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On the night of my wedding anniversary, Victor Brown, the director of the emergency department, sent a message in the chat group: [Young people are crazy nowadays.] The accompanying photo was an examination report showing that the patient’s lower body had become red and swollen due to an allergy. It was said that he and his girlfriend had been flirting with peach juice while sleeping together. I replied with a smile: [Dr. Brown, able men are always busy.] The next second, he chatted with me privately: [Ellie, this patient looks a lot like your husband.] I clicked on the photo in a hurry. The man was curled up on the hospital bed, looking in pain. He was none other than my husband of seven years, Bryce Cooper. The woman yelling beside Bryce out of concern was his yoga instructor and alumna, Sarah Lewis. I threw out the dinner that I had reheated a million times. I didn’t think we had to stay married anymore. ***** It took me five minutes to get to the hospital. Sarah was Bryce’s alumna from high school, and they reconnected four months ago. In order to improve Sarah’s performance, Bryce paid thirty thousand dollars for her individual lessons, so they grew close. I trusted Bryce all along and never thought anything would happen to him. It was our anniversary that day, and Bryce obviously said he would work overtime. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. The emergency department was a bit far from where I was in the cardiovascular department. I heard Sarah’s furious voice around the corner as I made my way up the stairs. “You quack doctors! What else are you going to check on him for? Can’t you see my husband has a terrible allergy? “I’ve signed it, and I’m his wife. Hurry up and operate on him, or I’ll expose your hospital online!” Was Bryce her husband? If Bryce were Sarah’s husband, who would I be? Would I be a mistress? I frowned tightly and went upstairs quickly, a hint of uneasiness welling up inside me. As the nurse outside the hospital room saw me, she immediately ran over to me with surprise in her eyes. “Dr. Mitchell, please help me explain to her that patients are screened when they are hospitalized. They just refused to…” I took the form she handed me and saw that the patient’s name was Bryce Cooper. His family member, however, was his wife, Sarah Lewis. I snorted as my hands shook uncontrollably. The facts were in front of me that Bryce had cheated on me. I felt heartbroken and frustrated by the sound of Sarah’s roar in my ears. What were they doing tonight? Were they passionately entwined with each other in bed? That was why they went to the hospital. I felt sick uncontrollably at the thought of all those nasty images. The next second, I rushed into the hospital room and threw the registration card in the face of Bryce, who was weak in bed. I asked sternly, “Bryce, are you going to explain this to me? “If Sarah were your wife, who the hell would I be?” Bryce’s red and swollen face was filled with guilt as he looked away. “Honey, what are you doing here? Didn’t you go home?” I sneered, “I thought you said you would work overtime. So you stayed with this woman on our anniversary? You even came to the hospital.” I specifically switched shifts with someone else today just to spend my anniversary with Bryce. But Bryce said he would work late. I waited for him at home, heating up the dinner I had prepared so carefully over and over again. I said, “If I hadn’t come, I wouldn’t have known when my husband had another wife.” Bryce breathed heavily, apparently in great pain. There was a rustle of discussion as the people around them looked at them with disdain. “So this is Dr. Mitchell’s husband. I just thought he looked familiar.” “He’s blatantly cheating on his wife. He’s so disgusting…” Bryce had never come to visit me, and he didn’t like to participate in all sorts of social events. Many of my colleagues didn’t even know what he looked like. Some of my colleagues who thought he looked familiar had seen his picture on my cell phone. Seeing that things weren’t right, Sarah explained with displeasure, “What are you babbling about? Nothing happened between me and Bryce.” I stepped closer to Sarah coldly. “You just blurted out that he was your husband. Are you not going to admit it now?” The next second, Bryce grabbed the hem of my shirt forcefully and said pleadingly, “Ellie, that’s not what’s going on. Listen to me…” I thought, “Well, you’ve been so weak, but you’re still trying to protect your mistress.” I pushed his hand away. Bryce was going to yank me, but he was suddenly flushed and he had difficulty breathing. At this moment, his lower half was getting redder and more swollen. Bryce fainted. The doctors and nurses rushed him into the emergency room. Sarah looked panicked as she caught up with me and shouted angrily, “Ellie, no matter how much you resent Bryce, you can’t provoke and slander him like that. “He’s your husband. Are you trying to get him killed?” With that, Sarah chased after them. I stood in the empty hallway, gradually becoming desperate.

I turned around and drove back home. What happened at the hospital annoyed me. No matter what was going on with both of them, I had to get Bryce to explain it to me. Bryce didn’t return until two in the morning of the third day, and Sarah followed him back. He looked pale, and every step he took was difficult for him. He deserved it. He knew he was allergic to peaches, but he insisted on doing something like that. Sarah said with concern, “Bryce, be careful.” As the two walked to the living room and turned on the lights, they realized that I was sitting and watching them silently. “Honey, are you still awake?” Bryce whispered, looking guilty. Sarah, however, was not the least embarrassed as she looked at me and said, “Dr. Mitchell, there weren’t enough hospital beds, so I brought Bryce back. “You’re at least Bryce’s wife, but why don’t you care about him at all?” I couldn’t help but laugh. Who was she to ask me that? I said, “Bryce, aren’t you going to explain?” Bryce shuddered and walked over to me, and he was in so much pain that he couldn’t sit down. He said, “Honey, someone went to Sarah’s yoga studio today to cause trouble, so I did her a favor. The troublemaker was so sick that he did that to me…” I sneered inside. “Oh? So why was she calling you her husband?” Bryce was still sober at that time, and he was perfectly capable of calling me or signing it himself. It was amazing that he could come up with such a ridiculous excuse. Besides, Sarah said that hostile thing to me, but he lied to me that they didn’t do anything. I said, “You think I’m gullible? You two dated a long time ago, didn’t you? It was before your yoga class, right?” Bryce was so annoyed that he endured the pain and tipped everything on the table to the floor. He said, “Why did you have to doubt me? I’ve already told you what happened! “Ellie, I’ve been sick. Not only do you not care about me, you want me to explain myself to you, don’t you?” I felt depressed inside as I watched his exasperation. As his wife, didn’t I even have the right to ask him anymore? Bryce frowned as he suddenly became furious. “Why do you keep asking me? Ellie, I’m really tired of you being like this. “Sarah and I are just friends, so don’t be so petty like a shrew” With that, he turned around and headed towards the bedroom. Sarah gave me a look with provocation and mockery in her eyes as she hurried to follow Bryce. She said, “Bryce, let me help you.” I laughed in exasperation. Why was everything my fault now? If I continued to ask, Bryce would just call me petty and jealous of Sarah. And if I kept doubting, he would just think I didn’t trust him or our marriage. I was so enraged that I just smashed things in the living room. There was a loud noise in the quiet living room. I was definitely not going to stop. The bedroom door was closed, and I wondered what they were doing. I held back my anger and went back to the master bedroom. It wasn’t long before Sarah suddenly knocked on my door at about four in the morning. She came in with a scone and placed it in front of me. She said, “Dr. Mitchell, Bryce specifically told me that you needed something to eat before bed, so he asked me to make you a scone.” Sarah paused and smiled, “Bryce cares about you, so please don’t get mad at him again.” Was that so? I looked at the door that was ajar, and then at the scone. I got a bit sentimental lately. I’d have a talk with Bryce when he got better. I finished the scone and was about to put the plate back in the kitchen when I suddenly saw the powder left on the plate. I was suddenly shocked. I instantly recognized the powder as the sleeping pills I had recently purchased that had been crushed by someone. I was always a light sleeper, so I needed sleeping pills to help me fall asleep. Sarah was now crushing my sleeping pills into powder in order to make me fall asleep without knowing it. Were these two trying to sleep together secretly behind my back? Just thinking about it made it hard for me to sleep and overthink about it. I wanted to see what they were up to. I secretly threw up all of that scone when I pretended to go to the restroom. After that, I purposely pretended to be quite sleepy and lay down on the bed to fall asleep. Perhaps they sensed that I was asleep. Soon, the sound of rustling noises emanated from their bedroom. I got up quietly and snuck outside of their bedroom door. Through the doorway, I saw Sarah, dressed revealingly, straddling Bryce’s lap.

“Did you give that pill to Ellie?” Bryce asked. He stroked Sarah’s body. His lower body was hurting so badly that he had to use his hands to vent his desires. Sarah smiled petulantly, “Nonsense. I watched her take it.” I clenched my fists and shuddered all over. Bryce had truly cheated on me! I couldn’t help but feel nauseous as I heard the muffled moans from inside the room. However, I couldn’t leave and only reluctantly watched the whole thing. When they were done, Sarah blushed and lay in Bryce’s arms. “Bryce, your wife won’t find out if we do this, right?” Bryce sneered, his eyes filled with disdain. “My wife loves me dearly, she will do anything for me. Also, she couldn’t find any evidence that I was cheating on her. “The most I can do is comfort her afterward and buy her some worthless gifts, and she’ll actively curry favor with me.” He kisses Sarah’s face. “Just feel free to stay with me. Ellie is boring, but she’s capable. She’ll give me her paycheck every month, so we don’t have to worry about running out of money.” I felt heartbroken, and my heart seemed to be choked, making me barely able to catch my breath. Was this how he had fooled with me for the seven years we’d been married? Bryce and I went to college together. His family was poor, but he was always enterprising in front of me. We fell in love at first sight. Bryce’s parents had got divorced, and they’d all started new families without wanting him. I grew up in an orphanage. We were both in the same boat, being abandoned by our parents. I went to graduate school, and Bryce decided to get a job in the government. I only had one meal a day and spent all the money from my part-time job on the expenses he needed for his exams. Most of my life was about Bryce. After graduation, we lived together in a damp basement, ate the cheapest fast food, looked forward to getting a home in this city, and thought about constant promotion. On the day Bryce successfully passed his exams, his father came to him because his child had leukemia, who needed a bone marrow transplant. Bryce was forcibly taken away by his father. I stopped him with a knife like crazy, but I was injured and hospitalized. Fortunately, I called the police in time to stop it all. Bryce broke ties with his father. He cried and told me, “Ellie, I promise you a better life.” However, since Bryce started working, I had paid our daily expenses. He told me he would handle our money and that I just had to go to work. I loved him, so I didn’t think much of it at all. I had a busy schedule at the hospital, and Bryce had very limited time off when he started working. We rarely saw each other at first, but we remained close. Then, Bryce was promoted, got a raise, and had more time on his hands, but he started complaining that I was still a general attending doctor. During the year, Bryce said he was so busy that he never came to visit me in the hospital. By contrast, he could go to Sarah’s yoga class every day for four months. It was surprising that I never thought about the reason why a man was doing these exercises for no reason at all. It turned out everything was done for a reason. I was so dumb. All my effort for nothing was as worthless as a piece of garbage to Bryce. Maybe I was a simpleton to him. I suddenly felt exhausted inside and thought that what I had done all these years was not worth it. I didn’t want to love him anymore. Our marriage didn’t need to last any longer, but I was not willing to divorce just like that, because it was too merciful for the cheaters. Seeing that they started again, I pulled out my cell phone and secretly took a lot of photos and videos. These could be the evidence in my favor later. They would surely pay me back a hundred times over for what I had suffered.   When I woke up at eight o’clock the next day, there was already some breakfast they had bought in the living room. Bryce was injured, and they had been doing that all night, but he still had the energy to think about me. He said nervously, “Honey, you’re up. How did you sleep?” I pretended to have just woken up, yawned, and said, “I slept well last night until dawn.” Bryce let out a sigh of relief secretly. I thought, “Well, wasn’t he not afraid of me knowing that? Didn’t he talk a lot of nonsense last night? Now he’s afraid I’ll find out and break the funding chain for his secret dates with Sarah, right?” Even though Bryce had made a lot of money over the years, he would still spend my money. He was extravagant, and he always bought people dinner, so he couldn’t save any money at all. I worked in a hospital, but I met a lot of people at my part-time job all those years. They appreciated me and took me into some investments. I saved a lot of money, and the bank paid me enough interest every year to cover my expenses. I wouldn’t even have to go to work if I didn’t want to. I looked at Bryce and pretended to be concerned. “Are you okay?” Bryce smiled cheerfully, “I was worried that you weren’t going to eat breakfast again, so I still got up and bought it for you.” I forced a smile. “You’re so sweet.” Seeing that I looked normal, Bryce said he was going to get some more rest to recover from his injuries. At that moment, Sarah came out from the other guest room, and the first thing she did was to care for Bryce. I was sitting in the middle, so the two didn’t dare to get too close, but their eyes looked clearly flirtatious. I smiled and looked at Sarah gratefully. “I was wrong about yesterday. Thank you for doing Bryce a favor. “I’m worried that someone will make trouble at your yoga studio, so how about you stay at our house for the next few days? You can also help me take care of Bryce.” I made an excuse that I was busy at the hospital and couldn’t get away lately. Bryce, of course, was more than willing, and he hastened to help Sarah agree. With one woman letting him vent his desires and the other giving him money to spend, he certainly wasn’t going to turn down such a nice opportunity. He took my hand and said, “Honey, you are so understanding, and I’m so lucky.” Was I understanding? I sneered in my mind. If I didn’t accept that he was cheating and asked him about it, I’d be the petty shrew. As long as I was willing to be a soft touch, l would be understanding. I said, “I am your wife, so of course I have to think about you.” Bryce apparently didn’t see anything wrong with it, and he was immersed in the happiness. Unfortunately, his nice days were coming to an end soon. I went to the yoga studio in my free time and found a yoga instructor named Jessica Anderson and paid thirty thousand dollars for her class. I became her super VIP client, and we added each other’s contact information. Jessica hated Sarah in the first place, so I found out everything about Sarah in a flash Although Sarah was a nice girl on the surface, she was not a simple one behind the scenes. When some of her female clients came to the class, once their husbands came to pick them up and drop them off, Sarah would add the contact information of these guys by all means. She would seduce a lot of men with some sexy photos. On the social media platforms Sarah used, there were plenty of guys who liked her face and body, and some even hired her specifically as a yoga instructor. Sarah would use her body to seduce them into spending money for her to improve her performance. She was articulate and flattering, and Bryce was fooled by her in this way. The day Bryce went into the hospital, the two just lost control in the yoga studio late at night. Jessica said, “Sarah came to work here last March. During this period, there have been more than twelve men she has slept with.” The oldest of these men was fifty-nine years old and the youngest was nineteen. Some of the guys would be dumped by Sarah as soon as they expressed their desire to get married to her. Bryce was the one who stayed with Sarah the longest because he was rich, handsome, and strong, not to mention that Bryce was a simpleton. He had never shown such feelings to me before, and it seemed like he had truly loved her. I found out that Sarah had gone to work after high school, and she made a lot of money doing that in her hometown. But why did she come to Jerald all of a sudden? I was suspicious in my mind, so I paid a private investigator to check it out. The papers were sent to me soon afterward. It turned out that when Sarah was twenty years old, she married a male client, and had a daughter. That man’s name was Charlie Nelson. But Sarah couldn’t control herself after marriage and seduced a lot of guys, including many rich ones, so she wanted a divorce. Their daughter became seriously ill when she was two years old and needed daily medication. Charlie refused to get a divorce, but Sarah was desperate to get rid of them. She purposely accused that Charlie was cheating on her, and she secretly set a fire and took all the money, leaving Charlie with tens of millions of dollars in debt. Charlie didn’t die in that fire, but his daughter did. Charlie was so desperate that he tried to kill Sarah, but Sarah fled to Jerald. Sarah had purposely been someone’s mistress, and she had no humanity, so she had to be punished. I took a deep breath and dialed Charlie’s number. When the call was answered, Charlie’s hoarse voice rang out, it sounded dejected. “Who is this?” “Do you want to find Sarah to avenge your daughter’s death? I know where she is.”

