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My husband Colin Owens spent $100,000 on a custom-made doll that accidentally killed my good friend’s son, Ollie Mays. The day he brought the doll home, he told our daughter Ellen Owens, “This is specially ordered from abroad for you. Don’t let any other children see it, not even Ollie, in case they damage it.” I thought Ollie was too young to care, so I didn’t take it seriously. But that evening, as the children fought over the doll, Ollie fell down the stairs and died instantly. My good friend Marissa Mays pointed at me, sobbing hysterically, “You deliberately instructed your daughter to kill my son! Why would you do this?” Even Colin blamed me: “I never paid attention when you said you hated Ollie before, but how could you harm a child!” They posted the video online, triggering massive cyberbullying. Before I could clear my name, my daughter and I were hit and killed by an enraged internet user in the middle of the road. Shortly after my death, Marissa married Colin and moved into my mansion. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Colin brought the doll home. As I heard Colin and Ellen’s playful voices, I snapped out of my daze. “Ellen, this is a handmade doll specially commissioned from abroad. You can’t let other children see it, they’ll take it away, especially Ollie.” These familiar words instantly cleared my mind. I realized I had been reborn. In my previous life, I thought Ellen was too young to remember what Colin said, so I didn’t pay attention. My carelessness resulted in our tragic deaths. Our bodies were so mangled they couldn’t even recover all the pieces. Recalling how Ellen’s skull was crushed by a truck, her brain matter splattered everywhere, I trembled with hatred. Suppressing my rage, I turned to Colin and said, “Colin, Marissa said she’s bringing Ollie over tonight. I’ll prepare dinner now, why don’t you go pick them up?” I didn’t miss the flash of joy in his eyes as he turned to leave. I went to the kitchen and clenched my fists tightly, the pain reminding me to stay calm. I knew it wasn’t time yet to expose their true faces. That’s when the truth was revealed to me. In my previous life, after my death, Marissa moved into my mansion, spent my money, and slept with my man. She even mocked me in my own bed: “Leah was such a fool. So what if she could make money? Now everything is mine!” Colin rolled on top of her, breathing heavily, “Don’t mention her when we’re having such a good time!” He reached over to turn off the lamp, leaving only the sound of their moans in the room. That’s when I realized they had been together behind my back all along. They had set a trap, causing Ellen and me to die tragically because of Ollie. They seized my property and lived a carefree life! Hearing Colin humming cheerfully as he left, I smiled bitterly. He had shown his true colors early on, but in my previous life, I had focused all my attention on my daughter and ignored Colin’s behavior. An hour later, the doorbell rang. “Leah, we’re here.” I opened the door to find my neighbor Katy Mueller standing there with her daughter, smiling. Her daughter Erin Mueller was Ellen’s playmate. Their timing was perfect; I had just finished preparing the house. After they came in, I handed the doll to Erin. “Do you like it? It’s for you. No other children have one, so take good care of it.” Erin happily accepted the doll, and she went upstairs with Ellen to play. Then, I sat down with Katy and sincerely said, “Katy, I’d like to make Erin my goddaughter – a spiritual daughter I would guide and protect. We’ll be family from now on.” I thought she might hesitate or decline, but to my surprise, she agreed immediately. After chatting with her briefly, I got up to serve the food from the kitchen. In my previous life, everyone accused and insulted Ellen and me for being vicious. Only Katy and Erin cried at our graves, saying they didn’t believe we would harm anyone. This time, I deliberately invited them over to witness what would happen. This way, Colin and Marissa wouldn’t be able to blame Ollie’s death on Ellen and me.

The food had just been served when the fingerprint lock beeped. The three of them came in. I pretended not to notice the intimate gestures between Colin and Marissa, and asked them to wash their hands before dinner. Colin noticed Katy, a flash of surprise in his eyes, but he didn’t say anything. Marissa deliberately pulled me aside and whispered accusingly, “Why did you invite someone else to dinner? The house is such a mess! Is that the custom-made doll Colin ordered in that little girl’s arms? What if she damages it? What will Ellen play with then?” Looking at her pretending to care about Ellen, I felt nauseated and wanted to slap her. “Katy helped solve Ellen’s kindergarten enrollment issue. I’m just thanking them with a meal. Is that a problem? Besides, I’ve already given that doll to Erin. We should show gratitude when someone helps us.” She blurted out, “That’s unacceptable! What about Ollie?” Realizing her slip, she quickly explained, “I mean, Colin bought it specifically for Ellen. How could you just give it to someone else? What if Colin gets angry? Besides, even Ollie hasn’t played with that doll, yet you gave it away. And you claim to care about her.” I gave a cold laugh, but before I could respond, there was a loud crash from the staircase. Katy cried out, “Watch out!” But it was too late. Ollie had tumbled down the stairs and hit the floor hard. Colin and Marissa immediately rushed over to check on Ollie, the concern on their faces appearing genuine. The two little girls, seeing the blood on the floor, burst into tears. Katy hurried to comfort them while I called 911. “Don’t move him! The doctor said moving him could cause secondary injuries. Wait for the paramedics!” But Marissa wouldn’t listen and insisted on picking Ollie up. “Leah, how can you be so cruel? My son is badly hurt, and you want him to lie on this cold floor? I need to hold him.” Colin interjected, “It’s already hard enough for Marissa raising a child alone. How dare you stop her from holding Ollie? Get out of the way!” He shoved me aside and lifted Ollie into Marissa’s arms. I clearly saw the challenge in Marissa’s eyes, but I just smiled. In my previous life, I had also warned them not to move Ollie and to wait for the ambulance. But they insisted on picking him up, taking turns holding him. By the time the doctor arrived, they could only shake their head, saying a rib had punctured too deeply into Ollie’s lung, and he couldn’t be saved. I didn’t fully understand then, but seeing them now, I finally did. Witnessing this, Katy angrily said, “Falling from such a height, he absolutely should not be moved! Why do you insist on holding him? You’re hurting him! I’ve never seen a mother like you!” Hearing her words, they finally stopped, which gave Ollie a chance to hang on until the ambulance arrived. Afterward, we all went to the hospital, with Katy staying behind to look after the two little girls. While Ollie was still in emergency care, Marissa was already eager to blame me.

Marissa pointed at me, cursing through her tears. “Leah, we’ve been friends for over a decade. Why would you kill my son? It was just a doll—couldn’t Ollie even look at it?” Colin supported her while glaring at me with disgust. “You often complained about Ollie at home. I thought you were just venting. How could you be so cruel to a child!” Despite being mentally prepared, hearing these words still hurt deeply. I gritted my teeth and asked Marissa, “You claim I killed your son. Where’s your evidence?” She hadn’t expected me to be so direct, abandoning all pretense of courtesy. Sobbing, she buried herself in Colin’s embrace. Colin actually had the audacity to hold her with one arm while raising the other to strike me. “Marissa has struggled as a single mother for so many years. Hasn’t she suffered enough? How can you be so vicious!” I blocked his hand and slapped him across the face. “You’re well aware she’s a single mother—anyone watching might think you’re her husband!” I scoffed coldly. Colin held his cheek, staring at me in disbelief. “You’re impossible!” Having hit a nerve, they awkwardly separated, maintaining some distance between them. Seeing I wasn’t going to be manipulated like before, Marissa quickly changed tactics. She fell to her knees, pleading, “I’m begging you, please leave us alone. I promise Ollie will never fight with your daughter over dolls again…” Noticing the growing crowd of onlookers, I smiled contemptuously. Then, I announced loudly, “Marissa, we’ve known each other for over a decade, yet you’ve been sleeping with my husband. Why would you do this?” She had intended to use these people to shame me into submission. But having died once, I was no longer the weak person I used to be. If she thought she could still manipulate me, she was dreaming. Hearing my words, Marissa jerked her head up. “That’s not true! You can’t just slander me because I’m vulnerable. Is a single mother supposed to be looked down upon?” She was really good at twisting concepts. I had never looked down on her—I’d actually helped her considerably. When she gave birth, I was the one who accompanied her at the hospital and paid her medical bills. Calmly, I walked to the emergency room door and pointed inside. “Do you dare to have Ollie take a paternity test with my husband? I’ve asked—results can be ready in as little as two hours.” She rose shakily, visibly panicked. “Ollie is fighting for his life! Have you lost your mind? You’re just bullying us because we have no one to protect us!” Colin grabbed my arm roughly, trying to drag me away. “Stop making a scene! Come back with me!” Just then, the emergency room doors swung open, and a doctor rushed out. “The child has intracranial bleeding and needs immediate craniotomy. Who’s the guardian? We need your signature right away!” Marissa stumbled forward, desperately clutching the doctor’s arms. “How is my son? If you operate, will he survive?” The doctor winced in pain from her grip and frowned. “Without surgery, he will certainly die. With it, there’s a chance he might be paralyzed, but he’ll live.” Hearing this, Marissa nearly collapsed, steadying herself against the wall while glancing at Colin. I could see the reluctance in her eyes, but there was even more resentment. Colin gave a slight nod, and Marissa finally broke down, wailing uncontrollably. The doctor urged her again to sign the consent form. Instead, she snatched the document and tore it to pieces. “No! I refuse to consent to the surgery!” I broke free from Colin’s grip and gave Marissa a cold stare. I thought to myself, “Is she giving up already?” The doctor was stomping her feet in frustration, scolding Marissa with tears in her voice, “I’ve never seen a parent like you! You tore up the consent form without even asking questions. Your child could fully recover after the surgery! Why won’t you save him?” Colin stepped in front of the doctor, blocking her. “What’s it to you? You just said he might be bedridden for life. Are you going to take care of him?” I raised my hand and slapped him again. “How can you say such a thing? Weren’t you just heartbroken about Ollie, accusing me of killing him?” He was speechless, only able to glare at me hatefully. “You’ll pay for this!” Ignoring him, I took the doctor’s hand and gave her a bank card. “Please bring another surgical consent form. I’ll sign it. This card has no PIN. Please do whatever it takes to save him.” The onlookers around us started murmuring. “Is she the boy’s biological mother? A real mother wouldn’t refuse to save her own son.” “This is such a dramatic scene!” “Those two are supposed to be the girl’s good friend and husband. How shameless!” I sighed helplessly. One was my husband, the other my good friend. Yet they were trying to destroy me and my daughter. Even though I was now saving their son, they still treated me like an enemy. Marissa sneered, “Because of a doll, you manipulated your daughter into pushing my son down the stairs. Stop pretending to care about him. Even if he survives the brain hemorrhage, he’ll be disabled. What gives you the right to make decisions for me?” Colin chimed in, “Leah, Marissa has no one to rely on. I never thought you’d push her to the edge like this. What did she ever do to wrong you?” I let out a cold laugh. “No one to rely on? You’ve told that lie so many times you believe it yourself.” “Me, manipulating Ellen to hurt Ollie? Next you’ll say I wanted to kill Ollie for revenge because I discovered your affair.” “That’s ridiculous. If that were the case, wouldn’t it be easier to just kill you both?” Several bystanders applauded me, praising me for exposing their shamelessness. Marissa’s face turned pale, her hateful eyes looking like she wanted to flay me alive. They thought I didn’t know that as long as Ollie was alive, their scheme couldn’t succeed. In this lifetime, I would never let them have their way! Suddenly, I heard a police officer’s voice behind me. “Excuse me, someone reported an attempted murder?” Colin immediately perked up, rushing over with his phone in hand. “I have evidence—a video of Leah instructing my daughter to push Ollie!” After watching it, the officer turned to me. “Are you Leah? Do you have anything to say in your defense?” I shrugged, completely unfazed. “No.” Under everyone’s incredulous stares, I dialed Katy’s number. “The police are here. Are you ready? You can come over now.”

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My husband, Harry Mullen, asked me to print sixty documents. He told me they contained private information about his students and instructed me not to look at them or show them to anyone else. After printing them, I put them in a folder without even glancing at them. Even when my best friend was curious and wanted to see them, I followed Harry’s instructions and didn’t show her. I sealed the folder and personally delivered it to Harry. A week later, I became the target of cyberbullying and was trending online. People called me vicious, sent messages insulting my parents, and vandalized my home. Only then did I discover that the “confidential documents” Harry had me print were actually photoshopped nude pictures of a female student in his class. Later, those photos spread online, and the girl, unable to bear the public pressure, jumped from a building and killed herself. When I tried to defend myself and brought Gina to testify for me, she publicly accused me instead, claiming I was narrow-minded and jealous of every woman who had contact with Harry, even his students, and that I had photoshopped those images to spread rumors… I was thrust into the center of the controversy. The victim’s enraged family found me and threw sulfuric acid on me. I was stabbed 18 times and died on the spot. Harry issued a statement of forgiveness to my killers, saying I was malicious and deserved to die. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Harry asked me to print those documents. ***** “Janice, why are you being so secretive? What’s in that folder you’re copying?” My best friend Gina Riddle’s familiar voice reached my ears. I suddenly came back to my senses, focusing on the folder in my hands. I reflexively touched my neck, the phantom pain of my decapitation still lingering. Looking at Gina, who was questioning me with ill intent, I glanced down at the folder in my hands and realized I had truly been reborn. I had returned to the day Harry asked me to help print those documents. In my previous life, because the printer in Harry’s faculty housing was broken, he asked me to help print 60 copies of what he called “private student documents.” When he asked me to print them, he emphasized that these documents contained student privacy and instructed me not to peek at them or show them to anyone else. I obediently followed his instructions. Even when Gina was curious and wanted to see, I didn’t open the folder or reveal a single word to her. But I never expected that one week after I handed the folder to Harry, I would become the target of cyberbullying and trend online. That’s when I learned that what Harry had me print were sixty student exam papers. On the blank back of each exam paper was printed a suggestive bedroom photo of a female student. Though blurry, the students still recognized it was their classmate, Tabitha Moore. These photos printed on the back of the exam papers were photographed by students and spread online. Rumors spread rapidly. Many perverted men began harassing Tabitha. Her classmates labeled her a “slut” and other terrible names. Unable to withstand the online abuse, Tabitha jumped from the school building and took her own life. Eventually, they discovered I was the one who printed the exam papers. They believed I was the culprit who spread rumors about Tabitha. I couldn’t defend myself, so I brought Gina, who was staying at my house that day, to testify for me. Unexpectedly, Gina, also a teacher, stood up and accused me instead. “Janice often complained about that girl to me, calling her a vixen who dressed provocatively to seduce her husband. It’s the 21st century—people have the freedom to dress how they want. I never thought she could be so malicious.” “Also, Janice was indeed secretively printing many documents that day and wouldn’t let me see them. I suspect she had already printed those photoshopped nude pictures on the back of the exam papers!” “She killed an innocent child because of her jealousy. It’s absolutely vicious!” She posted this video accusing me online. When the victim’s family saw it, they were furious. They found me and threw sulfuric acid on my face. The pain left me unable to resist as they took a knife to my neck. They had to hack at my neck 18 times before my head was finally severed… Instead of seeking justice for me, Harry wrote a letter of forgiveness for my killers, joining the online mob in saying I deserved to die. Thinking about all that had happened, I carefully examined the folder in my hands. Without a doubt, those exam papers already had the photoshopped bedroom photos of the female student printed on the back. But I couldn’t understand why Harry, as a high school teacher, would want to harm Tabitha. I couldn’t figure out why both Gina and Harry kicked me when I was down after I was framed. I began to suspect that I was their real target all along. I turned on my phone’s voice recorder and looked at the preoccupied Gina with a smile. “These are student private files Harry asked me to print. He told me not to look, so I don’t know what’s inside.” Gina looked a bit nervous. “If he told you not to tell, should you really be telling me?” “What’s there to worry about? We’re best friends, aren’t we?” I replied with a smile, weighing the documents in my hand. I believe that since heaven has given me a second chance, I can definitely avoid the tragedy of my previous life.

