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Mom organized an engagement party for my boyfriend and Daisy—the silly girl from the corner store that everyone calls idiot. Our neighbor asked her: “Patricia, isn’t that Scarlett’s boyfriend? How on earth did Scarlett agree to this?” Mom just brushed it off. “Scarlett’s more than capable, she can find any guy she wants later. Daisy rarely gets marriage offers. As chair of the local community outreach program, I naturally need to look out for the vulnerable first.” Standing outside the banquet hall, everything suddenly clicked. That’s why Mom kept trying to fix me up with men, either middle-aged security guards or guys with severe disabilities—even though she knew I had a boyfriend. And I also realized what kind of “surprise” my boyfriend meant when he said he had a secret to tell me. My mom spotted me and called me over to the stage: “Scarlett, to keep things from getting awkward, just think of Ryan as your brother today.” “Come, say hello to your sis-in-law, Daisy.” In that moment, something inside me snapped. My voice didn’t even sound like my own. “Mom, Ryan—from now on, I want nothing to do with either of you.”

I walked out without hesitation, but my head was spinning. I’d only been away from this small town for three days. The minute I got back to the neighborhood entrance, a neighbor told me Mom had “given” my boyfriend to Daisy—the sweet but developmentally challenged girl from downstairs. I didn’t believe it at first. Ryan was a person, not some object Mom could just “hand over.” But when I got home and saw our living room decked out for an engagement party, I knew it was true. When Mom saw me leaving, she hurried over and grabbed my arm: “Scarlett! Where do you think you’re going?” “You can’t leave now. Won’t that just prove to everyone Daisy stole your boyfriend? How’s that supposed to make her look?” “If you had any sense, you’d stay, be Daisy’s bridesmaid, and even give a little toast.” I stared at her, completely dumbfounded. She knew Ryan and I had been together two years—we were practically engaged. How could she only care about Daisy’s reputation and not mine?! Ryan came over too, his voice low and placating: “Scarlett, I’ll explain everything about the engagement tomorrow.” “Today, for old times’ sake, please don’t cause a scene.” He was stronger than Mom, that’s for sure. He practically dragged me into the guest room. Daisy was sitting on my bed, wearing the wedding dress I’d been eyeing for ages but could never afford, grinning foolishly at us. Mom and Ryan lit up immediately. Everyone seemed thrilled about this marriage. Everyone got their version of happiness. Everyone except me—red-eyed, pale, looking pathetic and absurd. All my pent-up emotions erupted. I swept everything off the dessert table by the door. Wedding favors, fancy chocolates, stacks of gift envelopes, and presents they’d already collected went flying across the floor. Mom jumped back, pulling Daisy behind her: “Are you out of your mind? Don’t you remember I’m your mother? You wanna disrespect me on a day like this?” That comment hit me like a knife through the heart. I locked eyes with her, refusing to look away for even a second: “Patricia, do *you* remember you’re my mother?” “Ever since Dad died saving Daisy in that car crash, and you took over that charity, you’ve treated her better than your own daughter.” “The community hails Dad as a local hero. Those monthly grocery vouchers they give you? You hand them all to her. She eats imported fruit while I’m stuck with stale bread and tap water. She wears designer dresses, and I get your thrift store hand-me-downs.” The once lively engagement party fell completely silent. Neighbors craned their heads through the door, hungry for gossip. Mom tried to cover my mouth: “Okay Scarlett, stop it! Aren’t you embarrassed?” “Embarrassed?” I wrenched her hand away, feeling totally unhinged, desperate to scream all my frustrations: “I could let all that slide. But Ryan is *my* boyfriend! How do you just give him away like he’s property?!” “Aren’t you ashamed for making my boyfriend marry someone else?!” That comment lit the room on fire. I could hear the neighbor ladies outside exclaiming loudly. “I told you Scarlett and Ryan were serious—you wouldn’t believe me. They’ve been dating two, three years now.” “I don’t get what Scarlett’s mom is thinking, giving away her own daughter’s boyfriend.” Mom and Ryan’s faces went rigid. Ryan stormed over and pushed me hard: “Scarlett, have you no shame? How could you say that in front of everyone?” “Do you realize how much this is hurting Daisy? Now apologize to her.” “Otherwise, you’ll never hear my side of the story.” I crumpled to the floor. A shattered wine glass had sliced deep into my palm, leaving it soaked. I couldn’t tell if it was blood or the tears I couldn’t shed. But I knew in that moment, it wasn’t Mom giving away my boyfriend. It was me walking away from both of them. I pushed everyone away, hauling myself up from the floor. “Since you both care so much about Daisy, then Mom, let her be your daughter.” “Ryan, who you marry and why is none of my business anymore.”

This time, no one could stop me from leaving this small town for the city. I went to Grandma Lily’s house and found an envelope in her cupboard. I’d been accepted into a grad program at a university down south—thousands of miles away, a two-day train ride from home. It was so far, and I’d originally considered turning it down because I didn’t want to leave Ryan and worried about Mom being alone. I’d left the acceptance letter with Grandma Lily. Grandma Lily hadn’t gone to the engagement party. She brewed ginger tea while comforting me: “Your mom and Ryan have both lost their minds.” “Don’t be sad. Always put yourself first.” “Orientation’s only a month away, right? I’ll buy your train ticket.” Tears filled my eyes, and I fell into her arms, finally letting myself cry. That night, Mom came into my room with a first-aid kit, and Daisy followed her. Ryan hovered in the doorway, looking guilty, too ashamed to come in. She roughly dabbed medicine on my hand, her tone still accusatory: “Scarlett, you went too far today. You know how those neighborhood women already look down on Daisy for her condition.” “Now they’ll have even more to gossip about.” I turned my head away. Just looking at her face made me want to lose it. Daisy had been listening nearby and suddenly puckered her lips, trying to kiss my cheek: “Don’t be mad. Ryan kissed me, I kiss you. No mad, okay?” I jumped back, instinctively raising my hand to block her, but Daisy immediately plopped down on the floor. Mom’s face softened with a tenderness I’d never seen before. She rushed over and pulled Daisy into a hug: “Daisy, sweetie, did you fall? You didn’t do anything wrong. Why are you apologizing to her?” But when she looked at me, her eyes turned icy: “Scarlett, what is wrong with you? I never knew you could be so cruel?! Daisy isn’t like you—she needs someone to protect her so those women don’t pick on her. Why do you have to take this from her? Can’t you let her have one good thing?” Ryan came in too, checking on Daisy’s “injuries.” He couldn’t meet my eyes, though he didn’t yell like Mom: “Scarlett, you used to be so kind. What happened to you?” “So this is my fault?” I wanted to laugh bitterly, but instead tears started flowing: “Mom, you have the nerve to talk about security? Remember when I graduated college? There was an admin assistant opening at the company downtown. I’d already interviewed with HR—it was a stable job. What did you do?” “You pulled strings as some ‘prominent community leader’ and gave my job to Daisy instead, all in the name of women’s rights.” “Now she makes six or seven grand a month doing nothing. Tell me—where’s my security? What do I have?” I gripped the canvas bag in my hand. Inside was my grad school acceptance letter. At least I still had that. As long as I got out of this town, far from them, I’d be okay. Mom and Ryan looked guilty. I was done arguing. Just as I was about to tell them to leave, a sharp sound cut through the room. Daisy started slapping herself hard: “Daisy bad. Daisy took sister’s things. Sister not mad. Daisy punish self.” I frowned at her: “I didn’t tell you to do that.” But Ryan pulled her into a hug, shooting me a hateful look: “Scarlett, do you have to provoke her like this?” “Can’t you see she’s carrying my child? I have to marry her.” That hit me like a ton of bricks. I could barely hear anything after that. So they’d slept together. No wonder when I celebrated Ryan’s birthday last week—drove ten miles to get his favorite cake—he was acting weird, saying he had something to tell me. That was his secret. I stumbled to my feet, nearly tripping over a chair, and staggered out the door: “You two are disgusting. Absolutely shameless.” “I’m going to tell everyone the truth.”

My threat didn’t just panic Ryan—Mom’s face twitched too. Ryan grabbed my sleeve: “No, Scarlett, you can’t ruin me! Your mom manipulated me. If it weren’t for you, I never would’ve gotten into this mess.” Mom looked away, guilty. Daisy suddenly covered her face and started sobbing: “It’s all my fault. She hates me. I should just die so sister won’t be mad.” With that, she ran out. Mom and Ryan chased after her. Mom turned to slap me hard: “Your father died saving Daisy! She is my daughter now.” “If anything happens to Daisy, I’ll never forgive you!” Before Ryan left, he squeezed my hand: “Scarlett, you’re the only one for me. I have to marry Daisy, but you know she’s not all there. I’ll always think of you as family—the mother of my child.” “You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved.” After he left, I scrubbed my hands three times before I felt clean. His touch made me feel filthy. I went to the local shipping center to mail my university documents. As I filled out the address form, I saw Mom and Ryan hugging Daisy, comforting her. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but Daisy was smiling happily. She was pretty in her own way, with a childlike smile. No wonder they all doted on her. Mr. Miller, the shipping center owner, flipped through my papers and smiled: “Good for you, kiddo. Thought you’d given up on grad school.” I played it casual: “How’d you know about that, Mr. Miller?” He slapped a shipping label on the envelope with a snap: “Your boyfriend told me! Picked up your acceptance letter last year, said you weren’t going ’cause you two were getting married. Didn’t expect you to reapply. Not as good as last year’s school, but still solid.” My whole body started shaking. I’d slaved away for a whole year studying. Ryan knew how many all-nighters I pulled, how hard I worked. So I had gotten in last year—he stole my letter?! Mr. Miller noticed my pale face and his smile faded. He leaned in, checking the coast was clear before lowering his voice: “Kid, you need to watch your back.” “My wife was chatting with your mom the other day—heard she paid for Daisy’s engagement party.” “Where’d she get the cash? Turns out she arranged your engagement to that housing rep’s son from Oakwood Estates, took a down payment. She was gonna sell you off!” I recoiled, ice running through my veins. The sun was shining bright, but I felt cold to the bone. The people I trusted most had betrayed me like this. Mom said I could have any man I wanted, but the guy she tried to set me up with had two exes who filed restraining orders against him. I grabbed Mr. Miller’s arm: “Please, don’t tell anyone I’m going to grad school.” I needed to get out quietly and start over.

I stopped moping around and started acting normal. Ryan’s engagement might as well have been happening to a stranger. I even called Daisy “sister-in-law” to her face. She had a new outfit every day—either Ryan bought it or Mom took her shopping. Maybe it was just me, but her belly seemed to be growing fast. She insisted I walk with her. When we passed the neighborhood pond, she pulled my hand to her stomach: “Feel that? Your nephew’s kicking.” A bitter taste rose in my throat. But then it hit me—Daisy wasn’t as innocent as she seemed. Before I could pull away, she whispered in my ear: “Your boyfriend and your mom are *my* family now. They care more about me… and my baby.” “Oh, and your dad? He died for me. You wanna know what his last words were?” That cut me to the core. Before I could respond, Daisy dragged both of us into the pond. The quiet neighborhood erupted into chaos. Neighbors out for walks pulled us out of the water. I coughed up water, my stomach heaving. A stinging slap hit my face. Mom, sobbing, kept hitting me: “Scarlett, why can’t you just let this go? Your father died saving her! How could you try to kill Daisy? What if something happened to her baby?!” “What if something happened to you too? Do you want me to lose everything?!” I screamed that I didn’t do it. But Ryan looked down at me, voice cold: “Scarlett, I know you’re jealous of Daisy. You think she stole me.” “But she’s eight months pregnant! While she was carrying my child, you were trying to break us up! You need to apologize to her right now!” His lies turned the crowd against me. The neighbors had pitied me a second ago, but now they saw me as the homewrecker. If I couldn’t get out of this town, I’d be ruined. I remembered Ryan holding my hand at Dad’s funeral when I was seven, swearing he’d always protect me. I remembered him getting seven stitches when he fought off my bullies in seventh grade. Sixteen, picking me up from school, getting down on one knee with a soda tab ring, calling me his future wife. All those memories were lies. I laughed—a bitter, hollow sound. Whatever. Why bother explaining? Explanations are for people who care. A month later, Mom and Ryan cooked a big dinner. “It’s Scarlett’s birthday. We should smooth things over.” “Don’t know why she’s been so moody lately.” Daisy smiled, hand on her belly. Ryan glanced at her, pausing mid-motion. Something about her seemed different. He dried his hands. “I’ll go get Scarlett for dinner.” But when he opened her door, his smile froze.

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It was our eighth wedding anniversary, and I wanted to surprise Scarlett, my wife. Instead, her assistant, Liam, knocked me down the stairs. Liam looked terrified. “Oh no, did I mess up again? I’m so sorry, please scold me…” Scarlett’s heart ached for him. “Don’t be silly, it wasn’t on purpose.” Then, she glared at me. “Alright, so you fell. Just get up. Don’t lie there making a scene!” At the hospital, the woman in the next bed asked kindly why my wife hadn’t come to see me, even though I had a concussion. Was she too busy? I was silent for a moment, then turned and tossed my wedding ring into the trash can. “No, I just became a widower.” Scarlett didn’t come home until late the next night. The moment she walked in, she tossed her trench coat onto the sofa. Only to find it already piled with her clothes from yesterday, and a mess of high heels scattered across the floor. A flicker of annoyance crossed her face. As usual, she didn’t notice my pale complexion or the medications on the table. “I’ve been out working all day and night, and I come home to this mess? Are you expecting me to clean it up?” I didn’t even lift an eyelid. I was too tired to remind her that the perfume she was wearing completely gave away her whereabouts. Seeing my lack of reaction, Scarlett scoffed. “Seriously, it’s like I married a prince and brought him home just to worship him.” My lips pressed into a tight line. After we got married, I willingly learned to cook and clean for Scarlett. Back then, even if I burned my hand cooking, a single compliment from her would make my entire day. But now, I was utterly fed up. When I remained silent, Scarlett’s brows furrowed. She finally sensed something was wrong. She slowly walked towards me, reaching out to touch my face, but I subtly dodged her. Scarlett froze, her voice softening a bit. “What’s wrong? Are you still angry?” I calmly shot back, “What good would being angry do?” Yesterday afternoon, after Liam knocked me down the stairs, Scarlett was only concerned with comforting a panicking Liam. She completely ignored the blood seeping from my head. To cheer Liam up, Scarlett even promised on the spot to go shopping with him. That afternoon, while they were on a sweet date, I was alone in the hospital undergoing surgery. “I just don’t get you men. Why do you always have so much to be angry about?” Seeing my cold attitude, Scarlett grew a little impatient. She roughly tried to turn my face towards her, but her hand brushed against my icy-cold skin. Her expression finally showed a hint of panic. “Why are you crying? It was just a fall, and I just snapped at you a couple of times, right?” “Alright, stop crying. It’s all my fault, okay? Blame me for being so busy these past two days that I didn’t have time for you.” Scarlett embraced me gently, letting out a soft sigh. “But wasn’t I doing all this for our home? Can’t you be a little more understanding?” “Do you know how hard I work out there? I’m so busy every day, and isn’t it all to give you a better life?” Hearing her words, my heart felt utterly frozen. Yesterday, right after my solo surgery, consumed by despair, Liam updated his social media. Liam: Thanks for the flowers, Scarlett! The photo showed the boy smiling brightly, holding a bouquet of roses. Scarlett’s blurry figure was unintentionally captured in the background. And Scarlett, from the moment I was knocked down until now, had never once genuinely asked about my well-being. At that thought, a wave of disgust washed over my face. I pushed her away with force and casually brushed her off. “Yeah, I know. You work so hard. Everything is for me. Thank you, you’re truly wonderful.” The words hung in the air, and the living room fell silent. Scarlett stared at me, utterly stunned. In eight years of marriage, this was the first time I had ever pushed her away. My fervent, unreserved love had become the very weapon she used to hurt me, over and over again. Ignoring her bewildered gaze, my eyes were cold and distant. I was about to turn and leave. But Scarlett suddenly grabbed my hand tightly, her voice tinged with a subtle panic. “Alex, where’s your ring?”

