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Maxwell Brown’s company went bankrupt, and unfortunately, he lost his memory in a car accident. For five whole years, I was the only one who took care of him wholeheartedly. The first thing he did after regaining his memory was to ask me to prepare a venue—he wanted to propose to his fiancée, Natalie Locke. I thought this was just an act he was putting on to comfort his depressed fiancée. Until I arrived at the venue early and overheard his conversation with his brother. “Actually, Natalie doesn’t have depression; she lied to you. And when she found out about your accident, she ran far away. Only Hazel Foster was willing to take care of you. So, do you really want to propose to Natalie?” Maxwell’s words had a hidden meaning: “Of course I know. Precisely because Natalie lied to me, she’ll have to face me cautiously from now on.” “That’s much more comfortable than not being able to hold my head up in front of Hazel out of gratitude.” “Hazel has already helped me secure funding; she has no other use now. Once my company goes public, I’ll tell her the truth.” I neither cried nor made a scene. I quietly called the arranged marriage candidate who had pursued me for five years and even helped me prepare the proposal venue. “The venue is ready, but the person isn’t coming. Who am I supposed to accept a proposal from?” 1 Maxwell’s engagement ceremony was about to begin. He had invited all his family, friends, and brothers, but my name wasn’t on the guest list. The banquet was lively, with his brothers congratulating him one after another. Just then, I walked into the hall. In an instant, the atmosphere turned ice-cold, and everyone’s face showed embarrassment. Maxwell walked up to me, frowning, and said, “Didn’t I tell you not to come?” At that moment, his little fiancée Natalie was nestled in his arms, shrinking back in fear. Natalie’s fingers trembled as she looked at me with terror, then said in her fragile voice, “Hazel, are you here to give us your blessing?” Blessing? I couldn’t help but laugh coldly and asked, “Blessing? Do you think I would bless you two?” Hearing this, Natalie’s face turned deathly pale. Seeing my hostile tone, Maxwell immediately stood protectively in front of Natalie and said, “Hazel, let’s talk properly, don’t be so masculine energy feminine energy with that attitude!” Then, he lowered his voice to a volume only the two of us could hear: “I never realized how petty you were before. Did you have to come and ruin things today? I already told you, Natalie has depression, and this is just a fake proposal!” Maxwell now looked like a righteous knight protecting his damsel, and those uninformed guests thought I was the third party trying to destroy their relationship. Some guests couldn’t help but shout at me: “Miss, are you new to Manchester? Everyone in Manchester knows that the young Mr. Brown and Miss Locke are childhood sweethearts with an engagement since they were young. How dare you, a homewrecker, come so brazenly to crash their engagement?” “Exactly, homewreckers are so bold these days.” “The absolute shamelessness of this woman! Why hasn’t anyone thrown her out yet!” Everyone started attacking me fiercely, one after another. Natalie seized her moment to put on a dramatic performance. Her eyes reddened with tears welling up, looking pitiful as she said, “Hazel, I know you’ve done Maxwell a great favor, but Maxwell and I have been engaged for so many years—surely there’s something to be said for who came first? All these years, I couldn’t be by Maxwell’s side during his most difficult times, and I’ve felt so guilty that I developed depression. Look.” She lifted her dress to reveal dense scars on her wrist. “These are the punishments I gave myself. So Hazel, please don’t take him away from me, okay? He’s all I have in my life. Without him, I really can’t go on living.” What a masterful play of emotional blackmail! When I was still in the dark, I had felt sympathy too. One evening a week ago, Maxwell came to me and asked me to prepare a proposal venue. He said, “Hazel, Natalie has developed severe depression because of me. Her parents even got on their knees and begged me to fulfill Natalie’s wish to marry me. I’m just putting on a show, so don’t come that day.” I nodded, showing understanding. After all, Natalie was Maxwell’s legitimate fiancée. If Maxwell hadn’t had his accident years ago, they might have been married already. Now Maxwell was doing this to save someone’s life; he had no other choice. So I helped him contact Aman Hotel and booked the most luxurious banquet hall for a grand proposal ceremony for Natalie. I thought I was just helping to make up for Natalie’s regrets, and afterward, they could part ways amicably. Unexpectedly, on the day of the proposal, the venue manager said the person who booked the venue needed to sign some documents in person. Afraid of delaying Maxwell’s plans, I rushed to the hotel early in the morning. After signing the documents, I wanted to open the door to the banquet hall to see the proposal venue I had planned myself. After all, the man I loved was about to propose to another woman, even if it was fake, and I couldn’t help feeling a bit uncomfortable. As I gently pushed open the door, I discovered Maxwell inside. What I heard next shattered my illusions completely. I overheard his conversation with his brother, and that’s when I learned the whole truth. All these years, I had just been deluding myself. Thinking of this, I sneered at Natalie and Maxwell, saying, “Excuse me, who told you that today is Maxwell and Natalie’s proposal ceremony?”

“Hazel, are you not going to stop until you drive Natalie to her death?” “She’s already harming herself. Can’t you just grant her this wish? Do you have to push her to the edge?” Maxwell’s brothers couldn’t stand by any longer and stood up one by one to shield Natalie. “Yeah, Hazel, isn’t today Maxwell and Natalie’s engagement ceremony, not yours?” “Hazel, you may be wealthy, but Maxwell doesn’t love you. Just give it up already. Even if you make a scene here, Maxwell won’t propose to you.” As I listened to their back-and-forth remarks and watched their righteous indignation, a wave of bitterness welled up inside me. After all, the man I had so deeply loved for all these years hadn’t uttered a single word in my defense. Five years ago, when the Brown family was at its peak, they fell victim to a carefully planned car accident orchestrated by their enemies. Maxwell’s parents died in that accident, and Maxwell himself was severely injured, remaining comatose after the head trauma. Almost overnight, various influential families scrambled to divide up the Brown family’s assets. I pulled every string I could to save just one small company under the Brown family name for him. During his recovery, I stayed by his side constantly, paid all his medical bills, and settled many of his debts until he finally regained consciousness. He had forgotten everyone, including the fact that he had a fiancée—one who had abandoned him as soon as disaster struck. Only I remained loyal, staying by his side without asking for anything in return. Maxwell cried and told me that even though he had lost everything, he would treat me well for the rest of his life. I held his hand tightly and comforted him: “I’ll do everything in my power to help you rise again.” I kept my promise. I handed over the small company to him, helped him secure a round of financing, and accompanied him step by step as he reestablished his position in Manchester’s high society. But he callously broke his vow. He betrayed me without even offering an explanation. As I looked at this man before me, his silence became the final straw that broke me. “Natalie, I rented this venue, so how did it become your engagement ceremony? This is obviously my engagement ceremony.” Natalie clearly hadn’t expected me to publicly embarrass her, and her expression turned extremely unpleasant. “Hazel, no matter how much you pressure Maxwell, he’ll only follow his heart! Just let him go!” “Hazel, don’t think that having some money means you can force Maxwell to propose to you!” I let out a cold laugh and retorted, “Who are you to say such things? When he needed money, which one of you helped him? Was it you, or you?” I pointed at those present, who all awkwardly averted their gaze. They stubbornly continued, “You’ve been waiting for this day, haven’t you? You deliberately gave him money just to emotionally blackmail Maxwell into marrying you!” “Enough! Hazel, stop making a scene,” Maxwell interrupted with fury written all over his face. “I’m grateful for your help these past years, and I’ll pay back every penny you lent me. But today is my engagement party with Natalie. Can’t you show some compassion? She’s suffering from severe depression, and you choose today to cause trouble? I would never marry someone as heartless as you!” Everyone applauded. “Well said, Maxwell has backbone!” “Exactly! She came here to force Maxwell to marry her, and now she’s been put in her place!” Looking at Maxwell’s expression, I felt too disgusted to speak. Natalie’s lips curled into a subtle smile. She pretended to be considerate and said, “Oh, everyone, please stop arguing. Since Hazel is already here, let’s arrange a seat for her so she can witness the love between Maxwell and me.” She reached out to take my hand, but I immediately shook her off. She put on a theatrical display of fragility, crying out “Ah!” as she fell to the ground, looking utterly pitiful. I looked down at her, my eyes burning with contempt. “You’re right, someone is going to propose to me today, but it’s not this ungrateful Maxwell. Please clean this place up quickly and get out. My fiancé is already on his way, and I don’t want him to see trash like you.”

“Who the hell are you calling garbage?!” Maxwell’s brother jumped to his feet, glaring at me viciously. “Hazel, you’re going too far!” “Hazel, I only respected you because you seemed to treat Maxwell well. Do you think you’re so important that all of Manchester has to listen to you?! Don’t forget the Stone family ranks above your Foster family. You know Vincent, right? He’s my distant cousin. Want me to call him to put you in your place?” I laughed scornfully. “Really? I couldn’t care less about Vincent Stone. He probably wouldn’t even want to acknowledge a little punk like you.” “You—!” Maxwell cut him off. Then, looking somewhat exhausted, he unbuttoned his collar and rubbed his forehead. “Hazel, stop making trouble. What’s the point of making up this fiancé nonsense?” “Exactly, Ms. Foster. Everyone knows you’re head over heels for Maxwell. Who are you trying to fool with this angry talk?” Just then, my phone rang. I answered, and a man’s soft chuckle came through. “Honestly, I was quite flattered when you suddenly agreed. Though I know you don’t love me, I’m quite happy to be used as your weapon. How are things going over there? Need any help?” I said with complete indifference, “I’m not done here yet. I’ll have security kick them out in a minute. You just focus on driving safely.” After hanging up, Maxwell demanded, “Who were you talking to?” His expression was impatient, yet somehow anxious. I raised an eyebrow and mocked, “My fiancé, of course. Today is the day he proposed to me, and he rented this venue. You’re all trespassing, and security will be here soon to escort you out.” Natalie tried to reason with me. “Hazel, there’s no need for such spiteful words. I won’t force you to congratulate us. But today is Maxwell’s and my special day. Look what you’ve done.” The guests turned toward us, giving me disapproving looks. “The nerve of this homewrecker. It’s outrageous.” “Using her power to force others to stop a proposal ceremony. Why should we listen to you and just leave?” “Exactly! We only listen to today’s couple! Let’s ignore this crazy woman and help throw her out!” Soon, several burly men stood up and approached me. I knew self-defense and wasn’t easy to intimidate. I quickly took down two of them. But more and more people surrounded me, and I couldn’t handle them all alone. Then I caught Maxwell looking at me with pity. “Stop resisting, Hazel. Leave quietly, and I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you.” Furious, I shouted, “Maxwell, you bastard! Go to hell!” Maxwell’s friends yelled, “If you won’t take the easy way out, we’ll beat some sense into you!” Just as fists were about to land on me and I closed my eyes in desperation, the door suddenly burst open. Immediately, security guards flooded in. “Nobody move!” A commanding shout stopped everyone in their tracks. “I’m the manager of this hotel. Who dares cause trouble here?!”

