. So Hazel, please don’t take him away from me, okay? He’s all I have in my life. Without him, I really can’t go on living.” What a masterful play of emotional blackmail! When I was still in the dark, I had felt sympathy too. One evening a week ago, Maxwell came to me and asked me to prepare a proposal venue. He said, “Hazel, Natalie has developed severe depression because of me. Her parents even got on their knees and begged me to fulfill Natalie’s wish to marry me. I’m just putting on a show, so don’t come that day.” I nodded, showing understanding. After all, Natalie was Maxwell’s legitimate fiancée. If Maxwell hadn’t had his accident years ago, they might have been married already. Now Maxwell was doing this to save someone’s life; he had no other choice. So I helped him contact Aman Hotel and booked the most luxurious banquet hall for a grand proposal ceremony for Natalie. I thought I was just helping to make up for Natalie’s regrets, and afterward, they could part ways amicably. Unexpectedly, on the day of the proposal, the venue manager said the person who booked the venue needed to sign some documents in person. Afraid of delaying Maxwell’s plans, I rushed to the hotel early in the morning. After signing the documents, I wanted to open the door to the banquet hall to see the proposal venue I had planned myself. After all, the man I loved was about to propose to another woman, even if it was fake, and I couldn’t help feeling a bit uncomfortable. As I gently pushed open the door, I discovered Maxwell inside. What I heard next shattered my illusions completely. I overheard his conversation with his brother, and that’s when I learned the whole truth. All these years, I had just been deluding myself. Thinking of this, I sneered at Natalie and Maxwell, saying, “Excuse me, who told you that today is Maxwell and Natalie’s proposal ceremony?”

“Hazel, are you not going to stop until you drive Natalie to her death?” “She’s already harming herself. Can’t you just grant her this wish? Do you have to push her to the edge?” Maxwell’s brothers couldn’t stand by any longer and stood up one by one to shield Natalie. “Yeah, Hazel, isn’t today Maxwell and Natalie’s engagement ceremony, not yours?” “Hazel, you may be wealthy, but Maxwell doesn’t love you. Just give it up already. Even if you make a scene here, Maxwell won’t propose to you.” As I listened to their back-and-forth remarks and watched their righteous indignation, a wave of bitterness welled up inside me. After all, the man I had so deeply loved for all these years hadn’t uttered a single word in my defense. Five years ago, when the Brown family was at its peak, they fell victim to a carefully planned car accident orchestrated by their enemies. Maxwell’s parents died in that accident, and Maxwell himself was severely injured, remaining comatose after the head trauma. Almost overnight, various influential families scrambled to divide up the Brown family’s assets. I pulled every string I could to save just one small company under the Brown family name for him. During his recovery, I stayed by his side constantly, paid all his medical bills, and settled many of his debts until he finally regained consciousness. He had forgotten everyone, including the fact that he had a fiancée—one who had abandoned him as soon as disaster struck. Only I remained loyal, staying by his side without asking for anything in return. Maxwell cried and told me that even though he had lost everything, he would treat me well for the rest of his life. I held his hand tightly and comforted him: “I’ll do everything in my power to help you rise again.” I kept my promise. I handed over the small company to him, helped him secure a round of financing, and accompanied him step by step as he reestablished his position in Manchester’s high society. But he callously broke his vow. He betrayed me without even offering an explanation. As I looked at this man before me, his silence became the final straw that broke me. “Natalie, I rented this venue, so how did it become your engagement ceremony? This is obviously my engagement ceremony.” Natalie clearly hadn’t expected me to publicly embarrass her, and her expression turned extremely unpleasant. “Hazel, no matter how much you pressure Maxwell, he’ll only follow his heart! Just let him go!” “Hazel, don’t think that having some money means you can force Maxwell to propose to you!” I let out a cold laugh and retorted, “Who are you to say such things? When he needed money, which one of you helped him? Was it you, or you?” I pointed at those present, who all awkwardly averted their gaze. They stubbornly continued, “You’ve been waiting for this day, haven’t you? You deliberately gave him money just to emotionally blackmail Maxwell into marrying you!” “Enough! Hazel, stop making a scene,” Maxwell interrupted with fury written all over his face. “I’m grateful for your help these past years, and I’ll pay back every penny you lent me. But today is my engagement party with Natalie. Can’t you show some compassion? She’s suffering from severe depression, and you choose today to cause trouble? I would never marry someone as heartless as you!” Everyone applauded. “Well said, Maxwell has backbone!” “Exactly! She came here to force Maxwell to marry her, and now she’s been put in her place!” Looking at Maxwell’s expression, I felt too disgusted to speak. Natalie’s lips curled into a subtle smile. She pretended to be considerate and said, “Oh, everyone, please stop arguing. Since Hazel is already here, let’s arrange a seat for her so she can witness the love between Maxwell and me.” She reached out to take my hand, but I immediately shook her off. She put on a theatrical display of fragility, crying out “Ah!” as she fell to the ground, looking utterly pitiful. I looked down at her, my eyes burning with contempt. “You’re right, someone is going to propose to me today, but it’s not this ungrateful Maxwell. Please clean this place up quickly and get out. My fiancé is already on his way, and I don’t want him to see trash like you.”

