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My girlfriend always avoided meeting my parents. However, she then played the role of the perfect bride-to-be for her ex-boyfriend, meeting his relatives. And where does she meet them? In the very house I bought as our future home. What she didn’t expect was that I was actually a distant cousin of her ex-boyfriend. She pretended not to know me, clinging sweetly to her ex, saying to everyone, “This house was bought by my husband, paid in full.” All the guests praised how in love the two of them were. Afraid that I might expose her, my girlfriend came over to warn me. “I’m just helping a friend deal with his parents pressuring him to get married. If you mess this up, we’re done.” I offered her my sincere congratulations. “Since my cousin and I seem to have the same taste in both houses and women, I thought he might like the wedding decorations I’ve bought in bulk. I’ll just give them to you.” That finally made her panic. … [What a coincidence my distant cousin and I have. Our wedding homes are in the same neighborhood, with the exact same floor and apartment number. I must have mixed up the buildings.] I secretly texted my girlfriend, Chloe Garcia, venting about this bizarre situation. Just as I hit send, my distant cousin Brady Shaw emerged from the bedroom, hand in hand with his bride-to-be. The crowd cheered, and the bride shyly covered her face. But I stood there, stunned. Until my mother nudged me with her elbow, and said to me, “Look at your cousin, about to get married. And then look at yourself, always talking about bringing your nonexistent girlfriend home. When are you going to introduce us to someone real?” Mom, you’ve already met her. Standing next to another man, looking bashful—that’s my girlfriend Chloe. But I didn’t say a word. I feared my mom might have a heart attack on the spot. When I entered the neighborhood earlier, I found it amusing that my distant cousin and I were so fated to pick homes in the same area. But as I walked further, it got weirder. The same building, the same floor, and then I realized it was even the same apartment. I had the keys safely stored away at home. There was no way they could’ve been exposed. So I assumed I must’ve confused the buildings. But the moment Chloe stepped out, I knew the truth. This sort of thing could only be done by someone close to me. Because we didn’t guard ourselves against those we love. And that made it easier for her to stab me right where it hurt most. Chloe and Brady were the shining stars in the eyes of the guests now, basking in the spotlight. Brady’s arm was wrapped around Chloe’s waist, and she, as if dissatisfied with the closeness, pulled his arm even tighter. The scene played out before me in slow motion, every detail crystal clear. A mix of bitterness and anger surged within me, overwhelming me like a tidal wave. I wanted to leave. But all I could hear were the guests blessing them. “Brady is so lucky to have found such a beautiful wife. They must live a long and happy life together.” “The bride and Brady are such a perfect match. I heard they’ve been together since college. I even saw their pictures once; they were so in love!” Those words rooted me to the spot. I remembered then that Chloe had a college boyfriend with the last name Shaw. Her friends had teased me about how passionate and unforgettable their love had been. Unforgettable enough to linger until now, it seemed. And here I was, the fool in this twisted play. Chloe and Brady made their way through the guests, greeting each one until they finally reached where I stood. When she saw me, Chloe’s eyes flashed with surprise and guilt, but she quickly masked it, maintaining that bright, bridal smile. It was as if she was really a bride-to-be. She pretended not to know me, turning to speak with others, but she grasped my mom’s hand with a sugary smile. “Thank you, Miss. Please make sure you enjoy yourself today.” My mom, unaware that Chloe was my girlfriend, blessed her with genuine warmth and admiration as a distant relative. “You’re a lucky girl, marrying Brady. He’s such a successful young man, and this wedding home is just wonderful,” said my mom. Chloe, not recognizing my mom, mistook her for one of Brady’s relatives and boasted. “This house was bought by my husband as a gift for me, all paid in full.” “Oh my, how sweet! You’re already calling him your husband,” my mom teased. She gave me a nudge as if to say, “See how it’s done? They’ve already bought a house.” But Mom, the one who bought this house in full was your son.

The soon-to-be bride had finished meeting everyone and was ready to head to the restaurant for the next part of the day. I intended to use an excuse to leave early. But Chloe unexpectedly pulled me aside, leading me into a quiet corner. The warm smile she’d worn earlier vanished, replaced by a scowl as she glared at me as if I were her enemy. “I know what you’re up to. I’m just helping a friend deal with his parents pressuring him to get married. He doesn’t want them to worry—he’s just trying to be a good son. I’m doing a good deed here. If you mess this up, we’re done.” Even though she was the one doing something wrong, she could so easily use the threat of breaking up as if our relationship was just a card she could play whenever she liked. I stared at her in disbelief. “But this is our future home. You’re my girlfriend, Chloe.” Chloe shrugged, indifferent. “I told you, it’s just helping out a friend. He’s under so much pressure from his parents, he can hardly breathe. Besides, I don’t mind, so why should you? If it bothers you that much, we can sell the apartment and buy another one later. I’m not even satisfied with the current décor anyway.” The house she now claimed to be unsatisfied with was the same one she had once proudly shown off, boasting about it as if it were hers. I wondered what Chloe found unsatisfying—was it the house or our relationship? A wave of bitterness churned in my stomach like a strong, black coffee, making me feel nauseous. But she didn’t notice my turmoil. Instead, she glanced down at her phone, smiling secretively at whatever message she received. Then she looked up, threw one last impatient remark at me, and hurried off. “I’m leaving now. Don’t bother coming if you’re going to cause trouble.” I stood there, a bitter smile forming on my lips. How could I leave? If I did, how would I witness your happiness? By the time I arrived at the hotel, they had already started eating. Chloe was seated at a separate table, chatting with some older women. She had always claimed to hate dealing with relatives, yet now she seemed perfectly at ease. I guess that complaint had been meant just for me. Brady, meanwhile, was sitting with a group of younger guests. He’d obviously had a few drinks, his face flushed red as he boasted to those around him. I found an empty seat and sat down, just in time to hear Brady said, “This girl, back in college, she just wouldn’t leave me alone—no matter how hard I tried to shake her off. “I had no choice but to take her in, reluctantly, of course. “And now she insists on getting married. Women are such a hassle.” One of the guys played along. “She must have something special to keep you hooked. Otherwise, why would you stay with her all this time?” Brady smirked and raised his eyebrows at the guy. “You know what I mean, right? It’s all about what happens in bed. She’s so good at it, I just can’t get enough. That’s her real talent.” Brady let out a lewd laugh, giving a thumbs-up. The other men at the table exchanged knowing glances and started laughing, all while sneaking looks in Chloe’s direction. Chloe, noticing the lively atmosphere at our table, waved at us with a cheerful smile. She had no idea that she was the subject of their crude jokes. So this was the girl I’d held dear, the one I’d treasured. I took a deep breath, slowly unclenching the fingers I’d dug into my thigh to keep from reacting. From the moment we started dating, Chloe had never let me touch her. She said she wanted to be sure I was “the one,” and anything intimate would have to wait until after marriage. The things I couldn’t obtain were something others had already tried countless times. I stood up and raised my glass, and suddenly, everyone’s attention was on me. Chloe’s expression immediately darkened. She stared at me, a warning in her eyes. I avoided her gaze and called out loudly to everyone. “Since all the guests are here, I just want to say a few words. “Today is the first time my cousin and I have met, but we really hit it off, almost like old friends. We have so much in common. So, I’ve decided to give him some wedding decorations that I think he’ll appreciate. Wishing them a lifetime of happiness!” The room erupted in applause and congratulations. I added one more thing. “Don’t worry, they’re not second-hand. I haven’t used them.” Chloe’s pupils contracted as she stood up, her expression shifting from anger to fear. She took a step forward as if to come over and explain things to me. But just then, one of the older ladies raised her glass to Chloe, and she hesitated, plastering on a smile as she returned the toast and then sat back down. I shook my head, mocking myself. Then, I turned and walked away alone.

Today was supposed to be a special day for Chloe and me—the day she would finally meet my parents. We had been dating for three years, but every time the day to meet the parents arrived, Chloe always found a way to avoid it. She’d claim she was too nervous, too busy with work, or not feeling well. Once, she even said that the horoscope warned against meeting parents that day. Three months ago, we were the closest we’d ever been to making it happen. My parents dressed in their best clothes and arrived at the restaurant we’d reserved. But Chloe never showed up. My calls went straight to voicemail, and then she sent a brief message: [My friend was in a car accident.] As absurd as that excuse was, I knew she was just avoiding it again. Chloe had once told me that her parents’ divorce left her terrified of marriage. I had only felt sympathy and held her, promising I would wait until she was ready. So, once again, I made excuses for her absence. “I must have told her the wrong time. She had a meeting she couldn’t miss. Next time, I promise.” But my parents no longer believed me. They were convinced I’d invented a girlfriend just to meet their expectation. “Even CEOs of big companies can find ten or twenty minutes to have dinner. What kind of job does your girlfriend have?” I had no answer for that. After three months of cajoling, Chloe finally agreed to meet them again a few days ago. Worried she might change her mind, I scheduled it for this weekend. But yesterday, she told me a friend needed her help with something important. Our meeting was canceled yet again. My mother had given me a knowing look as if she’d expected it all along. “I knew this would happen. You have no plans tomorrow, right? Come with me to a family gathering. There’s a cousin of yours who’s a year younger than you and is about to get married. Maybe you’ll learn what a real bride looks like.” She got her wish, though not in the way either of us imagined. Chloe, who had begged off meeting my parents to help a friend, was now standing beside another man, playing the part of his fiancée in my very own apartment. It turned out that Chloe had no problem meeting someone else’s entire family under the pretense of marriage. I, on the other hand, had been patiently waiting for a woman who was apparently saving her love for someone else. My parents enviously watched other people’s happiness and worried about me. … When we got home, I sat on the couch, unable to shake the day’s events from my mind. I picked up a photo of Chloe and me during happier times, though now our smiles felt hollow. I was deep in thought when I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock. It was late—well past midnight. For a moment, I thought Chloe had come back. But it was Brady who walked through the door, holding a key to my apartment. I wasn’t even surprised. If she’d given him the keys to our wedding apartment, why wouldn’t she have given him the keys to this one? He smiled at me. “I didn’t know you were here, Dominic.” Even though this was my apartment, Brady acted as if I were the intruder. Before I could respond, he scooped up a seemingly drunk Chloe in his arms and carried her inside without a second thought. “Move aside,” he said casually as if he were the one who belonged here. I looked at Chloe, who was barely conscious, and bit back my anger. Brady made himself at home, bringing a blanket from my bedroom to cover Chloe and heading into the kitchen. He was familiar with this house. It seemed he had been here countless times before. The tightness in my chest grew unbearable. Maybe he had been here many times while I was away. I watched as Brady gently gave Chloe some water, a far cry from the man I’d seen earlier at the family gathering, where he casually flaunted her like a prize. Chloe’s awareness slowly returned. And she immediately thanked him, her eyes only on him, not even noticing I was there. “Thank you, Brady.” “I should be the one saying that. You’re okay, so I’ll head out now.” Chloe insisted on walking him to the door, even though she was still unsteady on her feet. Their parting was an elaborate affair, full of unnecessary embraces. It looked like they were in some kind of romantic drama. I stood there, coldly watching their charade. Just as Brady was about to leave, he turned back. “Oh god, I was thinking about apologizing to my cousin. How could I forget it? I’m sorry for borrowing your wedding apartment and girlfriend. You’re not mad, are you?” His words were meant to sound apologetic, but his tone was anything but. There was a clear challenge in his eyes. Before I could say a word, Chloe jumped in to answer for me. “Dominic wouldn’t be upset. You were just trying to keep your parents happy. It was all for them.” Brady chuckled. “Honestly, Chloe, you looked so stunning today. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were still single.” His words were nonsensical, but Chloe blushed all the same, clearly pleased. Brady’s eyes roamed boldly over her, his gaze full of suggestion. And I just stood there, watching them flirt as if I didn’t exist. My gaze gradually turned cold. Finally, Brady seemed ready to leave. But I called after him. “Wait a minute! “Since you’re leaving, take your fiancée with you and get the hell out of my house!” Chloe stared at me in disbelief. “Dominic, what are you saying?”

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My boyfriend, James Wellington, was broke—or so I thought. For two years, I paid all the bills, and the priciest gift he gave me was a $180 pearl necklace. Yet, he secretly cleared a $5 million debt for his bankrupt childhood sweetheart, Rachel Wilson. Turns out, James was a wealthy heir all along. He wasn’t poor; he was just stingy with me.

I fell for the broke student my dad was sponsoring. After some serious chasing and a few sneaky moves, he was mine. But just a day later, his sister dropped a bomb. A video showed my dad had raped her, pretending to tutor her. He disappeared from my life after that. Three years later, we met again. I needed money for my kid’s medical bills and ended up selling my body. He smirked, “Five grand a night? You sure know how to set a price.”