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My housekeeper never seems to understand what I say. When I mentioned wanting fish, she immediately bought ten fish. When I said the house was messy, she threw away all our unused items in one go. I was beside myself with anger and planned to fire her, but my boyfriend stepped in saying, “She’s just not very bright, why are you getting so upset with her…” Later when I had a fever and asked her to buy fever medication, she returned with blood pressure pills instead. That’s how she killed me. Only after my death did I discover that the housekeeper was actually my boyfriend’s mother. They had been conspiring all along to steal my assets. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I told the housekeeper I wanted fish. 1 “Zoe Stone, here are the fish you insisted on having.” “Ten of them! That should be more than enough for you!” A sharp, impatient voice rang in my ears. I snapped back to reality to see my housekeeper Fiona walking through the door with a basket full of fish. From the moment she entered, Fiona Turner’s eyes carried obvious disapproval. “Zoe, you do nothing all day, don’t go out to earn money, and just make one demand after another. If you ask me, you should focus more on your boyfriend. He’s exhausted from work every day!” “I’m telling you this for your own good, so don’t brush it off. In ancient times, women lived to serve men. Someone like you would have been drowned in a pig cage, an ancient punishment for women!” After scolding me and getting no response, Fiona reluctantly walked into the kitchen. I stared at Fiona’s back as she cooked the fish, finally comprehending what had happened. I had actually been reborn. In my previous life, on this very day, I told my housekeeper Fiona I wanted fish. She bought ten fish at once and prepared a table full of fish dishes. But as it turned out, she had bought stale, dead fish, which gave me diarrhea and acute gastroenteritis after eating. Afterward, she shifted the blame to me, claiming my stomach was too delicate. Once, seeing the house in disarray, I asked her to tidy up. She immediately threw away all the unused items in the house and accused me of making trouble for no reason. I was beside myself with anger and wanted to fire her, but my boyfriend Jones Turner defended her: “She’s just not very smart, why are you making such a big deal about it!” “Stop acting like a princess. It’s so pretentious to put on airs with your elders!” For my boyfriend’s sake, I had to let it go. Later one night, I developed a high fever and asked Fiona to buy me fever medication. Instead, she brought back blood pressure pills, which ultimately led to my death. In my final moment, I saw Fiona and Jones celebrating wildly. “Mom, she’s finally dead! Now all the money and the company belong to us!” As it turned out, my housekeeper was actually my boyfriend’s mother. These two had been plotting to take my assets from the beginning. Thankfully, fate was kind to me, and I was reborn to the day Fiona bought the stale fish.

2 The scene of my tragic death in my previous life still vividly floated before my eyes. It took me quite a while to finally suppress the hatred in my heart. Looking at Fiona bustling in the kitchen, I smiled coldly and took out my phone to text Jones, asking him to come home early for dinner. This time, those rotten fish would end up in Jones’s stomach. Just as Fiona placed the last dish on the table, Jones arrived home. Seeing him enter, Fiona froze for a moment and asked, “Jones, why are you home early?” Jones glanced at her and replied flatly, “Hmm, Zoe asked me to come home for fish.” Then, he sat down beside me, took my hand, and gazed at me lovingly, saying, “My darling Zoe is so thoughtful, knowing I love fish and specially calling me home.” I smiled and discreetly withdrew my hand. Usually, Jones rarely ate at home due to business engagements. This time, I deliberately called him back. While Jones was still being affectionate with me, he had no idea that Fiona was already growing restless. As we prepared to eat, Fiona kept trying to find excuses to speak with Jones alone, but I interrupted her each time. I knew perfectly well that this table full of rotten fish was specially prepared by Fiona for me, and she certainly didn’t want her precious son eating such unclean food. But I was determined to make Jones finish all the fish. I deliberately served Jones a large piece of fish and said sweetly, “Baby works so hard to support our family. Since you love fish, have some more!” Jones beamed with a silly smile and stuffed the fish from his plate into his mouth in large bites. Seeing this, Fiona immediately raised her hand to stop him, shouting, “Don’t eat it!” I understood what was happening, but still pretended to be startled and asked, “Aunt Turner, what are you doing?” Jones was also startled, looking at Fiona in confusion. Fiona opened her mouth to explain, but seeing me staring directly at her, she couldn’t utter a word. Finding it amusing, I deliberately said, “Aunt Turner, is this fish inedible? Then why did you buy it?” She obviously became flustered, her fingers nervously picking at her apron as she stammered an excuse, “How… how could that be! These are all carefully selected good fish. I was just worried that Jones was eating too fast and might choke on a bone.” After saying this, she seemed to make a big decision, using her fork to put a piece of fish in her mouth, chewed it, and said, “Delicious, this fish is so fresh!” After that, Jones began to eat heartily, mumbling about how good it was, while I kept serving him more. On the surface, I was attentive, saying, “Fish is good for your health, eat more!” In reality, I was relishing every moment of it. Noticing I hadn’t eaten a bite, Fiona tried to persuade me: “Zoe, you specifically asked me to buy fish, why aren’t you eating? Do you think my cooking isn’t good?” She was playing her usual troublemaking game. This time, instead of arguing with her as usual, I put on a hurt expression and said, “Aunt Turner, how can you twist my words in front of Jones? I’m just having a bit of stomach discomfort. If others heard what you said, they might think I’m bullying you! Besides, I asked you to buy fish precisely because Jones loves it!” As I spoke, I covered my stomach with my hand, my eyes reddening as I looked toward Jones. Jones glanced at Fiona, frowning as he said to her, “Aunt Turner, I hired you to take good care of Zoe, not to bully her.” At this, Fiona stood there dumbfounded, her face flushed red with embarrassment, not knowing what to do. I tactfully displayed generosity and spoke up to ease the tension. Finally, watching Jones finish all the rotten fish on the table, I felt completely satisfied. Shortly after going to bed that night, Jones began to have stomach pains and rushed to the bathroom. Unfortunately, I had deliberately blocked the bathroom door earlier.

3 Jones paced anxiously around the living room. Unable to hold it any longer, he shouted at my bedroom: “Zoe, Zoe, the bathroom door is broken! I can’t open it! Call property management right away!” I pretended to be asleep, ignoring his calls. Fiona, however, woke up from the noise and joined Jones in his panic as they stared helplessly at each other. A few minutes later, I heard a “thud” followed by Fiona’s shocked exclamation: “Son, did you just soil yourself?!” I hid under my blanket, silently laughing as they embarrassed themselves. Only after Jones was completely exhausted from his ordeal did I finally open my door, pretending to have just woken up with drowsy eyes. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Jones lying on the floor, clutching his stomach. He reeked of a foul smell, his face as white as a sheet, wincing in pain with his eyes starting to lose focus. Fiona wailed beside him: “Jones, you can’t be like this! Wake up!” I quickly put on an act of concern: “Jones, what happened to you? I’ll call an ambulance right away.” By the time we reached the hospital, Jones had already passed out. Upon examination, the doctor said he had food poisoning that triggered acute gastroenteritis, nearly threatening his life. After being discharged, Jones constantly gave Fiona the cold shoulder, occasionally berating her: “I don’t know what you’re good for. You’re absolutely useless!” Fiona could only apologize submissively. Just when things had barely settled down, Fiona started causing trouble again. She made an excuse about being busy and asked me to deliver nutritious soup to Jones at his company. I agreed readily and left with the soup container. Just as I stepped out of the elevator, I noticed several movers heading upstairs. About five minutes later, my phone buzzed with a notification. I checked my home security camera and sure enough, those movers who had passed me were now in my apartment. And Fiona was busily directing them to remove my personal belongings. I smirked coldly, tossed the bag containing the thermos of soup into a garbage bin, and sat in the community park, watching the security feed. In this life, before I’d even done anything, Fiona was already rushing to sell off my possessions. Fortunately, I had installed security cameras in advance. She would pay for this later. Fiona bustled about, emptying my home of all the high-end items I rarely used, finally counting a thick wad of cash with satisfaction. Even after taking advantage of me, she couldn’t resist insulting me: “You little bitch! It’s all your fault that there’s a rift between me and my son. Consider these items as compensation! Once you enter the Turner family, you’ll have to obey me!” Fiona sat on the sofa counting money, grinning from ear to ear, proud as a peacock. She even called Jones. As soon as he answered, she eagerly sought praise: “Son, those rotten fish I made last time were meant for that little bitch. I knew she would call you home. It’s all my fault. I’ll buy you that high-end gaming console you love so much. I swindled quite a bit of money from that little bitch today!” Fiona had put the call on speaker, so I could hear Jones’s voice clearly. At the mention of a gaming console, Jones’s tone immediately softened: “Mom, you’re always the best to me! Once we deal with Zoe, I’ll find you a daughter-in-law who’s both obedient and can take care of you! The company is about to select a new executive position, so we need to move quickly these days!” Hearing the man I once deeply loved plotting against me, despite being mentally prepared, my heart still ached. Having lost both parents at a young age, I was emotionally vulnerable. It was Jones who stayed by my side with tender care, helping me through that dark period. By our third Christmas as an official couple, we were engaged. Over these Christmases, I had helped him climb the corporate ladder. I thought we truly loved each other, but it turned out that all he ever cared about was the massive inheritance I possessed. We were originally scheduled to officially marry this coming May, but now, I’m truly grateful to have seen through this scumbag’s true colors. I downloaded and saved the security footage, then made a call: “Lawyer Hunter, investigate these two thoroughly. Leave no stone unturned!” In this life, neither Fiona nor Jones would escape. 4 Only after completing these tasks did I feel somewhat at ease. Then I recalled Jones mentioning he would make his move soon, so I remained vigilant. When I got home, I casually asked about those unused items, and Fiona put on an act with her explanations. I didn’t expose her lie but played along, pretending to believe her. That evening, Jones returned from his business dinner, completely forgetting how he had despised me earlier that day, and resumed his performance as the devoted boyfriend. Even while planning to kill me, he still wanted to be intimate. When drunk Jones saw my resistance, he immediately scowled and demanded, “Zoe, what’s your problem? Do you have someone else?” Hearing his twisted accusations, I was so angry I wanted to slap him right there. But for the sake of my plan, I had to endure and humor him. Fighting my disgust, I took his arm and said, “What are you thinking? I’m on my period! Besides, you promised not to touch me before marriage.” Jones stared at me suspiciously for a while before saying, “Oh, I’m just afraid someone might steal my precious Zoe, so I want to be with you sooner. How could I live without you!” I secretly mocked him—this hypocrite was simply afraid his “gold mine” would fly away! I couldn’t be bothered with him anymore and made an excuse to sleep in the guest room. In the middle of the night, half-asleep, I sensed someone entering my bedroom. Shortly after, I woke up freezing. Looking around, I realized the air conditioner had been set to cooling at 59°F despite the autumn chill. It suddenly hit me—I had experienced this in my previous life! The next day I had developed a high fever, and it was during that illness that Fiona had switched my medication, ultimately killing me. Now facing the same scenario, I knew Fiona was behind this. The home’s air conditioning could be controlled via smartphone, which made her bold enough to act without leaving evidence—no one would suspect it was deliberate. Realizing this, I quietly went to the master bedroom and convinced the still-drunk Jones to sleep in the guest room instead. Since they showed no mercy, I wouldn’t feel guilty about what came next! Early the next morning, Fiona approached me with fake concern: “Zoe, did you sleep well last night?” Playing along, I pretended to have a headache and said, “It was a bit cold last night. I think I have a fever.” I secretly observed Fiona’s expression, and sure enough, she couldn’t hide her satisfaction. Glancing at Jones, who was still sleeping, I continued, “Aunt Turner, could you buy me some cold medicine?” Hearing this, Fiona immediately went out to purchase the medicine. When she returned, she enthusiastically handed me an already-opened bottle of pills, saying, “Zoe, take these quickly. Your health comes first! I’ll go make some soup for Jones.” As soon as Fiona entered the kitchen, Jones stumbled out of the bedroom, mumbling, “I heard Aunt Turner bought fever medicine. Give me some—I caught a cold and have a fever too!” I smiled as I handed him the pills, thoughtfully pouring him a glass of water and watching as he swallowed them. By the time Fiona emerged with her nourishing soup an hour and a half later, Jones was sitting at the dining table, gulping down water and complaining, “What kind of medicine did you buy? I feel dizzy and nauseous after taking it.” Hearing this, Fiona’s pupils dilated in shock, and she nearly dropped her jaw as she asked, “You took those pills? Who told you to take them? You shouldn’t have taken that medicine!” As soon as Fiona finished speaking, I looked at her with interest and said, “Isn’t it just fever medicine? Why shouldn’t he take it?” Fiona instinctively snapped back, “What do you know? This isn’t fever medicine at all…” The next second, Jones collapsed straight to the floor—his heart stopped, and white foam spilled from his mouth!

