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My husband, Harry Mullen, asked me to print sixty documents. He told me they contained private information about his students and instructed me not to look at them or show them to anyone else. After printing them, I put them in a folder without even glancing at them. Even when my best friend was curious and wanted to see them, I followed Harry’s instructions and didn’t show her. I sealed the folder and personally delivered it to Harry. A week later, I became the target of cyberbullying and was trending online. People called me vicious, sent messages insulting my parents, and vandalized my home. Only then did I discover that the “confidential documents” Harry had me print were actually photoshopped nude pictures of a female student in his class. Later, those photos spread online, and the girl, unable to bear the public pressure, jumped from a building and killed herself. When I tried to defend myself and brought Gina to testify for me, she publicly accused me instead, claiming I was narrow-minded and jealous of every woman who had contact with Harry, even his students, and that I had photoshopped those images to spread rumors… I was thrust into the center of the controversy. The victim’s enraged family found me and threw sulfuric acid on me. I was stabbed 18 times and died on the spot. Harry issued a statement of forgiveness to my killers, saying I was malicious and deserved to die. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Harry asked me to print those documents. ***** “Janice, why are you being so secretive? What’s in that folder you’re copying?” My best friend Gina Riddle’s familiar voice reached my ears. I suddenly came back to my senses, focusing on the folder in my hands. I reflexively touched my neck, the phantom pain of my decapitation still lingering. Looking at Gina, who was questioning me with ill intent, I glanced down at the folder in my hands and realized I had truly been reborn. I had returned to the day Harry asked me to help print those documents. In my previous life, because the printer in Harry’s faculty housing was broken, he asked me to help print 60 copies of what he called “private student documents.” When he asked me to print them, he emphasized that these documents contained student privacy and instructed me not to peek at them or show them to anyone else. I obediently followed his instructions. Even when Gina was curious and wanted to see, I didn’t open the folder or reveal a single word to her. But I never expected that one week after I handed the folder to Harry, I would become the target of cyberbullying and trend online. That’s when I learned that what Harry had me print were sixty student exam papers. On the blank back of each exam paper was printed a suggestive bedroom photo of a female student. Though blurry, the students still recognized it was their classmate, Tabitha Moore. These photos printed on the back of the exam papers were photographed by students and spread online. Rumors spread rapidly. Many perverted men began harassing Tabitha. Her classmates labeled her a “slut” and other terrible names. Unable to withstand the online abuse, Tabitha jumped from the school building and took her own life. Eventually, they discovered I was the one who printed the exam papers. They believed I was the culprit who spread rumors about Tabitha. I couldn’t defend myself, so I brought Gina, who was staying at my house that day, to testify for me. Unexpectedly, Gina, also a teacher, stood up and accused me instead. “Janice often complained about that girl to me, calling her a vixen who dressed provocatively to seduce her husband. It’s the 21st century—people have the freedom to dress how they want. I never thought she could be so malicious.” “Also, Janice was indeed secretively printing many documents that day and wouldn’t let me see them. I suspect she had already printed those photoshopped nude pictures on the back of the exam papers!” “She killed an innocent child because of her jealousy. It’s absolutely vicious!” She posted this video accusing me online. When the victim’s family saw it, they were furious. They found me and threw sulfuric acid on my face. The pain left me unable to resist as they took a knife to my neck. They had to hack at my neck 18 times before my head was finally severed… Instead of seeking justice for me, Harry wrote a letter of forgiveness for my killers, joining the online mob in saying I deserved to die. Thinking about all that had happened, I carefully examined the folder in my hands. Without a doubt, those exam papers already had the photoshopped bedroom photos of the female student printed on the back. But I couldn’t understand why Harry, as a high school teacher, would want to harm Tabitha. I couldn’t figure out why both Gina and Harry kicked me when I was down after I was framed. I began to suspect that I was their real target all along. I turned on my phone’s voice recorder and looked at the preoccupied Gina with a smile. “These are student private files Harry asked me to print. He told me not to look, so I don’t know what’s inside.” Gina looked a bit nervous. “If he told you not to tell, should you really be telling me?” “What’s there to worry about? We’re best friends, aren’t we?” I replied with a smile, weighing the documents in my hand. I believe that since heaven has given me a second chance, I can definitely avoid the tragedy of my previous life.

Gina laughed awkwardly and headed to the guest room with a strange look on her face. To prevent them from framing me again, I opened the folder in the middle of the night and completely destroyed the female student’s photos, replacing them with intimate pictures of Gina and Harry that only showed half of their faces. The next day, I handed the folder with sixty documents directly to Harry. I felt secretly smug, thinking the events from my previous life wouldn’t repeat themselves. A week later, Tabitha, the female student from their school, still committed suicide and became a trending topic. This time, Tabitha didn’t jump from the school building. Instead, she chose to jump into the river late at night. Due to the rapid currents, her body still hadn’t been found downstream. The police only discovered her shoes, a suicide note, and surveillance footage of her jumping at the riverbank. That afternoon, there was an urgent knocking at my door. A group of people and several police officers stood at the entrance, with Harry and Gina among them. Harry approached me with a grim expression and accused, “You spread rumors and caused someone’s death.” “I never thought you could be so vicious!” Just like in my previous life, Harry blamed me without distinguishing right from wrong. I said with certainty, “You were the one who asked me to print those exam papers. You know I’m being wrongfully accused, so why are you slandering me?” “At a time like this, you’re still making excuses? The police are here, and you still won’t confess?” Gina, standing nearby, chimed in, “That’s right. You know what you did. If you admit your crime now, you might still be forgiven.” Gina clung to Harry’s arm, leaning against him, her gaze toward me full of defiance. In my previous life, I suffered tremendously because of the testimonies from these two people who were closest to me. I coldly retorted, “Where’s your evidence? Be careful, or I’ll sue you for defamation!” This was the first time I didn’t show any courtesy to the two people in front of me, and they were stunned. Gina glared darkly and complained to Harry, “Look at her, she even dares to threaten us…” Harry exploded in anger, “Janice, you dare threaten us! You killed someone, and you’ll definitely go to prison!” I couldn’t be bothered to argue with these people again, so I turned to the police, “Officer, I’ve never spread rumors or slandered Tabitha. Please investigate thoroughly.” The visiting officer asked, “Your husband and this lady testified that you printed the exam papers…” After thinking for a few seconds, I countered, “Don’t you find it suspicious? Their printer was broken, but every office at their school has a printer. Why did Harry specifically ask me to help him print? And coincidentally, on that very day, Gina made an excuse to stay at my house. I have reason to suspect they conspired to frame me.” Seeing the police officer seriously considering this point, Harry and Gina, standing nearby, became anxious. At that moment, Tabitha’s mother, Amanda Moore, pushed through the crowd and rushed toward me, her face contorted with rage as she shouted, “You’re so evil. How could you print my daughter’s photos on the back of exam papers… “You must compensate us! Looking at how grand your place is, give me 500 million dollars, and I’ll drop the matter.” Hearing these outrageous, morally manipulative words, I couldn’t help but laugh. Seeing me laugh, Amanda seemed to have caught something, and accused me with a venomous, mocking tone, “You deserve a horrible death! How dare you laugh at a time like this!” I looked at her with contempt and said, “I’ve seen those photos. They’re blurry and unclear. As a mother, you don’t care about your daughter’s reputation and readily admit those are her photos. You really love her, don’t you? “Or is it that you don’t care about your daughter’s life at all and want to exchange it for money to buy your son a house?” Amanda, as if I had hit the nail on the head, immediately retorted, “You’re talking nonsense!”

I opened my phone and pulled up that photo. “Take a good look. Is this your daughter? “Although this photo is blurry, does your daughter also have a mole at the corner of her eye? Why do I feel like this photo resembles Gina more than Tabitha?” When Gina heard this, she quickly glanced at the photo. In her panic, she immediately tried to snatch my phone, but I swiftly dodged her. She glared at me, her eyes full of resentment. “Janice, don’t go too far! How dare you claim this is my photo. Stop your slander.” “Isn’t killing Tabitha enough? Now you want to ruin my reputation and drive me to suicide too? Is that it?” I gazed at her performance with indifference. “Well, your mom’s just a masseuse, so of course you don’t care about reputation. But we’re different—our parents have respectable jobs…” With that simple taunt, she struck my most hidden secret. I immediately slapped her across the face. “Gina, do you think you have any right to say such things?” Gina and I were neighbors, and we had played together since childhood. That day, when Gina’s house caught fire, my father ran in without hesitation and rescued her. Yet Gina kept crying and screaming for my father to go back in to save her kitten. As a result, my father never came out again… Having lost the pillar of our family, my mother could only earn money by giving massages at home. Even though Gina had caused my father’s death, neither my mother nor I ever blamed her. I never imagined that today, the way my mother made a living would be turned into a knife to hurt me. When Harry saw me slap Gina, he immediately pulled her into his arms, his face full of concern. “Janice, if you dare hit Gina again, we’re getting divorced. A vicious woman like you should leave with nothing. You don’t deserve to be my wife! “As a teacher, I certainly can’t have a murderer for a wife. Why don’t you pay compensation and then die in prison?” Although I had already seen through this man, it was only at this moment that I truly felt disgusted. Just a country boy who’d climbed the social ladder—nothing worth holding onto. Fighting back the pain in my heart, I coldly looked at the onlookers. “I’ll say it again: I had nothing to do with Tabitha’s death, and I didn’t spread any rumors. Either show me concrete evidence, or get out.” Seeing my strength and fearlessness, everyone was intimidated by my demeanor. As the crowd began to hesitate, Gina stepped forward. She took a deep breath and said, “Actually, Janice has badmouthed Tabitha in front of me many times. She even said Tabitha dressed provocatively, was a seductress, and was always running to Harry’s office—implying they had something going on… “She once asked me for Tabitha’s photo, and I gave it to her without thinking. Now I realize she wanted it to photoshop. After Tabitha died, she told me more than once that Tabitha deserved it.” Her words caused an uproar among the crowd. Hearing this, Amanda gained confidence and began to brazenly negotiate a price with me. The police officer standing nearby now looked at me with scrutiny. Seeing everyone’s indignation, Gina continued to fabricate lies. “Although Janice and I grew up together, I can’t betray my conscience. “I never imagined my good friend would be someone with such malicious intentions.” She pretended to wipe tears from the corner of her eye, looking at me with satisfaction. I calmly replied, “Don’t you understand what ‘concrete evidence’ means? You think your words alone can prove I’m guilty? “Don’t be ridiculous.” Seeing that I wasn’t bothered at all, she gritted her teeth and said emphatically, “I’m just telling what I’ve seen and heard. I don’t want everyone to be deceived by you. You killed Tabitha—that’s a fact! You’re a murderer!” I let out a scornful laugh. “Well, I’m afraid you’ll be disappointed. I’m not a murderer.” Then, in front of the police and everyone present, I called toward the inner room. “You can come out now.” A thin figure emerged from the bedroom at the far end. When the police and the crowd saw this person’s face, their eyes widened in shock, trembling and speechless.

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After completing the discharge procedures and returning to the ward, I witnessed my husband, Gary Carter, walking into the nursery. Confused, I was about to push the door open when I saw him switch my daughter’s incubator with the one next to it. At that moment, I heard a woman’s sweet voice. “Gary, I’m so grateful. I promise I’ll take good care of your daughter from now on.” Gary looked at her lovingly and vowed, “From this moment on, Laura is my baby girl. I’m her father. I’ll definitely treat her as my own daughter and give her the very best. As for the baby in your arms, send her to the countryside for your mother to raise.” Outside the room, I trembled with rage. Nicole Phillips was Gary’s childhood friend. To give her a complete family, he was willing to sacrifice my daughter. Since he treated us this way, I decided to fight back. Inside the ward, Gary put his arm around Nicole and said, “Nicole, trust me. When Laura grows up, I’ll make sure she accepts you as her mother!” Looking at the two of them embracing and crying, I clenched my fists in fury. How could Gary be so heartless? Suddenly, a baby’s cry from a nearby ward interrupted my thoughts. I turned and slowly walked toward the room, but didn’t comfort the crying baby, just standing coldly to the side. Hearing the cries, Gary burst through the door. Seeing me standing by indifferently, he shoved me to the floor. “Why didn’t you comfort her when she was crying? As her mother, how could you just stand there watching her cry?” Gary gently picked up the baby, the disgust in his eyes instantly replaced with tenderness. But I clearly remembered that he never liked children before. He had repeatedly urged me to get an abortion. When I refused, Gary had angrily told me, “If you insist on having this baby, then you’ll raise it yourself. I won’t take care of it!” Nicole quickly followed him into the ward. With reddened eyes, she hurried to Gary’s side and took the baby from him, cradling and soothing her. The baby’s cries gradually subsided, and soon she fell peacefully asleep. Gary sneered, “See? Nicole got the baby to sleep right away. You’re useless.” Then he turned to Nicole, his face full of concern. I watched it all silently, laughing bitterly to myself as I swallowed this pain. I struggled to my feet, wanting to leave, but at the doorway I collided with a nurse carrying a baby. The nurse said, “Ms. Phillips, your daughter has a high fever. Please come check on her!” The baby’s face was sickly pale, wrapped only in thin, tattered cloth. I stood frozen, tears streaming down my face. This was my real daughter, Anne Carter!