Olivia It’s Christmas. The coldest and my favorite holiday. After working almost nonstop for 72 hours for the restaurant’s holiday campaign, I was declared fired. Nowhere to go. “Olivia. Give me your apron.” My eyes widened as my boss’s cold words silenced the kitchen. It came out of nowhere, and when I turned to look at him, it was clear that he wasn’t making a joke or playing a prank on me. His aging, stern face looked entirely indifferent as he held out his hand for my apron. “W-Why?” I asked, feeling the weight of the silence of my coworkers. My boss didn’t even answer. He just held his hand out for me still and blinked slowly at me with an expectant look on his face. As I untied my apron, my hands shook and my eyes began to well up with tears. Around me, I could hear my coworkers — ex-coworkers now, I guessed — snickering about what was happening. I slowly handed my boss my apron. He snatched it out of my hand and calmly walked out of the kitchen, leaving the door swinging in his stead while a single tear rolled down my cheek. That apron was the only symbol of belonging I had; this job was the one thing keeping me from starving to death. “She’s so stupid,” I heard one of my coworkers, a fellow waitress named Emily, whisper behind my back. “Anyone who thinks that the capitalists are their family should learn their lesson soon enough.” “I guess the boss’ brainwashing really got to her,” one of the cooks, a middle-aged man named John, said. He didn’t even try to keep his voice low. They knew that I could hear them, and they didn’t care. Before they could see me cry, I yanked my jacket off of the hook and burst out of the restaurant. I stumbled into the brick alleyway, already shivering from the cold winter air. “Ryan will help me,” I whispered to myself as I put my coat on and stormed away. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and sniffled sadly while I dialed his number. But the phone just rang… and rang… and went to voicemail. Hey, you’ve reached Rya— Cursing, I hung up and resisted the urge to smash my phone. Of course my boyfriend didn’t answer. He hadn’t been answering my calls or texts for a week now, and it was stupid of me to think that he would suddenly answer now, when I really needed help. As I walked down the street, I passed by the rows of shops that were filled with excited holiday shoppers and happy families. Despite the cold, these people were warm because of their families and their lovers. And I had no one. My boyfriend, who had wanted me first when we started dating, ghosted me out of nowhere and couldn’t even be decent enough to officially break up with me. My pack evicted my father and I ten years prior. My father died, leaving me alone. I was hopeless. This year, the holidays were going to be worse than ever, and I didn’t even have so much as a shoulder to cry on. Life really had hit rock bottom. Suddenly, as I shivered in the cold beneath my thin jacket, I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. My heart leaped in my chest — “Ryan?” I whispered, pulling my phone out. But it wasn’t Ryan. It wasn’t a number that I recognized; in fact, it was probably a scam call. I was desperate, though, and answered just on the extremely rare off chance that maybe — just maybe — it would be some good news. “Hello?” I answered, stopping in the middle of the sidewalk and nearly being bowled over by a group of teen girls who were happily swinging their shopping bags back and forth and who were snickering about my ratty winter coat. “Is this Olivia?” a male voice said on the other end. “Um… Yes,” I responded. “Who is this?” “I’m calling from your former pack,” the male voice said. “It’s about your eviction.” Suddenly, I felt sick. Why was my old pack calling me? I hadn’t spoken to anyone from that pack in years; the last time I saw any of them was when my dad and I got kicked out by the Alpha for no real reason. This had to be some sort of sick joke. “What about it?” I asked. I almost considered just hanging up, but I had to admit that I was somewhat curious. “Your eviction order has been lifted, effective immediately,” the man said in a warm tone of voice. “You may return any time you wish.” My eyes widened. “R-Really?” I asked. “Can I come back now?” The man paused. “Like I said, you can return any time you wish,” he said. I felt like jumping for joy. A cheer almost escaped my lips, but I clapped my hand over my mouth just in time. The man started to say something else, but suddenly a group of Christmas carolers started singing loudly right beside me, and I couldn’t hear him “Sorry, sorry,” I said, ducking into another alleyway so I could hear her. “What were you saying?” The man chuckled. “I said that the Alpha is also getting married,” he said. “And you’re invited.” “Oh.” I scrunched my eyebrows together. It was odd for the Alpha to invite someone like me to his wedding. I was already a low status werewolf before my dad and I got evicted, and now I was even lower as someone who was just allowed back in the pack. “Are you sure he meant to invite me?” I asked. “Yes,” the man replied with another laugh. “You’re Olivia Wild, are you not?” “I-I am,” I said sheepishly. “If you don’t mind me asking, who is the new Alpha? It just feels odd—” “Nathan Ford.” At the mention of my old friend Nathan’s name, my eyes went even wider than before. My joy was immediately replaced with utter shock. I hadn’t talked to Nathan in years, not since he stood by idly and allowed the old Alpha to expel me and my dad. And now he was not only the new Alpha of our pack, but he was also getting married? I did want to go back to the place that I left ten years before. After all… I didn’t have anywhere else to go, did I? And besides: I missed my old home. The thought of going back and starting over made my heart feel light. “Um… Thank you,” I said. “I’d be happy to come back.” ———— My only remaining relative was my aunt, who owned a villa. My aunt was an eccentric older woman. She didn’t have any children of her own; in fact, I was pretty sure that she just didn’t even like children to begin with. She was always indifferent toward me, and after my dad and I were evicted from the pack, she never tried to contact either of us. I would have preferred not to go to her for help, considering the fact that we were never close. But it was freezing cold out, it was getting late, and I had nowhere else to go. As I made my way down the street, my aunt’s villa slowly came into view at the end of the street and instantly filled me with an overwhelming sense of nostalgia. I walked up to the tall wrought iron gate and pushed on it. It swung open with a loud creak.

Olivia The tall hedges that surrounded the property reminded me of the days I would spend with my childhood best friends, Nathan and Alvin, as we would play hide and seek amongst the thick branches. The cupolas on either side of the house reminded me of how we would climb up there against my aunt’s wishes so we could look at the birds’ nests, and how we would get a good scolding from my aunt afterwards. Inside, I could see a light on upstairs in my aunt’s bedroom. Seeing that light filled me with a bit of warmth, and I paused for a moment to look up at it with a smile on my face. “Olivia?” a somewhat familiar voice suddenly said. It sounded different, gruffer, but I still recognized it immediately. I spun around to see my aunt’s gardener, an old man named Clint, standing behind me in his wool sweater and worn overalls. “Clint,” I said with a smile. The gardener, who was getting on in years now, walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me. He had a limp now, which he didn’t have before. “Your leg…” I muttered, pointing. The old gardener shrugged. “Arthritis,” he said. “They weren’t lying when they said that getting old ain’t for the faint of heart. Anyway… You’re back in the pack now, huh?” I nodded. “My eviction order was lifted,” I said. “But I don’t have anywhere to go. I hope my aunt will let me stay here until I get back on my feet.” Suddenly, Clint’s eyes went from smiling to full of sorrow. “You haven’t heard?” he asked quietly. I shook my head and scrunched my nose. “No. Haven’t heard what?” “Your aunt died six months ago,” he said. “In her sleep.” At that moment, I felt my heart sink and absolutely shatter at the bottom of my stomach. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing would come out other than a strained squeak of pain. Sure, my aunt and I didn’t have the best relationship, but she was all I had left now. But now, it seemed as though I really had no one. Before anything could be said, I stumbled forward and threw my arms around the old gardener. He stiffened for a moment before he wrapped his arms around me and let me cry into his shoulder for several minutes. When no more tears would come, I stepped back and wiped my nose with my hand. “Sorry,” I muttered. “It’s just…” Clint shook his head. “Here.” He reached into his pocket and withdrew a sealed envelope, then handed it to me. “I’ve been keeping it with me in case you show up. Your aunt asked me to make sure that no one opens it except for you.” I took the envelope, still scrunching my nose as I blinked back tears. But when I opened the envelope, that look of despair turned into one of surprise. It was a deed to the house with my name on it, along with a key. After all these years, my aunt had left her villa to me. I was stunned. “R-Really?” I whispered, looking up at the gardener with tears in my eyes. He nodded, and smiled slightly through his thick mustache. “Yep,” he replied. “I don’t know what’s there. But that was the blessing your aunt left you.” My eyes were wide as I looked up at the old villa. As if I was in a trance, I slowly walked up to the front door and put the key into the lock. I turned it and heard the satisfying click before I swung the door open and looked into the place of old memories and new beginnings. As I walked in and flicked on the light, a gasp caught in my through. It looked perfect, as though it had been renovated. I guessed that my aunt must have fixed it up before she died, which was confusing considering the fact that she was always so particular about the style of the house. Before, it was rather outdated and now, it was fully outfitted with modern appliances, freshly painted walls, and even the old, rattley windows had been replaced. “Clint—” I turned around, but he was gone. I was alone now in this house, but I didn’t mind. As I slowly walked in, still in shock, I ran my hands along the wooden table in the dining room. I peered into the old living room to see that it was outfitted with all new furniture, although my aunt’s old rocking chair still sat in the corner. Just seeing it brought more tears to my eyes as I imagined her still sitting there, her knitting needles clicking together furiously as she listened to the radio. The radio was still there, too. I headed upstairs next. The stairs still creaked as I walked up them, but it was like music to my ears. I trailed my fingers along the wall as I slowly walked down the hallway, and finally stopped in front of my aunt’s old bedroom. The light was left on; maybe Clint was cleaning and forgot to turn it off. The door was closed, but I could see the light spilling out from underneath the door. I couldn’t bring myself to open it — I couldn’t bring myself just yet to look into the room where my aunt used to sleep, and where she died. Not yet. I headed to the guest bedroom next, where the bed was freshly made with crisp white sheets and one of my aunt’s handmade quilts. The room was much more airy now, with light white curtains in the windows and lace throw pillows on the bed. It was a far cry from the way that my aunt used to keep it decorated, but I liked it. As I threw myself down on the bed, I let out a loud, bittersweet sigh. I wished that I could have talked to my aunt one last time… But the fact that she left her villa to me filled my heart with warmth. After all these years, I was just excited to start over fresh within the walls of my aunt’s villa that looked over the sea. … The morning sun was shining through my window when I woke up the next morning. But honestly, I could have slept longer if it weren’t for the fact that I could hear voices coming from downstairs. Did someone break in while I was sleeping? I quickly sat up, furrowing my brow as I tried to remember if I had locked the doors before I went to bed, but I knew that I did it. I was always so careful with those sorts of things. Maybe it was Clint or someone else, but either way, I grabbed my small folding knife out of my bag and slipped it into the sleeve of my sweatshirt before I slowly made my way down the stairs. With each step, the voices became clearer. And none of them sounded like Clint. “I’m thinking that we should convert this into a nice set of French doors,” a male voice said. “My fiancee likes to have her morning tea and do her yoga outside, so I think she’d like a nice patio area for that…” I swallowed, confused. French doors? Fiancee? What were they talking about? This was my house now— surely they had the wrong house. Suddenly, as I was slowly making my way down the stairs, my sock slipped on the wood and I found myself tumbling down the last few steps. I fell to the floor with a bang and a groan, and my pocket knife fell out of my sleeve and slid across the floor, right toward the location of the voices. There was a brief silence, followed by the same male voice. “Who’s there? Stay where you are!” the voice said. I scrambled to my feet, cursing under my breath, as I heard hurried footsteps approaching. Suddenly, I came face to face with my childhood friend, Nathan— the new Alpha of my pack. He was much older now, more handsome and no longer the awkward teenage boy that I remembered. As he looked at me, his square jaw and Cupid’s bow lips were lit from one side by the morning sun shining in through the window, and I couldn’t deny the fact that my heart melted a little just looking at him. His eyes widened as he saw me. Slowly, and without a word, he took three steps toward me. The smell of grapefruit salt on his skin floated across the air toward me, further bombarding my senses. There was a flash of bewilderment in my childhood friend’s eyes, followed by what looked like surprise. But there was something else there, too. Was it a hint of irony that I saw in my childhood friend’s eyes? Why was Nathan in my villa? There was something strange about my childhood friend’s demeanor as he stared at me. I could feel it. “Olivia?” Nathan asked, taking another step forward. The smell of grapefruit salt on his skin became even stronger now that he stood closer to me. “Why are you here?”