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On our wedding anniversary, my husband couldn’t accompany me due to a business trip, so he had his secretary deliver a car to me. Over the phone, my husband said apologetically, “Honey, I’m really sorry I can’t be with you for our anniversary. Please don’t be angry, okay? I’ve sent you a car, and there’s a heartfelt message for you in the dash cam. You’ll definitely be moved to tears when you see it.” However, what I found in the dash cam was footage of naked bodies passionately entangled, along with used condoms thrown on the back seat. I gripped my phone tightly and coldly uttered a single word: “Fine.” I wasn’t angry. Because I knew perfectly well that he was about to “die” by my hand! 1 Besides the condom tossed on the car seat, there were torn stockings piled in the corner of the back seat. Suppressing the wave of nausea rising in my throat, I closed the car door and handed the keys back to Caleb’s secretary. As I turned away, I noticed an identical car—same model and color—parked in a nearby spot. When she saw me staring at that car, the secretary visibly became uncomfortable. After my persistent questioning, she reluctantly revealed the truth. It turned out Caleb Moore had given the same car model to both me and his mistress for convenience. He had left in a hurry and grabbed the wrong keys, which led to the secretary delivering the wrong car. I felt like the biggest fool who ever lived. The woman intimately entangled with Caleb in the dash cam footage was Bella Scott, a poor student I had been sponsoring. Five years ago, I met Bella during a countryside trip for inspiration. She had just finished her middle school exams, and her parents were forcing her to drop out of school to marry a crippled man from the village for the bride price. Desperate to continue her education, Bella knelt before me, begging for my sponsorship. As an orphan who had struggled to attend university myself, I wanted to provide the shelter I never had. Without hesitation, I agreed to sponsor her, and I continued to do so for five full years. Never did I imagine I was nurturing a wolf in sheep’s clothing who would spend my money and sleep with my husband. What I found most unacceptable was that Caleb had even bought her a house in our neighborhood. At the same time, I finally understood… Why Caleb, who had never enjoyed running before, suddenly fell in love with night jogging a year ago, going out every evening. It was all just an excuse to meet with Bella. Several times I offered to join him, but he always found reasons to refuse. Apparently, his so-called “jogging” was actually happening in Bella’s bed. Later, Caleb seemed unsatisfied with just those two hours of “night jogging” and frequently used business trips as an excuse to stay away from home every few days. Even when he was home, his phone never left his hand. I couldn’t even remember the last time Caleb had shared a meal with me. Last month on my birthday, Caleb was unusually at home with me. But halfway through dinner, he suddenly claimed there was an emergency at work and rushed out, leaving me behind. Faced with his coldness, I foolishly comforted myself, thinking it might be the seven-year itch that would pass with time. Now I understood it wasn’t any seven-year itch—he had simply fallen out of love with me long ago. These realizations pierced my heart like countless steel needles, each one twisting deeper with every breath I took. I found Bella in my WhatsApp contacts and opened her Facebook page. Looking at it now, I realized her Facebook was filled with traces of Caleb. On her birthday, the man holding her hand while cutting the cake was Caleb; in the rain, the man holding an umbrella for her while his own shoulder got wet was also Caleb… I had never paid close attention to these details before, but now they became sharp thorns with nowhere to hide from. Caleb returned the next day. To make up for missing our wedding anniversary, he pulled out a necklace from behind his back and said, “Honey, don’t be angry anymore. I bought this for you during my business trip. I fell in love with it at first sight, just like when I fell for you!” Seeing that necklace, any remaining hope I had for him completely vanished. The necklace was a free gift that came with a luxury brand handbag—the same handbag I had just seen on Bella’s Facebook yesterday. It was from her post a month ago with the caption: “I mentioned it once, and someone specially flew to get it for me. Someone who loves you will remember every word you say.” I looked at him coldly, my eyes showing no emotion, and handed him the divorce agreement I had prepared the night before, saying: “Sign it.”

2 Caleb stared at the divorce agreement for a moment, but quickly regained his composure, as if he had anticipated this all along. He didn’t take the divorce papers seriously at all. Without even looking at them, he simply tore them up. “Violet Hughes, you’d better think this through. Without me, you have nothing. If you maintain the status quo, at least you’re still Mrs. Moore.” “I know this is hard for you to accept, but after so many years together, we’ve lost that spark. It’s entirely my fault, not Bella’s. She’s just a student. If you want to vent your anger, direct it at me, not her.” Caleb was right. Once I left him, I would truly have nothing. I was an orphan; my parents died when I was very young. In school, I was often bullied by classmates, and it was Caleb who stood up for me and protected me. Back then, Caleb was like a beam of light in the darkness, giving me a home and warmth. Throughout our marriage, I had been trying so hard, perhaps hoping to become better, to be worthy of his kindness. “Caleb, what exactly do you want?” I almost shouted, my voice cracking with emotion. “Violet, stop this nonsense! We’ll talk when you’ve calmed down!” Caleb snapped impatiently. As Caleb tried to leave, he roughly pushed me aside, causing my back to slam hard against the table. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen, followed by a warm flow between my legs. That warm, sticky sensation made my heart clench with terror. A dreadful premonition washed over me, and I instinctively looked down at myself. “Violet, you’re… you’re bleeding!” Caleb’s voice was filled with panic, his eyes wide open, staring at my lower body. But he quickly came to his senses and, without hesitation, scooped me up and rushed to the hospital. The doctor said I had miscarried due to extreme emotional distress combined with the physical impact. The child I had struggled so hard to conceive was gone just like that. My tears finally broke free, streaming down my face uncontrollably. In that moment, my world seemed to collapse into a deafening silence. Caleb and I had been married for seven years without conceiving a child. To have a child of our own, we decided to try IVF. For over a year, I had forced myself to endure excruciating pain, giving myself ovulation injections every day. Back then, when Caleb saw the countless needle marks on my stomach, he would hold me and cry like a child. He was heartbroken for me, throwing away the injection needles and refusing to let me continue. Caleb had said very seriously: “We’re not trying for a baby anymore. I can’t bear to see you suffer like this. Having you is enough for me! I’ll handle things with my parents.” But now everything had changed. Even though Caleb sat by my hospital bed, his heart was elsewhere. He was busy texting Bella. As soon as I opened my eyes, I could clearly see his phone screen. “Baby, be good, don’t make a fuss. Something came up here, and I can’t come back tonight,” he wrote with obvious impatience. “No way, I want you to come back now. I’ve prepared a surprise for you. If you come back within ten minutes, baby will let you do whatever you want. Hurry! This offer won’t last~” came Bella’s flirtatious reply. Bella had also sent a photo of herself in black stockings. Caleb’s eyes were practically glued to the photo, the hungry desire in his eyes making my stomach turn with disgust. Seeing that I seemed somewhat stable, he made up a flimsy excuse and hurriedly left. After that day, Caleb never came back to the hospital. Whether it was true or not, we both knew the reality. A week later, when I had recovered enough, I checked myself out of the hospital. On the way home from the hospital, the taxi driver was scrolling through short videos while waiting at a red light. The driver suddenly muttered, “How could this college girl do this! So young, yet becoming a home-wrecker for money.” I glanced over at the sound, and in the video, a group of middle-aged women had stormed into a university to beat up a woman who had been sleeping with someone’s husband. To my shock, the home-wrecker in the video was Bella. Even more surprising was that the woman leading the attack was my mother-in-law, Caleb’s mother!

3 This time, my mother-in-law brought two of her friends to cause trouble at Bella’s school. One pulled Bella’s hair, another yanked at her clothes, while the third slapped her face… The situation escalated until the school had no choice but to call the police. In the end, all four women were taken to the police station. The driver dropped me off at our residential complex. As I got out of the car, my mind was preoccupied with wondering why Caleb’s mother would suddenly go to Bella’s school to assault her. I didn’t notice Caleb approaching from the opposite direction. He walked up to me and delivered a vicious slap across my face. “Violet, you’re so cruel!” he spat. I held my stinging cheek, staring in disbelief at the man before me. Caleb actually hit me? My face burned with pain, but my heart felt like it had plunged into an icy abyss. “I told you to take your anger out on me! Why are you targeting Bella? She’s just a student!” he shouted. Caleb glared at me venomously, his words coming through gritted teeth. “You’re such a manipulative woman. Using others to do your dirty work! Our divorce is between us—why drag my mother into this? Why make her help you get revenge by encouraging her to cause a scene at Bella’s school?” So that’s it—he thought I was the one who told his mother. I let out a cold laugh and said deliberately, emphasizing each word: “Caleb, whether you believe it or not, I never told your mother about what’s happening between us! And I certainly didn’t ask her to harass Bella at school!” “Violet, you dare to deny it? I’m warning you—if anything happens to the baby Bella is carrying, you won’t leave the hospital alive.” Seeing that I remained silent, Caleb assumed I felt guilty and continued, “Violet, you’ve disappointed me completely. Just because you can’t have children yourself, you want to destroy Bella’s baby. I must have been blind to marry such a vicious woman!” The man standing before me felt utterly foreign. The way he raged at me for the sake of his mistress disgusted me to my core. The one who had been blind was me, not him. I was about to take out the newly printed divorce agreement when my mother-in-law’s furious voice suddenly came from behind me. “Caleb!!” “Mom, why are you here?” Caleb had barely reached his mother when— SLAP! She struck him hard across the face. “You ungrateful son!” She pointed at Caleb’s nose, trembling with rage. “Tell me honestly, what’s your relationship with Bella? And why did you bail her out of the police station?” Caleb hadn’t expected his mother to be so angry. “Mom! I’m your own son! Why aren’t you on my side? You’d rather listen to Violet and cause trouble at Bella’s school instead of helping me? Did you even think about how Bella will continue studying there after what you’ve done? If I hadn’t found a lawyer to get you released, you’d still be locked up at the police station!” I didn’t want to watch this mother-son argument anymore and turned to leave, but Caleb grabbed my arm. “Violet, don’t go! Tell Mom this is all a misunderstanding!” My lips curled into a mocking smile. “Caleb, you got Bella pregnant and you still have the nerve to call it a misunderstanding?” As soon as I said this, my mother-in-law’s eyes widened in shock. “What?! Violet, what did you just say?” Caleb clearly hadn’t expected me to reveal this in public and visibly panicked. My mother-in-law pressed on: “Caleb, is what Violet saying true? Is Bella really pregnant with your child?” Caleb couldn’t look his mother in the eye as he answered, “Yes.” Upon hearing this, my mother-in-law immediately slapped him again. She was about to strike him once more when she suddenly lost her balance and began to fall backward. Caleb reacted quickly, catching her in his arms. In his embrace, my mother-in-law broke down sobbing: “What sins has our Moore family committed to deserve this? Caleb, don’t you know that vixen Bella was your father’s mistress?!”