I whipped my head around to look at Gary, curious about his reaction. However, Gary seemed as if he hadn’t heard a thing, focusing only on Nicole and the baby in her arms. I felt nothing but disappointment. His blatant favoritism toward Nicole was so obvious, yet I hadn’t noticed it at all before. Nicole showed no intention of leaving either. Gary said, “Newborns have weak immune systems. It’s perfectly normal for them to catch minor illnesses.” He impatiently ordered me, “Nicole is busy right now. Go help her by taking the baby.” At this point, I was too worried to care about them anymore. Anxiously, I took Anne into my arms. As soon as I got close to her, I could clearly feel Anne’s abnormal body temperature. Holding back my anger, I said, “Nicole, please look at your daughter. If this continues, her condition will only get worse!” Gary scolded me, “You’re so useless. Don’t order Nicole around. Get out of here before you make things worse!” Before I could respond, he rushed over, snatched Anne from my arms, and roughly tossed her onto the nearby bed. Anne hit the bed hard and burst into tears. Gary reached out and covered Anne’s mouth, deliberately lowering his voice as he reprimanded her, “Shut up! Don’t disturb others who are sleeping!” Anne’s face turned bright red, only able to make muffled sounds. My heart ached, but I felt powerless. Eventually, Nicole found Anne too noisy and had to take her back to her own hospital room. Gary went back to taking care of Laura. Deeply concerned about Anne, I seized the opportunity to sneak to Nicole’s hospital room door. Anne had been carelessly placed aside by Nicole, curled up and shivering. Nurses came in and out, checking Anne’s temperature several times, while Nicole didn’t even glance at her. Nicole sat nearby, casually talking on the phone: “Mom, I’m preparing to leave the hospital. Come tomorrow and take this child away! I don’t want to deal with her anymore. Do whatever you want with her.” I thought with surprise, “Why is she in such a hurry to send Anne away?” I absolutely couldn’t let Anne be sent to the countryside to suffer abuse! For Anne’s future, I had to switch these two babies back as soon as possible! The next morning, I deliberately tore Laura’s baby clothes and smashed her bottle as well. Seeing the mess, Gary lost his temper and yelled at me impatiently. “How can you be so clumsy? Nicole is always so careful!” Just then, Laura woke up and started crying loudly because she was hungry. Gary quickly turned to comfort her. To prevent Laura from going hungry, he had no choice but to go out immediately to buy emergency supplies from a baby store. Before leaving, he warned me harshly, “Take good care of her. If I come back and find any more problems with my daughter, I’ll be very angry!” Then Gary left with Nicole. Watching them walk out of the hospital arm in arm, I didn’t have time to think twice. I avoided the nurses and quickly switched the two babies back. But I kept worrying that Gary and Nicole would discover what I had done. Just as I was thinking this, I looked up and saw an elderly woman pacing back and forth outside Nicole’s hospital room. She muttered to herself, “Nicole asked me to come pick up the baby. Why can’t I find her?”

I immediately recalled what Nicole had said on the phone yesterday. I guessed that the elderly woman before me must be her mother. In a flash of insight, I took the initiative to link arms with the elderly woman. “You’re here to pick up Nicole’s daughter, aren’t you? I’m her friend. She had to step out for an emergency and asked me to hand the child over to you.” As I spoke, I enthusiastically led the elderly woman into the hospital room and without hesitation handed Nicole’s child to her. The elderly woman took Laura, examined her briefly, and thanked me repeatedly with a smile. As she was leaving, I heard her mutter to herself: “This girl is so adorable, she’ll definitely fetch a good price.” After watching her leave, I breathed a sigh of relief. I knew Nicole’s mother wasn’t a good person either. By the time Nicole and Gary returned, I had already taken care of everything. Gary rushed into the hospital room and began frantically searching for the baby. “Where’s Anne? Where has Anne gone?” Seeing me sitting motionless on the hospital bed, he frowned and said harshly: “Why are you sitting there again? Don’t tell me you’ve abandoned Anne somewhere again?” I held Anne in my arms and turned slightly, blocking Gary’s view. “Anne is already asleep. Don’t wake her up.” I gestured for him to lower his voice. Only then did Gary notice Anne sleeping in my arms, and reluctantly closed his mouth. Meanwhile, Nicole received the news that Laura had been picked up by her mother. They both firmly believed that the real Anne had been sent to the countryside, completely unaware that the two babies had been switched. In the days after we left the hospital, Gary showered Anne with care and gave her the very best of everything. He did everything possible to get Anne into the top local private school. On Anne’s tenth birthday, Gary even bought her a luxury apartment. At first, Nicole would sneak into my home to visit Anne when I wasn’t around, using my things and sleeping in my guest room. I pretended not to notice until she became increasingly presumptuous. She frequently came to my house for meals, hypocritically holding my hand and expressing her desire to be Anne’s godmother, while constantly saying things to drive a wedge between us. I ignored Nicole and Gary’s little movements under the table and their provocative glances. But she genuinely cared about Anne, bringing many gifts each visit, wanting to give Anne everything. With their contributions, my burden was considerably lightened. I thought life would continue peacefully this way, until one day a relative visiting for dinner casually remarked: “Anne looks more and more like her parents!” I froze, catching a glimpse of Gary’s face suddenly changing color. From that day on, his attitude toward Anne gradually cooled. I tried to fabricate lies to cover the truth, but as Anne grew older, similar comments became more frequent. The truth eventually came to light. One day, after picking Anne up from school, I had barely stepped through the door when Gary violently pushed me to the ground. He grabbed my collar and roared furiously: “This isn’t my daughter! Give me back my daughter!”

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After my third dive searching for my missing fiancé Victor Crowe, I had a miscarriage. When I woke up and learned he was still alive, I pulled out the IV and stumbled back home. At my doorstep, I overheard Victor telling his friends, “Cordelia had a child with her ex-husband Damien Sinclair. Who knows if she still has feelings for him? I’m not satisfied with just marrying her like this. I’d rather set up a test to see if she’s willing to risk her life to save me.” Someone worried, “What if Cordelia finds out you tricked her and wants to break up?” Victor smiled confidently, “She’s easy to handle. Get her to sign a marriage certificate, throw a wedding, and she’ll obediently fall in line.” Two weeks later, I placed my miscarriage papers on my wedding dress and left him at the altar. The arrogant Victor cried until his eyes were red, searching all over Los Angeles for his bride. When I woke up in the hospital, the nurse told me I had miscarried. Ignoring the pain in my body, I opened my phone to check the message from the police. They said Victor hadn’t drowned and his location showed he was at Draco Villa. My tense nerves finally relaxed. Without waiting for the IV to finish, I immediately pulled out the needle and took a taxi to Draco Villa. But just before pushing the door open, I heard him saying to his friends: “Cordelia had a child with Damien. Who knows if she still has feelings for him?” My hand froze before knocking. I quietly walked to the window and saw Victor swirling his wine glass, lamenting, “I could have chosen from plenty of untainted women to bring home, yet I got engaged to her. Being too devoted makes me feel resentful.” Someone asked, “So Mr. Crowe, you pretended to drown just to test your importance in Cordelia’s heart?” Victor sipped his wine: “She fears water, yet got a diving certificate for Damien, and never dived again after their divorce. Even when I begged her, she refused to go snorkeling with me in Hawaii. It’s just aquaphobia—she overcame it for Damien but won’t make an exception for me? Such obvious preferential treatment clearly shows she still has feelings for her ex-husband.” The crowd murmured in agreement. Someone opened their phone and excitedly showed the screen to Victor. “Mr. Crowe, look! This woman in a black wetsuit captured by the drone yesterday at the shore looks exactly like Cordelia.” Victor examined it carefully, his mood instantly brightening. “At least she has a conscience.” “Aren’t you afraid Cordelia will discover your deception and demand a breakup, Mr. Crowe?” Victor twisted the engagement ring on his finger, smiling carelessly: “What’s there to fear? She’s easy to appease. Considering she was willing to risk her life diving to find me, I’ll reluctantly take her to get our marriage certificate. This issue will definitely be forgotten.” A chorus of teasing erupted around him. “That’s Mr. Crowe for you, keeping Cordelia firmly under control.” “A woman who’s had a child—marrying Mr. Crowe is like winning the lottery. She should know her place and be completely devoted.” Victor drank his wine slowly, neither confirming nor denying these degrading comments about me. His silent approval was like a knife, tearing my heart to bloody shreds. I looked down at the hospital gown I was wearing. Clutching my aching abdomen, I wiped away my flowing tears and quietly left. I was like a clown making a pathetic exit from the stage.

Lying in the hospital bed, I recalled some memories from the past. Before my family, the Belmont family, fell from grace, both Victor and Damien had pursued me. I accepted Damien’s confession and gave birth to his daughter. Unfortunately, she died due to premature birth. Not long after, the Belmont family went bankrupt. Damien’s mother, Amanda Sinclair, despised me for no longer being able to help Damien’s company, and began creating endless problems. She even threatened to kill herself to force Damien to divorce me. After the divorce, I was left with nothing. For a long time, I struggled just to make ends meet, my days both exhausting and bitter. It was Victor who gave me a flower shop. He tucked a small blooming sunflower behind my ear and said to me, “Cordelia, I hope you’ll grow toward the sun.” From that moment on, I noticed Victor, who had been quietly watching over me all along. After spending a year together, I confirmed that my feelings weren’t just gratitude or settling for second best, but genuine affection, and I accepted his confession. For three years of our relationship, I loved him sincerely. Six months ago, we got engaged, and Victor said he longed for a child of our own. For this, I gritted my teeth and took hundreds of doses of medicine. I had planned to give him the news of my pregnancy as a birthday gift. But now, there was no need. Three days after being hospitalized, I returned to the marital home I shared with Victor. He was wearing an apron, cooking in the kitchen. Seeing me return, he immediately embraced me and apologized softly. “Darling, I was wrong. I got a leg cramp while swimming, and after being rescued, I was unconscious for a while, which is why I forgot to contact you. I’ve made all your favorite dishes. Please don’t be angry anymore, okay?” I buried my face in his shoulder and sobbed. With my severely thin frame and deathly pale face, anyone would say I looked heartbroken. “You jerk! I spent three whole days diving to find you. I was so afraid you’d been swept away by the sea or eaten by sharks…” Victor patted my back, continuously comforting me. “It’s all my fault for making you worry. I promise you, I’ll never go snorkeling again. I’ll always stay by your side.” I continued to cry, barely able to catch my breath, and seemingly casually revealed a secret he didn’t know: “Back then, Damien took me diving, which caused my premature labor and the loss of my daughter. I had sworn never to go near the sea again. But when I thought you were in trouble, I jumped in without hesitation. Do you know how cold the water was, how scared and desperate I felt…” Victor’s body trembled. After his initial shock, deep guilt filled his eyes. What he had perceived as double standards or preferential treatment wasn’t proof that I didn’t love him at all. Remorse and regret overwhelmed him. That night, Victor held me and comforted me the entire time. In the days that followed, I stayed by his side constantly, with such devotion in my eyes that even I found it nauseating. My display of deep love pleased Victor immensely. It also greatly stimulated his desire to make amends. “Darling, the 28th of this month is an auspicious day. Why don’t we move our wedding up to that day?” How perfect. The fish has taken the bait.