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I went to buy skincare products with my newlywed husband, who was dressed in a sharp, expensive suit and a designer watch. The snooty sales associate suddenly became overly enthusiastic. First, she complimented my husband on his height, looks, and taste, then she insinuated that I was lucky to be kept by such a man. While applying facial cream to my face, she even had the audacity to ask me where I had my cosmetic surgery done. I decided not to engage with her and turned to discuss the decor of our new home with my husband. Unexpectedly, the sales associate exclaimed, “Sweetie, does your sugar daddy even know you’re married?” ***** The weather had turned dry with the changing seasons, so after work, I asked my husband, Joshua Walker, to accompany me to buy some skincare products. A colleague had told me about a new sales associate named Sienna Gomez, who they all raved about for being smart, sweet, and knowledgeable about skincare. “Ms. Scott, I followed Sienna’s skincare routine, and all my acne has vanished! You have such great skin, so I’m sure it would work wonders for you!” my colleague had said. I relayed this to Joshua, who shook his head and replied, “It’s just a sales pitch. There’s nothing magical about it.” I shrugged, “Well, the company gave me shopping vouchers, so why not use them?” With a loving gaze, Joshua nodded. “I’ll park the car and catch up with you later.” As I entered the store, I noticed a young girl slouched over the counter, engrossed in her phone. When she spotted me, she immediately straightened up. With a smile, she approached me and asked what I needed. I pulled out the vouchers and asked her to recommend a few products based on my skin type. Unexpectedly, her smile faded as soon as she saw the vouchers; she rolled her eyes and said, “We’re a major brand, and we don’t accept vouchers. You should use them for groceries instead.” I was about to retort, but she averted her gaze from me. Then, suddenly, her eyes lit up, and she shyly fixed her hair. I was puzzled until I turned to see Joshua walking towards me. Having just wrapped up a meeting, he looked charming in his black haute couture suit, illuminated by the light behind him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and asked if I had found what I was looking for. I was about to complain about the poor service when the girl suddenly grabbed my hand affectionately and said, “Sweetie, let me check your skin and recommend the best products for you! “And I can give you a spa. Just call me Sienna!” So, she was Sienna. Remembering my colleague’s high praise, I nodded and let her lead me to a chair. She couldn’t take her eyes off Joshua while absently mixing a mud mask. He sat on the sofa, confused by her gaze but still nodded politely. Noticing my bewilderment, Sienna blinked rapidly and said, “Sweetie, your boyfriend looks like a star.” Before I knew it, she slathered the mud mask on my face, plunging me into darkness. I felt annoyed but tried to keep my temper in check during the treatment. Sienna, oblivious to my mood, continued, “Sweetie, is your boyfriend a boss? He’s so elegant. “Does he work around here?” I closed my eyes and nodded half-heartedly, but the mud mask began to slide and solidify, blocking my nostrils and almost suffocating me. I wiped the mask off my face and angrily questioned her actions. She quickly diverted her gaze from the sofa. From our angle, we could see Joshua’s polished shoes and the gleaming Rolex on his wrist. Sienna flushed and stammered, “Sorry! I’m sorry!” I tried to suppress my anger, saying it was fine. But she innocently asked, “Sweetie, how did you land such a great guy? What tricks did you use?” I shot her a glare and asked, “What do you mean by that?”

Maybe my tone was a bit too sharp as Joshua looked over to check the situation. Sienna, with her exaggerated blue eyeshadow and heavily made-up face, blinked at me, smiling, and said, “No, no, I meant you’re just so lucky to have such a handsome boyfriend! “You don’t even need to work with so many men wanting to spend on you!” As a woman, I recognized her jealousy and found it amusing. I naturally had a job; the chain restaurant in this mall was my family’s business. I was dressed casually today because I was conducting market research. But there was no excuse for her snobbery. I guessed she assumed I was some boss’ mistress and felt free to mock me openly and subtly. Joshua seemed to enjoy her flattery, casually crossing his legs and swinging them back and forth. I said firmly, “Cut the nonsense. If you don’t want to do this, I’m leaving!” Sienna’s face froze, then she pressed my shoulders down, insisting. “Sorry, sweetie! Let me show you our new serum!” Skeptical, I decided to give her another chance. Initially, her massage techniques were impressive, and I closed my eyes, enjoying it. But then she switched to a scraping tool, and it scratched my face painfully. I felt an intense burning sensation all over my face, and I screamed for her to stop. Joshua rushed over, puzzled. Sienna, with a sarcastic tone, said, “Sweetie, it hurts because you’ve had plastic surgery. If you’d just admitted it, I would’ve been more careful.” I covered my face, angry as I glanced in the mirror to find faint blood spots from where my forehead had been scraped. “Where did you have your surgery? Did you get jawline reduction?” Sienna asked. Fuming, I shoved her to the floor, scolding her, “I haven’t had any surgery! Stop making excuses for your terrible skills! “I’ve never had a treatment this harsh. Are you trying to disfigure me? “If there’s anything wrong with my face, I’ll file a complaint!” My voice was loud enough to attract the attention of passersby. Sienna’s face turned a mix of red and pale. She looked hurt and said, “Sweetie, you don’t understand. It’s normal for facial scrapes to feel a bit painful. Why are you being so delicate?” She stood there, looking lost, like she might burst into tears any second. This pretentious act infuriated me completely. I was about to explode when Joshua wrapped his arms around me. “Alright, honey, don’t let a salesgirl get to you. I’ll take you out for something delicious later to cheer you up,” he said, gently patting my back and helping me regain some composure. Finally, I shot Sienna a glare, grabbed my bag, and prepared to leave, vowing never to return to this store again. Panicking, Sienna dashed to the counter and grabbed a handful of samples, insisting they were for me. I pushed her away and refused, but she kept shoving more into my arms. Joshua, ever the peacemaker, chimed in, “Don’t be upset; I have good news. We can move into our married house tomorrow!” At that moment, the bottles in Sienna’s hands crashed to the floor. One hit my foot, and I yelped in pain. I was fed up, but Sienna looked incredulous, innocently asking, “Sweetie, are you married? Does your sugar daddy, who paid your bills, know about this?”

As soon as she finished speaking, Sienna looked at me in a panic, seemingly regretting that she had accidentally let my secret slip. Her uncertain gaze flickered between me and Joshua. When the onlookers caught wind of the commotion, they gathered around, eager to listen in and indulge in the gossip. I let out a laugh, fueled by anger, and shot her a fierce glare. “Are you sure?” She seemed to shrink back in fear, hiding behind Joshua. I pulled her out from behind him and confronted her directly. “When and where did you see me with my sugar daddy?” She stammered, “It was… it was the old man who paid for you last time.” Her voice was just loud enough for everyone to hear. “Look at her decked out in designer clothes. She must have sold her body to afford them!” “She doesn’t look like a decent woman. Just look at her figure; she must have experience!” “First with an old man, now with a young guy. How shameless.” The scornful expressions of the crowd helped me regain my composure. Taking a deep breath, I pulled out my phone, aimed the camera at Sienna, and began recording. I asked, “So, you mean you saw me shopping with an old man? “What did I buy? Where’s the receipt? “If you can’t provide that, then you’ve just spread rumors and slandered me right in front of me. Then we should head to the police and sort this out.” My onslaught of questions left Sienna speechless, her mouth opening and closing in panic. “Maybe I remembered it wrong. Just please calm down,” she stammered, completely panicked. I replied calmly, “That’s fine. Let’s check the surveillance footage. I’m not unreasonable. Or we can call the police right now!” Her face drained of color as she shook her head vigorously. I smirked, putting my phone away, and glared at Joshua, who tried to intervene again. I stood in front of Sienna and said, “You started these rumors, and then you backtrack and say you might have remembered wrong. How do you plan to compensate me for the damage to my reputation?” The ruckus we were causing alarmed the shopping mall manager, who quickly asked the manager over with a grim expression. The store manager immediately put aside her work and rushed over. Furious, she glared at Sienna and scolded, “I stepped away for just a moment, and you create this chaos? Do you want to get fired?” She then took me to her office with a bright smile and said, “Ma’am, please calm down. We can discuss this.” I explained the situation, and the manager’s expression darkened. “Ma’am, what do you expect us to do?” she asked. I replied firmly, “She needs to apologize to me publicly and then be fired!” The store manager nodded without hesitation, clearly uninterested in defending Sienna. She said, “She’s not even a formal employee. I’ve suspected of a while that she has ulterior motives. Keeping her on would only tarnish our brand’s reputation. “I’m so sorry, ma’am. I’ll upgrade you to a VIP Platinum customer for free.” Accepting the manager’s gesture, I was ready to leave when I opened the door and noticed Sienna gazing at Joshua with a look of infatuation. When she saw me, her expression twisted into one of hatred. “Sienna! Apologize to this lady right now, or you’re fired!” the manager ordered. Reluctantly, Sienna apologized in front of everyone. As she wiped her tears and removed her work badge, her eyes fixated on the hands Joshua and I held together. I thought that was the end of the ordeal. Unexpectedly, Sienna appeared again.   Although my family was wealthy, I could only get one thousand dollars per month for living expenses during college, and no one knew that I was rich. As graduation approached, I met Joshua in class. He was ambitious, gentle, polite, and kind-hearted—often taking the time to feed stray cats. I felt sympathy for him and arranged for him to become a supervisor in the branch, wanting to help him showcase his talents. I kept my arrangement a secret, fearing it might hurt his pride. In his eyes, I was just a girl raised by a single mother, living an ordinary life with an ordinary job. Years later, Joshua became a manager and began to find his footing. We had just tied the knot, excited for our future together. But when I visited the branch office at the end of the month, I was shocked to see Sienna exiting the secretary’s office in a professional outfit, clutching documents. Upon seeing me, she dropped her pen in fright. I approached her with a frown, and to my surprise, she plopped down on the floor and wailed, “Help! Mr. Walker, save me!” The door to the manager’s office swung open, revealing a flustered Joshua. “What’s going on, Sienna?” When our eyes met, Joshua froze. I was bewildered. “Why is she here?” Sienna grabbed my arm and cried, “Mrs. Walker, please don’t blame Mr. Walker! I begged him for a job. “I have to rescue stray animals, and I can’t afford to lose my job! “Mr. Walker is kind-hearted and helped me. Please, don’t fire me!” As she said this, she cried bitterly. Her cries drew the attention of her colleagues, who started to whisper. I felt overwhelmed as if I had suddenly become the villain in this situation. I rushed to help her, but as soon as I touched her, she wailed and fell to the side, prompting several male employees to rush over to assist her. “Allison Scott! What are you doing?” Joshua barked. Before I could respond, he pulled me aside into the office. He scolded, “Allison, can you please stop making a scene at work? There are so many people watching us! “I’m not just a marketing specialist like you; I’m a manager. You can’t interfere with my hiring decisions!” I was taken aback. I couldn’t believe Joshua, who had always listened to me, was speaking like this. “You…” I stepped back. He continued, his irritation palpable. “You caused her to lose her job. I’m trying to fix this for you. “You don’t need to act like I’m cheating on you. Don’t think I don’t know you have a sugar daddy…” He stopped when he noticed my incredulous expression, and my heart sank deeper. He sighed. “You don’t have to deny it. Sienna took a picture of you with a bald old man a few days ago. “And she said all your clothes are expensive. How could you get the money…” Before he could finish, Sienna burst in. “Mr. Walker! The animal hospital just called, saying Jingle had a cardiac arrest!” “What?” My heart sank as I grabbed Joshua’s hand. He turned, and the coldness and cruelty in his eyes were foreign to me. He accused, “Allison, you’re so heartless. You’re not kind like Sienna at all! “You abused Jingle so badly that its bone harmed its heart and lungs. It was Sienna who took it in and treated its illness!” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. We had been married for just three months. When Joshua was away on business, I learned about his cat, Jingle. Due to an allergy to cat hair, I had to give Jingle up for adoption at my parents’ urging. Joshua calmly accepted this when he returned from his trip. How could I be the one accused of abusing that cat? Besides, Jingle was well-cared for by a distant relative. How could Sienna have rescued it?   “Joshua, don’t ever come to see me again after you leave!” I shouted. Joshua wrapped his arms around Sienna’s waist and walked away without looking back. I stared at the empty office, my gaze landing on the month-end expense reports scattered across the desk. There were several of them detailing purchases made in a hotel room. I couldn’t recall Joshua mentioning any recent projects that required accommodation. Even stranger was that he always came home late, falling asleep the moment he hit the bed. Those expense reports spoke volumes. I clenched my fists, took pictures as evidence, and left. Soon after, my relative sent me a video of Jingle. The once-small, white-haired, blue-eyed cat had grown into a chubby, lively feline, significantly larger than when we first got her. She was perfectly healthy—no cardiac arrest in sight. That night, I didn’t go home; instead, I checked into a hotel owned by my family. Despite Joshua’s incessant calls and apology texts, I chose not to respond. I reviewed the branch’s financial statements and discovered that four out of the five projects Joshua led had failed, while the other barely broke even. Such bleak statistics shocked me. The personnel manager informed me, “Ms. Scott, Sienna Gomez is not an official employee and hasn’t been entered into the system. “Mr. Walker must have arranged for her to join and settled her salary privately, bypassing company accounts.” My heart sank deeply. Joshua had been involved with Sienna behind my back! “Ms. Scott…” the personnel manager hesitated. I noticed her reluctance to continue and looked at her. She finally spoke up, “Sienna is always causing trouble. She even brought stray cats to the office, resulting in employees getting bitten by fleas. “Plus, she’s been stealing food from us! “The surveillance footage shows her feeding the stray cats, and leftovers have been rotting in the office corridor. The smell was unbearable!” I couldn’t believe Sienna was creating such chaos. “Does Joshua know about this?” I asked. The personnel manager nodded. “It was reported to Mr. Walker a while ago, but after Sienna came out of his office, nothing changed.” I acknowledged her explanation and asked a few employees about Sienna. “Ms. Scott, look at how badly my legs have been bitten by fleas! I went to talk to Mr. Walker, but he told me Sienna had a kind heart and that I shouldn’t be so hard on a cat.” “How can anyone just join our company? Sienna can’t even type!” “Exactly! She couldn’t even organize the files. I don’t get how someone like her can be paid eight thousand dollars!” Eight thousand dollars? That rang a bell. Not long ago, I noticed that amount mysteriously vanished from the card Joshua and I shared. So, he had been using our marriage funds to support his mistress. At that moment, another message from Joshua popped up, accompanied by a photo of diamond butterfly earrings. [Allison, please don’t be mad! I bought you a gift!] I was still grappling with why Joshua would suddenly do something so romantic when I overheard a colleague complain. “She’s poor. How could she afford diamond jewelry? It must be fake!” “That’s right! Or maybe she’s with a rich guy!” I walked over to Sienna’s recent Instagram post from just two minutes ago, flaunting a caption that read: [A full set of diamonds! Too bad I don’t have pierced ears, so my boyfriend tossed the earrings away.] The blatant showing-off hurt me. I felt like a fool for expecting a genuine apology from Joshua. I stormed into the president’s office, my expression icy enough to startle my dad, Marvin Nelson. “Next Monday, all managers and above will present their performance reports, and those with subpar results will be fired!” I declared. My dad, thinking I was merely reacting in anger again, chuckled. “Did you have a fight with Joshua? His performance has been lacking.” I maintained my serious demeanor. “Then fire him. The company doesn’t need slackers.”

