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During Christmas, my husband asked his childhood sweetheart to give me a few hamburgers. After eating the first hamburger, the hospital notified me that my physical examination results were ready, confirming I had cancer. Yet simultaneously, my husband’s childhood sweetheart’s leukemia mysteriously disappeared, and she was suddenly glowing with health. After eating the second hamburger, my restaurant was suddenly exposed for food safety issues, faced massive compensation claims, and ultimately went bankrupt. Meanwhile, my husband’s childhood sweetheart won a gold medal at an international cake competition. After eating the third hamburger, my parents died from carbon monoxide poisoning at home. I was suspected of killing my parents for insurance money and was despised by everyone. Suffering from poverty and illness, I froze to death under a bridge. Meanwhile, my husband’s childhood sweetheart was recognized by her billionaire biological parents, gaining both fame and fortune, receiving endless love, and forming a perfect couple with my husband, living happily ever after. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to Christmas Day when I was about to eat those hamburgers. 1 “Here, try a bite. Alyssa made this hamburger especially for you, it smells delicious…” In the blink of an eye, Harrison Moore had already picked up a hamburger and held it to my lips. I jumped up from my seat as if sitting on pins, grabbed my bag and headed for the door. “I’m not eating anymore, you two carry on. I suddenly have a business meeting to attend, I need to go out.” This familiar scene made me instantly realize I had been reborn. I remembered how in my previous life, as I lay dying, Harrison and Alyssa Locke came to mock me, saying they had exchanged a few “lucky” hamburgers for my good fortune. It was all because I was too stupid and too kind, trusting them so easily! Now, I was walking away without hesitation. Let’s see whose good luck they could steal this time! Harrison’s eyes reddened with anxiety as he blocked the doorway. “Honey, don’t rush. I’ll pack the hamburger for you to eat on the way. Otherwise, once you get busy, you’ll forget to eat and ruin your stomach. Or I could go with you and make sure you eat?” Harrison was like a shadow I couldn’t shake off, insisting on watching me eat the hamburger. I matched his tone, lying with a straight face: “No need. My business partner said they’ll treat me to a big meal after our meeting. If I eat a hamburger now, I won’t have room for anything else.” Harrison’s brows knotted into a tight frown. “Well… at least eat one hamburger? It’s Alyssa’s gesture of goodwill, and eating hamburgers on Christmas is supposed to bring good luck.” Looking at Harrison’s fake concern for me, I felt nothing but disgust. I snapped: “No time, I’m in a hurry! Harrison!” I pushed him aside and reached for the doorknob, but Harrison kept squeezing in front of me, constantly urging me to eat at least one hamburger, pushing it toward my face. Furious, I angrily swatted the hamburger out of his hand, sending it crashing to the floor! “Great, now the hamburger’s on the floor. What are you going to make me eat now? This is your fault for pressuring me.” “Not only did you waste food, but you also broke the plate. How unlucky on Christmas! It’s all because of you bringing bad luck. Pah! You only bring misfortune wherever you go!” Harrison was stunned by my accusatory attitude. I quickly pushed the door open, but Alyssa grabbed my wrist! “Sister, don’t blame Harrison. It doesn’t matter that the hamburger fell. I made several especially for you. I have plenty more—just take one bite, please.” I felt a suffocating pressure in my chest. Why was Alyssa so persistent? I snapped: “Are you deaf? I’m rushing to make money, I don’t have time! Stop blocking me. Since you’re so free, why don’t you clean up the floor instead!” Alyssa was also stunned by my outburst. Previously, I had been kind to Harrison and polite to Alyssa by extension. But after being reborn, who would be polite to their enemies! However, I had come to Harrison’s hometown for a family dinner, and the table was surrounded by his extended family. Seeing that I had scolded both him and Alyssa, these people were not pleased. His uncle said with a snide, condescending tone: “Well, we understand! She’s a big boss who looks down on us village folk. She thinks it’s beneath her to eat at the same table with us, that’s why she’s in such a hurry to leave.” Harrison’s second aunt joined in stirring up trouble: “Exactly! That’s why we said Harrison should have married Alyssa instead. Then us old folks wouldn’t be looked down upon. What a shame!” “Harrison’s wife, if that’s not what you meant, then you must pick up this hamburger and eat it today! Don’t you know to respect food?” “Life was so hard in the past. We would wash and eat things picked from garbage heaps. And here you are being picky? In my opinion, you and Harrison aren’t meant to be together. You might as well end it…” These self-important elders had always favored Alyssa in my previous life and had given me no end of trouble. For Harrison’s sake, I had endured it again and again. Now, I clapped my hands with gleeful satisfaction and said: “You’re right. I do think your entire family is beneath me, and I don’t want to continue this marriage. Harrison, let’s get divorced. See you at the civil affairs bureau!” Harrison suddenly panicked. If he divorced me, how could he help Alyssa steal my good fortune?

2 Harrison was so frightened that he immediately cursed at his relatives: “Shut up! All of you stop meddling!” His aunts and uncles felt wronged and said, “Harrison, we’re only doing this for your own good…” Then they took turns criticizing him for being disrespectful and unfilial to his elders. Harrison’s headache was getting worse; he felt like his head was about to explode. I took the opportunity to walk toward the door. From behind came Alyssa’s crying, tinged with a deliberately feminine, tearful voice: “Sister, just go. I know you’re disgusted by my leukemia and think I’m dirty, which is why you won’t eat the hamburger I made with my own hands. I don’t have many days left, and all I wanted was to have one last family meal with you all. Won’t you even grant me this wish?… Waaah, my darling fan babies, I’m so heartbroken!” Alyssa was sobbing and complaining directly into the camera. That’s when I realized she had started a livestream! With her persona as a beautiful woman fighting illness, she had already amassed over a million followers. I immediately checked my phone and saw that her livestream already had hundreds of thousands of viewers, with the number constantly increasing. The comment section was flooded with people cursing at me! “Who is this woman? She’s so cold-blooded. That smug face makes me want to punch her! Leukemia isn’t contagious, what’s wrong with eating a hamburger?” “She’s obviously looking down on her. Thinks she’s so high and mighty. Wait, I recognize her—that’s Kennedy Thompson, the CEO of that restaurant chain.” “Let’s expose her, get her trending, and boycott her business. Don’t spend money at her restaurants and support this heartless woman!” Seeing Alyssa’s secretly smirking lips, I felt both angry and anxious. Christmas was the peak season for restaurant bookings. If the public boycotted now, the losses would be enormous and impossible to recover from! Alyssa continued her fake act: “My precious little fans, don’t misunderstand. I think my sister was just in a hurry to discuss some business deal and snapped at me in the heat of the moment.” She picked up another hamburger and said, “If my sister just takes one bite of this hamburger, it will prove she doesn’t discriminate against sick people, and everyone can stop affecting the business she worked so hard to build.” The comments were flooding in, demanding that I eat the hamburger. The way things were going, if I didn’t eat it, I wouldn’t have a peaceful day! But in the next second, I opened the hospital’s official account on my phone and pointed the electronic appointment record at Alyssa’s livestream camera, crying out loudly: “I’m a patient too! Please leave me alone.” I explained how I, this workaholic spaghetti, had ruined my stomach from irregular meals while building my business—all true. Then I made up a story about how my stomach had been burning like fire lately, that I’d even vomited blood, and suspected stomach cancer, which was why I’d scheduled a medical examination. “I might not have much time left either. I was feeling terrible and just wanted to find a place to cry alone. There’s already one sick person here, and I didn’t want to bring everyone down. That’s why I was rushing out. My stomach hurts, and I can’t eat anything, but Alyssa insisted I stay. I got upset and lost my temper. I’m sorry for ruining everyone’s Christmas!” After seeing my previous medical records, the viewers believed me even more. The tide of public opinion immediately shifted, and they started blaming Alyssa instead. “Alyssa, just because you’re sick, you can’t see that she’s suffering too? Did you have to force her to cry in public before you’d be satisfied?” “This poor CEO worked so hard to get where she is, and just when she could finally enjoy life, she got sick. How tragic! And you nearly destroyed her business—that’s so cruel!” Seeing the situation turning against her, Alyssa collapsed on the floor crying, speaking in that fake, theatrical tone: “It’s all my fault! My leukemia is getting worse, and my eyes aren’t working well. I couldn’t tell my sister was suffering. I’m hurting people! I should have died long ago!” Immediately, her die-hard fans came to her defense: “Don’t forget, Alyssa is the real patient here. As for that CEO, she hasn’t even been diagnosed yet. What’s she crying about? If she’s this fragile, I’m surprised she hasn’t died of fright already!” Perfect opportunity! I immediately shouted that I didn’t want to live anymore, covered my face, and ran away, putting on a full suicidal act and playing up my vulnerability to the max. With that, both the people criticizing me and Alyssa’s livestream were immediately flooded with a tidal wave of angry comments. “How could you push a sick person like that? What if something happens to her? And Alyssa, you started all this—you’re at fault too!” Alyssa’s face turned green from all the criticism. Meanwhile, I was already driving, racing toward the hospital. Although I hadn’t received any cancer diagnosis notification this time, I decided to go to the hospital in person to be sure. However, halfway there, a sudden, intense pain shot through my stomach! I managed to drive to the hospital entrance, but as soon as I got out of the car, everything started spinning, and I collapsed to the ground. Why? I hadn’t even touched those hamburgers, so why was this happening?

