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  • Scorned and Broken

    In the seventh year with Elena, I went to the office to find her, but overheard her chatting with someone else. “It’s been seven years with Jacob; you must be very happy, right?” Elena Russell replied faintly, “I’ve never loved him. Do you believe that?” “Stop joking. If you never loved him, how could you be together for seven years? You’re not still thinking about Hector, are you? Elena, Hector has been abroad for years.” “Don’t say that. I and Hector have long since moved on—” There was an unspoken melancholy in Elena’s tone. Hector Elliott was Elena’s first boyfriend. I hadn’t heard that name in a long, long time. My friend fell silent, and I gradually let go of the doorknob I was gripping. The warm thermos I held was the soup I had made for her that morning. She had said she felt a bit tired and wasn’t in good spirits lately. The temperature of the thermos suddenly dropped; it felt so cold, chilling to the bone. I turned around and placed the thermos on her assistant’s desk, leaving calmly. Seven years had passed. We had been together for seven years. It’s a lie to say I wasn’t hurt to hear her say she never loved me. The so-called seven-year itch is real, but unfortunately, Elena probably never felt it. Outside, the rain began to pour, and the rumbling thunder was somewhat frightening. I curled up on the sofa, watching TV. It was one in the morning, and Elena still hadn’t returned. If it were before, I would have kept calling her, asking when she’d come back, worried about her drinking too much and harming her health. She would always impatiently ask me, “Jacob, don’t you have your own life?” In the past, I would jokingly reply, “My life is you.” Suddenly, I felt a bit pitiful. It seemed Elena was right; I didn’t have my own life anymore. It is indeed rather pathetic for a man to live this way for a woman. The television was playing a boring drama. Besides the thunder and the faint sound of the TV, the whole villa was terrifyingly silent. Around two o’clock, Elena came back. As she pushed the door open, the dampness from the rain rushed in, bringing a slight chill. Seeing me, she looked a bit surprised. “It’s so late; why aren’t you asleep?” I weakly replied, “I can’t sleep.” She didn’t say anything else, changed her shoes, and went back to her room. We slept in the same bed, back to back, with no extra words. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared, and countless times I replayed Elena’s words from earlier in my mind. “I feel like I’ve never loved him.” A dull pain shot through my heart; I bit my lip, and tears uncontrollably streamed down. How strange; I hadn’t cried all day, yet when Elena returned, I couldn’t help it. Elena wasn’t asleep; she turned over and hugged me. “Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary. How do you want to celebrate?” Elena’s body was hot; her warm breath brushed against my neck, tickling me a little. I had loved her embrace for seven years, but now, I felt a bit resistant. I sniffled and replied, “Anything is fine.” “I’ll be busy tomorrow and won’t have much time to spend with you. I remember there was a watch you liked; I’ll have my assistant buy it for you tomorrow.” After saying this, she let go of me and turned back to sleep. I was used to this; for so many years, I had spent our wedding anniversaries alone. I didn’t expect this time to be any different. I couldn’t sleep all night, and only fell into a deep sleep after dawn. When I woke up, Elena was not by my side. While having breakfast, the doorbell rang. It was Elena’s assistant, Mylo Lee, young and energetic. When he saw me, he offered a standard but unfriendly smile. “Mr. Green, this is Mrs. Green’s anniversary gift for you.” I reached out to take it; it was a watch I had liked before. If I hadn’t heard those words, I thought I would be happy right now. But now, my heart felt like a still pond. I took the gift and casually asked, “Who picked it?” “Mrs. Green chose it herself. Don’t you like it, Mr. Green?” Like it? How could I not? It was the same brand of watch; she had already given me three, all the same style and color. I didn’t know when it started, but Elena had long lost her patience with me. She was just going through the motions. Besides, today isn’t even our wedding anniversary; that’s next month. But I was tired; I didn’t want to fuss over it anymore. I planned to bring up divorce with Elena today. After being together for seven years, I didn’t want to make a scene. Before cooking for Elena, I called her to confirm she would be home for dinner. After three hours of effort, I made a feast. Fish and Chips, Spicy Glazed Ribs, Salad… all her favorites. Actually, I didn’t know how to cook before being with Elena. She had a sensitive stomach and would get sick from takeout, which worried me, so I started to learn. After we married, she said she didn’t want me to suffer too much and told me to enjoy life while she took care of me. I loved her too much; I became a full-time husband for love, and my friends often teased me about it. Elena had a habit of being late for our dates. I sat at the table, watching the dishes gradually cool, feeling no ripple of emotion inside. I called her. After all, I wanted to discuss the divorce face-to-face.

    The phone rang twice, but no one picked up. I wasn’t discouraged and tried a third time. This time, she answered, and I could hear her deliberately lowered voice. “I have something to do; you don’t need to wait for me to eat.” “I—” I started to say, but a familiar male voice came through. “Elena, I’m so hungry! What do you want to eat?” That voice was Hector! He was back! A sharp pain pierced my heart; I tightened my grip on the phone. “Elena, today is our wedding anniversary.” “Does one anniversary really matter that much?” she raised her voice and questioned me. “I said I’d accompany you tomorrow. Isn’t that enough?” “Hector is more important to you than I am,” I scoffed coldly. “After all these years, you still can’t forget him, can you?” “Elena, is the steak medium-rare again?” Hector urged, and Elena hastily replied, “I’ll hang up; we can talk when I get back.” “Does that mean even the divorce can wait until tomorrow?” “Jacob, can you please stop being unreasonable?” Even with the distance between us, I could feel Elena’s patience wearing thin. “How many times have we talked about divorce, and how many times have we actually gone through with it? Fine, Jacob, happy seven-year anniversary.” Happy? I wasn’t happy at all. I listened to the busy tone on the phone, sneering. Elena, oh Elena, you won’t even give me a proper chance to say goodbye. Taking out the divorce agreement, I firmly signed my name on it. I packed up all my things and left Elena’s villa. After my parents passed away, I no longer wanted to go back to that cold home; I turned to my brother’s place instead. “Are you really going to divorce Elena?” This was the eighth time Nicolas Collins asked me today, his shock evident on his face. I nodded, packing my bags as I replied, “I’ve already signed the papers.” “Jacob, you must be sick.” He felt my forehead. “That’s Elena, the one you’ve loved for fifteen years.” Yes, I loved Elena for fifteen years. I started liking her when I was ten, and now I’m twenty-five. But Elena has never loved me; she has always loved Hector. “I don’t love her anymore.” I brushed his hand away, my tone calm. Nicolas wanted to say something else, but my phone rang. It was Elena calling. It was now 10 a.m. the next day, and she had just realized I was missing, which meant she had just come home. After a night out, it was obvious who she had been with. “Aren’t you going to answer?” Elena called five times, but I didn’t pick up. Nicolas rubbed his forehead, his eyes wide. “Jacob, are you serious?” I remained silent as Elena sent me texts. [Where are you? Are you really going to divorce me? Are you serious?] [Stop messing around; you know I won’t agree to it.] [Just because I didn’t come home on our anniversary, you’re going to divorce me? Jacob, you’re not that petty.] Three texts were sent in a row, all questioning me. Nicolas chimed in. “Over an anniversary? That’s unnecessary; you know Elena is busy.” I lifted my eyelids and said weakly, “Yesterday was not our anniversary; it’s on the fifteenth of next month.” Nicolas immediately fell silent. I wanted to bring up Hector but felt it was unnecessary. Whoever Elena was with in the future wouldn’t concern me anymore. I simply turned off my phone and continued packing my bags. Halfway through, a cold sweat broke out on my forehead, and my stomach churned violently. I rushed to the bathroom and started throwing up uncontrollably. Nicolas was startled. “Jacob, what’s wrong?” “My stomach hurts a bit—” At this point, the pain was so severe I could hardly stand. My stomach had always been a problem. Every time I was busy preparing a feast for Elena and waited for her to come home, the food would grow cold, and I would end up not eating. Gradually, my stomach began to hurt, and now, after not having eaten since yesterday, the pain was unbearable. “You idiot.” Nicolas’ voice was thick with emotion. “Why do you have to torture yourself like this? I’ll take you to the hospital.”

    After I said good bye to the doctor, several hours had passed. I said it was just stomach pain, and the doctor casually prescribed some medication. After taking it, I felt much better. As Nicolas helped me walk out, he couldn’t help but speak up. “Jacob, open your phone and see; maybe Elena is looking for you. You’re in this state, and she has some responsibility too—” Ignoring my objections, Nicolas turned my phone back on. Nothing was there; besides the previous three texts, there was nothing else. Nicolas frowned, his expression darkening. I looked at the phone’s dimming screen and forced a smile. “Maybe to her, it’s the same whether I’m here or not.” I had gotten used to it by now; I didn’t even expect anything anymore. “No way, Elena must be busy.” To keep me from feeling worse, he kept making excuses for Elena, but just as he turned around, he spotted Elena walking from a distance with a man by her side. “Oh my God, who is that? Hector?! How could he come back?” Nicolas gasped, grabbing my hand and shaking it. “Jacob, your wife is going to be taken away by that man!” Taken away? Perhaps, Elena never belonged to me in the first place. I stood frozen, but Nicolas couldn’t hold back anymore. “No way, I’m going to ask Elena what this means. She should be worried since her husband is going to divorce her, yet she’s here with her first love at the hospital?” Perhaps Nicolas’ voice was too loud; the two quickly noticed us. The moment Elena looked up, I saw the surprise in her eyes. “What are you doing here?” she asked me, worry etched on her face. “Hector sprained his ankle this morning, and I brought him to the hospital.” My gaze fell on her hand; she was carefully supporting Hector, treating him as if he were a fragile treasure. “Hey, Jacob, long time no see.” Hector greeted me, smiling innocently. He was still handsome as ever. In contrast, I looked pale and unkempt. “Long time no see,” I replied expressionlessly, not wanting to say much, and I turned to leave. Elena grabbed my arm. “Where are you going? Are you not feeling well? I’ll take you home.” “Do you have time right now?” I stopped and retorted, “Aren’t you going to take your first love home?” Hector spoke up apologetically. “I just got back and haven’t found a place to live. I stayed at Elena’s house last night. Jacob, you don’t mind, do you? By the way, you didn’t come home last night; where were you? Elena was worried about you all night.” Haha, so he went home last night; so she had known I was gone. Yet she could hold off calling me until now. Even before we were officially divorced, Elena was already so eager to bring her first love into her life. “I don’t mind; Mr. Elliott can stay as long as he wants. I’m getting a divorce from Elena.” After saying that, I turned to leave, but unexpectedly, Elena followed right behind me. Surprisingly, she left Hector standing there and ran after me. “You need to clarify your words.” At the end of the hospital corridor, Elena lit a cigarette. “Why do you want a divorce? Just because I didn’t spend our anniversary with you? Jacob, I already gave you a gift; what else do you want? You know I’m busy, remembering the date is already pretty good. Besides, I personally picked out the gift; what more do you want? You always have to make a fuss every year; aren’t you tired? If you’re not tired, I am.”

    The smell of smoke was a bit overpowering, and my stomach began to feel uncomfortable again. I turned my head, not wanting to see her face; I really didn’t want to talk to her. “Elena, our anniversary is on August 15th, not July 15th.” Elena froze in her smoking motion and looked at me for a long time. “It was just a mistake about the wedding date.” She extinguished the cigarette and steadied me with her hand. “I promise I’ll remember next time, okay? Just give me one more chance; I guarantee it.” I promise—she had said that on our wedding day too. She had promised to treat me well and never betray me. Over the years, she indeed kept that promise. My friends all said Jacob is so lucky; Elena earns money outside while Jacob enjoys life at home. They envied that Elena always sent gifts and flowers right on time for every holiday. For these seven years, Elena treated me well; she would hold my hand proudly at any event, show off our love, and take care of me meticulously. But she was also a great actress, acting to the point where I almost believed she loved me. Until I heard her say that she had never loved me. She had always loved Hector. “Let it go, Elena; I’ve already made my decision.” “I won’t agree to that.” Elena was a bit irritated. “I’ll apply for separation; even if you don’t agree, we’ll still get divorced in two years.” Without saying anything further, I turned and walked away. Back at Nicolas’ house, I fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. When I woke up, it was already dark outside. My throat was dry, and as I opened the door, I saw Nicolas leaning over the balcony, looking down. “Jacob, you’re finally awake. If you hadn’t woken up, Elena would have turned into a stone waiting for her husband.” I poured myself a glass of water and drank it all in one go. “What?” I only heard his words after finishing the drink. “It’s Elena! She’s been waiting for you downstairs for a long time! She knocked on the door, but I didn’t let her in, so she’s just been waiting there.” Nicolas pointed to the sky, “It’s getting dark and looks like it might rain again. Should I call her up? I think she’s serious this time.” I glanced downstairs, and indeed, Elena was standing there. She looked beautiful, dressed in a professional suit, her figure slender and well-proportioned. I started to get confused about what Elena wanted. She had clearly said she didn’t love me; divorce should have been the best choice for her. Was she afraid that the divorce would affect her company shares? But with our marriage being in such a state, why was she trying to win me back? As Nicolas said, the sky began to rain, with large drops pounding on Elena, yet she showed no sign of wanting to get into her car. Soon, she was soaked through. Nicolas couldn’t bear to see it. “Let her come up, Jacob. Think about it; Elena hasn’t done anything wrong to you. Why don’t you two have a good talk?” After Elena came up, Nicolas left us alone. “Come home with me, Jacob,” Elena said as I was scrolling through my phone. Hector had tweeted a picture of a woman holding a hairdryer, captioned: [The ideal happy life; this moment I’ve waited for so long.] That hand—I recognized it. I was even more familiar with the wedding ring on it. It was Elena. After seven years of marriage, she had never once blown my hair dry. Love and indifference had always been so clear. “Are you blaming me for forgetting dates or for accompanying Hector instead of you?” Seeing that I didn’t reply, Elena continued. “He just returned to the country, with nowhere to go. Besides looking for me, he has no one else to turn to. Jacob, you know, Hector is an orphan. If I don’t take care of him, no one will.” Yes, Hector is an orphan. How did we meet? I suppose it was when he was bullied, and I stepped in to save him, later introducing him to Elena. The ten-year-old Elena fell for Hector at first sight. They grew closer, and even Elena’s father took Hector as his godson. Later, they got together, but their relationship wasn’t well-received, and Elena’s father spent a fortune sending Hector abroad. During those years when Elena was dejected, I was the one by her side. Everyone said we were a perfect match, and amid everyone’s blessings, we got married. I thought after seven years, Elena had forgotten about Hector and had fallen in love with me. But I never expected that all the sacrifices I made over those seven years were just a joke.

    “Jacob, talk to me!” Elena finally lost her temper. “Do you think this is funny? Isn’t it enough that I’m groveling for you?” I slowly lifted my gaze. “Why did you come to find me? Elena, did you ever love me?” Perhaps she didn’t expect me to ask such a deep question; Elena was stunned and didn’t answer for a long time. “What about Hector? Do you love him?” “He’s different from you; Hector needs me—” Elena answered quickly, looking serious. I laughed self-deprecatingly; love can really take shape at certain moments. For example, when Elena called my name, there was always anger in her voice. But when she called Hector, it was so gentle. I tiredly rubbed my temples, ready to speak when her phone rang. “Hector, what’s wrong?” “Elena, where are you? When are you coming back? I’m hungry.” “I’m dealing with some things; wait for me. I’ll be back soon to cook for you.” Elena hung up the phone and looked at me expressionlessly. “You can stay as long as you want. As for the divorce, I won’t agree. You can live here at Nicolas’ place for as long as you need.” Elena left in a hurry. She had to return to cook for Hector because he was hungry. I watched Jacob’s back, my eyes inexplicably turning red. After seven years of marriage, she had never cooked for me. She said she couldn’t cook, but when Hector said he was hungry, she would rush back to make him food without hesitation. I pressed my dry lips together. “Forget it, I will no longer have any hope for you, Elena.” In the following days, I could barely eat anything. My stomach hurt more and more, and I vomited increasingly often. Nicolas was worried and insisted on taking me to the hospital for a check-up. When Nicolas was registering me, I felt weak all over and staggered back a few steps. Fortunately, someone caught me. “Jacob?” A gentle voice reached my ears. I looked up and saw a warm face. A glimmer of joy flashed in my eyes as I managed to stand upright. “Chloe, you’re back?” Chloe Shaw was a friend who grew up with Elena and me; she was a doctor who had been studying abroad for several years. I didn’t expect her to appear at the hospital. “I’ve been back for a while; what’s wrong with you?” she asked. Sitting in her office and seeing how mature Chloe had become, I couldn’t help but exclaim, “You’ve turned into a big beauty now, Chloe!” “You’ve changed a lot too.” She was looking at my medical report, and her expression didn’t look good. “Your face looks so bad; what’s wrong? Do I have a terminal illness?” “Jacob, your health isn’t good. What about Elena? Call her; I need to talk to both of you.” Chloe tightly held the report and didn’t give it to me. “Late-stage stomach cancer, Jacob. I will do my best to ensure you have a comfortable time, and there are now effective special medicines abroad. You still have a lot of time…” I was stunned, unable to hear what Chloe said afterward, staying silent for a long time. I have stomach cancer? Late stage? “Does Elena know? You need to call her immediately; she needs to know this.” Chloe picked up her phone. “I’ll call her and ask her to come.” “No!” I pressed her hand down. “Don’t tell her; we’re in the process of getting a divorce, so don’t tell her about my illness.” Chloe frowned. “Why? Don’t you love her very much?” See, in everyone’s eyes, I was the one who loved Elena the most. I would never divorce her. “Then—” Chloe hesitated to speak. “Let me think about it.” I picked up the report and stood up from the chair. “Please help me keep this a secret, don’t tell anyone, especially Elena.” The person who would be most heartbroken to know I was sick was Nicolas. “Jacob, I just looked it up online and consulted authoritative doctors at Riverstone Medical Center. With proper treatment, you still have a long life ahead—three years, five years. We can definitely wait for a cure to be found, so don’t lose heart!” Nicolas has been comforting me all the way; it seems he has forgotten that I’m planning to divorce Elena.

    There hasn’t been any progress on the divorce, and soon it will be Elena’s grandfather’s 80th birthday. No one in the Russell family knows about our plans to divorce. Early in the morning, Elena appeared downstairs at Nicolas’ house. “It’s Grandpa’s birthday; he really wants to see you. Let’s go back together,” Elena said, her tone more like a command. Elena’s grandfather has always treated me well, and I didn’t want to disappoint him. After buying a gift, I went back to Russell Manor with Elena. The Russell family was happy to see me, and Elena’s grandfather held my hand, asking when Elena and I planned to have a child, saying he had been looking forward to it for a long time. I felt a mix of emotions; Elena didn’t love me at all, let alone want to have a child with me. Elena seized my hand and said, “Don’t worry, Grandpa. Jacob and I won’t use contraception anymore; we’ll try to conceive a chubby grandson by the end of this year.” Under the lights, Elena’s beautiful profile still shone brightly, just as it did when I first saw her. “You shouldn’t always prioritize your career. Over the years, you’ve shouldered the Russell Group alone and fulfilled your parents’ wishes. You should take better care of your family and treat Jacob well so that your marriage can last. All I want is for you to be happy. If you and Jacob are doing well, I’ll be content,” her grandfather said. “Grandpa, I’m good to him! I promise I’ll always treat him well.” Elena reassured him again, her demeanor making me feel somewhat sick. Overcome by nausea, I couldn’t hold back and pushed past Elena to rush to the bathroom to vomit. Afterward, I felt much better. As I was washing my hands, Elena caught up to me and handed me a tissue. “What’s wrong? I saw you were sick last time I was at the hospital!” I ignored her, taking out my own tissue to wipe my mouth. I felt a strong aversion to Elena—her acting and even her scent began to irritate me. “How long are you going to keep this up?” Sensing my rejection, Elena took a step closer, but I quickly backed away to create distance between us. “Elena, you’re a great actress,” I mocked, and she clearly heard me. “I’m not acting; I haven’t treated you poorly all these years, have I?” With that, she turned and left, her face cold. Watching her back, I felt a chill in my heart. She was right; she hadn’t treated me poorly, but it was never genuine. Standing in front of the mirror, I managed a weak smile. How pathetic I look. I used to be the heartthrob of Astoria University’s finance department; how did I end up like this? Since falling ill, I’ve been vomiting almost every day and barely eating anything. I’ve also been sleepless at night, which has worsened my health. How did I let myself get like this? I mocked myself. I’m a man, yet I’ve let myself become like this for a woman. “What’s wrong? Not feeling well?” A familiar voice came from behind—it was Hector. He turned on the faucet while smiling at me, but that smile felt unsettling. I ignored him and turned to leave, but he called me back. “You’re quite self-aware, mentioning divorce, Jacob. You’ve known all along that in Elena’s heart, you’re just my substitute.” Hector smirked. “Now that I’m back, you should step aside.” “Even if I step aside, it doesn’t mean Elena will be with you.” I looked up, glaring at him coldly. “Hector, Elena’s grandpa Marcus doesn’t like you; his family won’t allow him to marry an orphan. If it weren’t for that, you would’ve been together seven years ago, right?” Hector was furious, glaring at me with rage. “Do you think you’re something special? You’re just slightly better off than me, Jacob! Let me tell you, the person I hate the most these years is you! Why should your background be better than mine? Why do Mr. Qin and Marcus like you but not me? Why was I forced to go abroad while you stayed by Elena’s side?” I scoffed. “Why? Because, except for Elena, everyone else isn’t blind! Everyone knows what kind of person you are!”