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When my boyfriend found out I was hospitalized after an injury and couldn’t cover my shift at the bank, his reaction was anything but supportive. “You switched shifts with someone without telling me first? You’re such a deceitful little snake!” he yelled. I didn’t argue back. Instead, I quietly handed him my hospital certificate while staring at the chaotic scene unfolding at the bank. In my previous life, I had encountered a couple at the counter who came to deposit five million dollars. Their child had been diagnosed with a rare illness, and this five million dollars was the result of selling their house and even one of their kidneys—money they desperately needed for their child’s life-saving surgery scheduled the next day. But the very next morning, the money they had just deposited vanished under mysterious circumstances. I helped them track down the withdrawal location, only to discover that the surveillance footage showed me taking the money. Faced with their accusations, my best friend burst into tears. She said sorrowfully, “Even if you wanted to live a luxurious life, how could you steal someone’s life-saving money using your job?” My boyfriend, who had rushed over after hearing the commotion, immediately chimed in, “So that’s how you suddenly had money to buy a car. You’re a murderer at heart!” The delay caused by this event cost their child the chance for surgery. Overcome with grief, the couple attacked and killed me in the middle of the street. When I opened my eyes again, I thought injuring myself might help me avoid repeating the same tragedy. But I never expected the surveillance footage to once again show me secretly withdrawing the money. “Ugh, dressed in rags and carrying that filthy bag. This is no place for beggars.” “Don’t come to me for help! You stink. I only serve big clients.” These familiar, disdainful voices snapped me out of my thoughts. I opened my eyes to see Evelyn Carter pinching her nose with a look of utter contempt as she turned away. Standing outside the glass wall were a couple with deeply worried faces. Humiliated by the rude treatment, they stood awkwardly, gripping the money bag tightly and refusing to leave. Evelyn’s eyes darted mischievously as she suddenly adopted a falsely charitable tone. She said, “Go to the counter on the left. Azalea loves playing the saint; she’ll help you count that bag of coins.” The couple’s pleading eyes turned to me, and my heart sank like a stone. In my previous life, when Evelyn insulted them, I immediately apologized on her behalf and took over the transaction. No one had expected what happened next. The couple pulled out an entire five million dollars in cash from their woven bag. Evelyn’s jaw nearly dropped to the floor. She immediately asked them where they got so much money. The couple explained tearfully that it was for their daughter’s surgery. Both elderly and financially struggling, they had sold a kidney each and mortgaged the home they had lived in their entire lives just to scrape together the operation fee. Misfortune seemed to prey on the unfortunate, and their plight moved me to tears. Evelyn, however, started to pry into their family situation. I firmly told Evelyn to stop harassing the clients. After helping the elderly couple deposit their money, I even reminded them to keep the bank card close and never let it out of their sight. The couple left, full of gratitude, while Evelyn hurriedly took leave from work. At the time, I thought I had done a good deed by helping the unfortunate. I never imagined it would lead to my tragic death.

The next day, as soon as I arrived at the bank, I saw the couple who had deposited money yesterday standing at the entrance, crying uncontrollably. I hurried over to ask what had happened and learned that although they had kept their bank card with them the entire time, the money in their account had disappeared. The bizarre theft quickly caught the bank’s attention. Seeing the couple on the verge of a breakdown, I offered them some warm water and patiently inquired if anyone else had handled their bank card. They adamantly assured me that the card had always been kept under their pillow and had never left their sight. There were no signs of the windows or doors being opened, so theft seemed impossible. Watching their heart-wrenching sobs, I felt deeply concerned. I immediately used the bank’s system to check the withdrawal times and ATM locations. The records showed that the money had indeed been withdrawn in multiple transactions the previous night. The thief had methodically emptied the account across several ATMs over the night. When the couple heard this, they nearly fainted from despair. Unable to stand by, I pleaded with my supervisor to retrieve the surveillance footage from the withdrawal locations. Faced with such a baffling incident, everyone held their breath as they stared at the screen. What the footage revealed left us all in shock. The person withdrawing the money was me. The strange images in my memory sent a chill down my spine as I snapped back to reality. The couple was already seated in front of me, cautiously untying their bag. Alarmed, I quickly stopped them and asked, “Wait, are you here to deposit money? How much?” Tears welled up in their eyes, and their voices quivered as they replied, “We want to deposit five million. This is our daughter’s life-saving money.” Although they spoke softly, Evelyn, who had been observing them, leaned in with visible excitement. She asked, “Five million? How could you possibly have five million when you’re dressed like that?” The couple lowered their heads, trying to explain, but I interrupted again. I said, “Evelyn, don’t pry into other people’s money. Go back to your station.” Evelyn glared at me and retorted, “Azalea Brooks, why are you being so petty now? “This is the client’s money, not yours. Why are you so nosy?” Evelyn’s reaction made me confused. In my past life, when Evelyn saw these five million dollars, she immediately started poking around, asking questions. She even lingered nearby while I processed the transaction, reluctant to leave. Later, when the incident unfolded, she had been the first to jump out and accuse me alongside my boyfriend. I wondered if she had seen the couple’s PIN while I was handling their transaction. This thought popped into my mind but was quickly dismissed. We tellers were inside a glass booth, while clients were outside. The PIN pad was shielded, and Evelyn couldn’t possibly see the code. Even if she somehow guessed the PIN, there was no way she could have silently stolen the card from beneath their pillow. Besides, the surveillance footage showed me taking the money. There was no way this was that simple. My mind was a whirlwind of confusion. Blocking Evelyn’s view, I turned to the couple and said, “Your deposit amount is quite large. Please come with me to the VIP room.” The couple exchanged puzzled glances. Just then, Evelyn interjected with urgency, “Azalea, what’s the meaning of this? Why should they get to use the VIP room?” I ignored her and led the couple away. To ensure security, I requested the manager to oversee the process, citing the large deposit amount. It wasn’t until I handed back the card to the couple that I finally breathed a sigh of relief. This time, Evelyn hadn’t witnessed the deposit process, so she couldn’t possibly know the PIN. But as I relaxed, a more perplexing question troubled me—how did the thief obtain the bank card? Though I suspected Evelyn, she was, by all appearances, an ordinary person. We were colleagues and close friends. While I knew she loved travel and fun, I had never heard of her having any extraordinary skills to steal. As these thoughts swirled in my head, I descended the stairs absentmindedly and accidentally missed a step, tumbling down. Amid my colleagues’ startled cries and their efforts to help me up, I caught sight of Evelyn leaving in casual clothes.

I had fallen hard. My ankle was swollen and throbbing, yet my heart pounded even harder. A suffocating unease enveloped me, so all-consuming that I barely registered the pain. I couldn’t understand why Evelyn still took leave when she hadn’t been there during the deposit. She couldn’t possibly know the couple’s bank card password remotely. Clenching my teeth, I struggled to stand and follow her, but the sharp pain shooting up my leg nearly knocked me down again. I could only watch as Evelyn disappeared into the distance. Frustrated, I muttered a curse under my breath, only to be startled by my ringing phone. It was Lucas Green, my boyfriend. Instead of answering the call immediately, I began to recall my past life. As far as I remembered, Lucas had also called me right after Evelyn left. Back then, I had naively thought he was checking on me out of concern. But now, I suspected that he was spying on me. I pressed the answer button, my suspicions weighing heavy on my chest. His voice came through. “Azalea, are you at the bank?” In my past life, I would’ve mistaken this for care. But now, that accusatory edge froze me to the core. It was undeniable that he was confirming my location. He and Evelyn were definitely in cahoots. A shiver ran through me as the cruel truth sank in, leaving me too stunned to speak. Just then, the announcement of a ticket number being called echoed through the hall. Lucas exhaled in relief on the other end. He said, “I heard the bank’s announcement. You go ahead, babe. I’ll see you tomorrow.” His tone was brisk, but I grew even more anxious. I didn’t know how they did it. Even if they hadn’t obtained the passwords, they could still steal the couple’s life-saving funds. If that were true, then I would be dead in this life too. A torrent of doubts swirled in my mind. Though the hall was wide and warm, the weight of my unease made it hard to breathe. My colleague, Megan Winfield, who had been supporting me, noticed my pallor and patted my shoulder. She said, “Azalea, you’re pale as a sheet. You should go to the hospital. “I’m free today. I’ll cover your shift.” Her kind gaze stirred an unsettling thought. If she covered for me, she might become my scapegoat. Just as I was about to refuse, a glimmer of hope dawned. The hospital was full of surveillance cameras. If I got admitted for treatment and Megan stayed with me overnight, we’d both have alibis. I gratefully accepted her offer and hurried to the hospital. Everything went as planned. I was admitted, and Megan, moved by my pleas, stayed with me through the night. The next morning, however, as I approached the bank, an all-too-familiar scene from my previous life unfolded before my eyes. The couple stood outside, sobbing uncontrollably, “Why is our money gone? We deposited five million dollars just yesterday. “That was our daughter’s life-saving money. Her surgery is this afternoon. What are we supposed to do now?” Their desperate cries pierced my heart. I turned to Megan, who immediately rushed to console them. But the couple could barely form coherent sentences, their trembling voices repeating only that their money had vanished and their daughter was doomed. By now, all the bank staff knew about the previous day’s large deposit. A crowd gathered, murmuring among themselves. Suddenly, a voice rang out from the edge of the crowd. Evelyn shouted, “What’s everyone crowding around for? If the money’s gone, just check who withdrew it.” Heads turned in unison toward her, and I took the chance to observe her face. Her dark, puffy eyes betrayed a sleepless night. She was the thief. I just couldn’t figure out how she had managed to steal the money. The manager soon arrived and, under the crowd’s watchful eyes, pulled up the surveillance footage. The couple quieted down and joined everyone in staring at the screen. When the culprit’s face appeared, all eyes turned toward me. A chill swept over me, and I couldn’t stop trembling. The thief caught on camera was me.   As everyone stood in shock, Lucas strode toward Evelyn. Then he angrily rebuked me, “Azalea, we trusted you so much, yet you betrayed us by stealing someone else’s life-saving money. “So, this is why you suddenly wanted to buy a car. It all makes sense now.” Evelyn immediately chimed in, “Exactly! We treated you as a friend, and this is how you repay us. By shamelessly bullying a poor couple. You’re despicable.” “You always talked about how great it would be if all the bank’s money was yours. I thought it was just a joke. Azalea, I never imagined you’d become a thief. “Clients, don’t worry. We’ll make sure this thief pays for what she’s done.” The couple looked at me with tearful eyes. They were shocked but didn’t immediately accuse me. After all, I had been the only person willing to help them yesterday. Such a situation was hard for anyone to accept. Seeing the couple hesitate, Evelyn grew anxious and began pushing them. She said, “What are you waiting for? The person who harmed your daughter is standing right here. Don’t you want justice for her?” I sighed and turned to face her. I said, “The person in the surveillance footage isn’t me. I was at the hospital all night yesterday.” Evelyn and Lucas were both surprised. Evelyn shouted, “Stop lying! The surveillance footage shows it was you. “Just because you say you were at the hospital, we’re supposed to believe you? You probably went there on purpose to create an alibi and then rushed off to commit the crime.” I smirked, “I sprained my ankle yesterday, and Megan was worried about me. She stayed with me all night. “What are you so worked up about? Could it be that the person in the surveillance footage is one of you?” The two of them abruptly fell silent, exchanging uneasy glances. Megan glanced at the three of us back and forth. After a while, she declared, “That’s correct. I stayed at the hospital with Azalea all night yesterday. “As the wife of the bank manager, I can vouch for her. Azalea didn’t leave the hospital, not even for a moment.”   Megan was not just our supervisor; she was also the bank president’s wife. Her intervention on my behalf silenced everyone at the scene. In my previous life, I hadn’t been able to see the contents on the screen. This time, I seized the opportunity and meticulously reviewed all the surveillance footage. Even at night, the ATM’s interior lighting was bright. Under the sharp illumination, the person in the footage withdrawing the money had a face identical to mine. No matter how I looked at it, it was unmistakably me. Frustration churned within me, but I refused to give up. I stubbornly kept my eyes glued to the monitor, scrutinizing every detail. Evelyn, noticing my intense focus, motioned for Lucas to pull me away. She sneered, “Azalea, how venomous you are! “Yesterday, you handled their deposit. Who knows what kind of trick you used to secretly clone it? Then you deliberately sprained your ankle to fabricate an alibi.” Lucas echoed, “Evelyn is right. She saw through your scheme. “Azalea, you’re cunning. Don’t think your petty tricks can fool us. Either return the money to them today or pay with your life for that innocent child.” I turned to look at them. Just yesterday, they were my loving boyfriend and my best friend. Today, they stood united against me, wishing for my immediate downfall. I couldn’t even pinpoint when they had started keeping their relationship a secret from me. The colleagues who had been silent now shifted their gazes to me. “Azalea, five million isn’t pocket change. If it was you, you should hand it over.” “The couple have suffered enough already. Do you have the heart to make things worse for them?” “That money is just luxury to you, but it’s their daughter’s lifeline.” The mention of their daughter’s plight brought fresh tears to the couple’s eyes. “Miss, you seem like a good person. “We believe you wouldn’t do something like this, but the surveillance footage is clear. We don’t know what else to do. “To save our daughter, we’ve sold everything we own and borrowed from everyone we know. The surgery is scheduled for this afternoon. If it’s delayed, we don’t want to live anymore.” Their cries were heart-wrenching, and I felt a pang of sorrow. But I would never admit to something I hadn’t done. Surveying the crowd around me, I took a deep breath and said firmly, “I swear, yesterday, I never left the hospital. “The person in the footage may look like me, but it’s not me.” Evelyn shrieked, “You still refuse to confess, even in the face of such undeniable evidence? I didn’t know you were this shameless. “Azalea, you’re the most malicious, cruel-hearted person I’ve ever met. These poor people are collapsing in despair, and you still dare to argue?” I pressed my lips together and looked at her wrist. “Everyone, take a good look,” I said, my voice steady but cutting. “In the surveillance footage, the person in the video is wearing a bracelet. But if I recall correctly, that bracelet happens to be Evelyn’s prized possession, something she never lets out of her sight.”

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After giving birth, I went to the hospital for postpartum recovery. I never expected the doctor responsible for my breast care to be my sister’s husband! And his way of care felt… a bit off.   I was a campus beauty during my university days, known for my good looks and great figure. After marrying my husband, Jason Terry, I worried about losing my shape, so I was reluctant to have kids. But when I accidentally got pregnant, I hesitated for a long time and finally decided to keep the baby. Not long after giving birth, driven by my desire to regain my figure, I hurried to the hospital for postpartum recovery. I signed up for numerous programs, including breast care, hoping to restore my pre-pregnancy condition as quickly as possible. What I never dreamed of was that the person in charge of this program turned out to be my sister’s husband, Colin Firth! I couldn’t fathom why a man would be assigned to such a project. When I asked the nurse, she explained that the hospital had gone to great lengths to hire this specialist, and getting an appointment with him was a coveted opportunity many competed for. Before I could think it through, the impatient nurse pushed me into the consultation room. I had seen pictures of Colin before—fair-skinned and handsome, bearing a slight resemblance to my first boyfriend. “Lie down.” Colin’s voice was very gentle. I touched the edge of my mask nervously, guessing he hadn’t recognized me. Gathering my courage, I lay down flat. The mere thought of his hands moving over my breasts made me flush with embarrassment. Still, the allure of being treated by a “specialist” ultimately outweighed my discomfort with his identity. “Take off your bra and lift your shirt,” he instructed, his gaze meeting mine. Our eyes locked, and my heart started racing. “C-can I not take it off?” I was still very nervous, and I stuttered when I spoke. “If you don’t, how can I provide care?” His response made me feel like I was overreacting. “Should I call someone else then?” “N-no, that’s not necessary!” Though I agreed, my hands clung tightly to my shirt. My sister, Erin Andrews, had married Colin just three days after meeting him. My parents and I had only ever seen his photos. I worried that if we formally met later on and he recognized me, it would be beyond awkward for both of us. But remembering what the nurse said, I reluctantly followed his instructions. As he approached and stood beside me, regret washed over me. But it was too late. “Let’s begin,” he said. His hands, fair and slender, pressed against the edge of my breast with a soft, comforting touch. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to block out my spiraling thoughts. His hands moved across both breasts—pushing, kneading, and pressing. I could even hear faint popping sounds. That happened when he gripped firmly, slid to the top, and suddenly released.