Olivia I blinked slowly, still taken aback by this sudden and unexpected interaction. We hadn’t seen each other in such a long time, and Nathan looked so… different now. He looked so much more mature than the rambunctious teen who I last saw before my dad and I got evicted by the old Alpha. “Nathan,” I muttered, smoothing down my messy hair from a night of sleep, “it’s… it’s good to see you. You’re so tall now.” Nathan stared at me for a moment. There was what looked like a ghost of a smile playing on his lips for the briefest of moments before his face turned stony. He seemed to drink in my appearance, as though he was appraising me. “You look good,” was all he said. I thought back to what the operator on the phone told me last night. Nathan, my childhood friend, was getting married now. He looked so mature now, but it still felt odd to think of him as a groom-to-be. It made me wonder… “Who is your bride?” I blurted out. Nathan looked at me in a surprised way for a moment, almost as though he didn’t expect me to even know that he had a bride. “Her name is Layla,” he finally said. “She’s the Alpha female from our neighboring pack.” “Oh,” I muttered. In a strange way, it made me a little sad to hear it. I had no clue who Layla was; Nathan, who was once my closest friend and someone who I told everything to when we were kids, someone who knew every little thing about me up until ten years ago, now had a life that didn’t have anything to do with me anymore. It felt strange and uncomfortable, and part of me wished that it was different. Suddenly, Nathan said something that took me by even more surprise. “Olivia, I didn’t think that you’d really dare to come back.” I was taken aback by this statement. The operator last night had told me that my eviction order expired, and that I was invited to the new Alpha’s wedding. Why was Nathan now acting as though he didn’t even expect my return? “What do you mean?” I asked. “I figured that you were the one who lifted my eviction order and wanted me to come back for your—” Nathan shook his head and folded his arms across her chest. I just now realized that his arms, which were once thin and twiggy, were now thick and muscular. He exuded the appearance of an Alpha. “Someone must have made a mistake,” he insisted. “Your dad’s eviction order did expire, but… I wouldn’t have invited you to my wedding. Why would I invite you?” Now, I was even more taken aback. “We were friends,” I said, trying to hide the shake in my voice. “Best friends… since we were kids. I thought that you wanted to rekindle our friendship.” Nathan looked puzzled. He paced away for a moment, leaning his hands on the dining room table with his back turned to me. Through the glass door that led outside, now that he had stepped out of the way, I could see that there was a team of craftsmen who were standing there and looking at us through the glass. When they saw me looking, they all turned away in unison and appeared to be looking at blueprints together. That must have been who Nathan was talking to. “That was a long time ago,” Nathan finally said, turning back to face me while he leaned back on the dining room table. He crossed his legs at the ankles and leaned back on his palms, his blue-green eyes staring at me in a stern way. But there was a hint of humor to it too, and that only made him look all the more handsome. In a strange way, his new stern Alpha appearance drew me to him. “We hardly know each other now. We were friends so long ago, when we were just kids. Both of us have changed. I wouldn’t invite a stranger to my wedding…” I was dumbfounded by my friend’s indifference, but even more than that, I was dumbfounded by his apparent disinterest in inviting me to his wedding when he was supposedly the one who invited me himself. At least, that was how it seemed. Was he just feigning indifference, I thought to myself? He had to be. “Look,” I said, deciding that it wasn’t worth it to get into what he said about our ‘little friendship’, “The operator told me specifically that I was invited to your wedding. Just last night, over the phone, he said that my eviction order was lifted and that I was invited—” Nathan waved his hand dismissively and chuckled. His voice was so much deeper now than when I had last seen him. Maybe he was right; maybe we really didn’t know each other anymore. “It must have been a mistake,” he said. He paused then and licked his lips, before standing up straight again and shrugging. Everything about his mannerisms exuded the spirit and arrogance of an Alpha, and it was a far cry from the awkward and heartfelt teenage boy who I used to know. “Well, since you know about it, I won’t be rude,” he said. “It would be disrespectful, after all, not to let you come after all of this. So, I guess you can come, Olivia. It seems to be important to you.” “Important to me?” I asked, feeling the beginnings of anger starting to bubble up inside of me. “I could care less about your damn wedding! Why would I want to go to a wedding if I’m not welcome, anyway?” Now, Nathan seemed to be the one who was dumbfounded. We stared at each other in shocked silence for a few moments, and during those moments I was reminded of all of the little cat fights that we had as kids. We were both bullheaded and emotional children, and our clashing personalities often led to arguments. Once or twice, we even got into physical scuffles over minor things, like who was allowed to have the last slice of pizza or who cheated during our games. I could tell that Nathan seemed to be remembering those days, too. The air between us felt electric, like we would burst out laughing at any moment now over this argument. Maybe then, we would be reminded of how close we used to be and we could rekindle what used to be a good friendship. In fact, the tension between us seemed to slip away as we stared at each other. A smile played on Nathan’s lips, and I couldn’t help but smile too at the ridiculousness of the situation. But then, suddenly, I remembered where we were: we were in my aunt’s villa, the morning after I received a key and the deed to her house with my name on it. Why, then, was Nathan in here first thing in the morning with a team of craftsmen, who were now all looking back through the windows again? “Nathan,” I said, shaking my head incredulously, “why are you even here? This is my villa.” Nathan frowned. The hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his lips instantly faded, and he narrowed his eyes. “Your villa?” he asked. “This isn’t your villa. This is my wedding house.”

Olivia “Your villa?” Nathan’s voice sounded disbelieving. “This isn’t your villa. This is my wedding house.” “What?” I scoffed. “You have to be joking.” Surely Nathan was just playing a joke on me. My aunt left me the deed to the house with my name on it, and her gardener, Clint, never mentioned any of this. Maybe Nathan was in charge of the renovations, and it was supposed to be a surprise. But the more that I thought about it, I was only reminded of how he had mentioned his fiancee’s needs when he was talking to the builders. “Isn’t it obvious?” Nathan asked. “This is my wedding house. I paid a high price for the most beautiful villa in town.” This all felt unreal. My aunt’s villa was my childhood playground. My aunt and I didn’t have the closest relationship, but I spent a lot of my time here growing up. I knew this house and its surrounding property like the back of my hand. In fact, I had spent a lot of time as a kid talking to Nathan about how I would change this place if I owned it myself. In fact, as I looked around me now, I suddenly realized that all of the renovations Nathan had made so far were exactly how I imagined it. He stole my vision, only for this to become his home with another woman! I felt heartbroken. There was so much I wanted to say, but all I could do was grit my teeth. Without a word, I stormed over to the kitchen area where I left the envelope that Clint gave me and shoved it in Nathan’s face. “My aunt left me the deed,” I said, watching with satisfaction as Nathan’s eyes slowly widened in surprise while he read it. “I’m her only living relative. Why would she leave the villa to you?” … A little over an hour later, Nathan and I were standing in the County Recorder’s office. Both of us had deeds in our hands; as it turned out, the pack’s treasurer sold the villa privately… and then immediately fled town, leaving us with two deeds, each with our respective names on them, and both of them were perfectly legal. “This is an uncommon occurrence, but it’s not entirely unheard of,” the clerk said, pushing her glasses up on her nose. “You’ll have to go to court if you want to settle it.” Before I could stop it, an audible groan came out of my mouth. I didn’t want to go to court; I just wanted to finally settle down after a decade of instability, and I wanted the comfort of a home that I knew well. Was that too much to ask? Nathan and I walked out of the office then and stopped in the street. The longer I looked at him, the more I seethed. “Listen,” he said, frowning. “We can either do this the easy way, and you can give up the house. Or we can go to court and it’ll be a pain in the ass. I don’t think either of us wants to do that.” “Why should I be the one to give up the house?” I growled. “It’s my aunt’s home. She left me the deed on her deathbed. If anything, I think that you should be the one to give it up. Not me.” Nathan frowned deeply, causing a shadow to cast over his handsome face. “I’m getting married, and I paid a lot of money not only to buy the house, but also to renovate it,” he said. “I’ve spent the past six months personally designing all of the renovations. The wedding is just a few days away, and I can’t possibly prepare another house in that amount of time.” I scoffed and folded my arms across my chest. “It was your father who saw to it that my dad and I were thrown out on the street,” I declared loudly, not caring if anyone else on the street overheard us arguing. “This is the only place that I have to live. I won’t just lie down and let you take it from me.” “I’m sorry you had to leave,” Nathan said quietly, sounding sincere. “But getting you back was the best that I could do. And now, I need this house to make sure that my wedding goes smoothly.” For a few moments, Nathan just stared at me with wide eyes. The blue-green hue of his irises glinted in the morning sunlight, and for a moment, he really did look like the kid that I once knew. Seeing him like this made me soften, and I sighed. “I won’t fight you for ownership of the house. At least, not before the wedding. I do want your wedding to go well, Nathan,” I said, internally noting the hopeful look in my childhood friend’s eyes. “So if you want to use the house for your wedding so you can host all of your friends and family there, it’s fine. But after that, we’ll have to sort all of this out.” Nathan nodded slowly. His blue-green eyes averted away from mine and stared unblinkingly down at the ground, and he chewed his lower lip just like I always remembered him doing when we were kids. Even though so much was different now, it seemed as though some things really did never change. Finally, he looked back up at me. His face seemed apologetic, and I felt myself soften a little bit more. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I shouldn’t have been such a jerk earlier… Even though it was all just a mix-up over the wedding invitation, I do think my wedding would be more complete with you there. You were my best friend, after all, and I’d like you to be there.” I was a bit taken aback by this sudden change. It made me wonder if the Nathan who I saw earlier that morning in my aunt’s villa was his true self, or if it was all some sort of act. I thought that he changed so drastically, but now as I looked at him and saw the way that his blonde hair bristled in the salty morning breeze coming in from the ocean, all I could see was the kid who I had left behind ten years ago. “Well?” he asked with a sweet smile. “Will you come to my wedding, Olivia?” I chewed my lip for a moment, thinking, before I finally nodded. “Alright,” I said. “But afterwards… I want to work this villa situation out.” … Nathan let me stay in the villa for the next couple of days leading up to the wedding, which felt ironic considering the fact that this was still supposed to be my house and I shouldn’t have had to get permission to stay there. But I obliged, because I really did want my friend’s wedding to go well. It felt disorienting, though, being back in this place that was so different now. The house felt entirely changed, and although it was beautiful, it still felt odd to walk around in a place that I once knew so well. One thing didn’t change, however: my aunt’s bedroom. Nathan had seemingly kept her room mostly the same. I tried avoiding her room at first, but on my second night in the villa, I couldn’t contain my curiosity any longer. I held my breath as I pushed the door open, as though she would be sleeping in there right now. But her bed was empty, and the handmade quilt that I remembered watching her make when I was little was perfectly folded. I sighed as I walked over to the bed and ran my hand along the quilt’s smooth fabric, taking note of the way that her reading glasses, which were now covered in a fine layer of dust, were still sitting on the bedside table along with an equally dusty book that was dog-eared in the middle. I sniffled as I picked up the book that she didn’t even get to finish and thumbed through it. When I looked down, I noticed that the drawer to her side table was cracked open a bit. Once again, I glanced over my shoulder as though she would be standing behind me, before I pulled the drawer open. The photo album that she kept there was still in its place. Unlike the book and the glasses, the photo album was clean and not dusty at all, which made me wonder if anyone had been looking at it recently. Smiling, I pulled the old photo album out and sat down cross-legged on my aunt’s creaky bed. For over an hour, I couldn’t help but look through it again and again, smiling at old Polaroid pictures of me and my friends when we were just kids. We felt so grown-up at that time, but now looking back at our missing teeth and ripped overalls, I realized just how little and innocent the three of us were. But at the same time, seeing those old photographs of Nathan and me as kids, before his wife-to-be ever came into the picture, filled me with an unexpected sense of bitterness. I quickly snapped the photo album shut and shoved it back into the drawer. “It’s just nostalgia,” I whispered to myself as I shut off the light and returned to my own bedroom. “Nothing more.”