During my hospital stay, my best friend Isabella Monroe came to visit me. When she learned that Victor had maliciously set me up, forcing me into the water and causing my miscarriage, she was so furious that she cursed his entire ancestry. “Should we beat him up and then break up with him?” “No, physical pain doesn’t last long enough. You need to make him regret it for the rest of his life!” Isabella advised me. “The best way to get revenge on a man is to take everything away when he’s in the spotlight, feeling happiest and most proud, thinking he has the whole world. Go back the day after tomorrow, show him your wounds, make him feel guilty and heartbroken. Help him pick out suits, plan the wedding, send invitations—weave him a beautiful wedding dream. Then on the wedding day, run away and throw the recording in his face. I guarantee he’ll lose his mind!” I followed her plan exactly, agreeing to Victor’s request for an early wedding and spending an entire day with him running all over Los Angeles. “Honey, a suit is just a suit, they’re all similar. I’ve already tried on more than twenty, can’t we just…” “Absolutely not,” I interrupted, pushing a white custom-made suit with diamond cufflinks into his hands while gazing into his eyes with feigned adoration. “I love you, and I want to announce to the world how important you are to me. I want everyone to know that my groom is unique and deserves the very best.” Victor’s ears suddenly turned red. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his head against my neck. “Darling, why the sudden declaration? It’s so cheesy, but I love it.” I smiled as I pried his hands away, gave a perfunctory response, and pushed him toward the fitting room. A minute later, Victor emerged in his new outfit. Honestly, the pure, immaculate white looked like a desecration when worn by such a black-hearted scoundrel. But I was exhausted after pretending to be affectionate all day, and all I wanted was to finish quickly and go home to rest. So I forced myself to compliment him despite my disgust, and let him pay for the suit. That evening, after Victor finished his shower, he embraced me under the covers and his fingers began to undo my nightgown. “Darling, give me a baby,” he whispered, his voice full of desire, instantly snapping me awake. I threw back the covers and ran to the bathroom, where I vomited violently. When I finished rinsing my mouth and stood up, I found Victor holding a pregnancy test, offering it to me with hopeful anticipation. “Darling, could you already be preg—” “Impossible!” I cut him off coldly. Just talking about pregnancy reminded me of the innocent child I had lost because of Victor’s competitive nature. Anger, guilt, and sorrow made it nearly impossible to maintain my facade of calm. My sudden coldness and rejection froze Victor in place, his expression darkening. I pretended not to notice, walking past him to return to bed. A few minutes later, seemingly having consoled himself, he came to embrace me again, saying, “Darling, I’m not forcing you to have a baby. I just thought since you’ve been taking so many medications, if by chance you were pregnant, you wouldn’t have to suffer anymore…” Suddenly, a message notification interrupted his tender speech. Victor glanced at it, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Darling, I have an urgent matter at the company. You go to sleep first, don’t wait up for me.” With that, he changed into a shirt, tied a pink tie, and hurried out. My instincts told me something was wrong, so I called a cab and carefully followed him. The car stopped at a detached house in a neighborhood just two kilometers from our home. As soon as Victor got out, a woman in a bunny girl outfit threw herself into his arms. I watched as they passionately kissed, then Victor pulled off his pink tie, bound her hands with it, and led her inside with a mischievous smile. The nausea I had just suppressed came rushing back. I leaned against a tree, feeling like I might vomit up my bile. Tears blurred my vision. Despite the sweltering summer night, I felt chilled to the bone. “Cordelia, oh Cordelia, is this the good home you found for yourself?” Victor wasn’t just corrupt at heart—he was thoroughly corrupt. His decade-long act as a caring, silently devoted partner was all just a performance. Early the next morning, Victor returned with a sandwich. “Honey, this is your favorite breakfast. I waited in line for over an hour to get it.” Victor acted like we were still in the honeymoon phase, trying to feed me the sandwich himself. I was hungry and too drained to resist, so I let him. Halfway through eating, the furniture installers I had scheduled weeks ago arrived. While Victor went to supervise them, I picked up his phone. His password was the date we got together. I had trusted him completely. Or perhaps he was just too convincing at pretending to be madly in love with me. Either way, I had never checked his phone before. And now, reality slapped me hard in the face. In a chat with someone saved as “Aria,” the messages were too explicit to bear. There were provocative invitations from last night and a message sent just ten minutes ago: [Victor, I made this sandwich with my own hands, filled with all my love for you. Make sure you eat every bite~] The sandwich in my hand dropped heavily. The food in my mouth suddenly became impossible to swallow. I spat it into a napkin and threw it in the trash. After checking Aria’s Facebook, I discovered she had been sleeping with Victor for six years. Their relationship had continued uninterrupted until now. Every night he claimed to be working late or on business trips, they were actually having an affair at his villa. In that moment, I realized I might actually be the other woman. My hatred for Victor reached its peak. I put down the phone and went to find Isabella. “What should I do? I can’t keep pretending. I want to confront him.” When Isabella learned that Victor had been keeping a mistress and wouldn’t cut ties even as our wedding approached, she became even more furious than I was. “That bastard! That animal! I want to cut him up and see if he can still fool around!” After her outburst, she hugged me comfortingly. “Just hang in there a little longer. Only two weeks left. I’ve booked you a ticket abroad and arranged a position at my brother’s company. You can stay overseas and never return to this heartbreaking place.” When I got home, Victor hadn’t returned from work yet. Looking at the wedding dress hanging in the closet, I didn’t hesitate to take scissors and cut it to shreds. In the evening, Victor came home from work. I took out the wedding invitations and asked him to write them himself. “Honey, there are over two hundred invitations. How long will it take me to finish? Can’t my assistant do this instead, hmm?” “Too much trouble? Then maybe we shouldn’t get married at all.” Victor immediately panicked and wrapped his arms tightly around my waist. He held me so firmly, as if I were a treasure he might lose if he let go. “Honey, don’t joke about that. I’ve waited ten years for this day. Marrying you is my greatest wish in life.” He kissed my forehead, his gaze tender. “Why don’t we go get our marriage license tomorrow? There’s still half a month to go, but I can’t wait…” Half-jokingly, I said, “You’re so nervous. Did you do something to hurt me and now you’re feeling guilty?” The arm around my waist suddenly stiffened. Victor’s entire body tensed, and his eyes became evasive. “How could I? I love you more than anything. Oh, the ink is drying up. I need to keep writing…” My heart felt bitter and disappointed. On the invitation, he wrote in gold lettering: [I’ll Love You Forever]. Victor looked up and smiled at me, “Honey, days like these feel like a beautiful dream. I’m really looking forward to it.” Good that he’s looking forward to it. That way, his heartbreak will be even deeper. At two in the morning, he finally finished writing all the invitations. Victor put them away with satisfaction and went to the bathroom to wash up. I secretly took one invitation, planning a surprise for the wedding where the bride would be absent. But I never expected my plan would face complications. Ten days before the wedding, Damien called me. He started with, “Victor is cheating on you.” Afraid he might interfere with my plan, I agreed to meet him at a café. As soon as we sat down, he pushed a thick stack of photos toward me. Without even looking at them, I asked, “So what?” Damien was momentarily stunned. After recovering, he became extremely agitated. “You knew he was cheating all along and still want to marry this complete waste? Are you insane, Cordelia Belmont?” I remained unmoved. I took a sip of my coffee and countered, “And what’s the alternative? Should I go back to a mama’s boy like you, get divorced again, and lose my daughter and all my assets?” Damien instantly deflated: “No, don’t say that… Cordelia, I love you. I haven’t touched another woman in the four years since you left, I…” I couldn’t help but laugh mockingly: “Do you men have some kind of loyalty quota to fulfill? Always performing these pathetic acts.” I picked up my bag, ready to leave. But Damien grabbed my wrist. “Cordelia, I wronged you before. I won’t stop you from pursuing happiness, but I can’t stand by and watch you jump into the fire. Victor probably only pursued you to spite me in the first place—he doesn’t love you at all!” With a loud slap, I struck him across the face. “Are you proud of belittling me? In your mind, am I just a fallen heiress who doesn’t deserve happiness, only fit to be a trophy in your male competition games?” “No, it’s not like that, Cordelia. Please don’t be angry. I just don’t want you to marry him and end up heartbroken. Let me take you away…” Damien begged desperately. But I pried his fingers off one by one and walked away without looking back. Clearly, Damien didn’t listen to me. In the days that followed, Victor nervously shadowed my every move. He’d nearly have a heart attack whenever I so much as checked the time on my phone. Of course, I knew rumors of his affair were spreading everywhere. But I pretended not to see or know anything. I took him to amusement parks, to watch the sunrise, to stroll hand in hand around our old university campus, and to buy cotton candy together. At each place, I nostalgically recalled details of how he had pursued me. Isabella was right—you have to make a man remember how hard he worked to win you, so he’ll regret it more deeply when he loses you. Sure enough, after several such outings, combined with his guilt over the cheating scandal, the love in Victor’s eyes when he looked at me grew increasingly intense. He stayed up for two nights straight designing a fireworks display called “Ten Years” to be set off on our wedding night. He personally reviewed every detail of the wedding, meticulously considering even which flowers should go where. He even spent fifty million dollars to buy a star and name it after me to commemorate our marriage. “Darling, we’re getting married soon, right?” he asked. “Of course, the wedding is the day after tomorrow.” Victor held my hand, asking me to make a promise. “Darling, promise me that even if you discover I’ve made mistakes, you won’t leave me. You can hit me or scold me, I’ll change, but please don’t abandon me…” I joked, “Is getting married making you this nervous? There’s still one day left—it’s not too late to cancel the wedding.” Victor, this was the last chance I was giving you. Unfortunately, he refused it. “Darling, don’t scare me. We will get married. I absolutely must make you my wife.” On our wedding day, I woke up very early. I placed my abortion papers and Damien’s photos on top of the shredded wedding dress. Just before my flight took off, I received a photo from Victor. In the luxurious wedding venue, he stood in a perfectly tailored white suit. Holding roses, he looked nervous yet excited. “Darling, you must look beautiful today. I can’t wait to say ‘I do’ in front of everyone.” Suddenly, I found myself looking forward to it. I was eager to see Victor’s expression two hours later when he discovered I had fled and Aria was the bride instead.

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At three in the morning, I was awakened by my two roommates chatting in the bed next to mine. I turned on my bedside lamp and angrily snapped, “Emily, what are you and Jessica talking about in the middle of the night? I’m trying to sleep!” Emily Wilson immediately shot back, “Megan, are you crazy? I was sleeping, not talking. And who’s Jessica? Are you having delusions or something?” Her words instantly jolted me awake. I blinked, only to realize that Jessica Carter, who had been sleeping in the bed next to mine, was gone. Not only had her blanket, shoes, and toothbrush disappeared, but her name had also vanished from the dorm duty roster on the wall. I clutched the ten dollars Jessica had given me earlier that day in my pocket, firmly believing Emily was lying. But Laura Baker, who occupied the other bed, looked at me with confusion and said, “Megan, don’t freak me out. There’s no one named Jessica in our entire school.” Our dorm room was a standard four-person room at the university. Since the first day of college, the four of us had lived together. I clearly remembered that just last Wednesday, the three of us had pooled our money to buy Jessica a birthday cake to celebrate her twentieth birthday. But now Emily and Laura were telling me there was no one named Jessica at our school. That’s impossible. I grabbed Emily’s shirt and said, “Emily, you’re joking, right? You and Jessica were inseparable, together all the time. You can’t possibly forget her.” Emily, annoyed at being woken up, impatiently shook my hand off. “You’re the one who’s joking. I’ve never even heard of Jessica, let alone known her. Are you staying up just to scare us? So childish!” With that, she yanked her blanket over herself. I looked over at Laura. She pointed to the duty roster on the wall and said, “Megan, you must not have slept well and can’t tell dreams from reality. Look at our duty roster—there have only ever been three of us in this room.” I stared into her eyes and couldn’t detect any sign that she was lying. But this couldn’t be right. The memories of attending classes and having meals with Jessica were still vivid in my mind. I couldn’t believe she had just vanished into thin air. I quickly pulled out my phone. “Last week when Jessica had her birthday, we took a group photo. It’s still in my phone. I’ll show you.” I scrolled through the photos in my gallery until I found that group picture. But what I saw shocked me. Jessica, who had been standing between Laura and me wearing a birthday hat, had somehow been replaced by Emily. And searching through my entire photo gallery, I couldn’t find a single picture of Jessica. Laura curiously leaned over. “I told you Jessica doesn’t exist. It was Emily who had a birthday last week. You and I even pooled money to buy that cake. Don’t you remember?” Of course I remembered! But despite all the information we could agree on, Jessica was missing. Yet her existence felt so real to me. I looked again at the increasingly disturbing photo and suddenly realized something strange. In my memory, Emily had taken this group photo of the three of us. I wondered, “If Emily appears in this photo, then who was the person behind the camera?”

“Kelly from the next dorm took that photo for us. If you don’t believe me, you can ask her tomorrow morning.” Laura’s explanation was flawless. If I kept pressing the issue, I was afraid she would really think I was mentally ill. But I just couldn’t believe it. After daybreak, I went to find Kelly Simmons. Kelly glanced at the photo and said, “Yes, I took this picture. I even had some of Emily’s birthday cake. Do you think the photo didn’t turn out well?” Looking at Kelly’s serious face, I was momentarily speechless. When we celebrated Jessica’s birthday, we never invited Kelly. Yet now she was confidently claiming she had attended our birthday party. I felt a chill run down my spine. I gripped her shoulders tightly and said, “Kelly, you’re our class monitor. You can’t lie. The birthday was clearly for Jessica!” “Jessica? There are only three people in your dorm, there’s no Jessica!” She pulled out our class dorm assignment sheet from her backpack. “Look, there’s no one named Jessica on the list,” she said, pointing to the Room 301 section. “Our dorm assignments were allocated based on entrance exam scores. Your group ended up with just three people. You three live in a four-person room. You even said how lucky you were at the time.” Indeed, Jessica’s name wasn’t on the list. But I suspected the list might be fake. Kelly seemed to read my mind and said, “If you don’t believe me, we’ll have to go see the principal.” I immediately agreed. Someone had mysteriously disappeared from my life, and if I didn’t get to the bottom of this, I would truly lose my mind. After hearing our concerns, the principal handed me a class enrollment roster containing everyone’s names and information. I examined it carefully. Everyone in our class was listed, except for Jessica. I thought, “Could my memory really be failing me? But how do I explain the ten dollars in my pocket?” I clearly remembered Jessica borrowing money for lunch and then giving me ten dollars. We even ran into the principal at the school cafeteria that day. Seeing me lost in thought, the principal patted my shoulder and said, “Megan, final exams are coming up soon. You’re under a lot of stress. If you’re not feeling well, you can take the afternoon off and go back to your dorm to rest.” I asked other classmates too. As expected, everyone had forgotten Jessica’s existence. Eventually, I took the principal’s advice and quietly returned to my dorm. The empty room felt frighteningly silent. I opened my computer to browse the internet. Suddenly, a missing person post caught my attention. [Please help me find a girl named Jessica.] My heart raced. I thought, “If Jessica never existed, why would someone be looking for her?” This was very strange. I planned to talk to my roommates again. But when Emily returned to the dorm that evening, she wouldn’t say a word to me. She probably thought I was completely insane. Laura looked at me sympathetically and said, “Emily didn’t sleep well last night, so she’s still upset. Don’t worry though. She’ll be fine tomorrow.” Putting myself in her shoes, I’d be angry too if my roommate woke me up in the middle of the night. It didn’t seem like the right time to discuss Jessica with them. After the lights went out, I lay in bed unable to fall asleep. After a while, as I was drifting off, I was awakened by voices again. The sound was coming from the bed across from mine. I looked over and was terrified. Jessica, who had vanished into thin air during the day, had reappeared!