    Hector isn’t a good person; throughout his life, he has done many bad things to win Elena’s affection. In front of her, he pretends to be a harmless little rabbit. I almost saved him, changing his life, yet he repeatedly destroys everything important in mine, continuing to act in front of Elena. He presents himself as an innocent girl while making me out to be a heartless villain. He has done almost everything that the vicious male antagonist in novels would do. Yet, Elena remains blind to it. After all these years, she hasn’t gotten better; in fact, she seems even more blind. “I’m betting Elena is blind, Jacob. I’ve come back this time to be Elena’s husband; I want you to know I’m no longer that Hector who could be pushed around!” As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand to slap me. I was quick to react, blocking his hand and then slapping him back. “You hit me?” Hector was stunned, covering his swollen face as tears began to flow. Those tears were worthy of a Best Actor award at the Unicorn Awards. “Jacob, believe me, I came back with no other intentions; I just wanted to see you guys. I won’t ruin your relationship with Elena, I promise!” “What are you doing?” Before I could process it, Elena rushed over. She supported Hector’s arm and glared at me fiercely. “Jacob, what did you do to Hector?” Looking at the two in front of me, I found it amusing. “Can’t you see? He tried to hit me, and I fought back.” “Hit you? How could Hector hit you? Jacob, you bullied Hector since childhood; now that he’s back, you treat him like this. How could you be so heartless?” In Elena’s eyes, I’ve always been the bully, and now it’s no different. I bit my lip and said nothing, only feeling pain in my stomach. It hurt so much that I started to bend over. Hector rushed over. “What’s wrong? You look terrible!” He feigned concern, then whispered into my ear, “See? In Elena’s heart, there’s only me! I can tell you’re not well; if we both felt unwell at the same time, who do you think Elena would take to the hospital?” My stomach was cramping painfully, and I didn’t want to respond to Hector’s words at all. At that moment, Hector fell to the ground. “Ah, it hurts! Elena, my stomach hurts!” I didn’t have time to care about his poor acting. The pain in my stomach became unbearable, and the next moment, I felt a wave of nausea; I vomited blood. The air filled with a strong metallic scent. “Elena—” I struggled to reach out to her, wanting to tell her my stomach hurt and that I might die. But Elena couldn’t hear me at all; she just panicked and held Hector in her arms. “What’s wrong, Hector? Where do you feel sick? I’ll take you to the hospital right away!” As she tried to leave with Hector, I reached out and grabbed the corner of her clothes. “Elena, my stomach hurts so much. Can you—” Elena violently shook off my arm without looking at me. “Can’t you understand? You can’t compete with Hector at a time like this! Jacob, can’t you see Hector is suffering?” The force with which she pushed me made my already agonizing pain worse, and I fell to the ground. Elena turned her back on me, taking Hector away. Throughout it all, she never acknowledged me; she didn’t even glance at me. If she had looked, she would have seen the blood on me, so shocking! But she didn’t see anything! A chill spread from deep within my heart to every corner of my body. I clenched my fists tightly, my sharp nails digging into my palms. It hurt so much, my entire body ached, yet there was no pain in my heart. “Jacob!” Chloe’s terrified voice rang in my ears as she saw me vomiting blood. “What happened? How did this happen? Where’s Elena?” “Take me—to the hospital!” I couldn’t say anything else; the pain made me black out.

    I don’t know how long I slept, but when I woke up again, I heard someone talking beside me. “Is she out of her mind? Jacob is terminally ill, and she’s still with another man! No way, I need to go confront her!” “He said he didn’t want to tell Elena he was sick,” Chloe stopped Nicolas. “Since they’ve already decided to get divorced, not knowing about this might be better for them.” Nicolas’ voice was choked with tears; I could tell he was very sad. Chloe sighed. “When he wakes up, I believe Jacob will make his own judgment.” Nicolas’ voice grew quieter. “But he doesn’t have much time left.” My heart tightened, and my closed eyes trembled. Time is running out? I haven’t figured out what to do yet. I haven’t even decided whether to accept treatment, and now I’m told I don’t have much time? In a daze, I seemed to hear Elena’s voice calling me. “Jacob, we want to have a child.” Once upon a time, we were in love; why has it come to this? Since it’s like this, then so be it. Nicolas stopped talking, and Chloe fell silent too. The ward was terrifyingly quiet; I clenched my fists and slowly opened my eyes. “Jacob, you’re awake,” Nicolas rushed over, grabbing my hand, his eyes red. “I didn’t tell Elena about your situation.” I blinked and weakly nodded. “Yeah, there’s no need to tell her.” My parents had poor health and passed away a few years ago, which is good; now I don’t have to worry about them being upset. As for Elena, she probably wishes I were dead so that Hector could have his spot. “How do you feel now?” Chloe asked me, “Do you feel uncomfortable?” I shook my head. “No.” I raised my hand to my abdomen, deep in thought. Chloe opened her mouth, unsure of what to say. Just then, my phone rang. Nicolas hesitated for a moment after picking it up but didn’t hand it to me. “Is it Elena?” I licked my dry lips. “Give it to me.” When the call connected, Elena’s cold voice came through. “Where are you?” “At the hospital.” “Why did you go to the hospital again?” Elena said in a deep voice, “Grandpa called us for breakfast; I’m here to pick you up.” Her tone was the same as usual, as if she had forgotten everything that happened yesterday. She never cared about why I was in the hospital. “I’m busy,” I replied flatly. I really don’t want to see her anymore. My love for Elena has gradually faded away in just a few days. I don’t have much time left, and I don’t want any relationship with her anymore. Since that’s the case, there’s no need to meet again. “If it weren’t for Grandpa wanting to see you, do you think I would want to see you right now? Jacob, I haven’t let you off the hook for hitting Hector yesterday!” I realized that Elena’s attitude toward me had already changed significantly since Hector returned. She didn’t even want to pretend anymore. “Jacob,” she added, “don’t think I don’t know; it was entirely your idea for my dad to send Hector abroad!” My grip on the phone tightened, as if I had been discovered, my heart racing. “Okay, I’ll be there soon.” I hung up the phone and threw back the covers to get out of bed. Nicolas supported me. “What are you doing? Are you really going? Are you trying to kill yourself?” I grasped Nicolas’ hand; his palm was warm, slowly warming my icy heart. “I’m going, Chloe; this time I need to make it clear to Elena that I never want to have anything to do with her again.” Maybe my gaze was too determined; Nicolas nodded slowly. Chloe took her coat and draped it over me. “I’ll go with you; if anything happens, I can help you.” I nodded. “Thank you.”

    When I arrived, Elena was standing at the entrance of the antique-style restaurant. She was dressed in a chic outfit, her figure appearing extremely cold under the sunlight. Seeing me, Elena squinted her eyes. “You just throw on a coat to see me? You look terrible; are you trying to make Grandpa think I’ve wronged you?” After finishing, she noticed Chloe beside me, and her expression turned even colder. “Chloe, I’ve heard you were back for a long time; I didn’t expect it to be true.” She glanced at me and Chloe. “Still the same as when we were kids, always wanting to follow me and Jacob.” Her words dripped with sarcasm, but Chloe didn’t mind; she just leaned close to my ear and softly said, “I’ll wait for you in the car. If anything happens, call me, and I’ll come right away.” Chloe’s gentle tone was a long-lost warmth that made my heart feel a bit warmer. I nodded, tightening the coat belonging to Chloe. “What are you wearing?” Elena’s gaze finally landed on the coat; before I could answer, she took it off and threw it into Chloe’s arms. “Take your stuff away!” “Jacob is unwell and shouldn’t be in the wind,” Chloe frowned, wanting to help me put the coat back on, but Elena’s face darkened further. “I can take care of my husband myself; you don’t need to interfere!” Elena directly took off her own coat and forcefully draped it over me. Her movements were somewhat rough, causing me some pain. I was about to refuse when she tightened her grip on my arm. “Don’t move around if you don’t want me to get angry.” Not wanting to have any more arguments with Elena, I stopped struggling and followed her into the restaurant. Inside the peaceful private room, Marcus was sitting upright, his white hair particularly conspicuous under the light. Upon seeing me, the old man was very happy. “Jacob is here; come sit by Grandpa!” He even got up to help me sit in the chair beside him. Noticing my pale face, he immediately grew concerned, “Why does your face look so bad? You’ve lost a lot of weight; is it because Elena has treated you poorly? If she has, you tell me, and I’ll help you! Elena has managed the group for many years; she’s used to being strong, but she’s a good person; you should be more tolerant of her. Also, why didn’t you say goodbye to me before leaving last night?” Last night, Chloe had taken me out of the back door of Russell Manor, and there were not many people who saw us. Naturally, Marcus didn’t know, and I’m afraid that until now, no one in Russell Manor knows that the blood in the bathroom was mine. “Grandpa, let’s eat first; we arrived early.” Elena, too lazy to watch me talk to her grandfather, urged while constantly looking at her watch. After all, her white moonlight was still waiting in the hospital. If it weren’t for handling her grandpa, she wouldn’t have come at all. “Here, Jacob, your favorite Eggs Benedict; Grandpa specially ordered it for you.” Grandpa Elena placed a piece of shumai into my plate, and looking at that piece of shumai, my eyes gradually watered. Among the entire Russell family, Marcus is the one I miss the most. But today, I didn’t come here to eat. I didn’t touch my fork. I only looked up at Elena. “Elena, I have something to say to you.” Elena raised her eyes, her cold gaze sweeping over me. “What is it?” Her eyes carried a warning; I knew she didn’t want to mention anything in front of Grandpa. But if I didn’t bring it up today, the divorce would likely be postponed indefinitely. I pressed my lips together and said lightly, “Let’s talk about the time Hector went abroad to study.” “Shut up!” As expected, Elena exploded in anger. “It’s not the time for you to bring this up!” “Elena, what’s your attitude?” Marcus raised his hand and slapped Elena on the head.

    I looked at the two in front of me, my expression blank, and said, “Seven years ago, I overheard Dad saying he didn’t like Hector. He said the best way to make you two break up was to send Hector away. I knew Hector had always wanted to study design, so I encouraged Dad to send him abroad for further studies.” As I saw the flames igniting in Elena’s eyes, I slowly continued. “After Hector left, I deliberately stayed by your side, helping you through that difficult time, and then got Dad to allow us to marry. Elena, our marriage was actually something I forced.” As soon as I finished speaking, Elena picked up a cup from the table and threw it straight at me. “I told you to shut up! Don’t say these things in front of Grandpa!” Her speed was too fast; I slightly turned my head, and the cup grazed my cheek before smashing against the wall behind me. The sound exploded in the air, glass shards flying everywhere, yet I remained unharmed. Marcus didn’t know what I had said today, but seeing Elena like this, he still furiously intervened. “What a terrible temper! How can you lay a hand on Jacob? No matter what he did, you know how he has treated you all these years! What is so good about that man that you’ve been so devoted for all these years? Don’t think Grandpa is blind; last night at my birthday party, you left with that man. Did you think I wouldn’t know?” “Grandpa, this is between Jacob and me.” Elena calmed down and sat back in her chair, looking coldly at me. “Don’t think that saying this in front of Grandpa will make me forgive you.” “I don’t want your forgiveness.” I smiled and pulled a divorce agreement from my bag. The last signed copy was left at Elena’s house. But she probably hadn’t signed it; knowing Elena, she likely threw it away long ago. “Elena, I want a divorce. This time it’s real, not a threat or a joke.” I handed her the pen, saying, “I’ve already signed. Once you sign, we’ll have nothing to do with each other anymore.” Looking at my serious expression, Elena’s face grew colder. “Jacob, don’t think I won’t sign!” she said, almost through gritted teeth. I nodded. “I know. Go ahead and sign. Once you do, you can be with Hector. You can marry him or let him move in with you, so he can openly be by your side. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?” Throughout this, my tone remained flat, as if I were discussing something unrelated. Marcus tried to speak several times but hesitated. I knew he respected me; he had always respected me. So even though he wanted to intervene, he never spoke up. I was grateful for him and the care he had shown me over the years. In the Russell family, the only warmth I felt came from him. Elena stared at me but refused to take the pen. I stood up and forced the pen into her hand. “You should hate me, Elena. I used tricks to send your beloved man abroad, and I tried every means to marry you. A man as manipulative as me doesn’t deserve you, right? If you can endure all this, then you’re really useless.” I used my words to provoke her; this was how Elena reacted best. She gripped the pen tightly as if to crush it. “Jacob, remember, everything today is what you asked for. Don’t regret it!” “Hmm.” I nodded vigorously. “I won’t regret it, not ever.” “Don’t come crying to me to stop the divorce like before! I won’t agree again!” I continued to nod. “Hmm, don’t worry, I won’t, Elena.” In the past, I had no self-respect; my life revolved around her. But from this moment on, Jacob was a new Jacob. I wanted to live for myself; I no longer wanted to care about Elena.

    “Fine! Jacob, I’ll grant your wish.” Elena picked up the pen and signed her name on the divorce agreement. Her handwriting was still beautiful, just like the day we got our marriage certificate. I thought this would probably be the last time our names appeared together. After she signed her name, the load in my heart finally got lifted. I grabbed the agreement, and as I stood up, I stumbled slightly, nearly losing my balance. My head spun, and my body felt weak; even Elena’s face began to blur. I steadied myself by holding onto the table, shoved the agreement into my bag, and called Chloe to come pick me up. After doing all this, I had no more strength left. Supporting myself on the table, I took a few steps towards the exit and glanced back at Marcus. He looked at me with concern, his face etched with sadness. “Grandpa, I’ll come visit you when I have time.” After saying that, I turned to walk away, but I stumbled and fell to the ground, dropping my bag. I had rushed too much; my bag was unzipped, and its contents scattered everywhere. Among them was my medical record. When I saw that medical record fall to the ground, my heart tightened. I reached out to grab it, but someone beat me to it. Elena asked, “What is this?” I reached out to snatch it back. “Give it back to me; it’s none of your business!” But it was too late. Elena opened the medical record. She was incredulous. “Late-stage cancer? You’re actually sick? Why didn’t you tell me?” I bit my lip, my body swaying, and weakly said, “It’s none of your concern. Give me back my things, Elena; we’re no longer related!” “Late-stage cancer? What’s going on?” Marcus approached, but Elena grabbed my wrist and whispered angrily, “Jacob, I want you to clarify, do you have late-stage cancer, or did you forge this medical record to deceive me?” She pointed toward the door, where Chloe had just appeared. Seeing me, Chloe quickly came over, pulling me away from Elena’s grip and looking down with concern. “How are you, Jacob? Are you okay? I’ll take you away.” “Haha, no wonder you want a divorce; you’ve been with her all along?” Elena threw the medical record in front of me. “Jacob, are you really that despicable?” “Yes, I am despicable.” I tilted my head, calmly looking her in the eye. “Aren’t you despicable too? You can flirt with Hector; why can’t I?” Elena was silent for a long time, then stared at me, saying each word slowly, “Tell me, do you really have late-stage stomach cancer?” “Yes.” I chose not to hide it; at this point, there was no need for secrecy. “I don’t have much time left.” “Why didn’t you tell me?” Elena shook her head, her face showing rare anger and sadness. “To be with Chloe, to completely cut ties with me, are you willing to give up your life?” “Life? Elena, don’t you know about my illness? To cook for you, to wait for you to come home, I hardly ate regularly these seven years. Can you say this illness has nothing to do with you?” I scoffed. “Last night, I told you I had a stomach ache; you didn’t care, did you? Your eyes were only for Hector; you never saw me!” Elena looked at me, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. “Last night, weren’t you arguing with Hector—” “Yes, in your eyes, I’m always causing trouble. I’m never as good as Hector; I’m the worst one. He’s always the most important one in your heart. So even if I stand before you, covered in blood, you wouldn’t notice me! Elena, remember, my illness is your doing! Last night, you ignored my plea for help; you were indifferent! My time is running out.” As I spoke, I broke down in tears, screaming. Isn’t it heartbreaking? How could it not be? I’m so young, and I should be enjoying life, yet everything is ruined. I’m going to die. I closed my eyes, tears streaming down my face. My heart ached so much it felt like I was dying. “Elena, I really never want to see you again.”

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  • Lover In Disguise

    The night before the engagement, my fiancé, Max Chase, sought to prove his devotion to Lilian Smith. He hired someone to kidnap me, whisking me away to the remote Chaosiford. My face was marred by scratches. My kidney was ripped from my body. My lifeless form was cast into a fetid pond. The news of my death was splashed across newspapers and swiftly carried back to Kinstoland. Upon hearing it, my mother, Lily William, was so gripped by despair that her hair turned as white as snow in one anguished night. Her heart finally succumbed to the overwhelming weight of her grief. Clutching her bouquet like a trophy, Lilian entwined her arm with my brother, Joey William. Together, they marched towards Max with the pomp and swagger of a victory procession. But then, my eyes fluttered open, and I found myself returning to the day I adopted Lilian. She stood at the door, timid, as she whispered my name, Natalie. Clad in an ill-fitting pink dress, she looked at me with awkwardness. Her petite face, no larger than a delicate palm, was etched with an intense yearning and a tender closeness. “Can I call you Natalie?” she asked. I would carry her voice with me until my dying day. It was this very voice that echoed through Chaosiford, calling out in the aftermath of the moment my face was marred by scratches. She proudly declared that Max and Joey had done it all for her. The physical agony from my past life was now left behind. But it was the phantom ache near my kidneys that tormented me most. My nails dug into my palms as I eyed the seemingly innocent girl before me. My voice was cold, “Whatever.” I harbored a kidney laced with toxins. A specialist once predicted that I would need a kidney transplant upon reaching adulthood, lest I not see past twenty. Among all potential donors, Lilian’s kidney matched mine with uncanny precision. The William family promised her a life of luxury if she agreed to the transplant, which she did. Her presence in the Moonlit Villa was a testament to this pact. Receiving my answer, Lilian stepped forward with joy, reaching out to grasp my wrist. Her voice was as sweet as honey when she said, “Natalie, don’t worry. As soon as I give you my kidney, you’ll be well again in no time.” Her joyous approach was a scene from my past life. A pang of guilt struck me for her because I knew that her kidney was destined for my salvation through transplantation. I granted her every wish. I resolved to also set aside a share of my belongings for her. With her sights set on attending a prestigious high school, Ksyford School, I urged my mother to arrange for her to transfer into my class. She confided in me about being an orphan with low self-esteem, so I made it known to all that she was my sister, elevating her status in the eyes of others. Even as she approached Max, my fiancé, at the birthday party, I cautioned Max to cherish her well with a playful yet earnest tone. Yet, all my efforts and sacrifices for her were met with nothing but her deep-seated resentment. In the moments before my death in that past life, she questioned why I had everything while she was abandoned at birth. Her jealousy drove her to take my fiancé and brother from me. I sneered. It took death for me to learn that the tale of the farmer and the snake was no mere fiction; some were undeserving of kindness. I brushed away Lilian’s hand. My eyelashes were lowered. “The William family will ensure your wealth, but you don’t seek my friendship. I have no need for it,” I said. Lilian halted in her tracks as an embarrassed flush crept over her features. Ignoring her, I ascended the stairs. My willingness held the power to transform her fate; it would decide if she could be the adopted daughter of the William family as my beloved little sister. Yet, should my heart withhold its blessing, she would stay forever in the margins as merely the orphan. Despite my rejection, Lilian’s enthusiasm remained unquenched. By dinnertime, she had donned the new clothes provided by my family. She eagerly learned about Joey and me from Rose Short, a nanny, and placed freshly squeezed juice before us with a flattering gesture. Joey scoffed. He left the orange juice untouched until the meal’s end. I caught the disappointment on Lilian’s face. Then, I pondered when Joey’s affection for Lilian began. He was so utterly captivated by Lilian that he was prepared to forge an alliance with Max, conspiring to exile me, his own sister, to the distant, untamed wilderness of Chaosiford. It was clear as day that Joey harbored a deep-seated loathing for Lilian when it all began. He even refused the juice she offered. At the very same moment as in our past life, Lilian appeared at my door, clad only in her pajamas. I stood at the threshold, gazing into her tear-filled eyes with an air of indifference. At this precise moment, Lily had just finalized the transfer arrangements for Lilian. Tomorrow, Lilian would walk through the gates of Ksyford School alongside Joey and me. I understood the worries that clouded her mind. Ksyford School was an institution masquerading as a key high school but more akin to an aristocratic college. Aside from a select few who were admitted for their exceptional academic prowess, the majority of the student body at Ksyford School was composed of those born into wealth or nobility. Lilian possessed neither the sterling academic record nor the distinguished lineage. Her presence there was akin to a rabbit venturing into a garden of tigers. She tentatively tugged at my sleeve. Her voice broke with emotion, “Natalie, I am an orphan, marked by inferiority from the very cradle.” I cast my gaze downward, focusing on the sleeve she clutched with desperate fingers. Her soft sobbing reached my ears. “I’m terrified that no one will like me.” After enduring her heart-wrenching sobs in our past life, I had promised her a family. I had assured her that she would have a share in all that I possessed. Consequently, the entire class was under the impression that Lilian was the youngest heiress of the William family. Yet, how did she choose to repay my generosity? She wept pitifully to my friends, claiming she was nothing more than a living donor for me. She alleged that I had coerced her into undergoing the transplant. A soft laugh escaped my lips as I gently reclaimed my sleeve from her grip. My gaze met the disappointment etched across her face. I said icily, “It’s unwise to make malicious assumptions based on events that have yet to unfold.” Her sobs ceased abruptly. She gaped at me. I furrowed my brows, gripping the door handle firmly. “I’m going to sleep,” I announced. She opened her mouth, perhaps to plead or to say something more. But I had lost all willingness to engage and closed the door softly but firmly. After a brief pause, there came a knocking on the door next to mine. Until Joey spat out the words “get out” with such venom, the incessant knocking on the door finally ceased. Joey had always possessed the soul of an introvert. He perpetually cloaked himself in silence and indifference. He had never been one to openly express his likes or dislikes. Most of the time, he favored the company of his own solitude. His apparent disdain for Lilian was a deviation from his usual demeanor.