“Who the hell are you calling garbage?!” Maxwell’s brother jumped to his feet, glaring at me viciously. “Hazel, you’re going too far!” “Hazel, I only respected you because you seemed to treat Maxwell well. Do you think you’re so important that all of Manchester has to listen to you?! Don’t forget the Stone family ranks above your Foster family. You know Vincent, right? He’s my distant cousin. Want me to call him to put you in your place?” I laughed scornfully. “Really? I couldn’t care less about Vincent Stone. He probably wouldn’t even want to acknowledge a little punk like you.” “You—!” Maxwell cut him off. Then, looking somewhat exhausted, he unbuttoned his collar and rubbed his forehead. “Hazel, stop making trouble. What’s the point of making up this fiancé nonsense?” “Exactly, Ms. Foster. Everyone knows you’re head over heels for Maxwell. Who are you trying to fool with this angry talk?” Just then, my phone rang. I answered, and a man’s soft chuckle came through. “Honestly, I was quite flattered when you suddenly agreed. Though I know you don’t love me, I’m quite happy to be used as your weapon. How are things going over there? Need any help?” I said with complete indifference, “I’m not done here yet. I’ll have security kick them out in a minute. You just focus on driving safely.” After hanging up, Maxwell demanded, “Who were you talking to?” His expression was impatient, yet somehow anxious. I raised an eyebrow and mocked, “My fiancé, of course. Today is the day he proposed to me, and he rented this venue. You’re all trespassing, and security will be here soon to escort you out.” Natalie tried to reason with me. “Hazel, there’s no need for such spiteful words. I won’t force you to congratulate us. But today is Maxwell’s and my special day. Look what you’ve done.” The guests turned toward us, giving me disapproving looks. “The nerve of this homewrecker. It’s outrageous.” “Using her power to force others to stop a proposal ceremony. Why should we listen to you and just leave?” “Exactly! We only listen to today’s couple! Let’s ignore this crazy woman and help throw her out!” Soon, several burly men stood up and approached me. I knew self-defense and wasn’t easy to intimidate. I quickly took down two of them. But more and more people surrounded me, and I couldn’t handle them all alone. Then I caught Maxwell looking at me with pity. “Stop resisting, Hazel. Leave quietly, and I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you.” Furious, I shouted, “Maxwell, you bastard! Go to hell!” Maxwell’s friends yelled, “If you won’t take the easy way out, we’ll beat some sense into you!” Just as fists were about to land on me and I closed my eyes in desperation, the door suddenly burst open. Immediately, security guards flooded in. “Nobody move!” A commanding shout stopped everyone in their tracks. “I’m the manager of this hotel. Who dares cause trouble here?!”

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My housekeeper never seems to understand what I say. When I mentioned wanting fish, she immediately bought ten fish. When I said the house was messy, she threw away all our unused items in one go. I was beside myself with anger and planned to fire her, but my boyfriend stepped in saying, “She’s just not very bright, why are you getting so upset with her…” Later when I had a fever and asked her to buy fever medication, she returned with blood pressure pills instead. That’s how she killed me. Only after my death did I discover that the housekeeper was actually my boyfriend’s mother. They had been conspiring all along to steal my assets. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I told the housekeeper I wanted fish. 1 “Zoe Stone, here are the fish you insisted on having.” “Ten of them! That should be more than enough for you!” A sharp, impatient voice rang in my ears. I snapped back to reality to see my housekeeper Fiona walking through the door with a basket full of fish. From the moment she entered, Fiona Turner’s eyes carried obvious disapproval. “Zoe, you do nothing all day, don’t go out to earn money, and just make one demand after another. If you ask me, you should focus more on your boyfriend. He’s exhausted from work every day!” “I’m telling you this for your own good, so don’t brush it off. In ancient times, women lived to serve men. Someone like you would have been drowned in a pig cage, an ancient punishment for women!” After scolding me and getting no response, Fiona reluctantly walked into the kitchen. I stared at Fiona’s back as she cooked the fish, finally comprehending what had happened. I had actually been reborn. In my previous life, on this very day, I told my housekeeper Fiona I wanted fish. She bought ten fish at once and prepared a table full of fish dishes. But as it turned out, she had bought stale, dead fish, which gave me diarrhea and acute gastroenteritis after eating. Afterward, she shifted the blame to me, claiming my stomach was too delicate. Once, seeing the house in disarray, I asked her to tidy up. She immediately threw away all the unused items in the house and accused me of making trouble for no reason. I was beside myself with anger and wanted to fire her, but my boyfriend Jones Turner defended her: “She’s just not very smart, why are you making such a big deal about it!” “Stop acting like a princess. It’s so pretentious to put on airs with your elders!” For my boyfriend’s sake, I had to let it go. Later one night, I developed a high fever and asked Fiona to buy me fever medication. Instead, she brought back blood pressure pills, which ultimately led to my death. In my final moment, I saw Fiona and Jones celebrating wildly. “Mom, she’s finally dead! Now all the money and the company belong to us!” As it turned out, my housekeeper was actually my boyfriend’s mother. These two had been plotting to take my assets from the beginning. Thankfully, fate was kind to me, and I was reborn to the day Fiona bought the stale fish.

2 The scene of my tragic death in my previous life still vividly floated before my eyes. It took me quite a while to finally suppress the hatred in my heart. Looking at Fiona bustling in the kitchen, I smiled coldly and took out my phone to text Jones, asking him to come home early for dinner. This time, those rotten fish would end up in Jones’s stomach. Just as Fiona placed the last dish on the table, Jones arrived home. Seeing him enter, Fiona froze for a moment and asked, “Jones, why are you home early?” Jones glanced at her and replied flatly, “Hmm, Zoe asked me to come home for fish.” Then, he sat down beside me, took my hand, and gazed at me lovingly, saying, “My darling Zoe is so thoughtful, knowing I love fish and specially calling me home.” I smiled and discreetly withdrew my hand. Usually, Jones rarely ate at home due to business engagements. This time, I deliberately called him back. While Jones was still being affectionate with me, he had no idea that Fiona was already growing restless. As we prepared to eat, Fiona kept trying to find excuses to speak with Jones alone, but I interrupted her each time. I knew perfectly well that this table full of rotten fish was specially prepared by Fiona for me, and she certainly didn’t want her precious son eating such unclean food. But I was determined to make Jones finish all the fish. I deliberately served Jones a large piece of fish and said sweetly, “Baby works so hard to support our family. Since you love fish, have some more!” Jones beamed with a silly smile and stuffed the fish from his plate into his mouth in large bites. Seeing this, Fiona immediately raised her hand to stop him, shouting, “Don’t eat it!” I understood what was happening, but still pretended to be startled and asked, “Aunt Turner, what are you doing?” Jones was also startled, looking at Fiona in confusion. Fiona opened her mouth to explain, but seeing me staring directly at her, she couldn’t utter a word. Finding it amusing, I deliberately said, “Aunt Turner, is this fish inedible? Then why did you buy it?” She obviously became flustered, her fingers nervously picking at her apron as she stammered an excuse, “How… how could that be! These are all carefully selected good fish. I was just worried that Jones was eating too fast and might choke on a bone.” After saying this, she seemed to make a big decision, using her fork to put a piece of fish in her mouth, chewed it, and said, “Delicious, this fish is so fresh!” After that, Jones began to eat heartily, mumbling about how good it was, while I kept serving him more. On the surface, I was attentive, saying, “Fish is good for your health, eat more!” In reality, I was relishing every moment of it. Noticing I hadn’t eaten a bite, Fiona tried to persuade me: “Zoe, you specifically asked me to buy fish, why aren’t you eating? Do you think my cooking isn’t good?” She was playing her usual troublemaking game. This time, instead of arguing with her as usual, I put on a hurt expression and said, “Aunt Turner, how can you twist my words in front of Jones? I’m just having a bit of stomach discomfort. If others heard what you said, they might think I’m bullying you! Besides, I asked you to buy fish precisely because Jones loves it!” As I spoke, I covered my stomach with my hand, my eyes reddening as I looked toward Jones. Jones glanced at Fiona, frowning as he said to her, “Aunt Turner, I hired you to take good care of Zoe, not to bully her.” At this, Fiona stood there dumbfounded, her face flushed red with embarrassment, not knowing what to do. I tactfully displayed generosity and spoke up to ease the tension. Finally, watching Jones finish all the rotten fish on the table, I felt completely satisfied. Shortly after going to bed that night, Jones began to have stomach pains and rushed to the bathroom. Unfortunately, I had deliberately blocked the bathroom door earlier.