Jessica was sitting on Emily’s bed wearing pink pajamas. She leaned close to Emily’s ear, whispering something. Emily couldn’t help but laugh. I was shocked after confirming that the two people in front of me were indeed Jessica and Emily. This time, instead of speaking up, I gently tapped Laura’s shoulder, who was sleeping on the same side as me. Half-asleep, Laura looked at me and asked, barely containing her anger: “Megan, what’s going on?” I leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Look at Emily’s bed. Isn’t that Jessica talking quietly with her?” Whether it was my tone or Jessica’s name, Laura’s face turned pale. After making sure I wasn’t joking, she put on her glasses and carefully looked toward the bed across from us. A minute later, she turned back to me in frustration, glaring: “Megan, you’re so annoying! There’s nobody else on Emily’s bed!” I asked in confusion, “You really can’t see her?” “Megan, you seriously need to see a doctor. This is the second time!” Laura looked at me like I was insane. If it had been Emily, she probably would have yelled at me already. Being treated like a mental patient twice in a row made me angry too. But when I turned on the lights, something shocking happened. Jessica on Emily’s bed had vanished. My anger instantly disappeared. I rubbed my eyes in disbelief. But I still only saw Emily lying in bed, sleeping. Now even I began to wonder if there was something wrong with my mental state. Just as I was hesitating about how to apologize to Laura, Emily suddenly woke up. Seeing the harsh light, she sat up angrily and said, “What are you two doing now? I’m trying to sleep!” Laura gave me a resentful look and said, “Ask Megan.” I quickly explained, “Emily, yes, I turned on the light because I saw Jessica on your bed…” “Jessica again! We’ve said this many times—this person doesn’t exist! She doesn’t exist!” “Megan, did I offend you somehow? Why do you keep preventing me from sleeping?” “I’ve had enough of you. I’m applying for a room change tomorrow!” After her angry outburst, Emily buried her head under the covers. I looked at Laura. Laura wasn’t speaking to me anymore either. After confirming I was completely awake, I turned off the light and looked at Emily’s bed again. This time, nothing unusual appeared. I closed my eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep. The next day, I felt disappointed seeing Emily’s empty bed. She must have been really angry to move out so early in the morning. I stopped Laura as she came out of the bathroom and said, “Laura, I’m really sorry about last night. I must be in a bad mental state lately.” “Do you know which dorm Emily moved to? I want to apologize to her.” Laura frowned and said something that sent chills down my spine: “What are you talking about? Who’s Emily?” I froze. Pointing at Emily’s bed, I asked, “Don’t you remember Emily?” Laura looked confused. “Why would I remember her?” I asked, “What about Jessica? Do you remember her?” Laura shook her head again. “Are they students planning to transfer to our dorm?” My heart sank. After forgetting Jessica, she had now forgotten Emily too. I wondered silently, what on earth was going on? “Has our room always had just the two of us living here?” I asked. “Yes, we’re lucky there are only twenty-two girls in our class. Otherwise, this luxury of having a four-person room for just two people wouldn’t have fallen to us!” Laura said proudly as she peeled off her face mask. I took out my phone and looked at the birthday photo again. Sure enough, Emily’s figure had disappeared from the picture. The person wearing the birthday hat had become Laura. Even on the duty roster posted on our dorm door, after Jessica’s name had vanished, Emily’s name had completely disappeared too. Our dorm originally had four people in total, and now two had gone missing. I worried that tonight, either I or Laura would be the next to encounter an accident. With a serious expression, I grabbed Laura’s hand and said, “Laura, why don’t we move out? I don’t think it’s safe with just the two of us in this four-person room.” “We’re on the fifth floor, and there’s a dorm manager downstairs. Boys can’t even get in here. It’s very safe.” Having lost all related memories, Laura had no awareness of the danger lurking around us. I didn’t know how to explain it to her. If I told her the truth, she would definitely think I was joking like yesterday, or that I was having another mental breakdown. Seeing her confused expression, I urgently said, “I’m just scared, okay? Please move out with me, will you?” Laura said very reluctantly, “Megan, I’m sorry. Finals are coming up soon. I don’t want to move out—it might affect my studying.” I knew she wouldn’t listen to me. Perhaps the only thing I could do now was investigate the truth behind all this. I sighed, suddenly remembering the post I saw online yesterday looking for Jessica. I thought perhaps the person who posted it might know some inside information. I opened my computer and found the post again. To my surprise, the post had been deleted, but the user was currently online. I sent them a direct message: [Hello, I saw your previous post looking for a student named Jessica. I just noticed you deleted the post. Have you found Jessica?] The person replied quickly: [Not yet.] [I know Jessica. Can we meet in person?] With all the strange things happening lately, I suggested meeting offline. After hesitating for a few minutes, they agreed to my request. We arranged to meet at the entrance of the university library half an hour later. When I saw their face, I exclaimed in surprise, “You…”

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After my rebirth, the first thing I did was replace all of my husband Declan Sullivan’s underwear with black ones. In my previous life, my brother Emmett Nelson’s wife Camila Carter had an affair behind his back. When I discovered the truth and told Emmett, Camila accused me first. Worse still, she somehow found two pairs of black underwear in my room that didn’t belong to Declan. I tried to explain, but Declan slapped me across the face without hesitation and lashed out at me verbally. Emmett looked at me with hatred in his eyes: “I always knew you disliked Camila, ever since the day she married me. But I never imagined you’d be so disgusting as to bring your affair partner home and then accuse Camila.” In the end, Emmett announced he was cutting ties with me, and Declan filed for divorce. In my despair, I walked out and was instantly killed by a truck. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Camila was having her affair at home. The sounds coming from the second-floor bedroom were like needles constantly piercing my nerves. I rubbed my throbbing temples, feeling the dull ache as I looked around the familiar scenes of the villa. I really had been reborn! I stared at the room upstairs where the intimate sounds were coming from, my eyes bloodshot. Damn Camila! She brought another man home, yet accused me. In my previous life, I had forgotten some company documents at home and called a taxi to retrieve them, only to accidentally witness Camila having an affair. I immediately called Emmett. But when he rushed back, Camila accused me first. I tried to explain, but she somehow found two pairs of black underwear in my room that didn’t belong to Declan. Because of those two pairs of underwear, I was branded as the cheater. Emmett decided to cut ties with me, and Declan immediately filed for divorce. In my despair, I wandered out of the house in a daze, and was instantly killed by a truck. This time, I would make Camila pay. With this in mind, instead of foolishly calling Emmett like before, I went straight to the nearest supermarket and bought two pairs of men’s black underwear. After my purchase, I returned to the villa. When I pushed open the door, Camila had just finished showering and was sitting on the sofa wrapped in a towel, watching TV. Seeing me, she was visibly startled. “Emma… why are you home so early today?” Usually, I would work at the company until eight or nine, but today I was home before six. Camila seemed flustered, especially when I stared directly at her neck. The reddish and purplish marks on her neck betrayed what had just happened. “Oh, there wasn’t much going on at the company today, so I left right at closing time,” I replied flatly. Camila nodded awkwardly. “I see.” Noticing my gaze still fixed on her neck, she hurried upstairs and changed into a turtleneck sweater. Around seven, Declan and Emmett returned home one after another. “Emma, I want to quit my job,” Emmett said tentatively while eating. In my previous life, he had also brought up quitting at this time, saying he wasn’t happy at the company. After our parents died, he became my only family, so I arranged for him to work at my company. But shortly after my death, he and Camila joined forces to take over my business, turning him into a successful entrepreneur. “Fine, go ahead and quit,” I said casually. Hearing this, Camila’s face showed a hint of smugness, and she exchanged glances with Emmett. Emmett said, “Emma, no matter where else I work, no one appreciates my talent like you do. So maybe…” Before he could finish, I put down my fork coldly and interrupted, “Maybe you should go beg on the streets.” Emmett’s face immediately darkened. “What kind of talk is that?” “Emmett is actually thinking of you. How can a woman like you manage such a big company with only Declan’s help? You need more men to help you run it properly,” Camila said while peeling a shrimp for me. But remembering her intimate moments in bed earlier, even this shrimp made my stomach turn with disgust. “My company isn’t short on staff right now,” I responded coldly, shutting down all their subsequent arguments with that one sentence. Emmett angrily threw down his fork and walked away. In the past, I would have definitely chased after him to make amends. But now, living a second life, I wouldn’t do that anymore.

The next day happened to be Emmett’s birthday. Declan and I took the day off to rest at home. When Emmett saw me, his anger from last night clearly hadn’t subsided, and his face showed displeasure. During breakfast, Emmett deliberately ignored me. That suited me just fine, as I couldn’t be bothered to deal with him either. As we were finishing breakfast, Emmett finally couldn’t help but ask, “Emma, it’s my birthday tonight. What gift are you planning to give me?” As soon as he spoke, Camila, who was standing nearby, also showed a curious expression. Every year on Emmett’s birthday, I not only prepared a birthday gift for him but also gave Camila an expensive present. I said, “I’ve prepared a surprise for both of you. You’ll find out soon enough.” Emmett grinned from ear to ear, and Camila looked full of anticipation. I hoped they would still be able to smile when they saw my gift. At six in the evening, guests began arriving at the villa. Most were Emmett’s friends and classmates, including Jackson Watson, the man Camila was having an affair with. I found the chef and arranged all the dishes, with dinner set to begin promptly at seven. I pulled Emmett to the wine cellar to get some wine, using the opportunity to tell him about Camila’s affair. Emmett said in disbelief, “Emma, that’s impossible! Don’t talk nonsense!” Seeing Emmett’s expression, I deliberately said in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, “Camila is having an affair. She brings men home to sleep with. Do you understand?” Just like in my previous life, Emmett clearly didn’t believe me. He paused for half a second, then grabbed Camila’s arm as she was coming to call us for dinner and asked, “Emma says you’re having an affair. Is that true?” Camila looked at Emmett in confusion, her eyes immediately welling up with tears. “What are you saying, Emmett? I’ve been married to you for so many years. Don’t you know what kind of person I am?” “You really haven’t had an affair?” Emmett looked suspicious. Camila swore, “If I’ve had an affair, may heaven punish me!” With just a few sentences, Camila successfully dispelled Emmett’s doubts. It was the same in my previous life. As long as Camila acted hurt and swore an oath, Emmett’s heart immediately sided with her. And no matter how I tried to defend myself, just because two black underwear that didn’t belong to me or Declan appeared in my room, I was condemned by everyone. However, in this life, I would not let Camila off so easily. I stepped forward and said with a cold smile, “Camila, how dare you say such things?” Seeing me approach, Camila’s already red eyes looked even more wronged. “Emma, because you’re Emmett’s sister, I’ve always been respectful toward you and done as you said. I respect you, but how can you slander me like this?” I said, “I’m slandering you? How am I slandering you?” It was ridiculous that she would accuse me of slander when I had seen everything with my own eyes. Camila took a deep breath, as if she had made some kind of decision, and said to me, “Do you really want to do this? I didn’t want to say anything, but since you insist on slandering me today, I have no choice but to speak up.”

Hearing this, Emmett looked curious. Everyone who came to the birthday party gathered around after hearing the commotion, including Declan. Glancing at Declan, Camila pursed her lips and said to me, “I could have pretended not to know about this and kept quiet, since we’re all family. But I don’t understand what I’ve done wrong to deserve such slander from you. “You’re sleeping with someone behind Declan’s back, then accusing me of it. I know I’m not from a wealthy background, and you’ve always thought I wasn’t good enough for Emmett, wanting us to divorce. But in all these years of marriage, I’ve always been faithful. “You can’t frame me for cheating just because you don’t like me!” After Camila finished speaking, she looked utterly wronged. Emmett and everyone around were shocked. Declan was stunned. “Emma, you!” All eyes moved back and forth between Declan and me, faces full of curiosity. Emmett pulled the nearly tearful Camila into his arms and comforted her, “It’s okay, I know you’re not the one who cheated. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure justice is served!” He then turned to glare at me and demanded, “Emma, cheating is bad enough, but why would you frame Camila for it?” I stared coldly at Emmett. “I’m framing her? Open your eyes and look carefully—she still has kiss marks on her neck!” Emmett suddenly remembered that Camila had been wearing turtleneck sweaters these past few days. Before Camila could react, he pulled down her sweater on the spot. Seeing the faint red marks all over her neck, Emmett froze. “I’m allergic to mangoes. These marks are from accidentally touching mangoes a few days ago,” Camila quickly explained as she noticed Emmett staring at her neck. Afraid he wouldn’t believe her, she even rolled up her sleeves to show him the allergic reactions on her body. As she pulled up her sleeves, patches of red marks on Camila’s skin were revealed. Sniffling, Camila said, “Honey, you know I’m allergic to mangoes. I’ve been taking allergy medication these past few days, which is why I’ve been covering myself up with turtleneck sweaters.” Hearing Camila’s explanation, Emmett’s anger immediately subsided. At this moment, Camila pretended to be unable to bear the humiliation and said to me, “Emma, it seems you won’t rest until you’ve pinned this on me. If that’s the case, I’ll have to bring out the evidence.” Everyone attending the birthday party curiously followed Camila upstairs. Just like in my previous life, she rushed into my bedroom and headed straight for the closet. Then, she pulled out two pairs of black underwear and said, “This is the evidence! “Emma, these belong to the man you’re cheating with, left in your room. “Last time when you two were fooling around at home, I saw him leave without them. “I wasn’t going to say anything, but this time I really can’t take it anymore!” Holding the black underwear from my room, Camila put on a reluctant expression. Looking at the black underwear in Camila’s hands, Emmett pointed directly at my nose with a disgusted face and said, “The evidence is right here. What else do you have to say? I know you hate Camila. Ever since she came to our family, you’ve never liked her. “But I never imagined you’d be so disgusting as to bring other men home and then accuse Camila.” Hearing him say exactly the same words as in my previous life, I couldn’t help but laugh. Emmett frowned. “What are you laughing at?” Looking at Declan, he said, “Declan, why aren’t you saying anything? Your wife brought another man home, and you’re not angry?” Camila shot me a challenging smile, as if to say, “You’re finished.” Emmett and Camila were eagerly waiting for Declan to slap me, as no one could tolerate their spouse cheating. However, they were bound to be disappointed. Under their expectant gazes, Declan awkwardly said, “Camila, those underwear are mine. Is there a problem?” Camila was stunned and said, “But you don’t have black underwear, do you?” “How do you know what color underwear my husband wears?” I interjected. “I…” Camila stammered, unable to say a word. Just then, a sudden cry came from the next room: “What is this?”