Olivia On the day of the wedding, I got dressed up and arrived at the church where the ceremony was held. Really, I was wearing a cheap dress with the tags still on it so I could return it after the wedding. Even though my aunt left me the villa, I still didn’t have much money to my name after being evicted from my pack for a decade, and so I didn’t exactly have the luxury of buying fancy new dresses for nice occasions. For this very reason, I felt as though I was sticking out like a sore thumb as I walked up the front steps to the church. Inside, I immediately realized that the church was full of people who I knew from my childhood. A lot of my childhood friends from grade school were in attendance. While many of them looked in my direction, no one said anything to me. In fact, I felt like an outcast; and that was only solidified when Nathan’s father, Colin, turned around in his seat and shot me a dirty glare. Colin was the previous Alpha of the pack. After he joined forces with the pack elders, he was the one who evicted me and my father. I was still haunted by his dark and grim face on the day that he banished me and my dad and heartlessly threw us out on the street. I was still haunted by the fact that Nathan stood by and did nothing when that happened, but at least Nathan seemed to be trying to make a difference now. His father, on the other hand, still seemed to have an abiding hatred for me even though it was ten years since I left and I didn’t have the courage to confront him about it. I instantly felt uncomfortable beneath the gaze of Colin and my estranged childhood friends, and so before I even took my seat, I quickly scurried off to find the bathroom to gather my thoughts. I passed through a set of double doors off to the right of the pews, and headed down a narrow hallway to look for the bathroom. Along the way, I passed by a few different rooms in the church. “The dress really is so lovely… Where is my veil?” I heard a light, melodic female voice say. I passed by the room where I heard the voice coming from, and caught a glimpse of the bride for the first time as she was surrounded by her bridesmaids; she was just as beautiful as I imagined. Although she was thin, pale, and surprisingly looked quite frail for an Alpha female, she was gorgeous nonetheless. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back in perfect curls, and she had long eyelashes with a cute nose that turned up a little at the end. She had round, pouty lips and a slender neck, which was accentuated by the delicate lace of the demure bridal gown that she was wearing. She was utterly stunning… But as I passed, I couldn’t help but notice a certain subtle sadness about her. Maybe it was just the nerves of a bride on her wedding day. Before anyone saw me, I passed by the door and continued my search for the bathroom. But along the way, I came across another open door. This room was quiet, but there was a certain negative energy emanating from it in an odd way. I paused as I quietly peered in to see Nathan sitting on a couch with his head down. He was clutching his phone so tightly in one hand that his knuckles were white, and his other hand was supporting his head, running his fingers through his blonde hair repeatedly. He seemed nervous at first, but when he suddenly jerked his head up to look at me, I realized that he didn’t seem nervous; he seemed distraught. There was a long silence between us. I wasn’t sure if I should go in there and try to talk to him, or if I should just leave him alone with his thoughts. It seemed, however, that the groom-to-be made that decision for me. “Do you need something, Olivia?” he asked curtly. I swallowed and took a step back. “U-Um… Where is the bathroom?” I asked. Nathan silently pointed down the hall. Without another word said between the two of us, I scurried away with the image of his distressed face burned into my mind. On a day that was supposed to make Nathan the happiest person alive, why did he look so upset? … “Nathan Ford,” the priest said as the bride and groom stood at the pulpit. “Do you take Layla to be your lawfully wedded wife?” Around me, the church was full of smiling people. Older women dabbed at their tears with handkerchiefs while younger women looked up at Nathan and Layla with smiles that secretly showed hints of jealousy. At the pulpit, Layla looked even more stunning in her gown with her veil attached to her head, and she held a bouquet of white lilies in her hands. I even caught myself sniffling a few times; it was a really beautiful wedding. But for some reason, Nathan hesitated just before he was supposed to say “I do”. The longer he waited, the more the crowd began to murmur in confusion. I felt my eyes widen as I looked up at him and took note of the way that he kept opening and closing his mouth, as though he wanted to say the words but couldn’t get them out. Was he just nervous, or was he having cold feet? I thought back to the way that he looked in the room in the back of the church and wondered if he had been having second thoughts the entire time… “Nathan?” the priest said. Suddenly, Nathan shook his head and turned away from the bride, toward the crowd, resulting in a chorus of gasps. “I’m in love with someone else,” he announced. His eyes scanned the crowd, and then landed on… Me. While my heart raced in my chest, Nathan ran down the aisle. Before I or anyone else could stop him, he suddenly grabbed my hands and pulled me to my feet. And then he did something even more strange. “Olivia, I promise that I will take care of you… And our baby,” he said. He then placed his hand on my belly and smiled up at me. My eyes were wide. I felt my blood run cold. Why was he doing this? I wasn’t in a relationship with him, and I certainly wasn’t pregnant with anyone’s baby, let alone his. This had to be some sort of mental breakdown he was having— maybe he was too stressed from the wedding and was having some sort of delusion. But before I could say anything, the wedding goers were already talking in raised voices. At the front, I saw Colin stand up angrily, his glaring eyes fixed on me. I felt as though I was nailed to a pillar of shame, as the rest of the people in this church saw me as a homewrecker who was pregnant with an illegitimate child. Right now, I hated Nathan with a burning passion in my heart. How could he suddenly accuse me of something like this after not seeing me for a decade?

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On our anniversary, my husband, Benjamin Arnold, left me in the mountains to watch the sunrise with his memorable crush, Hailey Ortega. A sudden rainstorm hit, and I was stuck up there for hours, waiting for him to return, but he never showed up. Instead, Hailey posted a photo on social media with a caption that read: [Your husband is watching the sunrise with me!] In the picture, her chest was covered in hickeys, and there was a bite mark on her collarbone. The two, holding hands tightly and wearing matching rings, were surrounded by roses in a tent. I replied: [If a rabid dog bites someone, they’ll die.] Hailey ignored my reply and sent me more photos of them together. Seeing those pictures made me feel nauseous. At that moment, I felt like Benjamin was disgusting to the core. Benjamin called me, sounding a bit pitying. “The sunrise here is nice. You can take a taxi to join us. Hailey and I can wait for you.” I couldn’t help but scoff. “The double bed isn’t big enough for three. You two enjoy yourselves.” Benjamin was silent momentarily and said, his tone tinged with anger, “What are you talking about? I promised Hailey I’d watch the sunrise with her. Even though it’s our anniversary, I should keep my word. Besides, Hailey’s just a friend. There’s nothing happening between us. “And if you have an issue, bring it up with me, not her. You’re ruining her reputation by saying that. “You know she’s been struggling with depression. She just wanted to see the sunrise. If I said no, who knows what might happen?” With every word, his voice grew quieter. He was an excellent psychologist, knowing how to take care of his patients, but he had long forgotten that I had my own serious psychological issues. It was because of those issues that I met him, married him, and chose to be a housewife. I hung up, not wanting to hear any more excuses for Hailey. It wasn’t until Benjamin tried calling me multiple times and was informed that the number he dialed was out of service that he realized he had left me on the mountain. It was our anniversary. He had agreed to go camping with me and watch the sunrise together. We had already driven to the mountaintop, and the tent was only half-set up when Hailey called. Just hearing her cry made Benjamin anxious. He kicked me out of the car and drove straight down the mountain, only telling me that Hailey wanted to watch the sunrise too and that he would be back in half an hour at most. But I ended up waiting nearly five hours. Suddenly, a rainstorm hit, blowing away the tent. I finished all our food, but he still never returned. My phone worked sporadically. When I finally had a signal, I wasted precious time listening to Benjamin’s explanation. He was enjoying the sunrise with Hailey while I sat alone on the mountain until dawn. Just as I was starting to lose consciousness, I received a message from Benjamin: [Wait, I’ll be there soon.] I found a booth to wait in and sent him my address. But I waited until the rain stopped, and he still didn’t show up. Eventually, a local found me and called the police, and I was taken to the hospital. I had a high fever and a terrible headache. While resting with an IV drip, I saw Benjamin’s updates: [My little fool even misread the navigation on the way home, and now she wants me to pick her up.] Hailey replied: [You’re my navigation, always finding me when I’m lost.] I couldn’t help but sneer and hit like on his post. But soon after, I refreshed my feed and saw that Benjamin had deleted the post. Hailey commented with a crying emoji under another of his posts. Once I finished the last bag of fluids, I took a taxi home. I ordered takeout, asking the delivery guy to leave it at the door, and then fell asleep on the couch, feeling dizzy. Suddenly, there was a loud rap on the door.

The noise felt like it was pounding in my brain. I opened the door angrily, assuming it was the delivery guy. “Didn’t I tell you to leave it at the door?” To my surprise, I was met with a slap. “Cynthia Watkins! What the hell are you yelling about? Hailey doesn’t owe you anything!” It was Benjamin, followed closely by Hailey, whose eyes were red and who was holding the takeout I had ordered, looking vulnerable. Benjamin snapped, “I told you to wait for me, but you left. Hailey and I looked for you for ages! “Look at her, she’s soaked. This is all your fault.” As he said this, he took the new coat I had bought and draped it over Hailey. She entered naturally, changing into a pair of slippers that belonged to her. Benjamin had bought a pair of light yellow slippers with bunny ears for our home. I thought they were for me, wearing them when I got home. But Benjamin was furious, scolding me and buying Hailey an identical pair. “The bunny ears are so cute! Thanks, Benji,” Hailey said. She did have a lovely smile. But I just felt sick watching it. She walked to the table, naturally placing my takeout down before digging in. “That’s my food!” I shouted. Benjamin took off his coat and looked at me with irritation. “It’s just food. Why are you making a fuss? Hailey got drenched in the rain looking for you. What’s wrong with sharing? “Go grab some cold medicine and make her some vanilla pudding. Hailey’s delicate, and she might catch a cold.” Hailey nodded, smiling, and as she tasted my pudding, she frowned, saying it was too sweet and not as good as her own. Benjamin chimed in, saying I always tried but never succeeded at anything. My head hurt so much. I approached Hailey, snatched the soup I ordered, and dumped it over her head. “This should warm you up,” I sneered. Benjamin shoved me away, and since I was so weak, I fell to the floor. He stepped over my hand, grabbed my bath towel and pajamas, and handed them to Hailey. “Go wash up.” He then closed the bathroom door and turned to face me. I stood up and slapped him before he could say anything. “Who gave you the right to give my things to her? Do you have no shame?” He grabbed my wrist and pressed it against the wall. “I paid for everything in this house. I can give them to whoever I want. You use my money for everything, and now you hit me? “Hailey is far more mature and understanding than you. She put up with your nonsense without complaint, and here you are making a scene. Aren’t you embarrassed?” His grip was so tight it left bruises on my wrist. Finally, Hailey emerged from the bathroom, wearing my pajamas, and whimpered, “Benji, Elyse just called me and invited you and Hailey to the bar.” “Hailey, I know you’re upset. I’ll never ask Benji to spend time with me again, even when I’m feeling lost and helpless.” She held my hand, promising over and over. Elyse? Those rich people never invited me anywhere. Even if I went, they’d find a way to ditch me and wouldn’t think to include me in their plans. I weakly waved my hands. “Just go away! I’m tired.” Benjamin ignored my feeble protests and roughly pulled me up from the bed. “I’ll take you to the hospital. If you’re okay, you can join them. I’m tired of hearing you complain that I never take you out.” “I said no!” I struggled, but he still dragged me to the car. I sat in the back seat. Hailey, in the passenger seat, pointed at a note that read “For Hailey Only” that she had placed there, grinning. “Benji, I was just joking, but you actually put it on.” “It’s just a post, and you’re already so happy?” Benjamin chuckled.

Hailey nodded. “We girls love a bit of formality. Right, Cynthia?” She shot me a provocative look. The fever that had just begun to fade started to flare up again. I gritted my teeth and retorted, “Pigs get tagged before they’re sent to the slaughter. I didn’t think you were one of them.” The car fell silent. Hailey lowered her gaze, not saying a word. After a moment, she pulled out the nail clippers she always carried with her and began tearing up the note, mumbling apologies as she did. Her actions grew increasingly loud, and the noise started to get on my nerves, so I put on my headphones and tuned her out. Benjamin kept glancing at me through the rearview mirror. Surprisingly, he ignored whether Hailey was getting sick and said, “Hailey, Cynthia was in a pretty serious condition. I’m taking her to the hospital first.” “Okay! Cynthia’s health comes first,” Hailey replied. Benjamin drove me to the hospital. My condition had worsened from the constant stress caused by him and Hailey, and I was now suffering from pneumonia. The doctor’s emergency notice changed from a simple infusion to a hospital observation. Hailey was reluctant to stay in the hospital. She kept checking her phone, looking anxious as if someone was constantly messaging her. “If you want to go hang out with your friends, go ahead,” Benjamin said to her. “I’ll stay here with Cynthia.” Hailey shook her head, her face a mask of distress. “Taking care of someone is tiring. I can’t just leave you alone. If Cynthia needs anything, I’ll be right there.” Upon hearing that, Benjamin gently caressed her face. Hailey actually cried out of grievance. It was as if the seriously ill person wasn’t me but her, and the one who was truly hurt wasn’t me but her. Benjamin seemed to feel the same way. He murmured apologies and hugged her to comfort her. I was the only victim in this absurd love triangle. In the end, Benjamin left my side to join Hailey at a party. When the nurse came to reapply my dressing, she called out repeatedly, but I had fallen asleep. It was nearly dawn when I was jolted awake by the strong smell of alcohol. As I opened my eyes slowly, I saw two figures nearly entwined together. Hailey’s fingers were running through Benjamin’s hair, and his neck was covered in her hickeys. They had carried on from my hospital room into the hallway, oblivious to everything until the nurse finally spoke up, telling them to stop. Tristan, the doctor treating me, couldn’t help but chuckle and asked, “Is that your husband?” I nodded. He looked down and smirked, “Wow, you’re really generous. They’ve practically turned your ward into a hotel, and you just let them get on with it.” “So, should I be applauding? I’m way too weak for that,” I replied dryly. He fell silent and glanced around my bedside, which was bare—no food, no drink, and no one to care for me. Then he handed me his number. “Call me if you need anything.” During my hospital stay, Benjamin barely showed up. He only sent me a message telling me to let him know if I felt unwell and that he’d come by as soon as he could. But when I tried to reply, my message wouldn’t go through. He had also blocked me on all social media. Even when I went to pay my hospital bill, I discovered that all my money had been drained from my account, leaving me with just ten dollars. In the end, I had to borrow money from Tristan to cover the hospital bills. Meanwhile, Hailey updated her Instagram, posting about her vacation with Benjamin on a nearby island, staying in luxury hotels. I recognized the bag she was carrying as mine, and the swimsuit she wore was one I had bought but never had the chance to use. Benjamin had even showered her with a truckload of flowers. This was all my money. When I was discharged, I received a message from Hailey: [Don’t come near Benji unless absolutely necessary. He thinks you’re disgusting.] I called the police. “Hello, I’d like to report a theft. Someone has stolen my property and used my bank card.”

