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For eight years, I had been a bodyguard for a woman. Then, in a single night of passionate abandon, I became more than just her protector but her boyfriend. However, fate, ever the cruel mistress, had other plans. In a twist of irony, both her first love and I found ourselves kidnapped. But she chose her first love without hesitation. I was cast aside because I was a mere pet in her eyes. As I plunged into the abyss of the sea, my final wish was to be spared the torment of her presence in any life to come. … I was Richard Davis, serving both as the bodyguard for Natalie George and, more intimately, as her boyfriend. That evening, I had spent hours crafting a meal when Natalie came rushing towards me. Her eyes were wild with panic. “Mike has been in an accident! Take me to the hospital now!” she cried. Mike Quinn was her first love. “But you haven’t eaten…” I stated, only to be cut off by her impatience. “I can’t eat now!” she interrupted me. Her voice carried a clear tone of irritation and censure as though she were implying that my only concern, amidst everything, was the mundane act of eating. Without waiting, she swiftly strode away. I paused, torn for just half a second before my instincts kicked in; I grabbed the car keys and hurried after her. Mike’s injuries, while not severe, were complicated by his hemophilia and rare blood type. He was in a dire situation. Natalie nudged my arm and said, “Richard, I recall you have Rh-negative blood, right? You must donate blood for Mike!” I clenched my fists and silently gazed at her. Natalie declared, “It’s just blood. You won’t die. You can replenish it quickly.” My breath caught in my throat. Her attention never strayed from Mike. She had completely forgotten that I was her boyfriend. With an urgency that bordered on desperation, she pressed the nurse to hurry me along for a blood draw as though Mike would die within each fleeting second. Upon my return from the room where my blood was drawn, I found Natalie perched at the edge of the bed. Her gaze was locked on Mike, and her eyes were brimming with an ocean of love. She clasped his hand, whispering, “Mike, you must stay healthy.” I stood there, momentarily frozen. Then, with my heart quietly shattering, I walked out, seeking solace in the hospital corridor. Overhead, the cold white light bathed me in its unforgiving glow. At George Manor, I was more than a mere servant; I was handpicked by her father to shadow Natalie as her bodyguard. I embraced the duty for eight enduring years. But it was a drunken night that changed everything. I carried the drunk Natalie to her room, and in a moment of vulnerability, she kissed me, leading to a night of lovemaking. The next morning, she asked me to be her boyfriend, and I accepted, for I had loved her in silence for all those years. I recalled the day Natalie first captured my heart. At the tender age of fifteen, I was forced by an elderly servant to wash his undergarments. My refusal was met with such brutality that he nearly killed me with his fists. As I lay there, dying, Natalie approached. In a delicate dress, she was like a little princess straight out of a fairy tale. She knelt before me and gently applied ointment to my battered flesh. It was at that moment that I truly saw Natalie up close for the first time. I held my breath, afraid that even the warmth of my exhale might disrupt the serenity of her presence. When she finished, she placed a candy in my hand. “If the pain becomes too much, take this strawberry-flavored candy. It’s very sweet.” It was the first time I had tasted such sweet. Through the years, I’d bent to her every whim without hesitation, as loyal as a steadfast hound. There was a time when appendicitis clawed at my insides, and as I was prepped for surgery, her call came through. Without a second thought, I abandoned the surgery to be by her side. Natalie and Mike grew up together. They were once in a love that had been put on hold by distance. Three months ago, Mike returned from abroad. Before his return, Natalie would summon me to her side for gallant escapades. Together, we would ride horses across verdant fields, ski down the powdery slopes, and grace the tables of couple’s restaurants. We indulged in all the rites of courtship reserved for lovers, but our bond could never be proclaimed to the world. She would even post our picture on social media, though my face remained a secret. It was only days ago that I discovered the truth hidden in her phone. Those declarations of our love were for Mike’s eyes alone. I was a pawn in her game to provoke his jealousy. Even the clothes and shoes she bestowed upon me were reflections of his tastes, not mine. As dawn broke, Natalie emerged from the ward, asking me to fetch breakfast. Noticing my stillness, she seemed to sense the turmoil within me. She took my hand and softly said, “Richard, you understand, don’t you? Mike and I grew up together. With his family abroad, I’m all he has here.” I nodded and went to get her favorite breakfast. Hamburgers and milk. Her brows knitted together in displeasure as she chided me, “Richard, can you not handle even the simplest task? Mike mustn’t have such greasy fare in his condition. Aren’t you aware of that?” My hand, clasping the hamburger, became still in the air as I sought to feed her.

Mike declared, “Natalie, it’s alright.” Natalie snatched the food from my grasp. “Fine!” Her eyes met mine. “You should go back. I’ll stay at the hospital to look after Mike.” I bit back the bitter taste of rejection, turning away from the ward. When I returned home, there lay the meal I had meticulously prepared. Each plate was untouched. All of them were Natalie’s favorites. From the refrigerator, I retrieved a cake. In fact, today was my birthday. But Natalie forgot. At noon, I ventured back to the hospital with a lunch box in hand. The murmur of conversation halted me just outside the ward. Through the sliver of an opening, I watched as several people gathered around Mike’s bed. “Mike and Natalie are a perfect pair,” one voice chimed. “Natalie, you don’t know how deeply Mike cares for you. He’s been waiting for you ever since your breakup,” another added. A question hung in the air. “Natalie, what about your boyfriend? Did you two break up?” Natalie’s closest friend was quick to interject, “What nonsense! He’s merely a bodyguard, of low status, entirely unworthy of Natalie!” “Indeed, his lineage is marred by an alcoholic father and a mother who danced her nights away; both deemed him an encumbrance and sold him off to the George family. He needs to remember his place.” Flushed, Natalie stared at Mike. “I don’t have a boyfriend.” I was thrust back to that night when she confessed her fondness for my bashful demeanor. In my arms, she looked blushed. Suppressing the tempest within, I entered the ward. My movements were rigid as I placed the lunch box on the table. The atmosphere shifted, charged with unspoken tension. Sneers followed. Mike’s eyes locked onto mine. There was a piercing challenge in his stare, silently demanding, “Just who do you believe you are to contend with me?” My fists clenched, and I retreated. Natalie’s voice trailed after me, “Richard, my friends were just joking. Don’t read too much into it.” I faced her and forced a grim smile. “Why not tell them I’m your boyfriend?” Her eyes evaded mine. “Haven’t I explained this before? I’m not ready to make it public. Don’t be unreasonable!” I kept silent. Natalie spun on her heel and returned to the ward. I stood there without moving. Half an hour passed before the visitors departed. My hand delved into my pocket, seeking car keys. But I found instead a set of Bluetooth earphones. Natalie had entrusted me with them, yet in the tumult of emotions, I had failed to deliver them to her. I approached the ward, turning the handle to find it locked. A sense of foreboding washed over me as I knocked. It took a long time before Natalie opened the door. Her coat was discarded, revealing a one-shoulder sweater. Her bare shoulder was marred with seemingly sexual bruises. My heart sank. Natalie asked coldly, “What’s the matter?” I handed her the earphones. “Your earphones.” She was stunned and took them. With a hoarse whisper, I asked, “What did you do with him?” Her expression hardened as she slapped me in anger, “How dare you question me?” Her displeasure was palpable. “Richard, stop with the suspicions. I’m exhausted for dealing with company matters and caring for Mike.” She tugged at her sweater, offering an explanation, “It’s just an allergy. I’ll see a doctor later.” Grief threatened to consume me as I gritted my teeth. Love did not blind me but silenced my protests. The following day, Mike was discharged, and Natalie tasked me with the errand of fetching them. Yet, on the way, fate intervened. I was caught in a car accident.