After I got pregnant, Jason didn’t have sex with me. He was afraid of hurting the baby. Even after I gave birth, Jason had been away on business trips for a long time, and we still hadn’t been intimate. My breasts were my most sensitive area, and now, being handled so freely by a man other than my husband, my long-neglected body couldn’t help but respond. I felt my face flush with shame, burning hot. To ease my tension, Colin started chatting with me softly. “Coming for breast care now is perfect timing! If you wait another two months, they’ll sag badly. Your shape is ideal. It would be such a shame to ruin it.” I gripped the bedsheet tightly, biting my lip without replying. “Relax, completely let go! That’ll make the treatment more effective.” A cool sensation spread from his palms. He must have used some essential oil or something similar. “Imagine yourself lying on a sunlit beach, enjoying a perfect sunbath…” That part of me was being kneaded, squeezed, and pressed in circles. The feeling was utterly mortifying. Yet, at the same time, it felt unbelievably good! I started to imagine that the man with the alluring masculine scent in front of me was my husband, and to my horror, I let out a soft hum. I thought, “Oh no! What am I even thinking? Does Colin notice I’m having improper thoughts?” He seemed accustomed to such situations and smiled reassuringly, “It’s alright, this is a normal reaction. Trust in my professionalism!” For some reason, Jason’s face appeared in my mind. I wondered, “What if he finds out the person doing my breast care is Colin? How would he react? And my sister, what will she think?” From childhood, she had always been more outstanding than me, surpassing me in everything. If she knew her husband was doing this to me, would she faint from rage? Strangely, I suddenly found the situation exhilarating. A sense of taboo, almost like an affair, surged through my brain. I sneaked a glance at Colin through narrowed eyes. Even after giving birth, my figure was still as good as ever. I couldn’t help but wonder what his reaction was. Up close, I realized he resembled my first love even more, especially with his focused, captivating gaze. When his hand lifted slightly, it brushed unintentionally against the inside of my thigh. That tiny contact instantly ignited a deeply suppressed fire within me. My entire body felt like it was heating up uncontrollably, so much that I trembled slightly.

I was startled by my own reaction. I thought, “What’s happening? How desperate must I be to react like this? And it’s not like Colin is trying to seduce me. He just accidentally touched me.” The shame that had barely subsided came rushing back, and I shut my eyes tightly again. “It’s alright, don’t be nervous!” He seemed to read my thoughts, his gentle voice tinged with a slight smile. Jason burdened with work stress lately, hadn’t spoken to me so tenderly in a long time. “If only Jason could be as gentle as Colin,” I thought. For some reason, I found myself hoping Colin’s hand would move downward, across my belly, and keep going… “I must be losing my mind! “How could I have such crazy thoughts? “He’s my sister’s husband!” I scolded myself. But the more I tried to suppress it, the stronger the thought grew, like wild grass after the rain. I imagined Colin kissing me, caressing my entire body, holding me tightly in his arms, giving me more passion and warmth. The desire overwhelmed me, and I couldn’t stop myself from letting out another soft hum, my body twisting slightly like a little snake. Amid my chaotic thoughts, I heard a strange sound. What was it? It sounded like… a zipper being pulled down! “Is it my imagination? Why does it seem so real?” I asked myself inwardly. No, it wasn’t a hallucination. The warm touch of fingers grazing the edge of my waistband was unmistakable. It was deliberate, provocative, teasing… I froze, my scalp tingling as I abruptly opened my eyes. “You’re very tense here, right at your abdomen! Relax, don’t be so uptight!” He explained seriously, his eyes devoid of any inappropriate expression. I felt my face burn as if it were on fire. So it was all in my head. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. I had secretly hoped he would do something improper, but he hadn’t. A deeper wave of shame washed over me, threatening to drown me completely. I asked myself, “How could I think like this? If Jason and Erin found out I had such thoughts about Colin, what would they think of me? “I’m terrible!” I tried to regain my composure, but Colin’s movements became even gentler and quicker, his rhythm more deliberate. I could even hear his faint, steady breathing. “He must be tired. Yes, that must be it! He’s so professional, and there’s no way he’d have improper thoughts about me,” I thought. Then, I felt a cool sensation below, and something had flowed out of me. Afraid he’d notice, I clenched the waistband of my pants, only for his hand to gently brush mine aside. His hand moved lower along my abdomen, inching downward… My heart pounded wildly as if ready to leap out of my throat. Just a little further down, he’d touch that place.   “Turn over. I’ll do the hip care next.” I froze, my voice trembling as I asked, “You’re doing the hip care too?” “Yes.” I don’t know if I imagined it, but his voice seemed to lose its earlier calmness. It even quivered a bit. Especially when I turned over and lay face down, I distinctly heard him suck in a sharp breath. Jason had always said I had a perfect peach-shaped bottom, the kind no man could resist. Colin started working, his hands moving in soft strokes, massaging with a rhythm that alternated between fast and slow. An unbearable itch crept over me, and I unconsciously arched my hips upward. The cool breeze from the air conditioner brushed against me, an oddly refreshing sensation. What a humiliating posture this was! It was as if my body was silently inviting him. My mind was a jumbled mess, yet deep down, a tiny spark of anticipation lingered. His hands didn’t stop. If anything, his movements slowed down even more, dragging the moment out until I started to grow restless. I was terrified he’d suddenly stop. “Don’t…” The word slipped out before I could stop myself, shocking even me. “Don’t what?” Colin’s voice was laced with confusion. That only made me feel more ashamed. Here Colin was, performing postpartum recovery care on me, and yet my thoughts had strayed so far. Worse, I was even enjoying it. I scolded myself silently, convinced I was being utterly unreasonable. I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me and began to lower my body back down. But before I could, Colin suddenly gripped my waist from behind, his warm fingers pressing lightly into my skin. “What does he mean by that?” I wondered. Before I could figure it out, my body betrayed me again, more liquid shamefully pooling below. What should I do? I was losing my mind! Right in front of Colin… One of his hands freed itself and, trembling slightly, slipped between my legs. His fingers moved with a gentle touch, stroking, teasing, as if testing my resolve. Then, suddenly, his fingertip brushed against the moisture and began to probe gently inside. My mind went completely blank. “Is this… part of the hip care process? No, it can’t be!” I thought. Yet I made no move to resist. I knew I had truly gone mad. But my body was too lonely, too starved. With him behind me, out of my line of sight, I could almost fool myself into believing he was just a stranger. Not someone who looked like the man I had once loved. Certainly not Colin. I told myself, “If he doesn’t say anything and I don’t say anything, who would ever know? “Just this once.” The wild, forbidden thrill sent a rush through me, making every nerve in my body come alive. Suddenly, Colin flipped me over, his breathing heavy, his eyes glinting with an unfamiliar intensity. “Beth, can’t hold back anymore, can you?” I was panicking. Beth was my nickname, used only by my parents and Erin. Colin had recognized me! Panic surged through me, and I wanted to pull away. But Colin had already undone his belt. His ragged breathing filled the air as he pushed into me…

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I was running low on money lately, so I took a job online as a painting model. To my surprise, the artist who posted the ad turned out to be my daughter’s boyfriend. He seemed gentle, but he actually had designs on me.   Recently, I suffered significant losses in the stock market. I didn’t want my family to find out, so I secretly found a job as a painting model to try and recover some of that money. I got married young; I was only 39, and my daughter Adalyn was already a freshman. Thanks to years of skincare and fitness, I look younger than my actual age. I often caught the attention of young guys when I was out, and even Adalyn had joked about being jealous. I was secretly thrilled to be chosen as a model at my age. But when I realized that my daughter’s boyfriend would be staring at my body, I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. How awkward! I turned to leave when Jeremiah stopped me, saying, “You must be the new model. Come on in.” Jeremiah, who was two years older than Adalyn, was her senior in college. He was young and fit, wearing glasses that gave him a gentle look. He looked at me calmly, and it seemed that he didn’t recognize me. I had only seen his photo on Adalyn’s phone, so it made sense that he didn’t know who I was. Reminding myself of the good pay for being a model, I decided to go inside. “Close the door,” Jeremiah said and then took a seat, his gaze scanning me from head to toe as if he could see right through me. A mix of strange feelings washed over me—part shame and part enjoyment. Being alone with my daughter’s boyfriend stirred feelings I hadn’t felt in a long time. I quickly quashed those thoughts, reminding myself that it was probably just because my husband hadn’t been intimate with me in a while, leading me to have these shameless urges. Jeremiah, not noticing my inner turmoil, fiddled with his paint and instructed, “Take off all your clothes.” I froze in disbelief. “Why—why do I have to be naked?” I stammered. Heat rushed to my face, and I felt a wave of tension and fear. I hesitated, rooted to the spot. Although I wanted to earn this money, undressing completely in front of my daughter’s boyfriend felt impossible. Jeremiah seemed irritated by my hesitation. “The theme of my project is body painting, and the model needs to be nude for it. That’s why the pay is so good.” Body painting? I suddenly felt the urge to retreat. The thought of undressing in front of my daughter’s boyfriend and letting him draw on me was overwhelming. I even wondered if he was planning to take advantage of me. Noticing my hesitation, Jeremiah reassured me, “This is art. If you’re really shy, there’s some white gauze on the table you can use to cover yourself.” I glanced at the table and saw a piece of gauze about the size of a bath towel. I felt relieved. If he really had any ulterior motives, he likely wouldn’t have provided that. Still, the mere idea of my body being exposed to my daughter’s boyfriend made me feel embarrassed, and my face burned. But I really needed the money. I had to tell myself that Jeremiah seemed a good guy. So, mustering my courage, I walked over, wrapped the gauze around myself, and slowly began to undress until I was completely nude, using the gauze to cover my private areas. As my skin was exposed to the air, I felt uncomfortable and nervous. It was all too embarrassing. Yet, Jeremiah didn’t seem to care about my discomfort; he was focused on me. I felt utterly mortified, wishing the floor would just open up and swallow me whole.

My daughter’s boyfriend was staring at me. Even though my private part was wrapped in a layer of white gauze, I could still feel the intensity of his gaze. A mix of tension and excitement ran through me as I instinctively pulled the gauze tighter around myself. “You’re too tense. Just try to relax,” Jeremiah said, moving his stool closer and sitting beside me. He was so close that I could feel the warmth of his breath against my skin. Suddenly, he grabbed my breast. Scared, I couldn’t help shivering, letting out a scream. “Relax and take a deep breath,” Jeremiah said. His eyes were full of seriousness. His rough, warm hand began to slide down the white gauze, leaving me feeling completely exposed beneath his gaze. “Jeremiah…” The overwhelming sense of shame made me want to refuse. Jeremiah seemed to pick up on my feelings and said casually, “I need to know the size and shape of your breasts to accurately depict the painting on your body. “I made the right choice. Your breasts are full and beautiful, perfect for body painting.” My daughter’s boyfriend was commenting on me. I felt incredibly shy, my face blushing furiously. “Here we go,” Jeremiah said as he picked up the brush, its bristles coated in navy blue paint, and began to apply it to my chest. The moment the brush made contact with my skin, I couldn’t help but shiver, my body tensing up involuntarily. I leaned back, starting to leak fluids. Oh my goodness! A deep sense of shame enveloped me. While I was enjoying the tingling sensation from the brush tip, my mind wandered. Was I really this easy? How could I allow my daughter’s boyfriend to do this to me? Biting my lip, I couldn’t help looking at Jeremiah. He had his head down, his expression serious, completely focused on painting on my chest. In his eyes, I felt like nothing more than a canvas for his art. Yet, at that sacred moment, I was undeniably aroused. Navy blue lines traced the contours of my chest, and each stroke sent shivers through me. Though I felt shy, there was a strange comfort in it—something I had never experienced during moments of masturbation. I couldn’t help but berate myself. What would Jeremiah think if he sensed my physical response? Would he see me as a woman of loose morals? “Absolutely beautiful,” he suddenly exclaimed, his gaze growing more intense. One hand continued to draw while the other rested on my breast. Heat surged through my body, and a bold thought crossed my mind. Would he feel the same way and take things further?

The thought even shocked me. How could I entertain such a shameful idea? He was my daughter’s boyfriend, after all. Yet, when I remembered Adalyn mentioning that Jeremiah was strong, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of anticipation. Suddenly, Jeremiah slapped me and said, “Don’t move.” I froze in an instant. He had actually hit me in a very private area. A slight pain was quickly overshadowed by an unexpected wave of pleasure. A strange thrill coursed through me, prompting me to clamp my legs instinctively. I knew I should feel ashamed, yet there was an undeniable sense of comfort. I even wished he would slap harder. Lost in thought, I suddenly became aware that Jeremiah was gently pressing down on my lower abdomen. The area, concealed beneath the white fabric and unseen by any man other than my husband, was now leaking fluids to my daughter’s boyfriend. How could this be happening? I was in an absolute panic. How could I have such an inappropriate reaction in front of my daughter’s boyfriend? This was completely out of line. Shame made me want to run away, but I felt paralyzed, unable to move. Or maybe I just didn’t want to admit that, on some level, I actually liked it. “The gauze is getting in the way,” Jeremiah muttered. As he said this, his warm breath brushed against my abdomen, causing my body to tremble. He seemed completely unfazed. He pulled away the white gauze, and at that moment, I noticed fluids where the gauze had touched my leg. The air was thick with the scent of my own fluids, and somehow, the gauze had become soaked. At this moment, I felt utterly embarrassed. “Don’t be shy. It’s a natural response of the human body,” Jeremiah said, offering me a reassuring smile. His tone was devoid of mockery, carrying a hint of encouragement instead. Yet, his words only deepened my shame. “It’s time to start drawing down below,” Jeremiah continued. He dipped his brush into the paint again, his gaze shifting to a part of me that had only ever been seen by my husband. It glistened in the sunlight, moist and shimmering. Though Jeremiah was merely painting, I could clearly sense that his breathing had grown heavier. I was so nervous that my body trembled. The thought that he might have watched my daughter like this only heightened my wetness. Painting on my private part brought me more excitement than painting on my chest did. The cold, damp brush tip sent waves of heat through my body, intensifying my desperation. “Don’t cover up. It’s beautiful here, and it’s perfect for painting,” Jeremiah said, his voice slightly shaky. Suddenly, he separated my tightly closed legs, leaving me completely exposed in front of him. The brush tip moved back and forth across my sensitive area, creating a dense tingling sensation that drove me wild, and soon the fluids began to soak the table. Jeremiah’s movements grew increasingly bolder, his fingers exploring the area as each touch produced a lewd sound. I realized that he had stopped painting. With a vague idea of what he was about to do, I wanted to resist, but my body betrayed me. I even arched my back slightly, making it easier for him to delve deeper. Realizing this, I tightened my grip, stealing a glance at Jeremiah. Jeremiah’s chiseled profile was flushed, and his eyes were filled with desire as they lingered on my vagina. I felt hot all over. I knew I had to put a stop to this. He was my daughter’s boyfriend, and she would bring him home at any time. But now, I was completely caught up in it and couldn’t refuse. I was eager to spread my legs and welcome him enthusiastically. Suddenly, Jeremiah set the brush down and leaned his body against mine. In an instant, I felt his member pressing against my legs. Panting, he said in a low, husky voice, “Mrs. Murphy, you’re even more beautiful than your daughter. I just can’t help myself.”