Gina laughed awkwardly and headed to the guest room with a strange look on her face. To prevent them from framing me again, I opened the folder in the middle of the night and completely destroyed the female student’s photos, replacing them with intimate pictures of Gina and Harry that only showed half of their faces. The next day, I handed the folder with sixty documents directly to Harry. I felt secretly smug, thinking the events from my previous life wouldn’t repeat themselves. A week later, Tabitha, the female student from their school, still committed suicide and became a trending topic. This time, Tabitha didn’t jump from the school building. Instead, she chose to jump into the river late at night. Due to the rapid currents, her body still hadn’t been found downstream. The police only discovered her shoes, a suicide note, and surveillance footage of her jumping at the riverbank. That afternoon, there was an urgent knocking at my door. A group of people and several police officers stood at the entrance, with Harry and Gina among them. Harry approached me with a grim expression and accused, “You spread rumors and caused someone’s death.” “I never thought you could be so vicious!” Just like in my previous life, Harry blamed me without distinguishing right from wrong. I said with certainty, “You were the one who asked me to print those exam papers. You know I’m being wrongfully accused, so why are you slandering me?” “At a time like this, you’re still making excuses? The police are here, and you still won’t confess?” Gina, standing nearby, chimed in, “That’s right. You know what you did. If you admit your crime now, you might still be forgiven.” Gina clung to Harry’s arm, leaning against him, her gaze toward me full of defiance. In my previous life, I suffered tremendously because of the testimonies from these two people who were closest to me. I coldly retorted, “Where’s your evidence? Be careful, or I’ll sue you for defamation!” This was the first time I didn’t show any courtesy to the two people in front of me, and they were stunned. Gina glared darkly and complained to Harry, “Look at her, she even dares to threaten us…” Harry exploded in anger, “Janice, you dare threaten us! You killed someone, and you’ll definitely go to prison!” I couldn’t be bothered to argue with these people again, so I turned to the police, “Officer, I’ve never spread rumors or slandered Tabitha. Please investigate thoroughly.” The visiting officer asked, “Your husband and this lady testified that you printed the exam papers…” After thinking for a few seconds, I countered, “Don’t you find it suspicious? Their printer was broken, but every office at their school has a printer. Why did Harry specifically ask me to help him print? And coincidentally, on that very day, Gina made an excuse to stay at my house. I have reason to suspect they conspired to frame me.” Seeing the police officer seriously considering this point, Harry and Gina, standing nearby, became anxious. At that moment, Tabitha’s mother, Amanda Moore, pushed through the crowd and rushed toward me, her face contorted with rage as she shouted, “You’re so evil. How could you print my daughter’s photos on the back of exam papers… “You must compensate us! Looking at how grand your place is, give me 500 million dollars, and I’ll drop the matter.” Hearing these outrageous, morally manipulative words, I couldn’t help but laugh. Seeing me laugh, Amanda seemed to have caught something, and accused me with a venomous, mocking tone, “You deserve a horrible death! How dare you laugh at a time like this!” I looked at her with contempt and said, “I’ve seen those photos. They’re blurry and unclear. As a mother, you don’t care about your daughter’s reputation and readily admit those are her photos. You really love her, don’t you? “Or is it that you don’t care about your daughter’s life at all and want to exchange it for money to buy your son a house?” Amanda, as if I had hit the nail on the head, immediately retorted, “You’re talking nonsense!”

I opened my phone and pulled up that photo. “Take a good look. Is this your daughter? “Although this photo is blurry, does your daughter also have a mole at the corner of her eye? Why do I feel like this photo resembles Gina more than Tabitha?” When Gina heard this, she quickly glanced at the photo. In her panic, she immediately tried to snatch my phone, but I swiftly dodged her. She glared at me, her eyes full of resentment. “Janice, don’t go too far! How dare you claim this is my photo. Stop your slander.” “Isn’t killing Tabitha enough? Now you want to ruin my reputation and drive me to suicide too? Is that it?” I gazed at her performance with indifference. “Well, your mom’s just a masseuse, so of course you don’t care about reputation. But we’re different—our parents have respectable jobs…” With that simple taunt, she struck my most hidden secret. I immediately slapped her across the face. “Gina, do you think you have any right to say such things?” Gina and I were neighbors, and we had played together since childhood. That day, when Gina’s house caught fire, my father ran in without hesitation and rescued her. Yet Gina kept crying and screaming for my father to go back in to save her kitten. As a result, my father never came out again… Having lost the pillar of our family, my mother could only earn money by giving massages at home. Even though Gina had caused my father’s death, neither my mother nor I ever blamed her. I never imagined that today, the way my mother made a living would be turned into a knife to hurt me. When Harry saw me slap Gina, he immediately pulled her into his arms, his face full of concern. “Janice, if you dare hit Gina again, we’re getting divorced. A vicious woman like you should leave with nothing. You don’t deserve to be my wife! “As a teacher, I certainly can’t have a murderer for a wife. Why don’t you pay compensation and then die in prison?” Although I had already seen through this man, it was only at this moment that I truly felt disgusted. Just a country boy who’d climbed the social ladder—nothing worth holding onto. Fighting back the pain in my heart, I coldly looked at the onlookers. “I’ll say it again: I had nothing to do with Tabitha’s death, and I didn’t spread any rumors. Either show me concrete evidence, or get out.” Seeing my strength and fearlessness, everyone was intimidated by my demeanor. As the crowd began to hesitate, Gina stepped forward. She took a deep breath and said, “Actually, Janice has badmouthed Tabitha in front of me many times. She even said Tabitha dressed provocatively, was a seductress, and was always running to Harry’s office—implying they had something going on… “She once asked me for Tabitha’s photo, and I gave it to her without thinking. Now I realize she wanted it to photoshop. After Tabitha died, she told me more than once that Tabitha deserved it.” Her words caused an uproar among the crowd. Hearing this, Amanda gained confidence and began to brazenly negotiate a price with me. The police officer standing nearby now looked at me with scrutiny. Seeing everyone’s indignation, Gina continued to fabricate lies. “Although Janice and I grew up together, I can’t betray my conscience. “I never imagined my good friend would be someone with such malicious intentions.” She pretended to wipe tears from the corner of her eye, looking at me with satisfaction. I calmly replied, “Don’t you understand what ‘concrete evidence’ means? You think your words alone can prove I’m guilty? “Don’t be ridiculous.” Seeing that I wasn’t bothered at all, she gritted her teeth and said emphatically, “I’m just telling what I’ve seen and heard. I don’t want everyone to be deceived by you. You killed Tabitha—that’s a fact! You’re a murderer!” I let out a scornful laugh. “Well, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. I’m not a murderer.” Then, in front of the police and everyone present, I called toward the inner room. “You can come out now.” A thin figure emerged from the bedroom at the far end. When the police and the crowd saw this person’s face, their eyes widened in shock, trembling and speechless.

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I signed a three-year secret relationship agreement with Elliot. On the surface, I was the enviable executive secretary. Behind closed doors, I was merely a substitute for his lover. I was only allowed to travel between the villa and the company, always by his side. I thought he loved me deeply, until I accidentally overheard his conversation with friends at a drinking party. “Parker would be furious if he knew you’ve kept his daughter, whom he’s been searching for most of his life, by your side, playing with her for three whole years.” “So what? As long as Lucia isn’t upset.” “Even though Juliet has a great figure, you must be bored with her by now. Why not let me have her…” “Hmm, I’ll think about it.” From these fragments of conversation, I pieced together the truth. So Elliot had kept me trapped by his side for three years all because of Lucia. To him, I was nothing but a plaything he could share with friends. Tears slid down the corners of my eyes as I stuffed the renewal agreement I had prepared back into my pocket. I would leave him forever. ***** “Juliet, why are you standing at the door?” Just as Elliot finished speaking, the private room door was forcefully pushed open. Elliot looked at me expressionlessly, pushing his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose, his tone ice-cold. “How long have you been here?” As the person was about to answer truthfully, I quickly interrupted, asking naturally, “Elliot, will you be busy for much longer? Should I take a taxi home first?” A flash of displeasure crossed Elliot’s face. “Don’t you dare leave my sight!” With that, he pulled me into the private room. The deafening music pounded in my ears as I looked at the men with varying expressions under the dim lights, feeling a wave of revulsion. Elliot’s hand firmly gripped my waist. He kept his distance from other women, yet clung to me possessively in his arms. He bit my collarbone hard and said, “Don’t go anywhere except by my side, understand? After I finish my work next week, I’ll take you for a vacation, okay?” I pushed him away, enduring the pain. He never acknowledged my status, yet always clung to me, leaving visible marks on my body. I said, “Okay.” I had always obeyed him, but this answer was an exception. He smiled with satisfaction, his hand slipping under my blouse. “You’re so obedient. How should I reward you?” I broke free from his embrace, unwilling to continue this charade of intimacy. When I saw he had no intention of stopping, I calmly reminded him, “So many people are watching. Aren’t you afraid the news will reach Lucia’s ears?” Sure enough, his face immediately turned cold. “You have no right to mention her.” For three years, I had meticulously played the role of an alluring rich girl, just to be more like Lucia. Yet I didn’t even have the right to mention her name. Perhaps to Elliot, I would never be worthy in this lifetime. His eyes darkened, but he left first, pulling me toward the underground parking garage. Just outside the private room, we ran into Lucia. Lucia asked curiously, “Eli, who is this?” Facing Lucia’s curious gaze, Elliot remained composed, smiling with exceptional tenderness. “She’s just an ordinary employee from my company who caused some trouble at the party. I’m taking her back to the office for a reprimand.” He tightened his grip on my wrist, silently warning me. My eyes filled with tears from the pain, and I nodded earnestly. Seeing my sincere expression, Lucia believed Elliot’s words. Elliot smiled with satisfaction. Lucia folded her arms, looking suspiciously between us, but was eventually called away by her friend without saying anything more. Elliot held my hand and pressed me against the back seat of his Bentley.The car had been specially modified with soundproof windows that prevented anyone outside from detecting what happened inside. Ironically, I once thought he was being considerate by driving smoothly on any road. But in reality, two-thirds of our intimate moments took place in this car. He thought it was both convenient and thrilling—just close the windows, and no one would ever know the shameful things happening inside.I had never felt so cheap. He pinned both my wrists with one hand, making my already swollen wrists even more unbearably painful. When I tried to struggle, his expression instantly turned cold. “Rein in your temper,” he said displeased. “Don’t make me irritated.” “You performed very well in front of Lucia earlier. I’ll give you a special reward.” The temperature in the car rose, yet I felt unusually cold. His eyes held only lust, not a trace of love. I was just a pet he could summon at will. I collapsed onto the seat, like a rag doll. Elliot’s face gradually darkened with menace. Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang. Lucia’s coquettish voice came through: “Eli, haven’t you left yet? Could you drive me home?” Her voice seemed to come from just outside the car window.

Everything happened so quickly. Elliot suddenly became flustered, responding with a hoarse voice. After some confusion, Lucia sat in the passenger seat. Her destination was a villa in the suburbs. The journey was quiet, but when the car turned onto a secluded suburban road, she suddenly said, “Eli, you seem quite close to your female assistant.” Elliot slammed on the brakes, fixing me with cold eyes. “Lucia, don’t misunderstand. I’ll make her get out right now.” The darkness outside was like a monster ready to devour me. I suppressed my anxiety and resistance, voluntarily opening the door to leave. Lucia said, “Eli, she’s your employee. It’s dangerous to make her get out here. I’m just a tiny bit uncomfortable, silly. I can handle it.” She pouted and turned away. Elliot quickly pulled her into his arms, but directed his anger at me: “What are you standing there for? Are you begging for death?” I couldn’t disobey any of his demands. That was stipulated in the agreement we signed three years ago. However, that agreement had already expired, and I no longer needed to follow its rules. Recently, there had been frequent murders, with multiple homicides reported nearby. After getting out, I barely dared to breathe loudly, suddenly recalling the night I first met Elliot. My foster father had jumped to his death after accumulating thirty million dollars in debt from a construction project. Worse still, my brother, trying to earn money, took the most dangerous job at a construction site and broke his leg when his safety lock wasn’t secured properly, requiring expensive medical treatment. I had tried everything except selling myself. I worked tirelessly selling drinks at various bars, but the money needed was like a bottomless pit. My appearance was too eye-catching, and I had repeatedly rejected one customer’s advances. Angered, he forced me to strip dance in a private room full of people. It was Elliot who saved me and voluntarily helped pay off all my debts, with the only condition being signing an agreement with him. He was a ray of light in my dark life. I knew he had been hurt before and still loved someone else. I knew he suffered from insomnia and could only sleep soundly when holding me at night. I understood his food preferences and dislikes. He seemed to have a desperate need for physical contact, having sex with me every day. No other women ever appeared in his life. He constantly gave me gifts and spoke words of affection. I naively believed we loved each other. But only now did I understand that he helped me because of my connection to Lucia. Lucia was Parker’s illegitimate daughter. If Parker’s daughter from his first marriage hadn’t been kidnapped as a child, Lucia would never have become the Harris family heir. She was ostracized in their entire social circle. Elliot found me, made me fall in love with him, and kept me under his control. As long as he controlled me, Lucia’s position as heir would remain unchallenged. Whenever Lucia got entangled with other men outside, Elliot would return home and vent his frustration on me.I thought it was love, only to realize it was actually hate. The sky suddenly erupted in a downpour, with icy raindrops pelting down, stinging my skin with their cold. There was no one around in sight and nowhere to take shelter. Having no phone with me, I couldn’t contact anyone, so I had no choice but to trudge along the road, enduring the hardship as I continued forward. Finally, I found a clinic. The moment the doctor opened the door, I collapsed unconscious.When I woke up, my head was throbbing. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Elliot. Seeing me awake, he didn’t offer a single word of concern. He merely extinguished the lit cigarette in his hand and coldly urged, “Since you’re awake, let’s head out for the award ceremony.”