    As we prepared to leave for school, Lilian trailed behind me. Her curiosity was piqued as she peered through the car window. “Isn’t Joey joining us?” she asked. Once upon a time, before high school, Joey and I shared the same ride to school. Later, my old ailment seized me once again in the classroom. The driver waited for Joey, who was engrossed in a basketball game at the eastern campus. Lily rushed to my side at the hospital. After a public scolding of Joey, she flew overseas to handle a contract. From that day forward, Joey chose to ride his bicycle to school alone. His figure grew ever more distant. Lilian frowned as if she were piecing together a complex puzzle. Just as I had foreseen, when Lilian stepped forward and introduced herself, she was met not with the warmth of affection but with the cold sting of disdain. She possessed neither stellar grades to boast of. Nor did she come from a family of notable standing. Among the congregation of wealthy heirs, she stood out starkly. After Lilian finished her unremarkable self-introduction, Selena White, my friend, leaned in and whispered, “Who is she?” From my seat, I watched Lilian, whose discomfort was palpable on the podium, and I couldn’t help but let a sneer curl my lips. “She’s a poor soul, attempting to mingle with the wealthy,” I remarked. In a past life, under my protection, Lilian had seamlessly blended into my circle of friends. Thus, she was shielded from the sting of disdain. This time, I observed her floundering with a detached indifference. After school, Lilian was repeatedly detained by Mia Brown. The rationale behind this was to provide the freshmen with an update on their homework progression. Lilian reached out, clutching my sleeve. She gazed at me with eyes full of pleas. It was then that I noticed the bruises and scars marring her face. I arched an eyebrow and calmly asked, “What happened?” With an arm draped around Lilian’s shoulders, Mia chuckled. “Just a little extra tutoring for the new students.” Girls with dyed blonde hair prodded Lilian’s cheeks. They grinned and said with mockery, “It seems our new student isn’t too keen on integrating?” Lilian’s cheeks reddened under the sharp nails. Her sobs were choked back as she shook her head. It wasn’t until dinner that Lilian returned to the Moonlit Villa. She was exhausted. Passing the dining table, she asked why I hadn’t waited for her. Tears welled in her eyes. I did not miss the brief flare of resentment that sparked in her eyes. I tapped the tabletop and felt amused. I coldly retorted, “Do I have any obligation to wait for you?” As I turned away, Lilian called out, “Natalie William! “I’m willing to donate one of my kidneys to you. “Aren’t you even a little grateful?” Confusion furrowed my brow. I gestured towards her limited edition dress and custom-made leather shoes. I gazed at her calmly. “As part of our deal, my family has already provided you with a good life.” I enumerated the benefits Lilian had reaped. The William family had plucked Lilian from the orphanage, transplanting her into the grandeur of the Moonlit Villa. She had also earned her spot at Ksyford School, mingling daily with students whose names were synonymous with prestige. She got a share of my own possessions. Each piece of her clothing was a tangible emblem of the gifts we had bestowed upon her. Her cheeks flushed. Her voice melted into a gentle whisper. “I treat you as my sister, but you seem to despise me. Did I do something wrong?” I looked into her puzzled face. My voice was gentle. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” It was I who had erred, failing to see people for who they truly were. The cruel twist of fate that orchestrated my tragic end was so devastating that it turned my mother’s hair stark white in a single night, and her heart, unable to bear the sorrow, simply ceased to beat. If given the chance to relive it all, I would cast aside all those who had once forsaken me, ensuring they met the retribution they so rightly deserved. I would begin with Lilian. Since Lilian coveted my background and yearned to be part of the wealthy elite, I would shatter her hopes. I would ensure she was reduced to nothing more than a distant speck to gaze longingly at the stars. Lilian was once again detained by Mia under the guise of tutoring. The driver calmly nodded, preparing to leave the campus. Through the car window, I caught a glimpse of Lilian trailing behind Joey. Joey remained indifferent as ever. However, Lilian bit her lip and fixed her gaze on me through the half-raised glass. The next day, Lilian began her journey to school with Joey. She sat in the backseat. Her arms were carefully wrapped around Joey’s waist. They acted as inseparable as conjoined branches and sped away from me. During morning reading, Joey escorted Lilian to the classroom door. His expression remained blank. In full view of everyone, Lilian called out to him in a sweet voice, “Joey!” Joey turned his head. A smile graced her lips. “Remember to pick me up after school!” I clenched my hands, watching Joey nodding gently and agreeing to her request. Upon receiving his answer, Lilian smiled broadly. From halfway across the classroom, she cast a smile towards me. Her face shone with an unmistakable pride. I knew the source of her pride. She took pride in the peculiar reality that Joey maintained a distant connection with me while he was nonetheless willing to chauffeur her to and from school. Selena nudged my arm and voiced her confusion, “Why does she call Joey?” I released my tightly clasped hands and calmly replied, “I don’t know.” I didn’t understand why Lilian called Joey. I was utterly perplexed as to why Joey had suddenly responded to Lilian. Regardless of his reasons, since that morning, Lilian was never detained for tutoring again. Upon returning to the Moonlit Villa, Lilian approached me with a blue doll in her hands. She feigned curiosity. “Natalie, did you make this doll for Joey? It’s so exquisite. It must have taken a lot of time!” I gazed silently at the doll she held. The poignant memory took me back to when I was just twelve years old. Night after night, I forsook sleep, pouring my heart into crafting the doll for Joey’s birthday. When I excitedly presented it to him, he merely uttered a cold “thank you” before placing it on the windowsill. Since childhood, I had been frail. Lily wrapped me in a cocoon of stringent control. Joey was my sole playmate, yet he disliked playing with me. I called him sweetly, offering him candies. His eyes narrowed with an unmistakable loathing as he commanded coldly, “Go away.” I never understood why Joey disliked me, yet I yearned for his affection. Thus, I went to great lengths to please him. Staying up to make a doll was one of those foolish endeavors. Reflecting on the phone call before my death in my previous life, I found it all so absurd. I snatched the handmade doll Lilian was flaunting. My eyes locked on Joey behind her. With an impassive expression, I tossed the doll into the trash. “It’s dirty.” The sincerity I had poured into that gift was wasted. It didn’t matter. I could throw it away just as easily as I could discard Joey without a second thought. Joey frowned, remaining silent. Lilian stood before me, preparing to condemn me. “Don’t you think you’ve gone too far? You’re using your mother’s favoritism to bully your brother!” Hearing this, I sneered. I finally figured out why Joey had always hated me. He believed our mother favored me. I turned to face Lilian, whose indignation clouded her features. A realization of why Joey, with his usual indifference, would stand up for Lilian dawned on me. What a profound family bond they shared. I pushed aside Lilian, who was blocking my path. My face was devoid of emotion. I turned and ascended the stairs in silence. Outside the window, a drizzle began to fall. Raindrops tapped against the glass with a crisp sound. It should have been the perfect environment for sleep, yet slumber eluded me. The memories of trying to win Joey’s favor as a child flickered through my mind unbidden. He always told me coldly to go away. My neatly trimmed nails dug deep into my palm. “I don’t want you this time,” I murmured to the memory of the young Joey. My voice was choked. “What kind of brother are you?” I had tried so hard to be kind to him. Yet, he took in false accusations and conspired with Max to send me to Chaosiford for Lilian, an adopted daughter of our family. My face was scarred by a razor blade. My kidneys were removed, and I was thrown into a fetid pool. Meanwhile, he held Lilian’s hand, walking her towards Max. The pain of having a kidney removed in my previous life resurfaced suddenly. I curled up, holding my waist tightly. A string of tears dampened the pillow as an uncontrollable moan escaped my throat. Once again, I was engulfed in the despair of being butchered. I was unable to extricate myself. A warm hand touched my forehead. An anxious voice abruptly pulled me from my reverie, “Natalie.” I opened my heavy eyelids to find Lily sitting beside the bed. She gently wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes. Her gaze was filled with love. “Mom is here.” This was the first time I had seen my mother since my rebirth. My nose tingled, and I couldn’t help but throw myself into her arms. She softly caressed my cheek. With a sigh, she asked, “What’s wrong, Natalie? Have you been wronged?” I shook my head gently. It wasn’t worth sacrificing myself for Joey and Lilian. “Dr. Blake said you had a high fever due to emotional distress,” Lily said. She handed me pills with a fearful sigh. “If Rose hadn’t come up to call you for breakfast and found something amiss, you would be in the ICU by now.” After a knock on the door, Rose entered with milk, placing it on the small table. She gestured towards the door. “It’s raining outside, but Mr. Joey William is still kneeling.” Anger lingered in Lily’s voice. “Let him alone. He must accept the punishment for his wrongdoings.” Joey had been kneeling in the courtyard for a long time. I approached him, holding an umbrella. He didn’t even raise his head. His voice dripped with sarcasm. “Are you satisfied?” The umbrella handle dug into my hand. I lowered my eyelashes. “If Rose hadn’t discovered my high fever, I would be in the ICU now. “But you thought I was framing you, tricking Mom into coming home because of illness.” Joey suddenly lifted his head. Tears welled in his eyes. I half-squatted, examining him closely. I asked sincerely, “So, in your heart, even an adopted daughter brought into our family halfway through is more important than me, your biological sister? “You drive her to and from school, and you can even give her the birthday present I gave you.” Joey remained silent. I blinked, speaking to him softly, “Joey, you hate me, don’t you?” His eyelashes trembled slightly, but he never denied my words. So, it was true. Joey did hate me. I nodded, suppressing my tears. “That’s right! I don’t like you either. I won’t recognize you as my brother anymore!”

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  • Alternative school beauties

    In front of people, I was a high-cool school girl who was not to be entered by others; after people, I was an extremely thirsty, exposed girl. In photography elective class, I sat in the last row, knowing that a boy with a crush on me was looking at me; I also deliberately spread my legs to show him. … My name’s Ashley Wilson. Thanks to my pretty face and calm demeanor, the campus gossip crowned me the school’s beauty queen. But only I knew the real me beneath the surface. Ever since I turned thirteen, I’ve been battling a strange condition. When I heard my mom and dad making noises next door in the middle of the night, my whole body became uncomfortable, as if there was a fire burning in my body. At that time, I didn’t know what was going on until I gradually grew up and received a sexual enlightenment education; then, I realized that I was craving for a man. I secretly found websites to watch those movies, and slowly, I have been no longer satisfied. I secretly bought some little toys to comfort myself without my parents knowing and hid them in the crack under the bed. I knew it wasn’t right, but I just couldn’t help myself. The college had only made me wilder. Not only would I hide in the bathroom every day to reward myself, but I also became obsessed with exposing my body. Those who hadn’t experienced it couldn’t understand how thrilling it felt! Of course, when I first started doing this, I was very cautious, choosing places with few people and wearing a mask to cover myself completely. But I never expected to be secretly photographed. The person who took the photos even followed me home and got my contact information. [Didn’t expect Solar University’s beauty queen to be so wild and desperate, huh?] When I received this message, I was utterly stunned. I frantically looked around, feeling helpless and fear quickly spreading inside me. [Stop looking, Ms. Wilson. If you don’t want this video to be seen, you’d better do as I say.] Soon after, he sent me a video of myself being exposed in the park. My face drained of color when I saw the video. My hands trembled as I clutched my phone to send a message. [Who are you? What do you want?] Unknown fears enveloped me, shrouding me in a nightmare. [What do I want? Well, be at your school’s sports field at 11 PM tonight. Don’t you dare not show up, or you’ll become quite famous at your school.] [What do you really want?] I asked in panic, but then he went silent and didn’t reply. I looked up the number, hesitated, and made a call. It rang once before someone hung up. When I tried again, the phone was switched off. Staring at my phone, I was stunned. I had never imagined something like this could happen! Someone would know about my exposure! Not only did someone find out, they caught it all on video! What should I do? Called the cops? No way! If I went to the police, everything I had done would be out in the open. How could I face my parents if they knew their daughter was like this? And my teachers, classmates, friends… What would they think of me? The thought made me shake my head violently. No! Absolutely not! They can’t find out! My knuckles turned white as I gripped my phone. “Ashley, what’s wrong? You look awful.” My roommate Isabelle Winthrop came out of the bathroom and noticed my ghostly complexion. “It’s nothing.” I forced an ugly smile. “Are you sure?” Isabelle wasn’t convinced. I steeled myself, my smile turning calm. “Don’t worry, really. I’m fine.” “That’s fine. Go shower now. The hot water’s almost off.” Isabelle’s words snapped me back to reality. I checked the time. It was already 10:30. Didn’t that guy say to meet at the field at 11:30? My face dropped as I grabbed my phone and bolted. “Isabelle, something’s come up. If the dorm monitor checks in, cover for me, will you?” I dashed out before she could reply. “Hey!” Isabelle called after me, but I was too wrapped up in thoughts of “If I’m not at the field by 11, that video’s going viral” to pay her any mind. Our campus is enormous. I booked it, barely making it to the field by 11. [I’m here. Where are you?] I pulled out my phone and fired off a text. No response. I waited another minute—still nothing. [Where are you?] I sent another message. But again, radio silence. I was getting antsy. Why wasn’t he responding? He hadn’t already leaked the video, had he? My mind was in chaos. “Hey, you are really punctual, huh?” Suddenly, a figure appeared behind me and wrapped his arms around me in a hug. “Ah!” I screamed, only to have my mouth quickly covered by his hand. “Don’t shout, or I’ll send out the video!” He whispered menacingly into my ear, pressing his face against mine. My heart pounded wildly, my eyes wide with terror as I whimpered and shook my head. “Delicious.” He was like a creep, and the next moment, a wet tongue licked at my neck.

    I trembled all over with fright, struggling desperately. Though I had rewarded myself countless times, I had never been touched by a man before. It was my first time! Panic-stricken, tears streamed down my face as I turned to plead with him. He wore a mask, obscuring his face, but his eyes, brimming with aggression, were clear to see. “Miss Popular, don’t you enjoy showing off? Show me something now!” He taunted, gripping my face with palpable excitement. I looked at him imploringly, shaking my head vigorously. “Show me!” He roared, squeezing my face so hard that tears flowed anew. Under duress and fear, I slowly lifted my skirt. The man behind me, his eyes bulged the moment I did so. His throat bobbed rapidly, eventually erupting into a strange chuckle. “Who would’ve thought our school beauty was so bold? Did you intentionally skip wearing it because you were meeting me here at the track?” Overwhelmed with shame, I clenched my teeth and whispered, “No… that’s not it.” “So you usually go without, huh? You really are daring!” His voice carried an odd laughter. I felt utterly humiliated. All I could do was bow my head in silence. He then removed his hand from my mouth. I was startled, and then a glimmer of relief crossed my face. I thought he was ready to let me go. Clearly, I was mistaken. His call to the track at this hour had an ulterior motive. Before I could relish a few seconds of relief, my body was already pinned down from behind, pressed against the track’s surface. “What are you doing!? Let go of me!” I cried out in panic. He braced his knee against my lower back and sneered, “What am I doing? What do you think? With you acting so flirty, you must be desperate for a man, right? I’m just helping you out here!” I heard the sound of his belt unbuckling. Despair washed over me. My hands clawed at the rubber track, tearing it apart. I dared not scream for help; doing so would save me, but at the cost of exposing my secret exhibitionist tendencies. The thought of those mocking and scornful looks made me wish for death! No! Absolutely not! I could die, but I couldn’t face social suicide! I finally understood why people joke about clearing their browser history before they die. Sometimes, social suicide felt worse than the real thing. He leaned in close. I could feel the heat radiating off him, his body pulsing with energy. Just then, a beam of flashlight light shot over from a distance. The person behind me paused, then hurriedly stood up and pulled me to my feet. “Keep quiet, or I’ll send out the video I took of you!” he hissed into my ear, then grabbed me and tried to hide in the bushes next to the playground. “Who’s there?” The voice of the security guard startled the man behind me. He pushed me away and ran off. I breathed a sigh of relief, quickly straightened my clothes, took a few deep breaths, and walked out, pretending nothing had happened. As I stepped out, the blinding light of a flashlight hit my face. Instinctively, I raised my hands to shield my eyes. “Which class are you from? What are you doing out here in the middle of the night?” The guard scrutinized my face with his flashlight, his eyebrows furrowed. “I couldn’t sleep, just out for a walk,” I said, feigning calm. “A walk?” He glared at me. “The dorms are locked at this hour. Who was that running off, your boyfriend? I know what you youngsters are up to.” I covered my face and bowed my head in embarrassment, which only made him more confident of his suspicions. “Young and misguided, engaging in such antics! Which class are you in?” The security guard wasn’t about to let me off the hook. My heart skipped a beat. If he found out who I was and which class I was in, I’d be toast. I covered my face, my eyes darting around. Then I spun on my heel and bolted. “Hey, stop right there!” The security guard gave chase. Age was on my side. I ran like my life depended on it and soon left the old guy in the dust. I sprinted to the shore of Solar Lake on campus and bent over with my hands on my knees, gasping for air. My face was still frozen in panic. But the campus was huge. Having shaken him off, I wasn’t worried about being found again. I felt relieved, remembering I’d kept my face covered since the guard showed up. He probably didn’t get a good look at me. Just as I started to relax, my phone suddenly blared to life. I nearly jumped out of my skin and almost tumbled into the lake.