A wild cat, a sudden apparition in the road, caused my swift evasion, thereby my car colliding with a tree. A sharp pain seared through my arm. At this time, my phone rang. It was Natalie. The moment the connection was made, her voice surged through, laced with irritation, “Richard, what on earth is the matter with you? We’ve been stranded at the hospital’s entrance!” I tried to speak, “I’m…” Before I could explain my involvement in a car accident, she icily cut me off, “If you’re not here in ten minutes, you’re fired!” The call ended, leaving my words unspoken. I gazed at the phone numbly as a profound ache throbbed within my chest. My heart shattered. Glimpsing my bloodied arm, I gritted against the pain, maneuvering the car with one hand and steering towards the hospital. I even compressed a journey of twenty minutes into ten. At the hospital entrance, Natalie glared at me. “What kind of bodyguard are you? Always slacking off. Mike is fragile; he can’t stand for long.” I held back and felt heartbroken. It marked yet another time Natalie cast blame upon me, all for the sake of Mike. Just last month, they ventured out for a horseback ride; Mike mounted a particularly spirited horse, which bucked him off mid-gallop, leaving him with broken ribs as a harsh memento of the day. Natalie had admonished me, claiming that the turmoil stemmed from my poor choice in horse breeds. Merely a week prior, they planned a dinner outing and instructed me to place their order. I selected a dessert with mango, not recalling Mike’s allergy, which led to an urgent rush to the hospital for his allergic reaction. Natalie accused me of nearly killing Mike! A handful of nights ago, she indulged in drinks with Mike until the spirits took hold. While assisting them into the car, she directed me to aid Mike, who, in a moment of deliberate defiance, shook off my hand, resulting in his head striking the car door sharply. She laid the fault at my feet, accusing me of clumsiness for not securing Mike adequately, which led to the unfortunate collision of his forehead with the car’s frame. Whenever a misfortune befell Mike, Natalie accused me of my negligence and my dereliction. Yet, I was her bodyguard, not Mike’s. After escorting Mike to his apartment, I drove home. Once we disembarked from the vehicle, Natalie finally noticed my injury. She asked in surprise, “Your arm is bleeding!” I said calmly, “There was an accident.” She looked at me. “Why not tell me? Go to the hospital for bandaging.” When Mike suffered a car accident, her anxiety propelled her to his side at the hospital, where she remained steadfastly by him. Contrastingly, in the aftermath of my own accident, her concern was succinctly expressed with a detached directive, “Go to the hospital for bandaging.” I was human, flesh and blood, with feelings. “Natalie,” I called She looked up at me. My voice was hoarse, “Do you still like me?” If she were to say no, I could retreat to my former role as her bodyguard, never overstepping the bounds again. She smiled at me, “Yes.” I reached for an embrace, but she pushed me away. “You smell of blood. It’s awful. Don’t touch me.” My hand hung in the air, and the warmth in my heart extinguished. “When will we make our relationship known?” I gazed at her delicate features and asked, “What am I to you, a bodyguard or a boyfriend?” Or was I merely a tool to provoke Mike? She froze. Silence hung between us like a heavy curtain. “Now’s not the time for such romantic talk. Your hand’s bleeding; you should go to the hospital.” She turned away and went into the house, leaving me to gaze upon her back. I had trailed in her shadow to care for her. Yet, all she bequeathed to me, in the end, was the view of her departing back. I took a taxi to the hospital. The doctor had just bandaged my wound when I got a call from Natalie. Her voice was fraught with tears, “Mike’s missing. I can’t reach him. His family’s in debt from a failed business. I fear something’s happened. Please, you must find him quickly!” Natalie, ever privileged, never uttered the word “please.” My resolve melted away. In haste, I left the hospital, neglecting even to don my coat. I hurried to reach Mike’s apartment. Downstairs, I encountered a group of men moving with surreptitious intent, bearing a large sack that appeared to encase human forms within its shadowy depths. My suspicion whispered that Mike might be trapped within, propelling me into combat with those enigmatic figures. However, with my arm already wounded, I was quickly overwhelmed and brought to the ground by their force. They took me in the car. Amidst their hushed exchanges, I gleaned that their quarry was not Mike himself but rather the ransom he represented. Having recognized Mike as the one cherished most by Natalie, the kidnappers sought to exploit this love, demanding a ransom of one million dollars for his safe return. With urgency driving her every step, Natalie hurried to the designated beach, clutching the ransom of one million dollars. Both Mike and I found ourselves bound tightly with ropes, so our mobility was stolen. Yet, Natalie solely settled her gaze on Mike as she cried, “Let him go.” Mike was equally desperate. “Natalie, save me!” My wound reopened, blood flowing. My face turned ghostly pale. My strength ebbed to a whisper. Natalie spared me not a glance. She stared at the kidnappers. “I’ve brought the money, so let Mike go.” Abruptly, the kidnappers revised their demand, reasoning that two million dollars would suffice for two lives. They insisted Natalie procure an additional million dollars for my ransom, warning that without it, they would liberate only one of us. Without hesitation, Natalie pointed at me. “He’s just a dog I raised, not worth a million dollars. Mike must be safe. Let him go!” At that moment, my heart felt as though it had been pierced, bleeding profusely. The intense pain stole my breath. I had known she did not care for me. From the beginning, I was but a means to provoke Mike. Yet, to hear myself reduced to a mere pet in her eyes was a blow I had not anticipated. Her declaration of affection to me, it seemed, was as fleeting and insincere as her regard for a dog. Eyeing me, the kidnappers posed a grim choice to Natalie. “If you don’t choose him, he’ll be thrown into the sea.” Natalie fixed her gaze on Mike, never once straying to me. “His death is of no consequence. I want Mike to live.” The tether that held my sanity snapped. To her, my life was worth less than a glance. After a few seconds, a strange calm washed over me. I was a creature of the George family, so my existence was a debt to her. Now, it was time to repay that debt in full. From this moment on, I would owe the George family nothing. In the next heartbeat, my body was lifted. A splash marked my descent into the icy sea. As the chill of the night invaded my very bones, my eyelids fluttered to a close. At that final, fleeting moment, a singular thought consumed me. In my next life, I wished never to encounter Natalie again.

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After my daughter, Kathy Bowman, was declared brain-dead, my husband, Patrick Bowman, urged me to sign the organ donation agreement. I was drowning in a sea of grief, my mind on the verge of collapse. Then, I discovered, quite by accident, that Kathy’s attending physician, Laurie Guerrero, was my husband’s former lover. They lied, claiming Kathy was brain-dead, tricking me into signing the agreement to harvest her heart to save Laurie’s daughter. I saw Patrick escorting Laurie’s daughter out of the hospital. They laughed together, looking like a blissful family. I confronted them at their door, only to be pushed down the stairs by Patrick and Laurie, my life ending then and there. Now, I have been reborn on the very day I signed that donation agreement. Looking at my daughter lying in the hospital bed, I silently swore to myself. This time, I would make those two deceitful lovers pay. Kathy’s small body was covered in tubes, her pale face marked by a sickly flush. I rubbed my eyes, realizing I had returned to that familiar scene, facing once again the moment that had shattered my heart in my previous life. With trembling hands, I stroked Kathy’s warm little hand. A pang of sorrow hit me, and tears streamed down my face. “I miss you so much, so much… I’m so sorry…” My husband, Patrick, gently patted my shoulder from beside me. “Don’t disturb her anymore. Let’s go; it’s time.” Urged by a nurse, I dragged my weakened legs out of the ICU alongside Patrick. We entered a cramped office, and he handed me a pen. “You’ve seen it all. Every moment Kathy stays alive is pure agony now that she’s brain-dead. “Sign the organ donation agreement. Let the child find peace.” Hearing his casual words, a tide of anger surged within me, drying up my tears instantly. I slammed the pen down on the desk and brushed off his hand from my shoulder. “I’m not signing! My daughter is definitely not brain-dead!” Patrick froze. “Didn’t we already agree? You’ve seen the doctor’s diagnosis. This is the best hospital in the city. What more could you be doubting?” I was furious. I saw right through Patrick’s feigned innocence and surprise at his sinister intentions. In my past life, I trusted him far too blindly. My daughter Kathy had been admitted to this hospital for pneumonia. I never imagined that the attending doctor Patrick had arranged, Laurie, would turn out to be his former lover. Pneumonia wasn’t usually fatal, but after I left for just one night, Kathy’s condition suddenly deteriorated, landing her in the emergency room. I rushed back to the hospital, only to hear Laurie announce that my daughter was brain dead. Before I could even recover from the shock, Patrick was already pushing me to sign the organ donation agreement. “Kathy has always been a kind child. If she knew her organs could save others, I believe she would agree.” I was inconsolable, and under Patrick’s half-coercion, half-persuasion, I signed my name on the agreement. What I didn’t know was that soon after Kathy’s ventilator was removed, her heart was transplanted into Laurie’s daughter. I was consumed by the agony of losing my daughter while Patrick quickly returned to his normal life. By sheer chance, I saw Patrick in an amusement park in a neighboring city. A little girl I didn’t recognize sat on his shoulders, with Laurie leaning close to him. I followed them, seeking the truth, but they teamed up and pushed me from a high building. In a pool of my own blood, I clutched the pendant containing a lock of my daughter’s hair. I had thought about ending my own life many times. But whenever I saw their triumphant faces, the flames of hatred pierced through my weakness. To be reborn at this moment, I felt incredibly fortunate. I realized that fate had given me this chance to avenge my daughter!