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On the day I graduated from college, I bought a scratch-off lottery ticket on a whim and unexpectedly won a 20-million-dollar prize. My mom, Darla Moran, warned me to keep the money hidden, but she quickly told my brother, Wilbur Moran, about it. Wilbur, along with my dad, Fletcher Moran, locked me in the basement, demanding I hand over all the winnings. My mom pretended to be innocent, claiming she had remarried my dad and that the money should be shared with the family. They let me starve to death, cruelly dismembered my body, and flushed it down the toilet. When I opened my eyes again, I saw my mom holding my lottery ticket, comparing it to the winning numbers. Seeing her greedy expression, I couldn’t help but smile coldly.     “Buying lottery tickets is a waste of money! You could have bought Wilbur two pounds of chicken wings with that! What a waste!” My mom nagged, and her words made my head buzz. Before I could even react, the lottery store owner placed the scratch-off in my hand, letting me choose. I stared at that familiar ticket, not hesitating for a moment before ripping it open. My mom continued to complain beside me. “Twenty bucks for a card! It is too expensive. We can barely pay the rent, and you waste money like this!” I ran my fingers over the scratch-off, my heart racing. I knew this was 20 million dollars! In this life, I had finally grabbed fate by the reins again. I came from a broken home. My parents divorced when I was young. I lived with my mom, while my brother Wilbur lived with my dad. My mom’s health wasn’t good, and she had no income, so she relied on me to work part-time and pay for household expenses and my tuition. However, instead of thanking me, she felt indebted to Wilbur. She would often take the money I gave her and secretly pass it on to Wilbur. In my previous life, when I won the lottery, I immediately shared the good news with my mom. She warned me never to tell anyone about my win because it was unsafe. I thought she was protecting me, so I promised, reminding her not to slip and mention it to Wilbur lest my gambling-addicted father get wind of it. But after Wilbur took the SATs and asked my mom for money, she “accidentally” betrayed me. “Alisha won 20 million dollars in the lottery. That’s enough to buy you a fancy car for a joyride.” When Wilbur asked me about that, I refused to admit it, but my mom came into my room and pulled out the proof of the winning ticket. Wilbur quickly told my dad and my dad stormed into my house with Wilbur in tow, demanding I pay for his retirement and for Wilbur’s support. I refused, and they started beating and insulting me. My mom stood by, watching, not intervening. She even pretended to be generous, advising me, “They’re your father and brother. You should help them out. It’s only right.” My heart shattered. When I was in middle school, my dad had gambled away money and used my mom and me as collateral to settle his debts. The casino almost sold us into a brothel. It was because I fought tooth and nail to protect my mom that she wasn’t hurt. This was also why my grandpa forced my mom to divorce him. Yet now, my mom was willing to watch me get beaten for the sake of her ex-husband and son. I ran away, determined to escape this parasitic family. But my dad and Wilbur took to livestreaming, publicly accusing me of stealing money and fleeing the country. My mom, using her identity as the long-suffering single mother who raised me, appeared on camera to confirm that I was an ungrateful daughter. The online abuse flooded in, drowning me. They even tricked me back, claiming my mom was critically ill. They captured me, locking me in a dark basement and demanding my account passwords. Once they had the money, my mom feared my dad and Wilbur’s actions might be exposed, so she suggested locking me up. They let me starve to death, dismembered my body, and flushed it down the toilet to cover their tracks. Only at the moment of my death did I realize that my mom had intentionally betrayed me to Wilbur. She always wanted to reunite with my dad and Wilbur, and I had merely been a tool for her to use. It was a bitter truth, one I only understood when it was too late. After I died, my spirit followed my mom. I watched as she remarried my dad, using my money to buy Wilbur luxury cars and mansions. When relatives asked about my whereabouts, my mom claimed I had abandoned her and run off overseas to live a carefree life. My life was buried in their hands. But my ghost couldn’t rest, haunting them relentlessly. Then, one day, a mysterious white light sucked me in. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I won the scratch-off. In this life, I wouldn’t be the obedient daughter anymore. With 20 million dollars in hand, I was going to change my fate completely!

Although my heart was racing, I knew now wasn’t the time to let my guard down. I took a deep breath, calming myself. While my mom was distracted with her phone, I hid the original scratch-off ticket in my bag, then grabbed another one, slipping the store clerk money for it. I kept my head down as I scratched off the numbers, pretending to compare them to the winning ones. My mom leaned over, asking, “Did you win?” Seeing her calculating expression, I remained calm. “No, it’s such a rare chance to win, I never expected it to be me.” She looked at me suspiciously as if trying to find a flaw in my face. “Then why did you look at it for so long? Let me see.” My mom snatched the scratch-off from my hands. In my previous life, she had done the same thing, taking the ticket from me and checking the numbers. At that time, when she confirmed I had won the big prize, she hugged and kissed me happily. “Good thing I listened to you and bought this ticket. Our family is finally rich!” But this time, even though she was my mother, I wouldn’t trust her blindly anymore. My mom carefully compared the numbers, confirming I hadn’t won. She angrily threw the ticket in the trash. “I told you not to waste that twenty. Now look, it’s just a worthless piece of paper.” She couldn’t stop complaining, dragging me out of the store. I ignored her, following quietly behind her as we went home. Once we were back, my mom put on a long face and started crying about our financial struggles. She sobbed, saying that the landlord had suddenly raised the rent and we had to pay up in two days, or we’d have to move out. She even asked me for the money I had saved from my part-time job to cover the rent. Azuria City was a big city, and rent wasn’t cheap. The money I made from working part-time barely covered anything. I had to support both myself and my mom, and it was never enough. In my previous life, my mom had even pressured me to borrow money online to pay the rent. Luckily, I had won the lottery, or she would’ve insisted on that. Back then, I had suggested buying a house for us to live in, but my mom said buying a house was a big decision, and in the end, she chose to rent a pricey apartment in the city center. That place was very close to where my dad and Wilbur lived. I suspected that was when my mom started to feel affection for my dad again, forgetting all about the sacrifices I had made for her. Now, facing the same problem with rent, I decided I wouldn’t give her any more money. “Mom, the rent’s too high in the city. I really can’t afford it. Didn’t Grandpa leave you that house in the countryside before he passed? You can move back there. After all, you don’t need to work.” My mom seemed to sense something off. She stared at me, her voice taking on a deeper tone. “Alisha, are you hiding something from me?” My heart skipped a beat.

My mom stared at me suspiciously and asked, “Did you win the lottery and want to keep it all to yourself without telling me?” I quickly regained my composure, deliberately emptied my wallet from the drawer, and showed it to her. “You know exactly how much money I have, don’t you? It’s all right here. If you don’t believe me, I’ll give you twenty bucks. Go buy a lottery ticket and try your luck. If you win, we can both enjoy the prize.” My mom laughed awkwardly and put the money back into my wallet, her tone softening. “I’m not saying I don’t believe you, it’s just that I feel that is strange. Why suddenly don’t you want to live with me? Are you starting to dislike me?” I couldn’t help but sneer inwardly. I understood what she was worried about. She was worried that if I really won, she wouldn’t get her share. She had spent years molding me into someone she could rely on, someone she could always take from. She would never let me go easily. Taking a deep breath, I gently suggested, “Mom, it’s not that I dislike you. I’m just thinking about our financial situation. I heard Dad bought a small apartment for Wilbur, and it’s empty. If things get tough, maybe you could try talking to him.” The moment I mentioned Wilbur’s apartment, her face immediately darkened. She shut me down harshly. “That apartment is your dad’s gift to Wilbur. Don’t even think about it. As for the rent, you need to figure it out fast, or we’ll be homeless.” With that, she turned on her heels and went out to play with her friends. As always, he pushed the problem onto me. I didn’t care. I just called Wilbur. “Wilbur, before Grandpa passed, he left Mom an inheritance. If you behave well, she plans to leave it all to you. I won’t fight you for it. Don’t ask Mom about it. You should use your actions to win her over.” Before he could ask more, I hung up the phone. With my mom off having fun with her friends, I quickly disguised myself and made sure no one would recognize me before heading to the lottery office to claim my prize. This time, I was extra careful. I split the winnings into three parts and deposited them in different banks. To finally escape the nightmare of my original family, I started preparing my study-abroad documents. But the next day, my mom noticed something was off.   “Alisha, why haven’t you gone to work these past couple of days?” My mom asked me. I pointed to the computer screen. “I picked up a few freelance jobs online, and I’m planning to continue preparing for grad school.” “Grad school?” My mom’s reaction was explosive. “Look at our situation, and you still want to go to grad school? The money you’re earning won’t even cover your tuition! I’m relying on you in the future!” I fell silent, staring at her without responding. She seemed to realize she’d overreacted and tried to soften her tone. “Alisha, it’s not that I don’t want you to study. It’s just that I’ve never been able to earn enough money. You see, Wilbur just finished his SATs. His college expenses and future wedding costs can’t all come from your dad. You’ll have to chip in too, don’t you think?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “Wilbur isn’t my son. I’m not obligated to save money for him. Besides, I’m grown now. I have the right to decide my own future.” My mom choked on her words, a flash of anger and disgust passing through her eyes. But in the next moment, she started wiping away fake tears, acting pitiful. “Alisha, are you just trying to hurt my feelings? Wilbur has never had a mother’s love. How poor is he? Today, he even told me he wants to invite us to stay in his apartment…” I smirked. “Well, isn’t that great? You can move in with him and finally reunite with your son. Maybe you can even remarry Dad. Didn’t you say the other day that he’s changed?” In my past life, my mom had teamed up with my dad and Wilbur to betray me. For years, she had relied on me working to keep us afloat, but after I won the lottery, she pushed me into hell. This time, I would make them feel the same suffering I once did. I showed my mom a picture from my phone. “Mom, I saw Dad getting close to a woman from the same neighborhood recently. He even bought her a designer bag. If you don’t act fast, Wilbur might start calling someone else ‘Mom’…” My mom froze, her face turning pale as she took in the picture. Then she erupted in fury. “That bag costs twenty or thirty thousand dollars! How dare your dad spend that much money on another woman! Wilbur will need money in the future!” I was pleased to see her bite, ready to fuel her anger even more. But then she suddenly changed the topic. Her eyes narrowed, and she stared at me intently. “Alisha, tell me the truth. Are you planning to go abroad?” My heart skipped a beat. I tried to cover it up by typing on the keyboard. “Mom, I wish I could, but do I even have the money for it?” But my mom suddenly grabbed my hand, her voice laden with meaning. “Alisha, do you know what news I came across today? Just yesterday, someone from your school’s neighborhood won twenty million dollars at that lottery store! “Who do you think it was?” My heart sank, and I tried to stay calm. “There are so many people who buy lottery tickets. How would I know? Besides, didn’t you check it already?” She smiled faintly, her eyes glinting with suspicion. “I already went to the lottery store. Guess what the owner said?” Her gaze felt like a snake’s, coiling tighter with each passing second. My heart raced. “Could it be… she already knows?” I thought.

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Upon entering the abortion room at the maternity hospital where I was dispatched to assist, I was stunned to find my wife, Mia Rodriguez, lying on the operating table. Beside her, a handsome young man held her hand tightly, his face etched with guilt. “Mia, it’s all my fault for being careless. That outfit of yours was just too tempting; I couldn’t resist,” he confessed, his voice tinged with remorse. “It’s okay, as long as you’re happy and comfortable, I’d do anything for you,” Mia responded with a tender smile, her eyes unable to hide the affection she felt for him. However, she remained oblivious to the fact that the one about to perform the abortion was none other than her own husband.   As I pushed open the door to the operating room, I froze in place. I never expected to find my wife, Mia, lying on the surgical table. Just last night, she had been in her nurse’s uniform, nestled in my arms, whispering sweet nothings. She had said, her eyes sparkling with excitement, “Darling, today marks our seven-year wedding anniversary. I can’t wait to spend a romantic, passionate night with you. “No precautions this time; it’s time we had a baby. “Too bad it’s that time of the month. I just bought this new uniform and wanted to serve you…” Mia and I had been together for five years and married for seven. Over time, the initial spark had faded. As a dance instructor, she was devoted to maintaining her figure and had resisted the idea of having children. So, in recent years, our intimate moments had dwindled. Even when we did find the time, precautions were always taken. Hearing her talk about wanting a baby filled me with joy, and I hugged her tightly. I had said, “Really, sweetheart? I’ve been wanting a baby for so long! “It’s okay if we can’t right now. Once your period is over, we’ll make it happen!” A hint of relief flashed across Mia’s face, but there was something else in her expression as she nestled her head against my chest, holding me close. “Yes, in a few days, we’ll start our family. I only want to have children with you! I love you forever!” Though I sensed a flicker of unease in her demeanor, I brushed it off, thinking she was just feeling emotional because of her period. I gently kissed her forehead. “Mia, I love you forever too! Marrying you is the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me.” But life had a way of turning the tables. Just last night, Mia had promised to bear my child, professing her eternal love, yet here she was, pregnant with another man’s child, accompanied by her lover for an abortion. The “not convenient” excuse for intimacy wasn’t about her period at all; it was because she was here for a termination. “Ma’am, please have your family sign the surgical consent form. According to your records, you’re married. Is this gentleman your husband?” The department head’s voice cut through the tender moment between Mia and her lover. Mia glanced at the handsome young man, her expression shifting awkwardly, but she nodded. “Yes, yes, he’s my husband!” Those words hit me like a lightning bolt, leaving me momentarily stunned. I turned away, my face pale, and walked out of the operating room, the department head trailing behind me after Mia’s lover signed the paperwork. “Dr. Moore, the surgery is about to begin. Where are you going?” I struggled to suppress the bitterness rising in my throat, my voice trembling. “I’m not feeling well. Please have another doctor take over the surgery.” The department head noticed my distress and didn’t push further, allowing me to leave and rest. As I stumbled out of the hospital and onto the elevated bridge, the cool breeze hit my face, and I could no longer hold back the tears. Mia’s words—”he’s my husband”—echoed in my mind, piercing my heart like a thorn. Twelve years ago, she had proudly announced our relationship to the whole school, clutching my hand. “Listen up, guys! Keep your distance. My boyfriend is Vincent Moore, and he’s the only one for me!” Back then, I was just an average guy with a mediocre family and looks, and aside from decent grades, I had little to offer. Mia, on the other hand, was a star in the dance department. She was tall, stunning, and the center of attention for many boys at school. Someone like her and someone like me? We were worlds apart. Yet fate had a strange way of weaving lives together. One fateful day, I saved her from drowning after she fainted by the water’s edge, and that moment changed everything. After caring for her for a few days, our feelings deepened rapidly, and we naturally fell in love. Our relationship became quite the spectacle at school, sparking whispers and curious glances whenever we walked together. “Mia is so beautiful; how did she end up with a guy like him?” “Seriously, look at him—he’s dressed like he just walked off a street corner. He’s obviously broke.” “Honestly, what could our campus queen possibly see in him? She could do better with just about anyone else!” The mocking stares and malicious comments made me want to shrink into myself. Just when I felt utterly humiliated, Mia firmly took my hand and boldly declared our relationship to the entire school. Mia said she only liked me! She didn’t care about my background or my average looks; she loved me for who I was, promising to be with me for life. Twelve years later, I still can’t forget that night. Mia stood in the moonlight, her expression soft, gazing at me as countless classmates watched in awe. Then she kissed me. “Vincent, you’re my one and only for this lifetime.” That moment was incredibly romantic, and I was deeply moved. That memory was beautiful. But today, she shattered every wonderful recollection she had given me. “Mia… “Why? “Why would you betray our love? “Why break the promises you made? “What on earth could drive you to this?” Standing on the elevated bridge, I shouted like a madman, my voice echoing into the cold night air.