    My phone lit up with Isabelle’s name on the screen. “Hey, Isabelle, what’s up?” I caught her name and answered right away. “Ashley, I covered for you during the room inspection.” “Thanks, Isabelle,” I said gratefully. Isabelle hesitated, then asked, “Ashley, is something wrong? You can tell me! We’re roommates, best friend even. Whatever it is, I’m here to help.” Isabelle’s concern touched me. But this? There was no way I could let her in on it. “It’s nothing, really… It’s just some family stuff. I’ll be back in class tomorrow.” I lied, keeping my tone light. That seemed to satisfy her. She offered to call in sick for me if I couldn’t make it back in time. I assured her I’d be there, then ended the call. Sitting in the pavilion by Solar Lake, the breeze off the water did nothing to calm my racing thoughts. Who was that guy with the video of me? Would he come after me again? Was I doomed to live under his thumb? The security guard saved my bacon this time, but what about next time? Or the time after that? Could I count on being that lucky again? If not, was I just supposed to let him have his way with me? I stared blankly at the moonlit surface of the lake. I let out a heavy sigh. Oh, Ashley! Why did you have to have this kink? Satisfied now? Caught red-handed, huh? I felt utterly frustrated, but deep down, I knew I had no control over these impulses. I sat alone in the pavilion until dawn, only leaving when the early birds showed up for their morning workout. I grabbed a bite to eat and camped out in the classroom. About two hours it was passed before other students started trickling in. The moment Isabelle walked in and spotted me, she plopped herself down right next to me. “Ashley, what’s the emergency back home? You had to rush out so late last night.” I blinked, deflecting, “It’s nothing. We’ve got photography class today, right?” “Yeah, here’s your book. I bought it for you.” Ashley eyed me for a moment before pulling a book from her bag and placing it on my desk. I shot Isabelle a grateful look, not bothering with words of thanks. We’d been like sisters for two years. There was no need for formalities between us. Up front, the teacher droned on, our previous assignments flashing across the big screen. My mind wandered. Suddenly, my phone buzzed twice. My face fell instantly. These days, that sound sets me on edge. I snuck a glance at my phone and bit my lip. It was him again! Another message from him! [Hey, sweetie. Move to the back row.] Was he in the classroom? I instinctively glanced around but didn’t spot anyone out of place. Everyone here was from my class. There were strangers in sight. [Don’t bother looking. You won’t find me. Just do as I say!] I blinked, took a deep breath, and told Isabelle I wasn’t feeling well before slipping into an empty seat in the back row. The back was pretty deserted, save for one guy with glasses. I remembered him. He was Matthew Everett. If I recall what Isabelle had said, he supposedly had a crush on me. Plenty of people had crushes on me at school, but this guy barely registered on my radar. Matthew looked surprised when I sat in the back row. Then his face flushed, and he ducked his head. He couldn’t seriously think I’d come back here just to sit with him, right? I shook my head and focused on my phone. [I’m in the back now. What do you want?] I sent the message while scanning the room. A wild thought hit me. Could this guy be one of my classmates? From last night at the field to knowing I was in class now, even my every move. I couldn’t help but suspect he was among us! I studied each face carefully, but nothing seemed off. Some were napping, others were whispering, and a few were zoning out. The ones on their phones were just watching videos or reading. [Ashley, I told you to stop looking. You won’t find me.] I stared at my phone, silent. [See the person next to you? You like to show your body, right? Now, face him, lift your skirt, and spread your legs.]

  • My wife abandoned my mother on the road.

    On the day I was supposed to marry Rachel Quinn, the beautiful rich girl, she abandoned my mother, Susan Sullivan, and me on a remote road to meet up with her childhood sweetheart. Susan suffered a sudden heart attack from the shock. I called Rachel, sobbing, begging her to come back and help save my mom. She coldly dismissed me. “Here we go again. Every time I leave, your mom fakes a heart problem. Your family really knows how to put on a show.” Because of her delay, we missed the crucial window for treatment, and Susan passed away. That night, one of our mutual friends posted a picture on Instagram with the caption: [Nothing beats childhood sweethearts!] The photo showed Rachel perched on her childhood sweetheart’s lap, his hand resting intimately on her waist. The sexual tension was palpable. With a blank expression, I liked the post and commented: [So this was why you have got to run?] My friend mockingly replied: [It was just a round of Truth or Dare. Why so serious?] Rachel seemed indifferent. But when I left without a word, she completely lost it. ***** [Rachel, let’s break up.] After packing up my mom Susan’s belongings, I sent Rachel this message, my face expressionless. Rachel thought I was just throwing a fit. She immediately posted screenshots of our chat on Instagram, saying: [Jeez, wonder where he learned to be such a drama queen.] Rachel’s friends, always eager for drama, chimed in with comments. [Like mother, like son. Probably learned it from that hick mom of his.] [He’s just a simp who thinks he’s hot stuff.] [Rachel, don’t forgive him so easily this time. Show him who the boss is in this relationship!] Rachel replied with a smile: [Of course.] I smashed my fist into the picture frame. Blood seeped through my fingers as the photo of Rachel and me shattered. For six long years, I’d stood by Rachel’s side, catering to her every whim, cherishing her with all my heart. She was a rich man’s daughter, and I came from an average family. The designer bags she loved took me months to save up for. But I didn’t mind. Just seeing her smile made it all worthwhile. I’d work three jobs a day without complaint, even if it meant my hands were calloused and bleeding. She was my whole world. When the flu hit and pharmacies were out of meds, I braved a raging fever just to get some to her door. She was that fragile. And how did Rachel repay me? She blew through the money I’d worked so hard to earn. Worse still, she’d been secretly investing in her childhood friend Nathan’s business ventures behind my back. Susan, taking Rachel’s words to heart, emptied our family’s savings. She said we couldn’t let Rachel down and had to give her a fancy wedding. In the end, on the day we were supposed to get our marriage license, Rachel received a call from Nathan while we were on the road. Without hesitation, she abandoned Susan and me on a deserted highway. I desperately reached for her wrist. “We’re not even married yet…” She jerked her hand away and started the car. “Nathan just got back to the country. Starting a business isn’t easy. He needs me. Don’t worry, honey. I’ll be right back.” With tears in my eyes, I shouted, “Rachel, if you leave now, this wedding is off!” Rachel fixed me with a confident stare. “You can’t live without me, Ryan Sullivan.” Her words rooted me to the spot. Susan, witnessing Rachel abandon us for another man, collapsed from the shock, clutching her chest in pain. There was no one in sight. I frantically dialed Rachel’s number, desperate for her to come back and help Susan. Rachel coldly dismissed my plea, hanging up with a scathing remark, “Here we go again. Every time I leave, your mom fakes a heart problem. Your family really knows how to put on a show.” As I watched the life slowly drain from Susan, I couldn’t hold back the tears, overwhelmed by despair. When Rachel and I first got together, Susan had offered me all her savings. “Ryan,” she’d said, “it’s been just the two of us for so long. I know my heart’s been holding you back. But I want to help you one last time.” Now she lay in my arms, her breath shallow, her face deathly pale. “Ryan,” she whispered, “I wanted to see how handsome you’d look in your wedding suit…” But she would never get that chance. In the end, all that was left of poor Susan was a small pile of ashes. Susan never liked crowds, so I kept the funeral small. Some friends came by to say goodbye, but I moved all the flowers outside. I sat in the bedroom, clutching Susan’s urn and sobbing uncontrollably. Bottle after bottle of liquor was emptied as their cruel laughter filtered through the door. Seriously, what’s the deal with him, Rachel? Is he trying to open a flower shop with all those lilies? He’s pathetic, just like his mother. What a loser. Leaving lilies is like wishing Rachel an early death. Come on, Rachel, it was just a game of Truth or Dare with Nathan. Is he really that petty? Talk about a man who can’t take a joke. I’d heard these insults countless times, and each time, Rachel remained silent, never defending me. She had promised me that this place was our secret hideout where no one else was allowed. Just the two of us. But now, she had broken our promise. She even brought her group of fair-weather friends into our home, with Nathan by her side. To her, Nathan was the one who got away, her idealized first love. Ever since he returned to the country, Rachel’s eyes had been constantly drawn to him. When I was starting my business, I asked Rachel to spot me a few thousand dollars to get things rolling. I didn’t want to always be in her shadow。 I wanted to be able to take care of the woman I loved. She refused. “You’re going to be my husband. You shouldn’t have to do things like that.” But then she turned around and threw a lavish birthday bash for Nathan. When I expressed my hurt, she simply said, “Nathan’s my childhood friend. Don’t be silly. He won’t come between us.” Was that true? Later, a single phone call from Nathan was enough to make her rush out, leaving me to stay up all night, sick with worry. Her excuse was that work at the company was too busy. But I knew the truth. It wasn’t that she was too busy. It was that her heart was no longer with me. So even if Susan had a heart attack, she’d think we were just faking it. Rachel’s eyes lowered in disgust when she saw my disheveled state. “What game are you trying to play now?” Nathan took a step back, looking me up and down. “Ryan? What’s gotten into you, man? Even if you got the wrong idea about me and Rachel, that’s no excuse to let yourself go like this.” His words drew the attention of Rachel’s group of friends, their gazes settling on me. Susan’s passing had left me sleepless for days, dark circles prominent under my eyes. Their judgmental stares cut deep. One of them sneered, “Wow, Ryan, you’re really pulling out all the stops to win Rachel back, huh?” Another chimed in, “Let me guess, Rachel mentioned she’d be here. So you showed up looking all heartbroken, hoping she’d fall for your pity party?” Keep dreaming, you pathetic loser! I bet Rachel had no clue I blocked her ages ago. Not a single one of her messages had gotten through. All those nights she was out partying with her friends, carelessly plastering her drunk selfies all over Instagram, I was at home, clutching Susan’s ashes, crying like a child.

    Are you done? Rachel glanced at me indifferently, casually strolling to the couch and sitting down, just like after every argument we’d ever had. “If you’re finished, get off your ass and clean this dump. We’ve got people coming over later.” I suddenly burst out laughing. Rachel raised an eyebrow. “Ryan, have you lost your mind? You’re a just freaking sugar baby. How dare you laugh?” I laughed so hard tears came to my eyes. Rachel frowned, repeating with forced patience, “Ryan, I said I’m throwing a party here.” In Rachel’s eyes, Susan and I combined didn’t measure up to Nathan. Even when Susan had angina, Rachel thought she was faking it. The first time Susan was supposed to meet her, Rachel claimed to be busy with work. I later found out she was actually picking up Nathan from the airport. Each time, she stabbed me in the heart, leaving it a bloody mess. On our wedding day, Nathan used the excuse of being drunk on business. In reality, he was just playing truth or dare with his friends. They wanted to see if Rachel would really leave me for him. Susan grabbed Rachel’s hand, pleading, “Rachel, my son truly loves you. We consider you one of our own. Can’t you at least sign the marriage certificate first?” I couldn’t give up. “Rachel, I need you,” I said desperately. But she firmly pushed Susan’s hand away. “You’ll be fine without me, Ryan. Nathan needs me.” She then roared past in her car. As she straddled Nathan’s lap, flirting and blushing, Susan’s life slipped away in my arms, breath by breath. I looked up sharply at Rachel, my eyes rimmed with red. “What? Are you planning to throw a party in front of my mother’s urn?” The room fell silent, broken only by Nathan’s sudden, inappropriate laugh. “Sorry,” he said, looking apologetic. “Couldn’t help it.” Nathan spoke with an air of feigning sincerity and patience. “Ryan, I know you’ve got the wrong idea about Rachel and me, but isn’t it a bit much to talk about your mom like that?” He explained slowly, “That day, we were playing Truth or Dare. If I’d known you and Rachel were about to get married, I never would have let her come.” Rachel’s friends had already closed ranks around Nathan. Not one of them believed a word I said. It was just like that day when Rachel refused to believe Susan was having a heart attack. If Nathan hadn’t called Rachel away on purpose, Susan wouldn’t have gotten so upset that it triggered her heart attack. My fists were clenched, and my eyes were bloodshot with anger. Nathan took a cautious step back. Rachel moved to stand in front of him. “Are you done? Your mom was always in good health. Isn’t it a bit much to use this to provoke me?” She hadn’t shown any concern for Susan’s condition that day, not even a single word of care. Susan’s dying wish was for Rachel and me to stay together. But what about her? Ryan, my patience has its limits, I spoke coldly. Rachel thought I’d give in like before, apologize, and try to win her back. But she was wrong. I grew up in a single-parent home. My father passed away in an accident when I was three. It had been just Susan and me for over twenty years. A few years ago, I neglected Susan’s health because of Rachel. I offered her my whole heart, and now she had shattered it completely.” Are you done talking? If so, please leave. My voice was ice-cold as I pushed through the crowd to retrieve Susan’s urn. Rachel grabbed my wrist, her tone a mix of frustration and compromise. “Ryan, please don’t be like this.” Disappointment flickered in her eyes. “You weren’t like this before.” It was funny how we always wanted what we couldn’t have. Back when I was head over heels for Rachel, she couldn’t care less. Now that I was done with it all, she was suddenly interested. Now, the tables had turned. I pried her fingers off, creating some distance between us. “Tell me then, what was I like before? Your lapdog? A shameless pretty boy?” I scoffed, and my voice was low. “A sugar baby?” I paused, then delivered the final blow. “Or maybe…just useless?” Rachel’s face drained of color. “Ryan…” These were the names her so-called friends used for me. Just because I stood by her side, I became the target of their cruel labels. Rachel was the pampered daughter of a wealthy family. On our first date, she got a craving for dessert from Cassie’s Dessert. I scoured the city, but every shop had closed up for the night. Determined not to let her down, I hopped on the subway, rented a bike, and even hoofed it for miles. To get her favorite cupcake, I braved Sycamore Avenue despite my allergy to sycamore fluff. With a face flushed bright red from the allergic reaction, I carefully handed her the cupcake. She nestled against me, wrapping her arms around my waist. Her lips met mine in a sweet, happy kiss. “Ryan,” she said, “you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.” Back then, I really thought I’d touched her heart. I gave everything I had, holding nothing back. Even when Rachel’s friends openly insulted me, I didn’t care. I naively believed that as long as I stayed by Rachel’s side, we’d find happiness someday. Later, she met Susan. My mom adored her, often sending homemade soup to her office. She worried Rachel might skip meals due to her busy schedule. Make sure Rachel’s well-fed and healthy, Susan would tell me. What Susan didn’t know was that Rachel never tasted a single drop of that soup. I once saw her, from around the corner, pouring Susan’s carefully prepared chicken soup down the drain. “Handle it like this from now on,” she coldly instructed her secretary. Meanwhile, Susan would say, “Rachel must have sophisticated tastes. I’ll stop sending the soup. I’ve saved up quite a bit over the years. Find out what Rachel likes to eat and treat her to that. It’s the least I can do.” In Rachel’s words, Susan, a kind-hearted, generous old lady, had become a villain who faked illness just to lure her back for a marriage certificate. The doctor said if we’d arrived just a few minutes earlier, Susan might have lived. Rachel had robbed Susan of her fighting chance. A tidal wave of grief and anger crashed over me, leaving me drowning in bitterness. Rachel glared at me, rolling their eyes dramatically. “Ryan, watch your mouth!” Look at yourself. We’re being generous, calling you sugar baby… Enough, Rachel snapped, her face darkening. The group exchanged uneasy glances. Well, well. So she could shut them up after all. It dawned on me that their constant disrespect had always had Rachel’s tacit approval. Maybe she’d looked down on me all along.

    This time, Rachel deigned to explain herself. “Look, I’ll admit I didn’t think it through earlier. But it was an emergency. We can always get the marriage license another day, right?” She turned to me with a placating smile. “How about this, Ryan? Next Monday, you can pick me up and we’ll head to the city hall together. We’ll make it official then.” Even as she tried to make amends, she couldn’t shake off her haughty, entitled attitude. In the past, I would have caved. I would have turned back, wrapped my arms around her waist, and playfully bitten her neck, saying, “Don’t let it happen again.” But now, my eyes were cold, my tone strange. “Don’t bother,” I said. “The almighty Ms. Quinn wouldn’t lower herself to take back someone she’s already tossed aside, would she?” It was the first time I’d ever addressed her so formally, so distantly. Rachel was in shock. She took a sharp breath, steadying herself against the table’s edge, unable to believe what she’d just heard. Ryan, she said, her voice quivering. “Are you really breaking up with me over something so petty?” Petty? What the hell counts as petty to her? I let out a bitter laugh inwardly. “Is my mother’s death just a minor inconvenience?” Fury coursed through me, my arm muscles taut with anger. My voice came out low and dangerous, each word like a clap of thunder. “What about you, Rachel? You haven’t asked about my mom even once.” Rachel stiffened, her eyes darting away. “Your mom’s healthy. Even two Nathans combined couldn’t match up to her. Fine, if it’s about this, I’ll buy some health supplements for your mom later, she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Her tone dripped with condescension. The others chimed in eagerly, “Rachel’s doing you a favor, Ryan. Don’t you know when you’re getting a good deal? Those supplements cost thousands of dollars. Where would your country bumpkin mom ever get to eat such good stuff otherwise?” My throat tightened, leaving me speechless. It was ridiculous. Even now, Rachel believed Susan coveted her wealth and status. When I brought her home to meet Susan, she came empty-handed. I chalked it up to absent-mindedness. Later, I realized she not only looked down on me but was wary of Susan, too. Her friends had badmouthed Susan behind our backs. “What a liar! Heart disease? Please! If it was that bad, how’s she still kicking after all these years?” I bet Ryan’s just eager to be a wealthy sugar baby. He’s probably got his mom faking heart problems to guilt-trip you, Rachel. Don’t fall for it! And Rachel actually bought it. While Susan was alive, Rachel gave away all the health supplements to her so-called friends. Now that Susan was gone, she was falling over herself to bring offerings. The irony was laughable. That won’t be necessary, I said coldly. Suddenly, Nathan let out a startled cry. “Oh!” Rachel instinctively moved closer to Nathan, her eyes filled with concern. “Nathan, what’s wrong?” Nathan pointed at the memorial photo on the table, his voice shaking. “Rachel, why is Ryan’s mom’s photo here? Does that mean…” Rachel’s eyelid twitched. “No, it can’t be.” People always tended to deceive themselves. If Rachel had thought about it carefully, she would have remembered how Susan often struggled to breathe when they met and how heart medication was scattered all over their house. If she had just considered it for a moment, she would have known that Susan truly had a heart condition. One of Rachel’s friends immediately sneered, “Ryan must have made a memorial photo of his own mother just to win Rachel back. How disgusting!” Jeez, Ryan, another chimed in. “Pull stunts like this and karma’s gonna bite you in the ass.” Their gaze was like looking at disgusting lice. Even Rachel’s face twisted with disapproval. “Ryan, I can’t believe you’d do something like this. If your aunt found out…” I closed my eyes, a headache building. “She’s not going to find out.” Rachel had never seen me this serious before. Her tone softened instantly. “Ryan…” I was done with these people. All I wanted was to take Susan’s ashes and leave. “If you won’t go, I will.” As I picked up the urn, Rachel sneered. “Trying to play the victim again?” She shot a look at her cronies, who immediately surrounded me. Nathan snatched the urn from my hands. Come on, Ryan, he said. “You don’t have to do this.” Nathan leaned in close, lowering his voice. “Ryan, maybe save those flowers outside for your mom. She’s always faking heart problems. Might come in handy when she finally kicks the bucket.” I struggled wildly, trying to swing at him, but was held back firmly. “Nathan! I’ll kill you!” Oops, Nathan exclaimed as the urn slipped from his hands, scattering white powder across the floor. His face showed mock regret, but his words dripped with accusation. “Sorry, Ryan. I spilled that ‘baby formula’ you brought. But hey, waste not, want not. We can feed it to Anna. Might as well put it to good use.” My blood ran cold. Anna was Nathan’s dog. What are you planning to do? I asked, horrified. Rachel chimed in, “Good idea. Waste not, want not, after all.” I looked at Rachel, pleading, “No, Rachel, please…” But she just scoffed indifferently, “Ryan, don’t you love acting? Keep going, I’m watching!” My heart felt dead inside. A metallic taste filled my mouth, “Rachel, you’ll regret this!!” Damn, you’re really selling it,” someone nearby chuckled, instantly easing Rachel’s hesitation. I watched as Nathan added warm water to the ashes, and the Doberman tentatively licked the contents of the bowl. No! It felt like an invisible hand clenched my heart. The pain was suffocating. I broke free, landing a hard punch on Nathan’s face, screaming like a madman, “That’s my mom’s ashes! You monster! I’ll kill you!” Tears streamed down my face as I furiously pinned Nathan down, raining punches on him. Even as several people restrained my limbs, I glared at the couple before me, my eyes bloodshot with fury. Have you lost your mind, Ryan? Trying to kill Nathan over a can of formula? Rachel cried out, frantically checking Nathan for injuries without sparing me a glance. My voice came out raw, like I’d been gargling gravel. “Rachel, I wish I’d never fallen for you. If I’d known loving you would cost me my mother, I’d have wished we’d never met.” Rachel flinched, then wiped the blood from Nathan’s lip. Her voice dripped with contempt as she said, “Keep this act up, Ryan, and I might just find someone else to marry.” My sobs turned into hysterical laughter as I glared at Rachel with pure hatred. “I hate you, Rachel,” I choked out, my voice weak with emotion. “I hate you!” Rachel’s patience had run out. “Ryan, you can drop the act now…” Before she could finish, her friend Wendy approached hesitantly, holding a document. “Rachel,” she said, her voice uncertain, “I have a death certificate here. It looks like Ryan’s mom… It seems like she really did pass away.”