Thinking about all this, I wanted nothing more than to slap that deceitful look off Patrick’s face. “I’m taking Kathy to another hospital right now for a full re-evaluation! I will never sign this agreement!” Seeing the fury on my face, Patrick frowned. “Amanda, stop being unreasonable. You went home last night, while I stayed here all night. I saw the entire resuscitation process with my own eyes. “I know this is hard for you, but this is the reality. Can you control your emotions?” I let out a cold laugh. “Are you seriously asking a mother to stay calm when her child’s life hangs by a thread? “And why did I go home last night? I went because your mother said her heart was feeling unwell and wanted me to look after her.” A flicker of annoyance crossed Patrick’s face. “Don’t go blaming my mother or me. This is just Kathy’s misfortune. “You agreed to sign the agreement just now, and now you’re changing your mind. Don’t you think you’re being too emotional?” Seeing his indifferent attitude, I didn’t want to waste any more words on him. I knew the most important thing now was to transfer Kathy to another hospital for a fresh diagnosis and treatment. I understood that the Patrick standing before me was no longer the man who once played barefoot in puddles with our daughter in our small rented room. I pushed the office door open forcefully and headed towards the ICU. At the same time, I dialed a familiar number on my phone. In the seven years since I married Patrick, I had also severed ties with my family. My parents and brother had vehemently opposed our marriage, so I left my wealthy home to move to another city with Patrick. But now, the only ones who could help me were my family, who had always supported me. When the call connected, I didn’t have time to explain much. I choked out a single sentence before breaking down in tears. “Mom, Dad, please save my daughter. She needs to be transferred to the best hospital in the province…” My parents didn’t hold any grudges from the past. They quickly contacted the best medical team in the province. After hanging up the phone, I looked up at the clock on the wall. The transfer team would arrive in two hours. Just then, Patrick rushed over in a hurry. “Amanda, what are you doing here? Stop making trouble and come with me to sign the agreement. We already agreed to it before, and the whole medical team is waiting for us.” I didn’t look at him; I just kept my eyes on the ICU door. Seeing my lack of response, Patrick seemed a bit agitated. “Stop standing there and let’s go. Don’t keep the doctors waiting.” I turned to look at him. “Kathy is still lying in the ICU, and you’re already so eager to take her organs?” Patrick suddenly looked a bit flustered. “What are you talking about? She’s our daughter. How could I be that cruel? “But Kathy is already brain-dead. There’s no hope of her waking up; she’s just a lifeless shell! “Organ donation is a meaningful act. Kathy once said when she was watching TV that she wanted her life to have more value. Isn’t this fulfilling her wish?” Hearing these words, my rage boiled over. A few months ago, Patrick had us watch some documentaries about organ donation. At the time, Kathy was moved to tears. After all, she was so young, so kind-hearted. But I never imagined that Kathy’s kindness and my trust would become the groundwork for Patrick’s plan. I gathered all my strength and slapped him hard across the face. “Get out! I’m not going anywhere! No one is to touch my daughter. I’m transferring her!” Patrick staggered back, clutching his face, looking utterly disheveled. He couldn’t help but shout loudly, “You’re holding onto your own issues, forcing our daughter to stay in this world. Keeping her like this is only causing her pain. What’s the point? “Her muscles will atrophy, she’ll develop bedsores, her whole body will decay. She’ll rot alive! Wouldn’t it be better for her to leave peacefully?” I glared at this stranger of a man standing before me. I knew that beneath his self-righteous words lay a carefully plotted, vicious scheme.

In the midst of the tense standoff, a figure rushed over and grabbed Patrick. “Patrick, Patrick, are you okay?” It was Patrick’s mother, Doreen Bowman. She looked at his swollen face with concern, then turned to me, her eyes blazing with anger. “Amanda! How could you hit Patrick like this? You’re nothing but a shrew!” “Kathy’s condition is hopeless now. This isn’t Patrick’s fault, so stop taking it out on him! “And what’s the big deal about signing a donation agreement? The dead can’t come back! She’ll be cremated in the end anyway. What more do you want? Are you planning to keep Kathy at home forever?” Doreen’s words became more and more outrageous, her emotions escalating. I was livid, my eyes burning with fury, and I slapped Patrick hard on the other side of his face. Dazed by the two slaps, Patrick seemed stunned. Doreen, not expecting this, screamed and rushed to cradle Patrick’s face, filled with distress. I looked coldly at my hand, now reddened from the impact. “Does it hurt? It should. Only a parent feels the pain of their own child!” “Get out of here! If you say another word, I’ll smash you with this thermos!” Doreen’s eyes widened, and her lips trembled with rage. “Shrew! You’re nothing but a complete shrew!” The scene turned chaotic. Patrick, barely containing his anger, demanded answers from me. “Amanda, you’ve slapped me, you’ve yelled, you’ve vented enough, haven’t you? “Now come and sign the papers! There’s nothing more to discuss. You already agreed back in the doctor’s office; you can’t just back out now!” With that, he snatched my phone and forcefully grabbed my arms. With Doreen’s help, they started dragging me away. I gritted my teeth and struggled desperately. Seeing that I was no match for the two of them, I decided to cry out for help. “Doctor! Nurse! Security! They’re trying to kidnap me!” A few nurses rushed over, but seeing it was Patrick, a familiar face, they awkwardly hesitated. Patrick forced a smile. “It’s fine, my wife is just a bit emotional. No need to bother yourselves.” But I refused to relent, shouting, “They were the ones who attacked me first! If you don’t stop them, I’ll keep shouting until every patient’s family comes over to see!” The nurses exchanged glances, then reluctantly stepped forward to separate us. Patrick grudgingly let go of me. My heart finally settled, and I quickly glanced at the time. I thought to myself, “Only one more hour until the transfer team arrives. If I can just hold out for one more hour, I can take my daughter away from here for good!” “Patrick, what’s going on? Why is it taking you so long to come over?” Laurie’s sweet, coquettish voice rang out. She looked at Patrick tenderly and, noticing the swelling on his face, hurried over to examine it. The moment Patrick saw her, all his anger vanished, replaced by a gentle expression. “It’s nothing. Amanda doesn’t want to sign, so we had a bit of an argument.” Laurie looked up at me. At that moment, I knew I must have looked a mess with my disheveled hair and wild eyes. “Mrs. Bowman, your daughter is already brain-dead. You yourself agreed to sign the donation agreement earlier. “The hospital is very grateful for your magnanimity and generosity. I also understand that there’s always a mental hurdle to overcome with such decisions. “Rest assured, though your child is no longer here, her life will continue in another form…” I cut her off, my voice loud and fierce, silencing her hypocritical speech. “You’re lying! My daughter is not brain-dead. Your diagnosis is fake! There’s no way I’m signing anything—I want a transfer right now!” Laurie shook her head, pretending to look hurt. “Mrs. Bowman, I know you’re grieving, but please don’t make baseless accusations, okay? “I worked tirelessly to save your daughter for nearly ten hours, stayed up all night, and now I have to continue treating other patients. And yet, in your eyes, I’m just an incompetent doctor! “We prepared extensively for the signing of the agreement, and the media reporters are waiting. How am I supposed to explain this to them?” Hearing this, the surrounding patients and nurses began whispering amongst themselves. “Dr. Guerrero is one of the best doctors in the entire hospital. How could she have made a wrong diagnosis?” “I think this mother is just too emotional, causing all this trouble.” “Yeah, there’s no sympathy for her. Dr. Guerrero put in so much effort, and she’s still being criticized. This is just unreasonable!” Upon seeing the crowd pointing fingers at me, Patrick’s face showed a hint of smug satisfaction. “Amanda, you’re too emotional right now. Why don’t we go back to the office and talk, okay?” As he spoke, he reached out to grab me. I took a step back, wary. “Don’t touch me!” Laurie signaled to the nurses who had gathered around. Out of nowhere, a security guard appeared, pinning my shoulders and slamming me hard against the wall. Laurie directed the nurses with authority. “She’s too agitated. We need to administer a sedative right away!”

Patrick quickly chimed in. “I’m her husband. I agree!” Seeing the nurse with the syringe coming closer, I struggled in desperation, shouting for help, but no one around me made a move. “Stop! Let her go right now!” Suddenly, a commanding voice boomed across the room, startling everyone. My brother, Stanton Blakely, had finally arrived with the medical team. Taking advantage of the moment when the security guards and nurses were stunned, I shoved them away and dashed over to Stanton. “Stanton, save Kathy!” Stanton patted my shoulder reassuringly and then turned to Patrick, his face furious. “Are you helping these people hurt your wife and child? “Where’s the declaration of Kathy’s brain death? Show it to me!” I couldn’t stop trembling; my back was soaked with sweat. If Stanton hadn’t arrived in time, I might have been sedated or even forced to sign the papers, losing Kathy forever! Laurie composed herself and looked at Stanton arrogantly. “And who are you? “This is an intensive care unit! Where are the security guards? Only family members are allowed here; everyone else needs to leave.” Stanton let out a fearless laugh. “I’m Kathy’s uncle, so I am her family! I have doubts about your diagnosis. Hand over the report!” Patrick and Laurie suddenly seemed flustered. “Why didn’t I know Kathy had an uncle? “Didn’t Amanda say she had no family?” Doreen turned to look at me. Tears welled up in my eyes as I held onto Stanton’s hand. “Stanton, I’m sorry. I was too naive back then, deceived by this man. He’s worse than a beast… Now I know how wrong I was.” Stanton wiped away my tears. “Alright, let’s deal with the transfer first. As for your divorce, I’ll take care of it when we get back.” Patrick suddenly sneered with a mocking tone. “Transferring her requires a decision from Kathy’s biological parents. You’re just her uncle. You don’t have that authority. Even if her grandparents showed up, it wouldn’t matter.” Doreen nodded in agreement. “Exactly, this is a family matter, none of your business!” Stanton’s face darkened as he prepared to speak again, but Laurie stepped forward, blocking his path. “Sir, transferring Kathy requires not only the parents’ consent but also the attending physician’s approval. “As Kathy’s attending physician, I believe she doesn’t meet the criteria for a transfer, so I won’t approve it.” I glared at Laurie with intense hatred. “I’ll write a waiver. My medical team will be responsible for Kathy’s safety during the transfer. It has nothing to do with your hospital! I couldn’t care less whether you approve it or not!” As the standoff continued, the hospital’s director, Dwayne Wilbert, walked in. Stanton whispered to me, “Don’t worry. I spoke with him before I came.” I exhaled deeply, waiting for Dwayne to intervene. Dwayne cleared his throat and began slowly, “I’ve already got a general understanding of the situation. Mrs. Bowman doesn’t agree with Dr. Laurie’s diagnosis, so she refuses to sign the donation agreement and now wants to transfer the patient, correct?” Laurie nodded nervously. Dwayne continued, “Then bring over the diagnosis reports showing the patient’s brain death. Let Mrs. Bowman take a look, and everything will be clear.” Patrick and Laurie’s faces immediately turned tense. Laurie hesitated and tried to explain, “Director, because of the urgency, our team worked through the night saving patients and handling other tasks, so the reports haven’t been compiled yet…” I couldn’t help but sneer loudly. “Not compiled, or not enough time to fake them?”