I stumbled home in a daze, the weight of the world pressing down on my shoulders. As I looked around the empty living room, the reality hit me like a ton of bricks. The woman who would always have dinner ready for me, no matter how late I got home, the one who would smile and say, “Honey, you’ve worked so hard,” was nowhere to be found. What was once a warm and cozy home now felt cold and desolate. The chill seeped into my bones, filling me with a sense of revulsion and despair. I stepped into our bedroom and lay down on the bed we shared, staring at the wedding photo on the nightstand. In it, we wore bright smiles, radiating happiness. But then my mind flashed back to the scene in the operating room, Mia whispering sweet nothings to her lover, her eyes sparkling with affection. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. I mused, “Mia, you promised you would love only me for a lifetime! How could you change so quickly? And now you’re carrying someone else’s child.” Five years of sweet romance, seven years of what I thought was a happy marriage, reduced to a cruel joke. I buried my face in the sheets and sobbed, my tears soaking the fabric. Everything that had happened today felt like a nightmare dragging me into an endless abyss. Maybe if I woke up, I’d find that Mia still loved me. But the sharp pain in my chest was a constant reminder that everything was real. Mia had truly betrayed me. She had betrayed her promises, our marriage. Curled up on the bed, clutching my chest, I felt an anguish that pierced my heart, as if I were being shot through with arrows. I cried until I thought I would run dry. I lost track of how the afternoon passed, but finally, Mia came home. She walked into the bedroom, and when she saw me curled up in bed, her eyes widened in shock. “Vincent, what… what are you doing home? Are you sick?” She rushed over, placing her hand on my forehead, worry etched across her face. “It’s my fault for working late. I had to cover for a student who’s competing soon. I thought you’d be working late too. If you’re feeling unwell, you should’ve called me! I would’ve come right back to take care of you.” I shot her a glance, a smirk of sarcasm appearing on my face. She really didn’t even bother to prepare a lie. If I hadn’t been sent to the women’s hospital this morning, witnessing her lying on the operating table with her lover, I might have actually believed her. I had once trusted her completely. Seeing me unresponsive, Mia gently lay down beside me, wrapping her arms around my neck. “Sweetheart, are you upset because I wasn’t here to take care of you? Don’t be sad. In a couple of days, once my period is over, I’ll make it up to you. We can finally have a baby, okay?” The scent of antiseptic still clung to her, a reminder of the operating room. Images of her on that table flooded my mind again, and I thought, “You just terminated your lover’s child, and now you want to get pregnant with mine? Mia, how could you be so disgusting, so cheap?” I suddenly pushed her away, shouting, “Get away from me!” Mia stumbled and fell to the floor, shock written all over her face. After five years of dating and seven years of marriage, I had never once raised my voice at her, let alone pushed her. Yet today, I had not only yelled at her but had callously knocked her down. Her eyes filled with tears, and she looked utterly bewildered. “Vincent, what did I do wrong to deserve this? Why are you treating me like this?” I thought, “Oh, what did you do wrong? At this point, do you really think you can hide it from me?” The truth about the abortion almost slipped out, but at the last moment, I swallowed the words back down. Taking a deep breath, I replied, my voice weary, “You didn’t do anything wrong. I just had a rough day at the hospital, and I’m not feeling great. “I still have some things to take care of, so you should stay home tonight.” I cast one last look at Mia, her eyes brimming with tears before I got up and left the house. As I stepped out of the apartment complex, I slumped down on a stone bench by the road, tears streaming down my face. I despised my own weakness and impotence. Even now, faced with the undeniable truth, I still lacked the courage to confront Mia. I feared that if I were to reveal everything, everything I held dear would be shattered. I truly loved her and couldn’t bear the thought of losing her.

I didn’t go to the hospital. Instead, I wandered aimlessly along the road, feeling utterly alone. The city felt enormous, yet I had no idea where to go. I had stayed in this city for Mia, leaving behind family and friends. I once thought that anywhere with Mia would feel like home. But reality hit me hard; after living here for over a decade, this city suddenly felt foreign and cold. I found a roadside stall and ordered a couple of cases of beer, drinking one after another. I wanted to get drunk. If I could drown my sorrows, I wouldn’t have to feel the pain or think about everything that had happened. Just then, a graceful figure suddenly sat down next to me. I looked up to see a beautiful face staring back at me. It was Rebecca West, my classmate from middle school. She was also my first love, even if it was just a fleeting two-month fling. Years had passed, but I recognized her immediately. “Vincent! Long time no see. What are you doing here drinking alone?” Rebecca smiled softly, but her eyes were filled with concern. “Rebecca…” Seeing my old friend after so many years made my eyes well up, and tears began to flow again. Rebecca was taken aback, quickly pulling out a tissue to help me wipe my tears. “Vincent, please don’t cry. If something’s bothering you, just tell me. I’ll do my best to help.” Her voice was soothing as she comforted me, and then Rebecca poured us both another drink. “Today, I’m here to keep you company.” After a couple more drinks together, I finally began to calm down and share everything that had happened. I recounted how I met Mia, fell in love, got married, and then discovered her betrayal just yesterday. Speaking it all out loud eased some of the pressure I had been feeling inside. After I finished, Rebecca sat in silence for a moment before asking, “So, what are you planning to do? Are you going to divorce her?” I paused, unsure of how to respond. I mused, “Divorce?” To be honest, I didn’t want to. I still loved her. Even after everything—her betrayal and the fact that she was carrying another man’s child—I still loved her. I felt pathetic for it. Seeing my silence, Rebecca seemed to understand my thoughts. A flicker of disappointment crossed her face, but she quickly composed herself and smiled. “I get it. If you can’t let her go, maybe you should give her another chance. “You’ve been through so much together—getting to know each other, falling in love, and marrying. It hasn’t been easy. “Don’t act impulsively. Talk it out with her. You don’t want to regret it later.” Her words lingered in my mind as I contemplated my next steps. If I couldn’t let her go, then maybe I should give us both a chance to talk. I decided I would confront Mia and have a serious conversation with her. If Mia could recognize her mistakes, leave everything behind, and return to me wholeheartedly, I wouldn’t mind forgiving her and trying to rekindle the beautiful moments we once shared.   After deciding to confront Mia, I said goodbye to Rebecca and headed home. But the house felt eerily empty; Mia was nowhere to be found. A chill crept into my heart. “It’s nearly midnight—where could she be?” I pulled out my phone and dialed her number, waiting impatiently until it was about to hang up. “Hey, honey?” I asked coldly, “Where are you?” “I… I’m at the dance studio. There’s something I need to take care of. Just wait for me at home; I’ll be back as soon as I can.” Her voice was shaky, filled with a mix of panic and guilt. Before I could respond, another voice chimed in on her end. “Mia, stop chatting and come check out my pose! I’m struggling with it, and I need you to help me!” I recognized that voice immediately—it was the handsome young guy from her dance class. So that was why Mia had been working late every night for the past six months. Mia had told me she was putting in extra hours because one of her students had real potential for a national competition. I had congratulated her at the time, completely unaware that she had been lying through her teeth. Hearing the man’s voice, Mia hesitated before whispering to me, “Honey, the intercity dance competition is coming up soon, and Barry is still practicing late. I really need to be there for him…” In the past, I would have trusted her unconditionally, always willing to support her every endeavor. But this time, I cut her off. “Mia, no matter how busy you are, you need to come home tonight. I have something really important to discuss with you!” My firm tone finally triggered Mia’s outburst. My previous endless patience and indulgence had made her intolerant of my sudden assertiveness. She shouted into the phone, “Enough! Vincent, don’t push me! I’m willing to have a baby with you, and you still want more? We’ve been together for years, and you want me home all the time? Isn’t that a bit much?” I thought, “Too much? So, is that why she’s found a younger, handsome guy to spice things up? All those promises she made about loving me forever—were they just empty words? People really can change.” Despite the pain tearing at my heart, I managed to say softly, “Mia, we’ve been together for so long. I’ve never asked you for anything. This time, I’m begging you—please come home. For the sake of our twelve years together, just come back.” Mia seemed to sense something was off in my voice and fell silent, ready to respond. But just then, that boy appeared behind her and wrapped his arms around her. Suddenly, I heard a muffled gasp from Mia, followed by a series of unmistakable sounds—slapping and crashing. She quickly said, “Vincent, I really have to go. Stop making a scene. I’ll explain everything when I get home.” Her voice was laced with breathlessness, and before I could process what was happening, she hung up. My phone slipped from my fingers and fell to the floor as I squeezed my eyes shut in agony and despair. That sound was all too familiar. At that moment, Mia was still tangled up with her young lover. How could she? Just hours earlier, she had undergone an abortion. When it was inconvenient for me, she could just throw caution to the wind and indulge with him. All my hope shattered in an instant. Twelve years of love—what a waste. It felt like I had just fed it to the dogs.   After deciding to let go of this heart-wrenching relationship, I suddenly felt a wave of relief wash over me. I opened my laptop and downloaded a divorce agreement, printing it out with a sense of finality. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I stared intently at the wedding photo of Mia and me. In the picture, we were all smiles, radiating happiness. I could still vividly recall our wedding day—walking down the aisle hand in hand, slipping the diamond ring onto her finger with trembling hands. I had knelt before her, swearing, “I promise to hold your hand and grow old with you, to love you for life, and to never part.” Mia had hugged me tightly, urging me to remember those vows and promising that I could never abandon or betray her—that I must love her forever. And I had kept that promise; even now, my heart belonged solely to her. I hadn’t even touched another woman. But the girl who once boldly declared our love in front of the entire school—who said she would only ever love me—had now turned her back on all those promises. I sat there, wide-eyed, grappling with the reality of Mia’s betrayal. Suddenly, my phone buzzed, and I received a video from an unknown number. Curiosity piqued, I opened it, only to be greeted by a shocking scene—my wife, her long dress hiked up, bent over a table, while a faceless man was taking her from behind. The video was accompanied by a message: [See this? The woman who once belonged to you is now being claimed by me. If you know what’s good for you, step aside. From now on, Mia is mine.] The video and the message hit me like a punch to the gut. Yet, surprisingly, I felt an eerie calm settle over me. Maybe my heart had been so thoroughly shattered that it could no longer feel pain. Just then, I heard the front door open. Mia had finally returned. Her clothes were disheveled, and her hair was a mess—clearly, she had rushed home. At the sight of me, a flicker of guilt crossed her face, but it quickly transformed into defiance as she shouted, “Vincent, what’s with you today? I told you I was on my period! “Why are you throwing a tantrum? “We’ve been married for seven years—can’t you just chill for once? “I’ve had a long day, and I come home to find you sulking. I’m getting fed up with this!” Listening to her barrage of complaints, I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Yeah, you’ve had enough of me, so you’re off to find a new guy to keep things exciting. Sneaking around with your lover at the dance studio while chatting with your husband—doesn’t that just feel exhilarating?” As soon as the words left my mouth, Mia froze, her expression shifting from anger to confusion. “What… what are you talking about? “Who’s cheating? “Vincent, after all these years, how could you say that? Have you lost your mind?” Mia was furious, pointing her finger at me and cursing. I simply watched her, waiting for her to finish her tirade. Then, calmly, I raised my phone and turned the screen toward her, hitting play on the video. Mia’s unmistakable cries echoed from the speaker, and her eyes widened in horror. “You… how do you have that video? “This… this isn’t real! That woman isn’t me, I swear! “Honey, you have to trust me! “I love you too much to betray you!” I couldn’t believe it. The evidence was right in front of her, yet she still had the nerve to deny it. I fixed my gaze on Mia’s pale, panicked face and said coldly, “This morning, the hospital sent me to assist with a procedure. “I saw you on the operating table for your abortion, with your lover right there beside you. “Do you want me to recount your conversations and everything else? “You say you love me—this is how you show it?” My voice rose in anger as I slammed the divorce agreement onto her face. Mia’s expression went blank, and she crumpled to the floor.

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A car accident changed my life forever. I lost my vision while saving my fiancée, Sabrina Cross. Her tireless care and devotion touched me deeply, and I vowed to love her for the rest of my life. On her birthday, while preparing a surprise gift for her, I tripped on the stairs and fell. By some twist of fate, I regained my sight. Overwhelmed with joy, I planned to surprise her that evening. But my excitement was shattered by the man who walked in behind her. “Darling, I’m so tired today. I’m going to bed early. Love you,” Sabrina said, kissing me lightly on the cheek before heading toward the bedroom—her hand in his. ***** Sitting on the couch, I couldn’t take my eyes off the clock. My heart was filled with anticipation as I imagined Sabrina’s reaction to the news that my sight had returned. I pictured her face, the features I hadn’t seen in over a year, and my excitement grew. By ten o’clock, she still wasn’t home. She’d promised to come back early to celebrate her birthday. As the hours dragged on, disappointment crept in. I reminded myself of how hard she’d been working since my accident, taking on the full weight of running the company. She was probably still busy. I pushed aside my frustration, placed the gift box on the table, and headed to the kitchen. Just as I was about to start cooking, the front door creaked open. Sabrina stepped in, her white knee-length dress perfectly outlining her figure. Her flushed cheeks, a hint of drunkenness, made her all the more stunning. My breath caught. She looked just as beautiful as I remembered, if not more. Desire and longing swelled within me. I quickly walked toward her, wanting to pull her into my arms and tell her that I would take care of her from now on. But I froze mid-step. The smile on my face faltered, replaced by an icy chill. Behind Sabrina stood Harry Cooper, my driver. As soon as he walked in, his hand found its way to her waist, caressing her possessively. Sabrina playfully pushed him away, glancing nervously in my direction. Her eyes silently warned him of my presence. Harry, undeterred, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her. His gaze flicked to me, filled with a mocking challenge. Fury boiled within me. I wanted to yank Sabrina out of his embrace and teach him a lesson he’d never forget. But Harry suddenly let go of Sabrina and silently mouthed a question, “Can he see us?” I caught every word, my ability to read lips making his message crystal clear. “Impossible. The doctors said his sight would never return. Otherwise, all our plans would’ve been for nothing. You’re overthinking it. Let’s wait for the right time and get rid of him,” Sabrina responded silently. Sabrina glanced nervously at me again. Seeing no reaction, her fear subsided, and she discreetly reassured him with a calming gesture. I stared at her, disbelief washing over me. Was this really my wife? We had been so in love and had already registered our marriage. If it hadn’t been for the accident, our wedding ceremony would have taken place six months ago. Yet their secret exchange filled me with a bone-deep coldness. The words I wanted to demand from her died on my lips. Harry’s eyes roamed over me, searching for any signs of clarity. I forced myself to remain calm, allowing my expression to return to that of a blind man. My gaze was vacant as I walked forward. “Sabrina, is that you? Are you tired?” I asked. As I neared Harry, Sabrina hurriedly pulled him aside. She rolled her eyes and silently mouthed to him, “See? He’s blind. Now believe me and wait for me in the bedroom.” “I’m back. Sorry for being late. Work was hectic today,” she said aloud. “You must be exhausted. I made a cake and got you a gift. Let’s enjoy it before you head to bed,” I offered. She took my hand, leading me to the couch. Her eyes landed on the gift box, a flicker of disdain flashing across her face.