My mind went completely blank for a moment, and it took me a while to remember the schedule he was reminding me of. I had represented the company in a prestigious design competition and somehow managed to win the gold award. My face was pale, and for the first time in three years, I contemplated calling in sick. He seemed to read my mind and spoke first, “Who do you think you are? You just got caught in the rain, and now you’re acting all delicate and dramatic?” I pressed my lips together without arguing, silently getting up to dress myself. No matter what, in his eyes, I was worthless. I didn’t need to explain myself to him. A flash of satisfaction crossed his gaze. He even opened the car door for me and personally fastened my seatbelt. I looked out the window, a plan forming in my mind. This award ceremony was hosted by the Harris family. I might have a chance to meet my biological father, perhaps even be recognized by him on stage. Plus, today marked the day I received my first award in life. Thinking about this, a glimmer of anticipation rose within me. Lucia, as a representative of the host, was naturally present at the event. She glanced casually at the list of winners and said, “Juliet, you’re amazing, actually winning this award. I’m so envious I could cry. Unfortunately, I don’t have that talent; I might never win such an award in my lifetime.” I was momentarily speechless. In a fair and just competition, of course only those with ability would win. But I still casually agreed, “I was just lucky, that’s all.” The award ceremony began on time. Although I already knew the results, I was still extremely nervous when the award was announced, my palms sweating. The gold winner’s name scrolled on the big screen, and the host deliberately kept the audience in suspense. He dragged out his words, “The gold award goes to Lucia. Congratulations, Miss Harris!” The scrolling names on the screen finally stopped at “Lucia.” I had already instinctively stood up from my seat, staring blankly at the screen. Lucia, however, appeared composed. Seeing my somewhat awkward situation, she couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh softly, “What I want, I never fail to get.” Nearby, my biological father looked at Lucia with admiration as she went on stage to accept the award. The crowd below began to whisper. “Who is that? How embarrassing. Why did she stand up when the gold award was announced?” “I don’t know. But I heard the original gold winner was someone named Juliet. How did it suddenly change to Miss Harris?” “Miss Harris is just exceptional. Look how radiant she is today, making that girl from earlier look like a clumsy clown in comparison.” “Exactly, I think so too.” Hearing these words, my nails nearly dug into the flesh of my palms. Elliot was adjusting his cuffs at this moment and said coldly, “I had the organizers change the winner’s name an hour before the ceremony. Let this award be Lucia’s. “From now on, you’ll continue to create under Lucia’s name. “Awards aren’t important; what matters most is Lucia’s happiness.” I turned to look at Elliot in disbelief. This design had taken me an entire month of sleepless nights to complete, countless times of anxiety due to lack of inspiration. To me, it was as precious as my own child. Yet he so easily made me give up the award to Lucia. Seeing my unhappy expression, he slightly softened his tone, stroking my hand reassuringly, “Don’t be angry. Didn’t you want to go to the amusement park? I’ll take you there.” Once, I truly wanted to go to the amusement park with him.Once, I had truly wanted to go to the amusement park with him. But now, I had given up on that idea entirely. I let out a bitter smile. Elliot loved Lucia and thought constantly about making her happy, while I only received his hollow attention. Mustering my courage, I said to Elliot, “That won’t be necessary. The agreement between us has run its course, and I want to leave.”However, Elliot seemed not to have heard me at all. Lucia excitedly came down from the stage after receiving her award and threw herself straight into his arms. He congratulated Lucia, completely ignoring what I had said. The courage I had mustered instantly vanished. For the past three years, I only knew how to obey him, enduring his unreasonable temper and endless desires. Now, I finally realized clearly that my submission and pleas only encouraged his behavior, never earning me an ounce of compassion. While Elliot and Lucia were immersed in their sweet moment, I quietly slipped away, trying to find an opportunity to approach an assistant close to my biological father. I said, “Hello, I’m Juliet. Actually, I’m Mr. Harris’s biological daughter.” I thought he would be shocked or excited, but he responded expressionlessly, “Do you have any proof?” I panicked inside and stammered, “No, but…” He had clearly lost patience. “Ma’am, you’re the two hundredth person claiming to be Mr. Harris’s daughter. How many more times must this trick be repeated?” With that, he turned to leave, ignoring all my explanations and pleas. Just as I was feeling disappointed, a handsome man approached me and asked sincerely, “Do you need help?” I tried hard to recall, but had no memory of this person. He said, “You don’t remember me? Last night at the bar, didn’t you overhear my conversation with Elliot?” Hearing his words, I finally remembered who he was. I frowned, rolled my eyes, and was about to leave. He was taken aback, quickly stepped forward and grabbed my wrist, explaining, “I said those things intentionally for you to hear. Don’t misunderstand. I can help you.”

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My boyfriend of five years once said he would marry me immediately if I got pregnant. For this promise, I went through twelve IVF cycles and finally succeeded in carrying his child. With the pregnancy test results in hand, I was overjoyed and ready to share the good news with him, when I accidentally overheard him drinking with his friends. “Didn’t you get a vasectomy for Diana long ago? Where did her baby come from? Could she be having someone else’s child?” a voice mocked. Myles, with a woman in his arms, said contemptuously, “That child is definitely mine and Diana’s. She’s nothing but a tool. If Diana wasn’t afraid of pain, she wouldn’t even have this opportunity.” In that moment, I realized the five years of sweet memories were all an illusion. Without hesitation, I bought a plane ticket abroad and left. Three years later, Myles found me at the airport. When he saw the child in my arms, his eyes instantly welled up with tears. “I know I was wrong. Please come back. I’ll announce to the world that you’re my wife. A child needs a father,” he said sincerely and passionately. However, I just smiled faintly and showed him the wedding ring on my finger. “Sorry, I’m already married.” ***** Hearing the conversation in the private room, I could barely stand. I thought, “Could the child in my womb really not be mine?” I instinctively touched my belly, unable to believe any of this. During our five years together, Myles had been extremely loving and never changed. Once when I mentioned I was afraid of the dark, he spent a fortune to buy Filana’s largest diamond as a bedside decoration. Whenever someone belittled my background, that person would be kneeling at our doorstep the next day, apologizing to me. The conversation in the private room continued. Myles said, “When Esther was working as a bartender, she was almost assaulted by a group of men. I happened to save her, and she fell for me. “Who would want to have a child with a bartender? She’s been with so many men. Having her bear a child is just for convenience. “I’ve already arranged everything with the hospital. Whether we want the child or not depends entirely on Diana’s mood.” The woman in Myles’ arms kissed him and said, “Myles, you’re so good to me.” My breath caught, and my chest felt crushed by a boulder. Those days working at the bar were memories I never wanted to revisit. I had only ever told Myles about this. At the time, he held me tenderly, his eyes full of compassion. Now, he was publicly exposing this secret, turning it into a joke for their amusement. “This gold digger will definitely try to claim her position. She has so many tricks up her sleeve, Mr. Weber, don’t fall into her trap.” “For these five years, Myles has kept Mrs. Weber’s position vacant, waiting for Diana. Now that Diana is back, that woman’s good days are over.” Hearing these words, my knees weakened, and I almost fell. A passing waiter caught me in time and asked with concern, “Miss, are you alright?” I steadied myself and whispered, “Thank you.” No wonder I had once seen a photo of a woman in Myles’ study. The photo was a bit blurry, but the woman in it bore some resemblance to me. At the time, Myles explained she was an old friend. Later, when I tried to enter his study again, the servants stopped me, saying Myles had ordered that I was no longer allowed in. Looking back now, I finally understood that he had been treating me as a substitute all along. Fighting back tears, I watched Diana in Myles’ arms, my heart shattering with pain. Diana took several photos with Myles’ phone, then lightly tapped the screen. The next second, my phone received a notification. Opening it, I saw content posted from Myles’ Instagram account. Nine photos in total, each one showing Diana and Myles intimately together under dim lighting. And Myles made no attempt to stop her. Thinking back, I had also tried to document our love on Instagram, only to be scolded by him. Soon, my phone received several messages from Myles.[You think getting pregnant with his child means you can be with him?] [You should be thankful for that face of yours, otherwise you wouldn’t even have a chance of catching Myles’ attention.] [But I’m not that petty either—I won’t shortchange you a penny. Once you have the baby, I’ll give you eight million dollars, more money than you could earn in your entire lifetime.]After I give birth, you’ll give me eight million dollars—money I couldn’t earn in a lifetime.] Diana’s provocations came one after another, until suddenly the sound of a breaking bottle and a scream echoed through the private room. I looked up to see a young man clutching his head on the floor, while Myles casually tossed aside half a broken bottle. He said coldly, “What business is it of yours whether I get married or not? “I’m warning you all, shut your mouths. If anyone dares tell Esther, don’t expect me to show mercy.” A cold smile tugged at my lips. At this point, Myles only thought I still had some value to him. But, Myles, I want nothing more to do with this relationship or this child.

Late at night, I lay in bed looking at flight tickets. Suddenly, a pair of hands wrapped around my waist from behind. Myles, smelling of alcohol, held me tightly and murmured with furrowed brows, “Diana…” Countless times in his sleep, he had called out this name. I never thought much of it before, assuming it was his pet name for me. Now, I realized how painfully naive I had been. I broke free from Myles’s embrace, walked to the balcony to feel the night breeze, and purchased a ticket to Geleat for three days later. The next morning, Myles took care of me as usual. He bent down to help me put on my socks, then gently lifted me up. Looking at his flawless face, my thoughts were in complete disarray. The stern, decisive CEO known in the business world had no pretenses with me, acting every bit the perfect husband. Yet this loving facade was nothing but a carefully crafted illusion that had fooled everyone. At the breakfast table, Myles suddenly leaned closer to me. “Why aren’t you happy?” he asked. I didn’t answer, lowering my gaze to notice the fresh and fading kiss marks on his neck. Feeling nauseated, I abruptly pushed his hand away and rushed toward the bathroom. I suddenly lost my balance. As I fell forward, I tripped over baby toys on the floor. Those toys had been bought by Myles in anticipation of our child’s arrival, and they were never carelessly left around. “Careful!” Myles rushed forward and caught me. I fell into his arms, still shaken. He frowned and said softly, “You’re so careless. What would you do without me?” My heart sank. So this was what Myles truly thought. He believed I could never leave him. Myles looked up, his eyes filled with coldness, and harshly questioned the row of servants standing at attention in the living room, “Who cleaned the living room today?” The living room fell silent; no one dared to answer. At that moment, someone hurried out from the guest room—it was Diana, whom I had just met yesterday. I stood there frozen in disbelief. Why was she here? I was shocked to see her in our home. Looking behind her, I was stunned to see the guest room had been filled with her luggage overnight, with more by the front door. Diana nervously grabbed my hand and said, “It was me! Esther, are you hurt?” She was in tears, completely different from her arrogant demeanor yesterday. She said, “The first trimester requires extra caution. I wanted to sanitize these toys, but my good intentions backfired. I’m sorry.” Myles remained unmoved, suppressing his anger as he scolded her, “Stop meddling in these matters. If you cause any more trouble, you can go sleep on the balcony!” Then, he reluctantly explained to me, “She grew up with me, and I see her as a sister. When she heard you were pregnant, she insisted on coming to help take care of you. She’s been spoiled since childhood, so please don’t take offense.” “I’m sorry, Myles. I didn’t mean to. I promise I’ll take good care of Esther during her pregnancy,” Diana said sincerely, even raising her hand to swear. I didn’t even have a chance to express my opinion. Without responding, I turned and went back to my room to pack. At noon, Diana prepared a large meal to apologize to me.However, the table was covered with various animal organs like liver, kidneys and intestines, and the strong fishy smell of animal organs made me nearly vomit. I immediately wanted to leave, but Diana forcefully held me down in my seat. She said, “Esther, I heard from doctors that pregnant women need to supplement trace elements. These dishes are specially prepared for you, you need to eat these.” I wanted to refuse, but Diana’s strength was surprisingly powerful to resist.She kept force-feeding me, as if I were livestock. The next second, I could no longer hold back the nausea in my stomach. I pushed Diana away forcefully and rushed to the bathroom to throw up. Myles scolded, “Diana is doing this for you and the baby’s sake, how can you be so ungrateful?” I remained slumped helplessly by the toilet, offering no response. At some point, they had both left. I washed my face and decided to process my overseas travel documents that very day. In the afternoon, I returned home to find the mansion completely empty. As I was wondering where everyone was, I suddenly heard faint sounds. Following the noise, I discovered Diana in my bedroom, wearing my pajamas, sitting on Myles’s lap.