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The day before my wedding, my fiancé James Thornton’s adopted sister Georgia Thornton killed my parents in a drunk driving accident under the pretext of being intoxicated. James not only didn’t blame Georgia but even invited her to be my bridesmaid. Without receiving a fair judgment, I caused a scene at the wedding, furiously demanding Georgia pay for her crimes, but the guests mocked me as a crazy woman. James held me as I broke down and solemnly promised, “Yvonne, please marry me. I will help you get justice.” I agreed. James appeared to righteously send Georgia to prison, telling me she was sentenced to five years. And I believed him. But in the fourth year of our marriage, while pregnant, I accidentally overheard his true thoughts. “Good thing I married Yvonne for that letter of forgiveness, otherwise how could Georgia have graduated smoothly from her top university master’s program? “Seeing her successfully enter the research institute, I feel gratified as her brother.” So James’s idea of justice for me was letting a murderer go free, and she even earned a graduate degree. In comparison, my parents’ lives weren’t as important as James’s adopted sister’s future. I left him resolutely. This time, I would avenge my parents with my own hands. ***** I stood outside the study, consumed by overwhelming rage. I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard. In the study, James was watching Georgia’s video blog from her overseas studies with regret yet satisfaction on his tablet. “Four years have passed, and Georgia now has a bright future ahead of her.” James paused, looking at our wedding photo on the desk, his expression darkening. “Yvonne is pregnant now, so consider it as if I’ve compensated her with another life. We’re even for what happened back then.” What’s even now? How could he possibly think a life could be exchanged for another? I suddenly tightened my hand on my abdomen, feeling a stabbing pain in my heart. My parents lost their lives, yet he casually said we were even. Remembering the photos James had given me three years ago of him personally sending Georgia to prison, I felt cold all over, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over me. At that moment, James’s phone vibrated twice. It was a document from his assistant. Through James’s inner voice, I clearly heard their conversation. “Mr. Thornton, news about Ms. Georgia Thornton seems to have leaked. Several shareholders know about this matter, and they now want to hold a shareholders’ meeting to remove you from your position. “Anyway, Ms. Georgia Thornton is far away overseas. You can still distance yourself from her in time…” James frowned and refused without hesitation, “Distance myself? Georgia is my sister. “As long as she’s happy and safe, I’d willingly give up my position as CEO of the Thornton Group, or even go to prison in her place.” His assistant said nothing more. After pondering for a moment, James added, “Have someone keep a close eye on Yvonne. Don’t let her know anything about this matter.” He put down his phone, pinched the bridge of his nose, and said, “Only half a month left. Once Georgia’s nominal prison term is over, it will be too late for Yvonne to pursue further legal action.” With just a few casual sentences, he had revealed all the cruel truth. It turned out my parents lying in the cemetery still hadn’t seen their killer brought to justice. I thought Georgia was in prison atoning for her sins, but instead she had been enjoying herself overseas for four whole years. As footsteps sounded, I instinctively hid in the dark bathroom nearby. The moment I confirmed he was going downstairs, I seemed to run out of strength and collapsed onto the floor. Thinking of my parents in the cemetery, unable to rest in peace, I felt intense regret and an uncontrollable wave of nausea. In an instant, my stomach churned and my throat burned. As the sound of vomiting echoed in the small bathroom, I held onto the toilet, my entire body trembling. My tears also flowed uncontrollably.Tears welled up in my eyes uncontrollably. With a snap, the bathroom light was turned on. “Vonnie, why are you throwing up again?” James embraced me from behind, worriedly handing me a glass of water to rinse my mouth. “Is the baby making you feel unwell again?” I didn’t argue, suppressing the nausea and forcing my voice to sound steady. “It’s nothing. I’m just emotionally unstable during pregnancy.””Vonnie, I know this is difficult,” he said with a smile, comforting me while affectionately stroking my hair. Then, James changed the subject, saying, “By the way, I have a business trip next week.” I felt a wave of panic and asked, “Where are you going?” “Harrington,” James said, “I’m going to visit Georgia while I’m there.” I froze, my fingers trembling slightly. This was the first time in four years that James had mentioned Georgia in front of me. “Vonnie, you don’t mind, do you?” he asked gently. “Georgia has been in prison for four years now. After all, I’m still her brother, so I should go see her.” I turned to look at him, seeing the expectation in his eyes, and felt another wave of nausea. James had deceived me for three whole years, using tenderness as a weapon and love as bait. “Of course not,” I forced a smile and said, “Go ahead.” “Vonnie, you’ve become so much more reasonable,” he said with satisfaction. “You used to always be so… about Georgia…” “It’s all in the past,” I interrupted James. “Besides, hasn’t she already been punished by the law?” James nodded and smiled calmly, placing a kiss on my forehead. “Thank you for understanding, wife.” I lowered my head, not letting him see the tears glistening in my eyes. I thought, “He’s right. I should understand him. I should try to understand how much he loves Georgia, even to the point of willingly sacrificing his own happiness for the rest of his life.”

At midnight, James made an excuse about having an international conference call. Not wanting to disturb my rest, he went to the study alone. I was left by myself in the bedroom. In the silent room, my ears were filled with noisy sounds, all voices about James’s inner thoughts. “Georgia, have you been staying up late working on your thesis this week?” “How are you feeling? Do you have enough money in your bank account?” I glanced up at the calendar, belatedly realizing it was Thursday. Since the day I married James, I knew he had a regular international conference call every Thursday night. I had always wondered why he insisted on having a routine meeting at midnight, not even waiting for the seven or eight-hour time difference. It turned out it was related to Georgia. I could only laugh at myself. On the other end of the call, Georgia’s personal butler had begun reporting on her situation in meticulous detail. “We have updated Ms. Georgia Thornton’s entire set of haute couture clothing for the season.” “We’ve made long-term VIP reservations at the restaurant she’s been favoring recently.” “The two pieces of jewelry worth millions of dollars that you ordered last month have been delivered. Ms. Georgia Thornton says she loves them.” ***** Everything about Georgia’s daily life was taken care of with the utmost attention. I sat numbly on the bed, the light from my phone screen reflecting on my pale face. For over a thousand days and nights, my enemy had been living like this. Suddenly, the butler’s words brought me back to reality. “Mr. Thornton, we’ve already booked the same room and attractions that Ms. Georgia Thornton stayed at during her vacation in Mercado six months ago. When do you plan to fly over?” I widened my eyes, using trembling hands to check Georgia and James’s Instagram updates. Sure enough, James would always personally visit the places Georgia had been to six months later. James walked the paths she had walked, felt the evening breeze she had felt. He used almost everything he had to remember Georgia. James’s inner voice suddenly became tender, filled with undisguised deep affection. “Soon I won’t need to fly over anymore. She’ll be able to come back and see me soon.” I listened in silence, recalling how in the past years, whenever I suggested going on vacation, James always refused, claiming we shouldn’t be too high-profile. It wasn’t that we couldn’t be too high-profile; it was that he didn’t want Georgia to feel sad when she saw us. The meeting in the study continued, but I couldn’t listen anymore. I silently made an appointment with the gynecologist for the next day. Stroking my slightly swollen belly, my eyes grew dim. Let everything end here. Whether it was the child in my womb or this marriage full of schemes, everything should end now.I stayed up all night until dawn. After washing up and coming downstairs, I found James already sitting at the dining table. Seeing me, he picked up his phone and asked, “Yvonne, why did the hospital send me an appointment reminder text? Are you feeling unwell?” I froze, suddenly remembering that when I first became pregnant, I had linked his phone number in the hospital system.”It’s nothing,” I quietly explained. “I missed my last prenatal checkup, so I need to go today. It’s just a small examination, I can handle it myself. You can go to work without worrying.” He nodded and thoughtfully helped me sit down. “Honey, thank you for understanding. I’ve booked a maternity photoshoot for you in the Greek Aegean Sea in two weeks, as my pregnancy gift to you.” Two weeks was exactly when Georgia would be returning to the country. Perhaps I was too disappointed in James, which is why I was unusually calm this time. I understood he was just worried I might interfere with his reunion with Georgia, who was about to return. James quickly finished breakfast and dropped me off at the hospital on his way. When we parted, he gently kissed me, looking affectionate: “Take care of yourself and the baby. See you tonight.” I nodded silently and walked into the hospital. Then, without hesitation, I told the doctor: “I don’t want this baby anymore.”

Holding the surgery notice, I stood at the entrance of the operating room, unconsciously touching my belly. The baby in my womb seemed to sense something, moving slightly. It was like a little fish blowing bubbles, completely unaware of the dangers of the outside world. Just then my phone vibrated twice. James had sent a message, asking about my wellbeing as usual. After staring at the cold words on the notice for a long time, I typed on my phone: [James, will you love our baby?] James: [Of course.] The second after the message appeared, I heard another voice: *”As long as our child is born safely, Yvonne might not pursue what happened back then. One child is all I need to exchange for Georgia’s return. Of course I like it.”* These were all James’s inner thoughts. The child in my belly seemed to hear these words too, gently twisting its body. I reflexively clutched my clothes. In my confused mind flashed the undisguised joy on James’s face the day I got pregnant: “You’re pregnant? Yvonne, are you saying we’re going to have a baby?” So that day when I took James’s hand and gently touched my belly, he was inwardly confessing his disloyalty to Georgia, using the child to control and manipulate me. He had never once purely looked forward to this child that belonged to us. The broadcast at the operating room entrance called my name. With an almost desperate smile, I gritted my teeth, swallowed all my tears, and stepped into the operating room without hesitation. After the surgery, the coldness of the instruments replaced the baby in my belly. Clutching my agonizingly painful abdomen, I took a taxi directly to the law firm. When I inquired about the settlement agreement James had signed on my behalf, the lawyer looked very uncomfortable: “Ms. Stewart, I’m sorry. Mr. Thornton did indeed exploit a legal loophole back then, but time is pressing now. Even if we file for prosecution immediately, I’m afraid it’s already too late.” The lawyer pushed up the glasses on his nose, his tone full of resignation. I nodded, not asking further, only requesting him to print two copies of a standard divorce agreement for me. “Regarding property division, do you have any requests?” the lawyer asked routinely. I shook my head and calmly said: “As for our house, car, and those properties under his name, I don’t need any of them.” They felt tainted to me. As I was about to take a taxi to the Thornton Group with the few thin pages of the agreement, I suddenly heard James’s excited inner voice in my ears: *”Georgia, why did you suddenly return to the country alone?”* I stood frozen in place, but the conversation in my ears continued: *”You came back without telling me, even though your prosecution period hasn’t expired yet. What’s wrong? Do you miss me that much? You couldn’t even wait for the last two weeks? I assume you’re like a goldfish and have forgotten how Yvonne went crazy four years ago, right?”* I wondered, ‘Was I really acting crazy before?’I thought, “Had I been acting crazy before?” Suddenly, something occurred to me, and pain washed over my entire body. Four years ago at our wedding, after hearing that devastating news, I confronted Georgia in desperation, publicly holding her accountable. However, the guests at the scene all sided with the Thornton family, accusing me of being inconsiderate of the bigger picture and narrow-minded.At that time, I thought only James was willing to defend me, but in fact, he was no different from the others. “Yvonne is just an outsider, how could she possibly compare to you? Once our child is born, you can safely move into my home, and she won’t dare do anything to you.” Listening to James’s cold inner monologue, I felt intensifying pain in my abdomen. “Mrs. Stewart, are you alright?” Hearing the lawyer’s concerned inquiry, I stopped and asked in a hoarse voice, “Can I sign for him?” The lawyer instinctively shook his head in refusal, and I added, “He’s away on business, I’m just helping him out. Otherwise, how about I call him right now in front of you?” As I spoke, I had already dialed James’s number. “James, I’ll sign the documents for you, okay?” James didn’t think much about it and casually agreed in a low voice, “It’s up to you. I’m a bit busy, so I’ll hang up now.” Before he finished speaking, a passionate female voice came from the other end of the line. “James, I miss you so much…” Before the call was disconnected, their moans clearly transmitted through the receiver. The lawyer looked very embarrassed and immediately took out a pen, watching as I unhesitatingly signed both our names. From that day on, James and I had nothing more to do with each other.   When I returned home after finalizing the divorce, the villa was still empty. I unlocked my phone and found that James had hastily sent a message half an hour ago: [I need to work overtime today.] He couldn’t even spare the time to make a perfunctory phone call. I gave a cold, bitter smile as I opened Georgia’s updated Instagram page. In her newly posted photo, the lighting was dim, and they were flirting. She was lazily leaning on a man’s shoulder, showing only half of her delicate face. As their shadows overlapped, they looked like a perfect match. The caption was very brief: [Reunited after a long time.] My gaze lingered on the tie scattered on the floor, which I recognized as James’s clothing. The next day, I went to the cemetery with the divorce certificate. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground. My parents’ photos on the tombstone still looked kind, gazing at me gently. Standing before their graves, I opened the divorce certificate, my trembling fingertips tracing every word on it. “Dad, Mom, I’m sorry. I’ve disappointed you.” I choked up, tears blurring my vision. Suddenly, I heard clear footsteps. “Yvonne? After four years, why are you still such a crybaby?” I immediately looked up, and the first thing I saw was the woman’s bright red dress. That dress looked exactly like it was splattered with blood, particularly eye-catching in the gloomy cemetery. Her makeup was flawless, and she still looked like a pampered rich girl, not at all like someone who had just been released from prison. “Georgia, how dare you come here?” I said through gritted teeth, my eyes filled with tears. She smiled contemptuously and slowly approached me. “I was afraid they might be as stupid as you, thinking I willingly spent four years in prison. “So, I came specifically to see them and talk to all of you.” “You…” Fury boiled inside me as I clenched my fists. Georgia seemed to see through my thoughts and continued to provoke me, “What’s wrong? Are you angry? Your parents were just as furious with me before they died. Two stupid old fools, I really regret not chopping their bodies into pieces…” “Shut up!” I couldn’t hold back anymore and wanted to slap her hard. However, Georgia was prepared. She grabbed my wrist and kicked me hard in the abdomen. Having just had surgery, I was already weak, and now I felt an intense cramping pain in my stomach. My vision went black, and my body fell backward uncontrollably, then rolled down the steps.Intense pain instantly swept through my entire body. As my consciousness gradually became fuzzy, I faintly heard Georgia’s contemptuous sneer: “You think someone like you deserves to be James’s wife?” When I regained consciousness, I smelled the pungent odor of disinfectant around me. Seeing me awake, James asked with his usual gentleness and attentiveness: “Vonnie, how are you feeling?”When I woke up again, I smelled the pungent odor of disinfectant around me. Seeing that I was awake, James spoke with his usual gentle and caring tone, “Vonnie, how are you feeling?” Remembering Georgia’s arrogant demeanor, I simply asked, “Where’s Georgia?” At the mention of Georgia’s name, James’s eyes darted away, and he answered evasively, “We’ll have another baby in the future.” “Georgia is still very young. She’s ignorant, not malicious,” James said calmly, as if discussing something trivial. “I’ve already asked her to apologize to you.” I didn’t correct his misunderstanding, just nodded. “Apologize? Fine, where is she?” James frowned, speaking with a dissatisfied tone, “We’ve already lost the baby. Why are you being so petty? Georgia just got out of prison, she needs time to adjust.” Hearing his excuses, I almost laughed out loud. Indeed, in James’s heart, not just me, but even his own child’s life was less important than Georgia’s happiness. Suppressing my inner mockery, I calmly said, “I’m sorry, I overreacted.” Seeing my quiet submission, James leaned down and kissed me. “Alright. Get some rest. I have some matters at the company. I’ll bring your favorite pastries when I come home tonight.” I had no interest in waiting any longer. After coldly watching James leave, I forced myself to get up and return home. When I left with my luggage, I took one last look at the documents on the table. There was a divorce certificate, a finalized divorce agreement, and that letter of understanding he had secretly signed years ago. As a car horn sounded behind me, the taxi driver urged me to get in. I closed my eyes and resolutely slammed the door as I left. “Sir, I need to go to the airport.”