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On the day of our scheduled divorce, I waited at the civil affairs office for three long hours. He never showed up, but news of his car accident did. The crash had wiped his memory clean. I covered my face and cried, not out of sadness, but from happiness. I didn’t have to divorce him anymore. In the three years we were married, he never truly looked at me. I was the only one who had feelings for him. But on the night he was discharged from the hospital, he came to my bedroom door with a pillow in hand. He asked, looking a bit pitiful, “Honey, aren’t we sleeping together?”

Morning sunlight poured in. Lydia Bell stared at the sleeping man next to her, totally captivated. She traced her fingers over his chiseled chest, up to his Adam’s apple, then paused at his tempting lips. Suddenly, her wrist was caught. Chad Holland’s eyes snapped open. Lydia shivered but quickly smiled brightly. “Good morning, Chad. Or… Uncle Chad?” Uncle?! Chad’s eyes darkened. He instantly pushed Lydia away and sat up. No wonder she looked familiar when she seduced him last night! She was his nephew Brian Holland’s fiancée! “You’ve got guts,” Chad said, getting up irritably. With his back to Lydia, he threw on a robe and then sent his location to his assistant. “So… are you mad?” Lydia sat up slowly, wrapping her arms around Chad from behind. Feigning innocence, she said, “Brian’s been cheating with Eva Bell for ages. To get back at him, I slept with his uncle. Fair, right?” “You’re the first woman to use me,” Chad said coldly. “Aren’t you scared of me?” At 6’7″ with a killer stare, Chad was downright intimidating. As the future head of the Holland family, he was known for being ruthless. But she couldn’t deny last night was unforgettable! Sure, he had a rough edge, but there were surprisingly tender moments too. “Scared? You were amazing last night!” “So, Brian doesn’t do it for you?” Chad smirked, gripping her chin. Lydia scoffed. “He’s too busy with Eva in bed. Why else would I come to you?” She stood on her tiptoes and then kissed Chad, pressing herself against him. Chad felt his body heat up. He couldn’t deny it—this woman was stunning and irresistible! Slowly, a dangerous and alluring aura surrounded him. “Are you sure about this?” His eyes locked onto hers, desire flickering within. “What?” Before she could react, Chad pinned her to the bed, sending a shiver down her spine. “Chad… mmph.” His kiss silenced her. His fingers tightened around the back of her neck. “You asked for it.” Two hours later, Lydia lay exhausted on the bed. Who knew Chad, with his cool exterior, could be so fiery in bed? Something she never experienced with Brian! He always said she was boring and stiff. After years together, they barely kissed. Now here she was, in bed with his uncle! Whoa! Revenge never felt so sweet!

Suddenly, Lydia’s phone rang, snapping her out of her thoughts. She glanced at the screen- It was Brian. She answered. “Make it quick.” “Where have you been? Eva and I messaged you a ton, but no reply.” Lydia tightened her robe, eyes meeting Chad’s. Fresh out of the shower, water droplets traced down his sculpted abs. Quite the sight! “Oh, missed them. What’s up?” Lydia looked away, casually picking up her clothes from the floor. “My uncle’s back. I’m picking you up for dinner.” Then, Brian hung up before she could respond. Lydia’s heart skipped a beat. “What? Brian’s coming over?” But now wasn’t the time to confront him. She had a bigger plan! She rushed over, blocking Chad and shoving him toward the closet. “Hide, Brian’s coming up!” “What?” Chad’s face darkened. “How dare she make me hide in the closet?” “Ding dong—” The doorbell made Lydia even more anxious. Without a word, she pushed Chad into the largest closet with all her might. “I promise, you’ll be out soon!” she pleaded, hands clasped. Then, she slammed the door shut. Rushing downstairs, she opened the door and was mortified to see Eddy Mogen standing there. What? Not Brian. Chad’s assistant? “Ms. Bell, Mr. Holland asked me to bring him a new outfit,” Eddy said, handing over the bag. Lydia watched as Chad dressed with effortless grace, her heart racing. “Sorry…” Lydia started awkwardly. She hadn’t meant to lock him in the closet. “I’m not interested in you and Brian,” Chad said coldly, finishing up without even looking at her. But Lydia grabbed his arm. “Can you wait a bit? Brian’s almost here.” “You want to hide me in the closet again?” Chad’s tone was icy. Lydia knew he was on the edge of anger, but she felt bolder now. She stood on tiptoe and kissed Chad again, whispering, “Maybe that’s not such a bad idea?” Then, before Chad could react, she darted out. “See you, Uncle!” she called with a mischievous grin. Chad felt a wave of anger. “How many times is she gonna mess with me?” he thought. “She’s got some nerve!”

It was pouring down heavily, causing low visibility on the road. The car was stuck in traffic just two kilometers away. Brian was in a foul mood. When he saw Lydia wearing a turtleneck sweater with her chin tucked in, he couldn’t help but frown. “Are you going in that?” It was only autumn, and it wasn’t the season for high-collar sweaters yet. Although Lydia looked stunning in the sweater, she still looked a bit odd. Thinking about the hickey on her neck left by Chad, Lydia’s lips curled up. “Well, it’s raining. This is for not catching a cold.” “Overly cautious. Make no sense.” Brian’s impatience grew even more. Lydia stroked her collar with her fair fingertips. “Brian, you haven’t been to the company for half a month, have you?” Brian hated she talked to him that way, as if she was superior to everything. “Wherever I go has nothing to do with you.” Brian honked the horn impatiently, feeling that sitting in the same confined space with Lydia was a torment. Then his phone rang. From the corner of her eyes, Lydia noticed that the caller was Eva, her best friend. In contrast to his impatience with Lydia earlier, Brian’s expression suddenly softened. “Eva, are you awake? It’s pouring outside. Don’t go out. Do you have a fever? Is it serious?” His tone shifted from cheerful to concerned, and then to panicked. Lydia didn’t ask any more questions. She absentmindedly played with the hair. Brian cursed twice, hung up the phone, and angrily pounded the steering wheel a few times. Lydia found his behavior funny. She wasn’t upset about his excessive concern for another woman, but rather curious about how he would react if he went upstairs then and discovered the absurd situation between her and his uncle Chad. But Brian was never interested in her, let alone visited her apartment. Thinking of his reaction in the future, Lydia laughed silently. Brian had already pulled out the car keys angrily. Without even holding up his umbrella, he ran directly into the rain. “Not going to the Holland Manor?” Lydia opened the car window and shouted when his figure was about to disappear. “Eva is sick. I’ll go and see her first. She is your friend, after all.” Brian’s voice faded away in the rain. Lydia closed the car window. Her eyes were filled with sarcasm. “Then you must take good care of my friend,” she murmured. Then Lydia sighed. She knew this man was unreliable. Lydia looked at the torrential rain outside, turned her head, and found that Brian had taken away the car keys. She frowned. The car in front had been cleared, but the car she was sitting in was parked in the middle of the road. She soon attracted a lot of scolding. Lydia wanted to find an umbrella to get out of the car but found several used condoms from the seat gap. She felt nauseated. Lydia opened the storage box and saw a limited edition lipstick. It was a gift she had given Eva the last time. There were only 30 pieces in the world. It couldn’t be a coincidence. She knew Eva left it here deliberately. Lydia sneered and closed the storage box again, pretending not to see this blatant provocation. She couldn’t find an umbrella, so she had to get out of the car and stand in the rain. The rain was too heavy. Lydia was soaked instantly. She watched the traffic police ordering people to tow the car away. Poor Lydia stood in the torrential rain with people coming and going, with nowhere to hide. She wiped the rain off her face. She was just about to go to the roadside and saw a black Bentley slowly stop before her. Bentley’s license plate was a series of conspicuous 1, with a small flag next to it. This flag represented that this car could enter and exit any place unimpeded, even if it was a military exclusion zone. Lydia was inwardly amazed, but she recognized the car as Chad’s. She smiled, opened the car door, and got into the back seat. “Chad, what a coincidence.”