I lowered my eyes to my bare ring finger and said, expressionless, “I don’t know. Probably lost it.” She fixed her gaze on me, brows furrowed, as if trying to discern if I was lying. I met her stare, completely open and calm. After a long moment, she finally exhaled, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “How could you be so careless? Never mind, I’ll just buy you a new one later.” “I know I’ve been busy lately, and you’ve been feeling neglected.” “Actually, I prepared a little surprise for you. Something you’ve always wanted. I finally bought it.” Scarlett pulled a small box from her pocket, then gestured to the messy pile of clothes and shoes nearby. “But you have to clean all this up first before I give it to you.” I glanced at the trinket in her hand and said blandly, “I don’t need it. You keep it.” Scarlett’s displeasure was evident. “I bought you the gift you like, and you’re not even willing to do a little housework?” “I think I’ve been too good to you—” Before she could finish, her phone rang. I knew it was Liam’s custom ringtone. Scarlett’s lips curved upward unconsciously. She instinctively glanced at me, then, phone in hand, turned and walked into the room, closing the door behind her. Five minutes later, Scarlett emerged, pulled on her trench coat, and tossed the small box onto the sofa. “Alright, I was just kidding. Go ahead and see what the gift is.” “But the housework still needs to be done. The house must be sparkling clean by tomorrow night. It’s a disaster; I don’t know what you do all day.” “There’s a small issue with a company project. I’m going to deal with it. You go to bed first, don’t wait up for me.” I watched her silently. The same scene had played out countless times over these eight years. Yet, I always kept deceiving myself. After Scarlett left, I casually tossed the gift towards the trash can. But the box hit the rim of the bin, snapping open with a pop. A diamond-studded watch fell to the floor. I froze for a moment, then finally remembered. Seven years ago, I had once asked her for a diamond-studded watch. Back then, the company was just starting out. I accompanied her to various business dinners, and we finally landed a huge deal. The day the project was successfully completed, I mustered my courage and asked Scarlett to get me a diamond-studded watch. She frowned, clearly impatient. “Alex, can’t you be more sensible? Today it’s a necklace, tomorrow a car, and the day after are you going to ask for a private jet?” “Besides, your neck is so short, what’s the point of wearing anything?” “If you really like jewelry, I’ll buy you a necklace, alright?” The next day, Scarlett gave me a cheap necklace. I always thought she just didn’t like those kinds of things. But later, she showered Liam with countless pieces of jewelry. So many that he couldn’t help but flaunt them on his social media. Liam: Why does someone love giving jewelry so much!!! I’m not an octopus, I can’t even wear it all! This diamond-studded watch is so tacky, I hate it, don’t want it! I clicked on the post. That diamond-studded watch was the very “surprise” gift Scarlett had given me. My lips tightened. I picked it up and threw it into the trash can again. Then, I dialed a number. “Chris, that famous divorce lawyer you mentioned last time, can you recommend him to me?”

A joyful voice came from the other end of the line: “I didn’t mishear, did I? You finally made up your mind?!” I hummed in affirmation, trying to suppress the bitterness in my heart. “Yes, it’s all over. I want to go home.” Chris chuckled. “That’s good news, Alex, why be sad about it? Well, I’ll wish you a happy divorce in advance then!” Chris was incredibly efficient. The lawyer contacted me first thing in the morning. I booked my flight for three days later and started packing my bags. After Scarlett left that night, she disappeared for two consecutive days. In the past, I would have anxiously asked her why she wasn’t coming home. But now, I no longer cared. At nine in the evening, I lay in bed, silently planning my departure time for tomorrow. Then, Scarlett’s friend Ben suddenly called. “Alex, it’s bad! Scarlett’s about to get into a fight! You need to get over here right away!” When I arrived, I immediately spotted Scarlett, with a frightened Liam cowering behind her. At a table, a few middle-aged men and women were still relentlessly pushing drinks. “Ms. Scarlett, what’s wrong with having this young man join us for a few drinks to liven things up?” “Exactly, he’s just your assistant. Do you really need to baby him so much?” “If he just has a few drinks with us, we’ll sign the deal right away, fair enough?” At these words, Scarlett’s face instantly turned awful. She slammed her glass onto the floor and sneered. “What? Are you implying that I, Scarlett, need to rely on men to do business?!” Hearing that, I froze. Those humiliating memories resurfaced. In the early days of the company, to quickly establish a market presence, I accompanied Scarlett to various networking events. For her career, I forced myself to stomach the nausea, plastering on a smile, drinking glass after glass. But she never once stopped a drink from being offered to me. That time, it was also a night like this. I cried, begging her to take me home. The networking was disgusting, I didn’t want to drink anymore. But Scarlett got angry. “What are you talking about? It’s your honor to drink with Mr. Ben !” She grabbed my hand. “I knew you’d be a hassle! Just keep quiet later and just drink. Let’s go! They’re waiting for us.” At that memory, I couldn’t stop myself from trembling slightly. Yet this time, facing the same situation, Scarlett chose to stand in front of Liam. She ruffled Liam’s hair, her eyes filled with tenderness. “Liam, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have brought you to a place like this. Even if I lose this deal, I would never let you drink.” Seeing this scene, my heart instantly twisted into a knot. So, she could feel reluctant to let someone drink. Liam couldn’t drink, no matter what, but what about me? What did all those glasses of alcohol I’d swallowed over the years count for? My heart ached sharply. I turned, wanting to escape. Just then, Ben spotted me and waved enthusiastically. “Alex, over here!” Everyone’s eyes instantly fell on me. Including Scarlett’s.

My steps faltered, but I spun around and walked away without hesitation. Scarlett seemed a little flustered. She quickly pushed through the crowd and hurried after me. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but her face was pale. “Alex, did you… see everything? Listen to me, Liam’s tolerance for alcohol is really low, that’s why I wouldn’t let him drink. It’s not what you think…” She gripped my wrist tightly, explaining anxiously. Soon, Liam also caught up, grabbing my other hand with a whimper. “Alex, I’m sorry. It’s all my fault for not drinking that glass, which made you and Scarlett argue. Please don’t be angry, I’ll go drink it now…” Scarlett immediately shot him a fierce glare. “Why did you follow us? Go back, aren’t you making enough of a scene already?!” “You don’t need to explain anything to me.” A wave of irritation washed over me, and I forcefully pushed them both away. Liam, however, suddenly slipped, crashing straight into the corner of a table. Blood gushed from his forehead, and he continued to apologize. “Scarlett, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault… am I going to be disfigured?” Seeing him injured, Scarlett instantly panicked. She turned and roared at me, “Alex, if you’re sick, go get help! What kind of tantrum is this? If anything happens to Liam, I swear I won’t let you get away with it!” At that moment, Scarlett’s face was terrifyingly dark. I stood there, stunned, looking at Scarlett, who was solely focused on protecting Liam. Suddenly, I remembered. Nine years ago, she protected me just like that. I was still in college then, and I ran into trouble on my way back to campus. She was the one who helped me out. That was the first time I met Scarlett. Later, she was the one who took my hand first. She was the one who stood up for me when I was wronged, the one who took me to the hospital when I was sick. Under a sky full of fireworks, she was the one who proposed to me. “Alex, marry me. We’ll be the happiest couple in the world.” Faintly, Liam’s whimpering voice reached my ears. Then, a sharp slap landed with a crack, sending me tumbling to the ground. I looked up to see Scarlett’s eyes, icy and bone-chilling, frighteningly unfamiliar. “Alex, you disgust me. That slap is your lesson. Don’t think that just because I’m good to you, you can run wild.” With that, she didn’t give me a chance to explain, helped Liam up, and left without looking back. This winter seemed unusually cold. After an unknown amount of time, I shakily got up, wrapped my coat tighter, and slowly walked back. Back home, I silently finished packing, placing the signed divorce papers in the most conspicuous spot. The next afternoon, Scarlett’s call came again. At this moment, I was already at the airport with my suitcase. “Alex, if you don’t want to get divorced, get your ass over here and apologize to Liam right now, and this whole thing will be over—” “No need,” I interrupted her. “I’ve already prepared the divorce agreement. You just need to sign it.” With that, I hung up, blocked her on all platforms, and boarded the plane home.

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My best friend and I married brothers from the same family, and we ended up pregnant around the same time. I married Julian, the brother who’s a doctor, and she married Leo, his good-looking police officer brother. On our first wedding anniversary, my best friend and I were on our way to pick up our prenatal checkup reports when we got into a car crash. My best friend escaped injury because she’d gotten out of the car earlier to buy me some milk, but I suffered severe bleeding. Shaking, I called my husband, the doctor. Julian sounded annoyed and said, “You’re lying again, just trying to get my attention! Medical resources aren’t something you can waste like this! Serena cut her hand, and I’m busy bandaging it. Stop bothering me!” My best friend quickly called her husband, the police officer. But Leo snapped, “Do you know what happens if you file a false police report? I’ve got to fix Serena’s leaky water pipe. Don’t waste my time!” My best friend, eight months pregnant, dragged me to the hospital. We both miscarried. When I woke up, I looked at Mia’s pale face, and we exchanged bitter smiles. “Chloe, I’m getting a divorce,” she said. “Me too,” I replied.

Once I made up my mind, I texted Julian right away about the divorce. He called me back, shouting: “Chloe, Serena slit her wrist—it could’ve been life-threatening! You want a divorce just because I helped her?! I’m not agreeing to this!” With that, he hung up before I could even say anything. Three years of dating, one year of marriage, and a baby that was almost here. I never thought it would all fall apart because of Serena—the girl he’d always had a thing for! This morning, I ran into Serena at the hospital. She insisted on helping me get a cab, and I didn’t turn down her offer. Then the driver suddenly swerved and crashed into a truck. The driver had minor scrapes and took off, leaving me lying in a pool of blood in the middle of the road. Looking back now, maybe the crash wasn’t an accident at all—maybe Serena planned it. Just then, Mia woke up beside me, tears filling her eyes. I was about to comfort her when her husband Leo, the police officer, called, yelling: “What the hell is your problem? You’ve always been perfectly healthy—how could you miscarry? You want a divorce? Fine, then let’s divorce!” The call ended abruptly. My best friend stared at her phone, lost in thought. Seeing how fragile she looked, I said, “Don’t be upset. These two guys aren’t worth crying over.” Thinking about it, maybe this outcome was inevitable from the moment we decided to marry them. Julian had intentionally picked Serena’s birthday for our wedding—his resentment was obvious. Even our marriages were just leverage for the brothers to win Serena back. There was never any real love there. It’s ridiculous how Mia and I let ourselves be played for fools. Hours had passed since the accident, and we were in Julian’s hospital, but he still wouldn’t come see us. Maybe in his eyes, I was never worth his time. I realized that too late. And the price I paid was way too high.

I lay in my hospital bed scrolling through Instagram. Sure enough, Serena had posted another victory photo, showing off like always. There was a group shot of the three of them, a photo of a supposedly “fixed” pipe, and a carefully bandaged wrist with a little bow on it. 【Grateful for good friends—sometimes friendship outlasts love!】 Serena’s post quickly got tons of likes. 【One’s a doctor, one’s a cop—you’ve got two hot guys!】 【So jealous! 】 I took a deep breath and showed Mia the Instagram post. She pulled out her phone, and two minutes later, a bitter laugh escaped her. “A love triangle? Don’t they think that’s a little crowded? Once we divorce, they’ll probably need a custom bed for their little threesome, huh?” I snorted. “I’m calling a lawyer right now to draft the divorce papers. And while I’m at it, I’ll send them a king-size bed as a ‘congrats on your new relationship’ gift!” After we sent the papers, Mia and I waited all day, but neither brother replied. I ran out of patience and called Julian. Before I could say a word, he snapped: “Why did you send divorce papers to my office? Trying to humiliate me in front of everyone because you’re jealous?” His words made me sigh—for myself, for ever thinking he cared. I’d asked a nurse to deliver the papers. If he’d bothered to ask even one question, he would’ve found out about the accident and that I was in the hospital. But obviously, he hadn’t. I was about to bring up the divorce when Serena’s sickly sweet voice came through the phone. “Julian, that lipstick you got me last time was so pretty! I loved it—can you pick up another one?” He quickly covered the phone, and I let out a bitter laugh. “No wonder you’re too busy to sign the divorce papers. Don’t let me interrupt your ‘plans.’ I’ll leave you alone.” I was about to hang up when he lost his temper completely. “Are you serious right now? I was just trying to keep you from overreacting! I’m with my brother! He was fixing Serena’s pipe, remember? She wanted to thank us with dinner. Why are you always so paranoid? Can’t you just trust me for once?” “She’s a single woman who can’t even fix a pipe by herself—why do you have to call me for every little problem? I’m exhausted from work! Can’t you act like an adult? Now you’re throwing a fit, demanding a divorce, and dragging Mia into this too. What did my brother ever do to you?” Julian’s voice rose, sharp with frustration. Then Serena piped up, her voice sickly sweet: “Don’t be upset, Julian. Pregnant women get extra emotional with all those hormones, right?” I was so angry my stitches throbbed, and I slammed down the phone. Mia saw how upset I was and squeezed my hand. “Don’t let them get to you! I already texted Leo—we’re getting those divorces as soon as we’re out of here.”

Mia and I were in the hospital for two whole weeks, and neither of them called once. Not one text asking where two pregnant women had disappeared to. Or why we hadn’t been home. Their silence made our already broken hearts sink even lower. Then I saw Serena’s new Instagram post, and it all made sense. Dozens of photos of the three of them on vacation—laughing, hugging, looking like one big happy family. Their grins were like salt in our wounds. The caption read: 【Family isn’t always blood—grateful for my chosen family!】 I stared at Julian’s carefree smile in the photos, feeling absolutely numb inside. I texted him calmly. 【I’m being discharged. Court tomorrow—bring Leo.】 He called right away, but I declined and blocked his number. Mia and I finished the discharge paperwork, then finally had time to report the hit-and-run driver to the police. After we described what happened, the officer frowned: “It’s been two weeks—why wait until now to report this? Tracking them down might be tough.” I just nodded awkwardly, forcing a smile as I asked for their help. When we explained that my husband had bailed to be with his mistress, and Mia had miscarried trying to save me—so we’d had no one to help us until now—the officer looked sympathetic. “Don’t worry, we’ll do everything we can to find that driver.” After leaving the station, Mia and I moved into a new apartment. We were both still pretty weak, so we hired a cleaning service. But Julian somehow got through using Leo’s phone, even though I’d blocked him. He was yelling: “Where the hell are you? The house is a disaster! Why aren’t you home resting like a pregnant woman should be? Haven’t two weeks been enough for you to get over this? How long are you gonna keep acting like this?” “Even if you want a divorce, stop brainwashing Mia! Are you jealous she had a good marriage?” Mia heard every word and snatched the phone from me, livid. She screamed into the phone, “You two assholes! Mia and I never should’ve married you! Tell Leo if he doesn’t show up tomorrow, he’s a coward! This divorce is happening—with or without you!” With that, she hung up. We blocked both brothers’ numbers right after. The next morning, Mia and I got to the courthouse early to wait for them. But Serena showed up instead—and we should’ve known better. Her eyes were red like she’d been crying. She clicked over in her heels, sniffling and putting on that innocent act: “I’m so sorry—I came to apologize for them. I know there’s been a misunderstanding. It’s not what it looks like, I promise.” “That trip? We planned it five years ago! I was out of town for a while, so we’re just now getting around to it. I told them to say goodbye before they left, but they must’ve forgotten to text…” This wasn’t an apology—it was a flex. I let out a dry laugh. “Oh really? So their divorce today—did you sign off on that too? Are they even man enough to show up, or did you volunteer to handle their dirty work?” Serena’s phone buzzed quietly in her purse. Her expression flickered, and then she suddenly lunged at us. I flinched and pushed her away on instinct. Serena fell hard on her butt, scraping her palm open. I froze, confused, and was about to help her up when Julian’s voice roared from across the lobby: “Chloe, what the fuck are you doing?! Get away from her!” Before I could process what was happening, he was in my face. He shoved me hard in the chest. I stumbled backward, crashing into Mia. Julian’s eyes dropped to my flat stomach, and his face went white as a sheet. He stammered, “The baby…?” Leo wandered over, glued to his phone, not even glancing our way. He was talking urgently: “No, I can’t today. The station just got a report about a hit-and-run from two weeks ago—they’re calling it attempted murder! I gotta head back to investigate.” Then he finally noticed our empty bellies and froze. His phone slipped from his hand, screen shattering when it hit the floor. “What happened? Chloe… your stomach…”

I stared at their panicked, crumbling faces and said flatly, “As you can see, thanks to the three of you, the baby’s gone. Let’s sign the divorce papers. There’s nothing left to say.” Julian’s eyes bulged, like he couldn’t process it. Then it hit him, and he exploded. “Chloe! That was my kid! How could you do this behind my back? Who the hell do you think you are?!” “Are you insane?! You’re a murderer! You killed my child!” I shot a cold look at the woman hiding in his arms, sneering. “I lost my baby in a car accident, and you’re calling me a murderer? Should I have died too to make you happy?” “Julian, do you even care about that baby? Or are you just mad you lost your trophy? Maybe you should ask who caused that accident.” “When the truth comes out, I hope you’ll still be so quick to judge.” My words made Serena panic—just for a second. She opened her mouth to speak, but Leo cut her off. “Car accident? What are you talking about? Was that real? And my son—Mia was fine that day, right?” His ignorance made Mia’s eyes well up. Then she snapped, “Shut up! Are you really that dense?! Do you think a woman would joke about losing her baby? Leo, you’re pathetic.” “You don’t deserve to be a dad! I’m glad that baby never had to call you ‘father.’ After today, I never want to see you again.” Mia had never yelled at him like that—not in their four years together. Leo froze, his face red with shame and rage. “What are you saying? What actually happened? Were you in an accident too? Did they find the driver?” His voice cracked with panic, finally realizing how bad things were. But it was way too late. Mia smiled bitterly, her voice dead calm. “You didn’t care when I called for help. You don’t get to care now.” That’s when Julian finally remembered—the four desperate calls I’d made the day of the accident. His face went pale, like it was cracking. He turned to me, hesitant. “Those calls… were you really hurt? Did the baby die because of the accident?” When I just stared at him, he pushed Serena away like she was burning him. Serena looked shocked—like no one had ever brushed her off before. I shot her a look. “Funny you should ask—who do you think reported the accident as attempted murder?” The brothers didn’t seem to get it, but Serena did. Her shock melted into panic, and she forced a guilty smile. Serena jumped in, defending the driver: “Maybe he was drunk? Probably didn’t even realize he hit someone! Truck drivers are so reckless these days—I’ve almost been hit myself…” Normally, the brothers would’ve rushed to comfort her, warning her to be careful crossing streets. But this time, crickets. The two men just stared at her, expressions unreadable. Guilt and regret flickered in their eyes. I laughed coldly at her panic. Was she covering for the driver… or herself? I kept my voice icy. “I never said it was a truck. How’d you know that?” That sent Serena into a full-blown panic.