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On the eve of her wedding to Daniel Reed, he paid a fortune to save Karen Sullivan, an orphaned girl who was nearly trafficked, and arranged for her to take my place as his wife. Daniel said Karen had been wronged, and that the Sullivan family had once helped him, so he was obligated to protect her now. To avoid gossip, Zoey had my son Jacob Reed, who was only a few months old then, call Karen “Mom,” while my identity was publicly stated as merely a servant. “Zoey, once I gather enough evidence to bring those who harmed Karen to justice, I promise I’ll give you the grandest wedding in the world!” Daniel said with an apologetic face, asking me to wait a little longer. I nodded in agreement and kept waiting, until six years later, when I watched Daniel kneel down and solemnly place a new diamond ring on Karen’s finger, watching them make vows of lifelong companionship on New Year’s Day. I stared at the matching wedding ring Daniel had tossed in a corner, and laughed bitterly at myself. Now, I don’t want to wait anymore. ***** “If you keep meddling in my business, you can stop working here!” Orange juice splashed all over me, the sticky liquid soaking my clothes. Flying glass shards cut a wound on my hand. I frowned, but before I could press on the wound, Karen had already pulled Jacob behind her, saying, “Zoey, Jacob was just startled. Don’t be angry. Jacob, apologize to Zoey.” Even though I’ve grown accustomed to being treated as a servant by Jacob all these years, seeing Karen bend down to persuade him to apologize to me still irritated me. Now even in Jacob’s eyes, bringing him a drink was a mistake. “Mom! She’s the one who ignored my orders and barged in! If that huge glass of orange juice had spilled on my piano, she could never afford to replace it!” Jacob complained angrily, holding Karen’s hand. I said nothing, just looked up at the piano behind him. That piano worth millions of dollars was indeed something I couldn’t afford to replace. What Jacob didn’t know was that it had been Daniel’s engagement gift to me. The engagement gift remained, but I would never see the day I married Daniel. The bitter irony wasn’t lost on me. I recalled the night before the wedding, when Daniel held my hand tightly and carefully pleaded, “Zoey, the Sullivan family is in trouble, and Karen has no one to rely on. Without the Reed family’s support, debt collectors will drive her to her death.” But now my son was holding her hand tightly, promising Karen, “Mom, by your wedding anniversary with Dad, I’ll definitely master that piano piece! Only the most difficult piece is worthy of your perfect love!” Remembering what Daniel said six years ago, I smiled mockingly at myself. “Thank you…” Karen said happily, looking at me with some resignation. She said, “Don’t take it to heart. You should join us at our wedding anniversary dinner in a few days.” Before I could answer, I saw Jacob frown and say disdainfully, “She’s nothing but a servant. Having her at the banquet would only make people laugh at our family. That would be embarrassing!” Karen showed an awkward expression, but her reprimand was clearly just for show, with no real intention to discipline him. “Jacob, you can’t be so rude.” Then she gave me an apologetic smile, took Jacob’s hand, and walked out of the music room, turning back at the door to instruct me, “The glass shards are dangerous. Be careful when you clean up. Don’t let the glass hurt Jacob.” I stood there without responding, staring at the messy floor. I faintly heard Jacob complaining, “She’s just someone who knows how to sweep floors. She should be grateful to work in our home.” I looked down at my now somewhat rough hands, remembering how I used to play the piano six years ago. But if Daniel hadn’t begged me back then, it would be Karen being pursued by debt collectors now. Thinking of what Daniel said that year, I smiled through my tears. Daniel had said, “The Sullivan family is an aristocratic family. Once I find the real culprit, Karen will return home and continue to live as a young lady of privilege. “Zoey, please help me, will you?”With my wedding makeup already done, I looked at Karen, who was covered in wounds and shaking violently, and could only nod gently. Six years have now passed, and I don’t know if the real culprit who harmed the Sullivan family was ever found. I only know that in everyone’s eyes, they are the ones who are truly family. Meanwhile, I had been reduced to nothing but a servant.

That evening, Daniel came to see me first after work, which was rare. For the past six years, he had been extremely busy managing the Reed Group while helping Karen search for evidence. The little free time he had was spent with Karen and Jacob. Despite living under the same roof, I couldn’t even remember the last time we spoke. He looked down at my oil-stained hands, frowned, yet still feigned sympathy as he said, “Zoey, thank you for everything these years.” I didn’t respond, finding it ironic. He was the one who had used Jacob’s health as an excuse to make me do housework, and now he was pretending to feel sorry for me. I asked him, “After all these years, haven’t you collected enough evidence about her family?” Daniel was taken aback, then angrily said, “What do you mean? Karen is an orphan. You’ve lived with her for six years now. Don’t tell me you’d have the heart to drive her out?” I didn’t look at him, not even having the energy to argue. Six years of marriage, and if it weren’t for the contract I signed with him back then, I might have forgotten that this was supposed to be my home with Daniel. Seeing my silence, Daniel took my silence as agreement, his expression softening a bit. He changed the subject. “For our wedding anniversary in a few days, shall we hold the reception at the hotel where we got married?” I was moved, inevitably recalling the anticipation I once felt. Unfortunately, whatever expectations I had then were now gone. Daniel said, “Karen hasn’t had experience organizing events, so I’ll have to trouble you with the arrangements. After all, it’s our wedding anniversary, and I’m sure you want the reception to go smoothly, right?” He took out a sapphire bracelet and was about to put it on my wrist. “Just leave it there, I’m cooking,” I coldly refused, watching him relax and casually place the jewelry by the sink. Watching his back as he hurried upstairs to find Karen, I felt increasingly disappointed. If I hadn’t heard Karen mention earlier that she would also attend the banquet, I might have thought Daniel was planning to restore my status. I looked at the sapphire bracelet lying amid the grease, its luster gone. I swept the bracelet into the trash bin, unable to hold back my tears. Once, Daniel had told me, “Zoey, you’ll never need to do housework. Your hands are only meant for playing music.” I wondered in despair, “How could someone who once loved me so much change so completely? Is it because I’m inferior to Karen, or has his heart simply changed?” The next day, the hotel manager arrived on time. I took the tablet he respectfully handed me and reviewed Daniel’s requirements for the venue. The manager said, “Ms. Moore, you’re allergic to lily pollen, right? Why did Mr. Reed specifically request lilies to decorate the venue?” Looking at my face, he tentatively asked, “Should I remind Mr. Reed to change the flowers?” I shook my head and handed the tablet back to him, saying, “No need.” Lilies were Karen’s favorite flowers after all, I knew, and if I asked to change them, Daniel would be displeased. The hotel manager frowned, about to try to persuade me, when Jacob burst into the living room. Jacob snatched the tablet and hurled it at me viciously, cursing, “You still want to be my mother? You don’t deserve it!” A sharp pain shot through my temple, and blood immediately gushed from the wound. Looking at the blood on the floor, I remembered the delivery room where I gave birth to him, also covered in blood. The doctor had shouted “difficult labor” and urgently pushed me toward the operating room. Before I entered surgery, Daniel, the CEO worth billions, knelt before the doctor, crying without regard for his image. Only after Jacob and I were out of danger did he make a tearful promise: “Zoey, I will love you and our child for the rest of my life.” His promise lasted barely three months after Karen appeared. Karen even wanted to take away my only son.

I covered the wound on my forehead, momentarily at a loss for words. The hotel manager exclaimed in shock and reached out to grab Jacob. Karen, who had rushed down from upstairs, shielded Jacob behind her and said, “Zoey, Jacob is still young, don’t be angry!”Then, she spoke to Jacob with extreme patience, “Jacob, please apologize. I’ve told you before, Zoey is your biological mother.” At these words, Jacob angrily pushed Karen away and rushed toward me with his little fists clenched. He shouted, “I don’t want some servant as my mother! You bitch! You’ll never, ever take me away from my mom!”Daniel rushed over to grab Jacob, frowning as he scolded, “Jacob, no hitting!” Karen immediately apologized with tears, “Daniel, I’m sorry I haven’t raised Jacob properly…” Looking at Karen, Daniel said gently, “Don’t blame yourself. You’ve taken care of him for six years and loved him so much. It’s normal that he can’t accept the truth right away.” As he said this, he looked at me, as if waiting for me to compromise. Wincing with pain, I wiped the blood from my face and angrily said, “Their mother-son bond is important, so I’m supposed to give away the child I risked my life to bear?” Daniel was about to say something, but Karen broke down crying first. She lovingly stroked Jacob’s head and sobbed, “I’m sorry, Zoey. I’ve been so selfish! I should have known someone like me doesn’t deserve a family… It’s all my fault!” Perhaps due to her emotional state, as she spoke, she clutched her collar and began breathing heavily. She said, “Jacob is yours now… Zoey… I’m sorry…” Seeing Karen lose consciousness, Daniel immediately picked her up. Before rushing out the door, he turned to me and said fiercely, “Zoey, if anything happens to Karen today, I will never forgive you.” I was so angry I felt cold all over, only aware of the throbbing pain from the wound on my temple. In that moment, I remembered the vows Daniel once made to me: “Zoey, please give me a chance to stay by your side and protect you.” Yet now he was carrying another woman, saying he would never forgive me. The irony was unbearable. I almost lost my balance. The hotel manager caught me just in time and sympathetically said, “Ms. Moore, instead of enduring this humiliation here, why not apologize to Mr. Moore? He’ll forgive you.” I looked at her and smiled bitterly. Indeed, unlike Karen, I wasn’t a helpless orphan. If I hadn’t insisted on marrying Daniel years ago, angering my father Quinn Moore, I wouldn’t have been kicked out of my family. I remained silent, staring at Quinn’s number on my phone. After a moment, I gave up. Early the next morning, Jacob, who had been left at home, banged on my door. “You bitch! Take me to see my mom at the hospital right now!” I looked at his anxious eyes, feeling heartbroken, but didn’t refuse. However, when I brought him to the hospital room, I froze. In the obstetrics ward, Daniel was tenderly kissing Karen’s forehead, gently caressing her abdomen. He said, “Karen, after next week’s court hearing, your father Tom’s false charges will be cleared. Before the baby is born, I’ll find an excuse to divorce Zoey. The four of us will be happy for the rest of our lives.” His words were resolute, even more sincere than the vows he once gave me. I stepped back, lacking even the strength to confront him. The hotel manager called to ask, “Ms. Moore, do you really want to hold your wedding anniversary celebration?” “Of course,” I replied. I remembered the contract Daniel and I signed when we got married with a bitter realization and smiled coldly. This time, I would definitely give them the best anniversary gift. Meanwhile, Jacob had already burst into the hospital room. Looking at the startled Daniel, I said, “Daniel, goodbye.”

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Colton Fields was a playboy, yet he willingly married me, and everyone praised him for finally becoming faithful. He doted on me, and I fell deeply for him, even willing to give up my promising career for him. However, on New Year’s Eve, I saw with my own eyes my longtime rival, Freya Webb, sitting on his lap, passionately kissing Colton. “You said you didn’t love me before, now you’re jealous?” “Don’t worry, she has no chance of making a comeback. You’re the most brilliant dance star in the world, and I’ll support you forever.” At that moment, I realized his love for me was never real. Later, he searched almost the entire world for me, begging with bloodshot eyes for me to love him again. ***** I stood outside the private room, the carefully prepared gift falling at my feet. Inside, an intimate couple—my husband and my longtime rival. Colton gently caressed Freya’s waist, his eyes showing a tenderness I had never seen before. His friend teased, “Now that Freya’s back, when are you planning to divorce Aria? She’s pregnant, which might be troublesome.” Colton kissed Freya and said disdainfully, “Why would I divorce her? Marrying her ensures she can never dance again.” My mind reeled, and my blood ran cold. He continued, “I’ll make Freya a world-class dancer.” His friend said, “If Aria finds out the truth, she might leave.” Colton blew out a stream of smoke with cold indifference, “Who else can she rely on besides me? Keep your mouths shut about things that shouldn’t be said.” I couldn’t bear to hear more and stumbled away from that suffocating space. In the snowy night, I stood on the street for a long time until someone called my name from behind. “Aria?” It was Colton. The gathering must have ended, and Freya wasn’t with him. He walked quickly toward me, skillfully pulling my hand into his warm coat pocket. He asked, “Why are you here? It’s so cold; you’ll get sick, and you’re pregnant too.” His gentleness remained unchanged, as if nothing had happened. My nose stung as I held back tears. So his passionate pursuit of me was just to clear me as an obstacle, ensuring a smooth path for Freya. And I naively believed he truly loved me, even giving up dancing for this marriage. Looking down at my slightly swollen belly, realizing this child was also part of their plan, my heart felt like it had been stabbed. Colton didn’t notice my distress, thinking I was just cold, and adjusted the scarf around my neck. He said, “Let’s go. The ground is slippery; be careful, hold my hand.” Facing his outstretched hand, I hesitated. Looking at his refined profile, I questioned, “Why was Freya at your gathering? You know she’s my rival.” As soon as I spoke, I noticed Colton’s hand trembled slightly. He said, “That’s all in the past. Why are you still hung up on this? “Besides, Freya is now an internationally renowned dancer. I invited her back to endorse our company’s products. It’s work.” I pressed, “With so many celebrities available, why did you have to choose her?” Colton turned to look at me, his eyes colder than before. He said with displeasure, “I know your emotions are unstable during pregnancy, but you can’t be unreasonable. “Being Mrs. Fields doesn’t give you the right to interfere with company matters.” My breath caught, as if a boulder pressed against my chest. Colton withdrew his hand, casually tapping his phone a few times. “Tate will take you home later. I have things to do and won’t be back tonight.” My heart felt torn apart with pain, and my stomach began to feel uncomfortable too. I placed my hand protectively over my belly. He seemed to notice my pale complexion, sighed, and softened his tone slightly. “Don’t you have a prenatal checkup tomorrow? I’ll go with you.”He seemed to notice my pale face and sighed, his tone softening slightly. “Don’t you have a prenatal checkup tomorrow? I’ll go with you.” I didn’t respond. At that moment, a black Maybach pulled up alongside the road. Colton glanced at it and casually remarked, “Tate will be here soon. I’m leaving now.” With that, he quickly got into the car without looking back at me once.Just as the car was about to drive away, the window lowered slightly, creating a small gap. I peered through the gap and saw the person inside, my eyes widening in shock. The person in the car was Freya.