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My sister Brianna Jones accidentally stumbled into Mr. Frost’s room while drunk and now she’s pregnant, so she’s asking for the family’s opinion. I feel something’s fishy about this whole situation. Not only is there a massive social gap between our family and the Frosts, but how could Mr. Frost’s room have no security measures, allowing anyone to wander in freely? After hearing my reasoning, my sister agreed it made sense and decided to simply terminate the pregnancy and start fresh. But just after she was discharged from the hospital following her abortion, news of Mr. Frost’s high-profile marriage to a pregnant Cinderella quickly topped the trending charts. Brianna became consumed with jealousy, practically losing her mind. Right in front of our parents’ faces, she lunged at me with a knife, stabbing me viciously until I died. “It’s all your fault for opening your big mouth! I should have been the one marrying into wealth!” When I opened my eyes again, I found my sister blushing coyly as she held a family meeting. “I think I’m pregnant with Mr. Frost’s baby. What should I do now?” … “Aria Jones, I’m talking to you! Why are you zoning out?” Hearing my sister’s voice, I snapped back from my daze, utterly shocked by the scene before me. My parents sat there, backs straight, unable to hide the greedy anticipation gleaming in their eyes. Brianna sat in the middle of the sofa, looking smugly self-satisfied, her hand gently caressing her still-flat stomach. Seeing me still in a daze, my parents spoke with clear irritation: “Your sister is carrying Mr. Frost’s child. We’re all thrilled about this, so why are you wearing such an ugly expression?” With trembling hands, I pinched my thigh hard, forcing myself to smile. “Sis, I’m absolutely thrilled for you, truly. Congratulations.” Brianna smiled faintly, finally taking her piercing gaze off me. “At least you know your place. But what am I supposed to do now? That night I only got into that room by pure luck, and now trying to reach Mr. Frost again to let him know about his child seems practically impossible. Come on, Aria, tell me—should I take a chance and have this baby, or just get rid of it and be done with it?” My throat constricted painfully as memories from my previous life came flooding back all at once. In my past life, my mind was filled with suspicions. How could she so conveniently stumble into the powerful Mr. Frost’s room? And how would Mr. Frost lose control in such circumstances and sleep with my plain-looking sister? I voiced these doubts aloud and urged my sister to carefully recall what the man looked like. But Brianna frowned deeply, thinking hard for a long time, yet still couldn’t confirm who was actually in the room that night. Witnessing this, my parents left with contemptuous sneers. After a night of anxious deliberation, Brianna finally decided to terminate the pregnancy. “I heard Mr. Frost is 6’1″, but no matter how I try to remember, the man that night seemed about my height. Maybe I really did enter the wrong room. Even if I had the baby, he might not acknowledge us anyway, so I’ll just get an abortion,” she told me before heading to the hospital. However, just after her procedure, news of Mr. Frost’s high-profile marriage to a pregnant Cinderella topped the trending charts. My own sister blamed me for speaking up, suddenly attacking me in a rage, plunging the knife into my chest again and again until my life slipped away. The memory of being murdered by my own flesh and blood sent violent tremors through my body, but I still managed to force my lips into a smile. “Sis, this isn’t just any baby. This is a treasure that could bring you immense wealth and status. I’ve heard Mr. Frost doesn’t have women hanging around him, and his family is actually desperate for him to get married!” Hearing exactly what she craved to hear, Brianna’s eyes curved like crescent moons, her lips curling upward uncontrollably. “So what you’re saying is, the baby in my belly might be the sole heir to carry on the Frost legacy!”

When my parents heard this, their faces immediately lit up with joy, instantly treating my sister as the family hero. “Brianna, you need to take good care of yourself now. You should quit your job right away.” “From now on, you’re not allowed to go out. Let your foolish little sister handle everything. You don’t need to do anything—just stay home and focus on keeping the baby safe!” Hearing this, my sister’s lips curled into a smug smile as she shot me a triumphant glance. I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. In my previous life, my sister had stabbed me eighteen times in front of our parents, each thrust aimed at a vital spot. I had thought my parents would seek justice for me, but not only did they fail to call the police, they helped my sister dispose of my body. My soul hovered in midair, forced to watch helplessly as they cut my body into pieces and discarded it, while telling everyone I had run away with some lowlife I’d fallen for. It was only then that I truly understood—despite my parents’ claims of treating us sisters equally, they had always favored Brianna. Thinking of this, I fought back my tears and joined in their laughter. “Our family’s incredible fortune now rests entirely on my sister’s shoulders.” “Sis, when you marry Mr. Frost, don’t forget about us, okay?” Brianna had never matched my academic achievements growing up, nor was her career as impressive as mine. Now that she finally had a chance to outshine me, she was reveling in it. She lifted her chin proudly in my direction. “I’m thirsty.” I immediately stood up, opened the refrigerator, and took out her favorite yogurt. As soon as Brianna took the yogurt, she screamed and dropped it. “It’s too cold! Is something wrong with your brain?” “I’m pregnant now, carrying Caleb Frost’s baby!” “How dare you give me such cold yogurt? What if it upsets my stomach and something happens to the baby?” My parents frowned instantly, scolding me with displeasure. “Aria, are you trying to harm your sister?” “You ungrateful child! Go back to your room right now and study up on prenatal care!” I maintained my smile, repeatedly agreeing as I turned and walked back to my bedroom amid Brianna’s mocking laughter, closing the door behind me. Outside, their animated discussion continued. Ignoring them, I picked up my phone and quickly searched for the name that had trended in my previous life. To my surprise, that ordinary girl named Scarlett Brown had already been photographed multiple times in intimate situations with Caleb Frost. During a press conference, when someone asked about Scarlett, Caleb hadn’t even denied their relationship. In the photos, the girl wore simple clothes. Though from a modest background, she had a stunningly beautiful face. She could marry Caleb because they were already a couple! My breathing grew increasingly rapid as I searched for Caleb’s whereabouts through gritted teeth. For someone as famous as him, there were always people tracking his movements, so his schedule wasn’t exactly a secret. After reviewing Caleb’s itinerary for the day, I silently put down my phone. Brianna, you think you’ve got one foot in the door of high society because you’re carrying Mr. Frost’s child. Fine then. I’ll study prenatal care diligently and help you maintain this pregnancy so you can deliver this baby safely. I want to see if holding this child will actually fulfill your absurd dream of marrying into wealth!

Brianna now considers herself superior to others, demanding only the best of everything. She insists I buy her the most expensive loungewear, the finest non-slip slippers, and the rarest nutritional ingredients. Before work, I must prepare bird’s nest soup for her, and after work, I must immediately present imported fruits. She even specifies mountain spring water for drinking. Meanwhile, my parents watch all this with smiling faces. “Hurry up! If you neglect your sister’s baby, we won’t forgive you!” “Useless thing, you’re not even worth your sister’s little toe!” I endure silently. After two busy days, I finally hear the news of Caleb and Scarlett’s marriage. “Sis, look at the news!” I call out. Hearing my shout, Brianna frowns and immediately scolds me: “Are you trying to get yourself killed by shouting like that? Can you take responsibility if you scare Mr. Frost’s baby?” “Keep that phone away from me! It has radiation! Wealthy families take fetal education very seriously. If it affects my baby, my future in-laws might not say anything, but they’ll be displeased!” I listen to her nagging, struggling to hold back my laughter. “Sis, Caleb got married.” “You might never meet those in-laws you keep talking about.” Brianna’s exaggerated expression freezes instantly, and she collapses onto the floor.

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My childhood companion Avery Johnson’s Uncle Oscar committed suicide. Before his death, someone found hundreds of unsent love letters in his drawer. Each letter was addressed to me. So, in this second chance at life, when my mother asked if I wanted to marry my childhood friend Avery, I shook my head and resolutely chose to marry his Uncle Oscar instead. I harbor a secret—I’ve been reborn. In my previous life, I chose to marry my childhood sweetheart Avery. However, after our marriage, Avery was frequently absent from home. Later, when I suffered severe bleeding during pregnancy, he abandoned me in my dangerous condition simply because his first love Stella Locke said, “The power’s out at my place, and I’m scared.” He left without hesitation. In a tragic end, both my life and that of my unborn child were lost in one cruel stroke. After my death, Avery didn’t shed a single tear. He even complained that my death had disrupted his travel plans with his first love. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day my mother asked me who I wanted to marry… 1 “Amanda Brown, have you really thought this through? You and Avery grew up together as true childhood sweethearts. Are you sure you want to marry his Uncle Oscar?” Faced with my mother’s repeated questioning, I consistently answered, “Yes, I’m sure.” “Alright, as long as you truly love him! Your father and I will start arranging your wedding right away!” My mother was even more eager than I was. That very day, she went to ask Oscar about his thoughts. After receiving his affirmative response, she rushed to the wedding planning company to book an outdoor venue. Shortly after booking the wedding venue, Avery called. His voice was filled with impatience: “Amanda, have you no shame? You initially forced our families to arrange our marriage, and now you’ve gone behind my back to book a wedding venue? Don’t you have any dignity as a woman? Are you that desperate to get married? Amanda, you look so cheap right now, I honestly can’t stand the sight of you!” I pressed my lips tightly together, pausing briefly before explaining: “Avery, I never intended to marry you in this lifetime. The person I want to marry is…” But he didn’t give me a chance to finish, interrupting me with a cold laugh: “Amanda, so you’ve learned to play hard to get now! Why didn’t I see through your true spaghetti intentions earlier! No matter how perfectly you plan this wedding, it won’t change anything. I love Stella, and she’s the only one I’ll ever marry. My heart belongs completely to Stella! The way you’re acting makes me sick!” With that, he hung up, leaving me to swallow the explanation I wanted to give. Never mind. Soon enough, he’d discover I wasn’t planning to marry him at all. My family and the Johnson family were old friends with deep ties. Avery and I grew up together in the same compound, sharing every childhood moment as truly inseparable companions. After we came of age, our parents arranged our marriage. But in my previous life, he suddenly proposed canceling our engagement to marry someone else. I refused to agree, which led to a huge argument. Although I eventually married Avery as I wished, he rarely came home after our wedding. When I finally became pregnant, he moved in with Stella, and I barely saw him except during family gatherings. Near my due date, the family elders forced me to return home. However, on the first night back, we had a fierce argument that caused me to hemorrhage. I was terrified and begged Avery to take me to the hospital, but one phone call from Stella was enough to make him leave. In the end, mother and child perished together—my poor baby never even had a chance to see this world. After my death, Avery didn’t even attend my funeral, immediately taking Stella on vacation instead. My parents, heartbroken, fell ill and passed away shortly after. My family’s assets ultimately fell into Avery’s hands, while he and Stella grew old together, surrounded by children and grandchildren. In my previous life, marrying Avery led to the tragic end of losing both my family and my life. In this life, I absolutely cannot repeat that mistake. I must protect those who truly love me.