Intermittent voices came from the room. Diana said, “Myles, I regret it. I don’t want to watch you being so good to that woman. Let me have our child instead. Will you dump her?” Myles responded, “Of course, I’ll do that for you.” As soon as he finished speaking, the bed began to shake more urgently, and Diana’s intermittent moans filtered through. I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms, filled with rage. I thought, “What exactly do they take me for? A breeding tool?” I turned and left, heading straight for the hospital. Only I could decide the fate of this child. To avoid Myles finding out, I risked going to a small hospital for an abortion. Lying on the operating table, I felt the cold instruments moving between my legs. I closed my eyes, and a tear slid from the corner of my eye. The doctor had just told me that due to multiple IVF procedures, my uterine wall had become very thin, making natural conception highly unlikely in the future. Even if I tried IVF again, the chances of a successful pregnancy would be slim. This meant I could never become a mother. By the time I returned home, it was already dark. Myles saw me and rushed forward to embrace me. He said, “Esther, where have you been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” I pushed him away, fighting through my discomfort. “I just felt stuffy and went out for a walk.” Just thinking about the scene between him and Diana in bed made me sick. Myles sighed in relief and reached out to stroke my head. “Next time you want to go out, tell me, and I’ll accompany you.” I turned my head to avoid his hand, not wanting to look at his hypocritical face anymore. Looking at my pale face in the mirror, I suddenly found it laughable. I never realized before that Myles was actually such a terrible actor. If he had paid even a little attention to me, he would have noticed something was wrong. The next morning, I made a bowl of oatmeal. Having just had surgery, I couldn’t eat anything spicy. Diana saw this and mocked, “Myles went out specially to buy breakfast for me, while you only deserve this.” She raised her hand, and a blue diamond sparkled in the sunlight between her fingers. I recognized it immediately—it was the exorbitantly priced custom engagement ring Myles had commissioned last year, one of only two in the world, which had even trended online. He had promised to propose to me with it, but now it was on Diana’s finger. Diana continued, “All the jewelry he’s given you over the years were pieces I didn’t want.” I nodded casually and turned back to my room. After Diana finished breakfast, Myles took me out, claiming it was for our so-called anniversary. The car slowly pulled up in front of a bridal shop. Myles smiled at me, and I was momentarily stunned. I had accidentally discovered photos on his phone earlier and learned that when I first became pregnant, he had secretly ordered a wedding dress. Since then, I had been looking forward to the day I would wear it. So even though he had delayed proposing to me, I always believed we would get married. Now Myles’s intentions were obvious, just short of saying it outright. He was about to fulfill my five-year wait, but I no longer felt any joy. Myles held my hand as we got out of the car, but before he could speak, I saw Diana twirling around inside the shop. She was wearing the wedding dress Myles had custom-made, with a cinched waist and strapless design, fitting perfectly in every way.Ignoring how Myles’s expression darkened, she stepped forward, tugging at his arm, and said, “Myles, bridal photoshoots are really trending lately. Can we take some photos too?” When he didn’t respond, she pulled him away from me and stood on tiptoe to whisper something in his ear. Myles’s furrowed brow suddenly relaxed, and he let out a soft sigh.He walked over to me and said in a low voice, “We still have plenty of time. I’ll help you pick out a wedding dress later.” Diana pointed at the necklace around my neck and said coquettishly, “Myles, this necklace would suit me better.” Myles took out his phone and transferred me $200,000, then moved behind me and removed the necklace. Throughout the entire process, he never asked for my opinion. Even though he knew perfectly well that this necklace was a gift from my mother Natalie, and I had always treasured it. I fell into a prolonged silence. After they went in for the photoshoot, Diana sent me a message with a screenshot showing a transfer of $2 million. [Myles says that’s all you’re worth.] I didn’t reply and left the store. Having a third person appear on my anniversary with Myles was absurd enough; I had no interest in continuing this charade. My love for him had completely evaporated, and today was no longer a special day. I didn’t need the remaining time either. I changed direction and went to the nightclub. This had been my original destination today. I had just finished signing the contract and was about to go downstairs when I saw Diana around the corner. She stood in front of me, holding the broken necklace, and threw the shattered pearls at my face. She angrily said, “I knew you wouldn’t change. Whose baby are you carrying? And Myles actually scolded me because of you!” I looked up at her. “Now that I think about it, you do look familiar. You were at this nightclub that night when those people came for me, weren’t you?” Her expression became flustered, obviously guilty. “Don’t talk nonsense!” What had been mere suspicion before was now absolute certainty. I ignored her and turned toward the spiral staircase. After descending a few steps, her voice rang out again. “Let’s see what you’ll do if something happens to your baby!” I instinctively turned around and saw the malicious smile on her face just as she pushed me violently. She used all her strength. I screamed as I lost my balance and fell backward. Just when I had almost given up hope, a hand from behind caught me and pulled me into a protective embrace.   Myles’s expression was one of profound relief, his body trembling slightly. “Thank goodness I came.” Seeing his reaction, Diana became anxious, her eyes reddening. “Myles, you promised me!” Myles, in a rare display of anger toward her, shouted, “Enough!” Diana defiantly raised her chin, though tears were already streaming down her face. “Esther still works at the nightclub. I was just disciplining her for you! Besides, she hit me first!” Her words were a mixture of truth and lies, but at least one statement was true. All her actions stemmed from the confidence and silent permission Myles had given her. Myles didn’t reprimand her further but turned to me and said, “Diana is my sister. You don’t need to lose your temper over these trivial matters; it’s dangerous.” I gently pushed him away and politely said, “Thank you.” Afterward, he took Diana home. While I sat in the back seat scrolling through my phone, I discovered the incident was already spreading online. The morning’s events had been captured by passersby and uploaded, instantly igniting public opinion. The comment section was filled with accusations against me. The nightclub had security cameras, but Myles wouldn’t let me access the footage. He said, “I’ll handle this matter.” During dinner, Myles frequently got up to take phone calls. The waiters huddled together, exchanging whispers, occasionally glancing at me with contempt. “The woman he always brought here before wasn’t her. What is she pretending to be?” When I looked at my phone again, Myles had already suppressed all the news. However, this controversy quickly took a new turn. A maliciously edited video entered the public eye. In the footage, I was holding a wine glass, then pinned down by a group of men. Combined with the trending topics that had just been suppressed, along with deliberately misleading comments, netizens were quick to condemn me as the guilty party. Subsequently, rumors about me spread like wildfire. They labeled me a nightclub entertainer with implied promiscuity, someone who seduced customers to climb the social ladder and interfered in others’ relationships. All kinds of unspeakable words flooded the internet. As clever as Myles was, he surely knew Diana was behind this.I mocked, “Myles, you allowed her to defame me like this.” I spoke with certainty, and his silence confirmed my suspicion. He said wearily, “Today of all days, can you please let this matter go?” Then he promised almost solemnly: “Esther, I will marry you and clear everything up for you today, if you just drop this.”I looked away, realizing that five years of genuine feelings had been wasted, exchanged for one transaction after another in the name of love. Myles was indeed a successful businessman, capable of weighing the pros and cons even in matters of the heart. I didn’t answer, just sat across from him in silence until we hastily finished our meal. Soon after, the controversy around this topic died down again. We arrived at the riverside, only to find the banks already crowded with media vehicles. No one was willing to let go of such a sensational story. But their attention was quickly diverted. Every year on this day, Myles would meticulously plan a grand performance, and this year’s was even more spectacular. Fireworks soared into the sky, showering the daylight with brilliant and magnificent romance. “I never expected to see a new work from this master!” someone began livestreaming. Myles embraced me from behind and whispered, “I spent half a year preparing this. Do you like it?” I looked up at the fireworks as they gradually transformed into heart-shaped patterns. His intentions were obvious, but I only felt bored. From the corner of my eye, Diana’s figure flashed by, and immediately after, Myles’s phone began ringing incessantly. He frowned as he declined call after call. After the performance, the plaza had quietly been transformed with new decorations, and the media gathered around again. Myles faced me and slowly knelt on one knee, his eyes full of deep affection. He said, “Esther, you’ve been my fiancée-to-be from early on. Today marks the fifth year of our love. Will you marry me?” Amid flashing cameras, I smiled brightly. “I will.” I extended my hand, allowing him to slip that second-hand diamond ring onto my ring finger. In my heart, I said, “Myles, I promise to leave you forever.” His tense lips finally relaxed at that moment, his eyes brimming with joy. For a brief instant, I even thought I glimpsed his true heart. But that door had never opened; for five years, I had been hurting myself trying to get through. Shortly after the media dispersed, Myles finally answered his phone. “After you reprimanded Ms. Collins, she ran off. We haven’t been able to contact her. Her last known location was by the river!” Myles’s expression changed drastically, as if he was making a difficult decision. “You have your pregnancy check-up today,” he finally closed his eyes briefly and said, “I’ll take you to the hospital first.” I smiled and said, “You’ve got the time wrong. The check-up is the day after tomorrow.” He immediately looked chagrined, as if he had truly forgotten the date. He said, “Then I’ll clear my entire schedule the day after tomorrow to accompany you for a thorough examination.” He didn’t continue, but I chose to let it go. The smile remained on my face. “Go quickly, before something really happens.” “Esther, you’re always so understanding.” He hurriedly kissed me and strode away without looking back. In truth, the pregnancy check-up was indeed today, but none of that mattered anymore. I was grateful that the unblessed child had departed early. Now, it was my turn to leave. After the crowd dispersed, I threw away the ring and tore up the tickets I had been clutching. A private jet waited not far away. I turned and boarded. All coincidences converged today, destined to become your most unforgettable day. Myles, this is the surprise I return to you. We will never meet again.

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When my daughter was about to turn one month old, I found two plane tickets to Emerfield in Felix Turner’s wallet. I secretly rejoiced, thinking he wanted to surprise me. I didn’t expect that on the day our daughter turned one month old, he would say his company had arranged a last-minute business trip. I stayed awake all night. Meanwhile, his lover posted photos with the caption: [Fulfilled our promise to kiss in the church with my beloved. Thank God for not separating us.] The photo showed them kissing while holding hands. I didn’t immediately confront Felix. Instead, I turned to look at my sleeping daughter, then picked up my phone and messaged my father: [Dad, I’ve decided to take over your company.] When Felix happily returned home, I had already packed my luggage. He paused for a moment and asked, “Harper, what are you packing for?” Without looking up, I replied coldly, “I’m going to stay at my dad’s for a few days.” Felix seemed pleasantly surprised, then pulled out a bracelet from his pocket, put it on my wrist, and pulled me into his arms, saying, “I’ve been so busy with work lately, I’m sorry, darling.” I merely hummed in response. Felix stared at me, nervous when he didn’t hear me questioning him. In the past, I would have demanded Felix provide a reasonable explanation until I was satisfied. I thought I would collapse or even break down in tears the day I discovered Felix’s affair, not remain as calm as I am now. When I saw the tickets in Felix’s wallet, I excitedly thought: “Felix isn’t always so insensitive; occasionally he creates surprises for me. After all, giving birth is an extremely difficult thing for a woman. He should reward me.” I quietly waited for his surprise, even planning our trip to Emerfield, but night fell without Felix returning home. The next day, when the plane to Emerfield landed, I finally received a message from Felix: [The company arranged a last-minute business trip. I’ll be back in a few days.] I realized he never intended to travel with me. He even forgot that today marked one month since our daughter Ashley’s birth. Looking at the Emerfield tourist attractions saved on my phone, I felt like a complete fool. Felix’s lover, Kelly Simmons, posted new content, tagged at a church in Emerfield. She wrote: [Fulfilled our promise to kiss in the church with my beloved. Thank God for not separating us.] Her photo showed them kissing while holding hands. I sneered to myself, thinking: “In a man’s heart, his first love truly is irreplaceable.” Felix came out of the kitchen, frowning, “Did you eat mango at home? How many times have I told you I can’t stand the smell of mango?” Since learning Felix disliked mangoes, I had basically never eaten them. I even gave up parsley, which I loved. During all these years together, I had always been the one adapting to his lifestyle. After seeing that photo, I suddenly felt a sense of liberation. I shouldn’t make myself so miserable for someone who doesn’t love me. Ashley started crying, and I picked her up, preparing to return to the bedroom to breastfeed. Felix quickly blocked my way.

He said, “Harper, I haven’t eaten yet…” I asked puzzled, “Then cook something. Why are you telling me?” Felix clearly expected me to be like before, always having dinner ready for him no matter what. Holding Ashley, I turned and said to him, “Or you can order takeout.” ***** Ashley always falls asleep quickly. I received a message from my father, Bob Wilson. [Harper, I’ve asked you so many times but you’ve always refused to come back and manage the company. I’m getting old. Can you help me?] [I know you want to protect Felix’s pride by not letting him know about our family’s financial situation, but you’re my only child. My company can only go to you.] I felt a pang of guilt. My parents have always cared for me, yet I was willing to refuse helping them for Felix’s sake. [Dad, I’ve decided to manage your company.] My father’s company, Wilson Group, has invested in many businesses domestically. My parents had asked me multiple times to take over Wilson Group, but out of concern for Felix’s fragile ego, I had always refused them.Felix and I were college classmates. He was the only person from his village to attend university. He worked incredibly hard and truly achieved quite a lot. But what he didn’t know was that these achievements were largely due to my quiet support behind the scenes. As someone from a rural background, Felix struggled to compete against those with power and influence.On my birthday, Felix waited for three hours in the snow. When he saw me, he immediately dropped to one knee and asked, “Harper, will you marry me?” Felix’s cheeks were red from the cold, but his eyes were bright as they reflected my image. My heart raced, and my hands nervously clutched the hem of my clothes. Felix moved closer, kissed my face, and then whispered in my ear, “Harper, will you be my wife?” “Yes,” I blurted out. He knew I would say yes. Everyone in college knew I loved him. And just like that, we got married soon after. After our marriage, Felix wouldn’t let me work, claiming he could support me. Whenever I mentioned wanting to work, Felix would get drunk and ask, “Harper, do you look down on me too? Have you always looked down on me because I’m from the countryside?” I knew he had strong pride, but I never confronted his insecurities. I believed I was a good wife. Bob seemed to sense something was wrong and messaged me: “Are you and Felix doing okay?” I didn’t respond. Shortly after, he said: “Baby, we’ll support whatever decision you make.” Felix came to the bedroom after dinner. Turning away from him, I said, “Ashley needs milk in the middle of the night. You should sleep in the guest room.” In the past, I would always stay close to Felix after his business trips, not wanting to leave his side. But now I couldn’t even bear to look at him. To my surprise, Felix erupted in anger, completely disregarding our sleeping Ashley: “Harper, enough! I’ve already explained to you that Kelly and I went on a business trip together a week ago. It was a work arrangement I couldn’t refuse.” “If I don’t work, you and Ashley can’t survive. We need money. How long are you going to be angry?” “You’re no help with my work; you’re nothing but a burden.” If Felix hadn’t reminded me, I would have almost forgotten how stupid I am.

A week ago, Felix disappeared for an entire night. After giving birth, I experienced severe abdominal pain, and the doctor required a family member to accompany me for a postpartum check-up. But that day I couldn’t find Felix and had to ask a friend for help. My friend discovered Felix embracing Kelly in a private room at a nightclub. The next day, I had a huge argument with Felix in the hospital room. Felix still thought I was being too petty. He said, “I was drunk that night. And there were so many people there, nothing could have happened between Kelly and me. Why have you become so suspicious since your pregnancy? Are you experiencing postpartum depression?” “If there was something between Kelly and me, I wouldn’t have married you.” “Kelly even came to visit you when you were giving birth. Yet you misunderstand her like this. You’re being too harsh, with such dirty thoughts.” I think I should have called a priest to marry them when I first saw them together. When I saw the plane tickets, I still had illusions about Felix, but reality hit me hard. It suddenly hit me how utterly exhausted I’d been all these years. Seeing Felix’s displeased expression, I calmly said, “No. You misunderstood.” Felix probably didn’t expect me to be so composed. I actually saw him become a bit flustered. He asked, “Harper, are you really not angry?” I smiled and said, “No. Please go to the guest room. I need to sleep now. I’ll have to feed Ashley soon.” I turned off the lights and got into bed before he could respond. Felix stood up unhappily and left the bedroom. I wondered, “Doesn’t Felix always dislike it when I make unreasonable scenes? Why is he still angry when I’m so calm this time?” Early the next morning, Felix had prepared my favorite breakfast. He said, “Harper, you’re awake. I heard the food you had in the hospital wasn’t nutritious, so I bought your favorite sandwich today.” So Felix had known all along that the food in the hospital cafeteria wasn’t good. So he knew what I didn’t like to eat. Looking through Kelly’s online posts, I discovered that Felix was very familiar with Kelly’s preferences.Kelly doesn’t like eating out, yet Felix is willing to cook himself just to earn her praise. But since I gave birth, his attitude toward me has been so cold. I realize he doesn’t love me anymore. But I can’t help wondering what true love really is. I’ve seen what Felix was like when he loved me, but sadly, those beautiful times are gone forever.Felix pulled out two tickets from behind his back and said, “Harper, you mentioned wanting to visit Emerfield. I’m on vacation recently, and seeing you’re in low spirits, I’ve already bought the tickets. Let’s go on a trip.” I found it ridiculous. He would take different women to the same city twice. Suppressing my anger, I smiled and said, “I can’t go. Ashley needs care, and I don’t have time.” He replied, “I’ll hire a nanny to look after her.” I looked up at the falling leaves outside the window and said, “Felix, Emerfield’s most beautiful season has already ended.” “You’ve already experienced it with the person you love most.” I kept the second half to myself. Felix awkwardly said, “I’m sorry, I forgot…” But I knew he hadn’t forgotten. I said, “You should get to work, or you’ll be late.” I thought my attitude made my stance clear enough, but Felix believed I was just being moody, so lately he’s been trying everything to cheer me up, even suggesting taking me to an amusement park. The hollow promises Felix made no longer stirred any emotion in me. After all, something unexpected always happens before he fulfills them. I realized then that it might have been because Kelly was jealous of me and deliberately made things difficult for Felix. But this time, Felix’s plan went smoothly. When Felix drove up to me, Kelly was sitting in the passenger seat. She said, “Harper! Get in!” Kelly extended her hand to greet me, as if she were Felix’s wife. Felix hurriedly explained, “I told her we were going to the amusement park today, Kelly was interested in joining, so I agreed.” “Harper, Kelly gets carsick, so I let her sit in the front. Would you mind sitting in the back?” Felix asked tentatively, his eyes betraying his discomfort. Before I could answer, Kelly interjected, “Oh, Felix, Harper will definitely understand.” After saying this, Kelly lightly patted Felix’s chest. Felix reflexively held Kelly’s hand, looking at her tenderly. The scene turned my stomach, filling me with a wave of revulsion that washed over me. Even though I wanted to break up with Felix, the display of their intimacy still made me feel physically ill. Felix came to his senses and abruptly let go of Kelly’s hand, appearing somewhat embarrassed. I walked to the front of Felix’s car and calmly said while looking into his eyes, “Felix, let’s get divorced.” Hearing this, Felix immediately got out of the car and came to my side, saying, “Harper, don’t be angry. We’re just going out to have fun, bringing Kelly along doesn’t affect anything. Don’t treat her as an imaginary enemy.” I sneered, “Felix, you misunderstand. I’m not treating her as an imaginary enemy. I just want a divorce.” Seeing how serious I was, Felix coldly said, “Do you have to argue with me in front of others? Ashley is still young. What do you plan to do if we divorce? You have no capability; you can’t survive without me.” “With your abilities, it’s difficult to survive in this society. I’ve really spoiled you all these years!” I chuckled lightly, “What? In all our years of marriage, when have you ever spoiled me?” Felix looked hurt and said, “Harper, haven’t I? Everything in our home was bought with my salary. You’ve never worked all these years. Yet now you’re so arrogant and domineering.” “If you married someone else, no one could tolerate your bad temper.” Felix furiously tore the divorce agreement to pieces, his face flushed with anger as he said, “Don’t use divorce to threaten me. You’re annoying.” Kelly ran over from the side, crying and explaining, “Harper, you’re really misunderstanding Felix. There’s no need for you to argue because of me…” I shook off Kelly’s hand and said, “You’re filthy!” At that moment, a car pulled up nearby. A well-dressed man got out. Upon seeing him, Felix quickly composed himself, stepped forward with a smile, and said, “Mr. Brown, what a coincidence meeting you here. If you had notified me in advance, I would have booked a hotel for you.” Owen Brown ignored Felix, came to my side, and said, “Ms. Wilson, Mr. Wilson sent me to take you home. Please get in the car.” “Ms. Wilson?” Felix was stunned.