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After being reborn, I’m going to make sure my brother becomes an internet celebrity. My brother, Mike, would prank me daily on his live streams, all to become famous. If I dared to resist, Mom and Dad would scream at me for being ungrateful, for hindering their precious son from becoming a big-time streamer. For a mere $300 viewer challenge, Mike locked me out on the back patio. I cried, telling them my heart condition was flaring up, begging them to let me in. But hearing about my heart condition, Mike even insisted Mom and Dad keep me outside, claiming men were tougher and less susceptible to the cold. That night, the temperature plummeted from over ninety degrees Fahrenheit to fourteen below zero. A terrifying, apocalyptic deep freeze descended. I was frozen to death on that patio. Within a month, the temperature dropped to -139 degrees Fahrenheit, and the entire world was encased in ice. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Mike started his insane live streaming. This time, it was my turn to sit in a warm, safe bunker, enjoying hot food, watching them struggle in a frozen hell!

“Mom, check this out! My prank video with Alex got tons of views. I need to shoot more. Once I blow up and become a huge streamer, I’ll make a ton of money and take you guys on vacation to Florida!” In the living room, my brother Mike held up his phone, proudly showing off to Mom and Dad. Hearing that familiar voice, an involuntary shiver ran down my spine. Even standing in the scorching summer sun, I was trembling. The cold, seeping from the deepest parts of my bones, was uncontrollable—because in my past life, I was frozen alive! I pinched my arm hard until the pain hit, only then truly realizing: I had been reborn. At this moment, Mom and Dad were showering Mike with praise, calling him smart and destined for great things. Then, Mom, Linda, shot me a venomous glare. “Did you hear that, you useless piece of trash? Cooperate with Mike for the videos! If you dare to mess with my son’s chance to get rich, you’ll see how I’ll deal with you!” She’d said those exact words in my previous life. Back then, unwilling to be humiliated like that, I’d privately talked to Mike, hoping he’d switch his live stream content. But he immediately ran to Mom and Dad, teary-eyed, complaining that I was just jealous and couldn’t stand to see him succeed. Dad, Robert, instantly exploded, cursing me as a jinx, saying I was just envious that good fortune was finally coming to our family. Mom pointed a finger right in my face, calling me a good-for-nothing and trying to stop her son from becoming a huge internet celebrity. Later, for a $300 “challenge” donation on Mike’s live stream, they locked me out on the back patio. Even when I cried, saying my heart condition was acting up, begging them to let me in, they all remained indifferent. Mike even yelled excitedly, “A heart condition? Even better! Viewers love that! Dad, hurry and lock him out! My stream’s popularity is skyrocketing!” In the end, they locked me outside. I had planned to leave that house immediately after this incident blew over. But that very night, the temperature plunged from over ninety degrees to fourteen below zero, and a terrifying, apocalyptic deep freeze instantly descended. I pounded frantically on the glass door, begging them to open it. My hands were red and swollen, skin raw, but they wouldn’t budge. Desperate to survive, I threw my body against the glass door, causing cracks to appear. Mike saw it and immediately screamed at Dad to block the door with a heavy dining cabinet. Inside, where it was warm as spring, Mike, wearing a T-shirt, licked a popsicle and smiled at me through the glass. “Alex, you’re a grown man, what’s there to be afraid of in the cold?” I clawed at the door frame with my bleeding, mangled fingers, my voice hoarse. “Mike, please… my medication is inside… I’ll die if this continues…” But Mike just turned his phone camera on me and told his live stream audience, “See, guys? They say men are tough and can handle the cold. My brother here is still kicking, isn’t he?” His malice completely froze my heart. Eventually, I ran out of strength and died miserably on the patio, my tears freezing on my face. Thank goodness for this second chance. Now, outside, it was still a scorching summer day, cicadas chirping piercingly, with no sign of the apocalypse. But I knew that in exactly one week, the temperature would plummet to fourteen below zero, getting colder day by day, until it reached -139 degrees Fahrenheit, freezing the entire world solid. The fire of revenge burned fiercely in my chest. This time, I would make them pay.

I swallowed my hatred, feigning obedience, and replied, “Mom, I’ll cooperate with Mike for the videos.” My mother, Linda, seemed a bit surprised by my docility, but her harsh expression didn’t soften one bit. She still barked at me, “Useless good-for-nothing! Can’t you see it’s almost dinner time? Why are you just standing there like an idiot? Go make dinner!” I clenched my fists, my nails almost digging into my palms, constantly reminding myself: It’s not time yet, I have to be patient. I turned and quietly walked into the kitchen. As soon as dinner was ready, Dad, Robert, came home. I had just washed my hands and was about to sit down to eat when he kicked my leg. “Eat what?! The convenience store shelves are empty! Get down there and restock!” I suppressed the pain and muttered, “Okay,” grabbed the keys from the shoe rack, and headed straight downstairs without looking back. That convenience store was the fruit of my labor for many years. Since I opened it, not one of the three of them had held a proper job; they all lived off the store. The heaviest work, like stocking and organizing, was dumped entirely on me. To cover expenses, I worked another job during the day and came back at night to arrange the shelves. No one knew better than I where every single item in that store was. After quickly restocking, I grabbed an energy bar and a bottle of water and went into the back storage room. After a quick bite, I immediately pulled out my phone and called my wife, Lisa, who was away on a business trip. When Lisa’s familiar voice came through the receiver, my eyes immediately welled up. In my previous life, after my horrific death, Lisa called me countless times, but no one ever answered. She then called Dad, Robert, asking about my whereabouts. Afraid of exposure, Robert used my phone to reply to Lisa, making her believe I was still alive. Later, as temperatures plummeted and the deep freeze apocalypse arrived, Lisa anxiously texted me, asking if I could find a way to send some supplies. The weather had become terrifying, and she couldn’t buy anything where she was. At that time, Mike happened to see Lisa’s messages and immediately instigated Dad to swindle money from her. The father and son quickly agreed, fabricating a lie about me being critically injured in the hospital and needing urgent surgery funds. They even had Mike wear a wig and my clothes, pretending to be me, weakly lying in a hospital bed in a video call. Lisa believed them, frantic with worry, and immediately transferred all her savings. Once they had the money, they completely dropped their pretense. Robert called Lisa on FaceTime directly, and on camera, he and Mike openly mocked her stupidity, calling her an easily duped fool. “Your man froze to death long ago! His body’s right in the backyard!” Mike shrieked, even turning the camera to my frost-covered corpse in the backyard. Finally, Lisa was so enraged that she suffered a fatal heart attack. Recalling this, I almost crushed my phone. In this life, I would never let that tragedy repeat.

Thinking of this, my voice choked slightly as I called out, “Lisa.” Lisa, thinking I was upset about something, quickly comforted me and even said she’d come to me immediately. I shook my head, saying I wasn’t upset. In the last life, Lisa was horribly wronged by Mike and Dad; in this life, I would definitely not let that father-son duo get away with it! But I wouldn’t let Lisa get involved just yet. She just needed to be in a safe place while I arranged everything. Still, Lisa didn’t believe I wasn’t upset, so I changed the subject. “Lisa, can you rent that vacant house in the Lakeside community?” The previous owner of that house was a prepper. He’d built a reinforced bunker beneath it specifically for extreme situations. That house was in the suburbs and had been on the market for a long time. In the future, the extreme weather would reach -139 to -148 degrees Fahrenheit. By then, having food and water wouldn’t be enough; a safe shelter would be crucial. Although Lisa didn’t quite believe extreme weather would hit, especially with the sun blazing outside, she still did as I asked. After hanging up with Lisa, I contacted U-Haul. Under the guise of restocking the convenience store, I secretly transported some items from the warehouse to Lisa’s place. There was about a week until the deep freeze apocalypse. Using this time, I could move a portion each day, secretly emptying the entire warehouse. In this life, it was my turn to be in the safety of a bunker, watching their miserable end!

By the time I finished all that, it was already dark outside. I had just gone upstairs, and before I even entered the door, I heard Mike’s fake laughter. “Alex, look, this guy is just as stupid as you!” Pushing the door open, I saw the “happy family” scene. Everyone revolved around Mike, doting on him like a prince. Mike was Mom and Dad’s youngest, doted on excessively. Mom especially adored Mike, treating him like the apple of her eye. Dad also spoiled Mike, saying he was Mike’s eternal support, and with him around, Mike would never have to work a day in his life. Hearing the door open, the family turned to look at me. As soon as Mom saw me, her face hardened, and she immediately snapped, “Why are you standing there like a useless doorstop? You scared me!” Mike held his phone in one hand and a bowl of fruit salad in the other, walking towards me. “Alex, I forgot to save you any dinner. Here, have some fruit to tie you over.” I looked at Mike, who was smiling with malicious intent. In my previous life, I had unsuspectingly eaten it, only to find the fruit salad contained mango, to which I was severely allergic. My whole body broke out in hives. Mike, meanwhile, held up his phone and laughed hysterically, telling his live stream audience, “Guys, my dumb brother ate it! Look, he’s having an allergic reaction!” Mom chimed in with a laugh, “Our Mike is so smart, making this good-for-nothing look ridiculous.” Dad pointed at me, saying I looked disgusting. At that moment, my heart turned completely cold, and I realized I couldn’t stay in this family, stirring thoughts of leaving. But soon after, the deep freeze apocalypse hit. This time, if they could prank me for a $300 donation, they could certainly prank someone else for the same amount. I decided to test them. I pretended to have a stomachache, bending over and saying, “My stomach feels off, I need to use the restroom first.” But Mike insisted I eat before I went. I pushed Mike away and hurried to the restroom. Mom cursed from behind, “Always making excuses when there’s trouble! Useless!” I ignored Mom’s words, because soon she would taste the bitter fruit. In the restroom, I pulled out my phone and entered Mike’s live stream. I directly spent $300 to post a challenge task in Mike’s live stream—prank your own mom. At the same time, I commented: Getting tired of watching you prank your brother. Let’s see something fresh, prank your own mom for kicks. I wanted to see just how strong their so-called family bond truly was. Sure enough, the next second I heard Mike excitedly tell everyone, “Dad, Mom, look! Someone just donated to my stream! I’m going to be a big streamer soon!” In my previous life, Mike had been equally excited and thrilled when he received a donation notification. The whole family had also showered him with praise. Mom even clapped her hands for Mike, saying how amazing he was, how her son was different, much more useful than me. In the family’s happy and harmonious atmosphere, Mike handed the bowl of fruit salad, laced with mango, to Mom. “Mom, you should eat this bowl of fruit salad. The challenge task is to prank my own mom.” I saw Mom’s face instantly go pale.

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“Stop… It’s too deep… I can’t take it!” A handsome man had me pinned beneath him, unable to move. His voice was tender, but his movements were anything but. “Baby, I’m only halfway there.” After catching my Commander husband cheating, I started seeing a Hollywood actor. Young blood, indeed. Eight-pack abs, 8.5 inches, and moves in bed I’d never even dreamed of. The next day, a video of the actor and me having sex went viral across the entire military base. My husband, Ryder, came to find me, his eyes bloodshot. “Where did he touch you?” I smiled carelessly. “My lips, my chest, my inner thighs… every place you used to love, he touched.” A storm brewed in his eyes, veins bulging in his neck. “Get her out of my sight!” I frowned, annoyed. “You cheated with your subordinate; I fell for my lover. We’re even. What right do you have to tell me what to do?” Three months ago, I returned home early from a mission, hoping to surprise Ryder Vance. Instead, I found him pinning Sara Lee against the window, moving wildly, whispering her name, “Sara.” From that moment on, that name became my nightmare. Because my name, Sarah, sounded so similar to hers. It hit me then: whenever Ryder and I had sex before, he’d always been calling out another woman’s name. My stomach churned. I pushed him away, stumbling into the bathroom, throwing up violently. Ryder quickly followed, his voice concerned. “Sarah? What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?” I looked up, my eyes burning. “Ryder, just now… were you calling out Sara’s name, or mine?” His face instantly paled. The next moment, he kicked over a nearby chair. “Sarah! I told you, you’re the one I love, the one I chose!” He snatched up his clothes, pulling them on, and the door slammed shut with a thunderous bang. I pushed open the window and watched him stride across the yard, jumping into his military SUV. The engine idled for a long time until a distinctive ringtone cut through the silence. It was Sara Lee calling. I froze. The day he “returned” to our family, he’d supposedly deleted all her contact information right in front of me. When… when did he save it back? My cold fingertips tapped open the dashcam footage on my phone. Inside the car, Ryder stared at the blinking “Sara Lee” on the screen, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel, veins bulging. The ringing continued until the last second before he abruptly hit ‘answer.’ “Speak.” Only muffled sobs came from the other end, like a wounded animal. After a long moment, Sara’s choked voice whispered, “Ryder, I miss you so much.” Ryder’s breathing suddenly hitched. The engine roared to life, and the SUV sliced through the night like a sharp blade. The night wind howled, but it couldn’t blow away the frost in my heart. I saw my reflection in the glass, tears streaming down my face. The car soon stopped outside an officer’s apartment building. Rustling sounds came through the dashcam, followed by Sara’s whimpering moans, “It hurts…” “Bear with it, even if it hurts,” his voice was hoarse, almost unrecognizable. The woman’s broken sobs continued, “Ryder, I love you…” Then came urgent gasps and the sound of frantic kissing. Again and again, so desperate, so wild. I stood by that window all night, listening to the passionate sounds of my husband with another woman. Only when the morning light broke did I manage to move my frozen body, retrieving the divorce papers from the bottom of our safe. He had signed them that day he returned to me, under my coercion. If he ever cheated again, all his assets and properties would automatically transfer to me. But even the strictest terms couldn’t bind a straying heart. I signed my name, stroke by stroke, and headed straight to the military legal office with the papers. The lawyer carefully reviewed them, then looked up at me. “Ms. Stone, once this is filed, your marriage will be officially dissolved.” Walking back home on shaky legs, Ryder was already waiting. Seeing me, he let out a sigh of relief, his voice tinged with both fear and reproach. “Where have you been? Why haven’t you been answering your phone?” I gave a sarcastic smirk. “What, afraid I’d try to jump off a cliff again?”

His face instantly darkened, his impatience palpable. “Sarah! Stop threatening me with death! What else can you do besides torture me with these tactics?” My steps faltered, and I stared at him, stunned. When I first witnessed his affair, I couldn’t cope. Every time the image replayed in my mind, I’d throw up violently. In just seven days, I’d lost over fifteen pounds. I cursed him with the cruelest words, slapped him dozens of times, and left a permanent scar on his shoulder with a scalpel. He knelt in the hallway of the military hospital, admitting his wrongs in front of all his colleagues. But I still couldn’t sleep. After more than ten days of sleepless nights, I had a mental breakdown and accidentally fell off a cliff. I spent a week in the ICU, barely clinging to life. Since then, he’d been almost inseparable from me, enduring my anger and abuse, constantly watchful. So, in his mind, all of that was just my way of fighting for attention? Ryder looked at my bloodless face, his tone softening slightly. He turned and retrieved a takeout box from his jeep. “Your favorite strawberry pudding. I drove halfway across the city to get it.” I looked at the familiar packaging, my stomach twisting. On the dashcam footage, Sara’s soft, playful voice was still ringing in my ears: “Ryder, I’m hungry…” He had specifically driven to buy her a chocolate lava cake; the strawberry pudding was just an afterthought, an extra dessert. My voice was tired. “I don’t like that flavor anymore.” After ten years, I was already sick of it. I’d only kept eating it before so as not to waste his gesture. Just as I was about to turn away, he grabbed my wrist sharply. His voice was irritated and impatient. “Sarah! How long are you going to keep this up? I’ve already…” He didn’t finish his sentence before darkness swallowed my consciousness. When I woke again, I was in bed. Downstairs, faint voices drifted up. I leaned against the wall, slowly making my way down the stairs. By the front door, Ryder’s back was stiff. “How did you find me here?” Sara, in a white dress, looked up at Ryder with a pitiful expression. “Headquarters wouldn’t let me in, and you didn’t reply to my texts… Ryder, are you going to abandon me again?” Her fingers carefully clutched his sleeve. “Ryder, you explicitly told me you loved me.” Ryder abruptly took a half-step back, his voice incredibly low. “Please leave, Sara. Sarah is still sick, and I don’t want to upset her. Whatever it is, we can talk on the phone…” Before he could finish, Sara suddenly stood on her tiptoes and threw herself into his arms, kissing him fiercely. Ryder’s hands hovered in the air, his move to push her away hesitating when his fingers brushed her trembling shoulders. Gradually, the initially restrained kiss grew urgent, until he was breathing heavily, pinning her against the doorframe. “See?” Sara’s voice was laced with triumphant pride. “Your body is more honest than your mouth.” “You don’t love her anymore, Ryder. Staying with her out of obligation only hurts all three of us.” Ryder’s voice was filled with suppressed pain. “I can’t…” With a loud bang, I forcefully pushed open the door. Two startled gazes instantly shot my way. “Sarah!” Ryder instinctively wiped his mouth. I walked past him, directly towards Sara, grabbing her hair. I slapped her three times, hard. “You tramp! How dare you show your face here, you pathetic wretch!” Blows rained down, mixed with Sara’s cries and pleas. Until Ryder grabbed my wrist, his grip so strong it felt like my bones would shatter. “Enough!” He flung me away, and the momentum sent me crashing hard against the steel coat rack by the entrance. A warm liquid immediately welled up on my forehead. Through a blurry red haze, I saw Ryder rush over, carefully scoop Sara into his arms, and quickly carry her out. “Don’t be scared, Sara, I’m taking you to the hospital.”