3 I don’t know how much time had passed when I heard my parents crying, saying, “Our daughter is still Christmas young! If someone had to get sick, it should have been us. Why did she have to be the one with cancer?” Beside them, Harrison was putting on a fake show: “Mom, Dad, it’s all my fault for not taking better care of Kennedy. Don’t worry, I’ll stay with her until the very end…” But in my previous life, wasn’t I killed by Harrison? I jolted upright in my hospital bed, struggling to sit up. Harrison put on a concerned face and said, “Honey, you’re awake. Did… did you hear everything just now? Since you know you have stomach cancer, you really shouldn’t be starving yourself.” He handed me a still-warm hamburger. “Here, have a burger.” I felt a bone-chilling terror! In my previous life, Harrison had tricked me into eating a second hamburger with these exact same words after I was hospitalized with stomach cancer. Then I received the call about the restaurant incident, followed by the business going bankrupt. I couldn’t afford hospital treatment and lived miserably! Thinking of this, I violently slapped the hamburger out of his hand. “Get out! Harrison, I told you I want a divorce!” Harrison knelt on the floor picking up the mess, looking pitiful as he said, “Kennedy, I know you look down on me for coming from a rural background, and you look down on things from my family, but I’m really thinking about your health. Cancer patients shouldn’t go hungry. Even if you just take one bite… I won’t agree to a divorce. I want to take care of you. After you recover, if you still don’t want me, I’ll accept it!” After Harrison’s performance, passing patients began pointing fingers at me. “With such a good husband, what’s this woman complaining about? She must be a terrible person to deserve cancer as karma!” My parents were moved by him too and tried to persuade me: “Kennedy, be reasonable. Harrison’s sincerity is rare. Just eat something.” Mom picked up the remaining hamburger and held it to my lips, tears in her eyes as she said, “If you reach the point where you can’t eat anything, that’s the end! Please eat something, if only to give your parents peace of mind!” The elderly woman’s tone was almost begging. Looking at their graying hair, I nearly gave in on impulse. But just as I opened my mouth, I turned my head away and refused. “I won’t eat a hamburger. I’ll eat something else. Shouldn’t you be considering the patient’s feelings right now? Just seeing Harrison makes me upset. I can’t eat anything!” At this, my parents had no choice but to ask Harrison to leave first. I breathed a sigh of relief as my father wiped his tears and brought me a bowl of soup. “Alright, Kennedy, whatever issues you have with Harrison, you’ll at least eat what your parents made, right? Don’t starve yourself.” I nodded and opened the thermos. A strong meaty smell hit me. Something felt wrong. I asked, “Mom, Dad, don’t you usually make clear mushroom soup?” Dad stammered, “It’s a holiday, so of course we should eat more meat. We made you egg and ground meat soup…” My parents were honest people who blushed whenever they lied. I said sternly, “If you don’t tell me the truth, I won’t eat anything today!” Having been reborn, I needed to be exceptionally vigilant. Mom immediately rushed to my bedside, crying as she confessed: “Kennedy, you can’t go hungry! This soup is from Harrison! He said you had a little argument, and he was afraid you’d be angry and refuse to eat what he brought, which would hurt your stomach. So he asked us to help so he could take care of you…” My teeth clenched in fury! Looking carefully, the ground meat in the soup was actually hamburger filling, with the bun mixed in so thoroughly you couldn’t notice unless you looked closely. Harrison was determined to harm me! Just then, the doctor came in for rounds and frowned, saying, “Didn’t I tell the family it’s just acute gastritis? Why are you crying so sadly? This really affects the patient’s mood.” Mom froze, then said, “But Harrison said it was stomach cancer. He told us to quickly feed Kennedy more food so she could hold on…” I gave a cold laugh. Harrison had manipulated my parents and given me quite a “surprise.” I was actually fine, and now it was his turn! Why not give him a “surprise” of my own? I took the thermos and walked downstairs. Harrison hadn’t left yet; he was still waiting there. “Honey, why did you come down?” I smiled with a hint of mischief and said, “I think I’ll have more appetite if I eat while walking. Want to join me?” Harrison naturally wanted to keep an eye on me. So he watched helplessly as I walked to the hospital entrance, raised my hand, and poured the entire bowl of meat soup out for several stray mangy dogs! I wanted to see what kind of fate Alyssa, Harrison’s secret lover, would exchange with these stray dogs this time. Seeing this, Harrison let out a terrible cry and lunged forward, fighting with the dogs for the food!

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A week before our wedding, my fiancée successfully got pregnant using my brother’s frozen embryo. She posted the pregnancy test results on social media with the caption: “Fortunate to let our love continue in another way.” My brother commented below: “Meeting you is my greatest luck.” My mother quickly added: “Thank you for your hard work, Jocelyn White. Oscar Jones should put that apartment solely in your name!” I quietly commented: “Congratulations.” My fiancée immediately called to berate me: “Your brother can’t have children anymore. It’s just one child, and the baby still carries your Jones family bloodline! How can you be so petty as his older brother?” I chuckled softly and casually dialed a number: “Want to get married?” The person on the other end went silent for a moment, then erupted in jubilation. “Really? You finally came around! I’ll book my flight back right now! No backing out now—I’ll see you at the registry office next week! Honey~” That last coquettish “honey” caught me off guard, making even the tips of my ears inexplicably warm. The slight regret I felt about being too impulsive instantly vanished. Perhaps this was for the best. Meanwhile, my fiancée Jocelyn updated her Facebook again. I clicked to find photos of her massaging Hugo Jones’ legs. In the pictures, she was all smiles, without a trace of disgust. The comment section was filled with teasing remarks from Jocelyn’s friends. Sharp-eyed, I spotted a comment from my brother Hugo: “If only we had met before you were promised to another.” The implication was crystal clear. Jocelyn showed no restraint in her reply: “It’s never too late to follow your heart.” Below, Jocelyn’s girlfriends chimed in with more teasing and congratulations. Apparently, everyone around her knew about her affair with Hugo behind my back, yet whenever they saw me, they still criticized my every move. I used to think I wasn’t good enough, but now I realize it was simply because they all knew Jocelyn’s heart belonged to Hugo. My heart throbbed with pain. I felt like a complete fool. Just then, I received test results from the hospital. They showed a tumor in my stomach with risk of malignancy, requiring immediate surgery. The procedure needed a family member’s signature. I couldn’t count on my mother or Hugo. After much hesitation, I called Jocelyn. “Could you come to the hospital tomorrow? I need surgery—” Before I could finish, Jocelyn impatiently cut me off. “Oscar, aren’t you being a total pain? Just because I’m pregnant with your brother’s child, you’re making up stories about needing surgery to get attention? How pathetic for a grown man to use such tactics! Do you know that because of your comment, Hugo feels so guilty he’s depressed? He’s your own brother—can’t you be more generous and treat his child as your own? I’m busy comforting Hugo. You’re not dying, so stop bothering me, or the wedding is off!” She hung up furiously, giving me no chance to explain. I let out a bitter laugh, having lost count of how many times she’d threatened to call off our wedding. Whenever I showed the slightest disapproval of her relationship with Hugo, she would use our marriage as leverage. Especially after Hugo’s car accident that left his legs disabled. “If it weren’t for you, how would Hugo have injured his legs? How can you be so selfish?” “Hugo is your brother, and I’m his sister-in-law. What’s wrong with taking care of him? Why are you, a grown man, so petty?!” “If Hugo hadn’t kept persuading me, I wouldn’t want to marry you at all. You’re not even half as considerate as Hugo!” I’d heard such words too many times to count. But the truth was, Hugo had the accident while pretending to deliver medicine to me, when he was actually sneaking off to meet her. While I was working myself to exhaustion to buy her dream house and give her a better life—drinking until I suffered severe stomach bleeding and collapsed—she was secretly dating my own brother under the pretense of taking care of me. Before, I feared losing her, so I subconsciously avoided thinking about these things. I never defended myself, just apologized. But now, I decided to let her go. “Fine. The wedding is off.” With that, for the first time this Christmas, I hung up on Jocelyn first.