I had envisioned a romantic evening for the two of us. To ensure our privacy, I sent my caretaker home after Sabrina left for work. But by the afternoon, I realized I hadn’t prepared a gift for her. Determined to surprise her, I ventured out alone. With my guide dog assisting me, everything went smoothly at first. But as I entered the building, I asked the dog to hold the elevator while I fetched something nearby. In my brief absence, I made a misstep on the stairs and tumbled down, hitting my head against a planter. The sharp pain was followed by a wave of dizziness. Slowly, light returned to my vision. Overcome with exhilaration, I hastily gathered my belongings and returned home, oblivious to the dirt and damage on the gift box. When Sabrina arrived, she noticed the state of the box immediately. “Wow, you really went all out, didn’t you? Did you fall or something? You shouldn’t go out on your own anymore.” Her words stung, and I realized the smile on her face wasn’t one of care—it was a smirk. She opened the box and pulled out the necklace inside. With barely a glance, she tossed it onto the table, her disinterest plain. The faint twitch at the corner of my mouth betrayed my frustration. It wasn’t a particularly beautiful necklace. Anyone could see that. But what I hadn’t expected was how effortlessly she would handle me, lying to my face with such ease. Leaning down, she kissed me softly. Her voice turned syrupy sweet as she said, “I love the necklace. I’m just too tired to eat cake tonight. I’ll go shower first and join you later.” As she walked toward the guest bedroom, she glanced back to see if I was following. Noticing that I wasn’t, her face relaxed in an instant. I waited a moment before silently approaching the door. Peeking through the small gap, I saw them inside. Their kisses were heated, their clothes slowly falling away. The realization hit me like a punch to the gut. This wasn’t the first time. I clenched my fists tightly, the betrayal gnawing at me like a swarm of ants. The pain was unbearable, and yet I was powerless to stop it. Sabrina had once been my secretary. Her sharp, professional demeanor had caught my attention the day we met. As we worked together, I discovered how meticulous and caring she was, not just in her job but in managing my personal life. My admiration for her grew into love. Once I realized my feelings, I didn’t hesitate to confess them. At first, she rejected me, citing the gap between our statuses. Her refusal only strengthened my resolve to win her over. After months of persistence, she finally said yes. For a time, everything was perfect. But that illusion shattered the day after I proposed. Sabrina and I had planned to shop for wedding dresses, try on makeup, and take engagement photos. As soon as we left the neighborhood, Harry mentioned he’d forgotten his phone in the restroom and needed to retrieve it. Since he had an important client to pick up later, I agreed. Sabrina lit up, saying, “I’ll grab the sapphire necklace you gave me. It’ll match the blue dress I’ve been eyeing.” Her excitement was infectious, and I didn’t think twice about letting her go. When Sabrina returned, she was crossing the street back to the car when I noticed a speeding BMW turning the corner. I jumped out to protect her, but there wasn’t enough time. With all the strength I could muster, I pushed her to safety. The car’s side mirror struck me, sending me sprawling to the ground. My head hit the pavement with a sickening thud. I thought I might die that day, but instead, I woke up blind. When Sabrina learned of my condition, she collapsed, sobbing uncontrollably. Or so I’d believed.

Since the accident, Sabrina had been by my side, tirelessly caring for me. At least, until tonight, she’d never given me a reason to feel uneasy. Every night, she would gently guide me to the bathroom if I needed to get up, her quiet breathing in the darkness filling me with warmth and a sense of gratitude. I couldn’t believe she would suddenly betray me. Maybe Harry had taken advantage of my blindness to threaten her. I kept making excuses for her in my mind. But the very next moment, all those excuses were obliterated, like a harsh slap across my face. Harry, half-dressed, emerged from the guest room, holding Sabrina in his arms. Her flushed face radiated a shameless glow as he carried her to the couch and laid her down, leaning over her with a smirk. “This is the real thrill,” Harry said with a grin. “You think he’ll realize what a fool he’s been?” “Don’t ruin this for me,” Sabrina replied sharply. “I’ve put up with so much just to climb higher in life. Don’t mess it up now.” “Fine, I get it,” Harry muttered, kissing her neck. Watching their intimate display, my heart felt like it was being ripped apart. I’d thought Sabrina and I had something real, but now it was painfully clear—I was just a pawn in her game, chosen for my wealth and status. If she had Harry and already controlled the company, why did she still act so gentle toward me every night? Confusion swirled in my mind, and I failed to notice someone entering the house from outside. Disgusted by the sight of them, I decided to retreat to my room and figure out my next steps. But as I stood, a wave of anger surged through me. Why should I suffer in silence while they indulged in their deceitful happiness? If they wanted to play dirty, then none of us would get away unscathed. “Sabrina, are you out of the shower? What’s that noise?” I called out. Harry and Sabrina froze mid-embrace, their expressions turning to shock. A second later, Harry’s face twisted with anger, and I relished his frustration. Sabrina, meanwhile, clamped a hand over her mouth to stifle any sound. Feigning obliviousness, I muttered while heading toward my room, “Could it be the dog causing trouble? Never mind, I’ll ask the caretaker to clean it up tomorrow.” As I shut my bedroom door, I caught a glimpse of Harry hurling a tissue to the floor, his expression livid. “I can’t wait anymore,” he mouthed angrily, his eyes filled with malice. “We need to act fast. This is driving me insane.” Every time? So this wasn’t the first time they’d brought their affair into my home. I laughed bitterly as tears rolled down my cheeks. How pathetic. My wife had been cheating right in front of me for a year, and I hadn’t noticed. The thought of my devotion being trampled so carelessly filled me with fury. I stormed into the bathroom, letting cold water cascade over my head, washing away the last remnants of affection I had for Sabrina. She wanted my money and my company. She feared I might jeopardize her plans and wanted me out of the picture. Fine. Let her think I was still blind. I’d be ready, waiting for them to walk right into their own trap. At that moment, I made a decision—I’d keep up the blind act and watch as they dug their own graves. And Sabrina? If she could play me, I could just as easily cut her out of my life. When I emerged from the bathroom, Sabrina was already lying in bed, feigning innocence. Fighting the revulsion rising in my chest, I lay beside her, determined not to reveal my hand.   Whether it was the weight of knowing their scheme or the joy of regaining my sight, I couldn’t sleep. In the middle of the night, a small, delicate hand rested on my waist. I stiffened, remembering what those hands had been doing just hours ago. Anger flared, and I pushed them away. But they returned, hesitating as if uncertain. Infuriated, I grabbed the arm to force it away, only to notice a small mole on the wrist. This wasn’t Sabrina’s hand. Sabrina was meticulous about her appearance and would have had any blemish removed immediately. Startled, I turned over to see a different woman lying in the bed. “Who are you?” I demanded. Her face was streaked with tears, and she remained silent. But her familiar scent told me who she was—the woman who had always been by my side at night. Seeing my anger, she trembled and quickly grabbed her phone, typing a message. “I’m Claire Dawson, your caretaker. Your wife instructed me…” Halfway through, she tossed the phone aside and took my hand, tracing letters on my palm. She thought I still couldn’t see. Her careful movements revealed the truth: Claire was mute, having lost her voice due to a fever that had damaged her vocal cords. “Use your phone to write. I can see now,” I said gently. Her eyes widened in shock, but there was a trust in her expression that I hadn’t expected. Perhaps it was because of the nights we spent together? As she typed, the hatred boiling inside me deepened. Sabrina had orchestrated this. She thought pairing me, a blind man, with a mute caregiver would make it easier to hide her betrayal. Claire explained that she needed the money to treat her mother’s illness. That was why she had agreed to Sabrina’s terms, which required her to keep her identity a secret. Thinking back on the gratitude I’d felt for Sabrina’s care, now revealed as a lie, left me bitter. A sudden thought struck me like lightning. If tonight’s betrayal was real, what about the car accident? Could it have been planned? I replayed the details in my mind. The police had claimed brake failure caused the crash. But at the time, I had let Sabrina handle everything, consumed by my guilt and depression. What if they had orchestrated it all? Perhaps they hadn’t gotten out of the car to grab something. Maybe they were trying to lure me out. Claire noticed my distant expression and gently shook my arm, holding her phone up again. “I’m sorry for not doing enough. Please don’t send me away. I want to have this baby.” A baby? I hadn’t expected Claire to be pregnant. Regardless, I wasn’t going to abandon her. After reassuring her, I stepped out of the bedroom. Standing in front of the guest room door, I could feel my anger burning hotter with each passing moment. If they dared make a move, I would make sure they paid the price. I didn’t have to wait long—within three days, they struck.

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My mother-in-law and her lover had sex in front of my daughter, and she even planned to let her lover live in the house that I bought. And while I was away, her lover attempted to molest my daughter but failed. I was furious, but my mother-in-law turned the tables and accused my daughter of seducing her lover and scolded my daughter for being a slut. My husband, who had cheated on me, didn’t care about it and thought my daughter deserved it. I then accidentally saw the message from my husband’s mistress, and I immediately set up a show. I wanted to make those who truly deserved it suffer the consequences. Did they want to control me? No way! ***** Just as I opened the door, I heard a woman’s passionate moans. I got closer and took a look. Then, I was stunned. My mother-in-law, Ashley Morgan, and her lover, Gary Walsh, were kissing passionately on the sofa. The two had their clothes half-undressed, and Gary was still caressing Ashley’s body. I walked towards my room awkwardly, only to find my daughter, Stella Morgan, poking her head out. “Mom, what are Grandma and Gary doing?” I felt nervous and quickly covered Stella’s eyes. “Stella, go do your homework.” Similar situations had happened many times. Before, Ashley had just cuddled up on the sofa with Gary, but they were getting more and more outrageous. Staying in the room with Stella, I found Ashley’s moans became louder and louder as if they were going to lift the ceiling off. I quickly put headphones on Stella and said, “Stella, why don’t you listen to some music?” After the sex outside calmed down, I walked out quickly and pulled Ashley aside. I said, “Ashley, Stella is at home. Can you go to the room with Gary?” It was Ashley’s private matter, and I didn’t want to get involved in it before. But Stella was still in kindergarten and was so young. She couldn’t be exposed to such matters between men and women so early. But Ashley’s expression changed immediately. She said, “Brittany, what do you mean? You are not satisfied with being a housekeeper, so you want to even control me, right?” I explained to Ashley in a gentle voice, “Ashley, Stella is on summer vacation. She is still a child. We can’t let her be exposed to these things so early.” But Ashley shook my hand away, saying, “Why should I accommodate that little bitch? I’ve wasted my money to feed her. How dare she make me feel wronged?” My smile disappeared at once. Ashley had always favored boys over girls. Ever since I gave birth to Stella, her attitude towards me and Stella had become worse and worse. Ashley snorted coldly, “If a woman is good in bed, she won’t be kicked out. I’m helping you educate your daughter for free, and you should thank me.” With that, she swung her butt back to Gary, saying, “My dear, you are so great. You make me feel so good.”

Gary looked decent. He had claimed to be the boss of a company and owned twenty properties in different countries. Such a charming bachelor with a sweet mouth captured Ashley’s heart immediately. However, as far as I knew, Gary had borrowed a lot of money from Ashley, saying that he needed funds for turnover. What happened between her and Gary had nothing to do with me. But I couldn’t let them influence Stella. I had planned to discuss this matter with Elliott Morgan, my husband after he returned from his business trip. Unexpectedly, Ashley announced to me during dinner that Gary would move in the next day. I refused immediately, saying, “Ashley, Gary is a stranger. It’s not appropriate for him to move in.” If Gary really moved in, I couldn’t imagine how many sex scenes they would perform in front of Stella. Ashley was unreasonable. “This is a notification, not a discussion.” Her sudden anger scared Stella, who was eating, and her fork fell to the ground. Ashley then vented her anger at Stella. “You bitch, you must be complaining about me in front of your mom.” Stella cried out in grievance, saying, “Grandma, I didn’t…” I became serious and said, “Ashley, I bought this house in full, and my name is on the property certificate.” As for Elliott and Ashley, let alone spending money on buying a house, they hadn’t even given me any betrothal gift. I married Elliott at my own expense. When we were about to get married, Elliott had told me bitterly that he was born into a single-parent family and that it was already hard for Ashley to take care of him, so he was embarrassed to ask her to pay any money. Elliott had just entered society and had no savings, but he wanted to have a house for our two, so he asked me to pay for it first. My family was well off, so I didn’t care about this little money. Anyway, it was a house we two were living in. I then spent five million to buy this house in the best location. On the second day after our wedding, Ashley messed around at the door with a small bag in her hand. She said that her son and daughter-in-law lived in such a great house but didn’t invite her. She also called me a vixen who had kidnapped her filial son. But Ashley had sold her old house without leaving any way out for herself. I respected her as Elliott’s mother, so I apologized repeatedly and invited her to live in our house. However, Gary was an outsider. I wouldn’t agree to let him move in. Upon hearing this, Ashley smashed the plate. She said, “We didn’t have any money back then. But you’ve been married for so long. I haven’t treated you unfairly, right? It’s just a small amount of money. Why are you making such a fuss about it?” I sneered angrily, “How did you be nice to me? Why didn’t I feel it at all?” Ashley had said she would come and take care of my diet. I was giving her twenty thousand dollars a month, but she only bought me cheap veggies and secretly added extra food to her own meals. When Stella was born, Ashley hated me even more. She cursed me for being her nemesis, for killing her long-cherished grandson. When I was in confinement after giving birth, she disliked the strong smell on me and said that I was being pretentious, lying in bed all day and not going to work to earn money to support the family. Ashley slammed the table. “Because you are blind. I am your elder. You have to listen to me.”