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  • Life for Life

    My husband had a child with organ failure with his first love, so he cruelly set his sights on my belly.

  • My Youth

    On my wedding day, Anson got a call from his old crush and just left. I chased after him and almost got hit by a car. The shock made me miscarry, and my dress was stained with blood. There he was, holding her, whispering, “Brenda, I’m here,” just like when he proposed to me. Turns out, he never loved me. I handed him divorce papers, and he tore them up, saying, “It’s just a small thing. I was comforting Brenda.” A small thing? He didn’t know he lost his child that day. He didn’t know I was dying inside.

  • Fated to My Alpha Boss

    “There will be a twenty percent reduction in staff,” my manager Craig announced to the group in our emergency staff meeting.My stomach immediately turned into nervous knots.Craig paused, waiting for the collective gasp to settle down, a small smile quivering at the corners of his mouth.Is that sympathy, or is he enjoying this? I wondered.As if to address my thoughts, Craig’s face switched to a mask of regret as he looked around the room.”I’m not happy about it either. Each of you is important to this department in my opinion. But, since the new CEO believes differently, I’ll be conducting performance reviews with everyone this week and reporting my findings.”My heart sank.I knew my work was good. But if it was going to be a popularity contest, I had no chance.After all, I am “scentless”.In a world of werewolves, scent was just as vital a sense as sight.Werewolves had a built-in system to rate every scent they encountered. Alphas were born with B grade scent minimums. Betas and Omegas, on the other hand, could be very flexible. They could easily smell like a C, D, or F grade to strangers.Whenever one met someone who had the potential to be a best friend or partner, they will immediately register as an A, while A+ is definitely a top match. There was a myth about S grade, but it was only a myth.Therefore, best friends, couples, business partners, even military units, all these social ties were established on scents.I, however, had no scent. Or at least, that’s what most people said.Another oddity was that it seemed I lacked the system to grade other people’s scent. I didn’t instinctively rate someone before I knew them, but instead judged people on other aspects like personality or behavior.Those who were being kind compared me to air. Some openly asked about my bloodline, another thing usually discernable in one’s personal smell. My answer was again disappointing. I was an orphan and had no idea who my parents were.”I’ll be sending each of you messages about when we are to meet. Thank you, and again, I’m very sorry that we are in this situation,” Craig finished this meeting.My colleagues began to murmur to each other as they walked out, but no one cared about me.I was used to it by now. They didn’t mean to be rude.I went out into the hall and began to walk toward the main room and my cubicle, but Craig came striding back down the corridor and blocked my way.”There you are, Elena,” he said, beaming. “You’re always so hard to track down, you know.” He tapped his nose and gave me a wink.I tried not to roll my eyes.Performance evaluation, I thought and smiled.”What’s up, Craig?”He handed me a stack of files. “Some new manuscripts just in.”His hand went up to my face, bringing his scent of licorice with it. He flicked a lock of my dark hair away before settling his hand on my shoulder.I wanted to brush it off but I forced myself to be still, to keep my smile. I looked around. There was no one else in the corridor.”How are you feeling after the announcement?” he asked.”Nervous,” I admitted. His scent was too close and it made me nauseous.I turned my nose away, but he didn’t move his hand.”Just do your best. Speaking of, those need to be in my inbox by the time you leave, okay?””Okay.”He rubbed my shoulder and continued down the corridor.I watched him go, trying not to gag at the thick sweetness that drifted in his wake. I used to be okay with the smell of licorice until I got to know Craig.I’d seen him squeeze, hug, and pat other females and no one seemed to give it a second thought. Jerry in marketing even patted him back.Am I being oversensitive? I thought, trying to wipe the licorice smell off my shoulder and glancing at the females around me as I went past their cubicles. No one else seemed to have a problem with his handsy behavior.I sat down at my desk and stared at the folders.I’d wanted to be a reporter. It’s what they promised when I first came to the newspaper after graduation. But here I was, years later, still on comics and proofreading, having done nothing more than occasionally write stories for other reporters under their byline.I guess it was hard for them to trust someone without a scent.And yet I tried hard to do well in every work I was given. Surely, I thought, all that good work and so little complaining will allow me to keep my job.A few hours later, the atmosphere began to change. It was Friday, and people were busy planning to meet for drinks and dinner.I went to the manager’s office with my proofed copies and was relieved to see Craig had gone for the day. I slapped the packet in his inbox, glancing at the photo of his wife on his desk before I went to pack my bag. I pushed open the doors to the front of the building just as my phone dinged with a text.It was Cathy, my only close friend and sole support since high school.Guess what? Your high school crush is in town.The line was followed by a spray of winking and heart-surrounded emoji faces.My breath caught in my throat and I instinctively turned right, heading toward a popular square. Music and voices from Friday night crowds filled the air and neon lights illuminated the space. Delicious smells of meat and fried food from the restaurants swirled around the people happily hanging out or on their way to food and entertainment.An enormous screen across the square projected the local news.And there he was.Charles.Larger than life, being interviewed by a local reporter, he was breathtakingly handsome with his dark, wavy hair and sharp blue eyes. His face light up the screen.The reporter beamed and leaned in toward him. He’d always that effect on people.Their dialog ran across the bottom.”And a hearty welcome to the young media entrepreneur, Mr. Charles Rafe!” the reporter said.”Thank you, Sandy.”He smiled at her, and I suddenly remembered him, a little more baby-faced, on the soccer field or in the school baseball uniform, in the back row of my history class, but still attracting every eye in the room when he smiled like that.Even now I could feel myself grinning at the screen like an idiot, remembering his warm, vetiver smell.”And what are your plans for our fair city?” the reporter asked.”As you know, Sandy, the merger of my family’s two companies has been a good move. We’re fortunately seeing steady profits.””We all know fortune has nothing to do with it,” the reporter said, playfully nudging his arm.”Well, thank you, but it takes a hardworking, loyal set of people to make any business successful.”His blue eyes looked directly into the camera.I caught my breath, as did a few other people who had also stopped and looked up. He seemed to be looking down through the square directly at me. I stood, riveted to the spot, gazing back.”So naturally I’m here to find those people, and while I’m at it, acquire some companies and expand the Rafe family’s business empire.”I couldn’t help but stare at the screen until Charles was gone.Wouldn’t it be weird if he were my new boss? I thought.I quickly shook my head with a bitter smile.It was a big city. Surely there was more than one large conglomerate coming to town.

    It was true what Cathy had said. Charles was my high school crush. But it was also true that it was so much more than that.Years had passed since high school, but the feelings I had during that period of my life were as strong as if they’d happened yesterday. Back then, no one in my high school didn’t like Charles Rafe. He was the only student, except Cathy, that would smile to me and say hi. He even said my name correctly every time. Gradually, he became the reason I got out of bed and went to class in the morning, just so I could sit silently behind him. His casual smile was the factor that made or broke my day. There was no way he would remember me even if he was my new boss. Still, the idea of it made me smile into the night sky and wait for the screen to loop the interview so I could see his face one more time. I gazed up at the screen, watching the commercials tick by. The programs usually looped at least a half-dozen times before they moved on to the next thing, giving people time to see it as they walked through city squares. I waited and was rewarded. There he was again. His sharp blue eyes took me out of the city square and suddenly I was back in Mr. Sellers’ senior English honors class. I sat in the back left corner seat trying not to be noticed and at the same time trying to absorb every bit of knowledge I could. I loved that class because that is where I started my dream of becoming a journalist one day. Charles and his numerous Alpha friends sat in the rows in front of me, laughing, smiling, and always having a good time. Mr. Sellers enjoyed their cheerful presence in class, and they acted like a wall of sunshine between him and my hungry mind. Not that I minded. Sitting behind Charles was heaven. Every time he moved his vetiver scent wafted toward me, and I often bent forward over a paper pretending to write just to be nearer to him. There was also a moment I treasured when he would saunter in moments before the starting bell. Because he was kind, he would greet people on his way to his seat, and this included me. He’d make eye contact with his piercing blue eyes, and we’d both smile. “Hey, Elena.” “Hi.” And then he’d sit, his back turned, and that was it. But for me, it was enough to make my day. If we got to write a paper in class, the day was even better. It was high school graduation before I got the courage to say more than a few words. I watched him walk across the stage, his diploma held high in triumph for the cheers from both the audience and the seated students, and was sure I wouldn’t see him again. That knowledge gave me courage. When I saw him walk toward his car alone after telling his friends he’d see them later at a party, I went that direction, too. He paused to unlock the door. As I passed, I said, “Congratulations, Charles.” He looked up, smiling. “I thought I noticed you coming, Elena. Congratulations to you, too.” I was surprised. He noticed me coming? Those words were reserved for those with discernable scents. For a moment we looked at each other, me stunned by his intense gaze. “I…” He looked at me with a small smile, patient and waiting. I forced the words out of my mouth. “I was wondering, I know you have a ton of friends and things to do, but would you maybe like to have coffee with me or something? Next week? Or sometime.” My words seemed to hang in the air and I felt my blood began to pound. I felt my face twist in agony, knowing I’d just made a fool of myself. His smile faded a little. I wished I could look away and sink into the ground but his blue eyes held mine. “I’m sorry, Elena,” he said. He looked intensely at me, as if wanting me to understand something he wasn’t saying. I nodded, feeling my face flaming red. “I totally understand. Well, good luck, and all that.” “Wait, Elena.” But I hadn’t. I’d walked off in a blur of humiliation. What was I thinking? I’d raged at myself. Obviously, he wouldn’t have said yes. We were so far apart that we might have been different species. The memory of my humiliation made me groan even now, years later standing in a busy city square on a Friday night. At least I’d tried. Thinking back, I’d have regretted not doing it despite the embarrassment. I pulled out my phone as his interview started again and held it aloft toward his face, filming him. When the clip finished, I sent it to Cathy who texted back as I was walking away. Still in love? Of course not. Just a distant fangirl now. You never know! She followed this with a winky face emoji. How about dinner this weekend? It’s been a while. My heart warmed. Cathy was the most wonderful friend, though I never was able to shake the suspicion that she just felt bad for me. When we were younger, she used to give me hugs and bury her nose in my hair and inhale. “You smell so good. Solid A to me. Why can nobody else sense it?” ” I’d squeezed her back, feeling her refreshing lily scent surrounding me. “What do I smell like?” “I can’t place it. But it’s gorgeous.” I’d always assumed this was a joke to cheer me up. She had always been there for me, jokes or not, and I regretted having to turn her down for dinner. I’m sorry. I have to save my job. She sent a frowning face but then a gif of unicorns dancing together. Okay, babe. Don’t work too hard. Remember I love you. Love you, too, I texted back, and smiled. I was so lucky. I spent the rest of the weekend hardly moving from my desk or changing out of my pajamas while I combed through every project and noted every accolade. By the time Craig’s scheduling link came through on Sunday night I was ready. I confidently scheduled the block mid-morning and went to bed knowing I’d done everything I could. Despite knowing my looks made little difference, I took special care with my hair and outfit that morning. I wanted to look as deserving as my portfolio suggested. I even felt decent as I sat down five minutes before the scheduled time outside Craig’s office. Laughter and casual discussion came from behind his closed door. I checked my watch, my stomach clenching. This wasn’t good. My portfolio was good. I was valuable and I knew it. But if it came down to this type of banter I was in trouble. The minutes ticked by and my appointment came and went. Five minutes, ten minutes. I could feel my muscles tensing and a headache coming on. Finally, the door opened and a colleague walked by calling back, “Okay, see you, Craig.” I stood and turned, looking at Craig who was leaning on the doorframe. “Elena! Wonderful. Come on in.” He waved to a corner of the couch and I sat. He sat across from me in a chair and put his elbows on his knees. “Okay, Elena. Let’s see what you’ve got.” I sat up straight and put my portfolio on my knees where it seemed his gaze was fixed. I crossed my legs self-consciously, and began to talk. I sounded confident, competent. I handed him a reference sheet with lists of successes and awards I’d been responsible for helping come about. He took the sheet and barely glanced at it, his eyes never leaving my bare knees. When I’d finished there was a short pause. “Do you have any questions?” I asked, nervous for the first time and shifting my legs to cross the other direction. His eyes flickered up at me for the first time in the ten minutes I’d been talking. Then he stood and stretched, his paunch peeking out slightly from under his shirt. He sat down on the couch and draped an arm over the couch behind me. He leaned closer. I tried not to breathe in his licorice scent. “I do have a question for you, Elena, but it’s not really about your portfolio.” I felt my stomach drop. This couldn’t be good.

    “You know, Elena,” Craig began, letting the pointer finger of his hand drop to my shoulder. It began to draw small circles there. “This is really stressful for me.” I fought the urge to shrug his finger away, and tried to lean back slowly, as if to see his face better. “I mean, I genuinely like all of my employees. You are all so good, so valuable.” His finger became the back of his fingers and he brushed them up toward my neck. “I’ve had a headache for days straight. Can you believe that?” “Yes,” I said, thankful for the opportunity to pull away and look into his face. “I have, too. It’s hard for all of us.” He smiled. “That’s one thing I like about you, Elena. You’re sympathetic.” “What’s the question you had for me?” I asked. To my dismay, he scooted closer, undoing the slow, few inches I’d managed to put between us. “You know, Sandra, my wife?” “I met her briefly at a party, yeah.” “We’ve been having problems.” “That can’t be helpful at a time like this.” “See? There you are being understanding again.” He smiled and I tried to smile back. I didn’t like where this was going. “After the last holiday party I had a few too many drinks. I love the punch the HR ladies make.” He was famous for getting plastered at holiday parties. I’d learned to steer clear of him if I didn’t want my backside grabbed. “It’s totally my fault, but Melanie from marketing smelled so good that night. Like a roasted chicken, and my mind just went. I couldn’t help it. I mean, obviously, I prefer my wife’s scent but it was just so different.” How do I get out of this? I thought. He wasn’t looking at me but was gazing at my neck, his fingers starting to move again, fiddling with a lock of my hair. “I’m sorry, I don’t see where this is going.” I leaned away but he continued, not seeming to notice. “And of course, that smell is pretty strong. Sandra smelled her right away.” “Oh.” My eyebrows raised. Why was he admitting this to me, confirming my suspicions that he was indeed the sleazeball I’d imagined? “My question to you, Elena, is this.” He leaned into me, his right arm around my shoulders closing in and pulling me close, his left circling my waist. “Since you have no scent, can I be with you and not get caught?” He pressed me back against the couch, his horrible smell overwhelming me, making me gag. “Get off!” I pushed him with all my strength, throwing myself sideways and stumbling as I broke free and dropped from the couch. I chanced a quick glance at him, sprawled on his face and half falling off the couch before I turned and ran toward the door. I yanked it open and flew out, ignoring the alarmed stare of the man who sat waiting for the next interview. It wasn’t until I was in the furthest cubicle against the wall in the women’s bathroom that I began to breathe. I sat on the toilet, my head in my hands, taking big, gasping breaths. I was angry and scared all at once, my chest contracting with emotion. Little by little, my breathing slowed and my mind began to clear. I could hear my breathing echoing off the cold tiles around me. I needed to go to HR. I should have reported it in the past. But now I needed to do it before I excused it away. I stood, straightened my clothing, and took a deep breath. I knew people underestimated me, but I also knew that if I could bypass their scent-bias then I could be powerful. I held tight to that knowledge inside me and strode confidently out into the hall. I took the stairs so not to hinder my momentum and went down the stairwell to the HR offices. I spent the rest of the day attempting to concentrate on my work, but it was impossible. I tried to interpret the expressions of the HR workers and remember the scents. Had I detected a slight increase in body heat? An uptick in the strength of the odors? Finally, one of the HR workers, Cecilia, came to my cubicle and led me to the conference room for a meeting. As soon as I walked in my heart began to pound. Craig was there, as was his boss and another HR representative. I could feel the tension in the atmosphere, sense the heat and heightened scents. I looked at Cecilia, assuming she was my representative, but she took a seat on the manager’s side of the table, leaving me alone and as if I were on trial. The other HR representative began to read a statement, during which Craig never took his eyes off the table where his finger drew the same circle it had on my shoulder. My mind buzzed as the words began to sink in. “… total fabrication… a desperate move to keep her job… continued failure of basic duties.” When they finished, the HR manager put down his paper and looked at me with cool, grey eyes. “That is all. We will be contacting you…” “Hold on,” I said, anger making my voice quaver. “This is outrageous. It is a total lie, and what’s more, it’s slander.” “Slander?” Craig scoffed. “You’re the one slandering me, Elena!” “Not if it’s true. And I can prove you’re wrong with the statements about my performance. If that’s fabricated then it absolutely calls into question the remainder of this statement.” “We didn’t see any performance appraisal materials from you,” the HR manager frowned. “That’s because I left it on his office floor as I literally ran away from assault. Thankfully I have copies and I will email one to each of you directly after this poor excuse for an HR intervention.” Dead silence filled the room. “All of that is inflated. Fabricated,” Craig said, looking a little desperately at his manager. “She has no proof I tried to touch her.” “Ask a dozen other women in the office if they’ve ever been touched.” More silence. The HR representative cleared his throat. “We will get back to you in the next 24 hours. I suspect we will have to take this to a higher level.” “What?” Craig looked incredulous. I rose, looking as confident as I could despite my legs trembling from a mix of fury and anxiety. “Expect an email from me soon,” I said to everyone, and strode out the door. I don’t know how I made it to my cubicle, but I wilted into my seat and put my head in my hands, trying not to cry. After a few deep breaths I sat up, and with shaking hands began to forward my performance reports to everyone who was in the room and the general mailboxes of HR as well, just in case. No other work was sent my direction that day. It was as if Craig and other managers had assumed I was already gone. After I left the office, I was surprised to see a late email from HR. It was simple, but ominous. “The new leadership has been informed about the situation and finds it complicated enough that they will handle it themselves. Changes in position will be announced tomorrow.” “Complicated?” I said aloud to the streetlights around me. A passing commuter looked at me warily and continued. I had no idea what that meant, but I was sure it couldn’t be good.