The next day, I went to the hospital alone. I signed the surgery consent form myself. When the doctor asked, I calmly replied, “I’m practically an orphan.” The surgery went relatively well. I stayed in the hospital for three days before the doctor said I could go home to recover. During this time, neither my mother nor Jocelyn sent me a single call or text message. Yet somehow, I felt a long-forgotten sense of peace. After being discharged, I boarded the bus home. As we passed through the university district, memories of Jocelyn and me flooded back. It might sound hard to believe, but initially, Jocelyn was the one who pursued me. Back then, she was full of youthful energy and boldness, even confessing her feelings for me in front of the entire school. Despite my repeated rejections, she never lost heart, showing me affection I’d never experienced before. Inevitably, I fell for her. During our senior year at Christmas, her father was defrauded of his business funds and fell seriously ill. Their once-privileged family was suddenly drowning in debt. During that period, I worked internships by day and part-time jobs by night, not only comforting her exhausted mind and body but also supporting both of us financially. That’s when my stomach problems began. Fortunately, her father later received help from a kind benefactor, and they recovered part of the stolen funds. Things gradually improved, and we set a date for our wedding. Until Hugo returned from abroad, and her heart changed… I got off the bus and arrived home. As soon as I pushed open the door, the scene before me left me utterly shocked and horrified. Our carefully decorated wedding home was in complete disarray. The house that had been clean and tidy when I left was now littered with takeout boxes, with cockroaches crawling over them. On the balcony, my carefully nurtured succulents had been maliciously uprooted. Through the open bedroom door, I saw Hugo sitting on my bed while Jocelyn crouched beside him, coaxing him to take medicine. My mother lounged carelessly on my new sofa. The cushion I’d specially selected—printed with a photo of Jocelyn and me—had been torn to shreds by Hugo’s dog, with stuffing spilling out everywhere. “What are you doing here?” Seeing me return, my mother merely glanced at me, snorted, and said, “Jocelyn is carrying a Jones family child. I thought this apartment of yours was quite nice—it was meant to be your marital home anyway—so I let Jocelyn and Hugo move in together.” “This is my wedding home. What right does he have to live here?!” I looked at Hugo, who was hiding behind Jocelyn with smug eyes, and took a deep breath before saying, “Besides, I no longer plan to marry Jocel—” Before I could finish, my mother rushed over, grabbed my arm, and started hitting me. “I’ll kill you, you ungrateful wretch! Hugo is your own brother. He broke his leg because of you! What’s wrong with letting him stay in your apartment? If you ask me, you should just transfer the deed to him! Besides, Jocelyn is now carrying Hugo’s child—of course the baby’s father and mother should live together. As for you, contributing nothing all day—how do you expect to support Jocelyn and Hugo’s child?!” I almost laughed bitterly at the absurdity. Since childhood, my mother never liked me. When she was pregnant with me, my father had an affair. After I was born, she directed all her resentment toward me, though none of it was my fault. As a child, I still craved maternal love, striving for top grades, handling all household chores, saving money to buy her gifts, carefully trying to please her. But none of that compared to Hugo doing nothing at all. Later, when I told her about my plans to get married, her first reaction was to make it clear I shouldn’t expect her to provide any dowry or wedding gifts, let alone help with buying a house. She even handed me an account book, telling me to repay everything once I had money. The book recorded every expense spent on me since childhood, down to erasers costing mere pennies. Most ironically, the total she’d spent on me from birth until now amounted to only fifty thousand yuan—a pittance. From that moment on, I stopped hoping for any maternal love. I felt warmth on my forehead. When I touched it, there was blood. Taking a deep breath, I looked at the three people in the room: my birth mother, my brother, and the woman I had planned to spend my life with. My mind had never been clearer. “Hugo, you know perfectly well how your leg was broken!” Hugo’s eyes darted away for a moment. I smiled sarcastically and said, “This apartment is mine. If you want it, fine—pay for it. And…” I turned to Jocelyn, “If you didn’t hear me clearly on the phone, let me say it again: I’m letting you and Hugo be together. This wedding is off, for good!”