I watched their figures disappear, my mind drifting back to when I was eighteen. On a snowy night during new recruit training, he snuck an armored vehicle out to show me the stars. On the frosted window, he wrote, “Ryder Vance will only ever love Sarah Stone.” I breathed on the glass, asking, “What if you break your promise?” He kissed me, cupping the back of my neck, his camo uniform brushing my cheek. “I won’t. I only want you.” I slid down the cold wall, slowly sinking to the floor, tears mingling with blood. I laughed hollowly, murmuring, “Ryder, you liar!” I woke up in the hospital. Outside my room, a crowd was gathered around the room next door, whispering and pointing. Inside, Brenda Vance, Ryder’s mother, was fuming. “I wondered why Sarah collapsed at home! You weren’t there to watch over her; turns out you were here protecting this… this woman!” She turned to the two security officers behind her. “What are you waiting for? If she wants to act like a tramp, then let her! She likes being a mistress, she likes sleeping her way up? Go! Strip her clothes off!” The security officers stepped forward, but Ryder swiftly moved to block them. His shoulder strap was askew, his eyes bloodshot. “Today, anyone who touches her will have to answer to me, Ryder!” Brenda, enraged, hurled her purse at him. A metal clasp cut his forehead, a bead of blood seeping into his thick eyebrow. Sara, who had been cowering behind Ryder, suddenly rushed out, falling to her knees on the cold tile floor with a thump. “Mrs. Vance! It’s all my fault! Punish me, please, but don’t hurt Commander Vance!” Ryder, who hadn’t flinched when he was hit, now his face instantly changed. He hastily bent down to pull Sara up. “What are you doing? Get up now.” The two of them tangled together, embracing like a pair of star-crossed lovers pushed to their limits. Through the shifting figures, Ryder’s gaze met mine. He let go of Sara as if electrocuted. “Sarah…” I pushed through the crowd, putting my hand on Brenda’s trembling arm. “Just forget it.” Those three words seemed to drain all my strength. I led Brenda, still furious and trying to hit Sara, back to my own hospital room. Ryder followed. His voice was hoarse, as if he was making an immense compromise. “Sarah, it’s my fault. I didn’t control myself.” “I’ll apply for a transfer away from her. From now on… I’ll make it up to you. Please, stop bullying her.” I was speechless. Bullying. What a ridiculous word. As if I were some villain tearing apart true lovers. No sooner had he finished speaking than a young nurse’s scream echoed from outside. “Patient in Room 302 tried to slit her wrists!” Ryder’s face instantly changed, and he turned to leave. Brenda blocked the doorway. “You try to walk out today!” He shoved her aside, rushing towards the door. I staggered, crashing into the IV pole, the needle tearing from my hand, leaving a crimson trail. Brenda quickly knelt to support me, tears streaming down her face. “Sarah…” Tears in my own eyes, I whispered, “Brenda, I’ve already submitted the divorce papers to the Department of Military Affairs.” After seeing Brenda off, I returned to my hospital bed. My phone suddenly pinged with a notification. I opened it to find Sara Lee’s secondary account had updated. She posted three photos. The first showed two hands clasped together. The second was a shot of Ryder’s gentle profile, focused on peeling a pear for her; The third showed her leaning against Ryder, looking up and kissing him. The caption read: [Military relationships are tough, but true love never fears waiting. I, this persistent gambler, have finally won back my hero. From now on, you’re mine.] Below, Ryder’s secondary account replied almost instantly: [Yes, forever yours.] I stared at that reply, feeling a strange sense of settled relief wash over me. With a light tap, I unfollowed and blocked both their secondary accounts, then uninstalled the tracking app and dashcam app I’d used to monitor Ryder’s movements. Four months after Ryder supposedly returned to our family, I finally… broke free from my obsession with him.

The next morning, I packed my things to check out of the hospital. As I was carrying my luggage downstairs, Ryder suddenly rushed up to me. His eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed my wrist, his grip so tight it felt like he was going to crush my bones. “Where’s Sarah? What have you done with Sara Lee?!” I was furious and in pain, struggling to pull away. “How would I know where she is? Let go of me!” Ryder scoffed in rage. “You don’t know? Who else would target her but you?!” He abruptly pulled out his phone and played a blurry surveillance video. In the footage, Sara was stabbed in the abdomen and collapsed in a small alley, blood pooling beneath her. Ryder watched the video, his eyes brimming with anguish, his voice taking on a pleading tone. “Sarah, I’m begging you, let her go. I shouldn’t have betrayed you, but please, once I get her out, I’ll make her transfer and leave the military, I’ll never contact her again. Just tell me the address, if we wait any longer, she’ll be in danger!” The last time he had begged me like this was when I was clinging to life after falling off the cliff. Then, he held me, crying, begging the doctors to save me. Lost in thought, I shook my head expressionlessly. “It wasn’t me. I really don’t know where she is.” Ryder’s face grew cold, inch by inch. “You’re really not going to tell me?” He suddenly sneered, dragging me by the wrist towards his military SUV parked on the roadside. I desperately struggled, trying to open the car door, but he just pressed the central lock. The next second, he pulled out a military knife and slashed my arm hard. “Ah!” Excruciating pain ripped through me, and blood instantly soaked my sleeve. Ryder’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice as cold as ice. “Tell me the address!” I was trembling all over. “I told you… I don’t know…” Our eyes met, and the ruthlessness in his gaze was like a poisoned dagger, stabbing my heart again and again. Before I could react, the military knife slashed my arm a second time, then a third… “Speak! The address!” he roared, demanding an answer with every cut. Blood streamed down my arm, dripping onto the car seat, blooming into shocking red stains. I curled up in pain, my tear-blurred eyes fixed on his cold profile. “I really don’t know… Ryder, how could you do this to me…” Time ticked by, and with each passing second, Sara’s danger increased. Ryder completely lost control. He clamped his hands around my throat, the hatred in his eyes terrifying. “Are you only satisfied if she dies? Where is she?! Where have you hidden her?! Speak, Sarah!” My vision swam with black spots, my breathing grew increasingly difficult. In my blurring consciousness, I could only weep silently: “I regret it so much… how could I have ever loved you…” Just when I thought I was about to suffocate, Ryder’s military communicator suddenly rang. He abruptly let go of me, frantically answering. “Major General Vance! Lieutenant Lee has been found!” Ryder’s eyes instantly lit up. “I’m on my way!” He hung up and then brutally kicked me out of the car. Ryder looked at me through the car window, his eyes cold. “You better pray Sara is okay, or I won’t let you off the hook!” When I woke up again, I was in a VIP private room at the military hospital. Due to severe blood loss, doctors had worked for a full day and night to pull me back from the brink of death. My arm was thickly bandaged, and over a dozen scars of varying depths were faintly visible through the gauze, each one a testament to Ryder’s brutality. Just outside the door, I overheard nurses discussing Ryder’s overwhelming devotion to Sara. To save her, he had summoned all the hospital’s specialists for her treatment. While she was in surgery, he disregarded regulations, personally going to St. Jude’s Chapel to pray for her safety. While she was unconscious, he stayed by her bedside night after night without blinking, watching over her. I listened in silence, my heart completely calm, no longer stirred. I completed the discharge procedures and requested a full injury report from the hospital. Just as I reached the hospital entrance, my lawyer’s call came through. “Ms. Stone, the divorce has been finalized. According to the agreement, Commander Vance’s military housing, personal honorarium, and other assets will all be transferred to your name within a week.” I looked up at the high-hanging sun in the sky. I offered a faint, fleeting smile, then calmly said, “Please send Ryder’s divorce certificate to him, cash on delivery.” After the lawyer acknowledged, my gaze fell on my bandaged arm, and my voice chilled slightly. “Also, file a lawsuit against Ryder for aggravated assault, with no possibility of settlement.” The moment I stepped onto the plane, I expressionlessly removed my phone’s SIM card, broke it, and tossed it into the trash can. Ryder, eight years of marriage, our feelings completely severed.

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The day Leo Hayes was set to marry, I crashed the ceremony with a positive pregnancy test and a DNA report. I made him choose. After a frozen moment, he did. He changed the bride on the spot, taking the ring from his fiancée’s finger and sliding it onto mine. He bent close, his breath a venomous whisper against my ear. “You scheming bitch!” I didn’t care. I’d married the man I loved. I believed, in time, he’d love me back. I never expected that after the wedding, Leo would never touch me again. He treated our home like a hotel, spending his days and nights drifting through nightclubs. And on the day I went into labor, in a drunken rage, he kicked me down the stairs. “You ruined me and Willow! That bastard in your belly isn’t fit to be my heir! “Did you really think the Hayes family would ever accept a cheap whore like you?” He finally killed the last of my love. I walked away. So tell me, Leo…why did you tear the city apart looking for me after I left? My belly was so swollen I couldn’t see my own feet. That’s why I stumbled, my foot catching on Willow Reed’s gown. Leo kicked me down the stairs. “You’re a disgrace. If you can’t even walk, get the hell out of my sight.” I landed hard on my back, the full weight of my pregnancy slamming into the floor. The pain was a white-hot vise, twisting me into a humiliating curl.. “Look at Mrs. Hayes! A bloated, pathetic spectacle.” Leo and Willow’s friends pointed at me, bursting into mocking laughter. Phone flashlights glared at me, incessantly taking pictures. “Get out of here, stop pretending to be pitiful. You’re an embarrassment.” Seeing me lying still on the ground, Leo kicked my waist again. His friend smirked, winking. “Leo, she worked so hard to get pregnant with your son and become your wife. Why don’t you treat her better?” Leo exhaled a smoke ring. “She thinks carrying my child makes her my wife? Willow and I threw a bunch of condoms in the trash these past few days. Does that mean the trash can is my wife too?” Their laughter made me burn with shame. That year, I stormed into the wedding with the paternity test. Between me and Willow, Leo chose me. The Reed family severed ties with the Hayes family because of it. Overnight, the Hayes’ stock plummeted. Leo’s father suffered a stroke on the spot and passed away shortly after. I cried, explaining that I never wanted such a result. His mother had promised me that if I got pregnant, she’d drop the arranged marriage and agree to let him marry me… But Leo furiously slapped Willow’s lace lingerie across my face. “Anya, why don’t you just die!” For a moment, I thought of just ending it all. But then, the flutter of life within my belly. I could die, but my child was innocent… I spoke softly. “Leo, I was wrong. Let’s get a divorce.” My words didn’t cause even a ripple. Leo toyed with Willow’s curled hair, saying indifferently. “Fine. Get rid of that bastard in your belly, and I’ll let you go.” I trembled, looking at him in disbelief. “Leo, the baby is eight months old. It’s almost due.” “Eight months? So what? If you don’t abort the child, don’t even think about divorce! I have plenty of ways to torment you!” His tone was cruel.

Leo invited all the local socialites over for a pool party. Someone started chanting, “Kiss her! Kiss her!” Willow’s face flushed, and she kept backing away. Leo reached out, pulling her small frame into his arms and kissing her. After the kiss, she playfully slapped him. “Mrs. Hayes is watching! I don’t want people to misunderstand and think I’m a homewrecker!” Their friends chimed in. “If anyone’s a homewrecker, it should be Mrs. Hayes.” Leo massaged her slender waist, saying casually. “In my heart, you’re my true wife.” All their sneering eyes fell on me. But you were the one who pursued me in the first place, Leo. The first time I met Leo, it was at the gates of State University. I was rushing to my tutoring job, hastily got into a car by the university gates, and urged him to drive faster. Leo looked at me, stunned, then smiled and drove me to the upscale neighborhood without a word. When I reached for my wallet to pay, he chuckled. “Does my car look like an Uber?” That’s when I realized I’d gotten into the wrong car. From then on, Leo began to pursue me intensely. Once, when a student’s father was sexually assaulting me, he kicked open the door and beat the man pinning me down, sending him to the hospital. He held me, trembling, and said, “Don’t be scared, I’m here.” After we started dating, he publicly declared our relationship. His Ins and phone wallpaper were all photos of us together. Later, he looked deep into my eyes and knelt on one knee. “So, Anya, will you marry me?” I smiled and said, “I will!” Leo took me to meet his parents. His parents gave me an expensive bracelet but made a request. “The company needs a major investment now, and we must have the Reed family’s support. To secure this partnership, Leo must become engaged to Willow. But rest assured, this is strictly a business arrangement. All you need to do is wait one year. Once the deal is finalized, the engagement will be dissolved, and we will make it up to you with the grandest wedding you can imagine.” Leo apologized, looking guilty. “I’m sorry, Anya. Don’t worry, it’s just a formality. Willow is my childhood friend, and after we get engaged, she’s moving abroad permanently. It won’t affect our relationship.” I suppressed a myriad of emotions and nodded. Leo got drunk because of it, clinging to me and saying many things. “The thought of having to wait a whole year to marry you makes me miserable.” “If only you could give me a child. With you and a baby, I’d give up everything…” A week before the wedding, I found out I was pregnant. Just as I was hesitating whether to tell Leo, his mother, Rachel, sought me out. She congratulated me with a beaming smile, then told me. “Actually, Leo’s grandfather set up a fund. As long as Leo has a child, he can access this fund. Then Leo won’t have to go through with the arranged marriage.” She looked at me meaningfully. “Anya, tell Leo this good news on the wedding day.” Joy clouded my judgment. I thought I was helping Leo solve a huge problem. Happily, I changed into the wedding dress Rachel Hayes had given me and rushed into the wedding ceremony. He leaned down and said in my ear. “Anya, you’re nothing but a slut.” Willow’s figure, crying as she ran away. Overnight, I was branded online as a homewrecker and a slut. I was also forced to drop out of college.

I huddled on the floor, pulling out my phone to dial 911. The phone rang once before Jenkins, the butler, snatched it away. I pleaded. “My stomach hurts… I’m going into labor, please, take me to the hospital…” A hint of scorn flashed in Jenkins’ eyes. “Madam, using the child to play the victim won’t work on me.” He glanced at my phone screen and said. “Madam, you can stall if you like, I have all the time in the world.” “Ah!” Willow, in her swimsuit, shrieked, dodging away from me. Her eyes red, she yelled. “Mrs. Hayes, just because you dislike me doesn’t mean you can splash me with your filth! What if you have some nasty disease and infect me?!” Leo quickly strode up, shielding Willow behind him. Pointing at me, he spoke to Jenkins. “What’s the fifth rule of the Hayes family?” “Disobedience means confinement.” I shuddered, desperately crawling to his feet, pleading. “I was wrong, Leo, I was really wrong. I’m willing to be punished, for as long as you want. Please, just let me go to the hospital first… My water broke hours ago, the baby…” In his mocking eyes, I swallowed all my pleas in despair. He raised an eyebrow. “Anya, this is the treatment you deserve for trying so hard to be Mrs. Hayes.” I was dragged away by the bodyguards. As the confinement room door closed, I couldn’t stop screaming and shaking. That night, being dragged into the dark room by the student’s parent and nearly assaulted, had left me with severe claustrophobia. I pounded on the door, again and again. The only response was a deathly silence. Pain and terror overwhelmed me, and I completely passed out. When I next woke, I was lying in my room. I struggled to sit up, feeling my belly – it was flat. A massive wave of fear and despair engulfed me. I rushed out like a madwoman. Colliding head-on with Leo. “My baby? Give me my baby back!” My usual silence and endurance were gone, startling even Leo. He pushed me away, frowning. “Look at you, acting like a lunatic! Jenkins…” I knew he was about to punish me, to lock me up again. I clutched his collar, wildly raining punches on him. “Leo, I owe you nothing! My child owes you nothing! You pursued me. You promised to marry me. Your mother handed me the wedding gown, pushed me down the aisle, and told me to show you the paternity report! You already destroyed my grandmother. Isn’t that enough?” My hysterical outburst made a flicker of shock and bewilderment appear in his eyes. But quickly, he pushed me away in disgust. “Anya, you’ve been telling these lies for so long, aren’t you tired? Why would my mother do something to harm my father like that? You brought all this on yourself, who else can you blame?” He looked down at me with contempt. “I’m actually quite disappointed that bastard didn’t die. Sure enough, the offspring of a menace like you are always tough.” I understood his meaning. Finally, I released my grip, falling to the ground from his push. He strode past me. A maid came forward to help me up, whispering. “Your baby is in the room next door, too weak to cry. You should go see him quickly.” Hearing that, I ignored everything else and rushed into the adjacent storage room. A tiny bundle, casually placed on the floor. The premature baby’s face was covered in bruises, unable to even whimper. I threw myself on him, holding him close, tears streaming down my face. Thank goodness, thank goodness, my precious baby, he’s alive. The maid gently pushed open the door and came in, carefully holding a bowl of nourishing broth. “Mrs. Hayes’ grandmother sent me to look after you. I know you’re innocent.” I spun around to look at her.