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After being released from prison, I immediately spotted the black luxury car parked at the entrance. In the snow, Yves Whitman and our son Noah Whitman stood in front of the car. Yves coldly said, “Aria, do you understand what you did wrong? You need to turn over a new leaf. Let’s go home.” Meanwhile, the son I had risked my life to give birth to blocked my way and said, “Go apologize to Sarah, or I’ll never acknowledge you as my mother again!” Looking at the two similar faces before me, I felt my heart ache. This time, I truly gave up. I wanted neither of them. I didn’t expect Yves would come to pick me up personally when I got out of prison. He stood at the prison gate in the falling snow, holding Noah’s hand, and said, “Aria, I’ve come to get you.” In the past, I would have immediately rushed toward them with joy, embracing them. But now, I looked at them, feeling nothing but calm inside. Yves said coldly, “Aria, do you understand what you did wrong? You need to turn over a new leaf. Let’s go home.” But Noah stubbornly blocked the car and said, “We’re not going home! Mom needs to apologize to Sarah first! Otherwise, I’ll never acknowledge you as my mother again!” Wearing only thin clothes, I stood shivering in the snow, frowning at Noah, but said nothing. I felt dazed and disoriented, finding it hard to believe this was the son I had risked my life to give birth to. Yves pulled Noah aside and gestured for me to get in the car. “Let’s go. Noah is right. We’ll go to the Starlight Hotel first. Sarah has prepared a celebration party for you there. When you see Sarah, you can apologize to her in person.” I looked at him in disbelief and said disappointedly, “I don’t want to go. I just want to go home now.” Yves insisted on pulling me into the car, gently persuading me: “Aria, you’re an adult now. You need to take responsibility for your actions and set a good example for Noah. When you make mistakes, you must face the consequences. Being stubborn will only hurt you.” I stared at his serious face and said, “I want to go home first, take a shower, and change my clothes.” But Noah shouted for the driver to go directly to the hotel. “No, that would waste too much time! We can’t keep Sarah waiting. I promised Sarah we’d come straight to her after picking you up.” Yves nodded in agreement. “You and Sarah know each other well, don’t worry, she won’t blame you. Let’s go directly to the hotel. You just need to sincerely apologize to her later.” My face darkened, and I said nothing more. Despite the heater in the car, I still felt cold to my core. After a moment of silence, I said coldly, “I will not apologize. I regret not killing her with my own hands to avenge my grandmother.” Yves showed a troubled expression and said, “Aria, you’re too stubborn. Why can’t you compromise for me?” Noah shouted directly, “Bad women don’t deserve to be my mother. I don’t want a murderer as my mom!” Yet, I looked coldly at my closest family members, the absurdity of the situation suddenly hitting me. The irony was overwhelming. I shook my head, laughing through my tears.

The car stopped at the hotel entrance. Yves took off his suit jacket and draped it over my shoulders, holding my hand. In front of others, he always appeared gentlemanly and polite. I withdrew my hand, put on the jacket properly, and walked toward the private room with my head held high. “Aria,” Yves called anxiously from behind. I ignored him and could already hear Sarah Jensen and her friends chatting in the room from a distance. “Aria, that fool, she doesn’t deserve to be married to Yves.” “Yes, if Sarah hadn’t gone abroad back then, Aria would never have had the chance.” “Exactly, you and Yves grew up together, you’re perfect for each other.” “Now Aria even has an attempted murder record, she’s like a dirty rat, disgusting.” At this point, Sarah pretended to be magnanimous and said, “I know you’re all upset on my behalf, but please don’t talk about Aria like that. She has already been punished for her actions.”This seemingly sympathetic statement was actually designed to turn everyone against me. Sure enough, after she spoke, everyone in the room eagerly disparaged me, defending Sarah’s honor. I stood at the doorway with a cold smirk, reaching out to push the door open. But Yves held me back, saying, “Aria, don’t mind what these people say. Just apologize to Sarah, and this will be over. In the future…”I yanked my hand away from him and pushed the door open. Everyone fell silent, staring at me in surprise. I knew I must look terrible. I was wearing a thin, unseasonable shirt covered by an ill-fitting men’s jacket. My hair was disheveled, making me look like a vagrant. Sure enough, after a brief silence, everyone burst into laughter, mocking my appearance and hairstyle. Some were laughing so hard they could barely breathe. Sarah smiled at me, seemingly eager to see me break down in tears from the humiliation. However, they underestimated the cruelty of prison. Someone who has walked out of hell doesn’t care about scenes like this anymore. Expressionless, I walked straight toward Sarah. Sarah maintained her polite smile as she stood up and said, “Aria, congratulations on your release! Don’t blame me for what happened back then. I was unconscious in the hospital, and they kept everything from me. I only found out after I was discharged that Yves personally sent you to prison…” She cast a meaningful glance at Yves behind me and continued, “Yves is very upright and principled. He personally sent you to prison, but please don’t blame him. He must be suffering too. For over a year, he’s been eating vegetarian food to atone for what he did to you…” Before Sarah could finish, I slapped her hard across the face. I could see half her face swelling up. Everyone was stunned.

  Suddenly, Noah charged at me furiously. “Bad woman! Why did you hit Sarah? I hate you. I hate you! I don’t want you to be my mother!” The nine-year-old boy was already quite strong. I staggered from the impact, the wound on my ribs shooting with pain, but I didn’t care. I looked at Sarah coldly and said, “Sarah, thank you for your special attention during the past year and a half. Thank you for having someone break six of my ribs.” Yves, standing behind me, spun around sharply when he heard my words. Ignoring his gaze, I continued staring at Sarah: “You had someone pierce my thighs with steel needles, put drugs in my food, and set my hair on fire while I slept. You had my cotton clothes soaked in urine and forced me to wear them. My skin suffered extensive frostbite, and I went into shock and lost consciousness, nearly dying.” Sarah’s eyes filled with tears, appearing surprised and innocent: “Aria, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t do those things.” Yves clenched his fists, frowning at me as if trying to determine whether I was telling the truth. Sarah covered her face, crying, “Yves, what Aria is describing is horrible. I never did any of those things. Although I’ve never been to prison, we live in a society governed by law. Prisons are strictly managed places.” Everyone echoed her sentiments. “Right, who would believe her? It’s a prison, for goodness’ sake. People can’t just do whatever they want there. The guards would certainly control the inmates.” I sneered, “In this society, money is almost omnipotent.” Then I turned to Yves and asked with a slight smile, “Do you believe what I’m saying?” Yves frowned, saying disappointedly, “Aria, you’re being too much. Why can’t you just repent? You’re making up lies to frame Sarah. Back then, there were witnesses and evidence, even the police confirmed Stephanie accidentally fell into the water, yet you tried to frame Sarah. And now you’re trying to frame her again?” Noah hugged Sarah from behind and cursed at me, “No wonder grandma told me not to be with the bad woman. You’re a lying, vicious woman!” I lifted my pant leg, completely indifferent to everyone’s stares, revealing numerous needle marks on my upper thigh and the scars on my stomach. Sarah had been careful. She was certain I would be too proud to display my scars in public. But now, I showed my body without any hesitation. Yves’s expression finally grew grave. He reached out with trembling hands, wanting to touch me, but I immediately covered my wounds. I looked around at everyone’s varied expressions and sneered, “Would you like to see more?” With that, I shrugged off the suit jacket and slowly began unbuttoning my collar.

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We’ve been married for four years, and my husband Raymond Lambert never updated his social media, but that day he posted on Instagram for the first time: “You’re such a greedy kitty cat.” The picture showed a girl wearing a pink cat ear headband, eating spicy Buffalo wings, her cheeks flushed red as she kept sticking out her tongue. That was Sheila Jones, the new streamer Raymond’s company had just hired. In less than a minute, our mutual friend commented: “Raymond, you forgot to switch accounts!” Immediately, Raymond’s post disappeared like a fleeting moment, but soon reappeared on Sheila’s Twitter homepage. Afterward, Raymond called me. In the past, I would have immediately taken screenshots, then called to question him. We would definitely have argued until we were both exhausted. However, this time I didn’t answer, deliberately waiting for the call to end automatically. ***** When Raymond came home, I had almost fallen asleep on the sofa. He took off his coat and bent down to change his shoes. “Why didn’t you answer my call?” Raymond rarely questioned me unless he felt he had done something wrong. I responded perfunctorily, without even looking up at him, “I happened to be asleep and didn’t hear it.” “I had to work overtime, so I came back late. You don’t need to wait for me every time, it makes you look desperate.” In the past, I would have loudly emphasized to Raymond that it was because I loved him, but now I no longer felt the need to argue with him. Raymond handed me a square velvet box, gesturing for me to open it. That day was when Raymond’s company went public. To celebrate, I had left work early as usual and personally cooked dinner waiting for him to come home. However, even after waiting until midnight, I didn’t see Raymond who had promised to come home early. I pretended not to smell the strong barbecue scent on him, took the box, and casually placed it on the coffee table. Actually, I had seen this box before when Raymond missed my birthday, and the letter pattern on it hadn’t changed much. Raymond stared at the box for a while, slightly frowning, his tone gloomy: “Evelyn, stop being difficult, okay?” Giving me jewelry as a gift was Raymond’s usual way of saving face. As long as I accepted the gift, any unpleasantness between us would be covered up, and no one would mention it again. But now, I didn’t want to play along anymore, so of course he would be angry. “Let me put it on for you.” Not giving me a chance to refuse, Raymond opened the box, took out the bracelet inside, and tried to put it on me, but when he saw I already had an identical bracelet on my wrist, he froze. “Put it back. Go to bed early, you have work tomorrow.” I withdrew my hand, got up from the sofa, and prepared to go back to the bedroom to sleep. “How about I have my assistant accompany you to pick a new one another day?” I responded coldly: “You don’t need to do that.”

Perhaps Raymond felt guilty for buying me two identical gifts, so he suggested I go to the company with him. Since I was pregnant and didn’t want to drive, I didn’t refuse him. The next day, Raymond stood in front of his car, frowning deeply. I didn’t know when Raymond started hating me riding in his car, especially not allowing me to sit in the passenger seat, even forcing me to buy a new car. Maybe it was because I once argued with him like a lunatic to claim his passenger seat, making him feel annoyed. In contrast, to pick up and drop off Sheila, Raymond now deliberately placed many cat-patterned plush toys in the car, stuck cute doodle stickers everywhere, and even redesigned the passenger seat just to make the petite Sheila comfortable. Seeing me waiting on the side, Raymond finally opened the door, bent down and put the plush toys in the back seat. I noticed his reluctance, so I frowned and said: “Forget it, I’ll go to the company myself.” Raymond threw the last cat toy to the back seat: “Let’s go together. Sheila is still a young girl, she just likes these little things. Don’t mind it.”Looking at the pink seat in his car that seemed so out of place, I still felt very repulsed, so I declined his kindness. I turned to open my own car door, but Raymond strode over to block me, and directly sat in my driver’s seat. “I’ll drive. We already agreed to go together.” I stared at Raymond for a long time, just in time to catch a glimpse of discomfort in his eyes.So he did know that decorating the passenger seat like that wasn’t appropriate. Raymond seemed to want to explain, but I urged, “I’m going to be late. Drive.” Finally, he pursed his lips and started the car. While waiting at a red light, his phone rang. I immediately recognized it as Sheila’s special ringtone. A pitiful voice came through Raymond’s phone, accompanied by faint sobbing. “Ray, my stomach hurts. I think I ate something bad yesterday. Take me to the hospital. Ray, please come quickly, I’m begging you.” After hanging up, Raymond didn’t even glance at me or say another word. He simply turned the steering wheel, pulled over to the side of the road, and quickly unbuckled my seatbelt. He said firmly, “My employee isn’t feeling well, I need to check on her. We’re almost at the company, you can walk the rest of the way.” Before I could even close the car door after getting out, Raymond had already driven off and disappeared.