Chad was also sitting in the backseat. He gave her a quick glance before looking away, then casually fiddled with the bead bracelet on his wrist. “My nephew Brian doesn’t want you anymore?” What a Lord on Earth! Bah! He was a devil on earth. He knew how to hurt people badly. “Chad, I served you well in bed last night, didn’t I? Why are you so mean to me when you get out of bed?” She smiled cutely. She could seduce people with just a glance. There was no embarrassment or annoyance of being left behind by Brian in her tone. Eddy Mogen, sitting in the driver’s seat, closed the car partition between the front and back seats, not daring to eavesdrop on the conversation happening behind him. “Served me good?” Chad repeated her words. “You were like a corpse. You only screamed but did not move. You call it a good service?” Lydia clenched her teeth and forced a smile. “A corpse? So you worked so ‘hard’ to thrust into me, a lifeless body, last night, why? I guess you’ve never been with a woman before, have you?” Lydia rebutted him with a sharp tone, but her demeanor betrayed a hint of vulnerability. She leaned over to get out of the car but was pulled back forcefully by a hand. Chad grabbed her wrist. He imprisoned her and said to the front, “Go back to Villa 1.” Villa 1 was where Chad lived. It seemed that he was not planning to go to the banquet, although he was the protagonist of that. Lydia was stunned but didn’t refuse. She was in such a mess anyway. She would be disliked if she went to the banquet. So she nestled into his embrace, like a lazy cat. Chad looked down at her. His gaze was inscrutable, concealing his emotions. “Not leaving now?” he asked. “Are you kidding, Uncle Chad? How can a corpse walk?” On the way to Villa 1, the both of them kept silent. Lydia knew that Chad’s choice to ditch the banquet was not out of pity or affection. Chad stood at the top of the food chain. At the age of seventeen, he made a name for himself on Wall Street by single-handedly facilitating the largest corporate merger and acquisition case of the year. The shocking commercial feast that affected most of the world was planned by him alone. His fame was based on the dead bones of his competitors. Such a man had no heart at all. Lydia felt a chill creep up her spine and couldn’t help but sneeze. A clean blanket was thrown over her body. She looked up and found that Chad was still working on a document. He didn’t even glance up nor did his hands twitch from their place on his lap. But Lydia knew it was from him. “Thank you.” After taking it, Lydia wiped her dripping hair. The gate of Villa 1 was just ahead. As the car crept up, the two iron gates were slowly opened. Even after seeing the big scenes, Lydia was still amazed by the landscaping inside. The car finally stopped at the entrance of the villa. From the front seat, the driver, Eddy, got out of the car and opened the door respectfully. Lydia was blown by the cold wind outside, making the hair on skin stand. She struggled to keep up with Chad, trying to keep the proud look on her face. “Chad, am I the first woman to come here?” Chad stopped walking. Lydia bumped into him. There was a teasing look in his eyes. He pointed to the maid who was pruning branches not far away and said, “Nice try.” “Then I must be the first woman to successfully get you in bed.” Lydia felt a painful tug on her chin and she was forced to look up. When meeting Chad’s eyes, Lydia felt her heart rate pick up for no reason. Even though she started this game, it was easy to forget that there were only so many buttons she could push. Especially when it came to Chad. “Yes.” Lydia didn’t know what to say. She was absolutely speechless at Chad’s answer. When she came back to her senses, Chad was already walking away. Lydia took a deep breath and bit her lip. Gathering the courage, she then called out shamelessly, “Chad! Wait!”

“What.” “You know what’ll happen to me if people find out. Please…will you protect me?” Lydia tried, in a last ditch request. They had already entered the hall of the villa. Chad pulled out the tie around his neck with one hand. “It depends…will you make it worth my time? Will you be worth the investment?” Lydia had never heard of someone referring to a long-term relationship like it was all business. But this was Chad Holland. Business was the only language he spoke. When Lydia thought of Brian, the tiny bit of regret disappeared immediately. Brian said she was boring. His mother said she was too much of a prude. And the Bell family thought she was nothing more than an obedient daughter. But they were all wrong. Lydia would be their worst nightmare. “Don’t worry, Chad. I will serve you well. I’ll be so good, you’ll never want for anyone else. Just me.” Chad raised his eyebrows. His eyes were full of indifference. Still, he unbuttoned the buttons on his shirt one by one before pulling her close. Lydia could feel the hard lines of his muscle pressed against her skin. “As long as you’re here, you’ll belong to me. And I won’t let anything touch what’s mine.” “And here I thought you didn’t like me because I’m just dead meat in bed.” She didn’t let go of his words earlier. Chad didn’t turn on the light in his master bedroom. He directly pressed Lydia against the door. “It’s a good thing that’s exactly how I like it.” Lydia was really glad that she had smooth skin and a beautiful appearance. Because Chad didn’t even give her time to prepare. Before she could even think, his lips were already on hers. Lydia knew too well that Chad was extremely crazy. His madness could destroy everything she was if she wasn’t careful. If Lydia was in love with Brian, she could still get out of it. But as Chad led her closer and closer to the bed behind him…the idea of trading one Holland for another didn’t seem all that bad anymore. *** Lydia stayed in Villa 1 for one night. The next morning, she returned to the apartment to tidy up and went to the Holland family’s company. There were countless missed calls on the phone. Some were from her own family, the Bell’s. And some were from Kim Holland, Brian’s mother. The family banquet last night, because of Chad’s absence, was canceled as a result. However, as a prospective daughter-in-law, it was impolite for Lydia not to show up. Lydia took the initiative to make a phone call. Before she could speak, Kim’s question came from the phone. “Didn’t I tell you to keep an eye on Brian? Someone from the company reported this morning that he hasn’t been showing up to work for half a month. Lydia, what are you doing?” Lydia had already arrived at the entrance of the company, looking up at the towering Holland Group Building. “He doesn’t answer my phone calls either.” “Then you go to look for him! Lydia, I thought you were supposed to be smart. I put you in Holland Group because I wanted you to help Brian run the company. But now that Chad is back, the company will be in turmoil over Brian’s absence. You majored in finance at Harris University. You should know what this means.” Chad had rarely been in charge of the Holland Group before. For the most part, he had been conducting remote control over their assets abroad with significant success. As a result, the company’s benefits had risen steadily, and the stock price had doubled even more. In Brian’s case, he rarely had to do anything thanks to Chad’s work. But now that he was back, those moths who idled around in the company should naturally panic. In this case, Brian and his mom. “If you can’t help Brian, then we might as well call off your wedding.” Kim’s voice was cold. She always looked down on Lydia. Lydia knew that if she didn’t take action, Kim would call the Bell family next. Then Lydia’s parents would call and scold her for being so ignorant and unable to please others. Once upon a time, Lydia would have done anything to appease them. Unfortunately for them, she didn’t want to continue being a marionette anymore. After hanging up, she sent Kim the address of a suburban villa, followed by a message saying that this was Brian’s last known location. It was the same address where Brian’s mistress lived.

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As an orphan, I never thought my true identity was so special. I thought I was a humble omega, every werewolf in the pack said so, until I came to my eighteenth birthday. Everything changed from the night I shifted. That night, I owned the gorgeous white wolf and suffered the betrayal of my mate. As I was drowning in busy chores, a wonderful scent helped me quickly recognize my second mate, the noble Lycan Prince. It says that the Lycan Prince is brutal, bloodthirsty, and ruthless, and I want nothing more than to stay away from him. However, when I was about to be killed by him, an incredible miracle happened… ‘You are his destined mate,’ the Moon Goddess whispered softly.

I stared at the DNA test, my mind spinning. Clear as day: Liam, 4, is Roddy’s son, not mine. How could the child I carried for nine months not be mine?

Not long after the SAT exams ended, my sister Hattie Moran unexpectedly killed someone. My mother begged me to take the blame. “Aviana, you’re Hattie’s sister. Can you bear to see her go to jail?” Since Hattie and I were twins, we looked exactly alike. So, the face on the surveillance footage could easily be mine. I looked up at Hattie, who was sitting on the couch crying, only to find her suppressing a smirk. I knew she was doing it on purpose. After all, the person who had been killed was someone I cared about. What Hattie didn’t know was that this had been my trap all along.

In the fourth year of our life together, Malcolm Nelson’s old flame returned to the country after her divorce. Even worse, I was diagnosed with cancer, and I didn’t have much time left. During the few remaining days, I still tried my best to play the role of Malcolm’s good wife. Until the day I passed away, I did my best to be a good wife. And Malcolm, after reading the journal I left behind, completely broke down.