She leaned in and whispered a secret about Rachel Hayes, Leo’s mother. I felt like I’d been struck by lightning, trembling uncontrollably. I choked, hugging her, barely able to utter a complete sentence. “Thank you for saving me and my baby…” That night, the baby suddenly started running a fever, his tiny face sickly pale. I stumbled downstairs, holding the child, only to find the living room filled with guests. All eyes turned to me. Leo’s face was dark. He raised a hand and called Jenkins. “Lock her up.” I walked straight to him. “Leo, I want a divorce.” Leo raised his eyebrows, looking me up and down, his gaze settling on the baby in my arms. I clutched the baby tightly, looking at him warily. “Leo, I told you I’m innocent. I can prove it to you, I really…” Leo yanked my hair, forcing my mouth open. The lit cigar in his hand seared my throat, rendering me unable to speak another word. He looked at me coldly. “Anya, you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you? You know tonight is the gala where Willow and I announce the partnership between the Hayes and Reed families, and you’re here to stir up trouble with the baby again?” I shook my head repeatedly, desperately trying to explain. “No.” He chuckled. “This bastard won’t last much longer, and you want to take him to the hospital, do you?” He snatched the child from me and threw me into the crowd. “These guests here are all executives from companies that cut ties with us because of the scandal you caused. If you can get them to forgive you, I’ll let you take this bastard to the hospital.” I trembled, kneeling on the ground, looking pleadingly at the people whose faces were etched with disdain. Leo’s friend scoffed. “An apology needs sincerity, right? How about she gets on her knees and crawls around like a dog? Crawling in circles isn’t enough, though. Why doesn’t she crawl under a few of the executives’ legs?” Leo scoffed, tossing a divorce agreement onto the floor, his voice laced with mockery. “Anya, if you crawl, I’ll let you and this bastard go to the hospital.” I trembled, gazing deeply at the baby clutched in Leo’s hand. I lowered my head, my raw throat squeezing out a pathetic, ugly sound. “Woof.” I numbly began crawling towards the man closest to me. Leo’s grip on the baby’s blanket gradually tightened, the baby’s faint cries tearing at my heart. I frantically sped up my crawling. “Enough.” Leo threw the blanket bundle at me. “So disgusting.” I trembled, holding the baby, and tried to walk out, but a maid blocked my way. Leo sneered. “I’ve changed my mind.” I screamed, trying to lunge forward, but the maid held me back. I could only watch, numb, as he carried Willow up the stairs. A bolder guest dared to ask, “Mr. Hayes…and your wife?” Leo drawled, “She’s all yours.” I fought, screaming, clawing at the hands that grabbed me. They just laughed, hauling me deeper into the crowd. “Cooperate, bitch, and we’ll get this bastard to a hospital. Make trouble, and we’ll put it out of its misery. Save Mr. Hayes the trouble.” I gave up all resistance in despair. I don’t know how long passed before a shrill scream cut through the noise. “Someone’s dead…”

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When I married him, my friends were blunt. “He’s broke and not even that cute. You could clearly do better.” I just smiled. “The love he gives me is priceless.” Who would have thought that a year later, Julian suddenly became rich overnight and immediately replace me with some young college girl? He figured I was too soft to leave, so he grew bolder. He even made out with his mistress into my room, on the very day I gave birth. But there was one thing he never knew: the curse that runs in my family’s blood. And the price for breaking it is one he could never afford. Our family carried a generational curse: the more one gave in the marriage, the more the other would be forced to repay, multiplied, after a divorce. That’s why when I found out Julian was cheating, I didn’t make a scene. “Anya! Mom says you poured out her chicken soup. She spent three hours on it. How could you be so disrespectful!” Julian hadn’t been home in a month. The moment he stepped through the door, the accusations started. I was still nursing our newborn. His words made me flinch. “That soup was from your last visit. It was leftovers then. It’s been in the fridge for thirty days. It’s moldy. It stinks.” Brenda, my mother-in-law, started crying nearby. “I was saving it for myself! You threw it away without my permission! You have no manners!” Julian immediately scowled. “She’s being frugal, if she wants to keep it, let her keep it! The fridge is big enough, what’s wrong with letting her store it?” My anger flared. “The fridge is packed with freshly stored breast milk! If that chicken soup went bad and affected the milk, and Summer gets sick, are you going to take her to the hospital?” “If the breast milk spoils, you can just pump more, right?” Julian said it so casually, completely ignoring how much agony I’d gone through to get my milk flowing, or how much time I’d spent carefully storing it. Brenda chimed in, echoing Julian’s sharp accusations. “If my granddaughter gets sick, it’s your fault! What good is making three thousand bucks a month? It’s all thanks to my son supporting you! Your fancy university degree is useless; your ‘salary’ isn’t even as good as my niece who only finished high school!” My vision swam with anger. I didn’t have a job, no income, wasn’t that because I’d quit after I got pregnant? I lay weakly on the hospital bed. Julian was working non-stop, day and night. I couldn’t even get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night without help, having to ask a nurse. I kept telling myself Julian was working hard, and I swallowed my resentment. Until one day, I went downstairs to buy groceries and saw him leaning against his car window, chatting intimately with a beautiful college student. She even kissed him on the cheek. After she left, he lit a cigarette and, with a smug grin, chatted with the building’s security guard. “What do you think? Eighteen, much fresher than my wife.” “My wife went to a fancy university, but she still pops out babies for me, mops floors, and washes dishes.” “I’m not going home. If I do, I’d have to help with the kid, right? It’s utterly annoying…” “You don’t know, after she gave birth, her figure’s all swollen, ugh. Doesn’t wear makeup, doesn’t wash her hair, a complete slob. Just looking at her makes me sick.” Every single one of his words hit me like a lightning bolt, crushing my shoulders. He seemed to have forgotten. The down payment for the house we were living in? He’d borrowed my savings for it, and still hadn’t paid me back. I couldn’t take it. I stormed over to confront him, but he felt humiliated. Right in front of the security guard, he slapped me hard across the face twice, then kicked me. “Bitch, how dare you talk to me like that? You need to remember who supports this family, who gives you the money you spend!” He was right. As soon as my maternity leave was over, the company fired me. Now, I was just a stay-at-home mom, reliant on my husband. I touched my face, swollen like a balloon, staring at him in disbelief. Only one thought burned in my mind: I had to get revenge. Luckily, he still didn’t know about my family’s curse.

The next day, I called my mother, Eleanor. Her voice was calm, as if she’d been expecting this. “You had the ceremony, but you never filed the license with the state. So the curse’s power will be halved. Leave him now, and the worst he’ll face is a year of gut rot and a ruined reputation. It’s a slap on the wrist compared to what you’ve endured.” I calmed down. Right, I couldn’t separate yet. Not only would I not separate, I needed to officially register our marriage. The more he owed me, the more he wronged me, the more he’d have to repay. Ten months of pregnancy for him to suffer stomach problems for a year? No way. I wanted him to suffer a fate worse than death. For six years, he thought I couldn’t leave him, and he grew increasingly outrageous. He’d hit and curse me at the slightest provocation. Finally, when Summer was six and Julian suggested divorce, the time was ripe. I did the math. With all the debts and sins he’d accumulated during our marriage, he definitely wouldn’t escape death. I deliberately brought up dividing our marital assets. As expected, he exploded in rage, calling me vicious, his face turning beet red. “Have you earned a single penny for this family all these years? Let me tell you, the house is already in my mother’s name, and I don’t have a cent to my name! Plus, I want custody of Summer!” Brenda also pointed her finger at my nose, screaming, “Bitch! If you hadn’t latched onto my son, he wouldn’t have been soft enough to marry you! Divorce is because you didn’t treat him well enough, and now you’re dreaming of our assets? Fat chance!” Seeing them so eager to rush to their doom, I felt at ease. “Fine, I don’t want anything. I’ll leave with nothing.” Brenda was ecstatic, afraid I’d change my mind, and rushed Julian to book a divorce appointment at City Hall. The divorce went unusually smoothly. Stepping out of City Hall, he was officially my ex-husband. My ex-husband warned me not to tell anyone about the divorce. He probably had an image of a happy, perfect family outside, and if his clients or superiors found out, it would hurt his career. He probably always thought I was easy to manipulate. Submissive, only crying when I was hit or cursed. Even after divorce, he believed I wouldn’t defy him. “Who knows?” I curved my lips into a smile, completely abandoning my usual docile demeanor. “That depends on my mood.” He was shocked by my attitude, then flushed with anger. “You little bitch, how dare you talk to me like that!” He’d always been like this, thinking he was a king, that everyone should flatter and please him. Little did he know, my years of submissiveness were just for a multiplied repayment. My ex-husband raised his fist, intending to punch me in the head like he used to, to vent his fury. But this time, he didn’t get his way. I raised my slender arm and grabbed his wrist. “This is in front of City Hall, there are cameras everywhere. If you touch me, I’ll call the police.” His lips twitched violently, then a look of pain crossed his face, and he suddenly threw up. I understood immediately, and smiled. The curse was already kicking in.

Ignoring me, he rushed to the bathroom. Soon after, an ambulance pulled up to City Hall. My ex-husband, pale-faced, was carried away on a stretcher. He was always robust, capable of juggling two mistresses, a wife, and non-stop work with ease. Now, he was frothing at the mouth and collapsing in a bathroom. Under the bright sun, I finally laughed out loud. I used my remaining savings to rent a tiny, dilapidated apartment and sent out countless resumes. Unfortunately, I’d been out of the workforce for too long. Even with a good degree and experience at a major company, finding a suitable job was incredibly difficult. A month later, I received my first interview call. When Chloe, the HR person, scheduled the interview, she suggested I start as an assistant, with a relatively low salary. I smiled and said, “No problem.” When she saw the ‘Family’ section on my resume, her expression changed slightly. She looked at me with a complex mix of pity and guilt. She poured me a cup of coffee and asked me to wait in her office. When she returned, she told me, “You’re hired. Your salary will be ten thousand before tax.” On my first day, I saw my ex-husband in the Vice President’s office. He had always hidden his true salary and never told me where he worked. I never expected it to be here. Before we married, he was just a regular engineer. Six years later, he’d been promoted to Vice President. And I, meanwhile, had been trapped in the cage of marriage, becoming a housewife who struggled to even find an entry-level job. My ex-husband was just recovering from his illness, his face ashen. The moment he saw me, his first reaction was shock, panic, and disbelief. He practically accused me with his eyes, cursing me for being an inescapable shadow. However, before he could think too much, he suddenly bent over, clutched his mouth, and dry-heaved again. A foul smell filled the office. Chloe covered her nose, stepped back several paces, and said with disgust, “You were in the hospital for half a month, and your stomach issues still aren’t resolved?” I sneered inwardly. Stomach issues? This was definitely pregnancy. I remembered my own early pregnancy, with morning sickness every single day. Julian had used all sorts of sweet talk to convince me to let Richard and Brenda, who lived in the countryside, move in to help take care of me. Richard was a typical rural man, extremely chauvinistic. He wouldn’t even pick up a spoon if it fell. Brenda’s primary task, besides waiting on Richard, was to assign me chores: washing dishes, mopping floors, cooking. Julian would sometimes offer to help, but she’d wave him away. “Men can’t do these things!” After Brenda said that, Julian would genuinely lie on the sofa, playing on his phone with a clear conscience. I threw up continuously for three months, and even swallowing felt like a painful effort. At first, Julian would offer a few words of comfort. But later, he complained that my restless turning and tossing at night disturbed his sleep and told me to stop moving so much. I explained that it was because of nausea and chest tightness that I couldn’t sleep. He dismissed me impatiently. “All pregnant women go through this. My mother worked in the fields right up to her delivery. Why are you so weak? I think you just want to cause problems for my mother.” I wanted to argue, but he turned away, ending the discussion. You never know pain until you feel the knife yourself. Now he was trapped in a ten-month pregnancy a hundred times worse than mine had been. I sincerely hoped he would survive it. After all, what he owed me stretched far beyond a swollen belly. And I could not wait to see what came next.

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Today, Julian’s first love, Valerie, returned. The same Valerie who, three months ago, falsely accused me of pushing her down the stairs. Now I was on the floor. One of the men stepped closer, his hands going to his belt. “Mr. Sterling, this is your wife. You’re really just throw her away?” Julian turned his back and walked away. “When you’re finished, dump her in the ocean.” Cloth tore. Cold air bit into the exposed skin of my back.. Seven days. Just seven more days. Until my brother’s surgery was over. Until the five million hit the offshore account. Then, Seraphina Sterling would cease to exist. Seraphina POV Even the roar of the casino floor couldn’t drown out the wet, sickening crunch of breaking bones. My right pinky finger was crushed under a leather shoe. Mr. Hayes’ jowly face quivered, and a glob of thick, yellow phlegm landed with a wet smack on my hand. “Already can’t take it, Mrs. Sterling? Julian told us that besides playing the piano, those hands are amazing at… pleasuring men.” The room was packed with onlookers. Some held up their phones, recording, others whistled and jeered. I didn’t scream. I bit down hard on my lower lip until it bled. I looked up. Julian stood by the railing of the VIP lounge on the second floor, swirling a half-empty glass of red wine. His voice, flat and emotionless, echoed through the speakers. “Mr. Hayes, enjoy yourself. After all, if Seraphina can’t pay back the debts her family ran up, those hands are useless anyway.” Another sickening crack. This time, it was my ring finger. Mr. Hayes pressed down, grinding his heel from side to side. “Julian is truly generous! Then I won’t hold back!” I felt icy sweat trickle down my forehead, soaking into the strands of hair plastered to the grimy floor. I stared at the figure on the second floor. Three years ago, it was these very hands Julian had cupped, making a solemn vow. “Seraphina, if anyone dares to touch your hands, I’ll take their life.” Now, he was the one twisting the knife. Because this morning, Valerie had returned from overseas. His ‘first love’, the one who’d accused me of pushing her down the stairs three months ago, was back after two months of ‘treatment’ abroad. For months, Julian had ‘atoned’ for Valerie’s ‘suffering’ by inflicting double the torment on me. I watched from the floor as Mr. Hayes unbuckled his belt. The laughter around me grew louder. “Julian, this is your wife, supposedly. Are you really throwing her away?” Someone shouted up to the second floor. Julian turned. “She’s broken. Dump her in the ocean, let the fish have her.” That was his answer. My breath hitched. My left hand, braced on the floor beside me, clawed into the thick carpet. Two of my fingernails tore off with sickening pops. Mr. Hayes bent down, his greasy hand reaching for my collar. “Hear that? Your husband doesn’t want you.” Fabric ripped. Large swaths of my skin were exposed to the cold air. With my good left hand, I fumbled inside my shirt, pulling out a perfectly folded piece of paper. A hospital bill. The ICU, twenty thousand a day. That was my brother, Caleb’s, life. Mr. Hayes paused, seeing me clutch the paper to my chest as if guarding my very last breath. “Two million.” I said, “Mr. Hayes, if I survive this ‘game,’ I want two million.” Mr. Hayes stared for a second, then burst into roaring laughter. “Mrs. Sterling, are you trying to cut a deal with me? Fine! If you down this bottle of liquor and then crawl through my legs, I’ll give you five million, not just two!” He kicked a bottle of potent vodka towards me. The bottle slammed into my broken fingers. Agony ripped through me, making my entire body convulse uncontrollably. I emptied the bottle. My stomach felt like it was ablaze, the burning sensation momentarily eclipsing the pain of my shattered fingers. I crawled on the floor, inch by agonizing inch. And slowly, I passed between Mr. Hayes’s spread legs. The entire room fell silent. Only the frantic clicks of camera shutters filled the air. Mr. Hayes hadn’t expected me to actually do it. His face twisted into a furious scowl. He pulled a checkbook from his jacket, scribbled on a check, and slapped it onto my face. “Go buy yourself a coffin!” I picked up the check with my left hand and saw the number. Five million. Enough. Enough for Caleb’s surgery next week, enough to keep him stable for another six months. I stumbled to my feet, clutching the bloodstained check. No one cared about me. The crowd dispersed, moving on to the next round of revelry. I staggered out of the hall and reached the edge of the deck. My phone buzzed. A bank transfer alert popped up, followed by a screen full of missed FaceTime calls from ‘Julian’-that was before yesterday. Then, a new alert flashed. From the contact saved as L. “Package secured. New identity at the dead drop. Wheels up in seven. This is your last window.” I lifted my gaze to the endless, swallowing dark of the open sea. I took a photo of the five-million-dollar check and sent it to Dr. Miller at the hospital. In the chat box, I typed a single word. “Okay.” Seven days. I had to endure him for seven more days. Just until Caleb’s surgery was complete. Until that money was clean and resting in an offshore account. Then, Seraphina would cease to be.