Honestly, no one would walk to work in this situation. When the red light turned green, a man on an electric scooter probably didn’t expect me to be crossing the zebra crossing, and he collided with me head-on as he turned. My hands, feet, and forehead all had varying degrees of abrasions. The nurse treated my wounds, put a bandage on my forehead, and instructed, “Try not to get the wounds wet for the next few days, don’t take baths, and apply medication on time.” After leaving the hospital, I took a taxi to the company. The taxi driver had two phones mounted—one for navigation and the other playing Sheila’s livestream. The real-time comments were all about concern for Sheila. Sheila said, “Thank you all for your concern. I’m fine. Fortunately, Ray arrived in time, so I didn’t need to go to the hospital.” “No, I haven’t told Ray how I feel about him yet. Stop it! Ray is right here watching me. Yes, Ray is very gentle.” I looked down at my phone and saw two angry, impatient messages on WhatsApp. Raymond: [My assistant told me you didn’t attend today’s project planning meeting. Where are you? Get to the office now.] Raymond: [You’re just walking a short distance by yourself. What could possibly be so difficult about that?] Raymond was always such a hypocrite. That evening, after applying medicine to my wounds, I sat on the sofa watching TV. Just then, I heard the sound of the digital lock being opened behind me, followed by Raymond’s mocking voice, “I thought you had improved, not throwing tantrums for days, but I never expected you’d do this.” Perhaps the TV was too loud; Raymond quickly strode over and yanked the plug out. “Evelyn, have you lost your mind? We’ve been preparing for this project meeting for half a month. Do you know how much money the company will lose because of the delay?” I looked up at his angry face, and he froze. Seeing the bandage on my forehead and the visible wounds, he frowned, “You’re hurt?” I turned away and said casually, “It’s nothing. I was just hit by an electric scooter on my way to work.” Raymond’s eyes darted around guiltily as he approached to examine my wounds. “Why didn’t you call me?” I avoided his hand and smiled indifferently, “This little injury is nothing. I figured your employee was more important.” I thought: “Would calling him have helped? He would have just answered to blame and complain without asking why I called. Did he ever really care what I wanted to say on the phone? I couldn’t get him to come before, how could I possibly now?” Raymond was stung by my words. He stood up and sneered, “Evelyn, do you have to put it that way? It was wrong of me to leave you by the roadside, but what are you, a helpless little girl? You even managed to get hit by an electric scooter while walking.” I stared at him silently, thinking: “See? Even when I’m simply stating my thoughts, he mocks me for being immature.” I decided not to engage with Raymond and got up to return to the bedroom. Noticing my difficulty walking, Raymond sighed and came over to support me. “Tonight I’ll sleep with you, and I’ll take care of you.”Raymond hadn’t gone to bed before midnight for a long time. Sheila was afraid of being criticized by followers in her livestream community to the point of falling into depression, so she needed Raymond by her side constantly. Every night, Raymond would work in his study while watching Sheila’s livestream and other content creators. This had become their nightly routine.And he would occasionally connect with the livestreamer for sweet interactions. I had a fight with Raymond, and no matter what, I couldn’t change his mind. Raymond firmly believed he was just working. In the end, he threatened me with divorce, so I had to compromise. I didn’t refuse his proposal. However, when he tried to embrace me, I said softly, “Raymond, let’s get divorced.”   My divorce proposal had a big impact on Raymond. Raymond left home in anger and didn’t come back for a whole week. This was his usual approach when I made him angry, which showed he didn’t care about what I said at all. In the past, when he gave me the cold shoulder like this, I would only feel mentally and physically tortured and unable to sleep, and I would repeatedly call him to apologize, humbly begging for his forgiveness. However, now I was busy looking for a new job and had no time to worry about him. After all, I couldn’t possibly continue working at Raymond’s company after our divorce. That day, as soon as I got off work, Raymond called me. His reaching out first was his way of offering me an olive branch. If I refused, I would be the unreasonable one. “We met our performance targets for the first half of the year, and there’s a party for the business department tonight. Let’s go together later.” I waited at the company entrance for nearly twenty minutes before Raymond finally arrived with Sheila. “Evelyn, I get carsick, so Ray let me sit in the passenger seat. You don’t mind, do you?” Raymond gripped the steering wheel tightly, nervously watching me, afraid that I would lash out at Sheila if I got angry. Instead, I calmly opened the back door. After all, his passenger seat wasn’t meant for me anyway. Listening to Sheila flirting with Raymond throughout the journey, I just quietly looked out the window. Raymond, however, was unusually gloomy toward Sheila, not saying much, occasionally glancing at me in the rearview mirror. When we arrived at the hotel, Raymond’s good friend Nathan Fillion came out to greet us, looking very polite. “Evelyn, long time no see. Look at me, I’ve been so busy I forgot to send you a message.” Nathan was Raymond’s good friend and knew everything about his situation. If Raymond wanted to bring Sheila, he wouldn’t have asked me to come along, because I would always make things awkward for Raymond. “It’s fine. I’ll be leaving in a bit.” Nathan looked surprised, hesitated for a moment, but said nothing. After the party started, Raymond held his glass, greeted everyone, then sat down beside me with a piece of cake. “Have something to eat. You didn’t have lunch this afternoon, so you’re probably hungry now.” Just as I was about to refuse, Sheila came over with her phone. She was livestreaming. “Ray, there you are! I couldn’t find you.” “Oh, are you talking about Evelyn? She didn’t eat dinner tonight, so Ray brought her a small cake.” “Ray and I are not a couple.” I quickly dodged her camera and got up to leave. Then, I stood on the corridor balcony to get some fresh air. Shortly after, Raymond followed me and said in an anxious tone, “I didn’t expect Sheila to livestream. What she says in her livestream isn’t true; I just play along when I connect with her.” “I’ve already asked her to stop.” I nodded indifferently and turned to go back to the party. The director was on stage talking about the company’s future blueprint. Sheila walked up to me with a glass of champagne, clinked her glass with mine, and gave me a sweet yet seductive smile. “Evelyn, my fans all say Ray and I are a perfect match. Do you think he loves you more or me?” I turned and replied, “You should ask him, but I think he might love you more.” Sheila narrowed her eyes, leaned closer to me, and smiled, “Really? I think so too.” I felt something was wrong and wanted to step back, but I didn’t expect Sheila to have already fallen backward onto the ground. Before I could react, someone forcefully pushed my shoulder. My lower back hit the edge of the table hard, and the drinks on the table spilled everywhere.I suddenly felt an intense pain in my lower abdomen, so severe it made me dizzy and disoriented. I struggled to hold onto the table, clutching my lower abdomen as I felt warm liquid trickling down my thighs. Raymond worriedly helped Sheila to her feet and, disregarding all the onlookers, yelled at me furiously, “Evelyn, when will you ever stop being crazy? You…”Seeing me bleeding, he seemed to remember something. His eyes widened in disbelief as he asked in a trembling voice, “Are you pregnant?” Raymond frantically pulled out his phone, intending to call an ambulance. Sheila grabbed his hand and carefully took a sanitary pad from her purse, offering it to me. “Evelyn, is it your period? You should change this.” Raymond stopped dialing and silently looked at me for a few seconds. Then, embarrassed, he tossed the sanitary pad from Sheila’s hand onto my lap. “Go take care of it quickly. Don’t make a scene here.” With that, he took Sheila’s hand and left. Whenever Sheila was around, we couldn’t even maintain a facade of decency. I struggled to walk outside and, fighting through the pain, took out my phone to call my best friend, Mia Davis. “Mia, can you come pick me up and take me to the hospital?” I closed my eyes, my voice hoarse. “I think I’m having a miscarriage.” As soon as I finished speaking, intense dizziness overwhelmed me. I heard hurried footsteps and anxious voices nearby. My vision went black, and I collapsed into a warm embrace.

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The day before my wedding, my fiancé James Thornton’s adopted sister Georgia Thornton killed my parents in a drunk driving accident under the pretext of being intoxicated. James not only didn’t blame Georgia but even invited her to be my bridesmaid. Without receiving a fair judgment, I caused a scene at the wedding, furiously demanding Georgia pay for her crimes, but the guests mocked me as a crazy woman. James held me as I broke down and solemnly promised, “Yvonne, please marry me. I will help you get justice.” I agreed. James appeared to righteously send Georgia to prison, telling me she was sentenced to five years. And I believed him. But in the fourth year of our marriage, while pregnant, I accidentally overheard his true thoughts. “Good thing I married Yvonne for that letter of forgiveness, otherwise how could Georgia have graduated smoothly from her top university master’s program? “Seeing her successfully enter the research institute, I feel gratified as her brother.” So James’s idea of justice for me was letting a murderer go free, and she even earned a graduate degree. In comparison, my parents’ lives weren’t as important as James’s adopted sister’s future. I left him resolutely. This time, I would avenge my parents with my own hands. ***** I stood outside the study, consumed by overwhelming rage. I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. In the study, James was watching Georgia’s video blog from her overseas studies with regret yet satisfaction on his tablet. “Four years have passed, and Georgia now has a bright future ahead of her.” James paused, looking at our wedding photo on the desk, his expression darkening. “Yvonne is pregnant now, so consider it as if I’ve compensated her with another life. We’re even for what happened back then.” What’s even now? How could he possibly think a life could be exchanged for another? I suddenly tightened my hand on my abdomen, feeling a stabbing pain in my heart. My parents lost their lives, yet he casually said we were even. Remembering the photos James had given me three years ago of him personally sending Georgia to prison, I felt cold all over, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over me. At that moment, James’s phone vibrated twice. It was a document from his assistant. Through James’s inner voice, I clearly heard their conversation. “Mr. Thornton, news about Ms. Georgia Thornton seems to have leaked. Several shareholders know about this matter, and they now want to hold a shareholders’ meeting to remove you from your position. “Anyway, Ms. Georgia Thornton is far away overseas. You can still distance yourself from her in time…” James frowned and refused without hesitation, “Distance myself? Georgia is my sister. “As long as she’s happy and safe, I’d willingly give up my position as CEO of the Thornton Group, or even go to prison in her place.” His assistant said nothing more. After pondering for a moment, James added, “Have someone keep a close eye on Yvonne. Don’t let her know anything about this matter.” He put down his phone, pinched the bridge of his nose, and said, “Only half a month left. Once Georgia’s nominal prison term is over, it will be too late for Yvonne to pursue further legal action.” With just a few casual sentences, he had revealed all the cruel truth. It turned out my parents lying in the cemetery still hadn’t seen their killer brought to justice. I thought Georgia was in prison atoning for her sins, but instead she had been enjoying herself overseas for four whole years. As footsteps sounded, I instinctively hid in the dark bathroom nearby. The moment I confirmed he was going downstairs, I seemed to run out of strength and collapsed onto the floor. Thinking of my parents in the cemetery, unable to rest in peace, I felt intense regret and an uncontrollable wave of nausea. In an instant, my stomach churned and my throat burned. As the sound of vomiting echoed in the small bathroom, I held onto the toilet, my entire body trembling. My tears also flowed uncontrollably.Tears welled up in my eyes uncontrollably. With a snap, the bathroom light was turned on. “Vonnie, why are you throwing up again?” James embraced me from behind, worriedly handing me a glass of water to rinse my mouth. “Is the baby making you feel unwell again?” I didn’t argue, suppressing the nausea and forcing my voice to sound steady. “It’s nothing. I’m just emotionally unstable during pregnancy.””Vonnie, I know this is difficult,” he said with a smile, comforting me while affectionately stroking my hair. Then, James changed the subject, saying, “By the way, I have a business trip next week.” I felt a wave of panic and asked, “Where are you going?” “Harrington,” James said, “I’m going to visit Georgia while I’m there.” I froze, my fingers trembling slightly. This was the first time in four years that James had mentioned Georgia in front of me. “Vonnie, you don’t mind, do you?” he asked gently. “Georgia has been in prison for four years now. After all, I’m still her brother, so I should go see her.” I turned to look at him, seeing the expectation in his eyes, and felt another wave of nausea. James had deceived me for three whole years, using tenderness as a weapon and love as bait. “Of course not,” I forced a smile and said, “Go ahead.” “Vonnie, you’ve become so much more reasonable,” he said with satisfaction. “You used to always be so… about Georgia…” “It’s all in the past,” I interrupted James. “Besides, hasn’t she already been punished by the law?” James nodded and smiled calmly, placing a kiss on my forehead. “Thank you for understanding, wife.” I lowered my head, not letting him see the tears glistening in my eyes. I thought, “He’s right. I should understand him. I should try to understand how much he loves Georgia, even to the point of willingly sacrificing his own happiness for the rest of his life.”

At midnight, James made an excuse about having an international conference call. Not wanting to disturb my rest, he went to the study alone. I was left by myself in the bedroom. In the silent room, my ears were filled with noisy sounds, all voices about James’s inner thoughts. “Georgia, have you been staying up late working on your thesis this week?” “How are you feeling? Do you have enough money in your bank account?” I glanced up at the calendar, belatedly realizing it was Thursday. Since the day I married James, I knew he had a regular international conference call every Thursday night. I had always wondered why he insisted on having a routine meeting at midnight, not even waiting for the seven or eight-hour time difference. It turned out it was related to Georgia. I could only laugh at myself. On the other end of the call, Georgia’s personal butler had begun reporting on her situation in meticulous detail. “We have updated Ms. Georgia Thornton’s entire set of haute couture clothing for the season.” “We’ve made long-term VIP reservations at the restaurant she’s been favoring recently.” “The two pieces of jewelry worth millions of dollars that you ordered last month have been delivered. Ms. Georgia Thornton says she loves them.” ***** Everything about Georgia’s daily life was taken care of with the utmost attention. I sat numbly on the bed, the light from my phone screen reflecting on my pale face. For over a thousand days and nights, my enemy had been living like this. Suddenly, the butler’s words brought me back to reality. “Mr. Thornton, we’ve already booked the same room and attractions that Ms. Georgia Thornton stayed at during her vacation in Mercado six months ago. When do you plan to fly over?” I widened my eyes, using trembling hands to check Georgia and James’s Instagram updates. Sure enough, James would always personally visit the places Georgia had been to six months later. James walked the paths she had walked, felt the evening breeze she had felt. He used almost everything he had to remember Georgia. James’s inner voice suddenly became tender, filled with undisguised deep affection. “Soon I won’t need to fly over anymore. She’ll be able to come back and see me soon.” I listened in silence, recalling how in the past years, whenever I suggested going on vacation, James always refused, claiming we shouldn’t be too high-profile. It wasn’t that we couldn’t be too high-profile; it was that he didn’t want Georgia to feel sad when she saw us. The meeting in the study continued, but I couldn’t listen anymore. I silently made an appointment with the gynecologist for the next day. Stroking my slightly swollen belly, my eyes grew dim. Let everything end here. Whether it was the child in my womb or this marriage full of schemes, everything should end now.I stayed up all night until dawn. After washing up and coming downstairs, I found James already sitting at the dining table. Seeing me, he picked up his phone and asked, “Yvonne, why did the hospital send me an appointment reminder text? Are you feeling unwell?” I froze, suddenly remembering that when I first became pregnant, I had linked his phone number in the hospital system.”It’s nothing,” I quietly explained. “I missed my last prenatal checkup, so I need to go today. It’s just a small examination, I can handle it myself. You can go to work without worrying.” He nodded and thoughtfully helped me sit down. “Honey, thank you for understanding. I’ve booked a maternity photoshoot for you in the Greek Aegean Sea in two weeks, as my pregnancy gift to you.” Two weeks was exactly when Georgia would be returning to the country. Perhaps I was too disappointed in James, which is why I was unusually calm this time. I understood he was just worried I might interfere with his reunion with Georgia, who was about to return. James quickly finished breakfast and dropped me off at the hospital on his way. When we parted, he gently kissed me, looking affectionate: “Take care of yourself and the baby. See you tonight.” I nodded silently and walked into the hospital. Then, without hesitation, I told the doctor: “I don’t want this baby anymore.”