The room suddenly fell silent, and the expressions on the three faces weren’t pleasant. Jocelyn’s face showed a rare hint of panic as she walked toward me, seemingly wanting to explain something. Just then, my phone rang. I pulled it out and saw a reminder text from the Civil Affairs Bureau about our appointment tomorrow morning at eight to get our marriage certificate. I was stunned for a moment before remembering it was Susan Hall. We hadn’t contacted each other since that phone call. I assumed she was just kidding back then—marriage isn’t a small matter, after all. But unexpectedly, she had made an appointment at the Civil Affairs Bureau, and it was scheduled for tomorrow morning at eight. Why was she in such a hurry? I couldn’t help recalling how she had sweetly called me “husband” on the phone that day, and my ears began to heat up again. Jocelyn glimpsed the message content and sighed with relief. “Oscar, I know you’re just saying these things because I’ve been neglecting you lately. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be on time for our appointment tomorrow.” Then, noticing the medicine bag in my hand, she took my hand and softened her tone. “Were you really sick? I thought you were lying. But seeing you standing here just fine, it can’t be anything serious. I promise I’ll make time for you from now on.” I didn’t explain. She took my silence as agreement and pulled me into the study. “Where’s that amulet I gave you before? Give it to me—Hugo wants it.” Her words struck me like lightning. “What did you say?” Though the amulet wasn’t valuable, it was something Jocelyn had gotten for me when she was pursuing me, kneeling at every third step on her way to the temple, a traditional act of devotion. She had even fallen ill because of it. It was precisely because of this that I vowed never to let her down, and I’d kept the amulet with me at all times. Jocelyn became irritated. “If you want one, I’ll buy you another one later. Right now, Hugo’s in a bad mood because of his broken leg. As his brother, you should be more accommodating!” Accommodating? Haven’t I been accommodating enough all these years? When has Hugo ever not gotten what he wanted? I’m even expected to give up my wife for him! I took off the amulet I had carefully worn around my neck, but didn’t immediately hand it over. “Jocelyn, did you ever really like me?” Jocelyn snatched the amulet from me. “Don’t be ridiculous! I’ve already agreed to marry you tomorrow, what more do you want? If you can’t even part with an amulet, how can I expect you to treat me well in the future?!” With that, she yanked open the study door and left. I stood there, watching drops of blood from my forehead fall onto the light oak floor, and whatever feelings I had left for Jocelyn completely vanished. After leaving, I immediately put the house up for sale. There was something I hadn’t told them—I’d been promoted, but needed to be transferred to another province. I had been hesitant before because I didn’t want to leave Jocelyn, but now I only felt relieved. I checked into a nearby hotel and soon received a video. In the video, the lights were flashing and the music was deafening, clearly at a bar. Jocelyn, dressed scantily, was sitting on Hugo’s lap. They were feeding each other mouth-to-mouth while people around them cheered. Someone nearby asked her, “Didn’t you say you’re getting your marriage certificate with Oscar tomorrow? Won’t he be angry if he finds out about you and his brother?” Jocelyn pressed her entire body against Hugo and replied confidently, “Even if he knows I’m carrying Hugo’s child, he’ll just throw a little tantrum, then rush to make an appointment at the Civil Affairs Bureau for tomorrow morning. Besides, Hugo is his own brother—what’s there to fuss about between family? The child will still be a Jones either way. If he were a real man, he’d be more generous about it!” Everyone around them roared with laughter. “Jocelyn is so impressive, keeping men wrapped around her finger!” “Men should be trained like dogs!” After the video ended, another message came through: [Oscar, you were born to be trampled under my feet!] Of course, I didn’t need to guess who sent the video. But my mood was surprisingly calm, and I even began looking forward to meeting Susan at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow morning. I wonder if after all these years, she’s still the same as before…That night, I enjoyed the best sleep I’d had in a long time. When I woke up in the morning, the thought of seeing the little girl who used to follow me around years ago—and that we were going to get our marriage license—made me inexplicably nervous. I almost arrived late as a result. However, as soon as I reached the civil affairs bureau, I saw Jocelyn, dolled up excessively, pushing Hugo in his wheelchair. She looked me up and down, eyeing my suit with contempt before letting out a scornful laugh. “Seems like you’re taking this marriage license thing quite seriously, cleaning yourself up nicely!” She then pulled out a document from her bag. “But before we get the license, sign this agreement first.” I frowned, about to tell her that she wasn’t the one I was getting married to, but she had already forced the agreement into my arms, adding, “I’m only thinking about our future happiness. This way, you can’t say I took advantage of you later!” Hugo chimed in from the side: “That’s right, bro. Jocelyn stayed up all night working on this agreement. She even consulted Mom to make sure you wouldn’t feel it was unfair!” Not wanting to argue with them in public, I bit back my anger and glanced at the agreement. That one glance was enough to make me laugh sarcastically. [Agreement 1: After marriage, Oscar must treat the child in Jocelyn’s womb as his own, assume parental responsibilities, and pay no less than 10,000 yuan monthly for child support.] [Agreement 2: After marriage, Oscar must allow his brother Hugo to live with them and promise not to interfere with Hugo’s interactions with the child in Jocelyn’s womb.] [Agreement 3: After marriage, Jocelyn has the right to decide whether to have more children, and Oscar cannot interfere.] [Agreement 4: After marriage, Oscar must promise to leave his assets to the child in Jocelyn’s womb…] I couldn’t be bothered to read the rest. Calling this a one-sided agreement would be an understatement—they weren’t even treating me like a human being! Seeing me laugh, Jocelyn frowned and urged, “Oscar, what are you waiting for? Do you still want to get the license or not? Sign it now!” I looked up defiantly and, right in front of them, deliberately tore the agreement to shreds, throwing the pieces in their faces. “What do you take me for? Did you really think I’d sign something like this?” Jocelyn’s expression changed dramatically. She tried to threaten me again, starting to say, “You—” But I cut her off coldly, giving her a sidelong glance. “And who told you I was getting a marriage license with you?” Jocelyn’s face froze. Hugo quickly tried to smooth things over. “Bro, don’t be difficult. Everyone knows you won’t marry anyone but Jocelyn. We’ve finally made it to this day—don’t joke about something as serious as marriage. Besides, your appointment is at eight, right? If not with Jocelyn, who are you getting married to?” Jocelyn recovered her composure, crossing her arms and looking at me arrogantly. “Oscar, you’re just putting on this act to get my attention, aren’t you? I already told you, as soon as you sign this agreement, we can get our license!” I checked the time—it was already 8:10. Yet Susan still hadn’t shown up. Did she have an emergency, or had she changed her mind? Regardless, Jocelyn and I would absolutely never have any relationship again! Just as I was about to speak, a car horn sounded nearby, followed by a clear, sweet female voice: “Honey, I’m sorry I’m late.”

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After my parents divorced, I chose to live with my hardworking and honest community police officer father, while my sister chose to live with our higher-earning influencer mother. After turning eighteen, I became an adult, but my father unfortunately sacrificed his life while saving an elderly man from drowning. Unexpectedly, the rescued elderly man turned out to be the wealthiest man in the country. To express gratitude for my father’s life-saving deed, the billionaire offered ten million dollars as a gift to the family. My sister, who had long since left with our mother, suddenly appeared to claim the ten million. When I tried to argue, my mother berated me, saying I wasn’t their biological child and had no blood relation to my father. Because of my mother’s words, none of our relatives dared to acknowledge me. I ended up homeless and eventually died miserably… When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of my father’s death, when the billionaire was offering the ten million dollars. 1 “Lucy Clark, if you know what’s good for you, get out now!” “You have the audacity to still think about that ten million! Look at yourself—you don’t even qualify for a single penny!” Hearing the sharp scolding, I looked up and met my mother Mia Taylor’s eyes, filled with utter contempt and disgust. But I didn’t care at all, just quietly staring at my father’s memorial portrait. Seeing that I neither left nor responded, my “dear sister” Zora Clark couldn’t help but speak up. Her tone was dripping with mockery: “Lucy, this money is mine. Have some dignity, will you?” Since entering this room, Zora hadn’t spared a single glance at Dad’s photo. All she cared about was the money. Anger surged through my chest. I turned and gave Mia and Zora an ice-cold look, firing back: “You two are the shameless ones! When Dad was alive, you couldn’t care less about him. Now that he’s gone, you come running back to exploit his memory for every last penny. You’re truly despicable!” I straightened my back, not afraid at all, because I had been reborn! In my previous life, my parents had a bad relationship and divorced. I chose to live with my hardworking, honest community police officer father, while my sister Zora followed our higher-earning influencer mother. Dad treated me exceptionally well, and I thought I would continue to be happy, but tragedy struck. On Christmas of my eighteenth year, Dad sacrificed his life saving a drowning elderly man. Surprisingly, the rescued man turned out to be the wealthiest person in the country. To thank my father for saving his life, the billionaire offered ten million dollars as a token of gratitude to the family. My sister Zora, who had long since left with our mother, suddenly stepped forward to claim the ten million. Remembering how Zora used to look down on Dad, only to return now for the money, I was absolutely livid with rage. I argued desperately, not wanting Zora to get the money. But my mother Mia cursed me openly, saying I wasn’t their biological child and had no blood relation to my father. “Lucy was adopted by Noah Clark and me. She has absolutely no right to this ten million!” “Zora is our biological daughter. This money should go to her!” Because of my mother’s words, Zora smoothly took away my father’s death compensation. I ended up homeless, with relatives too afraid to take me in, and eventually died miserably. After my death, my mother and sister squandered the money and, using their status as the family of a national hero, shamelessly profited from his name. Fortunately, I’ve been reborn, returning to the day of my father’s death when the billionaire offered the ten million dollars!