To ensure my son could excel in the high school entrance exam, I relocated to a communal apartment directly across from his school. This place, inhabited solely by parents accompanying their children, became my new abode. Each day, our routine revolved around the mundane task of cooking, with little else to occupy our time. As lonely middle-aged men and women cohabited for extended periods, it was inevitable that sparks would fly. Through the introduction of a female neighbor, I found myself entangled with a man, partaking in what they termed an “exchange meeting.” I, Julia Smith, was the mother of Max Smith, a fifteen-year-old boy. To bolster Max’s performance in the critical high school entrance exam, during his final semester, I moved to an apartment building near his school, dedicating myself to preparing his meals daily. The love of a parent was unparalleled. Almost everyone in this building was a parent, just like me. Each of us tended to our children’s needs. Beyond cooking, our days were empty, filled with idle chatter in small groups. Our regular visits to each other’s homes became a cherished ritual. With the gentle passage of time, however, something unforeseen began to weave itself into the very fabric of our existence. It was by chance that I discovered the secret within these walls. On a Monday night, as I rose to use the communal bathroom, I paused before stepping out. My attention was captured by the rapid, passionate cries emanating from the next room. It was Hannah Swift’s voice, followed by a man’s heavy breathing. I stood there, momentarily stunned. My eyes darted as I bit my lip with a mix of envy and longing. My husband, who was consumed by work, had been absent since my move. Thus, I lived a sexless life for a long time. The prolonged abstinence weighed heavily on me. The sounds from the adjacent room agitated the fire of lust within me. I lingered in the shadows, listening. My hands instinctively caressed my body. In the wake of Hannah’s piercing scream, an eerie stillness settled over the next door. I reluctantly withdrew my hand and sighed before I made my way to the bathroom. Upon my return, I loitered outside Hannah’s door. The light within remained on, suggesting her husband would stay the night. Back in my room, I lay in bed, haunted by the echoes of Hannah’s fervent cries. Her husband seemed quite potent. Sleep eluded me that night. At some ungodly hour of the early morning, sleep finally claimed me, and I drifted into a dream. In my dream, I found myself having wild sex with a man whose features remained tantalizingly obscured. Awakening the next day to damp sheets, I smiled bitterly at my physical reaction. I murmured, “What’s wrong with me?” It had been years since such dreams had visited me, yet the stimulation from Hannah’s sex with her husband had turned me on. I rubbed my temples and got up to clean the sheets. Then, I prepared breakfast for Max. Max was enrolled at a boarding school, making his daily return to this building solely for meals. He dashed back across the street to his studies as soon as his plate was cleared. I yelled, “Take it easy.” Max hastily drank his milk. He hastily wiped his mouth and snatched up a sandwich, rushing out with a hurried farewell. “Mom, it’s getting late. Morning reading’s about to start, so I’ve got to go!” I watched his retreating figure. My heart ached for the rigors of his studies. “Julia, you look tired. Didn’t sleep well?” Hannah inquired. She lingered at the threshold as her voice reached out to me. I shot her a resentful glance. “How dare you even ask that? If not for you, do you think I would’ve slept a wink?” Hannah was stunned. “What did I do?” I pulled her inside, whispering my complaint, “I know your husband is here. Could you two keep it down? You’ve had your lust fill, but I’m still horny! You bad!” Hannah laughed with a knowing glint in her eye. She leaned in close, whispering something enigmatic into my ear. Instantly, my eyes widened in shock. Hannah said, “My husband’s away on business. Last night, the man who had sex with me wasn’t my husband.” I replied, “What did you say? Not your husband? Then you…” I looked at Hannah in shock. Hannah regarded me with a look of scorn. “Why are you shocked? You’re new here. There’s much you don’t know. “In this building, we’re all dedicated parents, but as you said, loneliness breeds desires. When you’re alone for too long, it’s only natural to yearn for the companionship of a man, isn’t it? “You can’t deny it. I’m a woman, just like you. I understand your feeling. “So, we find solace in one another, in private, helping each other to fulfill those physical needs. “Naturally, these walls contain our world. Beyond them, we’re strangers.” Her declaration left me gaping, words failing me as shock rippled through my being. Wasn’t this a betrayal wrapped in the guise of fairness? This thought popped into my mind. Hannah said, “Are you still horny? If you’re interested, I could introduce you to a sturdy man. How about Jacob Blake? He’s the one who was with me last night. He’s quite good. Shall I arrange a meeting for you?” She blinked at me with a mischievous smile. “No. Thanks.” I awkwardly waved her off. “Why so shy? Your son still has one semester left before the graduation. You’ll be here for several months. Do you plan to live like a nun all this time?” Hannah pouted as she sincerely lectured me. Despite the allure, I couldn’t quite embrace this notion just yet. With a gentle resolve, I finally declined her offer. Sensing my hesitation, Hannah didn’t press further. “Alright, take your time. Just let me know when you’re ready.” After seeing Hannah off, I returned to my room and sat down, downing two glasses of water. Her voice reverberated in my mind. Each syllable sent waves of desire through the depths of my heart. Once more, sleep eluded me as Hannah indulged in wild sex and moaned in the next door. Unable to bear it any longer, I found a cucumber, washed it, and used it to assuage my lust.

The following day, Hannah came to me. Her cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue. “Julia, I apologize for last night. Jacob was just so good, and I couldn’t help but scream.” She covered her mouth, giggling as she stepped into my room. I shot her a stern look, feigning nonchalance. “Is Jacob really that good?” Hannah grinned. Her voice was laced with mischief. “Are you curious? I offered to introduce you yesterday. Why so coy? I’ll invite Jacob over for dinner tonight. You should seize the moment.” “That’s not what I meant!” I protested as my face flushed. I frantically waved my hands. Hannah snorted and spun on her heels, dropping her teasing remark, “Get ready. I’ll go talk to Jacob.” I watched her retreating figure and anchored in a moment of bewilderment. A sudden flutter of anticipation surged within me. But I swiftly shook my head. “Julia Smith,” I whispered to myself, “snap out of it. You can’t cheat on your husband.” Perhaps driven by an eagerness to make love, I found myself in the kitchen that afternoon, honestly pouring my heart into creating a feast. I even called Max, fabricating an excuse for him to dine at school. Seated at the table, I gazed at the door. A whirlwind of emotions, including nervousness, self-reproach, guilt, and a flicker of excitement, coursed through me. The knock on the door jolted me from my reverie. After a moment’s hesitation, I rose to greet my guests. Hannah stood at the threshold, accompanied by a middle-aged man who exuded an air of elegance. “Julia, this is Jacob Blake.” Hannah winked at me. “Good evening. I’m Jacob Blake, living downstairs. It’s an honor to meet you.” Jacob bowed slightly, extending his hand. A blush crept across my cheeks as I nervously accepted his handshake. “Hello, I’m Julia Smith. Please, come in.” As our hands touched, I stepped aside, welcoming them into my home. Seated before the dinner table, I felt a pang of guilt facing Jacob and Hannah. Moreover, I couldn’t help but notice that Jacob stared at me, adding to my unease. My heart raced. No longer in the bloom of youth, nearing forty, I was all too familiar with the unspoken language of his gaze. Jacob had aged like fine wine. Despite being middle-aged, he still looked dashing. He even radiated a captivating charm. Perhaps his allure was indeed from the wisdom and the rich experiences that time alone could confer. In stark contrast, my husband, with his somewhat unkempt and greasy demeanor, stood as a figure entirely at odds with Jacob’s polished aura. The weight of Jacob’s gaze made me uneasy, so I settled into my chair, choosing silence as my shield. Thankfully, Hannah’s vibrant presence served to thaw the ice. Little by little, my tension eased, allowing me to engage in conversation with Jacob. We sipped wine and discussed our families. Jacob, I learned, had moved to this building the previous year to support his daughter’s education. Like Max, Jacob’s daughter was in her final year of junior high, preparing for the high school entrance exam. “Oh, I’m tipsy. I can’t take any more. I need to rest. Jacob, take good care of Julia.” Hannah suddenly clutched her head, stood up unsteadily, and stumbled towards the door. My eyes widened, and I instinctively stood up and rushed to assist her. “What are you doing? I’ve set the stage for you. Don’t waste my efforts,” Hannah whispered. Her voice was devoid of any trace of intoxication. “You…” I was shocked. With a roll of her eyes, Hannah nudged me back into the room and shut the door with a definitive click, leaving Jacob and me in a sudden hush. The air between us crackled with an undeniable sexual tension. “Julia, I’m a fitness coach. Your posture suggests a spinal issue. If you’re willing, I can help correct it.” Jacob adjusted his glasses and fixed his piercing gaze on me. The wine had colored my cheeks. Under his intense stare, my cheeks burned even redder. “Is this too much trouble for you?” I whispered, biting my lip. “Not at all. I enjoy helping others,” Jacob replied, rising to his feet. As he approached, my breath quickened. “Let me help you relax first, then I’ll correct your posture.” Jacob took my hand, leading me to the bedroom. I followed him stiffly, allowing him to guide me onto the bed. “Don’t be nervous. We’ll start with your hands.” Jacob held my hands, tracing circles in the air. The action itself was innocent, yet with his body atop mine, his rugged chest rhythmically brushed against mine. Such an exhilarating experience sent shivers down my spine. “Now, let’s move on to your legs,” Jacob murmured. His hands glided down to grasp my legs, gently lifting and massaging them. I lay there, eyes half-closed. My eyelashes fluttered with each touch. “Ah!” My eyes snapped wide as a stifled moan slipped past my lips. His hand had ventured deep into my warm pussy.