3 Jones paced anxiously around the living room. Unable to hold it any longer, he shouted at my bedroom: “Zoe, Zoe, the bathroom door is broken! I can’t open it! Call property management right away!” I pretended to be asleep, ignoring his calls. Fiona, however, woke up from the noise and joined Jones in his panic as they stared helplessly at each other. A few minutes later, I heard a “thud” followed by Fiona’s shocked exclamation: “Son, did you just soil yourself?!” I hid under my blanket, silently laughing as they embarrassed themselves. Only after Jones was completely exhausted from his ordeal did I finally open my door, pretending to have just woken up with drowsy eyes. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Jones lying on the floor, clutching his stomach. He reeked of a foul smell, his face as white as a sheet, wincing in pain with his eyes starting to lose focus. Fiona wailed beside him: “Jones, you can’t be like this! Wake up!” I quickly put on an act of concern: “Jones, what happened to you? I’ll call an ambulance right away.” By the time we reached the hospital, Jones had already passed out. Upon examination, the doctor said he had food poisoning that triggered acute gastroenteritis, nearly threatening his life. After being discharged, Jones constantly gave Fiona the cold shoulder, occasionally berating her: “I don’t know what you’re good for. You’re absolutely useless!” Fiona could only apologize submissively. Just when things had barely settled down, Fiona started causing trouble again. She made an excuse about being busy and asked me to deliver nutritious soup to Jones at his company. I agreed readily and left with the soup container. Just as I stepped out of the elevator, I noticed several movers heading upstairs. About five minutes later, my phone buzzed with a notification. I checked my home security camera and sure enough, those movers who had passed me were now in my apartment. And Fiona was busily directing them to remove my personal belongings. I smirked coldly, tossed the bag containing the thermos of soup into a garbage bin, and sat in the community park, watching the security feed. In this life, before I’d even done anything, Fiona was already rushing to sell off my possessions. Fortunately, I had installed security cameras in advance. She would pay for this later. Fiona bustled about, emptying my home of all the high-end items I rarely used, finally counting a thick wad of cash with satisfaction. Even after taking advantage of me, she couldn’t resist insulting me: “You little bitch! It’s all your fault that there’s a rift between me and my son. Consider these items as compensation! Once you enter the Turner family, you’ll have to obey me!” Fiona sat on the sofa counting money, grinning from ear to ear, proud as a peacock. She even called Jones. As soon as he answered, she eagerly sought praise: “Son, those rotten fish I made last time were meant for that little bitch. I knew she would call you home. It’s all my fault. I’ll buy you that high-end gaming console you love so much. I swindled quite a bit of money from that little bitch today!” Fiona had put the call on speaker, so I could hear Jones’s voice clearly. At the mention of a gaming console, Jones’s tone immediately softened: “Mom, you’re always the best to me! Once we deal with Zoe, I’ll find you a daughter-in-law who’s both obedient and can take care of you! The company is about to select a new executive position, so we need to move quickly these days!” Hearing the man I once deeply loved plotting against me, despite being mentally prepared, my heart still ached. Having lost both parents at a young age, I was emotionally vulnerable. It was Jones who stayed by my side with tender care, helping me through that dark period. By our third Christmas as an official couple, we were engaged. Over these Christmases, I had helped him climb the corporate ladder. I thought we truly loved each other, but it turned out that all he ever cared about was the massive inheritance I possessed. We were originally scheduled to officially marry this coming May, but now, I’m truly grateful to have seen through this scumbag’s true colors. I downloaded and saved the security footage, then made a call: “Lawyer Hunter, investigate these two thoroughly. Leave no stone unturned!” In this life, neither Fiona nor Jones would escape. 4 Only after completing these tasks did I feel somewhat at ease. Then I recalled Jones mentioning he would make his move soon, so I remained vigilant. When I got home, I casually asked about those unused items, and Fiona put on an act with her explanations. I didn’t expose her lie but played along, pretending to believe her. That evening, Jones returned from his business dinner, completely forgetting how he had despised me earlier that day, and resumed his performance as the devoted boyfriend. Even while planning to kill me, he still wanted to be intimate. When drunk Jones saw my resistance, he immediately scowled and demanded, “Zoe, what’s your problem? Do you have someone else?” Hearing his twisted accusations, I was so angry I wanted to slap him right there. But for the sake of my plan, I had to endure and humor him. Fighting my disgust, I took his arm and said, “What are you thinking? I’m on my period! Besides, you promised not to touch me before marriage.” Jones stared at me suspiciously for a while before saying, “Oh, I’m just afraid someone might steal my precious Zoe, so I want to be with you sooner. How could I live without you!” I secretly mocked him—this hypocrite was simply afraid his “gold mine” would fly away! I couldn’t be bothered with him anymore and made an excuse to sleep in the guest room. In the middle of the night, half-asleep, I sensed someone entering my bedroom. Shortly after, I woke up freezing. Looking around, I realized the air conditioner had been set to cooling at 59°F despite the autumn chill. It suddenly hit me—I had experienced this in my previous life! The next day I had developed a high fever, and it was during that illness that Fiona had switched my medication, ultimately killing me. Now facing the same scenario, I knew Fiona was behind this. The home’s air conditioning could be controlled via smartphone, which made her bold enough to act without leaving evidence—no one would suspect it was deliberate. Realizing this, I quietly went to the master bedroom and convinced the still-drunk Jones to sleep in the guest room instead. Since they showed no mercy, I wouldn’t feel guilty about what came next! Early the next morning, Fiona approached me with fake concern: “Zoe, did you sleep well last night?” Playing along, I pretended to have a headache and said, “It was a bit cold last night. I think I have a fever.” I secretly observed Fiona’s expression, and sure enough, she couldn’t hide her satisfaction. Glancing at Jones, who was still sleeping, I continued, “Aunt Turner, could you buy me some cold medicine?” Hearing this, Fiona immediately went out to purchase the medicine. When she returned, she enthusiastically handed me an already-opened bottle of pills, saying, “Zoe, take these quickly. Your health comes first! I’ll go make some soup for Jones.” As soon as Fiona entered the kitchen, Jones stumbled out of the bedroom, mumbling, “I heard Aunt Turner bought fever medicine. Give me some—I caught a cold and have a fever too!” I smiled as I handed him the pills, thoughtfully pouring him a glass of water and watching as he swallowed them. By the time Fiona emerged with her nourishing soup an hour and a half later, Jones was sitting at the dining table, gulping down water and complaining, “What kind of medicine did you buy? I feel dizzy and nauseous after taking it.” Hearing this, Fiona’s pupils dilated in shock, and she nearly dropped her jaw as she asked, “You took those pills? Who told you to take them? You shouldn’t have taken that medicine!” As soon as Fiona finished speaking, I looked at her with interest and said, “Isn’t it just fever medicine? Why shouldn’t he take it?” Fiona instinctively snapped back, “What do you know? This isn’t fever medicine at all…” The next second, Jones collapsed straight to the floor—his heart stopped, and white foam spilled from his mouth!