Not long after, Tate came to pick me up. He said, “Mrs. Fields, let me take you home.” I forced a slight smile and replied, “No need, just take me to the hospital.” He asked with concern, “Are you feeling unwell? I should inform Mr. Fields.” I quickly interrupted him, “It’s nothing, my friend is in the hospital. I’m just going to visit her.” At the hospital, I sat alone all night until I scheduled an abortion at eight in the morning. “Aria, it’s your turn. Change into the gown, sterilize, and go straight to the operating room,” the doctor urged. I looked at my phone and, after seeing missed calls automatically disconnect for the third time, I simply turned it off. A child who isn’t blessed perhaps shouldn’t come into this world. Half an hour later, the procedure was over. The moment I turned my phone back on, several messages from Colton appeared on the screen. [I’m sorry, Aria. I have to attend an international conference. Let the housekeeper accompany you to your prenatal checkup.] I pressed the power button to darken the screen, thinking, “No need, Colton. You won’t have to pretend anymore.” Back home, I went straight to the study and began searching for our marriage certificate. This marriage was due to end. But after searching for an hour, I couldn’t find it. Just as I was about to give up, I noticed a safe hidden in the bookshelf compartment. I immediately pushed aside the files and tried to open the combination lock. I tried entering Colton’s birthday, his phone password, our engagement date, and more. None worked. Suddenly, I thought of Freya. I quickly looked up Freya’s birthday and nervously turned the dial. Seconds later, the safe opened. I laughed bitterly, mocking myself, “It’s not surprising that Colton, who married me for Freya’s sake, would use her birthday as his safe password.” The safe was filled with documents. I took them all out. When I saw a familiar opera company name, I couldn’t help but take a closer look. It was an acquisition contract from five years ago for a top national opera company. As I casually flipped through a couple of pages, several papers tucked in the middle fell out. Looking down at them, I felt my mind go blank, all external sounds fading away. The paper clearly stated: [Unless Freya Webb voluntarily withdraws, all female lead roles in the opera company’s productions will forever belong to her.] I froze, recalling what Colton had said last night: “I will make Freya a world-class dancer.” I hurriedly checked the other contracts—almost all were about investing in or acquiring opera companies. I had auditioned for most of them. And the first clause in every contract, without exception, ensured Freya would play the lead role. In that moment, I finally understood everything. Tears streamed down my face, dropping onto the papers. So despite graduating at the top of my class, I could never join any opera company not because I lacked ability, but because I had been deliberately set up and deceived. Tears blurred my vision. I don’t know how much time passed before the housekeeper knocked on the door, “Mrs. Fields, dinner is ready.” I responded, “I’ll be right there.” I wiped my face and stuffed the documents back into the safe. Finally, I placed my abortion report on top. This utterly absurd farce needed to end. After this discovery, I rushed between various opera companies, trying to secure just one opportunity. But whenever people heard I had been out of the industry for three years, they wouldn’t even give me a chance as a backup dancer, rejecting me outright. Just as I was about to despair, I finally received a text inviting me to an audition. I hurried to the theater with high hopes. However, as soon as I entered, everyone inside burst into laughter. “You’ve let your body go out of shape and still want to dance? Who would believe you’re in your twenties? I’m not embarrassed for you, but I worry about ruining our company’s reputation and offending our audience’s eyes!” “You’ve been a housewife for years without training, right? Can you even still dance?” Humbling myself, I pleaded, “Mr. Hunter, please give me one chance.”Axel mocked, “Just go home. We don’t need dancers like you!” Just then, a voice came from the doorway: “What’s going on here?” Freya walked in, arm in arm with Colton.

Colton’s gaze swept over me, his brows furrowed. “Why aren’t you resting at home? What are you doing here?” Freya looked me up and down contemptuously, saying sarcastically, “You’re not here to audition as a dancer, are you? Don’t be ridiculous.” Colton’s face was filled with irritation. “Go back immediately! How can you appear in public like this?” Seeing them standing together, my heart suddenly sank. I thought, “How could I have been so foolish before? Colton’s favoritism was so obvious, yet I never noticed it.” Axel said obsequiously, “Don’t worry, Ms. Webb. I’ll escort her out right away.” With that, he roughly grabbed my wrist and dragged me toward the exit. “Move it, don’t cause me trouble!” I struggled to break free. “Mr. Hunter, please give me a chance to try!” He impatiently said, “Who wants to see a fat person dance? Get out!” Just as Axel was about to drag me out, Freya suddenly interrupted, “Why not let her dance a piece? After all, our theater company is fair to every performer.” Hearing this, Axel released his grip, lifted his chin, and pointed to a small open space outside, saying, “Dance there, and don’t waste time.” I clenched my teeth, my nails digging deep into my palms, fighting back the humiliation. No matter what, this was an opportunity. I chose the dance that had made me famous years ago, slowly raising my leg. Though out of practice, muscle memory remained deeply etched in my mind. In the silent space, I counted the beats to myself while dancing, my movements gradually becoming more fluid. A few minutes later, I looked at Axel, breathless, and tentatively asked, “Mr. Hunter, is this acceptable?” Freya sneered mockingly, “Look at your figure, and you dare say you can dance? You’re insulting art.” Colton’s face turned terrifyingly dark. “Aria, go back now, or I won’t let you off.” Looking at Axel’s ugly expression, my heart felt as if it had been violently pierced. I wondered, “After three years, have I truly lost the right to stand on stage again?” Axel dragged me toward the exit once more. As Freya brushed past me, she mocked in my ear, “Colton donated ten million dollars to the opera company to secure this lead dancer position for me. You have no right to compete with me.” A group of people escorted them into the office with fawning smiles. The harsh spotlight beat down on my face, and no amount of resentment could overcome the cruel reality. I slowly walked to the edge of the stage, lovingly caressing the floor, making a solemn and silent farewell. However, at that moment, a sudden force hit me from behind. I was violently shoved from behind, losing my balance completely. A pair of elegant high heels appeared in my vision. It was Freya! I fell awkwardly to the side, hitting the wall, barely avoiding falling headfirst off the stage. My knee struck sharply against the wall corner, and intense pain made me curl up. Before I could recover, the nearby scaffolding collapsed with a crash, giving me no time to react. The cold metal flashed before my eyes, leaving me momentarily blinded. After a dull thud, the heavy iron frame crashed down. I lay on the ground, breathing weakly, my legs completely immobile. Steel rods had pierced deep into my calf, and blood immediately gushed out. Freya’s arm was also cut, leaving a bloody gash. She crouched on the ground, screaming incessantly with her head in her hands. Backstage staff rushed over at the sound, but they all gathered around Freya, completely ignoring my terrible condition. Colton also rushed out from the office, bypassing me entirely to kneel beside Freya, saying, “I’ll take you to the hospital!”I frantically grabbed his hand and said, “Colton, my leg hurts so badly.” He ruthlessly shook off my hand, his eyes piercing with bone-chilling coldness. “How dare you lay a hand on her?” He scooped Freya up in his arms and turned to leave. I desperately clutched at his pant leg, pleading, “Please save me, my leg is really giving out.”Colton coldly yanked his leg away and said, “Freya is different from you. She needs to dance, while you being disabled isn’t a big deal. Get out of the way!” I was abandoned on the floor, watching helplessly as a crowd of people surrounded them as they left. In that moment, I felt abandoned by the entire world.   When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, my entire leg immobilized in a cast. The doctor walked in and sighed, “Due to the delay in treatment, your leg nerves have been severely damaged. Even being able to walk normally would be considered the best-case scenario now.” I widened my eyes in disbelief and said, “That’s impossible! I was planning to continue dancing. How could my leg be…” Before finishing my sentence, I tried to get out of bed. However, the moment my leg hung in the air, excruciating pain shot through my lower body. I lost my balance and nearly fell, fortunately caught by the doctor just in time, saving me from tumbling off the bed. The doctor was all too familiar with such reactions. He consoled me, “Being able to walk is the most optimistic scenario. The worst outcome could be permanent disability. You should focus on cooperating with the treatment.” Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to accept this cruel reality. When Colton called, his voice still carried anger. He said, “Freya was seriously injured. Aria, you must take responsibility for this!” Remembering that it was Freya who had pushed me, I completely broke down. “I can never dance again. Are you satisfied now? Freya ruined my leg, and she will pay for this!” Colton dropped all pretenses on the other end of the line. “Pay? How can your leg compare to hers? “I’m warning you, if Freya’s future is affected in any way because of this injury, you won’t escape responsibility!” I found it both laughable and absurd. Because of him, my life was already ruined, yet now I was being held responsible for Freya. The dial tone rang in my ears like a final judgment on my future. Indeed, from the moment I fell for Colton, I had already lost. Just then, angry voices erupted outside my door. “Is this the room?” The door was violently pushed open, and a group of Freya’s fans stormed into the hospital room. They shouted about avenging Freya as they all rushed toward me. I was pushed off the bed, my leg crashing heavily to the floor, the cast shattered under their feet. The sharp pain almost made me scream. I said, “Stop! I’m calling the police!” But no one listened. I was dragged to a corner, beaten and kicked, my face swelling from slaps. A flash of cold steel—someone grabbed a fruit knife from nearby and lunged at my arm. I desperately bit their wrist to escape, then crawled to the door frantically calling for help. The on-duty doctor arrived and finally stopped this madness. The hospital moved me to a different room. Still reeling from the attack, my phone kept ringing non-stop. When I checked, it was filled with abusive and threatening messages from Freya’s fans. With no other choice, I called Colton again. Choking back tears, I said, “Colton, Freya’s fans came after me. There must be security cameras in the opera house. Can you help me get the footage as evidence? Please…” Before I could finish, Colton interrupted, “Enough. Even acting should have its limits. You deserve all of this.” The call ended again, and my phone was flooded with more messages. Suddenly, Freya sent me a picture. I instinctively opened it. It was a photo of two people holding hands. Somehow, I knew it was Freya and Colton. Freya: [Aria, you’ll never be as good as me in this lifetime. Just accept your fate as a worthless cripple.] I gently tapped the screen and replied: [I will never dance for money.] After sending the message, I threw my phone directly into the trash. I forced through the discharge procedures and headed straight to the airport.The next day, in the executive office of Fields Group. Colton was checking the schedule released by Freya Studio. Suddenly, he thought of me. He casually asked, “Where is Aria now?” Tate wore a troubled look, not knowing how to respond to this question. Colton looked up at him, “Why aren’t you saying anything?”Tate forced himself to answer, “Mrs. Fields went to the airport last night, bought a ticket to Nalinia, and the plane has already taken off.” Colton’s expression darkened instantly. “She’s pregnant, why is she traveling in her condition? Arrange for someone to bring her back immediately.” Tate agreed and left. Five minutes later, Tate returned with his phone, his face ashen. He reported, “Mr. Fields, the plane Mrs. Fields was on crashed this morning. Everyone on board perished, with no survivors!”

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The biological daughter of the Michell family, Harley Michell, came to the prison to smugly tell me she had been accepted into an Ivy League school. Her mother, Hannah Michell, told her with disgust to stay away from a “cheating murderer” like me. What they didn’t know was that at today’s trial, I would undergo memory extraction judgment conducted by my brother, Judge Austin Michell. And my memories contained evidence of Harley asking me to take exams for her, as well as proof of her murder. ***** Harley came to the prison to gloat about her acceptance into an Ivy League school. However, her grades were completely fabricated, obtained by threatening me to cheat for her by taking the SAT in her place. Hannah stood beside her, her face full of disgust, coldly warning her daughter to stay away from this “murderer.” When Harley went missing years ago, it was Hannah who ran to the adoption agency, crying and begging me to be her daughter, promising that no matter what happened in the future, she would always protect me and treat me as her own flesh and blood. They had no idea that in today’s trial, Austin would subject me to memory extraction judgment, declaring to the world that I not only cheated but also killed Evelyn Harris, his fiancée. This new high-tech procedure could convert a person’s true memories into visual images through brain waves and other advanced technology, used exclusively for murderers. The irony was that the real murderer was Harley!