2 My ruthless words left Mia and Zora stunned for several seconds. When they finally came to their senses, their faces instantly turned bright red. Mia secretly glanced at the billionaire sitting on the sofa, noticed his displeased expression, and saw the contemptuous looks from the relatives crowding the doorway to watch the drama. She hurriedly tried to defend herself: “Don’t talk nonsense! Zora was Noah’s most beloved daughter. His compensation should go to Zora, otherwise he wouldn’t rest in peace!” Hearing such shameless words, I almost laughed from anger. I took a deep breath, barely suppressing the urge to slap her twice across the face. Instead of wasting my breath on Mia, I turned to the billionaire sitting on the sofa and said, “Sir, my father and Ms. Zhang divorced years ago, and my sister’s custody went to Ms. Taylor. For years now, they’ve been like strangers to our family. My father’s compensation has nothing to do with either of them.” The billionaire seemed surprised that the situation would escalate so badly over money during a family gathering. He frowned, thought for a moment, then said, “This money is meant for Mr. Clark’s family. In that case, I’ll give it to Mr. Clark’s daughter, Lucy.” As he spoke, he pulled a check from his suit pocket, ready to hand it to me. Before I could reach for it, Mia immediately rushed forward, trying to snatch the check. Fortunately, the billionaire’s bodyguard was quick, blocking Mia with one arm. Afraid I might actually get the money, Mia’s eyes darted around before she shouted at the top of her lungs: “You can’t give the money to Lucy! She’s not Noah’s biological daughter!” The moment Mia’s words left her mouth, gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd, and the billionaire froze. The onlooking relatives began buzzing with gossip. “What? Lucy isn’t Mr. Clark’s real daughter?!” “That can’t be true. Mr. Clark adored Lucy since she was little. How could she not be his daughter?” “Well, Mr. Clark’s ex-wife herself just said it, so it must be true.” … As the gossip spread, Mia noticed everyone starting to doubt, and shot me a smug glance. Zora chimed in to help: “Lucy doesn’t look anything like me, and my mom never liked her. She can’t possibly be his real daughter!” The billionaire looked up at me, then glanced at Zora and Mia, seemingly comparing our appearances. After a long moment, the billionaire finally spoke: “You two sisters indeed look nothing alike!” As soon as the billionaire finished speaking, I heard Mia and Zora chuckle softly. These two thought they had won, but I wasn’t afraid in the slightest. My composure angered Zora. She glared at me fiercely, desperate to get rid of me: “Lucy, you have no business here anymore. Stop blocking me from collecting my father’s money!” I shot her a cold glare and said, “Huh, just because you say I’m not Dad’s daughter, that makes it true? Maybe you’re the one who isn’t his real daughter!” Zora was left speechless by my retort. She was so angry she wanted to lunge at me, but Mia held her back. Mia didn’t take me seriously at all, thinking I could only talk big. So she snorted dismissively: “Lucy, you really aren’t our biological child. You were an abandoned baby Noah took in!”

3 As she spoke, Mia turned to Aunt Eleanor, hoping to get her support. “Aunt Eleanor, you’re a doctor. You know Noah had type B blood and I have type AB. These two blood types can’t produce a child with type O blood, yet Lucy is type O!” Aunt Eleanor looked at me, then at Mia, and nodded. “Well… if Lucy is type O, then she certainly couldn’t be my brother’s biological daughter.” With Aunt Eleanor’s confirmation, the relatives began chattering among themselves. “What a shame. Noah raised this girl all these years, and she’s not even his own.” “Not being his biological daughter is one thing, but trying to take Noah’s compensation money is just too much!” “Exactly! Noah’s compensation should go to Zora, his real daughter!” Despite what everyone was saying, I stood motionless, showing none of the shame they expected to see on my face. Seeing that I wasn’t “thick-skinned” enough to leave, Mia grew anxious. Her eyes suddenly reddened as she began to sob quietly. “Lucy, Noah was kind enough to take you in. We gave you the gift of a home and family. Now that he’s gone, you can’t just claim what rightfully belongs to his biological daughter! How can you be so heartless?” As she spoke, she looked at my father’s memorial photo and threw herself toward it, crying dramatically. Between sobs, she lamented, “Noah, you should never have brought this ungrateful girl home. Now she’s bullying us—your wife and daughter!” Mia’s performance successfully garnered sympathy from everyone present. After all, in everyone’s eyes, Zora, the biological daughter, was clearly more important than me, the adopted one. Everyone believed Zora was the only true Clark bloodline. Aunt Eleanor and the others immediately urged the billionaire to give the money to Zora. Seeing everyone taking her side, Zora became as proud as a peacock displaying its feathers. She quickly changed her previously arrogant demeanor and approached me with fake sincerity. “Sis, Dad is gone now. Please show some mercy and stop causing trouble at his memorial. If you’re really concerned about the money, I can share a little with you. Just let Dad rest in peace!” With mother and daughter playing their parts perfectly, even the billionaire began to waver, ready to give the money to Zora. Just as he was about to speak, I broke my silence. I scanned everyone in the room and challenged Mia: “What good are your words without proof? Do you have any evidence?” She seemed surprised by my composure, disbelief flashing in her eyes, but she quickly recovered. “Lucy, you’re really stubborn! You want evidence? Of course I have it!” Mia walked into my father’s bedroom and retrieved a small metal box from the cabinet, taking out a piece of paper. In front of everyone, she unfolded the paper and announced loudly, “This is Lucy’s adoption certificate. Here’s your proof!” Mia passed the paper around for everyone to see before it finally reached my hands. The yellowed document was indeed the certificate of my adoption by the Clarks, and it confirmed my blood type as O, just as Mia had claimed. Mia stared at me intently, barely containing her excitement. “Lucy, are you satisfied now? I didn’t want things to get this ugly, but you forced my hand! Stop making a scene in front of Noah!” Just when everyone thought I had nothing more to say, I let out a soft laugh and tore the adoption certificate in half.

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My boyfriend had a female “meal buddy” at his company. They shared meals year-round with perfectly matched tastes. He ate egg whites while she ate the yolks; he gnawed on chicken feet while she enjoyed the drumsticks; he ate the bottoms of strawberries, she ate the tips. He even brought her along for birthday celebrations. “Tired of work meals, so I brought my little meal buddy for a treat.” When I couldn’t stand it anymore and demanded they maintain boundaries, he patted her head and smiled at me: “Don’t worry, she’s just a meal buddy.” We had a long cold war over this. Later, when he thought I had learned my lesson, he came with flowers, only to be shocked seeing a man peek out from under my blanket, staring coldly at him. He growled with reddened eyes: “Who is he?” Leaning against the headboard, I patted the handsome man’s face beneath me. “Don’t worry, he’s just a bed buddy.”

My Aldrich is a psychopath. He has bipolar disorder and broke his own leg to prevent me from marrying my fiancé. Later, I was murdered by my fiancé and best friend. That couple had sex at my funeral, planning how to spend my inheritance. My Aldrich, with his broken leg, hunted them across half the globe like a madman. Covered in blood, he brought their severed heads to my corpse that was left like spaghetti. Then he held me, stroked my head, and whispered: “Trista, Aldrich has always been here.” Living again in this second chance at life. When my fiancé embraced me, asking me to drug Aldrich’s water, I pushed away that man with his disgusting smile. “What did Aldrich ever do wrong?” “Aldrich just loves me too much.”

In the sixth year of my secret crush on Cruz Wells, we were still just friends. When I was hospitalized, he was there for me financially and emotionally, doing more than anyone else. When my cousin got engaged, he accompanied me to the celebration and presented the most lavish gift at the event. Everyone believed we would eventually end up together. Finally, I gathered my courage and confessed my feelings to him. But he gave me a dismissive glance, playing with the lighter in his hand, and chuckled softly: “I see you as a friend, and you want to sleep with me? Aya, don’t joke around.” I remained silent for a long while, and finally just nodded, “Okay.” After that day, we didn’t contact each other for a long time. When I received his call again, it was already two months later. He casually asked, “What have you been up to lately? Haven’t seen you in ages.” I glanced at the elegant yet aloof man sitting across from me and answered truthfully, “I’m on a date.” The moment I said that, I heard the shocking sound of a phone being smashed on the other end of the line.

After returning home from a six-month business trip, I discovered my boyfriend had found himself a dining companion. She bustled about in the kitchen, preparing three dishes and a soup, looking more like the lady of the house than I did, appearing incredibly domestic. As we were about to sit down for dinner, she cradled matching couple’s bowls—hers and my boyfriend’s—in both hands, and with a sheepish expression, stuck her tongue out at me. “Oh dear, I forgot we only have one set of bowls and chopsticks.” “Susan, let me find you something to put your rice in.” In front of Harrison, she served me rice in a disposable plastic bowl. Harrison offered no comment whatsoever. I understood then that I needed to break up with Harrison.