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On our wedding anniversary, my husband couldn’t accompany me due to a business trip, so he had his secretary deliver a car to me. Over the phone, my husband said apologetically, “Honey, I’m really sorry I can’t be with you for our anniversary. Please don’t be angry, okay? I’ve sent you a car, and there’s a heartfelt message for you in the dash cam. You’ll definitely be moved to tears when you see it.” However, what I found in the dash cam was footage of naked bodies passionately entangled, along with used condoms thrown on the back seat. I gripped my phone tightly and coldly uttered a single word: “Fine.” I wasn’t angry. Because I knew perfectly well that he was about to “die” by my hand! 1 Besides the condom tossed on the car seat, there were torn stockings piled in the corner of the back seat. Suppressing the wave of nausea rising in my throat, I closed the car door and handed the keys back to Caleb’s secretary. As I turned away, I noticed an identical car—same model and color—parked in a nearby spot. When she saw me staring at that car, the secretary visibly became uncomfortable. After my persistent questioning, she reluctantly revealed the truth. It turned out Caleb Moore had given the same car model to both me and his mistress for convenience. He had left in a hurry and grabbed the wrong keys, which led to the secretary delivering the wrong car. I felt like the biggest fool who ever lived. The woman intimately entangled with Caleb in the dash cam footage was Bella Scott, a poor student I had been sponsoring. Five years ago, I met Bella during a countryside trip for inspiration. She had just finished her middle school exams, and her parents were forcing her to drop out of school to marry a crippled man from the village for the bride price. Desperate to continue her education, Bella knelt before me, begging for my sponsorship. As an orphan who had struggled to attend university myself, I wanted to provide the shelter I never had. Without hesitation, I agreed to sponsor her, and I continued to do so for five full years. Never did I imagine I was nurturing a wolf in sheep’s clothing who would spend my money and sleep with my husband. What I found most unacceptable was that Caleb had even bought her a house in our neighborhood. At the same time, I finally understood… Why Caleb, who had never enjoyed running before, suddenly fell in love with night jogging a year ago, going out every evening. It was all just an excuse to meet with Bella. Several times I offered to join him, but he always found reasons to refuse. Apparently, his so-called “jogging” was actually happening in Bella’s bed. Later, Caleb seemed unsatisfied with just those two hours of “night jogging” and frequently used business trips as an excuse to stay away from home every few days. Even when he was home, his phone never left his hand. I couldn’t even remember the last time Caleb had shared a meal with me. Last month on my birthday, Caleb was unusually at home with me. But halfway through dinner, he suddenly claimed there was an emergency at work and rushed out, leaving me behind. Faced with his coldness, I foolishly comforted myself, thinking it might be the seven-year itch that would pass with time. Now I understood it wasn’t any seven-year itch—he had simply fallen out of love with me long ago. These realizations pierced my heart like countless steel needles, each one twisting deeper with every breath I took. I found Bella in my WhatsApp contacts and opened her Facebook page. Looking at it now, I realized her Facebook was filled with traces of Caleb. On her birthday, the man holding her hand while cutting the cake was Caleb; in the rain, the man holding an umbrella for her while his own shoulder got wet was also Caleb… I had never paid close attention to these details before, but now they became sharp thorns with nowhere to hide from. Caleb returned the next day. To make up for missing our wedding anniversary, he pulled out a necklace from behind his back and said, “Honey, don’t be angry anymore. I bought this for you during my business trip. I fell in love with it at first sight, just like when I fell for you!” Seeing that necklace, any remaining hope I had for him completely vanished. The necklace was a free gift that came with a luxury brand handbag—the same handbag I had just seen on Bella’s Facebook yesterday. It was from her post a month ago with the caption: “I mentioned it once, and someone specially flew to get it for me. Someone who loves you will remember every word you say.” I looked at him coldly, my eyes showing no emotion, and handed him the divorce agreement I had prepared the night before, saying: “Sign it.”