    I hardly slept and I looked it. Despite my efforts with the concealer, the bags under my eyes were evident and the stress was manifesting in overly frizzy hair. Still, I did my best. I wanted to look good for my execution, but had to settle for being on time and not looking like a puppy caught out in the rain. My hands shook on the lobby door handle. I needed to get some tension out and decided to take the stairs up the four flights to our division. It was a popular choice. My colleagues liked to stretch their bodies before and during a day sitting at desks, and I could hear a few people a few floors above me. Getting the blood flowing and my legs pumping helped my nerves. I began to breathe deeply and felt it relax my muscles. Then I heard my name echo down through the concrete stairwell. “I don’t think Elena would do that,” came the first voice. “She’s kind of a sheep.” “That’s what she wants you to think. She plays all demure, but underneath all that mildness she’s sharp. She’d be a perfect Beta, flying under the radar but secretly getting everything done. And done her way.” “But is she sharp in the way that she’d sabotage Craig? I’ve never known her to be malicious.” “I didn’t think so, but you never know how people will respond if they feel threatened.” “It’s kind of an obvious play, isn’t it?” I leaned inward trying to see who was above me. All I could see were hands holding the railing. One of them had burgundy fingernails. “Like I said, desperation.” The rest of their conversation was cut off by a door scraping opening and booming closed. Whatever solace I’d earned from the little bit of exercise was gone. Now I was trying to hold back angry tears. I pulled open what I suspected was the same door and walked into my department. Two women stood by the entrance to the cubicles with a few others. They turned and saw me. The woman with the burgundy nails had the courtesy to look guilty, but the rest looked openly hostile, even the two I’d recently thought were starting to become my friends. I held my head high and walked by without saying good morning as a voice over the intercom said, “Attention everyone, please gather in the conference room in ten minutes.” I put down my bag, turned on my computer and found the company had stopped sending me anything directly after the time of my meeting with Craig yesterday morning. It seemed they had taken a side, just like my colleagues. I decided to get a seat at the conference table rather than stand around the perimeter, so I grabbed my notebook and went through the tense, quiet cubicles. As I neared the elevator, I heard it ding. Who’d show up late today? I wondered. Only someone especially confident. The doors opened and wafted a vetiver scent so powerful in my memory that I stopped in my tracks. Charles Rafe stepped out of the elevator, two beautiful women, one light, one dark, who smelled like pine and cedar, came after him, briefcases, folders, and coffee cups in hand. The group moved like a sleek, powerful pack, and I felt myself stepping back. Charles stopped and sniffed the air. He turned slowly and his blue eyes found mine. Even from ten feet away, I could see the pupils in his eyes widen as he came toward me. The women with him seemed momentarily unsure what to do, so stood watching. My heart began to pound. His smell brought back years of longing and unfulfilled dreams. And I thought this day couldn’t get any worse. “Elena Laurentia?” My breathing stopped and my jaw fell open. He remembered me. For a moment I simply stared. Do something you idiot! I raged. “Hi.” “Hey.” Just like in Mr. Sellers’ class. He took another deep inhale and smiled. “I knew it was you.” He smiled, and I thought my knees were going to buckle. “I’m sorry we have to meet like this after all these years. It’s not a fun day for anyone when you have to do layoffs.” I cleared my throat. He was all business now, it seemed. “I imagine it’s not.” “I’ll see you in the conference room, then.” He smiled and turned to the assistants, gesturing toward the conference room. I couldn’t go in while he was in there setting up. I was almost pinned to the ground by his beautiful, vetiver scent just from the brief encounter. I couldn’t imagine being in a smaller, enclosed space with him. Instead, I watched through the windows as his assistants put his coffee cup at the head of the table and presented him with papers while he checked his phone. They set up laptops and began to gesture and talk about the projection system while Charles frowned down at the notes on the top of the file. He glanced up and out the glass windows in my direction but I looked away, starting back down the aisle toward my cubicle. So much for getting a seat. A few minutes later, the speaker announced that everyone was expected in the conference room. I joined the crowd filing quietly into the room. Charles sat, radiating power and looking around, meeting eyes and nodding here and there. I kept my eyes down and was, as expected, unintentionally bumped and shouldered into the furthest corner, blocked from Charles’ blue eyes by taller, wider colleagues. I was okay with that. For the first time in a long time, I appreciated my ability to hide. I heard a chair creak and head Charles clear his throat. I assumed he was standing from the sound. “Good morning. Before we start, can we please get the shorter people toward the front or in chairs so everyone can see? Back there?” There was a shifting around me and the people next to me looked surprised to find me there, gesturing for me to move to the front. “Thank you. I’m sorry to be having to do this.” He continued to speak for a moment about the company’s intentions. Then he looked at the blonde assistant who nodded at him. “An email has just gone out to people I’d like to stay here in the conference room with me. It has the terms of your severance package, which I think you’ll find generous, and we will discuss other opportunities or companies in our conglomerate that could be options for you.” He looked around the room. The scent of about two dozen people had suddenly increased and I found myself getting dizzy. “If you don’t have an email, feel free to return to your desks. I’ll take a moment while you check your phones.” Everyone’s hands and faces jerked as we all grabbed our devices. I opened my mail app and held my breath. Nothing. I refreshed the page. Again nothing. I looked up in confusion, but Charles wasn’t looking at me. Very slowly, a few of us began to edge toward the door. I took a few tentative steps, refreshing again just to be sure. “Sir, I think there’s been a mistake.” Craig was looking at his phone, his face turning red. He was glaring directly at me. “How is she staying? And I’m not? This isn’t right.” “You’re right,” Charles said, leaning forward over the table. “I’m sorry Elena. I forgot to mention you aren’t going to be working here either.” Craig’s face set into a smug smirk. “You’ll be joining my team. I’ll be needing a third assistant.” There was a simultaneous gasp around the room. What???

    I looked around at the stunned faces. Craig’s was beginning to turn purple. Even Charles’ assistants looked confused, giving each other quick glances, but then looking to their boss for instruction. “Do you think you’ll need help packing up your desk?” Charles asked. “I … I’ll be fine.” He nodded. “Great. Then I’ll be by to get you in a few minutes.” I went to my cubicle in a daze. People were giving me a wide berth, looking at me with open confusion as I passed. I looked around at my things. There was very little. A photo of me and Cathy. A small mint plant I used to clear my nose when things got overwhelming, (an old werewolf trick). I put an external drive into my computer and began to make sure I had back up files of any work I wanted to keep, then opened drawers and began to pull out office supplies and paperwork. There were a few awards for pieces I’d helped work on, and articles I’d written for other journalists with their names still as the byline. I wanted to keep these for my portfolio. And then I smelled it. Vetiver. I looked up and Charles was standing at my cubicle, an arm casually propped on the dividing wall, a cardboard banker box in hand. “You make quick work of things,” he said, holding out the box. I took the box and put my few belongings into it. I was confused, and his presence wasn’t helping. I shook my head and took a deep breath. “Can you clarify for me how I’m qualified for this position? I’m grateful, obviously, but…” He raised a hand to cut me off. “Let’s talk privately.” He gestured for me to follow and went quickly through the quiet cubicles to the breakroom where he shut the door. Without the free flow of air, his vetiver scent quickly filled the room, becoming stronger as he moved around, going first to the cup dispenser and then the coffee machine. I watched him move, graceful and powerful, and experienced an odd mixture of euphoria and anxiety. His familiar smell filled my brain in a way that was comforting, something cherished from my past, but also brought back the old longing. I had to shake my head to think properly again. He finished dispensing the instant coffee and inhaled over the dark liquid. He frowned. “Obviously, the quality of the coffee is going to have to change. Would you like a cup anyway?” “No, thank you. I’m shaky enough today.” He smiled at my candor and poured himself a cup. He took a sip, made a face, and poured it into the sink, refiling his paper cup with water and rinsing his mouth out. “That was unpleasant to say the least,” he said, and for a moment the carefree teenager looked at me. I couldn’t help smiling back, but I also was having trouble putting thoughts into logical words. I wanted a job, of course I did. But I didn’t know how I fit the profile of his assistants. Judging from his assistants, I would need another level of education as well as a stylist. “It’s refreshing to see you again,” he said, waving this cup at me. “I can’t believe you even remember me.” “Are you kidding? Of course I remember you.” I blushed, thinking about our last interaction. “Probably because no one else embarrassed herself so badly in front of you the entire four years.” His face looked slightly pained. “That’s not it. I loved sitting next to you in Mr. Sellers’ class. Your scent actually helped me do better in that class than the others.” I frowned. “Right,” I said with as much sarcasm as I thought was decent for an employee to boss interaction. “The smell of nothing? Or flat-out air?” “I’m serious.” He put down the cup and waved his nose toward me. “You’re slightly sweet, but all together elusive. I mentioned it to my friends once and was surprised they were certain you were scentless.” This took me by surprise. “I had no idea.” We stood, staring at each other for a moment. And then a horrible thought occurred to me.

    “Oh.” I said. “You’re keeping me on because you feel bad, because we have this school connection. Seriously, it’s okay. I understand business is business.” “Is that what you think?” He dashed the remainder of his water in the sink. “Please, give me more credit than that. I saw that HR report. I knew it was you and that you wouldn’t lie.” Thank you. I didn’t, as a matter of fact. But I don’t see how you’d know that from the few classes we had together where we barely spoke more than two words.” “Four.” “What?” “We had four classes together. Mr. James freshman year, Ms. Harrington sophomore year, Ms. Tate junior year, and Mr. Sellers senior year.” He smiled as my mouth dropped open. “Obviously, I was watching you more closely than you imagined.” I felt my breathing quickened. “I can’t imagine you had time with all your activities and friends. But even so, that doesn’t mean I qualify as your assistant. Those ladies…” “Amy and Jessica.” “Amy and Jessica. They’re extraordinary.” “And you’re not?” He smiled, seeming to enjoy watching me. “You really haven’t changed since high school.” “I know my resume. I’m good at what I do. I want to expand on that and become a journalist. It fits my particular skills,” I said, waving at my scentless self. “Please believe I want a job, but I’m not convinced I’m right for your inner circle.” He looked suddenly serious and took a step toward me, crumpling the paper cup and tossing it into the trash. I took a step back without realizing it. The power radiating off him made my eyes widen. “You are questioning my judgment on how I choose to run my businesses?” I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. “Elena, I need someone with integrity, and I need someone who will speak truth to power, even at the risk of their job. You proved you can do that. Need I say more?” My mouth snapped shut. He had a point. From this distance, his scent was strong, and if his argument hadn’t been so good, his scent would have sealed the deal. He looked into my eyes, read my thoughts, and smiled wolfishly. “Good.” * I followed behind the three of them, carrying my half-full box, avoiding the stares and whispers that followed us as we went into the elevator. We got out on the next floor up, the marketing department. Charles began to walk, Jessica and Amy in step behind him. It was silent as they went, the employees of the department standing when they realized who had just walked onto their floor. I tried to follow at a discreet distance, hoping no one would notice me in the wake of this powerful threesome, but Charles suddenly stopped. He waved me to his side. I could see employees craning to look, their heads popping up from their cubicles. Word had obviously gotten out quickly. “Please walk next to me and show me around, Elena,” he said.

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  • My Hockey Alpha

    Nina It was the night of my coming-of-age party. I was most of all excited for one thing: tonight, Justin would finally announce that he was my boyfriend. Justin and I had been seeing each other for a couple of months now, but we had kept things under wraps so far. Frankly, I would have preferred to make our relationship public right away — he was one of the most handsome and popular guys on campus, and was on the hockey team — but he insisted that we wait until the right time. “I want to save announcing our relationship for a special night, baby,” he had told me. I had been asking when he would make our relationship public for a while, but maybe he was right; it was best to wait until a special time. That meant that he really loved me, right? As I stood in front of the mirror and admired myself, I felt confident that Justin would announce our relationship tonight. I picked out special lingerie, which I wore under my outfit now, because I was certain that we would finally have sex for the first time. I was ready to lose my virginity. Aside from the lingerie, which was a sexy red set that I picked out at the mall a couple days before the party, I was wearing a short, tight skirt that showed off my thighs, a pink crop top, and heels. I wore red lipstick and black eyeliner, too. I felt a bit awkward wearing an outfit like this, as I usually dressed in jeans and hoodies; but my roommates, Jessica and Lori, insisted that I dress up for the party. The only thing that I kept the same about myself tonight was my hair, which was black with bangs and two long braids. I always wore my hair like this and never liked it any other way. Some people said it was childish, but I thought it was cute and practical. “You look so hot, Nina!” Jessica said as I came out of the room. “The guys are gonna be all over you!” I didn’t say anything about Justin. Even my own roommates didn’t know about our relationship. Lori looked at her phone and took another swig of her beer. “Everyone should be here any minute,” she said in her low, sultry voice. Lori was the quintessential “goth girl” on campus, which was a stark contrast from Jessica’s bubbly nature and my studious attitude. Somehow, though, we were all best friends. Just then, the door burst open with the first guests arriving. The group of guys and girls flooded in carrying cases of beers and whooping and hollering, excited for the party. With a grin, Jessica cranked up the music and started greeting people while I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room. Lori walked over to the couch and sat down, scrolling on her phone; she really only ever came to parties for the alcohol and the weed. Soon enough, the suite was full of people. The LED lights flashed red, green, and blue while the music played loudly, and the guests started getting drunk and playing games. The main attraction seemed to be the beer pong table, where the boys competed like their lives depended on it, but people also hung out around the seating area, played drinking games, and smoked on the balcony. A while into the party, Justin finally arrived. I got excited, but instead of coming over to me and greeting me, he simply made a beeline for the beer pong table and joined the game. During a lull in the game, I sent Justin a text: “Well? Are we gonna announce it?” I watched from the corner as he pulled out his phone, read the text, then pocketed his phone again. He looked at me and subtly shrugged, then returned to his game as though he didn’t even know me. “Are you okay?” Jessica said, coming over to me with an extra beer in her hand for me. I shrugged and finished off the last of my beer. “I’m just not much of a partier, that’s all,” I said. Jessica pursed her lips and handed me the other beer. “You just need a little liquid courage, that’s all!” she said, clinking her bottle with mine and taking a big swig. I looked down at my beer and frowned. Jessica was right, but beer wasn’t going to cut it — not with how Justin was treating me tonight. “How about vodka?” I said. Jessica’s eyes lit up and she turned around to face the group, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout. “Hey everyone!” she shouted. “The birthday girl wants shots!” By my seventh shot, however, I started to feel woozy and felt like I was going to throw up. I stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and made it to the toilet just in time. When I was done throwing up, I stood up and made my way over to the sink, where I splashed some cold water on my face and took some deep breaths to sober myself up. I looked at my smudged makeup and my messy hair in the mirror, trying not to cry as I thought about Justin. Why was he treating me like this? Just a few days ago, we were making out behind the hockey arena and now he was acting like he didn’t even know me. Was he just nervous about announcing our relationship, or was it something else? Taking another deep breath and wiping the tears off of my face, I straightened up and decided to go talk to Justin. When I left the bathroom, however, he wasn’t anywhere to be found. “Hey, have you seen Justin?” I asked a guest. She just shrugged her shoulders and pointed toward my bedroom. Maybe he just went inside to be alone for a minute, which would give us some time to talk. I made my way over to my room, weaving drunkenly through the crowd. When I opened the door, however, I wished that I had just stayed away. Justin was in my bed, but he wasn’t alone. He was with another girl. I recognized her immediately from her platinum blonde hair and thin body — it was Lisa, the cheerleading captain. They were tangled together in my bed, Justin’s pants pulled down and Lisa’s panties on the floor as they had sex in my bed. “What the fuck!” I screamed. The party went silent, aside from the music, which someone quickly shut off. Justin and Lisa sat up in my bed; Justin looked even more drunk and high than before, but immediately jumped up when he saw me and yanked his pants up. “Nina, it’s not what it looks like,” he said, stumbling toward me while Lisa simply stood up with a smirk and pulled her panties on, smoothing down her skirt. She strutted out of the room and bumped me with her shoulder on the way out as I continued to stare at Justin in shock and disbelief. Justin stammered as he tried to explain himself. “I’m so sorry, I-” “Justin…” I interrupted, my voice shaking. “We. Are. Done.” Without another word, I turned away and stormed out of the suite with Jessica and Lori calling after me. I walked out of the dorms into the cool spring air, turning this way and that for a bit before deciding to make my way toward town. I walked for a while, fuming the entire time and muttering to myself, until I finally made it to a local bar. I nodded gratefully as the bartender poured me a glass of rum and coke, and I sipped it miserably while he disappeared into the kitchen. I pulled my phone out of my pocket to see that I had several missed calls and “Where are you?!?” texts from Jessica and Lori, but I ignored them and tossed my phone down on the bar, taking a big swig of my drink and cursing to myself. “Yeah, I hate my phone, too,” a male voice said from beside me. I looked over to see a guy pulling up a barstool a couple seats down. He was wearing a red flannel shirt and had curly brown hair, and a sharp jawline. He was muscular, too. “I hate everything right now,” I said, swirling my drink around in my glass with my straw. “How come?” The boy looked at me, and just then, I came to a shocking realization: this was Enzo, Justin’s hockey captain, the star of the school, every girl’s dream boy. And he was sitting next to me, in this quiet dive bar, talking to me.

    Nina Enzo must have noticed the expression on my face when I finally recognized him, because he smirked and held out a napkin for me. “Your makeup is smudged.” I blushed and grabbed the napkin from his hand, using it to wipe away my makeup while Enzo continued to stare at me. “Rough night?” he said once I finished cleaning up my makeup. “I guess you could say that,” I replied. “You know,” he said, his deep brown eyes studying my face, “you look better without makeup.” His words made me blush even more. What were the odds that the hockey captain would be hitting on me on the night of my birthday, right after my boyfriend had cheated on me? “Do you treat all the girls like this?” I said suddenly, surprised and embarrassed at my own question. It must have been the alcohol. Enzo simply smirked again and finished the last of his drink. He reached forward and brushed a bit of hair out of my face. “If you’re so intrigued by how I treat girls, why don’t you come see it for yourself? I live in Dorm B, fourth floor. Room 409.” His voice was low and sultry, and as we leaned closer together, I felt my breathing become slower and more aroused. I frowned then and pulled away. I needed comfort tonight, but not that sort of comfort. “No way,” I said, crossing my arms. “I know your reputation. You’re a player.” “So what if I am?” Enzo murmured. “It’s your decision, but my room is open to you all night. You can just walk right in. No need to knock.” With that, Enzo sat back up and tossed some money down on the bar. “I’ll pay for the lady’s drink,” he said to the bartender, then threw his jacket over his shoulder and sauntered out of the bar. I kept sipping my drink while I thought about the unexpected proposition of sex. Enzo was well-known as an adonis, a handsome player. Ever since Enzo and Lisa — the cheerleader who stole my boyfriend — broke up last semester, Enzo’s dorm had a constant stream of gorgeous girls going in at night and walking out the next morning, their lipstick smeared and their hair a mess. No girls ever went back; Enzo only participated in one night stands. I had never been interested in one night stands. In high school, I was nerdy and never had a chance with any of the boys. The one time I thought I had a chance, when the football quarterback asked me to prom, it turned out to be a prank. The whole school had laughed at me as I showed up in my blue dress, excited to dance with the quarterback, only for him to trip me and make me fall on the dance floor. “Why would I want you?” he had said, pointing and laughing. “Ugly Nina will never have a boyfriend!” After that, I swore that I would just focus on my studies. I eventually grew out of my ugly duckling phase once I started college, and lots of boys tried to get me to hook up with them, but I just wasn’t interested. If I was going to let a boy interrupt my studies, he would have to be perfect — someone who I would be willing to share my body with. I had thought that Justin would be the one. He seemed so sweet and kind, but I guess that wasn’t the case. After this, I felt like never falling in love again. “Sorry to say this, young lady, but the bar’s closing soon,” the bartender said, breaking me out of my deep thought. I nodded and finished off the last of my drink, then stood and left the bar. The thought of going home right now almost made me sick. Maybe I didn’t have to go home tonight. I showed up at Enzo’s place a little while later. Before I entered, I hesitated for a little while as I considered just keeping my dignity and going home. But I was all dressed up tonight with expensive lingerie, and besides… with Justin and Lisa’s double betrayal, what would be a better way to get back at them both? Taking a deep breath, I turned the knob and entered Enzo’s dorm. He was sitting on the couch when I entered, as though he had been waiting for me. “Changed your mind, eh?” he said, standing and crossing the room toward me. He was much taller than me, and muscular to boot. This close, I could smell his cologne. It made my panties wet, almost like a pheromone. “So,” he said, “what changed your mind? I thought my reputation scared you.” “I just… Could use a little comfort,” I said. Without saying anything, he leaned down and cupped my chin with his hand. He kissed me deeply, his tongue exploring my mouth in a way that Justin’s never had. After we kissed, he wrapped his arms around my waist and picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him as he carried me to the bedroom. Our lips smacked together the whole way there. I bit his lower lip, which caused him to groan, and when we entered his dimly lit bedroom he slammed the door behind us and laid me down on the bed. I was trembling, but there was something surprisingly gentle about Enzo’s touch. I had expected a careless brute who only cared about getting himself off, but as he leaned over me and slid his fingers down my panties, I realized that my assumptions were wrong. Enzo kissed and licked my neck as he rubbed my clit, letting his fingers get wet with my juices as I moaned into his mouth. He pulled away briefly to remove his hand from my panties and let me taste myself off his fingers, then returned to touching me. Before he entered me with his fingers, however, I grabbed his wrist and stopped him. “I should tell you that I’m a virgin,” I whispered. Enzo was silent for a few moments. I was worried he wouldn’t want to continue after learning this about me, but then he merely smirked. “I figured,” he replied, leaning down to nibble my ear. “I’ll be gentle with you.” I let out a loud moan, arching my back as he let his long, thick fingers slide into me. He slid them back and forth, going faster and faster, until I was soaking wet and moaning loudly. I kissed and bit his neck as he fingered me, and moaned into his skin. When he was finished pleasuring me, he removed his hand from my panties and looked me deeply in the eyes while he unbuttoned my skirt. I was still trembling, partially from nerves and partially from the tingling in my body. “Lingerie, huh?” he whispered, sounding somewhat amused when he saw my lacy panties. I blushed. “Since you went to all that trouble, why don’t you give me a show?” Still blushing, I stood and began to nervously remove my clothes. I removed my top first to reveal my breasts, which practically spilled out of the top of my bra, then slipped off my skirt to reveal my waist and thighs. I could see Enzo’s erection straining in his gray sweatpants as he bit his lip. When I saw his huge erection, I knew that I wanted him. Saunter over to the bed, I pushed on his chest and pushed him down onto the mattress. I reached down and stroked his cock over his pants before sliding my hand inside and gripping it, feeling its warmth and girth in my small hand. He let out a groan as I stroked up and down his cock with my hand. I pulled my hand out and slid down his sweatpants so that I could see. Enzo must have seen the surprise on my face when I saw how big he was, because he chuckled and propped himself up on his elbows. “Scared?” he said. I shook my head, licking my lips. “Can I taste it?” I whispered, to which he nodded, his dark eyes fixed on mine. I opened my mouth and took his cock inside, slowly working my lips and tongue up and down the shaft. It was awkward at first — I had never done this before — but the sounds that Enzo was making told me that I was doing a good job. We laid naked together beneath the sheets, our limbs tangled together. Enzo spit on his hand and rubbed it along his shaft, pressing the head against me to go inside. I flinched at first, but Enzo reassured me that it was okay. “I’ll be gentle. I promise,” he whispered into my ear, his breath hot on my neck. …… When it was over, Enzo and I laid in bed for a minute before he got up and put on his underwear. I sat up, feeling both heavenly and ashamed of myself, and pulled my panties on. There was something different about Enzo now that we had had sex; his body language seemed more wild and dominant, and when he looked at me, his pupils were dilated. His eyes almost seemed like a different color. He smiled at me then and his teeth were sharp and glistening. My heart started to race as I felt like he was a wolf and I was his prey. Swallowing, I stood and put the rest of my clothes on. “See you around.” Before Enzo could reply, I rushed out of the bedroom and left the dorm. What was that look he gave me? Why did he look so… feral?