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My boyfriend of five years, Dominic Ortiz, wanted to break up with me because he had fallen in love with my best friend, Riley Graham. At work, Dominic slapped me and forced me to publicly apologize to Riley. He sneered, “Riley is the only daughter of Elite Group’s president. How can someone like you compare to her?” But I was very confused. Riley’s father was the president of Elite Group, so what about my father, Matteo Morales? After work, I hastily left the office. Having worked tirelessly day and night, I closed the biggest deal I had ever received. My efforts finally paid off. I headed straight to the supermarket and bought a variety of lively seafood, including Dominic’s favorite lobsters, with the intention of cooking a special seafood dinner for him tonight. Upon entering our apartment, I couldn’t wait to share my hard-earned achievements with Dominic. I exclaimed, “Dominic, I closed a major deal today, and the bonus is 20 thousand dollars!” However, when I opened the door, what greeted me was my boyfriend and best friend making out on the couch. I was frozen to the spot. My sudden appearance obviously frightened the two of them. Dominic hastily disengaged from Riley and stammered, “Nevaeh, I can explain. We truly love each other.” When Riley saw me, her eyes flickered with a hint of guilt before she proceeded to dress herself slowly. Then, her face took on a smug expression mixed with contempt. Her voice dripped with provocation as she uttered, “What’s there to explain? Nevaeh, it’s exactly what you see. “You’ve only just realized it now, but Dominic and I have been together secretly for two years. “Nevaeh, since you’ve never tried any man, I tried him for you. “You’re welcome.” I stood there, holding two heavy bags filled with groceries, sweat dripping down my forehead and hair, making me look disheveled. In contrast, Riley appeared radiant. After hearing Riley’s hurtful words, I took a deep breath, suppressing my emotions. Opening the grocery bag in my hand, I noticed all the seafood I had bought still wriggling around inside. I picked up one of the octopuses, took aim at Dominic’s face, and struck him forcefully. Caught off guard, he received a direct hit. His expression changed, and he glared at me as he prepared to speak, but before he could utter a word, I launched more octopuses at their faces and bodies. Riley screamed, “Nevaeh, you mania! Stop it!” One of the octopuses ended up clinging to Riley’s head, its tentacles tightly adhering to her face. She desperately tried to remove it, but the tentacles clung tighter with each tug. The agitated octopus began squirting ink, which trickled down Riley’s head. I continued hurling various seafood at them, from octopuses to crayfish. The crayfish might not have had long spines, but their sharpness and hardness caused pain upon impact. Dominic and Riley were left with no choice but to frantically dodge and leap around the living room. I persistently threw the seafood. Finally, after some consideration, I hesitated and placed the expensive lobsters I had spent 800 dollars on back into the bag. Glancing at the two once more, I observed Riley’s face turning black as she struggled to remove the octopus tentacles from her face. One of them had also attached itself to Dominic’s leg, causing him to grimace and howl in pain. With a blank expression, I swiftly gathered my belongings, grabbed the bag containing the lobsters, and left.

It had been a while since I last returned to my own home. With a dejected expression, I opened the door to the villa I hadn’t visited in a long time, coincidentally encountering my mother. Excitedly, she called out to my father, “Matteo, come downstairs! Nevaeh is back!” Upon hearing the voice, my father rushed down barefoot, not even bothering to put on his slippers. “Nevaeh, you’re back. Why didn’t you let us know in advance so we could clean up your room?” he said. My mother chimed in, “Are you hungry? I’ll prepare your favorite food for you right away.” Dad added, “You even bought my favorite lobsters. I knew you loved me the most.” As I gazed at my concerned parents, emotions that had been suppressed suddenly overwhelmed me. I embraced them tightly, tears streaming down my face. My parents were momentarily at a loss but quickly attempted to console me. Once calmed down, my mother had already placed a plate of spaghetti in front of me. “Come on, Nevaeh. Eat up and then rest,” she urged. I began devouring the spaghetti, while my parents watched me silently without mentioning my embarrassment just now. After finishing the meal, I retreated to my long-missed room, which had already been tidied up. Exhausted, I collapsed onto the bed. Images of the sweet and wonderful moments Dominic and I once shared passed before my eyes. Everything had changed so rapidly that I struggled to fully accept it. Suddenly, the ringing of my phone interrupted my thoughts. It was Dominic calling. I answered, but before I could speak, an aggressive voice came from the other end. Dominic bellowed, “Nevaeh, Riley is still in the hospital because of you. “The octopus tentacles caused many wounds on her face, and she’s allergic to seafood, so her face remains red and swollen.” My face darkened. He betrayed me, yet now he played the role of the accuser? I retorted, “She deserved it! “When she fooled around with you, did she ever consider the consequences?” However, Dominic’s response grew harsher. “Riley saw you as her best friend. Is this how you treat your best friend? “Nevaeh, how could you be so vicious? I was a fool for being with you in the first place.” I laughed out of anger and said, “Have you ever seen a true friend sleeping with her friend’s boyfriend? “Dominic, it was you who publicly confessed your love for me. “I was the one foolish enough to be with you!” Dominic fell silent for a moment, then spoke venomously, “You might not know this, but Riley’s father is the president of Elite Group. You’ve harmed Riley, and from now on, you’ll suffer in Goldford!” Of course, I knew. Riley had come to me in tears, explaining that her mother was sick and in need of costly medical care. That was why I had requested my father to promote Riley’s father from an ordinary employee to the position of director. But why was Dominic claiming that her father was the president? Quickly, I asked, “What did you say? Riley’s father is the president of Elite Group?” Dominic’s tone oozed with pride as he said, “Nevaeh, it’s not too late to apologize to Riley. She will forgive you. “Anyway, you hurt her today, and we’re still at the hospital. The medical bill is three thousand eight hundred dollars. You’ll have to pay for it!” How could he be so shameless? I scoffed, “Dominic, if it had been a cat or a dog needing that money for treatment, I would pay without hesitation. “But those bastards are not worth me wasting even a penny on them.” “You…” Dominic seethed with anger, preparing to retort. But I quickly interjected, “Dominic, if you don’t have money, you can go to the veterinarian. “It’s cheaper, which suits the two of you perfectly.” With that, I hung up the phone. Love had blinded me before, preventing me from seeing Dominic’s true colors as a hypocritical person who couldn’t distinguish right from wrong.

The following morning, while having breakfast, I casually asked my dad, “Dad, do you remember Jett Graham, the person you promoted to director?” Upon hearing Jett’s name, my father frowned and replied, “Nevaeh, you said this person was practical and capable, deserving of the director position.” After a momentary pause, he continued with a hint of embarrassment, “But ever since his promotion, he has been slacking off. There have been issues with several important documents and proposals that passed through him. “I’ve been considering if there is an appropriate chance to transfer him to a more suitable position.” My father looked at me cautiously, seeking my reaction. Seeing my father’s distress caused by my actions, I couldn’t help but regret my impulsive behavior. Riley had once confided in me about her parents’ hardships, her mother’s illness and hospitalization, and how her father had dedicated years of hard work to the company without receiving due recognition. Out of sympathy for Riley’s situation, I shamelessly threw a tantrum upon returning home, pressuring my father into promoting Jett to the director position. My father had always taught me to maintain a low-key approach in life and work, so I secretly helped Riley in many ways, unbeknownst to her. She never knew my true identity and naively believed any benefits she received were solely due to her own fate. Reflecting on the years we spent together, I had done everything in my power for Riley. Yet, in the end, I found myself betrayed. After breakfast, my father insisted on driving me to work, leaving me with no choice but to accept. As usual, upon arriving at the office, I went to my desk and began working. However, mocking whispers started circulating around me. “She couldn’t steal one man, so she found another target.” “She rode in a Range Rover. Must have hooked up with a rich guy.” “She’s shameless, trying to get on top using dirty tricks.” I glanced up and saw everyone in the office casting ambiguous looks my way—filled with inquiry, contempt, and even disdain. At that moment, Riley appeared and coldly admonished them, “Shouldn’t you all be busy with your work? “Seems like everyone has already hit their sales targets for this month, right?” Upon hearing Riley’s scolding, those people dispersed. I looked at Riley, noticing a bandage on her forehead and a mask covering her face. She expressed concern, saying, “Nevaeh, don’t pay attention to what they say. I’ve forgiven you.” I just felt absurd. She had an affair with my boyfriend, yet now she was the one offering forgiveness? I sneered, “Drop the act. Do you not feel any guilt for what you’ve done? “Riley, are you aware how shameless you are?” Riley remained silent, but suddenly, a wicked grin crept across her face as she fell backward. She crashed onto the floor, wearing an aggrieved expression as she looked up at me. She said, “Nevaeh, I know you hate me, but Dominic and I truly love each other. I wanted to give him to you, but love is something you can’t possess even if it is offered. “Nevaeh, I don’t blame you; I only blame myself.” With her head lowered, she began sobbing softly. I was utterly confused, unable to grasp her intentions. Suddenly, a hand emerged and delivered a powerful slap across my face. Staggering from the impact, I stood there, stars dancing in my vision until I gradually regained focus. I lifted my head to see Dominic glare at me with rage. He shouted, “Nevaeh, you’ve gone too far. You’re still not satisfied with hurting Riley’s face?” Riley wept bitterly but still grabbed Dominic’s hand, trying to dissuade him. “Nevaeh, don’t blame her. It’s all my fault.” Onlookers condemned me, and I became the target of public criticism. No one would believe anything I said at this moment, and people only trusted what they saw. I glanced up at the company’s surveillance cameras and then collapsed to the floor. “Help… Help! I feel dizzy,” I cried out, rolling my eyes and convulsing. Dominic clearly doubted my condition. He snapped, “Stop pretending. Don’t think that you can get away with it by feigning illness. Apologize immediately!” Still lying on the floor, I persisted with my act. At this time, whispers sounded. “I don’t think she’s faking it. Could it be that her brain is damaged?” “Yes, Mr. Ortiz’s slap just now was quite forceful. It must hurt.” “We should call an ambulance. If something happens, we can’t bear the responsibility.” Panic spread, and soon, someone called an ambulance while someone even called the police. The incident quickly grabbed the attention of our boss, Greyson Snyder. When Greyson arrived, he saw me lying on the floor, foaming at the mouth, arms and legs flailing as if seized by uncontrollable spasms. Even though I was panicking, I still continued with my performance. Greyson approached, quickly crouching down to examine me. He pressed an ear against my chest, listening to my heartbeat. As I wondered about his intentions, Greyson’s face suddenly drew near. He whispered into my ear in a voice only we could hear, “Stop pretending. I was a med student.”

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My husband, Jeremy Miller, was a renowned pediatrician. Yet, during a raging typhoon, he insisted that our eight-year-old daughter, Mia, deliver fever medication to the daughter of his beloved Fiona Fox. Now, Mia was missing. When I begged him to help find her, he slapped me hard and shouted, “You raised a real piece of work! Just like you—cold-hearted and ruthless! “She didn’t want to take the medicine and just went missing! Do you even realize Megan is suffering from pneumonia because she didn’t get her medication? It’s like you two are conspiring to kill them both! “Mia’s only eight! To think she could come up with such a vicious scheme to win a favor? I’d rather not have a daughter like that!” A mother’s intuition told me that something terrible had happened to my little girl. But Jeremy ignored my desperate pleas, too busy tending to the daughter of his lover. He had no idea that while he was cradling that little girl, administering her medication, and setting up nebulizers, our flesh and blood were trapped in a small suitcase, struggling for breath. *** The city lay in ruins after the typhoon passed through. Exhausted from my shift in the emergency room, I felt my legs were like jelly. I hadn’t even sipped water, but finally, I managed to check my phone for a moment. There it was—a missed call from my daughter. Glancing at the darkened sky, I could only imagine Mia was home alone, scared out of her mind. I tried to call her back, but the line wouldn’t connect. Just then, a WhatsApp message from her popped up: [Mom, Ms. Fox and Megan are both running fevers. They don’t have any anti-inflammatory or fever-reducing medicine at home, and Dad wants me to bring them some.] Fiona. The mere mention of her name made my stomach churn. She was the love of my husband Jeremy’s life. A year ago, she divorced, leaving her without support. In a moment of misplaced compassion, Jeremy helped her rent an apartment in the neighborhood right next to ours. Ever since then, it felt like Jeremy had two homes. As a pediatrician, he was already pressed for time, leaving little for me and Mia. With Fiona and her daughter around, we barely saw him at all. I checked the timestamp on Mia’s message—it was sent two hours ago, right when the typhoon was making landfall. I thought, “In this kind of weather, Jeremy expected Mia to go out on her own? To deliver fever medicine to Fiona?” I was shaking with rage. Just as I was about to call Mia again, a loud crash echoed outside. A massive tree was uprooted by the wind, and the torrential rain shattered the hospital’s windows. The muddy downpour swept inside, soaking everything in its path. People around me screamed and scattered, and I stumbled, getting knocked into a corner by the force of the rain. My chest felt tight and painful, but I couldn’t afford to dwell on it. I scrambled to my feet. I couldn’t even bear to think about how Mia would cope if she were caught in such chaos. With trembling hands, I dialed her number twice more. Each time, the cold, mechanical voice reminded me that the user was unavailable. Seeing the apocalyptic scene outside, I quickly called Jeremy. But the phone rang and rang—over ten times—without an answer. Frustrated, I took a brief leave from the emergency department and sprinted toward the pediatrics ward. The rain was relentless, and the hospital corridors were slick with water. I slipped and fell three or four times before finally spotting Jeremy’s busy figure in his office. Ignoring my disheveled appearance, I grabbed his arm. Worry for Mia turned my voice into a shaky plea. “Jeremy, in this weather, you sent our daughter to deliver medicine to Fiona?” He turned around, giving me a cold stare. “When I let Mia go, the rain wasn’t this heavy.” “But she’s only eight! Even if the rain wasn’t bad then, the wind was fierce! She only weighs forty pounds! How could you let her go out like that? “I can’t reach Mia now; what do you suggest we do?” Given our unpredictable work hours, Mia often went without meals, which was why, at nearly nine years old, she barely weighed forty pounds. Jeremy shook off my hand in irritation. “Ada, what are you doing? Mia agreed to deliver the medicine, but she didn’t even leave the house! You’ve taught her to lie better than anything else! “Mia has always been closest to you. She probably told you about my call asking her to deliver the medicine, and you encouraged her to pretend to go while she hid, right?” I was at a loss. “What are you talking about? I’ve been busy and have only just seen her WhatsApp message. By the time I tried to call, it was already disconnected. “Jeremy, we need to find our daughter! Something must have happened to Mia!” Thinking about our daughter, lost somewhere, her little body soaking in the cold rain, I froze from head to toe. My legs gave out, and I crumpled to the ground, begging Jeremy to help me find our daughter. But Jeremy slapped me hard across the face, his voice a bitter tirade. “Ada, what are you trying to prove by making a spectacle of yourself? Trying to guilt-trip me, are you? “You raised a real piece of work! Just like you—cold-hearted and ruthless! She didn’t want to take the medicine and just went missing! Do you even realize Megan is suffering from pneumonia because she didn’t get her medication? It’s like you two are conspiring to kill them both! “Mia’s only eight! To think she could come up with such a vicious scheme to win a favor? I’d rather not have a daughter like that!” He went on, passionately accusing our daughter of immorality. That was when I noticed Fiona sitting behind him, gently cradling Megan in her arms.