Holding the surgery notice, I stood at the entrance of the operating room, unconsciously touching my belly. The baby in my womb seemed to sense something, moving slightly. It was like a little fish blowing bubbles, completely unaware of the dangers of the outside world. Just then my phone vibrated twice. James had sent a message, asking about my wellbeing as usual. After staring at the cold words on the notice for a long time, I typed on my phone: [James, will you love our baby?] James: [Of course.] The second after the message appeared, I heard another voice: *”As long as our child is born safely, Yvonne might not pursue what happened back then. One child is all I need to exchange for Georgia’s return. Of course I like it.”* These were all James’s inner thoughts. The child in my belly seemed to hear these words too, gently twisting its body. I reflexively clutched my clothes. In my confused mind flashed the undisguised joy on James’s face the day I got pregnant: “You’re pregnant? Yvonne, are you saying we’re going to have a baby?” So that day when I took James’s hand and gently touched my belly, he was inwardly confessing his disloyalty to Georgia, using the child to control and manipulate me. He had never once purely looked forward to this child that belonged to us. The broadcast at the operating room entrance called my name. With an almost desperate smile, I gritted my teeth, swallowed all my tears, and stepped into the operating room without hesitation. After the surgery, the coldness of the instruments replaced the baby in my belly. Clutching my agonizingly painful abdomen, I took a taxi directly to the law firm. When I inquired about the settlement agreement James had signed on my behalf, the lawyer looked very uncomfortable: “Ms. Stewart, I’m sorry. Mr. Thornton did indeed exploit a legal loophole back then, but time is pressing now. Even if we file for prosecution immediately, I’m afraid it’s already too late.” The lawyer pushed up the glasses on his nose, his tone full of resignation. I nodded, not asking further, only requesting him to print two copies of a standard divorce agreement for me. “Regarding property division, do you have any requests?” the lawyer asked routinely. I shook my head and calmly said: “As for our house, car, and those properties under his name, I don’t need any of them.” They felt tainted to me. As I was about to take a taxi to the Thornton Group with the few thin pages of the agreement, I suddenly heard James’s excited inner voice in my ears: *”Georgia, why did you suddenly return to the country alone?”* I stood frozen in place, but the conversation in my ears continued: *”You came back without telling me, even though your prosecution period hasn’t expired yet. What’s wrong? Do you miss me that much? You couldn’t even wait for the last two weeks? I assume you’re like a goldfish and have forgotten how Yvonne went crazy four years ago, right?”* I wondered, ‘Was I really acting crazy before?’I thought, “Had I been acting crazy before?” Suddenly, something occurred to me, and pain washed over my entire body. Four years ago at our wedding, after hearing that devastating news, I confronted Georgia in desperation, publicly holding her accountable. However, the guests at the scene all sided with the Thornton family, accusing me of being inconsiderate of the bigger picture and narrow-minded.At that time, I thought only James was willing to defend me, but in fact, he was no different from the others. “Yvonne is just an outsider, how could she possibly compare to you? Once our child is born, you can safely move into my home, and she won’t dare do anything to you.” Listening to James’s cold inner monologue, I felt intensifying pain in my abdomen. “Mrs. Stewart, are you alright?” Hearing the lawyer’s concerned inquiry, I stopped and asked in a hoarse voice, “Can I sign for him?” The lawyer instinctively shook his head in refusal, and I added, “He’s away on business, I’m just helping him out. Otherwise, how about I call him right now in front of you?” As I spoke, I had already dialed James’s number. “James, I’ll sign the documents for you, okay?” James didn’t think much about it and casually agreed in a low voice, “It’s up to you. I’m a bit busy, so I’ll hang up now.” Before he finished speaking, a passionate female voice came from the other end of the line. “James, I miss you so much…” Before the call was disconnected, their moans clearly transmitted through the receiver. The lawyer looked very embarrassed and immediately took out a pen, watching as I unhesitatingly signed both our names. From that day on, James and I had nothing more to do with each other.   When I returned home after finalizing the divorce, the villa was still empty. I unlocked my phone and found that James had hastily sent a message half an hour ago: [I need to work overtime today.] He couldn’t even spare the time to make a perfunctory phone call. I gave a cold, bitter smile as I opened Georgia’s updated Instagram page. In her newly posted photo, the lighting was dim, and they were flirting. She was lazily leaning on a man’s shoulder, showing only half of her delicate face. As their shadows overlapped, they looked like a perfect match. The caption was very brief: [Reunited after a long time.] My gaze lingered on the tie scattered on the floor, which I recognized as James’s clothing. The next day, I went to the cemetery with the divorce certificate. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. My parents’ photos on the tombstone still looked kind, gazing at me gently. Standing before their graves, I opened the divorce certificate, my trembling fingertips tracing every word on it. “Dad, Mom, I’m sorry. I’ve disappointed you.” I choked up, tears blurring my vision. Suddenly, I heard clear footsteps. “Yvonne? After four years, why are you still such a crybaby?” I immediately looked up, and the first thing I saw was the woman’s bright red dress. That dress looked exactly like it was splattered with blood, particularly eye-catching in the gloomy cemetery. Her makeup was flawless, and she still looked like a pampered rich girl, not at all like someone who had just been released from prison. “Georgia, how dare you come here?” I said through gritted teeth, my eyes filled with tears. She smiled contemptuously and slowly approached me. “I was afraid they might be as stupid as you, thinking I willingly spent four years in prison. “So, I came specifically to see them and talk to all of you.” “You…” Fury boiled inside me as I clenched my fists. Georgia seemed to see through my thoughts and continued to provoke me, “What’s wrong? Are you angry? Your parents were just as furious with me before they died. Two stupid old fools, I really regret not chopping their bodies into pieces…” “Shut up!” I couldn’t hold back anymore and wanted to slap her hard. However, Georgia was prepared. She grabbed my wrist and kicked me hard in the abdomen. Having just had surgery, I was already weak, and now I felt an intense cramping pain in my stomach. My vision went black, and my body fell backward uncontrollably, then rolled down the steps.Intense pain instantly swept through my entire body. As my consciousness gradually became fuzzy, I faintly heard Georgia’s contemptuous sneer: “You think someone like you deserves to be James’s wife?” When I regained consciousness, I smelled the pungent odor of disinfectant around me. Seeing me awake, James asked with his usual gentleness and attentiveness: “Vonnie, how are you feeling?”When I woke up again, I smelled the pungent odor of disinfectant around me. Seeing that I was awake, James spoke with his usual gentle and caring tone, “Vonnie, how are you feeling?” Remembering Georgia’s arrogant demeanor, I simply asked, “Where’s Georgia?” At the mention of Georgia’s name, James’s eyes darted away, and he answered evasively, “We’ll have another baby in the future.” “Georgia is still very young. She’s ignorant, not malicious,” James said calmly, as if discussing something trivial. “I’ve already asked her to apologize to you.” I didn’t correct his misunderstanding, just nodded. “Apologize? Fine, where is she?” James frowned, speaking with a dissatisfied tone, “We’ve already lost the baby. Why are you being so petty? Georgia just got out of prison, she needs time to adjust.” Hearing his excuses, I almost laughed out loud. Indeed, in James’s heart, not just me, but even his own child’s life was less important than Georgia’s happiness. Suppressing my inner mockery, I calmly said, “I’m sorry, I overreacted.” Seeing my quiet submission, James leaned down and kissed me. “Alright. Get some rest. I have some matters at the company. I’ll bring your favorite pastries when I come home tonight.” I had no interest in waiting any longer. After coldly watching James leave, I forced myself to get up and return home. When I left with my luggage, I took one last look at the documents on the table. There was a divorce certificate, a finalized divorce agreement, and that letter of understanding he had secretly signed years ago. As a car horn sounded behind me, the taxi driver urged me to get in. I closed my eyes and resolutely slammed the door as I left. “Sir, I need to go to the airport.”

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On the eve of her wedding to Daniel Reed, he paid a fortune to save Karen Sullivan, an orphaned girl who was nearly trafficked, and arranged for her to take my place as his wife. Daniel said Karen had been wronged, and that the Sullivan family had once helped him, so he was obligated to protect her now. To avoid gossip, Zoey had my son Jacob Reed, who was only a few months old then, call Karen “Mom,” while my identity was publicly stated as merely a servant. “Zoey, once I gather enough evidence to bring those who harmed Karen to justice, I promise I’ll give you the grandest wedding in the world!” Daniel said with an apologetic face, asking me to wait a little longer. I nodded in agreement and kept waiting, until six years later, when I watched Daniel kneel down and solemnly place a new diamond ring on Karen’s finger, watching them make vows of lifelong companionship on New Year’s Day. I stared at the matching wedding ring Daniel had tossed in a corner, and laughed bitterly at myself. Now, I don’t want to wait anymore. ***** “If you keep meddling in my business, you can stop working here!” Orange juice splashed all over me, the sticky liquid soaking my clothes. Flying glass shards cut a wound on my hand. I frowned, but before I could press on the wound, Karen had already pulled Jacob behind her, saying, “Zoey, Jacob was just startled. Don’t be angry. Jacob, apologize to Zoey.” Even though I’ve grown accustomed to being treated as a servant by Jacob all these years, seeing Karen bend down to persuade him to apologize to me still irritated me. Now even in Jacob’s eyes, bringing him a drink was a mistake. “Mom! She’s the one who ignored my orders and barged in! If that huge glass of orange juice had spilled on my piano, she could never afford to replace it!” Jacob complained angrily, holding Karen’s hand. I said nothing, just looked up at the piano behind him. That piano worth millions of dollars was indeed something I couldn’t afford to replace. What Jacob didn’t know was that it had been Daniel’s engagement gift to me. The engagement gift remained, but I would never see the day I married Daniel. The bitter irony wasn’t lost on me. I recalled the night before the wedding, when Daniel held my hand tightly and carefully pleaded, “Zoey, the Sullivan family is in trouble, and Karen has no one to rely on. Without the Reed family’s support, debt collectors will drive her to her death.” But now my son was holding her hand tightly, promising Karen, “Mom, by your wedding anniversary with Dad, I’ll definitely master that piano piece! Only the most difficult piece is worthy of your perfect love!” Remembering what Daniel said six years ago, I smiled mockingly at myself. “Thank you…” Karen said happily, looking at me with some resignation. She said, “Don’t take it to heart. You should join us at our wedding anniversary dinner in a few days.” Before I could answer, I saw Jacob frown and say disdainfully, “She’s nothing but a servant. Having her at the banquet would only make people laugh at our family. That would be embarrassing!” Karen showed an awkward expression, but her reprimand was clearly just for show, with no real intention to discipline him. “Jacob, you can’t be so rude.” Then she gave me an apologetic smile, took Jacob’s hand, and walked out of the music room, turning back at the door to instruct me, “The glass shards are dangerous. Be careful when you clean up. Don’t let the glass hurt Jacob.” I stood there without responding, staring at the messy floor. I faintly heard Jacob complaining, “She’s just someone who knows how to sweep floors. She should be grateful to work in our home.” I looked down at my now somewhat rough hands, remembering how I used to play the piano six years ago. But if Daniel hadn’t begged me back then, it would be Karen being pursued by debt collectors now. Thinking of what Daniel said that year, I smiled through my tears. Daniel had said, “The Sullivan family is an aristocratic family. Once I find the real culprit, Karen will return home and continue to live as a young lady of privilege. “Zoey, please help me, will you?”With my wedding makeup already done, I looked at Karen, who was covered in wounds and shaking violently, and could only nod gently. Six years have now passed, and I don’t know if the real culprit who harmed the Sullivan family was ever found. I only know that in everyone’s eyes, they are the ones who are truly family. Meanwhile, I had been reduced to nothing but a servant.

That evening, Daniel came to see me first after work, which was rare. For the past six years, he had been extremely busy managing the Reed Group while helping Karen search for evidence. The little free time he had was spent with Karen and Jacob. Despite living under the same roof, I couldn’t even remember the last time we spoke. He looked down at my oil-stained hands, frowned, yet still feigned sympathy as he said, “Zoey, thank you for everything these years.” I didn’t respond, finding it ironic. He was the one who had used Jacob’s health as an excuse to make me do housework, and now he was pretending to feel sorry for me. I asked him, “After all these years, haven’t you collected enough evidence about her family?” Daniel was taken aback, then angrily said, “What do you mean? Karen is an orphan. You’ve lived with her for six years now. Don’t tell me you’d have the heart to drive her out?” I didn’t look at him, not even having the energy to argue. Six years of marriage, and if it weren’t for the contract I signed with him back then, I might have forgotten that this was supposed to be my home with Daniel. Seeing my silence, Daniel took my silence as agreement, his expression softening a bit. He changed the subject. “For our wedding anniversary in a few days, shall we hold the reception at the hotel where we got married?” I was moved, inevitably recalling the anticipation I once felt. Unfortunately, whatever expectations I had then were now gone. Daniel said, “Karen hasn’t had experience organizing events, so I’ll have to trouble you with the arrangements. After all, it’s our wedding anniversary, and I’m sure you want the reception to go smoothly, right?” He took out a sapphire bracelet and was about to put it on my wrist. “Just leave it there, I’m cooking,” I coldly refused, watching him relax and casually place the jewelry by the sink. Watching his back as he hurried upstairs to find Karen, I felt increasingly disappointed. If I hadn’t heard Karen mention earlier that she would also attend the banquet, I might have thought Daniel was planning to restore my status. I looked at the sapphire bracelet lying amid the grease, its luster gone. I swept the bracelet into the trash bin, unable to hold back my tears. Once, Daniel had told me, “Zoey, you’ll never need to do housework. Your hands are only meant for playing music.” I wondered in despair, “How could someone who once loved me so much change so completely? Is it because I’m inferior to Karen, or has his heart simply changed?” The next day, the hotel manager arrived on time. I took the tablet he respectfully handed me and reviewed Daniel’s requirements for the venue. The manager said, “Ms. Moore, you’re allergic to lily pollen, right? Why did Mr. Reed specifically request lilies to decorate the venue?” Looking at my face, he tentatively asked, “Should I remind Mr. Reed to change the flowers?” I shook my head and handed the tablet back to him, saying, “No need.” Lilies were Karen’s favorite flowers after all, I knew, and if I asked to change them, Daniel would be displeased. The hotel manager frowned, about to try to persuade me, when Jacob burst into the living room. Jacob snatched the tablet and hurled it at me viciously, cursing, “You still want to be my mother? You don’t deserve it!” A sharp pain shot through my temple, and blood immediately gushed from the wound. Looking at the blood on the floor, I remembered the delivery room where I gave birth to him, also covered in blood. The doctor had shouted “difficult labor” and urgently pushed me toward the operating room. Before I entered surgery, Daniel, the CEO worth billions, knelt before the doctor, crying without regard for his image. Only after Jacob and I were out of danger did he make a tearful promise: “Zoey, I will love you and our child for the rest of my life.” His promise lasted barely three months after Karen appeared. Karen even wanted to take away my only son.

I covered the wound on my forehead, momentarily at a loss for words. The hotel manager exclaimed in shock and reached out to grab Jacob. Karen, who had rushed down from upstairs, shielded Jacob behind her and said, “Zoey, Jacob is still young, don’t be angry!”Then, she spoke to Jacob with extreme patience, “Jacob, please apologize. I’ve told you before, Zoey is your biological mother.” At these words, Jacob angrily pushed Karen away and rushed toward me with his little fists clenched. He shouted, “I don’t want some servant as my mother! You bitch! You’ll never, ever take me away from my mom!”Daniel rushed over to grab Jacob, frowning as he scolded, “Jacob, no hitting!” Karen immediately apologized with tears, “Daniel, I’m sorry I haven’t raised Jacob properly…” Looking at Karen, Daniel said gently, “Don’t blame yourself. You’ve taken care of him for six years and loved him so much. It’s normal that he can’t accept the truth right away.” As he said this, he looked at me, as if waiting for me to compromise. Wincing with pain, I wiped the blood from my face and angrily said, “Their mother-son bond is important, so I’m supposed to give away the child I risked my life to bear?” Daniel was about to say something, but Karen broke down crying first. She lovingly stroked Jacob’s head and sobbed, “I’m sorry, Zoey. I’ve been so selfish! I should have known someone like me doesn’t deserve a family… It’s all my fault!” Perhaps due to her emotional state, as she spoke, she clutched her collar and began breathing heavily. She said, “Jacob is yours now… Zoey… I’m sorry…” Seeing Karen lose consciousness, Daniel immediately picked her up. Before rushing out the door, he turned to me and said fiercely, “Zoey, if anything happens to Karen today, I will never forgive you.” I was so angry I felt cold all over, only aware of the throbbing pain from the wound on my temple. In that moment, I remembered the vows Daniel once made to me: “Zoey, please give me a chance to stay by your side and protect you.” Yet now he was carrying another woman, saying he would never forgive me. The irony was unbearable. I almost lost my balance. The hotel manager caught me just in time and sympathetically said, “Ms. Moore, instead of enduring this humiliation here, why not apologize to Mr. Moore? He’ll forgive you.” I looked at her and smiled bitterly. Indeed, unlike Karen, I wasn’t a helpless orphan. If I hadn’t insisted on marrying Daniel years ago, angering my father Quinn Moore, I wouldn’t have been kicked out of my family. I remained silent, staring at Quinn’s number on my phone. After a moment, I gave up. Early the next morning, Jacob, who had been left at home, banged on my door. “You bitch! Take me to see my mom at the hospital right now!” I looked at his anxious eyes, feeling heartbroken, but didn’t refuse. However, when I brought him to the hospital room, I froze. In the obstetrics ward, Daniel was tenderly kissing Karen’s forehead, gently caressing her abdomen. He said, “Karen, after next week’s court hearing, your father Tom’s false charges will be cleared. Before the baby is born, I’ll find an excuse to divorce Zoey. The four of us will be happy for the rest of our lives.” His words were resolute, even more sincere than the vows he once gave me. I stepped back, lacking even the strength to confront him. The hotel manager called to ask, “Ms. Moore, do you really want to hold your wedding anniversary celebration?” “Of course,” I replied. I remembered the contract Daniel and I signed when we got married with a bitter realization and smiled coldly. This time, I would definitely give them the best anniversary gift. Meanwhile, Jacob had already burst into the hospital room. Looking at the startled Daniel, I said, “Daniel, goodbye.”