Seraphina POV At three in the morning, I pushed open the front door. The house was dark. My right hand, still untreated, was crudely wrapped in a bandage. A figure sat on the living room sofa. “Finally decided to come home?” Julian’s voice was hoarse, laced with mockery. The lights flared on. I raised my hand to shield my eyes, a movement that pulled at my fresh wound. Julian wore a black shirt, his collar open, revealing a dark red hickey on his collarbone. It was new. “What’s wrong? Didn’t please Mr. Hayes enough? Got kicked out?” Julian stood, stepping closer, one slow stride after another. A wave of stale cigarette smoke, tainted with a cloying, unfamiliar woman’s perfume, hit me like a physical blow. I said nothing, trying to walk past him and go upstairs. He grabbed my wrist, his fingers clamping down right on the shattered bones of my hand. A raw scream ripped from my throat. My reaction seemed to enrage Julian further, and he tightened his grip. “What are you playing at? Three months ago, when you pushed Valerie down the stairs, I didn’t see you acting so fragile.” “I didn’t.” It was a phrase I’d repeated countless times over the past three years. “Didn’t?” Julian flung my hand away. I slammed into the entryway console, my right hand taking another heavy blow. I curled into a ball, cold sweat dripping onto the floor. Julian loomed over me. “The doctor said Valerie’s leg has permanent damage; she’ll never dance again. Seraphina, your hand being broken is just karma. You deserve it.” He picked up a document from the coffee table and threw it at me. The sharp corner of the paper grazed my cheek. “Sign it.” I picked up the document with my left hand. A ‘Cornea Donor Consent Form’. Recipient: Valerie. I looked up at Julian. “What happened to her eyes?” “Complications from her car accident a year ago. Retinal detachment. She needs a transplant.” Julian’s tone was flat. “Your cornea is the highest match.” “I won’t sign.” I threw the document back at him. “You don’t have a choice.” Julian bent down, pinching my chin. “Caleb’s still in the ICU at St. Jude’s, isn’t he? Time for his surgery payment this week, too?” The five million was still processing; it wouldn’t arrive until tomorrow at the earliest. If Julian cut off the hospital’s medication now… “You’re a monster.” “Not as much as you.” Julian released my chin, then meticulously wiped his fingers on a tissue as if I was something vile. “Back then, to marry me, you drugged Grandpa, forcing Valerie to leave the country. What part of that wasn’t despicable?” I opened my mouth. Explain? Explain that Valerie swapped Grandpa’s meds? Explain that she skipped town because she got paid off by Sterling Corporation, Julian’s biggest rival? It was useless. All the evidence had been destroyed. Only Valerie’s perfectly crafted, fake ‘diary’ survived. Julian only believed what he saw. “Sign it, and I’ll cover Caleb’s surgery.” Julian said, his final words. I looked at the document. One cornea. For Caleb’s life. It was a fair trade. What did it matter? I’d be gone in seven days. One less eye wouldn’t stop my disappearance. “Okay.” Julian’s movements froze. He frowned, looking at me. “Pen.” I extended my left hand. Julian handed me the pen. I scrawled my name clumsily in the signature box. The handwriting was ugly, the messy scrawl of a useless lefty. “When is the surgery scheduled?” I asked. “Next Monday.” Next Monday. The seventh day. I calculated the timing in my head. If I could just delay until the last moment before the surgery, Valerie wouldn’t get the cornea, and Julian would be so preoccupied with the surgery preparations that his guard would be down. Perfect. “Fine.” I handed him the document. “But I have a condition.” “You’re in no position to bargain.” “These next few days, I’m staying in the guest room. Also, find me a doctor to set my hand.” I held up my hand, swollen like a pastry. “Otherwise, if it gets infected, it’ll mess with my vitals, and the cornea quality will drop. You want that?” Julian stared at my hand for a few seconds. “Mr. Davies will bring a doctor.” He snatched the document and turned to leave. He stopped at the staircase, not looking back. “Valerie moves in tomorrow. You’d better stay out of her way. Don’t let me catch sight of that grim expression on your face.” “Got it.” Julian’s back stiffened for a moment, then he strode upstairs. The master bedroom door slammed shut, shaking the house. I slid down the wall, collapsing to the floor. I pulled out my phone and sent a message to “Liam”. “Plan change. Evacuation moved to Sunday night.” Sunday night. The eve of the surgery. That would be when Julian was least vigilant, and most consumed by his fury. I glanced at the closed door upstairs. Julian, you want atonement? Here it is. But you’ll never get this eye.

Seraphina POV In the early morning, the mansion’s front doors were slammed open. A dozen movers poured in, bustling in and out of the house. My belongings were tossed out one by one. My piano scores, my orchids, even our wedding photo hanging in the entryway-all were bundled up and thrown into the trash can in the yard. Pink shag carpets, giant diffusers, and a pristine white Steinway grand piano were hauled inside. I sat on the small balcony of the guest room, a glass of water in my left hand. A sweet, tinkling laugh floated up from downstairs. “Julian, does this vase look good here? Is it in the way?” Valerie sat in a wheelchair, dressed in a white lace dress, a delicate porcelain doll. Julian stood behind her, pushing her wheelchair, his eyes soft with tenderness. “Whatever you like. The whole house is yours, change it however you want.” “But… won’t Seraphina be upset?” Valerie looked up timidly. “There’s no Seraphina here,” Julian said. “Only a maid who’s about to be kicked to the curb.” I heard every word clearly. A maid. Indeed, in three years of marriage, the most I’d done was serve him. Just then, a knock came at the door. Mr. Davies stood there, holding a maid’s uniform. “Ms. Seraphina.” Mr. Davies’s tone shifted quickly. “Julian has instructed that there’s a party tonight, and we’re short-staffed. He wants you to change into this and help with serving drinks.” I looked at the ridiculously skimpy maid’s uniform. “I’m injured.” I pointed to my casted hand. “Julian said that if one hand’s useless, you still have the other.” Mr. Davies placed the clothes on the bed. “If you don’t change, Caleb’s situation…” Caleb, again. I closed my eyes. “Get out.” After Mr. Davies left, I changed into the uniform with one hand. The dress was tight, making it hard to breathe. I looked at myself in the mirror. Pale, gaunt, like a ghost. Good. The more pitiful I looked, the more Julian would relish it, and the less he’d suspect me. At six in the evening, guests poured into the house, Julian and Valerie’s entire social circle. These were the same people who, back then, had scoffed at me as a “desperate hanger-on.” Now, their eyes were filled with smug amusement and thinly veiled contempt. “Well, well, isn’t that the former piano prodigy? Look at her, dressed like that!” “Heard she sold her husband for money? Still clinging to the house?” “Utterly shameless.” Valerie was surrounded by guests, smiling, radiating happiness. When she saw me approach with a tray, a flicker of pure malice darted through her eyes. “Seraphina, darling, could you fetch me a glass of red wine?” Valerie’s voice was soft. I walked over, my left hand holding the wine glass steady. Just as I handed it to Valerie, her hand suddenly trembled. Red wine splashed across Valerie’s pristine white dress. “Ah!” Valerie shrieked, her eyes welling up. “My leg… it’s so cold…” “What happened!” Julian shoved through the crowd, practically throwing me aside. Losing my balance, I fell to the floor. My casted hand slammed against the table corner. The agony made my vision swim, then black out for a second. “Seraphina! Are you trying to die?!” Julian knelt to check Valerie’s leg. “Julian, don’t blame Seraphina… I just lost my grip…” Valerie sobbed, tears streaming down her face. “Seraphina must be upset that I’m getting her cornea. She’s just so angry…” The room erupted. “What? She won’t donate?” “Valerie got her leg injured because Seraphina pushed her, and now her eyes are going bad, and she’s still so selfish?” “Exactly! She took Mrs. Sterling’s place for three years, and she’s still not satisfied!” Julian suddenly turned, glaring at me. “Apologize.” I lay on the floor, pushing myself up to a sitting position. I looked at the ‘couple’. Apologize? Fine. I slowly got up and walked to Valerie. “I’m sorry.” “I didn’t hear you!” Julian roared. I took a deep breath, bent at the waist, a deep, mocking bow. “I’m sorry, Miss Valerie. I shouldn’t have spilled wine on you.” “I shouldn’t have taken Mrs. Sterling’s place.” “I shouldn’t even be alive, bothering your perfect lives.” “Get to the kitchen.” Julian ordered. “Don’t come out until the party’s over.” I turned and walked away. No looking back, no tears. Back in the kitchen, I closed the door, shutting out the noise from outside. I pulled a tiny USB drive from the pocket of my apron. I’d slipped it from Julian’s suit pocket during the chaos of my fall. It contained Julian’s company’s most sensitive data. Exactly what Liam needed. I found a piece of raw meat, shoved the USB drive deep into it, then tossed it into the very bottom of the freezer. After that, I leaned against the freezer door, gasping for breath. My right hand throbbed as if it had broken all over again. But I smiled. Julian, if you’d just checked the security footage, you’d see Valerie deliberately spilled that wine herself. But you wouldn’t check. You would never believe me. My phone vibrated. A bank transfer notification. Five million. It had arrived. I immediately transferred the money to the offshore account I’d been preparing for three years. Then, I factory-reset my phone and tossed it into the churning garbage disposal. The phone shattered into fragments. That was the first connection I severed.

Seraphina POV To appease a ‘traumatized’ Valerie, Julian decided to host a charity auction on Friday night. It was philanthropy in name only. In truth, it was a stage: to generate publicity for Valerie and formally reintroduce her as the woman of Julian’s house. The evening’s centerpiece was an antique grand piano. It was the grand piano Julian had given me for my eighteenth birthday, after I won the International Chopin Gold Medal. Now, he was auctioning off that very piano, with all proceeds going to a foundation for the visually impaired, in Valerie’s name. How ironic. Using his ex-wife’s most cherished possession to pave the way for his current flame. I was ordered to attend. The reason: as the piano’s original owner, I was needed for the final “handover” ceremony. Humiliation. Pure, unadulterated humiliation. Backstage at the venue, I stood in a corner, wearing a faded, ill-fitting old gown. Valerie, in a custom-made gown shimmering like a night sky, was getting her makeup touched up, a princess reborn. “Seraphina, I’m truly sorry for you.” Valerie watched me in the mirror. “Julian said you can’t play this piano anymore, and it’s just taking up space at home, so it’s better to use it for charity.” I looked at the black Steinway grand being wheeled onto the stage. A faint scratch marred the lid, a tiny mark I’d made with my hairpin when I’d collapsed from exhaustion during practice. Back then, Julian had been heartbroken, holding me tight, whispering reassurances all night long. Now, he was selling that memory. “Good for something, I guess,” I said. Valerie’s smile faltered for a moment, then she recovered her sweet demeanor. “Seraphina, you’re so philosophical. Oh, Julian said he wants to play ‘Wedding of Love’ with me tonight. You don’t mind, do you?” ‘Wedding of Love.’ It was the song from Julian’s and my wedding. I said nothing, just lowered my gaze to my casted hand. From the front, the host’s voice boomed. “And now, please welcome Julian and Valerie, as they bring us our opening performance!” Thunderous applause. The curtain swept open, and two spotlights illuminated the center of the stage. Julian sat on one side of the piano bench, Valerie on the other. A four-hand duet. The scene was picture-perfect. I stood in the shadows behind the curtain, watching it all unfold. Once, the one sitting there had been me. The music began. Valerie’s technique was mediocre at best, riddled with wrong notes, her rhythm unsteady. But Julian matched her, slowing his pace, using his masterful skill to cover her flaws. When Valerie made a mistake, he would even turn to her, a doting smile in his eyes. I felt sick. I remembered three years ago, how my fingers were raw, covered in angry blisters, from practicing this very song. Julian had carefully pricked my blisters, whispering, “Seraphina, from now on, play only for me.” Liar. They were all liars. The piece ended. The applause was endless. The host rushed onto the stage, thrilled. “Simply breathtaking! This is what true love looks like! Next, we will be auctioning off this piano, a witness to Julian’s love story! Starting bid: five million!” “Ten million!” The first bid sent a ripple of shock through the room. Everyone turned. A tall man in a gray suit, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, walked in from the entrance, holding up a bidding paddle. Cyrus. Cyrus Sterling, the head of the Sterling Corporation and Julian’s fiercest rival in the business world. And my former classmate. The smile on Julian’s face vanished instantly. He stood up and walked to the front of the stage. “Cyrus, what the hell are you playing at?” “No particular reason,” Cyrus said, adjusting his glasses. “Some things, if the original owner doesn’t appreciate them, are better off with someone who does.” Julian saw me. “Twenty million.” Julian spoke. He clearly regretted putting it up for auction. “Thirty million,” Cyrus said without hesitation. “Fifty million!” Julian gritted his teeth. The entire room gasped. Fifty million for a piano was an astronomical sum. Cyrus smiled, then put down his paddle. “Julian, you’re as rich as they say. But…” Cyrus’s tone shifted. “Some things, you can’t hold onto forever.” With that, he gave me a deep, knowing look, then turned and left. In that fleeting glance, I saw a hidden message. I understood. Cyrus was helping me. He was using this method to tell Julian that someone was watching this piano, watching me. And it meant Julian, for the sake of his ego, would never let that piano leave his possession. The piano went unsold, remaining with Julian. Backstage, Julian dragged me into a dressing room. The door locked with a heavy click. “What’s your relationship with Cyrus?” Julian pinned me against the wall, his eyes bloodshot. “Nothing.” “Nothing? Then why would he spend thirty million on your damn piano?” Julian’s grip on my chin was so tight, I thought my jaw would shatter. “Seraphina, have you already found someone new? That affair three years ago, are you still so shameless?” “I didn’t.” I shook my head. “If you believe I cheated, and now I have someone else, then let me go.” I met his gaze directly. “You need to make room for Valerie anyway, and I’ve signed the donation papers.” “Never!” Julian snarled. “You want to leave? Dream on!” Julian’s teeth were clenched. “As long as I say no, you’re bound to me, in life and in death!” He tore my gown. “You want a man? Fine. I’ll give you one!” There was no prelude. Just a brutal, punitive assault. I bit down hard on the plaster cast on my arm, choking back every sound. My tears had long dried. My heart was dead. When it was over, Julian adjusted his clothes. “Go to the hospital for pre-op checks tomorrow. Don’t go anywhere these next few days.” He slammed the door shut and left. I lay on the cold floor, my body aching. I waited. Waited for the signal Cyrus had left me. When I’d been shoved earlier, I’d felt a slip of paper pressed into my pocket by Cyrus. My trembling fingers pulled it out. It contained only a short line of text and a tiny key. “Tomorrow night, midnight, back door delivery truck. Locker 302.” The key to my freedom. Or a one-way ticket to hell. If I failed, I’d have my legs broken and be locked away forever by Julian. But I had no choice. I swallowed the paper and hid the key in the crevices of my cast. Julian, you left me no choice.

Seraphina POV The hospital corridor reeked of antiseptic. I followed behind Julian, led into the VIP ophthalmology clinic. Valerie sat in the examination chair, and Julian was leaning down, kissing her forehead. “Don’t be scared. Dr. Miller is personally performing the surgery. You’ll be able to see again tomorrow.” Valerie clutched Julian’s coat, shrinking back just a little. “Seraphina is really willing? After all, it’s removing an eyeball…” “She doesn’t have a choice.” Julian turned, his tone devoid of warmth. “Sign it.” On the table lay the ‘Surgical Consent Form’. I picked up the pen with my left hand. Dr. Miller adjusted his glasses, his voice professional and flat. “Ms. Seraphina, after the left eyeball is removed, a prosthetic eye will be fitted. There’s a risk of rejection, but it won’t affect your appearance. Please sign if you confirm.” My pen hovered over the line. “I need to use the restroom.” Julian frowned. “Always so difficult.” “I want to go too.” Valerie suddenly stood up, fumbling for Julian’s hand. “Julian, I want to touch up my makeup. I don’t want you to see me looking tired.” Julian’s gaze softened. “Okay, I’ll help you.” “No need, just Seraphina can come with me.” Valerie smiled sweetly. Inside the restroom. The stall door locked. Valerie stood in front of the mirror, reaching up to take off her large sunglasses. Her eyes, clear as glass, held no hint of impairment. She pulled lipstick from her bag and, gazing into the mirror, meticulously outlined her lips. Not a single smudge. “Just as I thought,” I said. “Surprised?” Valerie pursed her lips, turning to face me, her eyes filled with malice. “Seraphina, I never actually needed your cornea. I just wanted to make you blind.” My left hand, in my pocket, gripped the tiny key I’d retrieved from my cast. “Caleb’s surgery fee, Julian already paid it,” I said. “Did he?” Valerie chuckled softly, pulling out her phone and playing a video. In the video, the oxygen tube in Caleb’s ICU room was half-pulled out. The monitor blared a piercing alarm, and nurses scrambled to save him. I lunged to snatch the phone. Valerie sidestepped, then slapped me across the face. I slammed into the sink, my casted hand taking another brutal hit. “Your brother’s pathetic life? It’s in my hands now.” Valerie leaned closer, lowering her voice. “Tomorrow’s surgery, if you dare to run, or say anything, I’ll have them pull the plug entirely.” I glared at her. “What do you want?” “I want you to die on the operating table.” Valerie pulled an eyebrow razor from her bag and shoved it into the crevices of my cast. “Anesthesia complications, cardiac arrest – these things happen all the time in surgery. I want you dead on that table, clearing the way for me to be Mrs. Sterling.” A knock came at the door. Julian’s voice. “Valerie? Are you ready?” Valerie’s face instantly transformed. She swept the hand soap bottle off the sink, letting it crash to the floor. “Seraphina, no!” She shrieked, throwing herself to the ground. The door burst open. Julian rushed in, seeing Valerie sprawled on the floor and me ‘holding’ an eyebrow razor. “Seraphina!” Julian’s foot connected hard with my stomach. I flew backward, my back slamming against the edge of the toilet, and I crumpled to the floor, pain curling me into a ball. “Julian… Seraphina said if I could see again, you wouldn’t want her… She wanted to ruin my face…” Valerie sobbed, burying her face in Julian’s chest. Julian picked up Valerie, his eyes on me, as if looking at a corpse. “Lock her in the morgue,” Julian ordered the security guards who’d rushed in. “Let her have a good reality check.” The guards came forward, dragging me out as I coughed up blood. I didn’t struggle. As they pulled me through the door, I saw Valerie, clinging to Julian’s shoulder, silently mouthed two words at me: “Die. Bitch.” The morgue was freezing. I was thrown between the stainless steel gurneys. The icy chill seeped deep into my bones. I huddled in the corner, pulling out the tiny voice recorder I’d prepared earlier. Everything in the restroom had been recorded. This was my last card. It was meant for negotiating with Julian, but now, it would be Valerie’s funeral song. My phone buzzed. A message from “Liam”. “Caleb’s been moved. Cyrus’s people have him now. You can proceed.” I looked at the screen and laughed. I laughed, tears streaming down my face. Valerie, your biggest mistake was believing I still cared about Julian. I sat in the morgue’s frigid air all night. Until dawn, when the guards opened the door. “Come out. Julian wants you home to prepare for surgery.”