Fiona sat there in a beige, lightweight jacket and white wide-leg pants. Her hair was loosely tied up and a bit messy, and her face bore the unmistakable worry of a mother. Yet, she didn’t look the least bit frazzled. Then I glanced at myself. My lab coat was caked with mud and stained with the blood of patients I had treated. A branch had scratched my neck, and my hands were swollen from the falls. I looked down and realized I was even missing a shoe. Fiona pressed her lips, her gaze flickering with a hint of mockery. She spoke slowly, “Ada, don’t worry. Mia didn’t come to deliver the medicine. By the timeline, she should have arrived within fifteen minutes, but we waited half an hour without seeing her. “When we tried to call her again, the line was dead. “We had no choice but to take the risk and come to the hospital. “Luckily, we ran into a kind stranger who was on his way to the hospital with his mom, and he offered us a ride. “Otherwise, with Megan’s fever hitting 103 degrees, I can’t even imagine what would have happened if Jeremy hadn’t saved her.” As she spoke, tears streamed down her cheeks. Her five-year-old daughter, Megan Fox, reached out her tiny hand to wipe her mother’s tears, only to start crying herself. To anyone watching, it was a heartbreaking scene. And for Jeremy, who only had eyes for Fiona, it was even harder to bear. He quickly grabbed some tissues and leaned in to wipe the tears from both mother and daughter’s faces. Then he turned to me, urgency in his voice. “Ada, the emergency room needs all hands on deck right now. What are you doing just standing there? Get back to work!” I stood frozen, unable to move, taking in the warmth of the moment before me. I couldn’t remember the last time Jeremy interacted with Mia and me like that. Just this morning, when we received the call about mandatory overtime due to the typhoon, Jeremy hadn’t shown an ounce of concern for Mia. I could see the fear in Mia’s eyes, but being the sweet girl she was, she leaned in and kissed me. “Mom, you and Dad go save the patients. I’ll be good.” My heart ached, and tears began to fall. I asked, “How about you come with me to the hospital?” Jeremy shot me down immediately. “The hospital is a mess right now with the storm. Why would you bring her there? She’s been fine at home before; stop worrying!” Both of us were medical professionals, and Mia had often stayed home alone since she was six. Mia, sensing the tension, waved her hands at me. “Mom, it’s okay! I can stay home by myself. I have my teddy bear to keep me company. I’m not scared!” Her bravery made my heart twist with guilt, and I hugged her tightly. “Sweetheart, once the storm passes, your dad and I will take you to the amusement park, okay?” “Yay!” Mia clapped her hands, her voice brightening up the room. Summer was almost over, and she hadn’t gotten a single outing with either of us. She looked up at her dad, her eyes sparkling with hope. But Jeremy scoffed, saying, “What amusement park? What’s so fun about that?” He then urged me to hurry downstairs. I fought to suppress my anger, reminding Mia to secure the doors and windows and unplug everything, telling her not to go outside. Jeremy’s dismissive comment had left disappointment and hurt etched on her face. Yet, just two seconds later, Mia was all smiles, playfully pushing me toward the door and calling me naggy. Such a considerate child only made my heart ache more. Once we got downstairs, I couldn’t help but confront Jeremy. “Since the amusement park isn’t all that fun, why did you still choose to take Fiona and Megan?” Last weekend, after finally managing to schedule a day off, he had promised to take Mia fishing. But one phone call from Fiona had swept him away instead. That day, I scrolled through Fiona’s social media and saw the pictures. Jeremy had taken the two of them to the amusement park and even bought Fiona a birthday cake. Fiona’s caption read: [As a kid, my dream was to celebrate my birthday at an amusement park, and today it finally came true! Being surrounded by my favorite people is the best birthday gift!] I felt my fingers go cold as I exited WhatsApp, not wanting Mia to see those pictures. But Jeremy turned the tables on me. “Why do you always feel the need to compete with Fiona? She went through a divorce, and celebrating her birthday alone must be tough. What’s wrong with showing her some kindness? “You’re both mothers, so how can you show her no compassion?” My heart sank like the weather after a storm. The argument ended on a sour note between us. Now, Fiona, the catalyst of our fight, was watching me as I sat there, frozen in despair. She tilted her head and smiled sweetly at me, “Ada, Jeremy needs to focus on helping Megan with her nebulizer. Please try not to disturb him. “Maybe Mia’s phone just died. Can you stop making a big deal out of this?”

Fury ignited within me, and I felt like a lion ready to pounce on Fiona. “Fiona, are you seriously calling me an overreactor? What kind of nonsense is that? My daughter is missing because she went to deliver fever medicine to you, and you don’t feel an ounce of guilt? You have the nerve to say I’m overreacting? “Right now, you’re snuggled up with your daughter, feeding her milk, feeling all cozy. But have you even thought about where my Mia is? Is she wrapped in warmth? Does she have milk to drink?” Fiona gasped, her eyes wide with shock, but I couldn’t even lay a finger on her because Jeremy had a firm grip on my arm. My anger was spiraling out of control. I clutched Jeremy’s arm, wishing I could bite him. “Jeremy, let’s go find our daughter. Now!” He stepped back, grabbing my hand and shoving me away. “Ada, can you stop acting like a crazy person? I’ve told you. Mia is just hiding. Can’t you understand plain language?” At this point, Fiona’s tears began to flow. She trembled, hiding behind Jeremy, peeking out. “Ada, I was just trying to comfort you. I know you’re upset with Jeremy for taking care of us, but you can’t use Mia as an excuse to lash out at him!” As she spoke, she held her child close, trying to maintain her composure. “Jeremy, since Ada has misunderstood, we’ll just head to the IV room and won’t bother you any longer.” Jeremy, clearly irritated, turned around and pushed her back into her seat. The commotion made Megan start crying again. Jeremy roared, “Ada, are you made of stone? This little girl has pneumonia and a high fever, and you’re here screaming like a banshee. What do you want, to scare the poor kid into a fit?” My heart sank. This man, my husband, the father of my daughter, was more concerned about someone else’s child than his own. I realized begging him was futile. I was shaking, torn between worrying about Mia and the rage building inside me at this ridiculous couple. I pulled out my phone, ready to call the police. “Fine, Jeremy, if you don’t care, I’ll call the cops to handle this.” But just as I dialed the second number, Fiona rushed over, shoving Megan into Jeremy’s arms. She gripped my hand tightly. “Ada, just calm down for a second. “The storm outside is fierce, and the police are swamped. Let’s not waste public resources on something so minor.” Jeremy held Megan tightly and laughed mockingly. “Ada, who do you think you are? The whole city is dealing with missing persons, and Mia’s been gone for only two hours. You really think the police will jump to help you? “She’s probably just at home! What are you making a fuss about? Go ahead and call the cops! If they find Mia at home, I can’t wait to see how you’ll explain that!” I was furious. But their comments made me reconsider. Maybe contacting the property management would be faster than calling the police. I shoved past Fiona and dialed the property office, but no one picked up. Thinking quickly, I scrolled through my contacts and found the number for my upstairs neighbors. Usually, Jeremy and I were too busy to interact much with them, so the only ones I could reach out to were a middle-aged couple living above us. Once, the husband had an accident at home, and when his wife called for help in our building group, I happened to be home. I rushed up to help with some basic first aid and even called for an ambulance. Later, they brought us fruit twice to thank us. Our neighbor’s phone rang almost immediately. When she learned that we had left our daughter home alone, her anger bubbled over. “Your daughter is so young! You two really have a lot of nerve!” I didn’t dare to argue. Instead, I pleaded with her to come downstairs and knock on our door. She knocked for two minutes straight, but there was no response from inside. My heart raced, and feeling utterly helpless, I shared the door code with her, asking her to go inside and check if everything was okay. The neighbor lady quickly initiated a video call. On the screen, I watched as she and her husband scoured every corner of our home, even rifling through the closet and peeking behind the curtains. Still, there was no sign of Mia. Then, I caught a glimpse of the table. Next to an open homework notebook lay the medicine box, with scattered pills strewn about. It was clear. Mia had taken the medication and left. But she hadn’t come back.

I hung up the video call and turned to Jeremy. “Jeremy, are you really not going to help me look for Mia?” He had watched the video, too, clearly taken aback by what he saw. His silence spoke volumes. At that moment, Fiona leaned down to check Megan’s forehead, and her face suddenly filled with panic. “Jeremy, what do we do? Megan’s fever seems to be getting worse!” Without a second thought, Jeremy rushed over, grabbing the ear thermometer and aiming it at Megan’s ear. He murmured, “One hundred and five degrees… If it gets any worse, we might have to admit her.” Fiona’s lips quivered, and she leaned against Jeremy, her voice trembling. “Jeremy, what if something happens to Megan? I’m scared.” He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, speaking gently, “Don’t worry, I’m here. Megan will be fine.” Fiona nodded, biting her lip. “Jeremy, don’t leave us…” I felt a wave of nausea wash over me at her words. Jeremy shot me a disdainful look. “Look, Ada, Mia took the medicine and left, but she didn’t go to deliver it. She knows she messed up, so she’s probably hiding. “Did you see that? Megan’s burning up! If Mia had delivered the medicine sooner, she wouldn’t be this sick. Thank goodness she ran into someone who brought them here; otherwise, if they were still out on the street, who knows what could’ve happened?” My lips felt numb, and my words began to slur. “Jeremy, have you even considered that Mia might be out there, trying to come home but can’t?” He scoffed, saying, “She’s eight years old, Ada. You think she’s that naive? She’s definitely hiding somewhere safe. “She’s probably just trying to avoid punishment, maybe playing games on her phone right now.” I was frantic. “But her phone is unreachable!” “Maybe she switched it to airplane mode. She can’t receive calls, but that doesn’t stop her from playing offline games.” I forced a wry smile. “So, all those times I tried calling you and couldn’t get through, you were just playing games with Fiona on airplane mode, huh?” His face fell at my accusation, but he put on a brave front, trying to sound authoritative. “Ada, I’m a doctor. My patients are unstable, and I can’t just abandon them to go look for a daughter who’s hiding on purpose!” Disappointment washed over me, nearly making me faint. Just then, Megan, who had been sleeping, suddenly convulsed and started calling out, “Mia! Mia! Don’t die!” I felt a jolt of realization. I rushed over, cupping Megan’s small face in my hands. “Megan, sweetie, tell me, you saw Mia today, didn’t you?” Her feverish face was flushed, her eyes glazed over. She nodded weakly. My heart raced with hope. “Megan, please tell me where you saw Mia!” But before I could finish my sentence, Fiona swept in, clutching her child and backing away in a panic. “Ada, what are you doing? Can’t you see Megan is delirious? Why would you scare her like that?” I pointed at her daughter. “Megan just said she saw Mia today! Fiona, tell me the truth—did Mia deliver the medicine? Where did she go afterward?” Fiona backed into a corner, her expression frantic. She didn’t even notice that Megan’s IV had come loose. “Ada, I told you. Megan is just talking nonsense because of her fever! Mia never came looking for us. Why won’t you believe me?” Megan’s blood began to drip from her small hand onto the floor, and Jeremy rushed forward, panic etched on his face, pressing down to stop the bleeding. He, usually so composed, shouted for a nurse to come and help. Then he turned to me, his voice sharp. “Can you please stop making this worse? Get back to your post! There are patients waiting for you!” I told Jeremy, word by word, under his disdainful gaze, “Jeremy, I’m a mother first, then a doctor. If I can’t protect my own daughter, who in their right mind would trust me with their loved ones?” His face flashed between red and pale. Around us, chaos erupted as the nurse tended to Megan, stopping the bleeding and redoing her IV. Then she gently tugged at my sleeve, handing me a pair of flat shoes. Her eyes spoke volumes of sympathy. “Dr. Johnson, you’ve only got one shoe left, and your foot is bleeding. Please take care of your wound and put on some proper shoes.” I thanked her softly, ignoring the little injuries on my foot, and slipped on the shoes. At that moment, I vowed that once I found Mia, I would shed Jeremy like those discarded shoes. Suppressing the simmering anger inside, I dialed David Federer, the head of the emergency department. As soon as he picked up, he shouted, “Ada, you need to hurry back! We’ve got too many patients here!” Overwhelmed, I couldn’t hold back the tears any longer. David paused, clearly taken aback. “What’s wrong?” I glanced back at Jeremy, who was cradling Megan in his arms, soothing her through the nebulizer. I sobbed into the phone. “Dr. Federer, Mia’s gone.” I briefed him on the whole situation. Without hesitation, David decided I should go find Mia. After a moment, he added, “Ada, it’s too dangerous out there. Come back first and take my SUV!” Once I had the keys in hand, I made the call to the police. But the operator informed me that due to the typhoon, they were overwhelmed with calls, and there was no telling when they’d get to mine. All they could do was take down my information and advise me to report back immediately if I found Mia. Just then, my neighbor upstairs called.