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During our graduation trip, I was caught in an accident and tragically lost my left leg. Yet, to my surprise, the school beauty, whom I secretly admired, proposed to me. We were married for thirty years and always treated each other with respect. As I lay on my deathbed, I was stunned to discover that the 199 love letters I had written for her were discarded in a pile of junk. Meanwhile, she had kept another person’s letters cherished in a safe. When I was gravely ill, lying on the hospital bed with my life hanging by a thread, she finally came to see me. Before I closed my eyes for the last time, the final words I heard from her were, “Next time, don’t save me.” I finally understood her feelings. She would rather die than be with me. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back before the graduation trip. I decided I would no longer bother her, nor would I have any contact with her. Yet, the accident happened again, and this time, she rushed in front of me. She said, “This time, let me save you.” In the haze of my consciousness, I heard the noisy chatter of people around me. Someone nudged me with their elbow. “Allanson, Allanson. Come on, we’re all waiting for you.”” I blinked blankly. As I looked around, I saw my old friends in their teenage appearance. The seven of us were the best of friends back in high school. During our graduation trip, tragedy struck, and my best friend, Theodore Chadwick, died. I was left with a disability. That memory was too painful for any of us to bring up again, and eventually, we all drifted apart. “How about we go to Trapeze Cavern for the graduation trip? Does anyone have any objections?” Seeing that I hadn’t responded, Theodore, who was sitting to my left, gave me a direct slap on the back. Seeing my old friend alive again, I was both astonished and elated. I never expected to truly be back before the graduation trip, the starting point of all those tragedies. “Allanson, what’s wrong? Are you so over the moon because you heard that the school beauty, Evelina, is coming with us? You’ve got no chill, man.” Hearing the name Evelina again, I was stunned. In my previous life, Evelina Salazar suddenly said she wanted to join us with a few friends, but in the end, her friends had other plans, and she came alone. On the first night, the hotel rooms we booked were taken over by a tour group. We guys wanted to spend the night at an internet café. But considering our team had a girl, we decided to find a motel instead. Unexpectedly, an earthquake struck that night, and the old motel collapsed. I saw Evelina nearly hit by a rock and pushed her away, but I was hit by a lamp rack. By the time I was rescued, my left leg was beyond saving and had to be amputated. During that earthquake, Theodore lost his life while trying to save others. Evelina and I ended up attending the same university. During our time there, she always took good care of me. At the graduation ceremony, she suddenly proposed to me. I said yes. After we got married, we didn’t have the passion and sweetness typical of young couples, but we supported each other, living a life that was plain but stable. I tried to add some romance to our lives by writing letter after letter to Evelina. Before I passed away, I found out that all 199 of my love letters had been thrown away. And yet, she kept another person’s love letters in a safe. As I lay dying in my hospital bed, I heard her last words to me, “Next time, don’t save me.” I thought we ended up together because of the years we spent side by side. But it wasn’t until the last moment of my life that I realized how wrong I’d been. She had only married me to repay the debt of saving her life. That sense of obligation had tied her down for so many years. She must have longed to be free from me. Now, given the chance to live again, I didn’t want to trouble her anymore. That accident harmed too many people. This time, I wanted to change everyone’s fate.

“We’re a group of guys, bringing a girl along might be inconvenient.” This time, I didn’t want to have anything to do with Evelina, so I planned to draw a clear line and stay away from her. But the rest of the guys, who had never had a girlfriend, were strongly opposed. “Why not? Evelina said she’d bring other girls along. We haven’t dated anyone all through high school. If we meet someone suitable on this trip, wouldn’t that solve a big problem for the rest of our lives?” “When you get to college, there will be plenty of chances to date. This graduation trip happens only once in a lifetime. What’s more important, friends or girls?” After some discussion, they decided that bringing girls along would reduce the chances of having spontaneous encounters on the road. So, they agreed not to invite Evelina. I thought, “They haven’t tasted the bitterness of love yet. They’re still too naive.” I just smiled and didn’t say anything. I figured that, with Evelina’s proud personality, she would definitely not want anything to do with us after being turned down. But to my surprise, Evelina called me directly. “Let’s make a bet. If you lose, you have to let me join the graduation trip.” I frowned. I really didn’t want to have any contact with her in this life. Sensing my silence, she chuckled and taunted, “What, afraid you’ll lose?” “The choice of the challenge is yours. Just don’t cry when you lose.” “You’re the one who’ll be crying.” The next day, I was asked to meet her at the mall. Evelina was already there waiting for me. She was, just as I remembered, beautiful and graceful. She stood there, and passersby couldn’t help but steal glances at her. I was drawn to a poster nearby that read “Couple’s Kissing Contest,” and I fell into deep thought. The rules were simple. The couple who kissed the longest would win. I thought, “Couple? What kind of couple are we?” But Evelina didn’t seem to mind and walked right in. “I’ve already signed us up. As long as we make it to the top three, you win.” “Shouldn’t it be a contest between the two of us?” “It is between the two of us. Remember? I get to pick the challenge.” I thought, “She’s clever, trying to exploit the loophole in the rules. She must be hoping I’d back out.” But to be honest, compared to spending ten days traveling together, eating, and living side by side, a kissing contest lasting a few minutes seemed far less daunting. Besides, Evelina and I had been married for over thirty years, and I was well accustomed to kissing her. We stood facing each other, eyes locked. I’d looked at this face for over three decades. I had to admit, she was truly beautiful. At nineteen, her features were delicate, her skin soft and youthful, and her eyes clear like morning dew, mesmerizing. But I had seen through Evelina. I knew her heart was cold as ice. No matter how beautiful she looked now, I wouldn’t be swayed. The contest began, and I didn’t move. Evelina seemed determined to win, grabbing my collar and kissing me straight away. The moment our lips met, a sweet taste filled my senses, making me shiver. Evelina was so forward, taking advantage of the moment to pry my lips apart, her soft tongue teasing mine. Startled by her boldness, I instinctively wanted to pull away. But Evelina’s hand brushed against my earlobe, sending a wave of tingling numbness through me, making it hard to resist. In the brief moments we broke for air, I could clearly see the meaningful gleam in Evelina’s eyes. Memories of my past life came rushing back. Evelina was the top student and the school beauty, with countless admirers lining up to give her love letters. And I, too, would try to impress her by making a three-point shot whenever she passed by the basketball court. However, Evelina turned down all the boys’ advances. She seemed more interested in those who didn’t show much enthusiasm for her. I realized that this time, my aloofness had triggered Evelina’s desire to conquer. Evelina seemed fully invested, her grip on my clothes tightening. Feeling a slight pain on my lips, I snapped back to full clarity. Oh, I knew this was just one of her tricks to make me relent. In the next second, I pushed her away. Evelina looked at me in shock, almost in disbelief. She probably never expected someone to refuse to get close to her. I said flatly, “I lost.” Evelina quickly recovered, flashing me a smile. “Then I’m looking forward to our first trip together.” I turned and walked away, not wanting to stay with her any longer. But I couldn’t ignore the lingering sweetness of Evelina’s taste on my lips. I couldn’t forget her sweet taste.

The day of the graduation trip arrived quickly. Unlike the last time, Evelina brought another girl along. She brought Miley Glyn, a sweet and quiet girl from the neighboring class. Miley was delicate and adorable, with an endearing sweetness. The other guys rushed to help them with their luggage. I moved to the side, not wanting to join in on the chaos. Unexpectedly, Evelina pushed through the crowd, dragging her suitcase, and walked right up to me. “Allanson, can you help me carry my suitcase?” All eyes turned to me, filled with envy and jealousy, as if they wanted to tear me apart. In my last life, I was also one of those guys scrambling to carry her luggage. But now, I just wanted to keep my distance. I didn’t even want to go on this trip with her, let alone help with her bags. I said coldly, “The trip’s just started, and you already need help? If you’re that weak, maybe you should just head back home early.” Evelina wasn’t about to back down. “Theodore is helping Miley with hers.” I strode over to Theodore, grabbed Miley’s suitcase, and gave him a push. “Did you hear? She wants you to carry it.” Theodore looked confused and pointed at himself. “Me?” I didn’t bother explaining. I just took Miley with me and headed toward the station. In my past life, I never realized Theodore had a crush on Evelina. Sadly, he died without knowing Evelina liked him back. They missed each other back then, but the love letters Evelina kept locked in her safe were a testament to their hidden affection. I figured, this time, I should give them a chance. “Allanson, slow down.” I was walking too fast, and Miley, being small, couldn’t keep up and was nearly in tears. I realized my carelessness and quickly apologized. Seeing no one else around, Miley blinked and whispered, “Do you know what kind of girls Theodore likes?” I hadn’t expected Miley to have a crush on Theodore. It was unfortunate that her feelings were doomed because Theodore liked Evelina. I patted her shoulder sympathetically. Miley, reading my expression, understood she didn’t stand a chance and immediately burst into tears. I was at a loss, stepping forward to comfort her, but I was abruptly shoved away by a strong hand. Theodore rushed over, bursting with righteous indignation. “Allanson, did you drag her over here just to bully her? You’re disgusting!” He seemed to forget Evelina was right there. I was a bit anxious; I knew it was a big mistake to show concern for one girl in front of another. Evelina’s eyes were full of hurt. Still, given the current state of things between us, I had no right, nor any ability, to comfort her. The high-speed train started boarding, and the crowd suddenly swelled. As I turned to get in line, Evelina grabbed the corner of my shirt. Instinctively, I pulled away. Evelina rebuffed again, stood frozen in place, staring at her now-empty hand. Her frail figure looked exceptionally lonely in the crowd. For a moment, my heart wavered. I was too familiar with that lonely look of hers. In my last life, Evelina always looked at me with sadness in her eyes, her brows always furrowed. She was never happy when she was with me. Every year on Theodore’s death anniversary, Evelina was even more heartbroken than I was. She’d prepare a table full of dishes, pour a pot of wine, and drink with me until we were both drunk. In those hazy, half-dream states, I’d hear her uncontrollable sobbing. It was as if she was mourning the lover she could never be with through me. I thought, “Evelina never needed me; she’s always treated me as a stand-in. Why should I bother being sentimental?” I turned away, walking decisively into the boarding gate. “Can I sit with you?” I had just sat down when I looked up and saw Evelina again. I thought, “I’ve made myself clear, so why does she keep sticking around? She’s really getting on my nerves.” I turned to see Theodore and Miley sitting together, and I immediately understood. I got up, intending to switch seats with Theodore. Theodore looked on guard. “What are you up to? Are you going to bully Miley again?” Miley put on a pitiful look, too. I was forced back to my seat. Luckily, several others volunteered to switch seats with me. I chose the furthest away, Leland Natt, hoping I wouldn’t have to see Evelina anymore. To my surprise, Leland returned within minutes, insisting on switching back. I wondered when, sitting next to the school, beauty had become so undesirable. Not giving up, I was about to ask a stranger if they’d switch seats with me when suddenly, a strong hand grabbed my arm and yanked me away. Evelina, huffing with anger, seemed provoked. In my last life, Evelina was in management at the company. She was assertive and decisive at work. She was incredibly strict, and her subordinates were all terrified of making mistakes and getting scolded by her. Everyone said Evelina made an exception for me because she never lost her temper with me. But I thought it was because we weren’t close that she never got angry and always kept things polite and distant. After all, no one wanted to be treated like a guest by their own wife. I figured we didn’t even need to keep up that pretense of distance this time. After all, after this trip, we’d be strangers. I tried to shake off her hand, but she pushed me straight into the bathroom. The bathroom door slammed shut behind us. The cramped space barely fit the two of us, but there wasn’t an ounce of romance in the air. I was about to leave, but then I saw that Evelina, who had been furious a moment ago, suddenly fell silent. She looked up, and I saw her eyes were red. She was struggling, trying not to let the tears fall. Evelina’s voice trembled with grievance. “Allanson, so what if you’ve been reborn? I’ve been so forward this time, and you still have the heart to treat me like this! I am your wife! “What did I do to make you hate me? Why are you avoiding me? Can’t you just tell me clearly?”