2 After we finalized the wedding venue, my mother kept urging me to pick out a wedding dress. Oscar Hunter had already selected our wedding rings abroad, designed by one of the most renowned international designers. Since he was negotiating business overseas and couldn’t return immediately, he sent me a black card as an apology. I had reserved the latest design from Christmas, a famous designer brand, which had just been air-shipped this morning. The store assistant called to invite me for a fitting. But as soon as I walked into the bridal shop, I saw Avery sitting in the waiting area. When he looked up and saw me, his brows immediately furrowed tightly. “What are you doing here?” I answered softly, “Trying on a wedding dress.” Perhaps my expression was too calm, as he seemed surprised before scoffing, “Amanda, are there really no other men in this world? Do you absolutely have to marry me?” I stared at this face that couldn’t be more familiar to me, a bitter smile forming at the corner of my lips. I simply couldn’t connect this man before me with the Avery who once carried me on his back when I had stomach pains, desperately running through the pouring rain. Ever since Stella appeared, he was no longer the Avery who had carefully protected me. Fortunately, in this life, I finally didn’t have to be entangled with him anymore. I looked at him calmly and responded coolly, “Avery, I told you, I’m not going to marry you. You’re right, there are other men in this world, and I won’t cling to you anymore.” With that, I didn’t even glance at him again and walked straight into the wedding dress display area. Avery suddenly grabbed my wrist from behind, his tone severe, “Amanda! What exactly are you trying to do?” I struggled hard to shake him off, but his grip was too strong. I sighed helplessly, “Avery, what do you want? I said I’ll never want to marry you in this lifetime, and I won’t cling to you anymore. Isn’t that exactly what you want?” He kept a stern face and sneered, “You deliberately chose today to try on wedding dresses, and you say you don’t want to marry me?” He glanced toward the fitting room, his eyes full of love. “Stella is the woman I love most in this life. You might as well forget about it completely! I told my family last night that I want to cancel our engagement. Even if the whole family disagrees, I will marry Stella, no matter the cost!” The “cost” Avery spoke of was simply giving up everything the Johnson family had given him. He had started his own company with his abilities, and it was doing quite well, but compared to the Johnson family’s enterprises, it was nothing. I smiled politely and said softly, “Well, I wish you both happiness. Don’t worry, I’m about to marry someone else soon anyway, so our engagement is already invalid.” I gestured for Avery to let go, but he stared at me intently, refusing to release me. “Amanda, what trick are you playing now? Besides marrying me, who else could you possibly marry?” My wrist hurt from his grip, so much that tears welled up in my eyes. Just then, Stella walked out. She exclaimed in surprise, “Avery, what are you two doing?” Avery immediately released my hand and quickly walked to Stella’s side, trying to hold her hand. Stella instinctively pulled away, and he immediately understood, saying, “I’ll go to the bathroom and wash my hands thoroughly. Wait for me!” Stella and I locked eyes, and her eyes couldn’t hide her contempt and triumph. Only then did I notice that the wedding dress she was wearing was actually the one I had reserved. The store assistant who followed her out anxiously called after her, “Ms. Locke, this dress has already been reserved by someone else! Please look at other styles. We just air-shipped several new designs this morning!” Stella glared at the assistant unhappily and said fiercely, “My fiancé is the future heir of the Johnson family and is very close with your boss! My fiancé said I can try on whichever dress I want, and he can afford it! Besides, this dress was only reserved, not purchased, so why can’t I try it on?” Then Stella turned to me with malice, “Amanda, don’t you agree? Even marriages can be called off, let alone a mere reservation for a wedding dress.” The assistant finally noticed I had arrived and was nearly in tears. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Brown. This dress just arrived this morning, and I didn’t have time to put it away before Ms. Locke tried it on!” I didn’t want to make things difficult for the assistant, and since someone else had already worn the dress, I didn’t want it anymore. I smiled dismissively at the assistant, “It’s fine. If Ms. Locke likes it, let her have it. You received a signature piece this morning too, right? Take me to see it.” I patted the black card in my bag. Since my future husband was so eager for me to spend his money, I’d indulge him just this once. Avery came out just in time to hear my last sentence. He looked at me coldly, “Amanda, can you stop embarrassing yourself here? I said I’m marrying Stella, not you. Why are you making a fool of yourself? And do you know how much that signature piece costs? Ten million! How could you possibly afford it?” I smiled, took out the black card, and handed it to the assistant, “No need to try it on. I’ll take it!” With Avery’s shocked expression and Stella’s envious glare behind me, I turned and left.

3 That evening, I had a video call with Oscar. This was my first time “talking” face-to-face with him since my rebirth, and I felt somewhat nervous. We had agreed to go to the civil affairs bureau on the morning of his return to get our marriage certificate. Although we were about to become husband and wife, I still found it a bit amusing, considering we barely knew each other. Avery called immediately after, interrogating me: “Amanda, where did you get the money to buy such an expensive wedding dress? You haven’t been doing something shady behind my back, have you? And your behavior at the bridal shop today—that was deliberately targeting Stella again, wasn’t it? Haven’t I warned you to stop bothering my fiancée? You’ve been busy preparing for a wedding these past few days just to force me to marry you, right? Let me tell you, no matter what you do, I will never marry you!” I had just finished my call with Oscar and was in a good mood, but Avery completely ruined it. Irritated, I snapped back: “Avery, this is the last time I’m explaining this to you—the person I’m marrying is not you!” He was driving me crazy, but no matter how I explained, he refused to believe me. That night, Avery updated his Facebook status: “Getting our marriage certificate on the 18th of this month with my first love. All friends are welcome to witness our happiness!” Good for them, they were getting their certificate. Unfortunately, Oscar and I had also scheduled to get ours on the same day. Avery had been busy taking wedding photos with Stella these past few days, so he hadn’t bothered me again. On the day we were to get our certificates, I wore my multi-million-dollar wedding dress and waited outside the civil affairs bureau for Oscar. Just thinking about his amazed expression when he saw me made me smile. I deliberately waited until after Avery and Stella had gone inside before getting out of my car, as I didn’t want any unnecessary trouble on such an important day. But unexpectedly, I couldn’t avoid it. “Amanda? Is that you?” A man who entered after me called out, immediately drawing the attention of Avery’s group waiting in line ahead. “My God, today is Brother Ji and his wife’s big day, and you’re dressed so formally? You’re truly a dedicated ‘fangirl,’ wearing a wedding dress to chase him all the way to the civil affairs bureau!” Hearing the commotion, Avery walked over. When he saw it was really me, his face darkened, and he shouted: “Amanda, what are you doing here? Dressed like this? How desperate can you be? Do you think I’ll marry you if you do this? If that’s what you’re thinking, you’re wasting your time! I will never marry you. The only person I’m marrying is Stella!” As he spoke, he pulled Stella close and gave me a challenging look. I was both speechless and amused. I said firmly, “I’ve told you, the person I’m marrying is not you! And I’m certainly not dressed like this for you! My fiancé will be here any minute, so please stay away from me!” His friends burst into laughter, mocking me for going to extremes to marry Avery and joking that I had taken “fangirling” to a new level. “Amanda, we’re all tired of your playing hard to get! Stop dreaming—Brother Ji is about to get his marriage certificate with his fiancée! If you’re that desperate to get married, just pick one of us. Honestly, I’d like to try being Brother Ji’s ‘devoted fangirl’ for once!” Avery smirked contemptuously: “You guys are actually interested in such a boring, flavorless woman? Forget it. Whoever can get her, she’s yours. I wouldn’t take her even if she were given to me for free!” Hearing Avery’s insulting words, I could no longer contain my anger. I raised my hand to slap him, but he caught my wrist. I glared at him fiercely: “Avery, are you incapable of understanding? I’ve said it before—the person I’m marrying today is not you! And it has never been you!” He didn’t get angry; instead, he laughed: “Amanda, who would believe that? You’ve been dreaming of marrying me since you were five, and these past Christmases you’ve been crazy in love with me, even resorting to forcing a marriage. But now you say you’re not marrying me? Fine, tell me then, where is this person you’re dressed up for? It’s been quite a while, and they’re still nowhere to be seen?” I yanked my hand away from his grip, my face flushed with anger. His humiliating words had brought tears to my eyes. Just then, a deep voice sounded from behind me: “Avery, let her go!”

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During Christmas, my husband asked his childhood sweetheart to give me a few hamburgers. After eating the first hamburger, the hospital notified me that my physical examination results were ready, confirming I had cancer. Yet simultaneously, my husband’s childhood sweetheart’s leukemia mysteriously disappeared, and she was suddenly glowing with health. After eating the second hamburger, my restaurant was suddenly exposed for food safety issues, faced massive compensation claims, and ultimately went bankrupt. Meanwhile, my husband’s childhood sweetheart won a gold medal at an international cake competition. After eating the third hamburger, my parents died from carbon monoxide poisoning at home. I was suspected of killing my parents for insurance money and was despised by everyone. Suffering from poverty and illness, I froze to death under a bridge. Meanwhile, my husband’s childhood sweetheart was recognized by her billionaire biological parents, gaining both fame and fortune, receiving endless love, and forming a perfect couple with my husband, living happily ever after. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to Christmas Day when I was about to eat those hamburgers. 1 “Here, try a bite. Alyssa made this hamburger especially for you, it smells delicious…” In the blink of an eye, Harrison Moore had already picked up a hamburger and held it to my lips. I jumped up from my seat as if sitting on pins, grabbed my bag and headed for the door. “I’m not eating anymore, you two carry on. I suddenly have a business meeting to attend, I need to go out.” This familiar scene made me instantly realize I had been reborn. I remembered how in my previous life, as I lay dying, Harrison and Alyssa Locke came to mock me, saying they had exchanged a few “lucky” hamburgers for my good fortune. It was all because I was too stupid and too kind, trusting them so easily! Now, I was walking away without hesitation. Let’s see whose good luck they could steal this time! Harrison’s eyes reddened with anxiety as he blocked the doorway. “Honey, don’t rush. I’ll pack the hamburger for you to eat on the way. Otherwise, once you get busy, you’ll forget to eat and ruin your stomach. Or I could go with you and make sure you eat?” Harrison was like a shadow I couldn’t shake off, insisting on watching me eat the hamburger. I matched his tone, lying with a straight face: “No need. My business partner said they’ll treat me to a big meal after our meeting. If I eat a hamburger now, I won’t have room for anything else.” Harrison’s brows knotted into a tight frown. “Well… at least eat one hamburger? It’s Alyssa’s gesture of goodwill, and eating hamburgers on Christmas is supposed to bring good luck.” Looking at Harrison’s fake concern for me, I felt nothing but disgust. I snapped: “No time, I’m in a hurry! Harrison!” I pushed him aside and reached for the doorknob, but Harrison kept squeezing in front of me, constantly urging me to eat at least one hamburger, pushing it toward my face. Furious, I angrily swatted the hamburger out of his hand, sending it crashing to the floor! “Great, now the hamburger’s on the floor. What are you going to make me eat now? This is your fault for pressuring me.” “Not only did you waste food, but you also broke the plate. How unlucky on Christmas! It’s all because of you bringing bad luck. Pah! You only bring misfortune wherever you go!” Harrison was stunned by my accusatory attitude. I quickly pushed the door open, but Alyssa grabbed my wrist! “Sister, don’t blame Harrison. It doesn’t matter that the hamburger fell. I made several especially for you. I have plenty more—just take one bite, please.” I felt a suffocating pressure in my chest. Why was Alyssa so persistent? I snapped: “Are you deaf? I’m rushing to make money, I don’t have time! Stop blocking me. Since you’re so free, why don’t you clean up the floor instead!” Alyssa was also stunned by my outburst. Previously, I had been kind to Harrison and polite to Alyssa by extension. But after being reborn, who would be polite to their enemies! However, I had come to Harrison’s hometown for a family dinner, and the table was surrounded by his extended family. Seeing that I had scolded both him and Alyssa, these people were not pleased. His uncle said with a snide, condescending tone: “Well, we understand! She’s a big boss who looks down on us village folk. She thinks it’s beneath her to eat at the same table with us, that’s why she’s in such a hurry to leave.” Harrison’s second aunt joined in stirring up trouble: “Exactly! That’s why we said Harrison should have married Alyssa instead. Then us old folks wouldn’t be looked down upon. What a shame!” “Harrison’s wife, if that’s not what you meant, then you must pick up this hamburger and eat it today! Don’t you know to respect food?” “Life was so hard in the past. We would wash and eat things picked from garbage heaps. And here you are being picky? In my opinion, you and Harrison aren’t meant to be together. You might as well end it…” These self-important elders had always favored Alyssa in my previous life and had given me no end of trouble. For Harrison’s sake, I had endured it again and again. Now, I clapped my hands with gleeful satisfaction and said: “You’re right. I do think your entire family is beneath me, and I don’t want to continue this marriage. Harrison, let’s get divorced. See you at the civil affairs bureau!” Harrison suddenly panicked. If he divorced me, how could he help Alyssa steal my good fortune?