2 Caleb stared at the divorce agreement for a moment, but quickly regained his composure, as if he had anticipated this all along. He didn’t take the divorce papers seriously at all. Without even looking at them, he simply tore them up. “Violet Hughes, you’d better think this through. Without me, you have nothing. If you maintain the status quo, at least you’re still Mrs. Moore.” “I know this is hard for you to accept, but after so many years together, we’ve lost that spark. It’s entirely my fault, not Bella’s. She’s just a student. If you want to vent your anger, direct it at me, not her.” Caleb was right. Once I left him, I would truly have nothing. I was an orphan; my parents died when I was very young. In school, I was often bullied by classmates, and it was Caleb who stood up for me and protected me. Back then, Caleb was like a beam of light in the darkness, giving me a home and warmth. Throughout our marriage, I had been trying so hard, perhaps hoping to become better, to be worthy of his kindness. “Caleb, what exactly do you want?” I almost shouted, my voice cracking with emotion. “Violet, stop this nonsense! We’ll talk when you’ve calmed down!” Caleb snapped impatiently. As Caleb tried to leave, he roughly pushed me aside, causing my back to slam hard against the table. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen, followed by a warm flow between my legs. That warm, sticky sensation made my heart clench with terror. A dreadful premonition washed over me, and I instinctively looked down at myself. “Violet, you’re… you’re bleeding!” Caleb’s voice was filled with panic, his eyes wide open, staring at my lower body. But he quickly came to his senses and, without hesitation, scooped me up and rushed to the hospital. The doctor said I had miscarried due to extreme emotional distress combined with the physical impact. The child I had struggled so hard to conceive was gone just like that. My tears finally broke free, streaming down my face uncontrollably. In that moment, my world seemed to collapse into a deafening silence. Caleb and I had been married for seven years without conceiving a child. To have a child of our own, we decided to try IVF. For over a year, I had forced myself to endure excruciating pain, giving myself ovulation injections every day. Back then, when Caleb saw the countless needle marks on my stomach, he would hold me and cry like a child. He was heartbroken for me, throwing away the injection needles and refusing to let me continue. Caleb had said very seriously: “We’re not trying for a baby anymore. I can’t bear to see you suffer like this. Having you is enough for me! I’ll handle things with my parents.” But now everything had changed. Even though Caleb sat by my hospital bed, his heart was elsewhere. He was busy texting Bella. As soon as I opened my eyes, I could clearly see his phone screen. “Baby, be good, don’t make a fuss. Something came up here, and I can’t come back tonight,” he wrote with obvious impatience. “No way, I want you to come back now. I’ve prepared a surprise for you. If you come back within ten minutes, baby will let you do whatever you want. Hurry! This offer won’t last~” came Bella’s flirtatious reply. Bella had also sent a photo of herself in black stockings. Caleb’s eyes were practically glued to the photo, the hungry desire in his eyes making my stomach turn with disgust. Seeing that I seemed somewhat stable, he made up a flimsy excuse and hurriedly left. After that day, Caleb never came back to the hospital. Whether it was true or not, we both knew the reality. A week later, when I had recovered enough, I checked myself out of the hospital. On the way home from the hospital, the taxi driver was scrolling through short videos while waiting at a red light. The driver suddenly muttered, “How could this college girl do this! So young, yet becoming a home-wrecker for money.” I glanced over at the sound, and in the video, a group of middle-aged women had stormed into a university to beat up a woman who had been sleeping with someone’s husband. To my shock, the home-wrecker in the video was Bella. Even more surprising was that the woman leading the attack was my mother-in-law, Caleb’s mother!

3 This time, my mother-in-law brought two of her friends to cause trouble at Bella’s school. One pulled Bella’s hair, another yanked at her clothes, while the third slapped her face… The situation escalated until the school had no choice but to call the police. In the end, all four women were taken to the police station. The driver dropped me off at our residential complex. As I got out of the car, my mind was preoccupied with wondering why Caleb’s mother would suddenly go to Bella’s school to assault her. I didn’t notice Caleb approaching from the opposite direction. He walked up to me and delivered a vicious slap across my face. “Violet, you’re so cruel!” he spat. I held my stinging cheek, staring in disbelief at the man before me. Caleb actually hit me? My face burned with pain, but my heart felt like it had plunged into an icy abyss. “I told you to take your anger out on me! Why are you targeting Bella? She’s just a student!” he shouted. Caleb glared at me venomously, his words coming through gritted teeth. “You’re such a manipulative woman. Using others to do your dirty work! Our divorce is between us—why drag my mother into this? Why make her help you get revenge by encouraging her to cause a scene at Bella’s school?” So that’s it—he thought I was the one who told his mother. I let out a cold laugh and said deliberately, emphasizing each word: “Caleb, whether you believe it or not, I never told your mother about what’s happening between us! And I certainly didn’t ask her to harass Bella at school!” “Violet, you dare to deny it? I’m warning you—if anything happens to the baby Bella is carrying, you won’t leave the hospital alive.” Seeing that I remained silent, Caleb assumed I felt guilty and continued, “Violet, you’ve disappointed me completely. Just because you can’t have children yourself, you want to destroy Bella’s baby. I must have been blind to marry such a vicious woman!” The man standing before me felt utterly foreign. The way he raged at me for the sake of his mistress disgusted me to my core. The one who had been blind was me, not him. I was about to take out the newly printed divorce agreement when my mother-in-law’s furious voice suddenly came from behind me. “Caleb!!” “Mom, why are you here?” Caleb had barely reached his mother when— SLAP! She struck him hard across the face. “You ungrateful son!” She pointed at Caleb’s nose, trembling with rage. “Tell me honestly, what’s your relationship with Bella? And why did you bail her out of the police station?” Caleb hadn’t expected his mother to be so angry. “Mom! I’m your own son! Why aren’t you on my side? You’d rather listen to Violet and cause trouble at Bella’s school instead of helping me? Did you even think about how Bella will continue studying there after what you’ve done? If I hadn’t found a lawyer to get you released, you’d still be locked up at the police station!” I didn’t want to watch this mother-son argument anymore and turned to leave, but Caleb grabbed my arm. “Violet, don’t go! Tell Mom this is all a misunderstanding!” My lips curled into a mocking smile. “Caleb, you got Bella pregnant and you still have the nerve to call it a misunderstanding?” As soon as I said this, my mother-in-law’s eyes widened in shock. “What?! Violet, what did you just say?” Caleb clearly hadn’t expected me to reveal this in public and visibly panicked. My mother-in-law pressed on: “Caleb, is what Violet saying true? Is Bella really pregnant with your child?” Caleb couldn’t look his mother in the eye as he answered, “Yes.” Upon hearing this, my mother-in-law immediately slapped him again. She was about to strike him once more when she suddenly lost her balance and began to fall backward. Caleb reacted quickly, catching her in his arms. In his embrace, my mother-in-law broke down sobbing: “What sins has our Moore family committed to deserve this? Caleb, don’t you know that vixen Bella was your father’s mistress?!”