Seraphina POV I’d returned from the morgue with a raging fever. Julian only gave me one fever reducer. His reason: “You’re having general anesthesia tomorrow. Too many meds will mess with your metabolism.” Julian came down from his study, dressed in a black suit, his tie knotted without a single wrinkle. He surveyed the dishes on the table. “Sit. Eat with me.” “I’m not hungry.” “I said sit down.” Julian pulled out a chair, his words brooking no argument. I obeyed, sitting down. Valerie picked up a shrimp and offered it to Julian, her voice sweet and soft. “Julian, this dish Seraphina made, it used to be your favorite. Try it?” Julian opened his mouth, chewed twice, then spat it into the bone plate. “Too salty.” He set his fork down with a sharp click. “Seraphina, are you doing this on purpose?” I looked at the white rice in my bowl. “My hand was shaking. Couldn’t control the salt.” “Shaking?” Julian grabbed my casted arm. “I saw you playing for your lover. You seemed steady enough then.” His fingers tightened. Excruciating pain ripped through me, making my body twitch involuntarily. Cold sweat drenched the back of my shirt, but I didn’t make a sound. “After the surgery tomorrow, this hand will be useless anyway.” Julian flung my hand away. “I’ll arrange for you to be sent to a sanitarium. You won’t leave without my permission.” It was a sentence of soft imprisonment. I picked up my spoon and calmly took a sip of soup. Fourteen more hours. After dinner, a document was thrown onto the table in front of me. A ‘Divorce Settlement Agreement’. “Sign it.” Julian lit a cigarette. “Giving Valerie her rightful place is the last thing you can do.” I opened the agreement. Zero assets. I’d be leaving with nothing. Even the small house my mother left me was already legally Julian’s. “Okay.” I picked up the pen and signed my name. Julian’s fingers, clutching the cigarette, paused. “Aren’t you going to read the terms?” “No need.” I closed the document. “Whatever makes you happy, Julian.” My indifferent attitude was the final spark that ignited Julian’s simmering rage. He stubbed out his cigarette and pushed me onto the sofa. “Seraphina, are you hoping Cyrus is going to ride in and save you? I’m telling you, the Sterling Corporation is in crisis. Cyrus is already on a flight to Europe tonight, trying to save his own ass.” My breath hitched. Cyrus was gone? Then what about tomorrow’s pickup…? “Desperate?” Julian’s finger traced my cheek. “Just hand over the cornea, and I might consider making your life in the sanitarium more comfortable.” He finished speaking, picked up the agreement, and went upstairs. I lay on the sofa, staring silently at the ceiling. My phone was shattered; I couldn’t contact anyone. If Cyrus really was gone, this was a checkmate. Two in the morning. Rain lashed against the windows. I fished a paperclip from deep within the couch cushions. Barefoot, I avoided the blind spots of the hallway cameras and slipped into the first-floor study. Julian’s safe was in the study. With my left hand, I manipulated the paperclip into the keyhole. Click. The old-fashioned mechanical lock clicked open with a soft snick. I didn’t take any money, nor did I touch any sensitive documents. I placed the voice recorder, along with the ‘real vision test report’ Valerie had torn up and meticulously taped back together, deep inside the safe. Julian always opened it first thing in the morning to retrieve his watch. Mission accomplished, I closed the safe. Back in the guest room, I carefully unwound the bandage over my cast. Hidden inside, a single line of text was inked: Cyrus’s contingency plan. “If Plan A fails, initiate Plan B: The Funeral.” I re-bandaged the cast, even tying it tighter than before, using the pain to keep my nerves buzzing, to stay awake. Outside, thunder growled. I stood by the window, watching the distant lightning tear across the night sky.

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Six years after splitting up with my ex-boyfriend, Caleb, I ran into him at our college reunion. He publicly announced his engagement to Brianna, a younger alumna from his university. The entire private room was waiting for me—his ex-girlfriend—to cause a scene. But I didn’t argue or make a fuss. I even gave them a thousand-dollar gift. Caleb, however, lowered his voice and explained: “It’s been six years—haven’t you had enough drama? I’m just helping Brianna handle her parents; once this is over, I’ll marry you.” But later, when he found out I was already married with a child, he broke down in tears, begging desperately for me to take him back. Inside the private room, everyone stared in shock at my reaction to giving the gift. They all knew I’d been head over heels for Caleb and couldn’t stand seeing him with Brianna. Back then, even catching them having dinner together would send me into a jealous rage. But soon, the other alumni—eager for more drama—started egging us on. Some called me generous; others praised my “undying affection,” especially for shelling out a thousand bucks for an ex-boyfriend’s engagement. Egged on by their comments, Brianna smirked, a triumphant glint in her eyes. Caleb, though, frowned deeply, his expression unreadable. After a minute, he pulled me aside, his voice dropping. “Aubrey, it’s been six years—haven’t you had enough of this drama?” “Brianna and I are just going through the motions. Her parents have been pressuring her to get married…” “This is the last time I’ll help her. Once this is done, I’m all yours.” Hearing Caleb say this, I had to bite back a laugh. I’d lost track of how many times I’d heard those exact words. Back in the day, every time Caleb got close to Brianna, he’d lie to me—promising to cook for me or swearing he’d marry me someday. And I, like a fool, bought into it every single time. But now, I was done falling for his lies. Besides, we were broken up. Whether he married Brianna or not—what did it matter to me? Thinking this, I subtly pulled my hand away, my voice neutral. “Caleb, we’ve already broken up. You don’t owe me any explanations.” Caleb froze, then his expression instantly hardened. “Broken up? We’ve just been in a rough patch all these years, haven’t we?” I almost laughed. What kind of rough patch lasts six years? The truth was, six years ago, I’d already blocked and deleted him. I’d even sent him a breakup email and moved all my stuff out of our apartment. If he’d paid any attention at all, he would’ve noticed something was up. Plus, for the past six years, all our mutual friends had quietly accepted we were over. Only he was still living in denial. At that thought, I couldn’t be bothered to argue. I scoffed and turned to leave. If I’d known this would happen, I would’ve skipped the reunion altogether. I’d barely stepped out of the private room when Brianna and Caleb came rushing after me. Brianna hurried ahead, blocking my path with a fake concerned look. “Aubrey, the reunion’s going great—why leave so suddenly?” “Are you still upset about what happened six years ago? If it bothers you that much, I can apologize.” She deliberately emphasized “six years ago.” Caleb’s face immediately darkened. He instinctively pulled Brianna behind him, giving me a cold glare. “Aubrey, why are you being so petty? Can’t you let go of something so trivial after all this time?” I found that laughable. So in his eyes, my child was just some trivial “thing”? Six years ago, when I was newly pregnant and emotionally fragile, Caleb bailed on me just because Brianna said she was “feeling down and needed company.” Despite my pleas, he insisted on going to her. We got into a huge fight over the phone—he called me “immature” and “unsupportive.” In my distress, I started having severe abdominal pain and had to be rushed to the ER. I lost the baby. And when I needed him most, he was by Brianna’s side, comforting her and telling her not to “feel guilty.” I lay alone in the hospital for three days. By the time I was discharged, my heart was shattered. I calmly canceled all our wedding plans over the phone. After that, the physical and emotional trauma made me seriously ill. During all this, Caleb never visited me once. He was too busy doting on Brianna—even staying overnight to take care of “poor guilty” Brianna. She even posted cryptic Instagram stories, making me the joke of everyone we knew. That was the 99th time Caleb chose her over me. That’s when I finally gave up. I took an overseas job transfer and left the country. That was six years ago. Now Brianna was picking at those old scars, trying to get a rise out of me. Back then, I would’ve exploded. But today? She was going to be disappointed. Thinking this, I kept my voice steady. “There’s nothing to be upset about. Caleb and I ended things six years ago. Besides, I’m doing really well now.” But Brianna was sure I was seething. She put on a concerned face and explained, “Aubrey, don’t get the wrong idea. Caleb and I—our engagement’s just an act to please my parents.” “If it bothers you that much, I could still call off the engagement party…” Before she could finish, Caleb cut her off. “No, Brianna! We’ve already invited everyone—canceling last minute would humiliate you!” I almost laughed out loud. So Caleb cared about Brianna’s embarrassment if the engagement party got canceled? But he never once thought about mine? He knew my miscarriage and canceled wedding would leave me humiliated—yet he still chose her, leaving me to face the physical pain, emotional wreckage, and public shame all alone… Sensing my disgusted look, Caleb froze, his lips pressing into a tight line. He quickly softened his tone, explaining, “Aubrey, Brianna needs me. I can’t just walk away from her…” Brianna played the martyr too, dramatically sliding the engagement ring off her finger and offering it to me with fake sincerity. “Aubrey, this ring was always meant for you. Now that you’re back, I should return it to its rightful owner.” She was putting on a show of generosity, but really, she was flaunting her victory. Caleb glanced at the ring, a self-satisfied smirk tugging at his lips. “Aubrey, I had this custom-made for you, remember?” It was true he’d commissioned the ring for me—but I’d never worn it. The second Brianna mentioned liking it, he’d given her my custom ring without a second thought. And she’d worn it every day since. I scoffed and swatted the diamond ring into a nearby trash can. “I don’t want something another woman’s already worn.” With that, I turned to leave—no more energy for their games. Caleb’s expression flickered, and he lunged forward to grab my arm. “Aubrey, wait!” As he grabbed me, his hand brushed against something hard. He let go, staring in shock at the wedding ring glinting on my finger. Caleb froze, rooted to the spot. “A wedding ring? You… you’re married?”

I didn’t deny it—after all, I was married. At my silent confirmation, Caleb’s eyes went wide. He stared at me in disbelief, his intense gaze practically burning holes through me. Brianna paused, then sneered passive-aggressively, “Aubrey, that ring looks totally fake. You didn’t get scammed, did you?” “Besides, when did you even get married? Why didn’t we hear anything about it?” At her words, Caleb visibly relaxed, then smirked. “Aubrey, I knew it! Who else would ever want you besides me?” “Alright, I get it. You’re just doing this to get my attention, to make me marry you, right?” “I promise, after I help Brianna this time, we’ll get married. Deal?” I recognized this olive branch for what it was—Caleb’s typical arrogant attempt at reconciliation, like he was doing me a favor. He’d always been this way: whenever I got upset, he’d dangle false hope and empty promises to pacify me. For six years, I’d dreamed of marrying Caleb. Every birthday wish was for him to be my husband. And he knew it—so he used marriage as leverage, manipulating me into giving in, compromising, forgiving. Whenever he offered one of these “olive branches,” no matter how angry I was, I’d take it. I didn’t want to rock the boat. But now? We were broken up. Why should I care about his feelings anymore? I pretended not to hear him, not even bothering to glance his way. When I didn’t jump to respond like I used to—when I just looked completely indifferent, refusing to give him the satisfaction—Caleb’s frown turned to a scowl. He grabbed my arm, his voice sharp. “Aubrey, why are you ignoring me? I just agreed to marry you—what more do you want?” I kept my voice icy. “Do whatever you want, but don’t stop me from getting back to my husband and child. Move.” With that, I wrenched my arm free and walked away. Caleb panicked. “Aubrey, what are you talking about? Explain!” He started to chase me, but Brianna immediately clutched her head and crouched down, feigning pain as she grabbed his shirt. “Caleb, my head hurts so bad…” Caleb stopped short, rushing to Brianna’s side with a concerned look. “Brianna, what’s wrong? Did you have too much to drink earlier?” “Aubrey, Brianna’s really drunk—I’m taking her to a nearby hotel to rest…” As he spoke, Caleb shot me a guilty glance, like he was looking for my permission. I almost laughed. Was he actually explaining himself to me? Before he could finish, I cut him off sharply. “Go then. You don’t need my approval. Remember? We broke up years ago.” Caleb froze, clearly thrown by my reaction. Back in the day, finding out he’d be alone with Brianna in a room would’ve sent me into a jealous rage, begging him not to go. But that was when I loved him, when I cared. Now that I was over him? Who he hooked up with didn’t matter one bit. At my words, Caleb’s voice picked up, his breathing growing uneven. “Aubrey… Brianna and me, alone in a hotel… you’re not even worried?” I knew exactly what he wanted—for me to stop him, to beg like I used to, to lose all my pride. I’d done that before, only to be called controlling and petty, accused of having a “dirty mind.” Now that I was giving him exactly what he’d always claimed to want, why was he upset? I met Caleb’s eyes with a cold smile. “You’re my ex. Why would I care?” Caleb’s face turned pale. He opened his mouth to speak, but Brianna cut in, whining loudly about her headache. Caleb finally turned back to her, helping her stand while shooting me a bitter look. “You said it, Aubrey. Don’t come crying to me later.” “Come on, Brianna, I’m taking you to the hotel!” With that, Caleb stormed off, still fuming as he helped Brianna away. I knew his game—he was trying to get a rise out of me, just like old times. He’d act cozy with Brianna, hoping I’d get jealous and come crawling back. But this time, I turned and walked away without a second glance, heading straight to the hotel to meet my husband and daughter. I’d only gone to the reunion as an afterthought—the real reason for the trip was a family vacation with my husband and daughter. Honestly, I should thank Caleb. If he hadn’t pushed me away six years ago, I never would’ve met my husband Liam, or had our sweet daughter Lily. Liam and I met on the streets of Paris. I was hurt and heartbroken, wandering aimlessly when I accidentally bumped into him. I apologized immediately. When he heard my story, he didn’t just brush it off—he bought me a warm cup of milk tea and told me life was still worth living. We exchanged numbers, and he became my sounding board. Unlike Caleb, Liam always greeted me with a smile, gentle and thoughtful. With his support, I slowly pulled myself out of that dark place. Before long, we were dating, then engaged, then Lily came along. All these years, he and Lily have been my reason to keep going. Just thinking about seeing them soon put a spring in my step. But of course, fate had other plans—I ran into Caleb and Brianna the second I walked into the hotel. They were staying there too. Caleb froze when he saw me. “What are you doing here?” Brianna immediately started stirring the pot. “Caleb, Aubrey must’ve realized she messed up! She followed you here to apologize!” Caleb’s eyes lit up. A small smile tugged at his lips, but his tone stayed arrogant. “Aubrey, weren’t you so tough earlier? What, changed your mind already? Followed us all the way here?” “But since you’re clearly sorry, I might just forgive you—if you apologize first.” Caleb’s narcissism was honestly revolting. I scoffed. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’m just staying here.” Caleb snorted, clearly not buying it. “This is a couples’ resort. You’re staying here alone? Who are you trying to kid?” I was about to answer when the door behind me opened. Liam stepped out, giving me a warm smile. “Hey honey, you’re back.”

“What? Honey? He called you honey?!” Caleb froze, his voice shaking. When he spotted the matching wedding ring on Liam’s finger, his face went ashen. “A wedding ring… Aubrey, you actually got married?!” But just as quickly, Caleb’s cold arrogance returned. He looked Liam up and down with disdain. “You’re Aubrey’s husband? You don’t look like much.” “So what if you’re married? How long have you even been together? Eighteen years of history with Aubrey—you can’t compete with that.” “Aubrey’s always loved me most. She’s just using you to pass the time.” “She left the country because we were fighting. She picked you on a rebound. You’re just the consolation prize.” “Why else would she come back? It’s obviously for me.” “Mark my words—she’ll come back to me eventually.” “I’d leave now if I were you. Save yourself the embarrassment when she dumps you.” I was at a loss for words—Caleb was truly repulsive. Liam looked at him like he was some kind of idiot. Even though he was clearly angry, he stayed calm and collected, the epitome of class. He walked over, wrapped an arm around my shoulders possessively, and smiled politely at Caleb. “Aubrey and you are history. I’m her husband now.” “And you’re just her ex. Nothing to worry about.” Liam delivered the cutting remark in the calmest tone possible. Caleb’s face turned crimson with rage. He raised his hand to hit Liam. “You’re just a placeholder! Aubrey’s always loved me most—who do you think you are?” Just as Caleb’s hand was about to connect with Liam’s face, I stepped in front of my husband and backhanded Caleb hard. “That’s enough, Caleb!” After hitting him, I immediately turned to Liam. “Honey, are you okay? Did he hurt you?” Caleb clutched his stinging cheek, staring at me in shock. When he saw me fussing over Liam instead of him, his eyes filled with tears of self-pity. “Aubrey, you hit me? You actually hit me for him?” “I waited for you all these years, and this is how you repay me? Do you even care what I’ve been through?” “I checked my phone every day, waiting for you to reach out! I couldn’t sleep at night, I missed you so much! And now you’re back, but you’re defending him?” “You promised you’d love me forever! What happened to that?” I rolled my eyes internally. The victim act was getting old. So now he knew what it felt like to be left waiting? All those nights I sat up until dawn, waiting for him to come home—only to find him with Brianna? Caleb misread my silence as doubt. His eyes lit up, and he grabbed my free hand. “Aubrey, I knew it! You’re just stringing him along—you still love me!” “We have years of history together. You can’t just throw that away.” “Here’s the deal: divorce him, and I’ll marry you. I’ll even overlook this… mistake with him.” “After we get married, we can have kids. Remember how much you always wanted children?” Kids? He had the nerve to mention kids? If he hadn’t been so cruel back then, I never would’ve lost our baby. And now he wanted to start a family? Please. Caleb took my silence for agreement. A grin spread across his face, his voice eager. “Aubrey, come back to me. We’ll have a baby, and be a happy little family…” I cut him off sharply before he could finish. “Not interested.” Caleb looked stunned. “Why not?” he pressed. I sneered, emphasizing each word. “Simple. I already have a daughter.” Caleb froze, then shook his head frantically. “No, that’s not possible. You loved me—how could you…” Before he could finish, a little girl came running out of the room and into my arms. “Mommy! Why aren’t you and Daddy coming in? I’ve been waiting forever!”