On my wedding day, my boyfriend of six years suddenly disappeared during our vows. The altar stood empty, with only me awkwardly standing there, until giggles from a man and woman echoed from the adjacent restroom. It was Jett Blackwood’s voice. He’d forgotten he was wearing a microphone, and his affectionate tone was clearly audible throughout the entire venue. In front of all my family and friends, my best friend’s voice came through the speakers distinctly. “Jett, Kayla’s bra hook came undone.” “Silly girl, let me help you. Pink today, huh? So cute.” “Stop it! Don’t touch me like that, it tickles!” Everyone in the room turned to stare at me, their faces wearing telling expressions. The old me would have burst in there, crying and screaming, demanding to know if he ever took our relationship seriously. But now, I just wanted to protect my breast health and stay away from those who couldn’t understand.

After just one month of marriage, I’ve already had 38 arguments with my mother-in-law, Jane Holmes! My husband, Zane Holmes, has an extremely close relationship with Jane. For Zane’s sake, I voluntarily went on a two-month business trip to give myself and Jane some space to improve our relationship. One evening, Jane suddenly transferred me $20,000 with a thoughtful message: “Dottie, stay safe while you’re away. This money is for you to spend however you like.” Not long after, Zane called me, angrily saying: “Dottie, Mom thinks you’re actually having an affair while on your business trip. She gave you money because she’s worried you might spend another man’s money! She’s gone too far! I’ve already had an argument with her! Don’t worry, I’ll always take your side!” Zane had said things like this many times. Whenever Jane and I argued, he seemed particularly pleased! Once, when I accidentally knocked Jane over, he even said I shouldn’t hold back since she wasn’t my mother! It wasn’t until later that I discovered his love for both Jane and me was completely fake! 1 The day I returned from my business trip, Jane spent three hours in the kitchen preparing a table full of my favorite dishes. She smiled warmly while continuously serving me food: “Dottie, eat more, you’re too thin. Your work is stressful, you need to maintain your nutrition.” Jane’s kind and gentle demeanor warmed my heart, making me think that perhaps the conflicts between us were just misunderstandings. Even if there were no misunderstandings, some friction was normal. After all, I was newly married, and the adjustment process would naturally involve some tension. I enjoyed the meal thoroughly. As we were finishing, I said to her: “Thank you, Jane.” Jane’s eyes lit up with happiness, and she smiled. My gratitude seemed to make her happier than winning the lottery. “It’s no trouble at all. We’re family.” That night, as soon as I got into bed, Zane lowered his voice and complained to me: “Dottie, Mom said you ate too much! Guess why she made all that food for you?” He deliberately kept me in suspense, so I asked: “Why?” “It’s to help you build up your strength so you can have a baby!” We had discussed the topic of having children with Jane and Zane two weeks ago. My career was currently on the rise, and I wanted to wait a couple of years before having children. I never expected Jane would agree to my face but change her mind behind my back. I was instantly angry, but then I reconsidered. Jane had been so pleasant earlier, and I didn’t want to start arguing as soon as I returned, so I suppressed my emotions. “She can say what she wants. I’ll just ignore it.” As I lay down, I caught a glimpse of disappointment on Zane’s face, but I was too tired to care and fell asleep immediately. Not long after, I woke up needing to use the bathroom and vaguely heard Zane talking in Jane’s room. I faintly heard him say: “Mom, I’m sorry, Dottie is so ungrateful. You worked so hard to prepare all those dishes, and she complained that you’re messy and unclean. If it weren’t for your sake, I would have argued with her already!” I was stunned. I had never said any of those things. Furious, I gripped the doorknob, ready to confront Zane about why he was trying to drive a wedge between us. But then I heard Jane’s calm voice: “Being clean is a good thing. I’ll be more careful next time. Zane, you should control your temper and treat Dottie well.” I never expected Jane to respond like that. It immediately brought me back to my senses, and I didn’t open the door. I wanted to see why Zane was going to such lengths to create conflict between Jane and me.

2 In the days since I’ve been back, Jane and I have been getting along harmoniously. I could feel that we both had fire burning inside, but we were both holding back from exploding. While at work, I received a message from Zane. The photo showed my most expensive silk dress, a Valentine’s Day gift from Zane worth thirty thousand. It was my favorite piece of clothing, one I rarely wore because I cherished it so much. However, in the photo, the dress was completely ruined from washing. “Dottie, Mom went too far! I told her your clothes must be hand-washed, but she wouldn’t listen and put it in the washing machine!” “I told her this dress cost thirty thousand, and she said you’re extravagant and not a good wife. I’m about to burst a blood vessel!” “Don’t worry about me—you absolutely need to give her a good scolding, otherwise she’ll never change!” Seeing the photo, I was indeed angry, but realizing Zane was encouraging me to fight with his mother, I calmly replied: “It’s just a dress, no big deal.” There was silence from his end, then a moment later, he called me. Zane said: “Dottie, marrying me has really made you suffer. You’ve always had a fiery temper and never put up with nonsense!” “We’ve only been married a month and my mom has been giving you trouble the whole time. You don’t need to tolerate her for my sake.” “Even if you get into a fight with her, I’ll stand by you. You’re the most important person in my life. I love you the most, and no one should make you upset!” “How about we tell Mom tonight that we want to live separately?” I do have a bad temper and never take mistreatment or avoid conflict. Once, a confrontation with my boss ended up requiring police intervention. Everyone around me knows I’m not someone to mess with, but I’m not unreasonable—I don’t bother people unless they bother me first. Right now I was indeed angry, but not at Jane—at Zane. Controlling my anger, I told Zane: “Don’t treat your mom like that. You’re not short on money—just buy me another one.” I didn’t lose my temper, which seemed to make Zane anxious: “What if I buy a new one and Mom ruins it again?” “Then buy another one! She won’t keep wasting your money forever.” Zane fell silent on the other end, apparently not expecting this response from me. That evening when I returned home from work, Zane immediately said: “Mom’s angry. She went out with her friends and didn’t cook dinner for us. I complained, and she yelled at me.” “She said she doesn’t owe us anything and to leave her alone!” What he didn’t know was that two minutes before I walked through the door, I had received a message from Jane. Jane had transferred me 50,000 and explained: “Dottie, I’m so sorry. I was doing your laundry today and didn’t notice your silk dress wrapped up with the other clothes. It got ruined in the washing machine. Please accept my apology. Take this money and buy yourself a new one.” “Also, it’s my friend’s birthday today, so I’m out celebrating with her. I didn’t have time to make dinner for you two, but I’ve ordered takeout from a restaurant. It will be delivered at 8 PM.”