    Nina It was almost four o’clock in the morning by the time I finally returned to my dorm. Jessica and Lori were already asleep in their rooms judging from how dark and quiet everything was. The suite was a mess from the party and we would no doubt be spending the next day cleaning, but I was too hungover and tired to care at the moment. It appeared as though Lori and Jessica must have changed my sheets for me though, which I would have to thank them for in the morning. I wouldn’t have been able to sleep on the same sheets that Justin and Lisa had sex on. As I laid in bed trying to sleep, I was kept awake by my regrets. Had I just given my virginity to a near-stranger? A playboy? All to get revenge against Justin and Lisa? I had never been so impulsive like this, especially when it came to love. Right now, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of this blunder. Enzo was incredibly attractive and the sex was wonderful, but right now, I just wanted to forget about it. When I woke the next morning, my head pounded and my stomach hurt from all of the alcohol from the night before. I groaned and rolled out of bed, ignoring my appearance as I stumbled into the kitchen in my oversized t-shirt and shorts. I just needed some coffee. “You know, you could’ve at least told us where you went last night,” Lori said from her usual spot at the kitchen island. She had a cup of coffee in front of her and was reading A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. “I’m sorry,” I replied, my face turning red as I remembered what happened after the party. “I just needed to get out.” “Why didn’t you tell us that you and Justin were a thing?” Jessica suddenly said, emerging from her room with a towel around her hair while she wore a fluffy pink robe and bunny slippers. She folded her arms and glared at me, pushing out her lower lip in a pout. I hung my head low as I poured myself a cup of coffee. I tried to hide it as the tears started to well up, but it was no use. Jessica rushed over to me and wrapped her arms around me while Lori watched with a sorry expression on her face. “I’m sorry,” I said between sobs. “H-He told me he just wanted to wait until the right time to make our relationship public. I t-thought he was just being a gentleman.” “Men are trash,” Lori replied. “Most of them, anyway. Don’t beat yourself up over it. You can do way better than Justin Thurlow.” Jessica nodded and rubbed my back, agreeing with Lori. “Yeah,” she said. “Screw boys. You’re smart and hot and you’re gonna be a doctor! Who needs boys? C’mon, let’s go get some breakfast.” Jessica and Lori were right. Boys were just a waste of time, and I had more important things to think about. I changed into my usual jeans and hoodie, brushed and braided my hair, and went with my roommates to the dining hall. “Oh my god!” Jessica exclaimed as we approached the dining hall. She squealed and pointed at none other than Enzo coming out the door. Jessica’s excitement garnered the attention of other nearby girls, who also squealed and waved as Enzo approached. I grabbed my hair and used it to shield my face. I just wanted to shrink down into myself. Why did I have to run into Enzo right now, the morning after we had a one night stand? To make matters worse, he approached us and stood in front of us. Even Lori seemed a bit excited at his presence. Did he even remember our night together, or was he confused by how strangely I was acting? “Hi, Enzo!” Jessica said, twirling a bit of her blonde hair around her finger. “Are you excited for the homecoming game today?” I kept my gaze fixed on the ground, letting my bangs fall into my face, but I could feel Enzo’s stern gaze on me. “Yeah,” he replied. “Although, it’s not as exciting when we always know we’re gonna crush the other team. I hope they put up a good fight.” Jessica giggled like a giddy schoolgirl. I took a chance and glanced up, hoping to see Enzo walking away, but was met instead by his strong gaze fixed on me. He looked far less animalistic now; maybe his appearance last night was just a trick of the light, or a result of the alcohol. Enzo had his arms folded across his muscular chest as he looked at me. He looked almost disapproving. Was he upset that I walked out on him last night? It hardly seemed likely, given his reputation, but my heart still ached a bit. “You ready for practice, Enzo?” another guy said, striding up to us. He looked Jessica up and down hungrily, then glanced at me before looking at Enzo. Enzo nodded and stuck his hands in his pockets, his brown eyes still on me. “Yeah. Let’s go.” Later that afternoon, after we had cleaned up the dorm, I was in my room studying for an upcoming biology exam when Jessica came into my room. She was wearing a pleated pink mini skirt, a fuzzy white sweater, and white sneakers with leg warmers. She had a full face of makeup on and her hair was curled perfectly. “Oh my god, you’re not ready yet?” she said, storming over to me and snapping my book shut unceremoniously. “Hey!” I said, throwing my pen down on my desk. “I was studying.” “Studying can wait,” Jessica replied. “Come on, let’s go to the hockey game! I heard some rumors that Enzo is planning on using some new moves.” My heart leapt up into my throat. “I’m not going,” I said, opening my book up to the page I was on. Jessica clearly didn’t like my response, because she stamped her foot on the ground angrily. “Aw, come on!” she whined. “You’re not really gonna make me go alone, are you?” I didn’t have the heart to tell my friend the truth about where I was last night. If she knew that I slept with Enzo, she would be heartbroken. Jessica had been pining away for Enzo since our first semester. He had never given her too much attention, but still she went to all of his games, cheered him on, and even watched all the livestreams of his tournaments online. She always talked about how he was a genius, how his physical abilities were godlike, how he easily won every game he competed in. “Come on,” Jessica whined again. “Please? For me?” She batted her eyelashes and stuck her lower lip out. I sighed and closed my book again, rubbing my tired eyes. “Alright,” I replied, although I really just wanted to hide in my room and never see the star hockey player again. “I’ll go. But you owe me.” Jessica grinned and pranced out of the room while I got ready. I wanted to blend in, so I just wore a hoodie with the university logo on it and jeans. Jessica seemed a bit disappointed in my outfit choice, but didn’t say anything as we made our way to the hockey arena. The whole way there, Jessica prattled on about Enzo. “His body is just so perfect,” she said. “All of those muscles just make me wanna bite him!” I hated to admit it, but hearing Jessica talk about Enzo made the memories of last night come flooding back; his muscular body, the way he touched and kissed me, how he felt inside of me… It made my body tingle. I tried to shake the thoughts out of my mind the best I could as we got in line to enter the arena, but I just couldn’t. The feeling of Enzo’s strong eyes on me as we laid in bed together, our limbs intertwined, was burned into my memory. I only hoped that I could leave this game without being seen by Enzo or Justin.

    Nina We entered the arena, which was already packed full with excited students. Half of the arena was reserved for our university, while the other half was reserved for the other university. Our school colors were burgundy and gold — the other university was blue and black. “Let’s find a good seat,” Jessica said. I followed her up the stairs, then we shimmied between rows of seats toward a couple of empty spots. Once we had our seats, I could hear the conversation between other girls around me; their talking points mostly centered around Enzo. “Do you think he’ll make us win again?” “Of course! Enzo always plays perfectly.” “I feel so lucky just to be attending the same university as him!” I cringed a bit at the conversation and scrolled on my phone while I waited for the game to start. Beside me, Jessica pulled out a pair of binoculars and started scouring the ice rink. I can see the cheerleaders performing an energetic opening dance on ice skates before the game, with Lisa in the lead. She looked dazzling in her skimpy uniform, with her perfectly tanned legs and platinum blonde hair pulled up into a high ponytail with a bow. She waved her pom poms around to hype the crowd up. Looking at the girl who stole my boyfriend made me sick. I had never been much of a sports fan, but the way the crowd was getting excited made me excited, too. As the hockey players skated out onto the rink, some of them skated up to certain cheerleaders who were their girlfriends and kissed them publicly. I could see Justin and Lisa exchange glances. Justin had never brought me to his games, even though we had been dating for a couple of months. When I did go to his games, he never paid any attention to me until after. I thought that he was just shy at the time, but now I knew that he just didn’t want Lisa seeing us together. “Don’t pay any attention to Justin,” Jessica said, handing me the binoculars so I could see better. “He’s not worth your time.” I took the binoculars and peered through them. For some reason, I searched for Enzo. I didn’t know why I wanted to see him so badly, but I did. And he saw me. Somehow, despite the thousands of students in this massive arena, Enzo looked directly at me. It was as though he had a sixth sense, like he knew exactly where I was without even having to think. Even from here, I could see the hint of wildness in his eyes from the night before; like I was his prey. I quickly gave the binoculars back to Jessica as my face turned red. Enzo turned away and skated out to the middle of the rink, skating around in circles and pumping his hockey stick in the air while the crowd cheered. All around me, girls screamed and swooned while guys whooped and hollered. The game started. I lost sight of the puck quickly, but was able to follow the game by watching Enzo, who skated as fast as lightning and moved nimbly around the rink as though he was born with ice skates on his feet. He would perform quick moves with his hockey stick to fake out the opponents, hitting the puck between their legs to one of his teammates before zooming away. He moved so quickly that he was almost like a flash. For some reason, it seemed almost supernatural to me… but no one else seemed to notice, so I figured that it was just in my head. Soon, the opponents became frustrated and aggressive. One player in particular — I think he was the captain of the other team — started following Enzo closely and trying to trip him up. “C’mon, Enzo!” Jessica shouted. “I hope he doesn’t get hurt,” another girl said from beside me, sitting up in her seat to see over someone in front of us. Enzo scored a goal, and suddenly, the other team’s captain threw his stick and his helmet down on the ice and tackled Enzo. The crowd gasped as they tussled on the ice. The other player threw punches at Enzo while Enzo only blocked and dodged, clearly not wanting to hurt the other player. It was now that I finally realized how much pressure was on Enzo as the star hockey player. I held my breath as I watched the fight, images of us in bed flashing in my mind. For some reason, I cared enough about Enzo to not want him to get hurt. I didn’t care to look at Justin for even a second. The referee blew his whistle and broke up the fight. The crowd cheered as Enzo stood and put his helmet back on, covering his curly brown hair. The other player was put on the bench for his behavior and the game continued with a penalty for the other team. During halftime, the cheerleaders returned to the rink and began their halftime show. “You hungry?” I said to Jessica. She looked at me and shrugged, too involved in her conversation with another girl about how hot Enzo looked dodging the unsportsmanlike competitor during the fight. As long as I had known her, Jessica always had an easy time making friends. I didn’t mind it, because I was more introverted and appreciated the fact that she usually took control of all of the socializing at things like this. I stood and shimmied out of our row, then went down the bleachers toward the food stands. My stomach was growling and the smell of soft pretzels was making me even more hungry. “One soft pretzel, please,” I said to the vendor. “And a water, too.” I handed my money to the vendor and waited for my pretzel. Just then, I felt someone watching me and turned around to see none other than Enzo. He was standing with his teammates by the side of the rink as they rested and drank water, but he was staring right at me. His brown eyes almost glowed. My heart started to race as I found myself unable to break away from his strong gaze. Something about him made me want to walk over to him as if I was in a trance… “Miss? Hello?” The vendor broke me out of my trance. He was holding out my pretzel and my water. “Oh… Sorry,” I said. “Thank you.” I took my pretzel. When I turned back, Enzo was no longer looking at me and was instead entrenched in a conversation with a teammate as though he hadn’t just been staring into my soul. I considered going back to Jessica, but after the encounter with Enzo finding me in the massive crowd and staring at me just now, I only wanted to leave. I decided to make up an excuse later and just go home; Jessica had made some friends already and probably wouldn’t even notice my absence. She could fill me in on the results of the game later. I left the arena, tossing my uneaten pretzel in the trash on the way out as my stomach suddenly felt too sick to eat. The cool autumn air was a bit of a relief as I walked back to the dorms, although I still felt stifled like I was being watched… or hunted. How was Enzo able to spot me in the crowd like that? And why did he always look so animalistic and hungry when he looked at me? I had never heard any of his many other flings complain of such a thing, so maybe it was all in my head. It had to be. Why else would Enzo seem like such a predator?

    Nina Just as I thought, Jessica came home an hour later with a frown on her face. “Where did you go?” she said. I looked up from my book as I sat on the couch. Thankfully, I had prepared an excuse beforehand. “My stomach started to hurt,” I replied. “Probably from all the alcohol last night. I couldn’t get through the crowd to make it back to you, so I just decided to come home.” Jessica let out a sigh and walked over to her door. “I hope you’re feeling better now at least, because there’s a party at the fire pit later since we won the game. And don’t even think about saying no! You have to put on a sexy outfit and show Justin what he’s missing.” With that, Jessica disappeared into her room — presumably to get ready for the party. I sent Lori a quick text. “Where u at? U going to that party later?” A few minutes later, Lori replied: “Yeah. I promised Jess.” I put my phone away with a sigh and closed my book. It was already seven o’clock, so the party would probably start in an hour or two. I decided to shower and change. For some reason, as I got ready, I found myself actually caring about looking good… But not to make Justin jealous. I wanted to look good for Enzo. Jessica, Lori and I made our way to the party around nine o’clock. It was located outside, about a mile into the woods behind the school. It was an old campground from the 1970s with several little cabins, which had been cleaned up and repurposed by the students here for generations to use for… Well, you know. At the center of the circle of cabins, there was a large fire pit, where a huge bonfire was already burning and loud music was playing. As we approached, I could see rambunctious boys whooping and throwing beer cans into the fire and flirting with girls. Alongside the fire, guys and girls danced and grinded on each other to the music. “Like a bunch of monkeys,” Lori grumbled. She had her hands stuffed into her pockets and had her hood pulled up. Almost as soon as we arrived, she pulled out a joint and wandered off to go sit and smoke by herself. Jessica and I had become used to this by now, and didn’t mind our strange friend’s loner nature. “You look good, by the way,” Jessica said, nudging me with her elbow. I had picked out a short black dress with tights and boots, and wore a leather jacket on top. I still had my hair in braids, but I put on a little eyeliner and lipstick. Hopefully I wouldn’t cry tonight. “Thanks,” I replied. “You too.” I walked over to a cooler nearby and grabbed a beer while Jessica stopped to flirt with a drunk guy. I took a sip and looked around as I tried to decide whether I wanted to join the dancing or sit by myself. As I stood there, trying to decide what to do, I overheard what sounded like angry voices coming from inside one of the cabins. I was nothing if not a bit nosy, and nonchalantly walked over to the cabin, pretending to look at my phone while I eavesdropped. “Listen, I think I made it pretty fucking clear that I was just having fun!” I recognized that voice immediately: it was Lisa. And with her was none other than… “I broke up with my girlfriend for you! You said we would get together!” Justin. I heard Lisa scoff. “I never said that,” she replied. “Besides, you knew what you were getting into. Why would I make things exclusive with you when I could pick any guy I wanted? Ugh, you’re pathetic.” “Oh yeah? Any guy, huh?” Justin said. “How about Enzo, then? Everyone knows you’re still pissed that he broke up with you. So why don’t you go out there and ask him to dance, since you’ve apparently got the pick of the litter?” I heard the sound of stomping across floorboards, and then the door swung open. Lisa looked down at me from the top of the steps with a smirk. “If you’re gonna eavesdrop, at least don’t make it so fucking obvious,” she said, then flipped her hair over her shoulder and jogged down the steps. I followed her with my gaze all the way to the fire pit, where Enzo was standing and drinking while a group of girls — Jessica included — fawned over him. “Hey Enzo,” Lisa said in a sing-song voice, her ponytail bobbing as she sauntered up to him. Most of the other girls at this university wouldn’t dare walk up to Enzo so nonchalantly with so many girls around him, but seeing as Enzo and Lisa used to date, it wasn’t entirely unexpected of her. “Hey,” Enzo replied. Much to my surprise, his eyes flickered to me briefly over Lisa’s shoulder. I felt like he was looking into my soul again, but it was over quickly when he looked back at Lisa. Lisa folded her arms across her chest — no doubt pushing her breasts together — and rocked back and forth from her heels to her toes. “Wanna dance?” she said. “I haven’t had a dance partner yet tonight.” Enzo frowned and took a swig of his beer, looking Lisa up and down. Around them, people began to watch the scene. “We broke up ages ago, Lisa,” Enzo said. Lisa dropped her hands to her sides and balled them up into fists. “Aw, come on!” she said. “You can’t tell me you don’t miss this.” She gestured to her body, which was still dressed in her tight cheerleader uniform. Enzo simply shrugged and returned to his conversation with the other girls as though Lisa wasn’t even there. With a huff, Lisa stormed off. When she was gone, however, his gaze traveled over to me once more and fixed on me. His eyes almost seemed to glow again, and I felt afraid all of a sudden. I involuntarily dropped my beer and quickly walked away, making for a spot behind one of the unoccupied cabins. I just needed a few minutes alone, and then I could return… Hopefully Enzo would have his eyes set on another girl by then. “Hi, Nina.” I practically jumped out of my skin at the sound of Enzo’s voice behind me. I whirled around to face him; blocking the light of the fire with his huge body, he looked somewhat menacing in the darkness. Something else occurred to me, though… When we met at the bar, we had never exchanged names. How did he know my name? Wordlessly, I tried to step around him to go back to the fire as this whole interaction made me feel uneasy. However, Enzo blocked my path and folded his arms. “Why are you avoiding me?” he said, sounding a little hurt. I stopped and bit my lip, peering around him to see Jessica dancing by the fire with a new boy. “I’m not avoiding you,” I said. Enzo sighed and unfolded his arms. “It sure seems like it,” he replied. “You left so abruptly last night.” “What do you want me to say?” I whispered so that no one could hear if they were eavesdropping. “You had your one night stand with me. You never see girls more than once. You should be thanking me, because I’m just making it easy for you.” “Is that what you really think of me?” Enzo asked. He didn’t try to hide his voice at all. For some reason, I felt more confident confronting him now. “Everyone knows you’re a playboy who only sleeps with girls once before moving on to the next,” I said, stepping around him. He didn’t block me this time, but turned and frowned. “Well, you’re different,” he replied. Was this some sort of prank? The hockey captain, the star of the school and a playboy, thought I was “different” enough to keep talking to me after we slept together? I wondered if Lisa or Justin put him up to this to rub it in that I would never find love. Enzo stepped closer to me and brushed a bit of hair out of my eyes, finally lowering his voice to a whisper. “I want to have a second time with you.”