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My sister Brianna Jones accidentally stumbled into Mr. Frost’s room while drunk and now she’s pregnant, so she’s asking for the family’s opinion. I feel something’s fishy about this whole situation. Not only is there a massive social gap between our family and the Frosts, but how could Mr. Frost’s room have no security measures, allowing anyone to wander in freely? After hearing my reasoning, my sister agreed it made sense and decided to simply terminate the pregnancy and start fresh. But just after she was discharged from the hospital following her abortion, news of Mr. Frost’s high-profile marriage to a pregnant Cinderella quickly topped the trending charts. Brianna became consumed with jealousy, practically losing her mind. Right in front of our parents’ faces, she lunged at me with a knife, stabbing me viciously until I died. “It’s all your fault for opening your big mouth! I should have been the one marrying into wealth!” When I opened my eyes again, I found my sister blushing coyly as she held a family meeting. “I think I’m pregnant with Mr. Frost’s baby. What should I do now?” … “Aria Jones, I’m talking to you! Why are you zoning out?” Hearing my sister’s voice, I snapped back from my daze, utterly shocked by the scene before me. My parents sat there, backs straight, unable to hide the greedy anticipation gleaming in their eyes. Brianna sat in the middle of the sofa, looking smugly self-satisfied, her hand gently caressing her still-flat stomach. Seeing me still in a daze, my parents spoke with clear irritation: “Your sister is carrying Mr. Frost’s child. We’re all thrilled about this, so why are you wearing such an ugly expression?” With trembling hands, I pinched my thigh hard, forcing myself to smile. “Sis, I’m absolutely thrilled for you, truly. Congratulations.” Brianna smiled faintly, finally taking her piercing gaze off me. “At least you know your place. But what am I supposed to do now? That night I only got into that room by pure luck, and now trying to reach Mr. Frost again to let him know about his child seems practically impossible. Come on, Aria, tell me—should I take a chance and have this baby, or just get rid of it and be done with it?” My throat constricted painfully as memories from my previous life came flooding back all at once. In my past life, my mind was filled with suspicions. How could she so conveniently stumble into the powerful Mr. Frost’s room? And how would Mr. Frost lose control in such circumstances and sleep with my plain-looking sister? I voiced these doubts aloud and urged my sister to carefully recall what the man looked like. But Brianna frowned deeply, thinking hard for a long time, yet still couldn’t confirm who was actually in the room that night. Witnessing this, my parents left with contemptuous sneers. After a night of anxious deliberation, Brianna finally decided to terminate the pregnancy. “I heard Mr. Frost is 6’1″, but no matter how I try to remember, the man that night seemed about my height. Maybe I really did enter the wrong room. Even if I had the baby, he might not acknowledge us anyway, so I’ll just get an abortion,” she told me before heading to the hospital. However, just after her procedure, news of Mr. Frost’s high-profile marriage to a pregnant Cinderella topped the trending charts. My own sister blamed me for speaking up, suddenly attacking me in a rage, plunging the knife into my chest again and again until my life slipped away. The memory of being murdered by my own flesh and blood sent violent tremors through my body, but I still managed to force my lips into a smile. “Sis, this isn’t just any baby. This is a treasure that could bring you immense wealth and status. I’ve heard Mr. Frost doesn’t have women hanging around him, and his family is actually desperate for him to get married!” Hearing exactly what she craved to hear, Brianna’s eyes curved like crescent moons, her lips curling upward uncontrollably. “So what you’re saying is, the baby in my belly might be the sole heir to carry on the Frost legacy!”

When my parents heard this, their faces immediately lit up with joy, instantly treating my sister as the family hero. “Brianna, you need to take good care of yourself now. You should quit your job right away.” “From now on, you’re not allowed to go out. Let your foolish little sister handle everything. You don’t need to do anything—just stay home and focus on keeping the baby safe!” Hearing this, my sister’s lips curled into a smug smile as she shot me a triumphant glance. I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. In my previous life, my sister had stabbed me eighteen times in front of our parents, each thrust aimed at a vital spot. I had thought my parents would seek justice for me, but not only did they fail to call the police, they helped my sister dispose of my body. My soul hovered in midair, forced to watch helplessly as they cut my body into pieces and discarded it, while telling everyone I had run away with some lowlife I’d fallen for. It was only then that I truly understood—despite my parents’ claims of treating us sisters equally, they had always favored Brianna. Thinking of this, I fought back my tears and joined in their laughter. “Our family’s incredible fortune now rests entirely on my sister’s shoulders.” “Sis, when you marry Mr. Frost, don’t forget about us, okay?” Brianna had never matched my academic achievements growing up, nor was her career as impressive as mine. Now that she finally had a chance to outshine me, she was reveling in it. She lifted her chin proudly in my direction. “I’m thirsty.” I immediately stood up, opened the refrigerator, and took out her favorite yogurt. As soon as Brianna took the yogurt, she screamed and dropped it. “It’s too cold! Is something wrong with your brain?” “I’m pregnant now, carrying Caleb Frost’s baby!” “How dare you give me such cold yogurt? What if it upsets my stomach and something happens to the baby?” My parents frowned instantly, scolding me with displeasure. “Aria, are you trying to harm your sister?” “You ungrateful child! Go back to your room right now and study up on prenatal care!” I maintained my smile, repeatedly agreeing as I turned and walked back to my bedroom amid Brianna’s mocking laughter, closing the door behind me. Outside, their animated discussion continued. Ignoring them, I picked up my phone and quickly searched for the name that had trended in my previous life. To my surprise, that ordinary girl named Scarlett Brown had already been photographed multiple times in intimate situations with Caleb Frost. During a press conference, when someone asked about Scarlett, Caleb hadn’t even denied their relationship. In the photos, the girl wore simple clothes. Though from a modest background, she had a stunningly beautiful face. She could marry Caleb because they were already a couple! My breathing grew increasingly rapid as I searched for Caleb’s whereabouts through gritted teeth. For someone as famous as him, there were always people tracking his movements, so his schedule wasn’t exactly a secret. After reviewing Caleb’s itinerary for the day, I silently put down my phone. Brianna, you think you’ve got one foot in the door of high society because you’re carrying Mr. Frost’s child. Fine then. I’ll study prenatal care diligently and help you maintain this pregnancy so you can deliver this baby safely. I want to see if holding this child will actually fulfill your absurd dream of marrying into wealth!