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After I got pregnant, my boyfriend took me to a place in the mountains to rest. He promised that he would marry me in four months. But when my belly started to show, he went ahead and married someone else. I confronted him through my tears, demanding to know why. With a slight furrow in his brow, he replied, “Lillian, you should understand. The wife of the White Group heir has to be a high-society socialite “Be reasonable. My heart is with you. What more do you want?” I trembled uncontrollably. He made me a mistress, turned our baby into an illegitimate child, and then blamed me for being ungrateful.

The day before the wedding, I uncovered my girlfriend, Eleanor Sutton’s long-buried secret. She was the internet’s most famous author of heart-wrenching stories, having published a book about her tragic first love that moved countless readers to tears. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I wasn’t the one she truly loved. The man who held her heart was my late best friend, Charles Kingsley. On our wedding day, I skipped town, done being her lapdog. But Eleanor chased me down, begging through tears for another chance. … Tomorrow was my wedding day with Eleanor. She was my childhood sweetheart, the girl I had loved for over a decade, and my first love. Back in high school, Eleanor saved my life during a fire that broke out at our school. At that moment, I vowed never to marry anyone but her, and she confessed she liked me too. My friends threw a party, getting me nearly three sheets to the wind, all while constantly offering their congratulations. “You’re the one tying the knot so soon, huh?” “Yeah, we’re still single, but you and Eleanor have been together for a decade. Marriage was just a matter of time…” “If only Charles were still around, he’d be thrilled… Let’s not bring up sad stuff on your big day.” Hearing their heartfelt wishes, I forced a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. To the outside world, Eleanor and I seemed like the perfect match. But love was a funny thing. Only the person wearing the shoe knew where it pinched. In all our years together, Eleanor and I never got more physical than hugging. She always said she wasn’t ready to take things further. I gave her all the time in the world, but Eleanor never let her guard down with me. Even last night, in the depths of silence, I heard Eleanor’s sobs. She was crying quietly next to me. Eleanor was actually such an optimistic person. I couldn’t imagine what could make her cry right before our wedding. I wanted to comfort her, but then I heard her whisper a name we never speak. My back stiffened. I must have heard wrong. Neither of us slept for the rest of the night. She went to cry on the balcony while I tossed and turned in bed. We were together but worlds apart. Eleanor left the house early today, simply saying she had something to take care of. I called her this evening, but she didn’t pick up. The ringing on the other end was deafening. For a brief moment, I felt like I didn’t understand our relationship anymore. But I didn’t let my friends see how upset I was. At some point, I had grown from a bright, hopeful kid into a scarred and weary adult. There were some things I would never talk about again. As my buddies dropped me off, I rolled down the window, letting the night breeze clear my head. The city felt vast and empty as if I had lost my place in the world while wandering in a daze. My friends were about to call Eleanor to pick me up, but I knew she wouldn’t come. After all these years, Eleanor still refused to meet my friends. Sure enough, when I got home, the place was cold and lifeless, not a trace of warmth. Her shoes weren’t at the door either. It looked like she hadn’t been back all day. I let out a heavy sigh, thinking I’d whip up some hangover soup in the kitchen. That’s when I heard a commotion at the front door. I’d barely made it there when the stench of booze hit me like a truck. Eleanor was plastered. Forcing a smile, I took her from her friends, who were practically holding her up. The moment the door clicked shut, Eleanor yanked her arm away from me. She stumbled off to the bathroom alone. Before long, muffled sobs echoed from behind the door. I pressed my lips together, about to knock on the bathroom door, when I noticed Eleanor’s phone light up. A message? I had barely picked up Eleanor’s phone when my eyes were drawn to the flood of notifications on her Twitter. It had more than a hundred notifications. What was going on? With trembling hands, I opened Twitter. I didn’t think deeply about it at the time. But I knew that the moment I unlocked her phone, my relationship with Eleanor was irreparably shattered. There was no going back. Eleanor had never told me she was Charnor, a famous angst writer on Twitter. For ten years, she’d been constantly memorializing her deceased first love, Charles, through her words. That name was taboo between Eleanor and me. Yet in corners I couldn’t see, Eleanor had never let him go. The day we started dating, she wrote on Twitter that no one could replace Charles, and even if she were trying to move forward, she’d never forget him. On our fifth anniversary, Eleanor posted that she still couldn’t move on. … I slowly scrolled through Eleanor’s Twitter, uncovering hints that she didn’t love me. On our eighth anniversary, Eleanor came to meet my parents at my house. That day was probably the happiest of my life. Bringing the girl you love most to meet your parents was a joyous moment for anyone. But during dinner, Eleanor didn’t even take a bite. She left abruptly, leaving me to finish the meal with my parents alone. Eleanor told me there was an emergency at work. Her Twitter, however, told a different story. She’d gone to Charles’ grave and broken down in tears. [Charles, I know there’s no going back. I have to move forward. I’ve met his parents. But I can’t forget you. Please, take me with you. My depression is getting worse again.]

Each word was like a drop of blood from her heart. If I were an outsider, I would probably be moved to tears by their love story. But I happen to be the protagonist of this story. Just today, Eleanor posted another tweet showing off her engagement ring. She said she planned to live a good life. She also said that although her life had no meaning without marrying Charles, she would keep looking forward as he had told her to. The comments below were all lamenting her lost love. I silently watched Twitter, my emotions growing more and more complicated. Soft crying still came from the bathroom. I thought Eleanor must be deeply in love with Charles. Then… what about me? What about me, the one who was about to marry her? I wanted to rush into the bathroom and ask Eleanor what she thought of our relationship, but I didn’t have the strength. Ten years with Eleanor… it was not a short time, but it was not particularly long either. I always thought I knew her. But now, it seems I never truly understood her. I closed my eyes, feeling a wave of exhaustion as I delved into my memories. Actually, Eleanor and I did share some warm memories. We grew up as childhood friends, always side by side, and she would proudly tell others that I was her big brother from next door. Every time she said that her eyes would open wide in excitement. She was genuinely happy to have me as her neighbor and friend. When we first started dating, my buddies called Eleanor the perfect girlfriend. That winter was brutal, and Eleanor, who’d never been good with needlework, knitted me a scarf herself. She caught the crack-of-dawn train to my city just to wrap that scarf around my neck on New Year’s Day. I tapped her nose, teasing her for being silly. “It’s not silly,” she mumbled, her eyes crinkling with laughter. My fingertips were red from the cold, but that winter felt like the warmest I’d ever known. Looking back, I was so naive then. Even after college, I still clung to that old-fashioned fairytale about childhood sweethearts destined for love, deliberately ignoring the little warning signs. Over the years, had Eleanor ever loved me, even for a second? Was I always just a stand-in for someone else in her eyes? I was best friends with Charles in her story. But he died in a fire. I had no idea Eleanor and Charles were first loves. I thought they barely knew each other, never imagining I was just a background character in their unforgettable story. I opened my eyes, recalling the flood of comments from her Twitter followers. Everyone was cursing me out. They called me the most vicious man, stealing my best friend’s girl. Eleanor never once defended me, the innocent party, in all this. She just kept memorializing Charles in her way long after he was gone. My eyes suddenly felt hot. At that moment, I envied Charles more than ever. Even though he was long gone, someone still held his name dear in their heart. But what about me? My mental health issues had only multiplied over the years, clinging to life with the help of antidepressants. Only two reasons stop me from ending it all… My parents and Eleanor. I had daydreamed countless times about married life with Eleanor. Her Twitter post was the knife that shattered those dreams. At that moment, I suddenly didn’t want to get married anymore. I refused to be someone’s replacement. Just like that, I sat there wide awake until dawn, unable to figure out what the ten years with Eleanor meant. Was it just me, hopelessly romantic and living out a one-sided fantasy? After her tears, Eleanor had already gone to the bedroom to rest. I sat by the bedroom door, able to hear Eleanor’s faint breathing. She wasn’t sleeping well. At times, I could even catch bits of her sleep-talking. She was calling for Charles as if she was about to marry her first love the next day. Silently, I shifted my legs and changed my position. As the first rays of morning light crept in, Eleanor’s alarm went off. She still remembered it was our wedding day, and she even set an alarm for it. So, she did know we were getting married. But suddenly, I didn’t want to go through with it. I didn’t want to keep being the replacement. Eleanor had just gotten out of bed when she noticed me sitting by the door. She rubbed her eyes, completely unaware of how drunk she was last night. “Ryan? Why are you sitting at the door?” I looked at the confused Eleanor, and a sharp pain stabbed at my chest. I realized she was actually quite cold-hearted, even if she didn’t see it herself. She could marry me without a second thought while mourning someone else, walking down the aisle with me. It wasn’t fair. Not to me, and not to Charles either. I took a deep breath and spoke softly. “Eleanor, I saw your Twitter.” With just one sentence, Eleanor’s expression changed completely. The facade of calm she’d been maintaining seemed to crumble in an instant.