3 At that moment, I carefully examined the man before me. He had truly transformed into someone I didn’t recognize! Zane noticed my gaze and nervously asked, “What’s wrong, Dottie? Why are you looking at me like that?” Suppressing my anger, I replied casually, “Nothing. There’ll be food delivery soon, so we won’t go hungry.” Zane seemed extremely surprised and disappointed that I hadn’t lost my temper. Later when Jane returned, I overheard Zane badmouthing me in her room, “Mom, I’m sorry I married such a vicious woman. I told her it was normal for you to attend your friend’s birthday party, but Dottie claimed you were using the gathering as an excuse to meet men!” I clenched my fists in anger. Jane also vented her frustration, “Dottie is so heartless. I’ve been nothing but sincere to her, and this is how she treats me!” Zane encouraged her, “Mom, when I confronted her, she kicked me out to sleep on the couch. There are some things I can’t say as her husband, but you should confront her directly!” Jane hesitated, looking somewhat afraid. “Dottie has a bad temper. Let it go. I have a clear conscience anyway.” Zane grew anxious and continued urging Jane to confront me. But Jane said, “Family harmony is most important. Let it go.” Then she shooed Zane out of her room. He returned to our bedroom, quietly slipped into bed, and gently embraced me from behind. He kissed my neck and said in an incredibly affectionate tone, “Dottie, I love you so much. No one is more important to me than you.” Fighting the disgust I felt inside, I pretended to be asleep and gave him no response. A few days later, Zane started causing trouble again. He asked me out, held my hands, and with feigned sincerity said, “Dottie, something’s come up. I’ve negotiated a big deal that requires a 3 million advance payment. I mentioned this to Mom, but she doesn’t seem willing to help.” “Could you talk to Mom about this for me? I’m working myself to death to earn money, all for our family.” “But Mom doesn’t see it that way. I’m her only son, yet she refuses to help me!” “Dad’s been gone for some time now, and I’m worried she might spend his death benefits on other men.” “Dottie, would you please discuss this with Mom? We need to work together. If the company succeeds, our lives will improve. Don’t you agree?” I refused him, “Zane, that’s Jane’s retirement money. You’re a man and her son. Since she didn’t agree, let’s respect her decision.” Zane seemed about to say something more, looking extremely anxious as he tried again to persuade me. But I still didn’t agree, which angered Zane, and he stopped talking to me. That evening at dinner, Zane himself asked Jane for the 3 million. After a moment’s hesitation, Jane finally said, “Fine, I’ll transfer the money to Dottie. She’s more detail-oriented. You two can build the company together.” The moment Jane agreed, Zane’s face lit up with crow’s feet from smiling so widely, but when Jane mentioned giving the money to me, his disappointment was obvious. 4 Jane actually transferred that money to me, and I knew it was all she had. Zane repeatedly asked me for this money, but I refused each time, claiming the project wasn’t mature and carried high risks. While Zane appeared to listen to me on the surface, even when furious inside, he could only vent his frustration in private. After several attempts, he even hired people to act, trying to convince me the project was reliable. To make him give up, I told him directly: “I’ve invested this money in a private equity fund with a fixed term. We can’t withdraw it for three years.” I showed him the records, and Zane turned pale, completely losing hope. I told him: “I’ve reviewed your company’s accounts. Your business isn’t short of money. This is your mother’s retirement savings. We shouldn’t touch it unless absolutely necessary.” Zane didn’t say anything to my face, but behind my back, he smashed his phone to pieces in anger. That evening, when I noticed his new phone, he explained that he’d lost his old one and had to get a replacement. In our daily life, he would still occasionally try to provoke arguments between Jane and me. Sometimes when Jane couldn’t bear it anymore and scolded me, I deliberately maintained a good attitude to prevent Zane from succeeding, choosing to be respectful toward Jane instead of arguing. Seeing my increasingly better attitude, Jane grew even more affectionate toward me. So during Zane’s later attempts to stir up trouble, Jane restrained herself from getting angry with me. When Zane saw our relationship improving, he finally snapped! He brought several accident insurance policies, indignantly showing them to me: “Dottie, look at this! Mom has secretly purchased so many accident insurance policies for you, with coverage ranging from millions to tens of millions.” “The beneficiary is my mother’s name on all of them! It’s so vicious—she’s trying to harm you!” “This is unacceptable. Even if you don’t confront her for my sake, I can’t let her get away with this!” After examining the three policies, I calmly asked Zane: “Why would Jane want to harm me? She’s always been good to me. I can feel she truly loves me like her own daughter!” Zane fumed: “She’s just pretending. Dottie, you’re too innocent and kind-hearted.” “Remember when my mother took you hiking? Fortunately, I arrived early and saw her trying to push you off the cliff from behind.” “I didn’t overthink it then, but now it’s terrifying to consider. Think about it—there was that time you almost got hit by a car while crossing the street.” “You were badly frightened. Then there was the time your car lost control and nearly crashed; and another time when Mom took you on a sea trip, I saw her almost push you overboard.” “I’ve argued with her many times in private about this. I thought she wasn’t serious, but I never imagined her intentions could be so malicious.” “Dottie, we must address this, or she’ll eventually kill you.” As Zane spoke, he became increasingly agitated and angry, but I also noticed an indescribable excitement in his eyes. He indignantly pulled out his phone, preparing to call everyone in the Holmes family: “Even though you’re fine now and we don’t have evidence to catch my mother, I won’t let you get hurt. From now on, I disown her as my mother. We’ll expel her from the Holmes family—she’ll have nothing to do with us anymore.” With that, he called the Holmes family members and Jane’s relatives one by one, declaring he was cutting all ties with Jane. I didn’t stop him. It was time for friends, family, and even more people to see Zane’s true face! He thought I knew nothing, unaware that he too was merely a piece on my chessboard.

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On Valentine’s night, I ran into my fiancé’s lover outside a bar. She had been drugged and was unconscious. This time, I pretended not to see her and walked away. In my previous life, I didn’t know her. When I kindly rescued her, I accidentally glimpsed my fiancé’s name tattooed on her collarbone. I thought it was a misunderstanding, but the next moment, when I answered her phone, I heard my fiancé’s voice on the other end. Overwhelmed with jealousy and rage, I hung up and ignored the 99 calls from my fiancé, only leaving after I had safely arranged for her to stay at my family’s hotel. But that night, his lover was assaulted by criminals and, overcome with shame, took her own life. After learning the truth, my fiancé acted as if nothing had happened and still held a grand wedding ceremony for me. However, on the day I discovered I was pregnant, he broke both my legs and imprisoned me at home. I completely broke down and asked him through my tears why he would do this. He laughed maniacally, “If it weren’t for you, Lacie wouldn’t have been assaulted, and she wouldn’t have committed suicide! It’s all your fault!” To my surprise, when I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I met his lover outside the bar. 1 “Please, help me call my boyfriend…” Lacie Lee collapsed outside the bar, her face flushed, her consciousness already fading. Though it was just an ordinary request, cold sweat broke out on my back as I realized I had been reborn. This time, I pretended not to see her plea for help and quickened my pace away from the bar entrance. In my previous life, it was my compassion that led me to such a tragic fate. This time, I wouldn’t get involved no matter what. But before I could get far, Lacie struggled to her feet and tried to stop me again. In my carelessness, I was pushed to the ground by her. I cried out in pain, not noticing that the woman’s phone had started ringing, followed by my fiancé Jake Gordon’s voice: “Lacie, why did it take you so long to answer? Don’t you know how worried I was!” Lacie whined in a sweet, cloying voice: “I’m feeling so terrible, Jake darling. Someone drugged me. Jake, come save me quickly.” The man’s voice suddenly rose: “Hang on, Lacie. I’m coming right now!” Hearing Jake’s voice, I couldn’t help but shudder, the pain of having my legs broken by him in my previous life still fresh in my memory. Back then, I never imagined I would die at the hands of my fiancé, the man I was about to marry. In less than ten minutes, Jake arrived at the bar entrance. He anxiously took the woman into his arms and was about to leave when he finally noticed me still lying on the ground. “Ruby?” He was surprised to see me, followed by a flash of discomfort across his face. “You… what are you doing here…” I had twisted my leg, but I stood up, fighting through the intense pain. Avoiding his probing gaze, I acted as if I hadn’t heard him and walked toward the roadside, hailed a taxi, and went home. Soon after, Jake brought Lacie home too. The woman wrapped herself around him like an octopus, mumbling incoherent words. Seeing me, his expression turned awkward, and he quickly explained: “Lacie isn’t feeling well. I thought it wouldn’t be safe to leave her alone at home, so I brought her back. You don’t mind—” “I don’t mind,” I cut him off quickly, closing the door, noticing Jake’s complex gaze following me. That night, the sounds of their lovemaking faintly reached my ears through the guest room door. I covered my ears, wiping away tears that had fallen without my notice—not from jealousy, but from the fear of having survived a catastrophe. By dawn, the noises had quieted down, and I completely breathed a sigh of relief. In my previous life, I had been blinded by love, which was why I rejected all 99 calls Jake made to Lacie outside the bar and left her alone at the hotel. I hadn’t anticipated that Lacie would be assaulted by criminals that night and choose to end her life. Jake married me without saying a word, holding the enviable wedding as promised. But on the day I found out I was pregnant, he broke my legs and imprisoned me at home. When I asked him why through my pain-induced haze, I only received his merciless curses. He hated me, blamed me entirely for Lacie’s death, and had planned everything just to avenge her. This time, I wouldn’t interfere with them again. Of course, I would also extract myself from this relationship. The next day at noon, the two of them finally emerged from the bedroom.