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  • Tear up the woman who slandered me

    Years after graduation, someone suddenly mentioned me in our class group chat. [Ashlynn, Mr. Lopez is gravely ill. Aren’t you going to show some gratitude? How ungrateful you are!] It wasn’t until I saw the fundraiser that I even knew about it. Our high school homeroom teacher, Henson Lopez, was diagnosed with terminal cancer, and our class beauty, Nicole Courtenay, was organizing donations and a match for a bone marrow transplant. [I’m donating ten thousand dollars. My husband is the director of Evergreen Valley Hospital, and I’ve already arranged for a private room for Mr. Lopez.] The moment that message popped up, accusations from my old classmates started pouring in. [You accused Nicole of giving you an STD, and she let it slide. Now you’re trying to steal her thunder? You’re so fake!] [This isn’t a joke! Why can’t you stop lying?] Nicole quickly jumped in, trying to ease the tension: [Ashlynn, I won’t hold the past against you, but don’t pretend to be the director’s wife.] [I’ve already arranged for his surgery and room. And I’ll donate another one hundred thousand dollars to Mr. Lopez.] I felt a mix of anger and amusement. Back then, it was Nicole who had crossed out her name on the test results, blaming me for having an STD. I didn’t call her out on it, and now she was playing the victim here. Nicole posted pictures in the chat group of herself and her so-called husband, the hospital director, in his luxury car. I laughed when I saw the man in the passenger seat. It was Jerry Davidson, my husband’s driver. “When did he become a hospital director?” I thought. After reading all the messages in the group chat, I called Jerry to ask him to drive me to the hospital. But Jerry said, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Delgado, I’ve already taken the day off with Mr. Delgado. I’ve got some personal matters to attend to. But I can send Lanny to take you, if that’s alright.” Jerry had worked for my family for ten years, always diligent and never once slipping up. I couldn’t understand how he’d gotten mixed up with someone like Nicole. Though puzzled, I had Lanny Turner come pick me up. On the way, I bought a lot of imported supplements. When I arrived, there was already a crowd gathered outside the VIP room where Henson was undergoing tests for the transplant. Everyone was fawning over Nicole. “Nicole, you’re not just beautiful, you’re so capable too. You are lucky to marry a hospital director!” “He became a director at such a young age! He’s got a bright future ahead of him.” “Yeah! I heard he’s a specialist in treating rare diseases. With him on board, Mr. Lopez will definitely be alright!” “Nicole, you’re truly amazing! When’s the wedding? We’ve got to be there to celebrate!” They crowded around Nicole, showering her with praise. She was basking in it. With a broad smile, Nicole smiled, inviting them to her wedding next month at the Seraphine Hotel. When they heard she was holding her wedding at the city’s grandest hotel, the compliments started all over again. I rolled my eyes at their sycophantic nonsense and ignored them, carrying my supplements directly into the hospital room. Nicole spotted me, though. She greeted me with a bright smile. “Ashlynn, you actually came?” Her words immediately turned the others’ attention to me. However, their tone was anything but friendly. “How dare she show her face? Back then, she was living so recklessly that she got an STD and tried to blame it on Nicole.” “If Nicole hadn’t shown us the test results and proved her innocence, we might have believed it!” “How could someone so vile come to see Mr. Lopez? I can’t stand being near her for even a second!” They kept throwing the word “vile” around like I was some kind of walking disease. I felt nothing but cold indifference. Back then, a confirmed diagnosis of an STD had surfaced in class. Because both Nicole and I had visited the school nurse, Nicole claimed the test results were mine. Later, Henson pulled me aside and explained that the results were Nicole’s, but her family was so strict that if her parents found out, she might’ve been badly punished. He asked me to keep it quiet. Since I was already about to leave the country to study abroad, I let it go. But I never imagined Nicole would still have me carrying that burden after all these years. I didn’t want to get into it with these people, so I walked into the hospital room, planning to drop off the supplements and leave. But Nicole suddenly slapped me hard across the face. “Ashlynn, you’ve got some nerve! You caught that disease, and now you’re here, bringing supplements for Mr. Lopez? Are you trying to infect him on purpose? “All these years, and you haven’t changed one bit. Do you plan to use your sickness to harm others now?”

    Nicole’s slap left me momentarily stunned. When I regained my composure, I shot back, “What gives you the right to say I have an STD?” Nicole’s face twisted into a mocking smirk as she pulled out a sheet of paper and flung it in my face. “Still playing dumb?” “I’ve got everyone’s test results right here! With your disease, there’s no way you can donate to Mr. Lopez!” My name was printed clearly on the paper, followed by a string of unsettling medical terms. The classmates who glanced at it immediately looked at me with disgust. “You filthy woman! With all those dangerous diseases, how dare you come here? Do you want to spread them around?” “Nicole even defended you earlier, telling us not to embarrass you over what happened back then!” “I can’t believe you’re this shameless. Are you trying to infect Mr. Lopez with your disease?” “Scum like you deserves a good beating!” A few bulky male classmates rushed toward me, kicking me hard to the ground. Then, the punches and kicks rained down. My head hit the floor with a sickening thud, leaving me dizzy. Before I could react, two more brutal kicks landed on my face. Filthy shoe prints covered my swollen cheeks, making them puff up like bread dough. But they didn’t stop there. One of them pointed at my jewelry. “Look! Her earrings are just like Nicole’s!” “How could they be the same? Nicole’s married to a hospital director. She’s just a cheap woman who’s been used by countless men! Or have you forgotten how she pretended to be Nicole, claiming she was the director’s wife in the class chat?” “No way her stuff is real.” “Fake! Rip it all off her! Don’t let her keep fooling people!” The female classmates swarmed me, their hands snatching my earrings, hairpins, and necklace. Their long nails scratched my face, tearing chunks of hair from my scalp. They didn’t stop there, though—they reached for my clothes. “Let’s strip this whore! She loves showing off, doesn’t she?” “Exactly! With all those STDs, who knows how many men she’s been with!” “I didn’t!” I struggled to fight back, but there were too many of them. I was no match. Within moments, my expensive jacket was torn to shreds, leaving me in just my underwear. I curled up into a ball, trying to shield what little dignity I had left, overwhelmed by humiliation. But they weren’t done. They dragged me into the middle of the crowd and poured the supplements I’d brought all over my head. The sticky liquid coated me from head to toe, making me look utterly defeated. Passersby stopped to gawk, pointing and whispering. Nicole, arms crossed and looking self-righteous, spoke up, “Ashlynn, just admit you’re sick. If you confess before you infect Mr. Lopez, maybe I can convince everyone to forgive you.” I was about to snap back when someone shouted, “Mrs. Lopez is here!” Paulina Lopez was Henson’s wife and our school nurse. She had just arrived. She was the one who diagnosed Nicole with the STD all those years ago. I saw a glimmer of hope.

    Paulina greeted Nicole gently, her voice calm and warm. “Nicole, what are you doing here? “You’re about to marry the hospital director. Why are you acting so impatient?” Nicole instantly slipped back into her sweet and graceful demeanor, linking her arm with Paulina’s affectionately, though the scornful look in her eyes as she glanced at me didn’t waver. “Mrs. Lopez, it’s not that I’m being impatient. Ashlynn was shameless! “She knows full well she has an STD, but she’s pretending not to and even showed up for the donor match, trying to infect Mr. Lopez!” Paulina’s expression immediately darkened. She turned toward me, her tone sharp and filled with anger. “Ashlynn! This is outrageous!” My classmates joined in, chiming one after another. “That’s right! She did the same thing back then, got an STD and blamed it on Nicole!” “I always knew she was trouble! People like her deserve punishment!” For a moment, Paulina seemed to hesitate. I held onto a faint hope that she might reveal the truth. After all, she had been the one who examined Nicole back then. But it was clear she was determined to cover things up. “Wasn’t that incident years ago? Sure, it was wrong of Ashlynn to accuse Nicole, but Nicole didn’t hold it against her. Let’s not bring it up again. “Ashlynn, apologize to Nicole, and pay Henson one hundred thousand dollars in damages. Then we’ll call it even.” I was stunned. It was clear now. I realized that Nicole must have told Paulina that the VIP room and the doctors were arranged by her, using her so-called status as the hospital director’s fiancée. And Paulina, believing her, played along, blaming everything from the past on me. As for my outraged classmates, they were clearly fooled by Nicole’s lies about her engagement to the hospital director. That was why they felt justified in humiliating me. But what they didn’t know was that Nicole wasn’t the director’s wife at all. She was a complete fraud. Wiping the blood from the corner of my mouth, I looked Paulina squarely in the eyes and said, “I won’t apologize. You know exactly whose name was really on that medical report! I even have her…” I nearly blurted out the whole truth about what happened back then. But Nicole dug her nails into Paulina’s arm. Paulina rushed forward, slapping me hard across the face and raising her voice to scream at me. “You filthy liar! Even now, you still refuse to admit it! “Looks like we’ll have to teach you a lesson today! Take her outside!” At Paulina’s command, my classmates swarmed me and dragged me out of the hospital. Lanny, who was waiting for me outside, was startled when he saw my bruised and battered state. He rushed over, his voice full of concern. “Mrs. Delgado, are you alright?” His words, however, only triggered fits of laughter from the crowd. “Did I hear that right? Someone actually respects this woman?” “Ashlynn, you’re quite the actress! First, you pretend to be the hospital director’s wife, and now you’ve hired some guy to act like you’re rich. Is that how you trick old men into sleeping with you?” “That’s not all! Her car looks just like Nicole’s! Probably rented from some dealership!” “Smash it! Let’s see how much this fake diva has left when we’re done with her!” At Nicole’s signal, the crowd surged forward, picking up bricks from the side of the road and hammering them against my luxury car. Lanny tried to stop them, but they shoved him aside. They even started beating him, punching his face over and over. “You like making money, don’t you? Here’s a chance to earn big!” “We’ll beat you to a pulp, and you can sue this slut for medical fees!” “You’d do anything for money! You deserve every hit!” Lanny and I were both treated with cruelty beyond imagination. The luxury car parked next to us was soon wrecked beyond recognition. Suddenly, someone noticed the pile of imported medication in my trunk and pulled them out. My heart sank. These were special medicines I had brought from abroad for my mother-in-law. I planned to drop them off at the hospital today as a favor. I never expected them to be discovered like this. Someone read the label aloud. “Sildenafil… Isn’t this Viagra?”

    “Disgusting! She must be sleeping around. Why else would she keep something like Viagra in her car?” “She’s ready for it anytime, anywhere. What a shameless woman!” “I don’t even want to touch this stuff. It’s revolting!” Someone let go of the box, and the bottle of pills crashed to the ground. “No!” I tried to stop it, but it was too late. The glass bottle shattered, scattering its contents everywhere. I scrambled over, desperately searching for any unbroken pills, but Nicole kicked the box out of my reach. “Ashlynn, you’re still pretending you don’t have an STD?” “You carry drugs like that with you, and you’re still playing innocent?” Rage coursed through me. I glared at Nicole with all the fury I could muster, and through clenched teeth, I warned her. “You’ll pay for everything you’ve done!” Nicole’s laughter echoed around us. She clutched her stomach, pointing at me as she spoke to the crowd. “Did you hear that? She’s still threatening me!” “Nicole, how can a filthy woman like her dare threaten you? You’re the hospital director’s wife!” “If she gets on Nicole’s bad side, no doctor in this city will treat her STD.” “She’s so spoiled by her sugar daddies. She doesn’t even know her place anymore. I say we teach her a lesson, and she’ll learn quickly!” They grabbed a large bucket of tar nearby and began walking toward me. Fear filled my eyes as they closed in. Just then, a familiar Ferrari screeched to a stop beside us. Out stepped my driver and also Nicole’s boyfriend, Jerry. The sleek car immediately drew everyone’s attention. “Wow, the hospital director’s really rich! His family even has Ferraris!” “Nicole, you’re so lucky! When you officially marry the director, don’t forget about us, your old friends!” Nicole soaked in the praise, her face glowing with pride. “Of course! If any of you need help in the future, just let me know. My husband’s connections go far and wide!” The crowd erupted in thanks, their compliments becoming even more exaggerated. Nicole linked arms with Jerry and teased, “Honey, why are you so late? There’s this filthy woman here hiding the fact that she has an STD and trying to spread it to everyone!” Jerry’s face hardened with anger. “Who dares to bully my girlfriend? “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll make sure they pay.” Nicole beamed at his promise, pulling him toward me. She pointed at me with glee in her eyes. “There’s no need, babe. I’ve already punished this wretch. But she still won’t admit she has an STD and even tried to frame me!” The others nodded in agreement. “That’s right! She even pretended to be the wife of the Evergreen Valley Hospital director. Absolutely shameless!” Jerry’s rage reached its peak. He didn’t care that I was already beaten and bruised; he grabbed my face, ready to lay into me. But as he pushed aside the hair covering my face, he froze. His voice trembled as he spoke. “Mrs. Delgado? How can it be you?”

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  • Until Forever

    I was wearing my pajamas, carrying groceries from the supermarket as I walked home. That was when Randell Deleon appeared in his luxurious sports car. He sneered. “Is this what you call a better choice? Did you become a maid after leaving me?” Before I could respond, a child suddenly rushed over and hugged my leg. “Mommy, who is this strange man?” Randell’s eyes widened in fury as he stormed toward me. “Is he my child?” I shook my head. “We’ve been apart for five years. There’s no way I could have a three-year-old boy with you.” I never imagined I would run into Randell like this again. I was in baggy coral fleece pajamas. Having just come back from the supermarket, I was surrounded by bags of groceries. At a nearby table, a child was munching on fried chicken. I felt Randell’s icy gaze bore down on me from above. I awkwardly took a sip of the soda in front of me. Randell remained silent. Seconds ticked by, and my part-time job was about to start. Finally, I broke the silence. “Randell…” I hesitated, unsure what to call him. I looked at him in his tailored suit. In the end, I managed to say, “Mr. Deleon, I have things to do. If you don’t need anything, I’ll take the child and leave.” “Mr. Deleon?” Randell repeated my words, his deep voice carrying a nonchalant tone. He sounded casual, but I shivered. Alistair Schultz was always perceptive. He put down her burger and tugged at my sleeve. “Mommy, when are we going home?” I quickly followed her lead. “Mr. Deleon, he wants to go home. We can talk another time.” I stood up, but Randell trailed behind us. “I drove here; let me give you a ride back.” I thought he probably just wanted to see where I lived now, to check how miserable my life had become. Randell’s luxury car parked in front of our shabby community immediately attracted a lot of attention. I hurriedly thanked him and dashed upstairs. But when I came down after changing, I saw Randell’s car still there. He leaned against the car door, a cigarette dangling from his lips. I froze, wondering, “When did he start smoking?” However, I had no time to ponder. I was running late for work. I tried to pretend I hadn’t seen Randell as I walked past him. “Where are you in such a hurry to go? Let me give you a ride.” I paused, glancing at the time on my phone. Being late meant a 100-dollar fine. I had only twenty minutes left. “Then I’d appreciate it. To Seraphine Manors.” Randell’s grip tightened on the steering wheel, his brow furrowing as he looked at me. “What are you going there for?” I wasn’t surprised by his reaction. Seraphine Manors was the wealthy district of Undulis. It was almost an entirely different world from my run-down neighborhood. I bit my lip, giving him what I thought was my most charming smile. “Just like you said, to be a maid.” Randell fell silent again, driving quietly, but his lips were pressed together, revealing his discontent. As we reached the entrance of the community, I heard him say just as I opened the car door, “Do you regret your decision?” I looked into his deep eyes, a serene smile on my lips. “I never regret.” Randell and I met in college. A girl from an ordinary family and a highborn heir shouldn’t have crossed paths. Yet, I, a delivery girl, stumbled into a group of wealthy young men betting amongst themselves. As I pushed open the door to the private room in the bar, all eyes turned toward me. After a brief silence, they erupted into mocking laughter. “Wow! I told you Randell was lucky! Even a delivery girl can be this beautiful!” “Quick! Randell, it’s your turn!” Randell stepped forward amidst their laughter. I recognized him. He was the campus heartthrob. He was the sole heir of the Deleon Group and a prince charming in the eyes of many girls. With a confident smile, he approached me. “Want to go out with me?” I sighed, handing him the fried chicken I was delivering. “Your delivery has arrived.” After saying that, I turned to leave, afraid of causing any trouble. Since there were many universities around, most of my delivery customers were students. I often encountered situations like this. Fearing trouble, I fled.

    The next day, I had no morning classes and slept until noon. As I walked to the cafeteria, I noticed people staring and whispering about me. I had no idea what was happening. Suddenly, the belle of the dance department blocked my path, sizing me up from head to toe. Then she laughed contemptuously. “So, you’re Eleanore Schultz?” Without warning, she slapped me. “I’ll tell you this. I have my eye on Randell. You look so innocent. I can’t believe you dared to steal the man I want.” I had thought Randell was her boyfriend or something, but I soon realized that she was just carrying a torch with him. I never sought trouble, but I wouldn’t let anyone bully me. I grabbed her hair and yanked it back, slapping her hard before pushing her away. But her friends outnumbered me, and they shoved me aside. I thought I was about to get hit when, unexpectedly, I fell into a warm embrace. Looking up, I saw Randell had caught me. My instinct was to break free. He whispered in my ear, “If you don’t want trouble, just listen to me. She knows gang members.” Randell’s words were half true, half not. I couldn’t tell what was real, but fear crept in. I timidly hid behind him, all my earlier bravado vanishing. And so, Randell stayed by my side, claiming it was to protect me. After spending a semester together, I gradually developed feelings for him. We enjoyed several wonderful years of campus life. I thought we would be happy forever. But what happened next proved I was too naïve. On graduation day, I met Randell’s mother, Makayla Deleon. Her grandeur made me feel instantly small. “I heard your parents passed away. Your sister, Denisse, has congenital heart disease and is in the hospital?” I didn’t expect Makayla to bring this up right away. People saw me as lively and ambitious, but I carried my own burdens. My sister, Denisse Schultz, had been hospitalized since my freshman year. My parents worked tirelessly to save money for her treatment. In a tragic accident due to fatigue, they lost their lives. “I can give you a million dollars if you stay away from my son.” I never thought the drama from television would play out in my life. I knew I should toss the check back at her and tell her my relationship with Randell couldn’t be measured in money. But just two days ago, I received a call from Denisse’s doctor. He told me a suitable heart had become available. If I could pay the fees within a week, Denisse could undergo surgery. Taking a deep breath, I accepted the check. “Fine, I’ll take it.” “Eleanore! Are you really giving up on us for a million dollars?” Hearing his voice made me realize Randell had been eavesdropping on my conversation with Makayla. His eyes were red, fixed on me with intensity. I was afraid to meet his gaze. I could only look down and walk away quickly. He grabbed my wrist tightly. Randell’s voice trembled, “If you say this is false, I’ll believe you.” I took a deep breath, forcing out a smile that looked more like a grimace. “Randell, I never liked you. I was with you just to get money. I’m leaving with your mother’s check. Please don’t chase after me, okay?” After saying that, I hurried away. I didn’t dare look back at him. After the surgery, Denisse’s heart rejected the transplant. Shortly after giving birth to Alistair, she passed away. Facing Alistair, who also had congenital heart disease, Denisse’s husband chose to leave. And I took on the responsibility of caring for Alistair.

    When I finished work at Seraphine Manors, it was already past ten in the evening. Under the dim streetlights, Randell was still standing there. The ground was littered with cigarette butts. I approached and asked softly, “Why are you still here?” “Where’s the father of your child? He just left you to work this late?” “He’s gone.” Randell slammed his fist against a nearby tree, blood immediately trickling down his hand. “Randell, what are you doing?!” He muttered an expletive under his breath. “You left me for a million dollars, and now you’ve chosen a man like that? If you were with me, you could have had wealth and luxury! You wouldn’t have to live like this, with no dignity, working as someone’s maid!” I didn’t argue back. I whispered, “But I never regret it.” I felt that if I could go back, I would still choose that check without hesitation. Randell was furious. “Eleanore! Fine! You’re really something else!” After we parted that day, I thought I would never see Randell again. But fate seemed unwilling to let me go. I continued my routine, preparing dinner for Alistair after work, then heading to Seraphine Manors. As I changed in the storage room, I unexpectedly ran into Randell. He paused for a moment, then coldly turned his gaze away. He acted as if we had never met. I set out the snacks in front of them. Randell looked at me. “Mrs. Ruiz, I haven’t seen this maid before.” Gerda Ruiz glanced at me. “She’s Eleanore, recommended by a maid who used to work for us. She comes every night to prepare some late-night snacks.” “Really?” “What’s the matter? Randell, I just went upstairs for a bit, and you’re already flirting with my little maid?” The young lady, Lesly Ruiz, came down the stairs. Randell smiled and walked over to her, casually wrapping his arm around her waist. “What are you thinking? Are you jealous?” As he spoke, he playfully tapped Lesly’s nose. Seeing them so close, I felt I had no business being there. I quickly set down the tray and fled to the kitchen. Randell’s presence made my part-time job surprisingly easy that night. When my shift ended, I gathered my things and prepared to leave. I ran into Randell again. In Lesly’s garden, he grabbed my shoulder, covered my mouth with his hand, and pushed me against a tree stump. I couldn’t resist. Lesly’s voice came from behind us. “Randell, where did you go? Randell!” Fear widened my eyes; I was terrified Lesly would see me. Randell bit my earlobe, his warm tongue teasing my neck. He knew full well that was my most sensitive spot. I trembled, my legs giving way as I melted into Randell’s embrace. He laughed playfully, “Eleanore, after all these years, your body still remembers me.” I knew Randell hated me for leaving him for a million dollars. That was why he was deliberately tormenting me, trying to humiliate me. My nails dug deep into my palms. It wasn’t until Lesly left that I finally summoned all my strength to push Randell away. Randell didn’t give me the chance to refuse. He grabbed my face and kissed me fiercely. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. Randell seemed even more exhilarated. I struggled to breathe, my consciousness fading. I fought back with everything I had, but it was futile. I felt like a toy being played with at will. Tears of frustration and sorrow streamed down my face uncontrollably. Feeling my tears, Randell finally stopped. I slapped him hard across the face. “Randell, you bastard!”

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