I dragged myself into the courtroom, weighed down by heavy chains, my figure thin and hunched. The room was filled with people I knew. Former classmates of three years viciously called me a murderer, throwing things at me. The court staff deliberately ignored this until the judge ordered silence, and only then did they reluctantly intervene. Austin stood before me, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust and hatred. I wiped away whatever had been thrown at me from my face and gave him a cold smile. “Austin, I don’t think Harley knows what you’re about to do.” As a murderer, I had no right to privacy. My memories would be extracted and broadcast live to the world. If Harley knew, she would threaten suicide to stop this. After all, my memories contained records of her bullying others and killing to silence witnesses after being caught cheating! Austin looked at me with contempt. “Harley is so kind. She has always treated you like family, yet still refuses to believe you killed my fiancée. She just got accepted into an Ivy League school. This is my gift to her.” In his eyes, Harley was perfect, too kind to even allow the possibility of being falsely accused. She never resented me for intruding into her life as an adopted daughter, even going out of her way to please and protect me. While I supposedly targeted her at every turn, even trying to harm her. He hoped this high-tech procedure would show Harley my “true nature” so she would stay away from me for good. Though he had made himself perfectly clear, I couldn’t help but ask, “Austin, may I ask you one last question? In all the time we’ve known each other, did you ever truly see me as your sister? Did you ever truly consider me family?” He was silent for a few seconds, then answered coldly, “Never. And I regret not stopping mom when she adopted you.” His answer was what I expected, yet my heart still ached unbearably, as if someone were repeatedly twisting a knife inside it, violently tearing it to pieces. I staggered slightly. Hannah suddenly rushed forward and pushed me away, her voice filled with undisguised disgust. “Murderer! Touch my son and I’ll kill you!” I said sadly, “Mom, I didn’t…” “Don’t call me mom!” she roared. “Back then I was desperate to find my daughter, and I was fooled into bringing home a murderous monster like you. I regret it so much!” These words were the final straw, pushing me from the edge of the cliff into an endless dark abyss.I closed my eyes, my nails almost digging into my flesh, my lower lip bitten until it bled. The intense pain brought me back to clarity somewhat. All these ten years, I was the only one who considered them family. If they truly saw me as family, they wouldn’t have distrusted me, wouldn’t have expelled me from Ficroch after Harley returned, and forbidden me from ever going back.I suddenly burst into laughter. “Since you’re so eager to see my memories, I’ll let you see your fill. “But just looking at my memories of ‘killing to cover up being caught cheating’ seems rather shallow. Don’t you think I’m evil to my core? “I also bullied classmates, stole valuable things from my mother, seduced men, and even beat my father while he was bedridden. That’s the kind of evil person I am.” Hannah and Austin looked at me with even more contempt. Austin’s voice was ice-cold. “I didn’t expect you to have any self-awareness.” I continued smiling and said, “If that’s the case, then let everyone judge all my ‘sins’ together.” The tribunal allowed spectators, and my words stunned the hundreds of attendees. The tribunal had tried many criminals, but only I had made such a strange request. Austin frowned. “Lydia, what trick are you trying to pull?” “Demon, don’t you dare hurt our family anymore!” Hannah lunged forward and grabbed my throat. My veins bulged as she choked me, but my smile only grew brighter. I said, “Cough, cough, what trick could I possibly play? I know my sins are grave, and I’m just asking for all my crimes to be judged together. Is that not allowed?” I thought to myself, “Since you’re so eager to see my ‘sins,’ look carefully. Let’s see who truly bears the weight of sin!” Judge Gael Walker signaled staff to pull Hannah away, then after an urgent discussion, finally decided to judge all charges together. I was fitted with the memory extraction machine, completely enveloped by the pungent smell of chemicals and the cold touch of metal. I thought, “Harley, now let everyone see what kind of person you really are!” I slowly closed my eyes, and the large screen behind me began broadcasting my memories.

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I signed a three-year secret relationship agreement with Elliot. On the surface, I was the enviable executive secretary. Behind closed doors, I was merely a substitute for his lover. I was only allowed to travel between the villa and the company, always by his side. I thought he loved me deeply, until I accidentally overheard his conversation with friends at a drinking party. “Parker would be furious if he knew you’ve kept his daughter, whom he’s been searching for most of his life, by your side, playing with her for three whole years.” “So what? As long as Lucia isn’t upset.” “Even though Juliet has a great figure, you must be bored with her by now. Why not let me have her…” “Hmm, I’ll think about it.” From these fragments of conversation, I pieced together the truth. So Elliot had kept me trapped by his side for three years all because of Lucia. To him, I was nothing but a plaything he could share with friends. Tears slid down the corners of my eyes as I stuffed the renewal agreement I had prepared back into my pocket. I would leave him forever. ***** “Juliet, why are you standing at the door?” Just as Elliot finished speaking, the private room door was forcefully pushed open. Elliot looked at me expressionlessly, pushing his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose, his tone ice-cold. “How long have you been here?” As the person was about to answer truthfully, I quickly interrupted, asking naturally, “Elliot, will you be busy for much longer? Should I take a taxi home first?” A flash of displeasure crossed Elliot’s face. “Don’t you dare leave my sight!” With that, he pulled me into the private room. The deafening music pounded in my ears as I looked at the men with varying expressions under the dim lights, feeling a wave of revulsion. Elliot’s hand firmly gripped my waist. He kept his distance from other women, yet clung to me possessively in his arms. He bit my collarbone hard and said, “Don’t go anywhere except by my side, understand? After I finish my work next week, I’ll take you for a vacation, okay?” I pushed him away, enduring the pain. He never acknowledged my status, yet always clung to me, leaving visible marks on my body. I said, “Okay.” I had always obeyed him, but this answer was an exception. He smiled with satisfaction, his hand slipping under my blouse. “You’re so obedient. How should I reward you?” I broke free from his embrace, unwilling to continue this charade of intimacy. When I saw he had no intention of stopping, I calmly reminded him, “So many people are watching. Aren’t you afraid the news will reach Lucia’s ears?” Sure enough, his face immediately turned cold. “You have no right to mention her.” For three years, I had meticulously played the role of an alluring rich girl, just to be more like Lucia. Yet I didn’t even have the right to mention her name. Perhaps to Elliot, I would never be worthy in this lifetime. His eyes darkened, but he left first, pulling me toward the underground parking garage. Just outside the private room, we ran into Lucia. Lucia asked curiously, “Eli, who is this?” Facing Lucia’s curious gaze, Elliot remained composed, smiling with exceptional tenderness. “She’s just an ordinary employee from my company who caused some trouble at the party. I’m taking her back to the office for a reprimand.” He tightened his grip on my wrist, silently warning me. My eyes filled with tears from the pain, and I nodded earnestly. Seeing my sincere expression, Lucia believed Elliot’s words. Elliot smiled with satisfaction. Lucia folded her arms, looking suspiciously between us, but was eventually called away by her friend without saying anything more. Elliot held my hand and pressed me against the back seat of his Bentley.The car had been specially modified with soundproof windows that prevented anyone outside from detecting what happened inside. Ironically, I once thought he was being considerate by driving smoothly on any road. But in reality, two-thirds of our intimate moments took place in this car. He thought it was both convenient and thrilling—just close the windows, and no one would ever know the shameful things happening inside.I had never felt so cheap. He pinned both my wrists with one hand, making my already swollen wrists even more unbearably painful. When I tried to struggle, his expression instantly turned cold. “Rein in your temper,” he said displeased. “Don’t make me irritated.” “You performed very well in front of Lucia earlier. I’ll give you a special reward.” The temperature in the car rose, yet I felt unusually cold. His eyes held only lust, not a trace of love. I was just a pet he could summon at will. I collapsed onto the seat, like a rag doll. Elliot’s face gradually darkened with menace. Just as he was about to speak, his phone rang. Lucia’s coquettish voice came through: “Eli, haven’t you left yet? Could you drive me home?” Her voice seemed to come from just outside the car window.

Everything happened so quickly. Elliot suddenly became flustered, responding with a hoarse voice. After some confusion, Lucia sat in the passenger seat. Her destination was a villa in the suburbs. The journey was quiet, but when the car turned onto a secluded suburban road, she suddenly said, “Eli, you seem quite close to your female assistant.” Elliot slammed on the brakes, fixing me with cold eyes. “Lucia, don’t misunderstand. I’ll make her get out right now.” The darkness outside was like a monster ready to devour me. I suppressed my anxiety and resistance, voluntarily opening the door to leave. Lucia said, “Eli, she’s your employee. It’s dangerous to make her get out here. I’m just a tiny bit uncomfortable, silly. I can handle it.” She pouted and turned away. Elliot quickly pulled her into his arms, but directed his anger at me: “What are you standing there for? Are you begging for death?” I couldn’t disobey any of his demands. That was stipulated in the agreement we signed three years ago. However, that agreement had already expired, and I no longer needed to follow its rules. Recently, there had been frequent murders, with multiple homicides reported nearby. After getting out, I barely dared to breathe loudly, suddenly recalling the night I first met Elliot. My foster father had jumped to his death after accumulating thirty million dollars in debt from a construction project. Worse still, my brother, trying to earn money, took the most dangerous job at a construction site and broke his leg when his safety lock wasn’t secured properly, requiring expensive medical treatment. I had tried everything except selling myself. I worked tirelessly selling drinks at various bars, but the money needed was like a bottomless pit. My appearance was too eye-catching, and I had repeatedly rejected one customer’s advances. Angered, he forced me to strip dance in a private room full of people. It was Elliot who saved me and voluntarily helped pay off all my debts, with the only condition being signing an agreement with him. He was a ray of light in my dark life. I knew he had been hurt before and still loved someone else. I knew he suffered from insomnia and could only sleep soundly when holding me at night. I understood his food preferences and dislikes. He seemed to have a desperate need for physical contact, having sex with me every day. No other women ever appeared in his life. He constantly gave me gifts and spoke words of affection. I naively believed we loved each other. But only now did I understand that he helped me because of my connection to Lucia. Lucia was Parker’s illegitimate daughter. If Parker’s daughter from his first marriage hadn’t been kidnapped as a child, Lucia would never have become the Harris family heir. She was ostracized in their entire social circle. Elliot found me, made me fall in love with him, and kept me under his control. As long as he controlled me, Lucia’s position as heir would remain unchallenged. Whenever Lucia got entangled with other men outside, Elliot would return home and vent his frustration on me.I thought it was love, only to realize it was actually hate. The sky suddenly erupted in a downpour, with icy raindrops pelting down, stinging my skin with their cold. There was no one around in sight and nowhere to take shelter. Having no phone with me, I couldn’t contact anyone, so I had no choice but to trudge along the road, enduring the hardship as I continued forward. Finally, I found a clinic. The moment the doctor opened the door, I collapsed unconscious.When I woke up, my head was throbbing. As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Elliot. Seeing me awake, he didn’t offer a single word of concern. He merely extinguished the lit cigarette in his hand and coldly urged, “Since you’re awake, let’s head out for the award ceremony.”

My mind went completely blank for a moment, and it took me a while to remember the schedule he was reminding me of. I had represented the company in a prestigious design competition and somehow managed to win the gold award. My face was pale, and for the first time in three years, I contemplated calling in sick. He seemed to read my mind and spoke first, “Who do you think you are? You just got caught in the rain, and now you’re acting all delicate and dramatic?” I pressed my lips together without arguing, silently getting up to dress myself. No matter what, in his eyes, I was worthless. I didn’t need to explain myself to him. A flash of satisfaction crossed his gaze. He even opened the car door for me and personally fastened my seatbelt. I looked out the window, a plan forming in my mind. This award ceremony was hosted by the Harris family. I might have a chance to meet my biological father, perhaps even be recognized by him on stage. Plus, today marked the day I received my first award in life. Thinking about this, a glimmer of anticipation rose within me. Lucia, as a representative of the host, was naturally present at the event. She glanced casually at the list of winners and said, “Juliet, you’re amazing, actually winning this award. I’m so envious I could cry. Unfortunately, I don’t have that talent; I might never win such an award in my lifetime.” I was momentarily speechless. In a fair and just competition, of course only those with ability would win. But I still casually agreed, “I was just lucky, that’s all.” The award ceremony began on time. Although I already knew the results, I was still extremely nervous when the award was announced, my palms sweating. The gold winner’s name scrolled on the big screen, and the host deliberately kept the audience in suspense. He dragged out his words, “The gold award goes to Lucia. Congratulations, Miss Harris!” The scrolling names on the screen finally stopped at “Lucia.” I had already instinctively stood up from my seat, staring blankly at the screen. Lucia, however, appeared composed. Seeing my somewhat awkward situation, she couldn’t help but cover her mouth and laugh softly, “What I want, I never fail to get.” Nearby, my biological father looked at Lucia with admiration as she went on stage to accept the award. The crowd below began to whisper. “Who is that? How embarrassing. Why did she stand up when the gold award was announced?” “I don’t know. But I heard the original gold winner was someone named Juliet. How did it suddenly change to Miss Harris?” “Miss Harris is just exceptional. Look how radiant she is today, making that girl from earlier look like a clumsy clown in comparison.” “Exactly, I think so too.” Hearing these words, my nails nearly dug into the flesh of my palms. Elliot was adjusting his cuffs at this moment and said coldly, “I had the organizers change the winner’s name an hour before the ceremony. Let this award be Lucia’s. “From now on, you’ll continue to create under Lucia’s name. “Awards aren’t important; what matters most is Lucia’s happiness.” I turned to look at Elliot in disbelief. This design had taken me an entire month of sleepless nights to complete, countless times of anxiety due to lack of inspiration. To me, it was as precious as my own child. Yet he so easily made me give up the award to Lucia. Seeing my unhappy expression, he slightly softened his tone, stroking my hand reassuringly, “Don’t be angry. Didn’t you want to go to the amusement park? I’ll take you there.” Once, I truly wanted to go to the amusement park with him.Once, I had truly wanted to go to the amusement park with him. But now, I had given up on that idea entirely. I let out a bitter smile. Elliot loved Lucia and thought constantly about making her happy, while I only received his hollow attention. Mustering my courage, I said to Elliot, “That won’t be necessary. The agreement between us has run its course, and I want to leave.”However, Elliot seemed not to have heard me at all. Lucia excitedly came down from the stage after receiving her award and threw herself straight into his arms. He congratulated Lucia, completely ignoring what I had said. The courage I had mustered instantly vanished. For the past three years, I only knew how to obey him, enduring his unreasonable temper and endless desires. Now, I finally realized clearly that my submission and pleas only encouraged his behavior, never earning me an ounce of compassion. While Elliot and Lucia were immersed in their sweet moment, I quietly slipped away, trying to find an opportunity to approach an assistant close to my biological father. I said, “Hello, I’m Juliet. Actually, I’m Mr. Harris’s biological daughter.” I thought he would be shocked or excited, but he responded expressionlessly, “Do you have any proof?” I panicked inside and stammered, “No, but…” He had clearly lost patience. “Ma’am, you’re the two hundredth person claiming to be Mr. Harris’s daughter. How many more times must this trick be repeated?” With that, he turned to leave, ignoring all my explanations and pleas. Just as I was feeling disappointed, a handsome man approached me and asked sincerely, “Do you need help?” I tried hard to recall, but had no memory of this person. He said, “You don’t remember me? Last night at the bar, didn’t you overhear my conversation with Elliot?” Hearing his words, I finally remembered who he was. I frowned, rolled my eyes, and was about to leave. He was taken aback, quickly stepped forward and grabbed my wrist, explaining, “I said those things intentionally for you to hear. Don’t misunderstand. I can help you.”

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