Lacie’s exposed shoulders were covered in kiss marks. Upon seeing me, she lowered her head in feigned shyness. “Ruby, you weren’t upset last night, were you? Jake only had to… well, to save me. If you want to blame someone, blame me. I was useless, getting drugged like that.” “Please don’t take it to heart. I’d feel terrible if I caused problems with your wedding because of me.” As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, making her look utterly pitiful. Hearing the commotion, Jake frowned and immediately confronted me: “I asked you last night too, Ruby. You said you didn’t mind. Why are you making Lacie cry now?” I was completely baffled: “She’s been rambling on her own and started crying by herself. What does that have to do with me?” At this, Jake’s frown deepened: “Then why would Lacie cry for no reason? I’ve already agreed to marry you—what more do you want!” Even though I’d already compromised, why wouldn’t these two leave me alone? With this thought, I looked him straight in the eyes: “If it’s such a burden for you, let’s cancel the engagement.” Jake froze in place. “Cancel the engagement?” Malice flashed in his eyes. “Ruby, you’re such a drama queen. Lacie was drugged. If I hadn’t saved her last night, she would have been in danger.” “And here you are, wanting to cancel our engagement over something so trivial! Do you think marriage is some small matter?” I never thought that way, but he had already torn off his hypocritical mask. I didn’t want to say much more and replied firmly: “I’ve suddenly realized something. Jake, we’re not right for each other.” “Not right for each other?” His gaze darkened before quickly turning to anger. “Ruby, don’t get it twisted. You were the one who said you liked me first.” In the beginning, I was indeed the one who fell for him first. After graduating from university abroad, where my parents had sent me to study, I returned home. At my welcome-back dinner, I fell for Jake at first sight. I did everything I could to learn about him, got his contact information, and gathered the courage to confess my feelings. Surprisingly, he neither agreed nor refused, only saying we could give it a try. I thought that even a glimmer of hope was enough. So we started meeting regularly, chatting, watching movies, and shopping together. Gradually, his gaze toward me softened, and he would instinctively protect me when crossing the street. Back then, I thought that was love, and I eagerly brought up our engagement to my father. But after we got engaged, Jake stopped spending time with me like before, and Lacie was suddenly always by his side. I was too one-sided in my feelings, which led me into this hopeless situation. Thinking about this, I took several deep breaths and said resignedly: “Yes, I liked you first. But now I don’t love you anymore, understand?” “Ruby!” His anger erupted as he dragged me into the bedroom, radiating fury. “What are you so angry about? I’ve already explained about Lacie. We grew up together—did you expect me to ignore her when she was in trouble?” “Please don’t use your filthy thoughts to judge our relationship!” Hearing the word “filthy,” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m filthy? Jake, yesterday was Valentine’s Day. When I asked you on a date, you said you had to work late, but one call from Lacie and you rushed to her. Who are you trying to fool?” “She even has your name tattooed on her shoulder. How can you say there’s nothing between you?!” These words had been suppressed in my heart for too long. Finally saying them out loud still felt painful. He couldn’t respond for a long time before turning and leaving. I couldn’t be bothered to pursue it further. I took a taxi home and told my mother about canceling the engagement. Mom was shocked at first, but after hearing the whole story, she cursed angrily: “I really misjudged him! Fine, we’ll pretend the wedding is still on and let all our relatives and friends see him humiliated!” By the time I got home, it was already evening. As soon as I entered, the messy shoe rack and closet almost made me think burglars had broken in. After checking, I discovered that several limited-edition dresses and high heels Jake had given me were all missing. Just then, the door opened. Jake and Lacie walked in hand in hand. She was wearing my clothes and shoes—the very ones from my closet.

When they saw me, the two immediately let go of each other’s hands. Lacie explained in a sweet voice, “Ruby, please don’t misunderstand. I didn’t mean to wear your clothes. Yesterday, my clothes were all torn, so Jake told me to take something from your closet.” Jake had always given me gifts on every important anniversary. He knew I disliked matching outfits with others, so the clothes and bags he bought me were all limited editions. But now, those items he once claimed were exclusively mine were being worn by another woman. Seeing that I didn’t respond, Jake looked quite displeased. “It’s just a piece of clothing. Why are you looking at me like that? You have so many clothes anyway, what’s wrong with letting Lacie wear a few?” I kept my face expressionless, nodded, and said, “I understand.” Jake was still unsatisfied, his brows furrowing. “What are you thinking, Ruby? Why are you pretending not to care? Do you think this will get my attention?” I looked up, meeting his eyes directly. “Have you considered that I genuinely don’t care?” Jake grew even angrier. He glared at me, then took Lacie’s hand and went into the bedroom. I knew he was angry, but I didn’t want to deal with it. After all, I was about to leave this place. 3 Jake stayed angry for a long time. He hadn’t spoken to me for days, expecting me to seek reconciliation like I used to. Unfortunately for him, I was too busy preparing for my departure abroad to pay him any attention. A year after graduation, my overseas professor had suggested I join their research group for further studies, but back then, I was so infatuated with Jake that I refused without a second thought. Looking back now, I was truly a complete fool. Lacie appeared at my home from time to time, treating it like a hotel, even brazenly using my belongings as if she were the lady of the house. I pretended not to notice any of it, focusing entirely on my own affairs. I just couldn’t understand why Jake still refused to cancel our engagement, especially when I was no longer interfering with their relationship. I didn’t believe he truly loved only me as he claimed. So I followed my mother’s advice, pretending the wedding was still on, keeping everything as it was. When Jake learned about this, he was quite pleased and even approached me on his own. “I told you, Ruby. You’ll never be able to leave me in this lifetime, so stop lying to yourself about canceling the engagement.” “By the way, Lacie wants to experience what a wedding feels like, so she wants to be your bridesmaid. You don’t mind, right?” he added casually, not even bothering to look at me. In my previous life, I had taken my wedding very seriously, and my bridesmaids were naturally my close friends of many years, not Lacie. But this time, the wedding was just an illusion. Thinking of this, I nodded, completely indifferent. “Sure, that’s fine.” Hearing this, he stared at me in surprise for a long while, then finally said menacingly, “I’m warning you, don’t bully Lacie or try any tricks!” I certainly had no such intentions. A few days later, the wedding company asked me to try on wedding dresses, and I didn’t refuse. Lacie came along too. “Wow, Ruby, this wedding dress is so beautiful! Can I try it on?” In the store, Lacie couldn’t stop admiring the diamond-encrusted mermaid wedding dress displayed in the center. It was indeed beautiful. Even I was stunned when I first saw it. Jake had specially invited a master designer from abroad to create it for me, and spent a fortune to have 99 South African diamonds sewn onto it, making it extraordinarily luxurious. Jake said only I deserved such a wedding dress. In my previous life, I had been immersed in this happiness, ultimately walking toward death. But now, I didn’t even frown as I nodded in agreement: “Sure, it’ll fulfill your dream of being a bride.” Seeing my calm reaction, Jake frowned deeply and questioned me: “Ruby, this was designed specifically for you, a wedding dress that belongs only to you in this world. How can you just let someone else wear it?” I raised an eyebrow and said, “It’s just a fitting. Does wearing my wedding dress mean Lacie will replace me and marry you?” Both of their faces changed at my words. Jake’s expression turned particularly fierce as he slammed his fist on the table. “Ruby, what nonsense are you talking about!” I shrugged and smiled. “I’m just saying. It’s just a wedding dress. If Lacie wants to wear it, let her. After all, you said you and Lacie have known each other since childhood. I should be more tolerant and generous.” His brow furrowed even more as his eyes fixed on me, his thoughts unreadable. Finally, he said disdainfully, “Fine, whatever you want.” In the end, Lacie got her wish to wear the wedding dress and even pulled Jake in for photos, asking the photographer to capture the moment. However, Jake’s gaze occasionally fell on me, making him seem distracted. I knew what he was thinking—wondering why I wasn’t clinging to him like before, why I didn’t care anymore. But having been reborn, this time I only wanted to survive. Soon, the wedding day arrived. Jake went to the venue alone. Amid the cheers of the guests, Jake felt inexplicably nervous. He adjusted his bow tie and looked at the door ahead. The host announced that his bride was waiting behind that door. But when the door opened, the bride who should have been waiting for him was nowhere to be found.

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