Brianna now considers herself superior to others, demanding only the best of everything. She insists I buy her the most expensive loungewear, the finest non-slip slippers, and the rarest nutritional ingredients. Before work, I must prepare bird’s nest soup for her, and after work, I must immediately present imported fruits. She even specifies mountain spring water for drinking. Meanwhile, my parents watch all this with smiling faces. “Hurry up! If you neglect your sister’s baby, we won’t forgive you!” “Useless thing, you’re not even worth your sister’s little toe!” I endure silently. After two busy days, I finally hear the news of Caleb and Scarlett’s marriage. “Sis, look at the news!” I call out. Hearing my shout, Brianna frowns and immediately scolds me: “Are you trying to get yourself killed by shouting like that? Can you take responsibility if you scare Mr. Frost’s baby?” “Keep that phone away from me! It has radiation! Wealthy families take fetal education very seriously. If it affects my baby, my future in-laws might not say anything, but they’ll be displeased!” I listen to her nagging, struggling to hold back my laughter. “Sis, Caleb got married.” “You might never meet those in-laws you keep talking about.” Brianna’s exaggerated expression freezes instantly, and she collapses onto the floor.

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My childhood companion Avery Johnson’s Uncle Oscar committed suicide. Before his death, someone found hundreds of unsent love letters in his drawer. Each letter was addressed to me. So, in this second chance at life, when my mother asked if I wanted to marry my childhood friend Avery, I shook my head and resolutely chose to marry his Uncle Oscar instead. I harbor a secret—I’ve been reborn. In my previous life, I chose to marry my childhood sweetheart Avery. However, after our marriage, Avery was frequently absent from home. Later, when I suffered severe bleeding during pregnancy, he abandoned me in my dangerous condition simply because his first love Stella Locke said, “The power’s out at my place, and I’m scared.” He left without hesitation. In a tragic end, both my life and that of my unborn child were lost in one cruel stroke. After my death, Avery didn’t shed a single tear. He even complained that my death had disrupted his travel plans with his first love. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day my mother asked me who I wanted to marry… 1 “Amanda Brown, have you really thought this through? You and Avery grew up together as true childhood sweethearts. Are you sure you want to marry his Uncle Oscar?” Faced with my mother’s repeated questioning, I consistently answered, “Yes, I’m sure.” “Alright, as long as you truly love him! Your father and I will start arranging your wedding right away!” My mother was even more eager than I was. That very day, she went to ask Oscar about his thoughts. After receiving his affirmative response, she rushed to the wedding planning company to book an outdoor venue. Shortly after booking the wedding venue, Avery called. His voice was filled with impatience: “Amanda, have you no shame? You initially forced our families to arrange our marriage, and now you’ve gone behind my back to book a wedding venue? Don’t you have any dignity as a woman? Are you that desperate to get married? Amanda, you look so cheap right now, I honestly can’t stand the sight of you!” I pressed my lips tightly together, pausing briefly before explaining: “Avery, I never intended to marry you in this lifetime. The person I want to marry is…” But he didn’t give me a chance to finish, interrupting me with a cold laugh: “Amanda, so you’ve learned to play hard to get now! Why didn’t I see through your true spaghetti intentions earlier! No matter how perfectly you plan this wedding, it won’t change anything. I love Stella, and she’s the only one I’ll ever marry. My heart belongs completely to Stella! The way you’re acting makes me sick!” With that, he hung up, leaving me to swallow the explanation I wanted to give. Never mind. Soon enough, he’d discover I wasn’t planning to marry him at all. My family and the Johnson family were old friends with deep ties. Avery and I grew up together in the same compound, sharing every childhood moment as truly inseparable companions. After we came of age, our parents arranged our marriage. But in my previous life, he suddenly proposed canceling our engagement to marry someone else. I refused to agree, which led to a huge argument. Although I eventually married Avery as I wished, he rarely came home after our wedding. When I finally became pregnant, he moved in with Stella, and I barely saw him except during family gatherings. Near my due date, the family elders forced me to return home. However, on the first night back, we had a fierce argument that caused me to hemorrhage. I was terrified and begged Avery to take me to the hospital, but one phone call from Stella was enough to make him leave. In the end, mother and child perished together—my poor baby never even had a chance to see this world. After my death, Avery didn’t even attend my funeral, immediately taking Stella on vacation instead. My parents, heartbroken, fell ill and passed away shortly after. My family’s assets ultimately fell into Avery’s hands, while he and Stella grew old together, surrounded by children and grandchildren. In my previous life, marrying Avery led to the tragic end of losing both my family and my life. In this life, I absolutely cannot repeat that mistake. I must protect those who truly love me.