I became serious and said, “If you insist on doing this, I will not give you a penny of alimony.” Twenty thousand dollars a month in alimony was no small amount of money. When it came to money, Ashley suddenly became dispirited. Then, the matter of Gary moving in disappeared for a few days. A week later, I was working when I received a call from Stella. She hid in the bathroom and cried, saying, “Mom, where are you now? Come back soon and save me. I’m so scared.” I immediately put down the work I was doing and drove quickly back home. I didn’t even have time to wait for the elevator, and I ran up to the sixth floor in one breath. Then, I saw a scene that made me furious. Ashley made Stella kneel in front of her and hit Stella’s legs mercilessly with a clothes hanger. Stella turned pale with pain and almost fainted. In a rage, I questioned her, “Ashley, what are you doing?” I rushed over and pushed her to the ground. I held Stella in my arms. “Stella, don’t cry. I’m sorry I’m late.” Ashley got up from the ground and reached out to grab my hair. “Brittany, are you rebelling?” I quickly dodged. Then, I became more serious and yelled at Ashley, “If you come over here again, I will slap you.” Ashley was frightened and stood there in a daze. “Stella, tell me what happened.” I carried Stella to the sofa and patted her back. Stella had delicate skin. Her knees were bleeding from kneeling, and there were bruises on her thighs. When I looked up to apply the ointment to her, I saw the slap mark on her face. Stella was sobbing and was obviously quite frightened. She said, “Mom, Gary touched my belly and tried to take off my clothes. His mouth stinks. So I ran to the bathroom and hid.” Ashley screamed, “You slut! You tried to seduce him. He is mine. How could he possibly be interested in a little bitch like you? “If you weren’t wearing a skirt at home and pouting your ass off waiting to be fucked, why would my dear touch you?” I was furious as I heard this. Then, I yelled at Ashley, “Shut up!” Ashley held her head high. “Children take after their mothers. You must have been having affairs outside, so you raised such a lewd bitch, right?”   Ashley felt it was not enough to insult Stella like this. She even came over and raised the clothes hanger towards Stella. At this point, all my respect for elders disappeared. My courtesy depended on people. How could Ashley, who was worse than an animal, deserve my respect? I grabbed the hanger and kicked Ashley hard in the stomach. “Apologize to Stella!” Ashley widened her eyes and got up from the ground. “Damn it! How dare you do this to me? I’m your mother-in-law.” According to the injury on Stella’s face, I retaliated against Ashley in her way and slapped her in the face. I said, “If you don’t apologize, I’ll keep slapping you.” Ashley covered her face and yelled, “You’re insane. How could I possibly apologize to such a shameless girl? Ouch!” I slapped her five or six times, and she finally got scared. Lying on the ground and gasping for breath, when I was about to continue slapping her, Ashley finally said, “I’m sorry.” That night, Elliott returned from his business trip. I angrily told him what had happened in the past few days. But he ignored me and continued typing on the keyboard. I slammed the computer screen shut. “Are you deaf? Your daughter was bullied by a creepy man.” Elliott rubbed his ears. “Nothing happened anyway. Why are you so anxious?” I pulled his collar in disbelief and raised my voice. “Elliott, are you out of your mind? “If anything really happens, I will take Ashley and her adulterer to court.” “Alright.” Elliott stood up and pushed me away. “Be more respectful. She is my mother. By the way, I have something to discuss with you.” I was so angry that I didn’t want to talk to him. Elliott held the clothes he needed to change after his bath and said, “I agree to Gary moving in.”   I raised my head sharply and looked at him in disbelief. Elliott continued to persuade me, “I come from a single-parent family. My mother took care of me since I was a child and never accepted advances from other men. “Now that she has Gary by her side, I feel relieved. “As for Stella, she’s just a girl with a skinny body. It’s not a big deal if she’s touched a few times. My mom said that Gary touched her because she was wearing a skirt. It takes two to tango.” I was so angry that I sneered, “Elliott, this matter is non-negotiable. I bought this house. If you stand on your mother’s side, let’s get a divorce. You and your mother pack up your things and get out.” Elliott was fearless. “Then let’s get a divorce. You have a lot of property over the years, right? As long as you are willing to give me half, I will leave with my mother immediately.” He then turned and went into the bathroom, even humming a song happily. I stood there with a raging rage boiling in my heart. Before I got married, I had planned to notarize my pre-marital property. But Elliott had coaxed me with sweet words, “Honey, my body, mind, and life are all yours. Why do you have to do that? “I love you, and we will grow old together.” Hearing this, I was moved because I was deeply in love with him. Under the guidance of Elliott, I then paid for the house in full and got the marriage license with him. My moment of weakness was now a means for Elliott to control me. I said to myself, “No, I cannot give in.” I opened my laptop again and planned to check the local marriage laws. However, I found that there was a WhatsApp chat box on the screen that Elliott had forgotten to exit. The avatar was of a young woman, and the name was “Baby Lily”. Lily sent him a message: [Honey, when are you going to divorce? I’ve been waiting for this day, even in my dreams.] I went through the chat logs and found out that Elliott had been cheating on me for a long time.   The records showed that his business trip of half a month this time was an excuse. In fact, he had spent my money and taken Lily on a trip. Elliott was in love and had been entirely bewitched by Lily. In order to satisfy Lily’s materialistic nature, he lied to Lily and said that the house worth five million dollars had been bought by him. He even said that Lily could move in as long as he divorced me. Lily obviously didn’t believe it and had asked for the address of the house several times. But Elliott was afraid of being bumped into by me, so he made up other excuses. Just then, Lily sent another photo of them in bed and a message to him: [Dear, I really want to have sex with you in your wedding room. Please tell me your address quickly.] The water in the bathroom was running, and I clenched my fists.   I knew there was something wrong with this marriage from the moment Stella was born. Elliott was unhappy that Stella was a girl and kept pestering me to have another child. But the doctor had said that my uterine wall was thin, and there was a possibility of heavy bleeding if I had another child. Now, I was excited when I found out that Elliott was cheating on me. Didn’t Elliott want to get a divorce and split the property with me in half? Now, he had revealed his true colors, and that wouldn’t happen. I came up with a plan. Then, I sent Lily my home address in Elliott’s tone: [You can come and see the house tomorrow afternoon at three. My wife is at home now. Don’t send me any messages. Wait for me to contact you first.] After taking screenshots and saving all the evidence of Elliott’s cheating, I deleted those chat records just now. Tomorrow, Ashley would have fun outside, and Elliott had to go to work. So, neither of them would be at home. I asked for leave from my boss and used Ashley’s phone to send a message to Gary, asking him to come over here tomorrow. The play was about to begin. I thought, “Elliott, Ashley, just suffer the consequences you deserve.”

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Three years ago, my husband, Liam West, died because of me. I was ruined, stripped of my medical license. His dream girl, Bianca Hayes, took over my position and basked in the admiration of others. Three years later, I ran into my supposedly dead husband at the hospital. I trembled as I called out his name, but he only looked at me with confusion. “Who are you?” he asked. ***** When Liam, the husband I thought had died three years ago, appeared before me, I was on my knees polishing someone’s shoes. He was holding Bianca close as they came for her prenatal checkup. At first, I didn’t dare believe it was him. I hid behind a pillar, watching him for what felt like an eternity. But I couldn’t stop myself—I ran toward him, grabbed his hand, and asked over and over if he was Liam. Tears streamed down my face, unstoppable, as if a floodgate had been opened. But the man in front of me remained cold and distant, staring at me like I was a stranger. He pushed me away and wrapped his arm protectively around Bianca. “Who are you?” he said coldly. Bianca shot me a disdainful glance and then smirked. “Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten—your husband’s dead, remember? What are you doing grabbing my husband? Have you no shame?” I stumbled backward, shoved aside like trash. “What are you doing here? Get back to mopping!” The cleaning supervisor kicked me to the ground, and I rolled helplessly to a stop right at Liam’s feet. He looked me over with disdain, his gaze sweeping from my hunched figure to my gnarled hands and wrinkled face. Then he smirked, full of mockery. Bianca emerged with her test results, clicking her tongue in disgust as she stomped right across my hand. Pain shot through me, sharp and searing. I cried out, “Liam!” But he didn’t even look back. He opened the car door and drove off without a second thought. The head nurse, who had never liked me, walked over with a sneer. She grabbed my ear between her fingers and twisted cruelly. “What’s the matter? Still think you’re some kind of top-notch heart surgeon, Dr. Lena Foster? Get it through your head—you’re just a janitor now. And if you keep slacking off, you can kiss even this job goodbye.” Her spit sprayed across my face as she berated me. A few onlookers who didn’t know the whole story tried to speak up for me, asking the nurse to go easier on me. But she only laughed scornfully. She eagerly began recounting my past. “Don’t you know about the infamous ‘Doctor Murderer’? That’s her! She used her own husband as a test subject for an experimental surgery and ended up killing him on the operating table. A cold-blooded monster—she deserves everything she’s going through now!” Suddenly, the scandal that had haunted me three years ago resurfaced in vivid detail. The crowd’s accusing eyes bore into me, and I fled in panic, running until I reached my tiny rented room. Inside, I tended to my injured hand, tears streaming down as I stared at my deformed fingers. Once, these hands had saved countless lives. But one failed surgery had cost me my husband, my career, and my dignity. Now, whenever it rained or the cold wind blew, my hands ached unbearably, as if the chill had settled in my joints. After the failed surgery, social media went into a frenzy, stirring up outrage that led to an attack by Liam’s extremist netizens. His parents were there, but they didn’t stop them. They just stood by, watching as I was beaten. They screamed at me, calling me a murderer, blaming me for their son’s death. That day, my hands were permanently ruined. But the truth? Liam had developed sepsis after surgery because his parents insisted on transferring him to another hospital against medical advice. Yet they told the media it was my fault—that I was trying to shift the blame. Their grief was so convincing, their lies so well-spun, that the media turned me into public enemy number one. I lost my job, my license, and any shred of respect I’d ever had in the field. Once the best in my profession, I was now treated like a pariah. Even companies that weren’t connected to medicine refused to hire me, terrified of the media backlash. Still, I couldn’t let go of the doubts I had about that surgery. That was when Bianca recommended this janitorial job to me. I knew she wasn’t being kind. She just wanted to see me humiliated. But I accepted the job anyway—because I needed answers about what really happened that day. For three years, I never blamed Liam’s parents. Guilt over his death kept me silent, even as I worked multiple jobs to support them financially. And yet, here he was—alive. Married to Bianca, the woman he’d always longed for. Had the surgery accident been an elaborate setup all along? The thought terrified me, but I couldn’t stop my mind from spiraling with questions.

The next morning, out of habit, I got up early to make breakfast for Liam’s bedridden father. When I opened the door, the stench inside was overwhelming. The once-arrogant old man had long since lost his former vigor. Yet even now, he pointed at me, muttering hoarsely through his half-paralyzed mouth, “Bitch! Bitch!” I set the food down in front of him and began to feed him. But for every bite I gave him, he spat it right back out. Usually, I’d patiently wipe his mouth and keep trying until the meal was done. But today, as images of Liam and Bianca flashed through my mind—their jewelry, their laughter—I snapped. I thought of the millions of dollars I’d paid in damages after that surgery. Money I’d scraped together from my life savings and borrowed from my parents. Money that had left my family bankrupt, my parents dead from the shame of it all. Furious, I shoved the hot porridge into his mouth. “Don’t like it? Tough!” I shouted. He coughed violently, spitting the porridge all over me. It was sticky, disgusting. I stormed off to the tiny bathroom to change and wash up. While I was in the middle of changing, I heard voices outside. For a moment, I froze, thinking it might be a burglar. I pressed my ear to the door and listened carefully. “Liam!” It was his mother, her voice choked with tears. My entire body tensed. Liam was here? So they knew he wasn’t dead. Rage bubbled up inside me as I listened. “Mom, I told you not to come looking for me. What if Lena finds out?” Liam’s voice was cold, impatient. “I just thought that now you’re back from overseas, it wouldn’t matter anymore. And besides, Lena’s just a janitor now!” Her voice broke as she began to cry, telling him how hard things had been for them because of my neglect. Liam snapped, “Lena Foster, that bitch! How could she abandon you two like this? You’re her in-laws! And after everything, she nearly killed me with that surgery. How could she just leave you?” “She’s nothing compared to Bianca,” his mother wailed. “If Bianca hadn’t come up with the idea for you to fake your death, swindle Lena out of money, and go abroad for further studies, we’d still be dirt poor!” I cracked the door open just enough to see Liam clap a hand over his mother’s mouth. “Don’t ever bring that up again,” he hissed. “As far as everyone else is concerned, I’m dead. Don’t let Lena find out. I saw her at the hospital the other day. She called out to me, but I pretended not to recognize her. You’d better not blow my cover!” His mother nodded obediently. Liam glanced around, pinching his nose at the smell of the house, and then shot a disgusted look at his drooling, incapacitated father. “I’m leaving,” he said curtly. “Bianca’s in her third trimester. She needs me.” With that, he hurried out the door. His mother trailed after him, calling out for him to stay a little longer. When I finally stepped out, his father was still flailing his arms, pointing at me. It didn’t matter what he was saying. I already knew he was cursing me. That was all he ever did. I glanced at the security camera I’d installed to monitor him, just in case he ever fell. Now, it would serve a different purpose. I retrieved the footage chip and packed up all my belongings from the house, including the money I’d been leaving for Liam’s mother. As I moved to leave, his father flailed more violently, his eyes wide with rage. “Farewell,” I said bitterly. “I’m never stepping foot in this house again.”

After leaving, I began scouring the internet for any trace of Liam. I quickly realized how cautious he’d been. If I hadn’t known him for over a decade—if I hadn’t spent five years sharing a bed with him—I might not have recognized him at all. He still used the same name, but his aura was completely different. The delivery boy-turned-vlogger I used to know was long gone. Now, he was the vice president of a multinational company under Bianca’s mother’s empire. As I looked closer, I noticed subtle changes in his features—his nose and eyes had undergone minor cosmetic surgery. It wasn’t drastic, but it was enough to make him seem like an entirely new person. To make matters worse, he and Bianca had done an exclusive interview, painting him as a doting, devoted husband. Their so-called love story had gone viral, with countless videos romanticizing their relationship and his personal account gaining millions of followers. All of it was built on my suffering. Years ago, Liam’s parents forced me to sell my house and use the proceeds to “compensate” them. At the time, I’d wondered why they still seemed so destitute despite the massive payout. I assumed they were simply hoarding the money. Now I realized it must’ve all gone to Liam. After all, marrying into Bianca’s wealthy family required more than just love—it demanded resources. Fully aware of how much they’d exploited me, I decided to dig deeper. Using Liam’s old identification details, I investigated the crematorium records. Sure enough, no man by his name had been cremated three years ago. I also unearthed footage from interviews his parents gave at the time, where they swore they’d personally escorted his body to the crematorium. Watching it now, I couldn’t help but marvel at their malice. The husband who had shared my life for years had been scheming to destroy me all along. My hands shook as I thought about it, and I accidentally dropped the rag I’d been holding. It landed squarely on Bianca’s foot as she came to check on me. Her face twisted in fury, and she slapped me hard. “Are you blind? Do you want to die? Lick my shoe clean!” I bent down, picked up her dropped test report, and noticed something instantly—her unborn child had been diagnosed with congenital heart defects. It was genetic. Liam had the same condition. Handing the report back to her, I said, “Lick it yourself. I don’t have that kind of fetish.” Her face turned beet red. “You murderer! What are you so smug about? You’re just a janitor now. You’ll do whatever I tell you to!” “Let me remind you, being a janitor doesn’t make me your servant. Get over yourself.” Bianca lunged toward me, seething, but she quickly ran out of breath. Liam appeared just in time to hold her back. “Apologize to my wife!” he demanded. I looked up at him, locking eyes. In that moment, I caught a flicker of fear in his gaze. He was afraid of me. I shook my head. “I said, apologize to my wife! Are you deaf?” he shouted. I met his fury with a calm smile. “I did nothing wrong. Why should I apologize? Now move.” I pushed past him, but before I could take another step, Bianca suddenly collapsed. Doctors rushed to her side, and I glanced back, immediately recognizing the problem. The complications with her pregnancy were severe. Given her condition and the baby’s heart defect, only a combined cardiac and obstetric surgery could save them. But the odds weren’t good. With this type of congenital defect, there was a 99% chance both mother and child wouldn’t survive. Back then, I hadn’t had the chance to fully research the condition, and to this day, no one has been able to perform the surgery perfectly. Bianca was wheeled into surgery, and the attending doctors looked at Liam, their faces filled with uncertainty. “What are you waiting for? Save her!” he yelled. Carter, the lead cardiac surgeon, hesitated. “Mr. West, no one’s performed a successful operation like this in years. Research on this type of surgery stopped three years ago.” “Why? Aren’t you doctors? Why haven’t you researched it?” Liam’s eyes reddened as panic overtook him. Carter glanced at me and then back at Liam. “After Dr. Foster’s incident, all studies related to this procedure were suspended. As of now, the only person qualified to operate is…” “Who?” Liam grabbed Carter by the arm, shaking him. “Who’s the only person qualified?” Carter’s gaze landed squarely on me. “Dr. Foster.” Before Liam could say anything, hospital security appeared and blocked his path. “Ms. Lena Foster, we’ve received a report accusing you of stealing surgical equipment. Please come with us.”

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