2 Harrison was so frightened that he immediately cursed at his relatives: “Shut up! All of you stop meddling!” His aunts and uncles felt wronged and said, “Harrison, we’re only doing this for your own good…” Then they took turns criticizing him for being disrespectful and unfilial to his elders. Harrison’s headache was getting worse; he felt like his head was about to explode. I took the opportunity to walk toward the door. From behind came Alyssa’s crying, tinged with a deliberately feminine, tearful voice: “Sister, just go. I know you’re disgusted by my leukemia and think I’m dirty, which is why you won’t eat the hamburger I made with my own hands. I don’t have many days left, and all I wanted was to have one last family meal with you all. Won’t you even grant me this wish?… Waaah, my darling fan babies, I’m so heartbroken!” Alyssa was sobbing and complaining directly into the camera. That’s when I realized she had started a livestream! With her persona as a beautiful woman fighting illness, she had already amassed over a million followers. I immediately checked my phone and saw that her livestream already had hundreds of thousands of viewers, with the number constantly increasing. The comment section was flooded with people cursing at me! “Who is this woman? She’s so cold-blooded. That smug face makes me want to punch her! Leukemia isn’t contagious, what’s wrong with eating a hamburger?” “She’s obviously looking down on her. Thinks she’s so high and mighty. Wait, I recognize her—that’s Kennedy Thompson, the CEO of that restaurant chain.” “Let’s expose her, get her trending, and boycott her business. Don’t spend money at her restaurants and support this heartless woman!” Seeing Alyssa’s secretly smirking lips, I felt both angry and anxious. Christmas was the peak season for restaurant bookings. If the public boycotted now, the losses would be enormous and impossible to recover from! Alyssa continued her fake act: “My precious little fans, don’t misunderstand. I think my sister was just in a hurry to discuss some business deal and snapped at me in the heat of the moment.” She picked up another hamburger and said, “If my sister just takes one bite of this hamburger, it will prove she doesn’t discriminate against sick people, and everyone can stop affecting the business she worked so hard to build.” The comments were flooding in, demanding that I eat the hamburger. The way things were going, if I didn’t eat it, I wouldn’t have a peaceful day! But in the next second, I opened the hospital’s official account on my phone and pointed the electronic appointment record at Alyssa’s livestream camera, crying out loudly: “I’m a patient too! Please leave me alone.” I explained how I, this workaholic spaghetti, had ruined my stomach from irregular meals while building my business—all true. Then I made up a story about how my stomach had been burning like fire lately, that I’d even vomited blood, and suspected stomach cancer, which was why I’d scheduled a medical examination. “I might not have much time left either. I was feeling terrible and just wanted to find a place to cry alone. There’s already one sick person here, and I didn’t want to bring everyone down. That’s why I was rushing out. My stomach hurts, and I can’t eat anything, but Alyssa insisted I stay. I got upset and lost my temper. I’m sorry for ruining everyone’s Christmas!” After seeing my previous medical records, the viewers believed me even more. The tide of public opinion immediately shifted, and they started blaming Alyssa instead. “Alyssa, just because you’re sick, you can’t see that she’s suffering too? Did you have to force her to cry in public before you’d be satisfied?” “This poor CEO worked so hard to get where she is, and just when she could finally enjoy life, she got sick. How tragic! And you nearly destroyed her business—that’s so cruel!” Seeing the situation turning against her, Alyssa collapsed on the floor crying, speaking in that fake, theatrical tone: “It’s all my fault! My leukemia is getting worse, and my eyes aren’t working well. I couldn’t tell my sister was suffering. I’m hurting people! I should have died long ago!” Immediately, her die-hard fans came to her defense: “Don’t forget, Alyssa is the real patient here. As for that CEO, she hasn’t even been diagnosed yet. What’s she crying about? If she’s this fragile, I’m surprised she hasn’t died of fright already!” Perfect opportunity! I immediately shouted that I didn’t want to live anymore, covered my face, and ran away, putting on a full suicidal act and playing up my vulnerability to the max. With that, both the people criticizing me and Alyssa’s livestream were immediately flooded with a tidal wave of angry comments. “How could you push a sick person like that? What if something happens to her? And Alyssa, you started all this—you’re at fault too!” Alyssa’s face turned green from all the criticism. Meanwhile, I was already driving, racing toward the hospital. Although I hadn’t received any cancer diagnosis notification this time, I decided to go to the hospital in person to be sure. However, halfway there, a sudden, intense pain shot through my stomach! I managed to drive to the hospital entrance, but as soon as I got out of the car, everything started spinning, and I collapsed to the ground. Why? I hadn’t even touched those hamburgers, so why was this happening?

3 I don’t know how much time had passed when I heard my parents crying, saying, “Our daughter is still Christmas young! If someone had to get sick, it should have been us. Why did she have to be the one with cancer?” Beside them, Harrison was putting on a fake show: “Mom, Dad, it’s all my fault for not taking better care of Kennedy. Don’t worry, I’ll stay with her until the very end…” But in my previous life, wasn’t I killed by Harrison? I jolted upright in my hospital bed, struggling to sit up. Harrison put on a concerned face and said, “Honey, you’re awake. Did… did you hear everything just now? Since you know you have stomach cancer, you really shouldn’t be starving yourself.” He handed me a still-warm hamburger. “Here, have a burger.” I felt a bone-chilling terror! In my previous life, Harrison had tricked me into eating a second hamburger with these exact same words after I was hospitalized with stomach cancer. Then I received the call about the restaurant incident, followed by the business going bankrupt. I couldn’t afford hospital treatment and lived miserably! Thinking of this, I violently slapped the hamburger out of his hand. “Get out! Harrison, I told you I want a divorce!” Harrison knelt on the floor picking up the mess, looking pitiful as he said, “Kennedy, I know you look down on me for coming from a rural background, and you look down on things from my family, but I’m really thinking about your health. Cancer patients shouldn’t go hungry. Even if you just take one bite… I won’t agree to a divorce. I want to take care of you. After you recover, if you still don’t want me, I’ll accept it!” After Harrison’s performance, passing patients began pointing fingers at me. “With such a good husband, what’s this woman complaining about? She must be a terrible person to deserve cancer as karma!” My parents were moved by him too and tried to persuade me: “Kennedy, be reasonable. Harrison’s sincerity is rare. Just eat something.” Mom picked up the remaining hamburger and held it to my lips, tears in her eyes as she said, “If you reach the point where you can’t eat anything, that’s the end! Please eat something, if only to give your parents peace of mind!” The elderly woman’s tone was almost begging. Looking at their graying hair, I nearly gave in on impulse. But just as I opened my mouth, I turned my head away and refused. “I won’t eat a hamburger. I’ll eat something else. Shouldn’t you be considering the patient’s feelings right now? Just seeing Harrison makes me upset. I can’t eat anything!” At this, my parents had no choice but to ask Harrison to leave first. I breathed a sigh of relief as my father wiped his tears and brought me a bowl of soup. “Alright, Kennedy, whatever issues you have with Harrison, you’ll at least eat what your parents made, right? Don’t starve yourself.” I nodded and opened the thermos. A strong meaty smell hit me. Something felt wrong. I asked, “Mom, Dad, don’t you usually make clear mushroom soup?” Dad stammered, “It’s a holiday, so of course we should eat more meat. We made you egg and ground meat soup…” My parents were honest people who blushed whenever they lied. I said sternly, “If you don’t tell me the truth, I won’t eat anything today!” Having been reborn, I needed to be exceptionally vigilant. Mom immediately rushed to my bedside, crying as she confessed: “Kennedy, you can’t go hungry! This soup is from Harrison! He said you had a little argument, and he was afraid you’d be angry and refuse to eat what he brought, which would hurt your stomach. So he asked us to help so he could take care of you…” My teeth clenched in fury! Looking carefully, the ground meat in the soup was actually hamburger filling, with the bun mixed in so thoroughly you couldn’t notice unless you looked closely. Harrison was determined to harm me! Just then, the doctor came in for rounds and frowned, saying, “Didn’t I tell the family it’s just acute gastritis? Why are you crying so sadly? This really affects the patient’s mood.” Mom froze, then said, “But Harrison said it was stomach cancer. He told us to quickly feed Kennedy more food so she could hold on…” I gave a cold laugh. Harrison had manipulated my parents and given me quite a “surprise.” I was actually fine, and now it was his turn! Why not give him a “surprise” of my own? I took the thermos and walked downstairs. Harrison hadn’t left yet; he was still waiting there. “Honey, why did you come down?” I smiled with a hint of mischief and said, “I think I’ll have more appetite if I eat while walking. Want to join me?” Harrison naturally wanted to keep an eye on me. So he watched helplessly as I walked to the hospital entrance, raised my hand, and poured the entire bowl of meat soup out for several stray mangy dogs! I wanted to see what kind of fate Alyssa, Harrison’s secret lover, would exchange with these stray dogs this time. Seeing this, Harrison let out a terrible cry and lunged forward, fighting with the dogs for the food!