Caleb’s face went white as a sheet. “This kid… is she…” He seemed to realize, then immediately rejected the thought. “No, that can’t be! She’s not yours!” “Aubrey, this is all some kind of trick, right?” “You told me I was the only man you’d ever marry! How could you do this—marry someone else and have a kid?” Caleb stared at me, begging for denial. But I just stared back coldly. “Caleb, the second you chose Brianna over me, you lost any chance of being my husband.” Brianna, who’d been quiet, suddenly piped up with a fake smile. “Aubrey, your daughter’s already so big. When did you have her? Before you left the country?” It was obviously a lie, but Caleb ate it up. His face turned red with anger. “Aubrey, you two were together this whole time? Had a kid together?” “I knew it! That’s why you left without a word—because of *him*!” “How could you do this to me?” Hearing him insult my family made my blood boil. “This is my husband and daughter. Show some respect.” That only made him angrier. “Am I wrong? He’s just some homewrecker!” I was ready to snap, but Lily beat me to it. She wriggled out of my arms and ran at Caleb, biting his hand and hitting him. “Don’t talk about my daddy like that! He’s not a bad guy!” “I hate you! Go away!” Caleb shoved Lily to the ground, enraged. “You little brat!” He raised his hand to hit her, but I tackled him away and scooped her up. “Don’t you dare touch my daughter! You’ve crossed the line!” Caleb stumbled back, hitting his elbow on the wall hard enough to draw blood. “That’s the second time you’ve attacked me for them!” he snarled. Brianna helped him up, shooting me a dirty look. “Aubrey, your kid started it! Why aren’t you punishing her instead of hitting Caleb?” “Look at him—he’s bleeding! You should be ashamed!” Brianna’s words pushed Caleb over the edge. His eyes went bloodshot as he pointed at us. “You did this on purpose! I’m calling the cops!” He pulled out his phone, hands shaking. The police showed up fast. Caleb immediately waved his injured hand at them, practically hysterical. “Officer, they attacked me on purpose! You have to arrest them!” Caleb sobbed as he twisted the story, claiming our whole family had ganged up on him. A crowd gathered quickly, whispering and staring as they listened to his act. I could feel their judgmental eyes on us. “How could anyone hit a kid like that!” “Pushing a little girl—disgraceful!” “There’s probably more to the story…” Caleb ate up the attention, sneering at me quietly. “You made me do this, Aubrey. But if you apologize and leave him, I’ll tell the cops it was all a misunderstanding…” Manipulating me, even now? I ignored him. Caleb huffed and crossed his arms, clearly enjoying watching me squirm. The officers, having heard his side, turned to me for my version. “Ms. Aubrey, Mr. Caleb claims you assaulted him. Is that accurate?” “No. Because Liam and I are legally married.” I pulled out our marriage certificate and handed it over. Caleb froze when he saw it, then scoffed. “That could be faked! Anyone can photoshop these things now!” But the officer just shook his head. “I’m sorry, sir, but this certificate checks out. They are legally married. Now you need to explain why you pushed their child.”

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Grandma Evelyn always said I was her favorite out of her seven grandchildren. Growing up, she gave me countless shoes, clothes, and books. But Grandma always claimed she couldn’t afford new things, so she’d pick up secondhand items for me instead. Mom and Dad would always say that even if they weren’t brand-new, it was the thought that counted with Grandma, so I always felt pressured to accept them graciously. Later, I graduated from college and landed an offer at a major company. The whole family threw a party to celebrate. At the party, Grandma handed me a laptop—another secondhand gift. In that moment, years of pent-up emotions suddenly hit me. I grabbed the device and smashed it hard on the floor: “Why is it always secondhand?!” My relatives immediately called me ungrateful. Grandma wiped away tears and softly said she wouldn’t come to our house anymore, so she wouldn’t embarrass me. I didn’t say a word. I turned and walked into my room, bringing out all the secondhand items she’d given me over the years, one by one. The room fell completely silent.

As soon as Grandma Evelyn walked in, she pressed a wallet into my hand and handed over a bag of treats, which Mom quickly took from her. Then she pulled another bag from her purse and gave it to me: “Sarah, Grandma got you a tablet. You can use it for work.” I took the bag, frozen for a moment. Mom gently nudged me from the side: “What are you staring at? Hurry and thank Grandma! Everything you’ve had since you were little—didn’t it all come from Grandma? Even if it’s secondhand…” Grandma Evelyn rubbed her hands together, smiling awkwardly and nervously: “Grandma doesn’t have much money, but if Sarah wants something, I want to get it for you.” I took the bag and sat aside, carefully opening the packaging. Sure enough, there was a tablet inside, with obvious signs of wear along the edges. I pressed the power button, and the screen lit up with a yellowish tint. I stared at it for a few seconds, then abruptly stuffed it back into the bag and slammed it down on the coffee table: “Are we so hard up that we can’t even afford new things? Why do I always have to get stuck with secondhand stuff?” The living room went dead silent, everyone freezing in place. Grandma Evelyn jumped to her feet, hands trembling slightly: “Oh honey, don’t you like it? Is it not working right?” I turned my head away, voice tight: “How much did this tablet cost? Please don’t waste your money on stuff like this anymore. Just give me cash, and I’ll buy something new myself.” “What on earth are you saying?!” Mom shot up. “That’s Grandma’s way of showing she cares!” “What good is this secondhand garbage?” I pushed the bag forward. “I need a proper computer for work. Don’t try to palm this off on me.” My relatives started murmuring among themselves. Uncle Mark shook his head: “Kids these days, so unappreciative.” Aunt Susan pursed her lips: “Tell me about it. When we were kids, we’d be thrilled to get a piece of candy. And she’s already starting her career, yet she’s still so clueless.” … Mom grabbed a throw pillow from the couch, ready to hurl it, but Grandma Evelyn quickly held her back. She gently took my hand, her voice very soft: “Sarah, don’t be upset. Grandma didn’t think this through… You’ve grown up now, you have your pride—you deserve new things.” Aunt Lisa chimed in from the side: “Mom, are you still coddling her? My son hasn’t even gotten any hand-me-downs from you!” Grandma Evelyn waved her off: “Alright, alright. Girls should be spoiled… I just didn’t realize Sarah’s got her pride now.” I looked at Aunt Lisa: “Then give this tablet to your son. Just give me the cash instead.” Aunt Lisa sputtered, turning red. She opened her mouth but said nothing. Mom rolled up her sleeves, ready to come at me again, but Grandma Evelyn quickly pulled her toward the kitchen: “Let’s make dinner first. Sarah must be hungry…” “Just wait till your dad gets home—he’ll straighten you out!” Mom turned and shot me a glare. Grandma Evelyn, still walking, murmured: “Grandma’ll make you ribs, your favorite when you were little…” “Don’t bother,” I cut her off. “I haven’t liked those in years.” Grandma Evelyn froze mid-step. She stood there for two seconds, then slowly walked back to the couch and sat down, a forced smile still on her face.

The relatives’ stares felt like daggers. Some shook their heads, others pressed their lips tight. Grandma Evelyn bowed her head slightly, twisting the hem of her shirt, her voice barely audible: “It’s fine, really… She’s just young.” I tuned out their muttering, sitting on the couch and playing with the wallet Grandma had given me. Feeling its weight, I suddenly noticed it was too thin. I opened it to find only a twenty-dollar bill inside. Fury flared up inside me. I stood up and threw the wallet at Grandma Evelyn’s feet: “What’s this supposed to be?” Uncle Mark immediately bent down, picked up the wallet, stood up, and snapped at me: “What’s your problem, Sarah? Is twenty bucks not enough for you?” Grandma Evelyn quickly took the wallet back from him, her trembling hand reaching into her pocket and pulling out three neatly folded twenty-dollar bills. She took out two bills, fingers shaking as she offered them to me: “Sarah, honey… Grandma only has sixty dollars on her. Will forty be okay? I still need bus fare to get home later…” I swatted the money out of her hand: “I don’t want it. You might as well give this to Aunt Lisa’s son.” Aunt Lisa suddenly stormed out of the kitchen: “Sarah, what’s your issue? I just made a comment—do you have to be so petty?” Mom also rushed over: “When did you get such an attitude!” The relatives started in with the judgment again. “So disrespectful!” “All that education and she’s still like this!” Grandma Evelyn, eyes red, slowly bent to pick up the money from the floor. Uncle Mark scoffed from the side: “You’ve coddled her too much. Now she can’t even stand forty lousy dollars!” I let out a bitter laugh: “Yeah, I can’t stand it. If you’ve got money for a wallet, why not add enough to buy something new? Who wants this used junk…” Before I could finish, a hand suddenly grabbed my collar from behind, and then a hard slap landed across my face. I staggered and fell to the floor, a metallic taste spreading in my mouth. Dad had come home at some point and was now standing over me, face crimson with rage. Grandma Evelyn immediately hobbled over with her cane, pushed Dad away, and knelt down trembling to touch my face: “Sarah… Does it hurt? Let Grandma see…” Dad was still shouting: “How could I have raised such an ungrateful kid! Don’t you remember how your grandma took care of you when you were little?” I wiped the corner of my mouth, looking up at him: “Yeah, you’re right about everything. I’m the ungrateful one. At least, that’s how you’ve always seen me.” Dad, livid, started to step forward again, but Grandma Evelyn turned and blocked him: “Okay, okay… Let’s eat first. Sarah must be starving.” The other relatives quickly jumped in to mediate: “She’s still young. Hitting her won’t fix anything…” “Talk to her calmly. Teach her right from wrong…” Grandma Evelyn gently took my hand: “Come on, let’s eat something.” I stayed quiet and pulled my hand away. She didn’t say anything else, just slowly followed behind me. When I sat down, she quietly took the seat next to mine. Grandma Evelyn slowly moved the egg drop soup, which was across the table, in front of me and said softly: “Sarah, you always loved this.” As she spoke, she used her slightly trembling hand to spoon two large servings into my rice bowl. Aunt Lisa chimed in with a sarcastic tone: “Some people have all the luck. Get everything they want and still act picky.” Dad also spoke up in a deep voice: “Alright, your grandma’s being so good to you. Let it go already.” I looked at the soup and suddenly felt my stomach twist. The next second, I stood up abruptly, unable to stop myself from dry-heaving. Then I grabbed the soup and dumped it into the nearby trash can. “I never eat this,” I said coldly. The dinner table erupted instantly. Uncle Mark slammed his hand on the table and stood up: “Sarah! I’ve had enough of your attitude! What has your grandma ever done to you to deserve this?” Grandma Evelyn also stood up, eyes red, lips trembling: “Sarah… Grandma’s dirty. Grandma collected bottles to buy you those secondhand things. It’s Grandma’s fault… I won’t come back anymore, I won’t come… You have to eat well, okay?”

My heart twinged. The words “I’m allergic to eggs” stuck in my throat. Crash! Dad suddenly threw down his fork, grabbed the barely touched bowl of soup, and stalked toward me. Dad grabbed me, then lifted the bowl and tried to force it into my mouth. I struggled frantically, soup splashing everywhere—down my chin and into my collar. Mom, Grandma Evelyn, and several relatives rushed over, pulling Dad away with all their strength. I stumbled to the floor, coughing uncontrollably, the front of my clothes soaked. Voices exploded around me. “What if she chokes?” “This kid is hopeless!” “She’s this way at her age—what’ll she be like when she’s older?” I coughed, tears streaming down my face, barely able to catch my breath. Grandma Evelyn rushed over, eyes red and tearful: “It’s Grandma’s fault… I shouldn’t have bought that tablet today. Shouldn’t have come…” I suddenly pulled my hand away from hers, gasping for air with a bitter smile: “What are you putting on an act for? You intentionally bought that used tablet, didn’t you? And the wallet—you wanted to humiliate me, right?” Aunt Lisa shrieked: “What’s wrong with that tablet? When we were kids, we would’ve been thrilled to have something like that!” Mom pulled Grandma Evelyn behind her, eyes red as she shouted at me: “I know you hate your dad and me, but Grandma practically raised you!” “Look at her leg! She broke it working construction to pay your school fees! What’s wrong with secondhand things? As long as they work, isn’t that enough?” I winced in pain, got to my feet, and brushed off my clothes: “Enough! It’s *your* job to take care of Grandma, not mine! *You* let her leg go untreated! What does that have to do with me? If secondhand stuff is so great, why don’t *you* use it? Go ahead—be my guest!” At that, Dad lunged again. Grandma Evelyn tried to stop him but couldn’t hold him back. He grabbed me and slammed me onto the coffee table. My back hit the edge with a jolt, and the pain made my vision go black. “Fine, fine!” Dad panted. “I’ll show you if this used tablet actually works!” He reached for the bag but knocked something under the coffee table—my journal. It must have fallen out when I was thrown earlier. I tried to grab it, but the pain in my body kept me from moving. Dad picked up the journal, flipped through a few pages casually, and his face instantly went pale. “What did you write in here?” His voice shook. “You said you hated Grandma… And in your diary, you wished she was dead?” Everyone froze, then crowded around to look. Grandma Evelyn stood there stunned, tears silently streaming down her face. Mom snatched the journal, glanced at it, then rushed over and slapped me twice. I tilted my head, wiped the corner of my mouth, and smiled: “Yeah, I want her dead. Why didn’t that old bag break her neck when she fell?” The other relatives started shouting: “Ungrateful little bitch!” “Heartless monster!” Grandma Evelyn wiped her tears with her sleeve, turned, and started toward the door: “I’ll go… I’ll leave right now…” “Mom!” Dad called out, voice shaking with rage. “You’re not the one leaving today.” He suddenly turned to me, eyes blazing. “If anyone’s getting out, it’s this brat!” I lifted my chin: “Fine by me. That’s what I wanted anyway. I got this job to get independent faster, to get out of this family.”

Dad snatched my journal off the coffee table, tore out a blank page furiously, and pulled a pen from his pocket: “Good! Today we’re signing a disownment paper. I’m cutting you off. As far as I’m concerned, I never had a daughter like you!” Grandma Evelyn rushed forward, trying to grab the paper: “You can’t sign that… Please, don’t…” I scoffed, looking at her: “Save the act. I’m leaving today, one way or another.” Mom still wanted to argue, but I’d already quickly signed the paper and tossed it back. Uncle Mark stamped his foot: “You little brat! What a daughter!” “I’ll pack my stuff and get out.” I turned toward my room. Grandma Evelyn stumbled, grabbing my hand, voice trembling: “My sweet girl… We’re family. You can’t do this…” I shook off her hand and looked at her coldly: “Family? I don’t have a family like you. Mom also cried, grabbing me: “You weren’t like this as a kid… Whatever you wanted, Grandma found a way to get it for you. Your dad and I didn’t have money back then, and your grandma did collect recyclables…” “But every time she brought something home, you’d hug it tight and never let go. You even called your friends to show off that Grandma bought you a new fairy tale book…” “Karen, don’t waste your breath,” Aunt Lisa scoffed from the side. “Look at her. Does she look like she’s listening?” Dad turned his face away, eyes red too. I noticed a relative filming with their phone, muttering: “Disrespectful, ungrateful. Let her company see this. How could someone like this get hired there?” I frowned, then smiled instead: “Go ahead, film all you want. Today I’ll show everyone exactly what kind of person Grandma really is!” I straightened my clothes and walked into my room, then dragged out box after box of stuff. Old clothes, old books, old toys—piled up on the floor. Everyone fell silent, stunned. Grandma Evelyn’s face went pale, voice trembling: “Sarah… What are you doing? These are all the things I gave you when you were little… Didn’t you say you’d keep them forever?” I kicked the pile: “Why would I keep this garbage?” “Wait a minute…” Aunt Lisa suddenly knelt down and picked up a faded child’s jacket. “This jacket…” Other relatives crowded around too, picking up items and examining them closely: “This doesn’t make sense…” “These things look like they’re…” Grandma Evelyn frantically tried to pull me away: “Sarah, stop making a scene…” Mom and Dad also frowned, staring at the pile of stuff on the floor. I pulled the used tablet out from under the coffee table. “Grandma,” I said, looking at her pale face, enunciating each word clearly. “You’ve hidden this for all these years, thinking I’d never find out, didn’t you? I was too young to realize before, but now I see right through you.” “So what if it’s a little old?” Dad was still arguing. “If you don’t want to be here, just leave. Stop with the drama!” I didn’t say anything. I just turned the tablet screen toward everyone. In that instant, the room went deathly quiet. Mom’s scolding expression froze on her face. Dad’s mouth hung open, no sound coming out. He just looked up suddenly, his gaze extremely complicated as he looked from Grandma to me, my face set. Everyone crowded around, and when they clearly saw the used tablet in my hand, everyone gasped.

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