2 After we finalized the wedding venue, my mother kept urging me to pick out a wedding dress. Oscar Hunter had already selected our wedding rings abroad, designed by one of the most renowned international designers. Since he was negotiating business overseas and couldn’t return immediately, he sent me a black card as an apology. I had reserved the latest design from Christmas, a famous designer brand, which had just been air-shipped this morning. The store assistant called to invite me for a fitting. But as soon as I walked into the bridal shop, I saw Avery sitting in the waiting area. When he looked up and saw me, his brows immediately furrowed tightly. “What are you doing here?” I answered softly, “Trying on a wedding dress.” Perhaps my expression was too calm, as he seemed surprised before scoffing, “Amanda, are there really no other men in this world? Do you absolutely have to marry me?” I stared at this face that couldn’t be more familiar to me, a bitter smile forming at the corner of my lips. I simply couldn’t connect this man before me with the Avery who once carried me on his back when I had stomach pains, desperately running through the pouring rain. Ever since Stella appeared, he was no longer the Avery who had carefully protected me. Fortunately, in this life, I finally didn’t have to be entangled with him anymore. I looked at him calmly and responded coolly, “Avery, I told you, I’m not going to marry you. You’re right, there are other men in this world, and I won’t cling to you anymore.” With that, I didn’t even glance at him again and walked straight into the wedding dress display area. Avery suddenly grabbed my wrist from behind, his tone severe, “Amanda! What exactly are you trying to do?” I struggled hard to shake him off, but his grip was too strong. I sighed helplessly, “Avery, what do you want? I said I’ll never want to marry you in this lifetime, and I won’t cling to you anymore. Isn’t that exactly what you want?” He kept a stern face and sneered, “You deliberately chose today to try on wedding dresses, and you say you don’t want to marry me?” He glanced toward the fitting room, his eyes full of love. “Stella is the woman I love most in this life. You might as well forget about it completely! I told my family last night that I want to cancel our engagement. Even if the whole family disagrees, I will marry Stella, no matter the cost!” The “cost” Avery spoke of was simply giving up everything the Johnson family had given him. He had started his own company with his abilities, and it was doing quite well, but compared to the Johnson family’s enterprises, it was nothing. I smiled politely and said softly, “Well, I wish you both happiness. Don’t worry, I’m about to marry someone else soon anyway, so our engagement is already invalid.” I gestured for Avery to let go, but he stared at me intently, refusing to release me. “Amanda, what trick are you playing now? Besides marrying me, who else could you possibly marry?” My wrist hurt from his grip, so much that tears welled up in my eyes. Just then, Stella walked out. She exclaimed in surprise, “Avery, what are you two doing?” Avery immediately released my hand and quickly walked to Stella’s side, trying to hold her hand. Stella instinctively pulled away, and he immediately understood, saying, “I’ll go to the bathroom and wash my hands thoroughly. Wait for me!” Stella and I locked eyes, and her eyes couldn’t hide her contempt and triumph. Only then did I notice that the wedding dress she was wearing was actually the one I had reserved. The store assistant who followed her out anxiously called after her, “Ms. Locke, this dress has already been reserved by someone else! Please look at other styles. We just air-shipped several new designs this morning!” Stella glared at the assistant unhappily and said fiercely, “My fiancé is the future heir of the Johnson family and is very close with your boss! My fiancé said I can try on whichever dress I want, and he can afford it! Besides, this dress was only reserved, not purchased, so why can’t I try it on?” Then Stella turned to me with malice, “Amanda, don’t you agree? Even marriages can be called off, let alone a mere reservation for a wedding dress.” The assistant finally noticed I had arrived and was nearly in tears. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Brown. This dress just arrived this morning, and I didn’t have time to put it away before Ms. Locke tried it on!” I didn’t want to make things difficult for the assistant, and since someone else had already worn the dress, I didn’t want it anymore. I smiled dismissively at the assistant, “It’s fine. If Ms. Locke likes it, let her have it. You received a signature piece this morning too, right? Take me to see it.” I patted the black card in my bag. Since my future husband was so eager for me to spend his money, I’d indulge him just this once. Avery came out just in time to hear my last sentence. He looked at me coldly, “Amanda, can you stop embarrassing yourself here? I said I’m marrying Stella, not you. Why are you making a fool of yourself? And do you know how much that signature piece costs? Ten million! How could you possibly afford it?” I smiled, took out the black card, and handed it to the assistant, “No need to try it on. I’ll take it!” With Avery’s shocked expression and Stella’s envious glare behind me, I turned and left.

3 That evening, I had a video call with Oscar. This was my first time “talking” face-to-face with him since my rebirth, and I felt somewhat nervous. We had agreed to go to the civil affairs bureau on the morning of his return to get our marriage certificate. Although we were about to become husband and wife, I still found it a bit amusing, considering we barely knew each other. Avery called immediately after, interrogating me: “Amanda, where did you get the money to buy such an expensive wedding dress? You haven’t been doing something shady behind my back, have you? And your behavior at the bridal shop today—that was deliberately targeting Stella again, wasn’t it? Haven’t I warned you to stop bothering my fiancée? You’ve been busy preparing for a wedding these past few days just to force me to marry you, right? Let me tell you, no matter what you do, I will never marry you!” I had just finished my call with Oscar and was in a good mood, but Avery completely ruined it. Irritated, I snapped back: “Avery, this is the last time I’m explaining this to you—the person I’m marrying is not you!” He was driving me crazy, but no matter how I explained, he refused to believe me. That night, Avery updated his Facebook status: “Getting our marriage certificate on the 18th of this month with my first love. All friends are welcome to witness our happiness!” Good for them, they were getting their certificate. Unfortunately, Oscar and I had also scheduled to get ours on the same day. Avery had been busy taking wedding photos with Stella these past few days, so he hadn’t bothered me again. On the day we were to get our certificates, I wore my multi-million-dollar wedding dress and waited outside the civil affairs bureau for Oscar. Just thinking about his amazed expression when he saw me made me smile. I deliberately waited until after Avery and Stella had gone inside before getting out of my car, as I didn’t want any unnecessary trouble on such an important day. But unexpectedly, I couldn’t avoid it. “Amanda? Is that you?” A man who entered after me called out, immediately drawing the attention of Avery’s group waiting in line ahead. “My God, today is Brother Ji and his wife’s big day, and you’re dressed so formally? You’re truly a dedicated ‘fangirl,’ wearing a wedding dress to chase him all the way to the civil affairs bureau!” Hearing the commotion, Avery walked over. When he saw it was really me, his face darkened, and he shouted: “Amanda, what are you doing here? Dressed like this? How desperate can you be? Do you think I’ll marry you if you do this? If that’s what you’re thinking, you’re wasting your time! I will never marry you. The only person I’m marrying is Stella!” As he spoke, he pulled Stella close and gave me a challenging look. I was both speechless and amused. I said firmly, “I’ve told you, the person I’m marrying is not you! And I’m certainly not dressed like this for you! My fiancé will be here any minute, so please stay away from me!” His friends burst into laughter, mocking me for going to extremes to marry Avery and joking that I had taken “fangirling” to a new level. “Amanda, we’re all tired of your playing hard to get! Stop dreaming—Brother Ji is about to get his marriage certificate with his fiancée! If you’re that desperate to get married, just pick one of us. Honestly, I’d like to try being Brother Ji’s ‘devoted fangirl’ for once!” Avery smirked contemptuously: “You guys are actually interested in such a boring, flavorless woman? Forget it. Whoever can get her, she’s yours. I wouldn’t take her even if she were given to me for free!” Hearing Avery’s insulting words, I could no longer contain my anger. I raised my hand to slap him, but he caught my wrist. I glared at him fiercely: “Avery, are you incapable of understanding? I’ve said it before—the person I’m marrying today is not you! And it has never been you!” He didn’t get angry; instead, he laughed: “Amanda, who would believe that? You’ve been dreaming of marrying me since you were five, and these past Christmases you’ve been crazy in love with me, even resorting to forcing a marriage. But now you say you’re not marrying me? Fine, tell me then, where is this person you’re dressed up for? It’s been quite a while, and they’re still nowhere to be seen?” I yanked my hand away from his grip, my face flushed with anger. His humiliating words had brought tears to my eyes. Just then, a deep voice sounded from behind me: “Avery, let her go!”

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