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A week before our wedding, my fiancée successfully got pregnant using my brother’s frozen embryo. She posted the pregnancy test results on social media with the caption: “Fortunate to let our love continue in another way.” My brother commented below: “Meeting you is my greatest luck.” My mother quickly added: “Thank you for your hard work, Jocelyn White. Oscar Jones should put that apartment solely in your name!” I quietly commented: “Congratulations.” My fiancée immediately called to berate me: “Your brother can’t have children anymore. It’s just one child, and the baby still carries your Jones family bloodline! How can you be so petty as his older brother?” I chuckled softly and casually dialed a number: “Want to get married?” The person on the other end went silent for a moment, then erupted in jubilation. “Really? You finally came around! I’ll book my flight back right now! No backing out now—I’ll see you at the registry office next week! Honey~” That last coquettish “honey” caught me off guard, making even the tips of my ears inexplicably warm. The slight regret I felt about being too impulsive instantly vanished. Perhaps this was for the best. Meanwhile, my fiancée Jocelyn updated her Facebook again. I clicked to find photos of her massaging Hugo Jones’ legs. In the pictures, she was all smiles, without a trace of disgust. The comment section was filled with teasing remarks from Jocelyn’s friends. Sharp-eyed, I spotted a comment from my brother Hugo: “If only we had met before you were promised to another.” The implication was crystal clear. Jocelyn showed no restraint in her reply: “It’s never too late to follow your heart.” Below, Jocelyn’s girlfriends chimed in with more teasing and congratulations. Apparently, everyone around her knew about her affair with Hugo behind my back, yet whenever they saw me, they still criticized my every move. I used to think I wasn’t good enough, but now I realize it was simply because they all knew Jocelyn’s heart belonged to Hugo. My heart throbbed with pain. I felt like a complete fool. Just then, I received test results from the hospital. They showed a tumor in my stomach with risk of malignancy, requiring immediate surgery. The procedure needed a family member’s signature. I couldn’t count on my mother or Hugo. After much hesitation, I called Jocelyn. “Could you come to the hospital tomorrow? I need surgery—” Before I could finish, Jocelyn impatiently cut me off. “Oscar, aren’t you being a total pain? Just because I’m pregnant with your brother’s child, you’re making up stories about needing surgery to get attention? How pathetic for a grown man to use such tactics! Do you know that because of your comment, Hugo feels so guilty he’s depressed? He’s your own brother—can’t you be more generous and treat his child as your own? I’m busy comforting Hugo. You’re not dying, so stop bothering me, or the wedding is off!” She hung up furiously, giving me no chance to explain. I let out a bitter laugh, having lost count of how many times she’d threatened to call off our wedding. Whenever I showed the slightest disapproval of her relationship with Hugo, she would use our marriage as leverage. Especially after Hugo’s car accident that left his legs disabled. “If it weren’t for you, how would Hugo have injured his legs? How can you be so selfish?” “Hugo is your brother, and I’m his sister-in-law. What’s wrong with taking care of him? Why are you, a grown man, so petty?!” “If Hugo hadn’t kept persuading me, I wouldn’t want to marry you at all. You’re not even half as considerate as Hugo!” I’d heard such words too many times to count. But the truth was, Hugo had the accident while pretending to deliver medicine to me, when he was actually sneaking off to meet her. While I was working myself to exhaustion to buy her dream house and give her a better life—drinking until I suffered severe stomach bleeding and collapsed—she was secretly dating my own brother under the pretense of taking care of me. Before, I feared losing her, so I subconsciously avoided thinking about these things. I never defended myself, just apologized. But now, I decided to let her go. “Fine. The wedding is off.” With that, for the first time this Christmas, I hung up on Jocelyn first.

The next day, I went to the hospital alone. I signed the surgery consent form myself. When the doctor asked, I calmly replied, “I’m practically an orphan.” The surgery went relatively well. I stayed in the hospital for three days before the doctor said I could go home to recover. During this time, neither my mother nor Jocelyn sent me a single call or text message. Yet somehow, I felt a long-forgotten sense of peace. After being discharged, I boarded the bus home. As we passed through the university district, memories of Jocelyn and me flooded back. It might sound hard to believe, but initially, Jocelyn was the one who pursued me. Back then, she was full of youthful energy and boldness, even confessing her feelings for me in front of the entire school. Despite my repeated rejections, she never lost heart, showing me affection I’d never experienced before. Inevitably, I fell for her. During our senior year at Christmas, her father was defrauded of his business funds and fell seriously ill. Their once-privileged family was suddenly drowning in debt. During that period, I worked internships by day and part-time jobs by night, not only comforting her exhausted mind and body but also supporting both of us financially. That’s when my stomach problems began. Fortunately, her father later received help from a kind benefactor, and they recovered part of the stolen funds. Things gradually improved, and we set a date for our wedding. Until Hugo returned from abroad, and her heart changed… I got off the bus and arrived home. As soon as I pushed open the door, the scene before me left me utterly shocked and horrified. Our carefully decorated wedding home was in complete disarray. The house that had been clean and tidy when I left was now littered with takeout boxes, with cockroaches crawling over them. On the balcony, my carefully nurtured succulents had been maliciously uprooted. Through the open bedroom door, I saw Hugo sitting on my bed while Jocelyn crouched beside him, coaxing him to take medicine. My mother lounged carelessly on my new sofa. The cushion I’d specially selected—printed with a photo of Jocelyn and me—had been torn to shreds by Hugo’s dog, with stuffing spilling out everywhere. “What are you doing here?” Seeing me return, my mother merely glanced at me, snorted, and said, “Jocelyn is carrying a Jones family child. I thought this apartment of yours was quite nice—it was meant to be your marital home anyway—so I let Jocelyn and Hugo move in together.” “This is my wedding home. What right does he have to live here?!” I looked at Hugo, who was hiding behind Jocelyn with smug eyes, and took a deep breath before saying, “Besides, I no longer plan to marry Jocel—” Before I could finish, my mother rushed over, grabbed my arm, and started hitting me. “I’ll kill you, you ungrateful wretch! Hugo is your own brother. He broke his leg because of you! What’s wrong with letting him stay in your apartment? If you ask me, you should just transfer the deed to him! Besides, Jocelyn is now carrying Hugo’s child—of course the baby’s father and mother should live together. As for you, contributing nothing all day—how do you expect to support Jocelyn and Hugo’s child?!” I almost laughed bitterly at the absurdity. Since childhood, my mother never liked me. When she was pregnant with me, my father had an affair. After I was born, she directed all her resentment toward me, though none of it was my fault. As a child, I still craved maternal love, striving for top grades, handling all household chores, saving money to buy her gifts, carefully trying to please her. But none of that compared to Hugo doing nothing at all. Later, when I told her about my plans to get married, her first reaction was to make it clear I shouldn’t expect her to provide any dowry or wedding gifts, let alone help with buying a house. She even handed me an account book, telling me to repay everything once I had money. The book recorded every expense spent on me since childhood, down to erasers costing mere pennies. Most ironically, the total she’d spent on me from birth until now amounted to only fifty thousand yuan—a pittance. From that moment on, I stopped hoping for any maternal love. I felt warmth on my forehead. When I touched it, there was blood. Taking a deep breath, I looked at the three people in the room: my birth mother, my brother, and the woman I had planned to spend my life with. My mind had never been clearer. “Hugo, you know perfectly well how your leg was broken!” Hugo’s eyes darted away for a moment. I smiled sarcastically and said, “This apartment is mine. If you want it, fine—pay for it. And…” I turned to Jocelyn, “If you didn’t hear me clearly on the phone, let me say it again: I’m letting you and Hugo be together. This wedding is off, for good!”

The room suddenly fell silent, and the expressions on the three faces weren’t pleasant. Jocelyn’s face showed a rare hint of panic as she walked toward me, seemingly wanting to explain something. Just then, my phone rang. I pulled it out and saw a reminder text from the Civil Affairs Bureau about our appointment tomorrow morning at eight to get our marriage certificate. I was stunned for a moment before remembering it was Susan Hall. We hadn’t contacted each other since that phone call. I assumed she was just kidding back then—marriage isn’t a small matter, after all. But unexpectedly, she had made an appointment at the Civil Affairs Bureau, and it was scheduled for tomorrow morning at eight. Why was she in such a hurry? I couldn’t help recalling how she had sweetly called me “husband” on the phone that day, and my ears began to heat up again. Jocelyn glimpsed the message content and sighed with relief. “Oscar, I know you’re just saying these things because I’ve been neglecting you lately. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be on time for our appointment tomorrow.” Then, noticing the medicine bag in my hand, she took my hand and softened her tone. “Were you really sick? I thought you were lying. But seeing you standing here just fine, it can’t be anything serious. I promise I’ll make time for you from now on.” I didn’t explain. She took my silence as agreement and pulled me into the study. “Where’s that amulet I gave you before? Give it to me—Hugo wants it.” Her words struck me like lightning. “What did you say?” Though the amulet wasn’t valuable, it was something Jocelyn had gotten for me when she was pursuing me, kneeling at every third step on her way to the temple, a traditional act of devotion. She had even fallen ill because of it. It was precisely because of this that I vowed never to let her down, and I’d kept the amulet with me at all times. Jocelyn became irritated. “If you want one, I’ll buy you another one later. Right now, Hugo’s in a bad mood because of his broken leg. As his brother, you should be more accommodating!” Accommodating? Haven’t I been accommodating enough all these years? When has Hugo ever not gotten what he wanted? I’m even expected to give up my wife for him! I took off the amulet I had carefully worn around my neck, but didn’t immediately hand it over. “Jocelyn, did you ever really like me?” Jocelyn snatched the amulet from me. “Don’t be ridiculous! I’ve already agreed to marry you tomorrow, what more do you want? If you can’t even part with an amulet, how can I expect you to treat me well in the future?!” With that, she yanked open the study door and left. I stood there, watching drops of blood from my forehead fall onto the light oak floor, and whatever feelings I had left for Jocelyn completely vanished. After leaving, I immediately put the house up for sale. There was something I hadn’t told them—I’d been promoted, but needed to be transferred to another province. I had been hesitant before because I didn’t want to leave Jocelyn, but now I only felt relieved. I checked into a nearby hotel and soon received a video. In the video, the lights were flashing and the music was deafening, clearly at a bar. Jocelyn, dressed scantily, was sitting on Hugo’s lap. They were feeding each other mouth-to-mouth while people around them cheered. Someone nearby asked her, “Didn’t you say you’re getting your marriage certificate with Oscar tomorrow? Won’t he be angry if he finds out about you and his brother?” Jocelyn pressed her entire body against Hugo and replied confidently, “Even if he knows I’m carrying Hugo’s child, he’ll just throw a little tantrum, then rush to make an appointment at the Civil Affairs Bureau for tomorrow morning. Besides, Hugo is his own brother—what’s there to fuss about between family? The child will still be a Jones either way. If he were a real man, he’d be more generous about it!” Everyone around them roared with laughter. “Jocelyn is so impressive, keeping men wrapped around her finger!” “Men should be trained like dogs!” After the video ended, another message came through: [Oscar, you were born to be trampled under my feet!] Of course, I didn’t need to guess who sent the video. But my mood was surprisingly calm, and I even began looking forward to meeting Susan at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow morning. I wonder if after all these years, she’s still the same as before…That night, I enjoyed the best sleep I’d had in a long time. When I woke up in the morning, the thought of seeing the little girl who used to follow me around years ago—and that we were going to get our marriage license—made me inexplicably nervous. I almost arrived late as a result. However, as soon as I reached the civil affairs bureau, I saw Jocelyn, dolled up excessively, pushing Hugo in his wheelchair. She looked me up and down, eyeing my suit with contempt before letting out a scornful laugh. “Seems like you’re taking this marriage license thing quite seriously, cleaning yourself up nicely!” She then pulled out a document from her bag. “But before we get the license, sign this agreement first.” I frowned, about to tell her that she wasn’t the one I was getting married to, but she had already forced the agreement into my arms, adding, “I’m only thinking about our future happiness. This way, you can’t say I took advantage of you later!” Hugo chimed in from the side: “That’s right, bro. Jocelyn stayed up all night working on this agreement. She even consulted Mom to make sure you wouldn’t feel it was unfair!” Not wanting to argue with them in public, I bit back my anger and glanced at the agreement. That one glance was enough to make me laugh sarcastically. [Agreement 1: After marriage, Oscar must treat the child in Jocelyn’s womb as his own, assume parental responsibilities, and pay no less than 10,000 yuan monthly for child support.] [Agreement 2: After marriage, Oscar must allow his brother Hugo to live with them and promise not to interfere with Hugo’s interactions with the child in Jocelyn’s womb.] [Agreement 3: After marriage, Jocelyn has the right to decide whether to have more children, and Oscar cannot interfere.] [Agreement 4: After marriage, Oscar must promise to leave his assets to the child in Jocelyn’s womb…] I couldn’t be bothered to read the rest. Calling this a one-sided agreement would be an understatement—they weren’t even treating me like a human being! Seeing me laugh, Jocelyn frowned and urged, “Oscar, what are you waiting for? Do you still want to get the license or not? Sign it now!” I looked up defiantly and, right in front of them, deliberately tore the agreement to shreds, throwing the pieces in their faces. “What do you take me for? Did you really think I’d sign something like this?” Jocelyn’s expression changed dramatically. She tried to threaten me again, starting to say, “You—” But I cut her off coldly, giving her a sidelong glance. “And who told you I was getting a marriage license with you?” Jocelyn’s face froze. Hugo quickly tried to smooth things over. “Bro, don’t be difficult. Everyone knows you won’t marry anyone but Jocelyn. We’ve finally made it to this day—don’t joke about something as serious as marriage. Besides, your appointment is at eight, right? If not with Jocelyn, who are you getting married to?” Jocelyn recovered her composure, crossing her arms and looking at me arrogantly. “Oscar, you’re just putting on this act to get my attention, aren’t you? I already told you, as soon as you sign this agreement, we can get our license!” I checked the time—it was already 8:10. Yet Susan still hadn’t shown up. Did she have an emergency, or had she changed her mind? Regardless, Jocelyn and I would absolutely never have any relationship again! Just as I was about to speak, a car horn sounded nearby, followed by a clear, sweet female voice: “Honey, I’m sorry I’m late.”