I hadn’t expected Evelina to be reborn, too. The biggest regret of our last life was that graduation trip. In our previous life, something went wrong during the trip. In the days that followed, because I was physically limited, that trip became a shared shadow in our hearts. For over thirty years, the farthest I ever traveled was from my hometown to the university. After that, I never ventured far from home again. Evelina, on the other hand, flew all over the world for work. I could only scroll through travel bloggers’ videos on my phone over and over. I had tried suggesting we go on trips together during the holidays, but she always refused, citing the crowds outside and my physical limitations. Evelina would say that we could never bear another accident. But she never knew how worried I was for her safety whenever she was out there on her own. From that graduation trip onwards, everything that followed was a mistake. I didn’t want us to torment each other again in this life. I knew that if I could prevent that accident, our tragedy wouldn’t repeat itself. Yet, just thinking about watching her fall in love with Theodore right before my eyes still made my heart ache. After all, this was someone I had loved for over thirty years. It wasn’t something I could just let go of. So, I could only pretend to be oblivious. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not avoiding you. We’re just not that close.” “Then, can we get to know each other again?” “I’m not interested.” Evelina seemed like she wanted to say more, but someone knocked on the door. “What are you two doing in there?” Evelina froze. She seemed to finally realize where she had dragged me. Her face flushed instantly, and she became flustered. I sighed and texted Theodore to come over and help. When we stepped out, Evelina had regained her calm composure. She whispered in my ear, “No rush. I’ll wait until you’re interested.” After getting off the high-speed train, we headed for the hotel. On the way, everyone else was chatting and laughing, but I was heavy-hearted. In just a few hours, it would be the time when the accident happened in my previous life. Evelina had also become very quiet. “What’s up with you two? You’ve both been acting weird since the train,” Miley asked worriedly. Theodore immediately covered her mouth. He glanced at me meaningfully. It looked like he had misunderstood something. I didn’t feel like explaining. Based on my experience from last time, I booked a different hotel this time. Unexpectedly, the same thing happened again. The travel group had taken our rooms again. No matter how much we complained, the hotel staff kept saying that next time, they’d give us a free room upgrade. We lugged our bags and started looking for a new hotel. It was peak travel season, and all the hotels had been booked up well in advance. Theodore pulled up a page on his phone and exclaimed, “There’s still one available!” When I saw that it was the same hotel we stayed at last time, my heart tightened immediately. I hurriedly objected, “Not that one.” Leland patted my shoulder and said earnestly, “I know the hotel isn’t great, but we can’t be picky when we’re out on a trip. It’s late, and we’ve been on the train for hours. Let’s just make do for one night and look for another place tomorrow.” Evelina quickly suggested, “How about we stay at an internet café for the night? I’ve never tried it before.” “It’s not suitable for girls to stay overnight at an internet café.” “Yeah, you won’t get any rest at an internet café.” Seeing that things were about to develop just like they had in the past life, I suddenly remembered that there was a luxurious hot spring resort near that hotel where we could stay overnight. Back then, we had even lamented not booking it on our phones first. I quickly suggested that everyone hold off on booking anything and check out the place. After a while, I pretended to “just discover” the hot spring resort, and sure enough, everyone preferred staying there. With that, I had successfully avoided the old hotel from our previous life. It was Theodore’s first time at a hot spring resort, and he seemed a bit out of place. Watching him looking all clueless, I felt a surge of emotion. Theodore was my best friend. In my last life, I dreamed countless times about this trip. I deeply regretted taking them to that hotel and regretted even more not stopping him from going back to save people. This time, I wanted my good friend to be happy. Theodore shifted his gaze from the food and looked at me. “Why are you crying?” I casually wiped my face and smiled. “It’s sweat.” He nodded and handed me a towel. Evelina and Miley walked over and asked, “Wanna go for a sauna together?” Their faces were already flushed from the heat. Knowing they were inviting Theodore, I tactfully prepared to slip away. But Evelina grabbed my arm, her bright eyes fixed on me. “You should come too.” Against my better judgment, I followed them. Only after the door closed did I realize it was just the two of us inside. The sauna’s heat was rising, making my mouth feel dry. The entire room was damp and warm, sweat dripping down Evelina’s face, trailing down her long neck. Even though she had been my wife for over thirty years, I couldn’t help but awkwardly turn my head away at that moment. After all, in this life, I wanted to be strangers with her. I got up to leave, but she pulled out an envelope from her pocket, trying to hand it to me. It turned out she had already received Theodore’s love letter and had come to confess it to me. Facing a woman who didn’t love me, a woman I had unrequitedly loved for over thirty years, I could feel my heart still racing. I thought I should act cool, but in the end, I fled.

After I stepped out of the sauna room, I realized Theodore and Miley were not following us. I checked the time and quietly slipped away from the hot spring resort. “Fire! Fire!” The hotel lobby was empty, making it easy for me to sneak in and set off the smoke for a fire drill. In our last life, there were five other families staying in the hotel besides us. One of them had an elderly man with them. Theodore lost his life trying to save this old man. This time, I knocked on their doors first and got the old man out. Soon enough, I managed to lead all five families outside. Seeing no fire, only smoke, they began to grow suspicious. “Where’s the fire? There isn’t any fire; it’s just smoke.” “Is this a joke, young man?” “We’re all old, and you got us out here in the middle of the night for a prank?” The earthquake was imminent, yet they were arguing, wanting to go back inside. A figure suddenly rushed out and shouted at them, “There’s no way smoke would appear for no reason! It’s a sign. Something big is about to happen!” She spoke so earnestly that everyone was stunned, hesitating in their steps. It was Evelina. It was the first time I’d seen her with such a vivid expression. To make people believe her, she exaggerated a bit. Evelina tried hard to explain, “It’s true. There was a family near where I live whose water pipes suddenly burst and flooded their entire house. They had to move out, and that very night, a mudslide destroyed the house.” As soon as she finished speaking, we suddenly felt a tremor. The solid building began to crack and collapse. People screamed and scattered in all directions. A rock fell from above. I didn’t even have time to react. But Evelina threw herself at me. When everything calmed down, I was about to get up, only to find myself pinned down by Evelina. Her hand clutched my shirt tightly, her brows furrowed, her body trembling as if caught in a terrible nightmare. Despite her fear, Evelina chose to protect me. Luckily, we had avoided the rock. I hesitated, wanting to comfort her. Evelina recovered quickly, climbed up, and carefully checked me over. Only after confirming I was unharmed did she breathe a sigh of relief. I looked into her eyes. Evelina’s eyes were filled with tears. “Thank goodness you’re okay. This time, it was my turn to save you.” She was right. It was all over now. After being entangled for over thirty years, perhaps in this life, we should each find our own peace. I clenched my fist instinctively, managing a strained smile. “Yeah, so now we’re even. You can go and pursue your own happiness.” Evelina’s expression grew confused. She opened her mouth as if wanting to say something. But before she could speak, Theodore and the others rushed over, immediately surrounding us. “What are you doing out here?” “There was an earthquake! Are you guys okay? How did you get outside?” “Are you hurt?” Surrounded by the concern of our friends, we were escorted back to the hot spring resort. The earthquake was quite minor this time, and only that old hotel was affected. We had managed to keep everyone from going back inside, so apart from a few minor injuries from falling debris, everyone was safe. This time, our graduation trip finally had a fresh start. The next day, we went hiking as planned. Maybe it was because the weight on my heart had been lifted, but the forest air smelled especially crisp. The sound of the babbling stream and the wind rustling through the leaves seemed particularly melodious.

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