After a long pause, Eleanor spoke softly. “You… you know everything?” At this point, I had nothing left to say. I did know everything. I knew how deeply she loved Charles, and I knew she’d even published their story as a novel, making countless readers weep. And I, her fiance, was just a plain, unremarkable backdrop, serving no purpose in their story. If I served any purpose at all, it was probably as a cautionary tale. Eleanor’s face went pale. Her lips trembled, but in the end, she said nothing, only asking, “So… what now? What do you want to do?” Even Eleanor didn’t realize how cold her tone was at that moment. It was as if she’d drained every ounce of emotion from her voice. I wanted to ask Eleanor what she really thought of me or if she’d ever loved me at all. But those questions seemed meaningless now. In the end, I just sighed, “Eleanor… was Charles your first love?” I had never heard about this before. At the mention of Charles’ name, a flicker of visible pain crossed Eleanor’s eyes. We never spoke of Charles, acting as if he didn’t exist. But some things didn’t cease to exist just because we didn’t talk about them. We just hadn’t faced them before. Eleanor clearly had no desire to answer the question, merely glancing at the time on her phone and urging me to hurry and get dressed, as the makeup team would be here soon. Soon, our friends and family would arrive to offer their heartfelt congratulations, wishing us a long and happy marriage. But now, those well-wishes only felt like nails on a chalkboard to me. The Eleanor I loved deeply didn’t love me back. Countless nights, she had cried over another man. The thought of it made my heart sink. Looking at Eleanor, I felt all the energy drain from my body. I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed answers now. As I was about to let Eleanor leave for the bathroom, I stopped her and asked, carefully enunciating each word, “I need to hear it from you. Did you ever love me? Or… how do you really feel about me now?” A heavy silence fell over the room. It shouldn’t have been a difficult question to answer. But Eleanor didn’t say a word. The look in her eyes as she gazed at me was tinged with weariness as if she were watching a fool. A fool, huh? I guessed I had played that role pretty well over the years. All this time, I’d foolishly believed Eleanor and I were soulmates. One night, when she was drunk, she did tell her friends that she’d definitely get married when the time was right. I hadn’t thought much of it then, but now I see the truth. Eleanor’s willingness to marry me was nothing more than appeasing her parents. I was the only one who stubbornly believed we were deeply in love. Maybe it was fate playing tricks, but I discovered her long-buried secret the night before our wedding. She’d never told anyone she was Charnor. It was because I loved her that learning the truth felt like a punch to the gut. “Stop making a scene. We won’t be able to face our parents if you keep this up. Ryan Hawkins, we’re not kids anymore. How I feel about you doesn’t matter now. Just go through with the wedding and give everyone closure. Aren’t you embarrassed, throwing a fit like this?” Eleanor’s voice was ice-cold, seemingly unaffected by my breakdown. It took me just a second to figure it all out. I couldn’t marry Eleanor. Even though I’ve loved her for ten years, even though I genuinely care for her, even though… No matter what, I wouldn’t accept misplaced affection. Eleanor’s heart belonged to someone else. After scrolling through her Twitter posts from the past decade, I couldn’t bring myself to love her anymore. Even if I was not quite ready to let go of these feelings, I needed to walk away. I couldn’t keep playing the fool. I grabbed Eleanor’s wrist. “Eleanor. We haven’t get the marriage license yet. Let’s call off today’s wedding.” Eleanor’s eyes widened in shock. She probably never thought I’d be able to leave so decisively. Eleanor, usually so even-tempered, actually got angry. She loudly demanded if I was done with my little game. But my mind was a jumbled mess. I needed to reconsider my relationship with Eleanor seriously. After all these years together, I felt like Eleanor had changed. To be precise, she’d changed long ago. The tides of life had swept us forward. She already changed, but I was the one standing still, still believing in true love, still thinking we could have a great future together. Before the makeup team arrived, a wild idea took root in my mind. I knew it was terribly ill-timed. But the truth was, I no longer wanted to marry Eleanor. Staying together in this muddy, undefined state held no meaning anymore. So, despite being a full-grown adult, I did something utterly childish. I became a runaway groom. I booked a flight out of town, rushing to the airport before any guests arrived. I was done being a doormat. Before boarding, the hospital also sent over my psychological report. Severe depression… See, Eleanor? You were not the only one who had a hard time all these years After Charles passed away, I completely bombed my SATs. I couldn’t wrap my head around why, right before the test, my best friend had to die in a fire. The school was grateful that only one person died in the fire, and Charles became the cold “death toll of 1” in the news. But only when I was there did I truly understand what it felt like. As the plane took off, I gazed out at the blazing sun, and tears began to fall. But after a moment, I chuckled and wiped them away. They said real men didn’t cry easily, so I couldn’t keep tearing up, right? Maybe it was just the sun shining too bright. I leaned back in my seat, exhausted, and thought, I won’t cry anymore.

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My nanny’s daughter, Janet Mitchell, sold my cruise ship worth eight hundred million dollars. She made up a rumor that I had abortions frequently, so she donated the money to the church and blessed me. My brother, Ethan Edward, testified on Janet’s behalf and falsely accused me in public. My classmates made fun of it, and my fiancé, Benjamin Wellington, found out about it and thought I was being overly slutty, so he was going to break off the engagement with me. I called the police straight away, but they joined forces and said I was mentally ill, so they sent me to a mental hospital. I was tortured with the consent of my family, so I died early. As I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day the cruise ship disappeared. My eyes widened in shock as I saw Janet stopping in front of me with her arms stubbornly extended. Seeing the uncontrollable hatred on my face, Janet shuddered and said miserably, “Why are you showing off your cruise ship? Why don’t you take our classmates out to dinner at a fancy hotel? “Ethan, look at her. She is so extravagant just after she graduated, so she will definitely spend all our family’s money in the future.” When Ethan, who was beside me, saw the look on my face, he directly protected Janet behind him. “That’s enough. Your cruise ship has already been sold by Janet already, so you should take your classmates back.” With that, he bent down and helped Janet fix the hair around her ears. The two looked at each other and smiled as if it was nothing at all for Janet to sell my cruise ship worth eight hundred million dollars. It made me upset to see them take it for granted. “My grandma gave me that cruise ship, but who are you to sell my stuff?” Ethan looked at me in shock, as if he couldn’t believe I would go against his word. “Stella, don’t you know who the future owner of the Edwards family is?” I didn’t know it before, but I did after I died. I was originally the true heir of the Edwards family. Thinking about the fate of my previous life made me feel disgusted inside, and my tone turned indifferent. “Well, the nanny’s daughter secretly sold her employer’s cruise ship, but my brother was defending the thief. It seemed that if I didn’t call the police, you guys wouldn’t have confessed.” Upon saying that, Janet cried out loud and shouted to the students behind me who were looking forward to the cruise ship, “I’m doing this for your own good, Stella. you’re usually extravagant, and you have a messy personal life and frequent abortions, so you have to pray to atone for your sins. “So I sold your cruise ship. I did it to get the money for the cost of the prayers to bless you that your aborted fetus could be reincarnated.” The students behind me were shocked to hear her words. In my previous life, I was so furious at Janet’s nonsense that I slapped her across the face. Unexpectedly, I annoyed Ethan, who took Janet’s side and joined her in accusing me of sleeping around. It was treated as a joke by my classmates until Benjamin found out about it. Since then, the Wellington family had broken off the engagement, and I had lost all value in the eyes of my father, Paul Edwards. Soon after, Janet seduced Benjamin. In order to get rid of me completely, she and Ethan worked together to fabricate evidence that I was mentally unbalanced, so my family forcibly sent me to a mental hospital. It didn’t take long for me to be abused and die under their deliberate guidance. One of the two adulterous cheaters had inherited the family business in my place, and one had married my fiancé. Thinking about this, I was so angry that I trembled and directly took out my cell phone. “You’re just a nanny’s daughter, but how dare you slander your employer? Janet, you’d better still be as decisive as you were just now when you talk to the police. “Let’s get the police to find out who had abortions regularly. Also, where the hell is my cruise ship?” Just as I finished speaking, Janet suddenly turned pale and looked at Ethan as if she was asking for help. Ethan immediately defended Janet and slapped my cell phone to the ground. “Stella, don’t think you’ll change the nasty things you’ve done by threatening Janet like that. “I’m going to teach you a lesson in front of all your classmates today!” In my previous life, I was indeed frightened by his suddenly serious expression, but I would never be bullied by them this time. I turned straight back to my classmates and yelled, “My nanny’s daughter stole my cruise ship, but my brother is defending the thief. Please help me call the police!”

Hearing my words, my classmates surprisingly avoided my gaze. “Stella, Janet is so kind. How could she steal your cruise ship?” “Janet looks pretty and generous, and she will never do anything to steal.” “Janet has told you she’ll pray for you, but instead of appreciating her, you’re slandering her.” “Maybe she had frequent abortions, so her mental health was affected…” They whispered while letting out a meaningful laugh. I was so furious that my face flushed. “Janet is rich and generous, and she’s spending my family’s money! You guys…” At that moment, Ethan grabbed my wrist and told me threateningly, “That’s enough. You can’t keep making mistakes. “Janet grew up in our family, so she’s your sister. You’re insulting me by punching Janet in the face!” Looking at Ethan’s veins bulging with rage, I slapped him harshly across the face. “See what I mean? Now that’s what I call insulting you.” Saying that, I picked up the dropped cell phone and desperately dialed my mother, Sarah’s number. However, the only thing that responded to my call was a shutdown indication. I ignored Ethan, who was furious. After repeated attempts to dial Sarah’s number, I finally felt desperate. Everything in my previous life happened so fast that I didn’t have time to react at all. Just now, I suddenly realized that something so terrible had happened to me, but Sarah hadn’t shown up. There was definitely something suspicious about this. I ignored my classmates, who were mocking at me and my cruise ship, which was worth eight hundred million dollars, behind me. I dialed my grandma, Patricia Turner, as I stepped back. Patricia’s voice was bright, her tone was filled with kindness. “Good girl, when are you coming to my house for a couple days?” I got right to the point and whispered, “Grandma, my mom is missing, and I suspect my dad, Ethan, and Megan did it. “Ethan and Janet secretly sold the cruise ship you gave me, but that’s not the most important thing. You must get my mom back first!” Saying that, a person suddenly hugged me forcefully from my back. I turned around in surprise to see my fiancé, Benjamin. At this moment, Ethan had already brought Janet to catch up. Looking at Benjamin’s sudden appearance, Janet pretended to be tender and said, with tears in her eyes, “Benjamin, Stella is sleeping around, and I donated hundreds of millions of dollars to the church so that you can live happily after your wedding, but Stella blamed me for spending her money recklessly. “Also, she slapped Ethan in the face. Benjamin, help me convince Stella.” Janet looked lovely. At this moment, the way she was crying immediately aroused Benjamin’s feelings of protecting her. He glared at me and dragged me to Janet arbitrarily. “Stella, you’re going too far. Why are you bullying such a tender girl? Apologize to her immediately! “I will break off the engagement with you on behalf of the Wellington family!” I gritted my teeth hard as I watched those who had teamed up to send me to hell in my previous life stand in a line in front of me. “Do you deserve my apology?” Upon hearing this, Janet cried even louder as both Ethan and Benjamin immediately comforted her all. I took the opportunity to slip away and quietly went to the police station. Hearing that a private luxury cruise ship worth eight hundred million dollars had been stolen and sold, the police widened their eyes incredulously. After they repeatedly confirmed that I was not mentally ill, they finally decided to file a case for investigation. I had just walked out the door of the police station, and before I could say goodbye to the police, I got a call from Janet. “Where are you hiding and crying in secret? My dear sister. “You’ve always been dominant over me, so it’s not a good feeling to suddenly be targeted by me, is it?” I snorted as I listened to her sarcastic tone, “Janet, what exactly are you trying to say?” Janet’s voice was filled with smugness. “I want to say that your fiancé is mine, your brother is mine, and everything you have is mine. “I’m trying to say that your fiancé has belonged to me, and so has your brother. Everything you have belongs to me now.” I blinked, hung up, and looked over at the police officer following me. “Did you hear everything?”

During the police investigation, I went straight to Patricia’s house in the suburbs for safety reasons. As soon as Patricia saw me, she worriedly took me into her arms and said with tears in her eyes, “Good girl, what happened to you?” I sniffled and leaned into Patricia’s arms. “I’m fine. Grandma, did you find my mom?” Patricia rubbed my hair tenderly and was just about to speak when the door to the villa was kicked open. The visitors were unexpectedly Paul and Ethan. Seeing that I was here, Paul said furiously, “Stella, after all the shameless and nasty things you’ve done, why are you so ashamed to hide here? “Come back with me and apologize to Janet. Also, Janet will marry Benjamin.” I stood up straight and looked at Paul in the eye without being be neither humble nor pushy. “You think I’m shameless and nasty just by listening to the nonsense of a nanny’s daughter? “If it’s so easy to slander someone, I will think Janet’s family are all dirty. “Also, that’s the cruise ship my grandma gave me. Give me back my cruise ship!” Paul was trembling with anger at my attitude, and he was trying to grab me. “Don’t I know what kind of girl Janet is? She did all that for your own good!” “You wicked girl, go back, and you’re grounded!” At this moment, Patricia, who hadn’t said anything, stopped in front of me on her crutches. “Paul, you’ve become so rude now that you didn’t even say hello when you saw me.” Seeing Patricia, Paul finally came back to his senses from his outburst. He looked so ashamed. Then, he smiled, “Mom, I was just helping you teach her a lesson. You just stay out of it.” Patricia sneered, looking intimidating without even getting angry. “Paul, Stella is your child, and you’d better think before you speak.” Paul looked grim as he pulled out his cell phone and sent a certain notification. After a while, the entrance to Patricia’s villa was filled with people. Some of them had cameras, some had microphones, and they surrounded a white car with Janet in the center. I moved over quickly and heard Janet crying in sadness. “I did it all for her, but she constantly insulted me. I’m going to let you all witness directly today whether Stella is a slut or not!” As I stared in shock, Ethan stepped forward and gently wiped Janet’s tears away. “Janet, it’s all right.” The two looked at each other for a short while. Then, Janet stood in front of everyone and shouted at me, “Stella, you said you’ve never slept around, and now the press and the doctor are here. Dare you let the doctor examine you?” I was so angry that I got a headache, and Patricia, who was beside me, was trembling. “Bastard. stella is my own granddaughter, so how dare you do this to her?” At that moment, Paul smiled and walked into the crowd. “I’m sorry, Mom. It’s so important that the Edwards family and the Wellington family join forces, and we can’t have a woman who has aborted a fetus marrying Benjamin, which wouldn’t be conducive to our future partnership.” Hearing Paul’s words, the onlookers became even more agitated. “Look at Mr. Edwards. He’s so righteous, he’ll never allow his children to go astray!” “Stella looks pale. Did she really sleep around?” “I think it’s highly probable. Her sister looks calm.” I stood upstairs and watched the crowd gather around me. I tightened my grip on Patricia’s hand and suddenly said, “Fine. Don’t just check up on me since Dad is so concerned about the marriage union. “Why don’t you let my sister be examined along with me?”

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