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After my parents divorced, I chose to live with my hardworking and honest community police officer father, while my sister chose to live with our higher-earning influencer mother. After turning eighteen, I became an adult, but my father unfortunately sacrificed his life while saving an elderly man from drowning. Unexpectedly, the rescued elderly man turned out to be the wealthiest man in the country. To express gratitude for my father’s life-saving deed, the billionaire offered ten million dollars as a gift to the family. My sister, who had long since left with our mother, suddenly appeared to claim the ten million. When I tried to argue, my mother berated me, saying I wasn’t their biological child and had no blood relation to my father. Because of my mother’s words, none of our relatives dared to acknowledge me. I ended up homeless and eventually died miserably… When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of my father’s death, when the billionaire was offering the ten million dollars. 1 “Lucy Clark, if you know what’s good for you, get out now!” “You have the audacity to still think about that ten million! Look at yourself—you don’t even qualify for a single penny!” Hearing the sharp scolding, I looked up and met my mother Mia Taylor’s eyes, filled with utter contempt and disgust. But I didn’t care at all, just quietly staring at my father’s memorial portrait. Seeing that I neither left nor responded, my “dear sister” Zora Clark couldn’t help but speak up. Her tone was dripping with mockery: “Lucy, this money is mine. Have some dignity, will you?” Since entering this room, Zora hadn’t spared a single glance at Dad’s photo. All she cared about was the money. Anger surged through my chest. I turned and gave Mia and Zora an ice-cold look, firing back: “You two are the shameless ones! When Dad was alive, you couldn’t care less about him. Now that he’s gone, you come running back to exploit his memory for every last penny. You’re truly despicable!” I straightened my back, not afraid at all, because I had been reborn! In my previous life, my parents had a bad relationship and divorced. I chose to live with my hardworking, honest community police officer father, while my sister Zora followed our higher-earning influencer mother. Dad treated me exceptionally well, and I thought I would continue to be happy, but tragedy struck. On Christmas of my eighteenth year, Dad sacrificed his life saving a drowning elderly man. Surprisingly, the rescued man turned out to be the wealthiest person in the country. To thank my father for saving his life, the billionaire offered ten million dollars as a token of gratitude to the family. My sister Zora, who had long since left with our mother, suddenly stepped forward to claim the ten million. Remembering how Zora used to look down on Dad, only to return now for the money, I was absolutely livid with rage. I argued desperately, not wanting Zora to get the money. But my mother Mia cursed me openly, saying I wasn’t their biological child and had no blood relation to my father. “Lucy was adopted by Noah Clark and me. She has absolutely no right to this ten million!” “Zora is our biological daughter. This money should go to her!” Because of my mother’s words, Zora smoothly took away my father’s death compensation. I ended up homeless, with relatives too afraid to take me in, and eventually died miserably. After my death, my mother and sister squandered the money and, using their status as the family of a national hero, shamelessly profited from his name. Fortunately, I’ve been reborn, returning to the day of my father’s death when the billionaire offered the ten million dollars!

2 My ruthless words left Mia and Zora stunned for several seconds. When they finally came to their senses, their faces instantly turned bright red. Mia secretly glanced at the billionaire sitting on the sofa, noticed his displeased expression, and saw the contemptuous looks from the relatives crowding the doorway to watch the drama. She hurriedly tried to defend herself: “Don’t talk nonsense! Zora was Noah’s most beloved daughter. His compensation should go to Zora, otherwise he wouldn’t rest in peace!” Hearing such shameless words, I almost laughed from anger. I took a deep breath, barely suppressing the urge to slap her twice across the face. Instead of wasting my breath on Mia, I turned to the billionaire sitting on the sofa and said, “Sir, my father and Ms. Zhang divorced years ago, and my sister’s custody went to Ms. Taylor. For years now, they’ve been like strangers to our family. My father’s compensation has nothing to do with either of them.” The billionaire seemed surprised that the situation would escalate so badly over money during a family gathering. He frowned, thought for a moment, then said, “This money is meant for Mr. Clark’s family. In that case, I’ll give it to Mr. Clark’s daughter, Lucy.” As he spoke, he pulled a check from his suit pocket, ready to hand it to me. Before I could reach for it, Mia immediately rushed forward, trying to snatch the check. Fortunately, the billionaire’s bodyguard was quick, blocking Mia with one arm. Afraid I might actually get the money, Mia’s eyes darted around before she shouted at the top of her lungs: “You can’t give the money to Lucy! She’s not Noah’s biological daughter!” The moment Mia’s words left her mouth, gasps and murmurs erupted from the crowd, and the billionaire froze. The onlooking relatives began buzzing with gossip. “What? Lucy isn’t Mr. Clark’s real daughter?!” “That can’t be true. Mr. Clark adored Lucy since she was little. How could she not be his daughter?” “Well, Mr. Clark’s ex-wife herself just said it, so it must be true.” … As the gossip spread, Mia noticed everyone starting to doubt, and shot me a smug glance. Zora chimed in to help: “Lucy doesn’t look anything like me, and my mom never liked her. She can’t possibly be his real daughter!” The billionaire looked up at me, then glanced at Zora and Mia, seemingly comparing our appearances. After a long moment, the billionaire finally spoke: “You two sisters indeed look nothing alike!” As soon as the billionaire finished speaking, I heard Mia and Zora chuckle softly. These two thought they had won, but I wasn’t afraid in the slightest. My composure angered Zora. She glared at me fiercely, desperate to get rid of me: “Lucy, you have no business here anymore. Stop blocking me from collecting my father’s money!” I shot her a cold glare and said, “Huh, just because you say I’m not Dad’s daughter, that makes it true? Maybe you’re the one who isn’t his real daughter!” Zora was left speechless by my retort. She was so angry she wanted to lunge at me, but Mia held her back. Mia didn’t take me seriously at all, thinking I could only talk big. So she snorted dismissively: “Lucy, you really aren’t our biological child. You were an abandoned baby Noah took in!”

3 As she spoke, Mia turned to Aunt Eleanor, hoping to get her support. “Aunt Eleanor, you’re a doctor. You know Noah had type B blood and I have type AB. These two blood types can’t produce a child with type O blood, yet Lucy is type O!” Aunt Eleanor looked at me, then at Mia, and nodded. “Well… if Lucy is type O, then she certainly couldn’t be my brother’s biological daughter.” With Aunt Eleanor’s confirmation, the relatives began chattering among themselves. “What a shame. Noah raised this girl all these years, and she’s not even his own.” “Not being his biological daughter is one thing, but trying to take Noah’s compensation money is just too much!” “Exactly! Noah’s compensation should go to Zora, his real daughter!” Despite what everyone was saying, I stood motionless, showing none of the shame they expected to see on my face. Seeing that I wasn’t “thick-skinned” enough to leave, Mia grew anxious. Her eyes suddenly reddened as she began to sob quietly. “Lucy, Noah was kind enough to take you in. We gave you the gift of a home and family. Now that he’s gone, you can’t just claim what rightfully belongs to his biological daughter! How can you be so heartless?” As she spoke, she looked at my father’s memorial photo and threw herself toward it, crying dramatically. Between sobs, she lamented, “Noah, you should never have brought this ungrateful girl home. Now she’s bullying us—your wife and daughter!” Mia’s performance successfully garnered sympathy from everyone present. After all, in everyone’s eyes, Zora, the biological daughter, was clearly more important than me, the adopted one. Everyone believed Zora was the only true Clark bloodline. Aunt Eleanor and the others immediately urged the billionaire to give the money to Zora. Seeing everyone taking her side, Zora became as proud as a peacock displaying its feathers. She quickly changed her previously arrogant demeanor and approached me with fake sincerity. “Sis, Dad is gone now. Please show some mercy and stop causing trouble at his memorial. If you’re really concerned about the money, I can share a little with you. Just let Dad rest in peace!” With mother and daughter playing their parts perfectly, even the billionaire began to waver, ready to give the money to Zora. Just as he was about to speak, I broke my silence. I scanned everyone in the room and challenged Mia: “What good are your words without proof? Do you have any evidence?” She seemed surprised by my composure, disbelief flashing in her eyes, but she quickly recovered. “Lucy, you’re really stubborn! You want evidence? Of course I have it!” Mia walked into my father’s bedroom and retrieved a small metal box from the cabinet, taking out a piece of paper. In front of everyone, she unfolded the paper and announced loudly, “This is Lucy’s adoption certificate. Here’s your proof!” Mia passed the paper around for everyone to see before it finally reached my hands. The yellowed document was indeed the certificate of my adoption by the Clarks, and it confirmed my blood type as O, just as Mia had claimed. Mia stared at me intently, barely containing her excitement. “Lucy, are you satisfied now? I didn’t want things to get this ugly, but you forced my hand! Stop making a scene in front of Noah!” Just when everyone thought I had nothing more to say, I let out a soft laugh and tore the adoption certificate in half.

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My boyfriend had a female “meal buddy” at his company. They shared meals year-round with perfectly matched tastes. He ate egg whites while she ate the yolks; he gnawed on chicken feet while she enjoyed the drumsticks; he ate the bottoms of strawberries, she ate the tips. He even brought her along for birthday celebrations. “Tired of work meals, so I brought my little meal buddy for a treat.” When I couldn’t stand it anymore and demanded they maintain boundaries, he patted her head and smiled at me: “Don’t worry, she’s just a meal buddy.” We had a long cold war over this. Later, when he thought I had learned my lesson, he came with flowers, only to be shocked seeing a man peek out from under my blanket, staring coldly at him. He growled with reddened eyes: “Who is he?” Leaning against the headboard, I patted the handsome man’s face beneath me. “Don’t worry, he’s just a bed buddy.”

My Aldrich is a psychopath. He has bipolar disorder and broke his own leg to prevent me from marrying my fiancé. Later, I was murdered by my fiancé and best friend. That couple had sex at my funeral, planning how to spend my inheritance. My Aldrich, with his broken leg, hunted them across half the globe like a madman. Covered in blood, he brought their severed heads to my corpse that was left like spaghetti. Then he held me, stroked my head, and whispered: “Trista, Aldrich has always been here.” Living again in this second chance at life. When my fiancé embraced me, asking me to drug Aldrich’s water, I pushed away that man with his disgusting smile. “What did Aldrich ever do wrong?” “Aldrich just loves me too much.”