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Colton Fields was a playboy, yet he willingly married me, and everyone praised him for finally becoming faithful. He doted on me, and I fell deeply for him, even willing to give up my promising career for him. However, on New Year’s Eve, I saw with my own eyes my longtime rival, Freya Webb, sitting on his lap, passionately kissing Colton. “You said you didn’t love me before, now you’re jealous?” “Don’t worry, she has no chance of making a comeback. You’re the most brilliant dance star in the world, and I’ll support you forever.” At that moment, I realized his love for me was never real. Later, he searched almost the entire world for me, begging with bloodshot eyes for me to love him again. ***** I stood outside the private room, the carefully prepared gift falling at my feet. Inside, an intimate couple—my husband and my longtime rival. Colton gently caressed Freya’s waist, his eyes showing a tenderness I had never seen before. His friend teased, “Now that Freya’s back, when are you planning to divorce Aria? She’s pregnant, which might be troublesome.” Colton kissed Freya and said disdainfully, “Why would I divorce her? Marrying her ensures she can never dance again.” My mind reeled, and my blood ran cold. He continued, “I’ll make Freya a world-class dancer.” His friend said, “If Aria finds out the truth, she might leave.” Colton blew out a stream of smoke with cold indifference, “Who else can she rely on besides me? Keep your mouths shut about things that shouldn’t be said.” I couldn’t bear to hear more and stumbled away from that suffocating space. In the snowy night, I stood on the street for a long time until someone called my name from behind. “Aria?” It was Colton. The gathering must have ended, and Freya wasn’t with him. He walked quickly toward me, skillfully pulling my hand into his warm coat pocket. He asked, “Why are you here? It’s so cold; you’ll get sick, and you’re pregnant too.” His gentleness remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened. My nose stung as I held back tears. So his passionate pursuit of me was just to clear me as an obstacle, ensuring a smooth path for Freya. And I naively believed he truly loved me, even giving up dancing for this marriage. Looking down at my slightly swollen belly, realizing this child was also part of their plan, my heart felt like it had been stabbed. Colton didn’t notice my distress, thinking I was just cold, and adjusted the scarf around my neck. He said, “Let’s go. The ground is slippery; be careful, hold my hand.” Facing his outstretched hand, I hesitated. Looking at his refined profile, I questioned, “Why was Freya at your gathering? You know she’s my rival.” As soon as I spoke, I noticed Colton’s hand trembled slightly. He said, “That’s all in the past. Why are you still hung up on this? “Besides, Freya is now an internationally renowned dancer. I invited her back to endorse our company’s products. It’s work.” I pressed, “With so many celebrities available, why did you have to choose her?” Colton turned to look at me, his eyes colder than before. He said with displeasure, “I know your emotions are unstable during pregnancy, but you can’t be unreasonable. “Being Mrs. Fields doesn’t give you the right to interfere with company matters.” My breath caught, as if a boulder pressed against my chest. Colton withdrew his hand, casually tapping his phone a few times. “Tate will take you home later. I have things to do and won’t be back tonight.” My heart felt torn apart with pain, and my stomach began to feel uncomfortable too. I placed my hand protectively over my belly. He seemed to notice my pale complexion, sighed, and softened his tone slightly. “Don’t you have a prenatal checkup tomorrow? I’ll go with you.”He seemed to notice my pale face and sighed, his tone softening slightly. “Don’t you have a prenatal checkup tomorrow? I’ll go with you.” I didn’t respond. At that moment, a black Maybach pulled up alongside the road. Colton glanced at it and casually remarked, “Tate will be here soon. I’m leaving now.” With that, he quickly got into the car without looking back at me once.Just as the car was about to drive away, the window lowered slightly, creating a small gap. I peered through the gap and saw the person inside, my eyes widening in shock. The person in the car was Freya.

Not long after, Tate came to pick me up. He said, “Mrs. Fields, let me take you home.” I forced a slight smile and replied, “No need, just take me to the hospital.” He asked with concern, “Are you feeling unwell? I should inform Mr. Fields.” I quickly interrupted him, “It’s nothing, my friend is in the hospital. I’m just going to visit her.” At the hospital, I sat alone all night until I scheduled an abortion at eight in the morning. “Aria, it’s your turn. Change into the gown, sterilize, and go straight to the operating room,” the doctor urged. I looked at my phone and, after seeing missed calls automatically disconnect for the third time, I simply turned it off. A child who isn’t blessed perhaps shouldn’t come into this world. Half an hour later, the procedure was over. The moment I turned my phone back on, several messages from Colton appeared on the screen. [I’m sorry, Aria. I have to attend an international conference. Let the housekeeper accompany you to your prenatal checkup.] I pressed the power button to darken the screen, thinking, “No need, Colton. You won’t have to pretend anymore.” Back home, I went straight to the study and began searching for our marriage certificate. This marriage was due to end. But after searching for an hour, I couldn’t find it. Just as I was about to give up, I noticed a safe hidden in the bookshelf compartment. I immediately pushed aside the files and tried to open the combination lock. I tried entering Colton’s birthday, his phone password, our engagement date, and more. None worked. Suddenly, I thought of Freya. I quickly looked up Freya’s birthday and nervously turned the dial. Seconds later, the safe opened. I laughed bitterly, mocking myself, “It’s not surprising that Colton, who married me for Freya’s sake, would use her birthday as his safe password.” The safe was filled with documents. I took them all out. When I saw a familiar opera company name, I couldn’t help but take a closer look. It was an acquisition contract from five years ago for a top national opera company. As I casually flipped through a couple of pages, several papers tucked in the middle fell out. Looking down at them, I felt my mind go blank, all external sounds fading away. The paper clearly stated: [Unless Freya Webb voluntarily withdraws, all female lead roles in the opera company’s productions will forever belong to her.] I froze, recalling what Colton had said last night: “I will make Freya a world-class dancer.” I hurriedly checked the other contracts—almost all were about investing in or acquiring opera companies. I had auditioned for most of them. And the first clause in every contract, without exception, ensured Freya would play the lead role. In that moment, I finally understood everything. Tears streamed down my face, dropping onto the papers. So despite graduating at the top of my class, I could never join any opera company not because I lacked ability, but because I had been deliberately set up and deceived. Tears blurred my vision. I don’t know how much time passed before the housekeeper knocked on the door, “Mrs. Fields, dinner is ready.” I responded, “I’ll be right there.” I wiped my face and stuffed the documents back into the safe. Finally, I placed my abortion report on top. This utterly absurd farce needed to end. After this discovery, I rushed between various opera companies, trying to secure just one opportunity. But whenever people heard I had been out of the industry for three years, they wouldn’t even give me a chance as a backup dancer, rejecting me outright. Just as I was about to despair, I finally received a text inviting me to an audition. I hurried to the theater with high hopes. However, as soon as I entered, everyone inside burst into laughter. “You’ve let your body go out of shape and still want to dance? Who would believe you’re in your twenties? I’m not embarrassed for you, but I worry about ruining our company’s reputation and offending our audience’s eyes!” “You’ve been a housewife for years without training, right? Can you even still dance?” Humbling myself, I pleaded, “Mr. Hunter, please give me one chance.”Axel mocked, “Just go home. We don’t need dancers like you!” Just then, a voice came from the doorway: “What’s going on here?” Freya walked in, arm in arm with Colton.

Colton’s gaze swept over me, his brows furrowed. “Why aren’t you resting at home? What are you doing here?” Freya looked me up and down contemptuously, saying sarcastically, “You’re not here to audition as a dancer, are you? Don’t be ridiculous.” Colton’s face was filled with irritation. “Go back immediately! How can you appear in public like this?” Seeing them standing together, my heart suddenly sank. I thought, “How could I have been so foolish before? Colton’s favoritism was so obvious, yet I never noticed it.” Axel said obsequiously, “Don’t worry, Ms. Webb. I’ll escort her out right away.” With that, he roughly grabbed my wrist and dragged me toward the exit. “Move it, don’t cause me trouble!” I struggled to break free. “Mr. Hunter, please give me a chance to try!” He impatiently said, “Who wants to see a fat person dance? Get out!” Just as Axel was about to drag me out, Freya suddenly interrupted, “Why not let her dance a piece? After all, our theater company is fair to every performer.” Hearing this, Axel released his grip, lifted his chin, and pointed to a small open space outside, saying, “Dance there, and don’t waste time.” I clenched my teeth, my nails digging deep into my palms, fighting back the humiliation. No matter what, this was an opportunity. I chose the dance that had made me famous years ago, slowly raising my leg. Though out of practice, muscle memory remained deeply etched in my mind. In the silent space, I counted the beats to myself while dancing, my movements gradually becoming more fluid. A few minutes later, I looked at Axel, breathless, and tentatively asked, “Mr. Hunter, is this acceptable?” Freya sneered mockingly, “Look at your figure, and you dare say you can dance? You’re insulting art.” Colton’s face turned terrifyingly dark. “Aria, go back now, or I won’t let you off.” Looking at Axel’s ugly expression, my heart felt as if it had been violently pierced. I wondered, “After three years, have I truly lost the right to stand on stage again?” Axel dragged me toward the exit once more. As Freya brushed past me, she mocked in my ear, “Colton donated ten million dollars to the opera company to secure this lead dancer position for me. You have no right to compete with me.” A group of people escorted them into the office with fawning smiles. The harsh spotlight beat down on my face, and no amount of resentment could overcome the cruel reality. I slowly walked to the edge of the stage, lovingly caressing the floor, making a solemn and silent farewell. However, at that moment, a sudden force hit me from behind. I was violently shoved from behind, losing my balance completely. A pair of elegant high heels appeared in my vision. It was Freya! I fell awkwardly to the side, hitting the wall, barely avoiding falling headfirst off the stage. My knee struck sharply against the wall corner, and intense pain made me curl up. Before I could recover, the nearby scaffolding collapsed with a crash, giving me no time to react. The cold metal flashed before my eyes, leaving me momentarily blinded. After a dull thud, the heavy iron frame crashed down. I lay on the ground, breathing weakly, my legs completely immobile. Steel rods had pierced deep into my calf, and blood immediately gushed out. Freya’s arm was also cut, leaving a bloody gash. She crouched on the ground, screaming incessantly with her head in her hands. Backstage staff rushed over at the sound, but they all gathered around Freya, completely ignoring my terrible condition. Colton also rushed out from the office, bypassing me entirely to kneel beside Freya, saying, “I’ll take you to the hospital!”I frantically grabbed his hand and said, “Colton, my leg hurts so badly.” He ruthlessly shook off my hand, his eyes piercing with bone-chilling coldness. “How dare you lay a hand on her?” He scooped Freya up in his arms and turned to leave. I desperately clutched at his pant leg, pleading, “Please save me, my leg is really giving out.”Colton coldly yanked his leg away and said, “Freya is different from you. She needs to dance, while you being disabled isn’t a big deal. Get out of the way!” I was abandoned on the floor, watching helplessly as a crowd of people surrounded them as they left. In that moment, I felt abandoned by the entire world.   When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, my entire leg immobilized in a cast. The doctor walked in and sighed, “Due to the delay in treatment, your leg nerves have been severely damaged. Even being able to walk normally would be considered the best-case scenario now.” I widened my eyes in disbelief and said, “That’s impossible! I was planning to continue dancing. How could my leg be…” Before finishing my sentence, I tried to get out of bed. However, the moment my leg hung in the air, excruciating pain shot through my lower body. I lost my balance and nearly fell, fortunately caught by the doctor just in time, saving me from tumbling off the bed. The doctor was all too familiar with such reactions. He consoled me, “Being able to walk is the most optimistic scenario. The worst outcome could be permanent disability. You should focus on cooperating with the treatment.” Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to accept this cruel reality. When Colton called, his voice still carried anger. He said, “Freya was seriously injured. Aria, you must take responsibility for this!” Remembering that it was Freya who had pushed me, I completely broke down. “I can never dance again. Are you satisfied now? Freya ruined my leg, and she will pay for this!” Colton dropped all pretenses on the other end of the line. “Pay? How can your leg compare to hers? “I’m warning you, if Freya’s future is affected in any way because of this injury, you won’t escape responsibility!” I found it both laughable and absurd. Because of him, my life was already ruined, yet now I was being held responsible for Freya. The dial tone rang in my ears like a final judgment on my future. Indeed, from the moment I fell for Colton, I had already lost. Just then, angry voices erupted outside my door. “Is this the room?” The door was violently pushed open, and a group of Freya’s fans stormed into the hospital room. They shouted about avenging Freya as they all rushed toward me. I was pushed off the bed, my leg crashing heavily to the floor, the cast shattered under their feet. The sharp pain almost made me scream. I said, “Stop! I’m calling the police!” But no one listened. I was dragged to a corner, beaten and kicked, my face swelling from slaps. A flash of cold steel—someone grabbed a fruit knife from nearby and lunged at my arm. I desperately bit their wrist to escape, then crawled to the door frantically calling for help. The on-duty doctor arrived and finally stopped this madness. The hospital moved me to a different room. Still reeling from the attack, my phone kept ringing non-stop. When I checked, it was filled with abusive and threatening messages from Freya’s fans. With no other choice, I called Colton again. Choking back tears, I said, “Colton, Freya’s fans came after me. There must be security cameras in the opera house. Can you help me get the footage as evidence? Please…” Before I could finish, Colton interrupted, “Enough. Even acting should have its limits. You deserve all of this.” The call ended again, and my phone was flooded with more messages. Suddenly, Freya sent me a picture. I instinctively opened it. It was a photo of two people holding hands. Somehow, I knew it was Freya and Colton. Freya: [Aria, you’ll never be as good as me in this lifetime. Just accept your fate as a worthless cripple.] I gently tapped the screen and replied: [I will never dance for money.] After sending the message, I threw my phone directly into the trash. I forced through the discharge procedures and headed straight to the airport.The next day, in the executive office of Fields Group. Colton was checking the schedule released by Freya Studio. Suddenly, he thought of me. He casually asked, “Where is Aria now?” Tate wore a troubled look, not knowing how to respond to this question. Colton looked up at him, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”Tate forced himself to answer, “Mrs. Fields went to the airport last night, bought a ticket to Nalinia, and the plane has already taken off.” Colton’s expression darkened instantly. “She’s pregnant, why is she traveling in her condition? Arrange for someone to bring her back immediately.” Tate agreed and left. Five minutes later, Tate returned with his phone, his face ashen. He reported, “Mr. Fields, the plane Mrs. Fields was on crashed this morning. Everyone on board perished, with no survivors!”

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