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My stepsister and I were kidnapped at the same time, but my boyfriend only paid the ransom for her. In that moment, close to death, I saw the soul of my mom, who had passed away years ago. “Those two – that scumbag and that manipulative witch – they’re playing Celeste for a fool, both for her feelings and her money! My poor daughter is surrounded by monsters who want to devour her!” My mom’s figure was faint, but she filled me with a sense of security. “I can’t believe so many people are coveting the inheritance I left behind. Damn Julian Vance and Blair! Not only did they deliberately hurt my daughter, but they also planned to ruin her reputation and make her an outcast!” “My dear, at tomorrow’s engagement banquet, you absolutely must not choose Julian Vance. Take a closer look at Asher Hayes. That boy genuinely likes you.” The next day at the banquet, my father had four heirs from the most influential families stand before me, asking me to choose one to marry. I chose Asher Hayes without a moment’s hesitation. I’ve always listened to my mom. If she said Julian Vance wanted to hurt me, then I’d just switch husbands.

My father was clearly taken aback by my choice. “Aren’t you dating Julian Vance? Why the sudden choice for Asher Hayes? Celeste, marriage isn’t a joke, you need to choose carefully.” I nodded. “Dad, I broke up with Julian Vance. I like Asher Hayes now.” My father gently patted my head. “Our family doesn’t need a strategic alliance through marriage. If you don’t like any of them, we can just cancel the engagement.” At the entrance, Julian Vance’s parents walked in, all smiles. “Mr. Richard, since we’ll be family soon, please guide us through ‘Project Pawa’ this time.” My dad is the wealthiest man in the state, and the group’s project partners depend on who I choose as his son-in-law. My dad gave them a cold glance and announced, “Don’t be ridiculous. My daughter’s fiancé is Asher Hayes.” Mr. Vance looked stunned. “What does this mean? Celeste, aren’t you my son’s girlfriend?” My mom, with her hands on her hips, practically yelled, “Nonsense! Julian Vance not only deceived my daughter but also publicly claimed Blair was his girlfriend, even going as far as to call Celeste the other woman! They trampled all over her reputation, and it was Asher Hayes who helped suppress those rumors!” My heart clenched painfully. My mind instantly cleared. No wonder when Julian Vance and I went to friend gatherings, they always looked like they were watching a show. Turns out, I was the joke. Blair and Julian Vance became “good friends” shortly after she moved into our house. I thought they were just close, but I never imagined they were already together. I glanced at Mr. Vance, and said flatly, “I only have one fiancé, and that’s Asher Hayes.” Mrs. Vance stomped her foot in anger. “Celeste, I treated you like a daughter-in-law, and yet you turned out to be such a hypocritical person.” My mom’s soul stood in front of me, gently comforting me. “Sweetheart, the Vance family conspired together to deceive you. Don’t let them make you angry.” “But I’m so happy you finally saw Julian Vance for who he really is.” Soon, everyone had arrived. Seated on either side of me were two handsome, stylish men: Julian Vance, Asher Hayes, and then Ryan and Leo. We all lived in the same villa complex, and being similar in age, we’d grown up together. After the meal, the elders left early, leaving just the four of us looking at each other awkwardly. But just as I was about to speak to Asher Hayes, his father called him away. The moment he left, Ryan put on a playful smirk. “Celeste, as the daughter of the state’s wealthiest man, you must be pretty pleased with yourself, getting to pick the most suitable husband from four powerful families.” Leo scoffed. “So what if she was born with a silver spoon? She’s still just a complete pushover, constantly chasing after Julian Vance like a lost puppy.” Julian Vance put on a facade of deep affection, looking at me. “Celeste, since you’ve chosen me, I will naturally fulfill my responsibilities and duties as a husband. Don’t worry, I’ll treat you well.” My mom stood by, sneering, and reached out to hit him. If only she wasn’t a soul, she couldn’t touch anything. “He truly is a manipulative liar! That kidnapping was orchestrated by him and Blair! They wanted to trick Celeste into giving up her newly inherited fortune, then release her dirt, and Blair would step over her to rise to the top.” Listening to my mom’s furious accusations, a wave of bitterness washed over me. If my mom hadn’t been unable to let go of me even after her death, I might not have been alive anymore. Julian Vance reached for a napkin to wipe my mouth, but I pulled away. “Don’t touch me.” Julian Vance’s face changed, but only for a moment before he regained his composure. “Celeste, are you still upset about the kidnapping? I already explained, it was an emergency, I had no choice but to ensure Blair’s safety first.” “Blair is your sister, I was doing it all for your own good.” Julian Vance had always been so gentle. He knew I had low blood sugar, so his pocket always had my favorite candies. He knew my stomach wasn’t good, so he’d have his housekeeper make me stomach-soothing porridge every day. I was touched by his thoughtfulness and fell hopelessly in love with him. He used to say: “Celeste, I love your star-bright eyes, I adore your beautiful face. Please allow me to protect you for a lifetime.” But time had passed, and he was no longer that gentle, considerate gentleman. His love was like a dazzling fireworks display, quickly blooming for someone else. Now, his devotion was entirely for Blair, yet he continued to feign sincerity for my inheritance. I shifted my gaze, and said coldly, “I don’t need it.” Julian Vance peeled a shrimp and placed it in my bowl. “At the Freshman Orientation Week in a few days, Blair wants to perform a piano piece. You’re about to start your company internship, there’s no need to waste time on this. I’ve already replaced your name with hers.” I looked up at him in disbelief, then quickly felt a sense of resignation. He was the Student Body President, and this Freshman Orientation Week was his to organize. He could do whatever he wanted. “Do what you want.” But what he didn’t know was… The school board had personally begged me to perform at the Freshman Orientation Week this year.

He had a smile on his face as he fed me a cherry tomato. But Julian Vance, I’m allergic to cherry tomatoes. How could he be so meticulous and yet forget that? “Come on, your birthday is next month. I’ll get you that ring you love. Oh, and when are you planning to try on wedding dresses?” I pushed his hand away, but I didn’t completely lose my temper with him. If he wanted to put on an act, I’d play along. Ryan suddenly frowned and asked, “Celeste, is this engagement banquet for you and Julian Vance?” I smirked, but didn’t answer directly. “On my birthday, I’ll have the groom’s suit and groomsmen’s suits ready for you guys. Remember to pick them up on time.” Since it was *my* grand wedding, I would personally confirm every detail. My father came to the private room to call me, and I stood up to leave. Leo, who had been silent for a while, scoffed. “Why even ask? Back when Julian Vance was bullied by the former Student Body President, she spent a month taking him down to get Julian Vance promoted. And for his birthday the past three years, wasn’t it always her who spent a fortune organizing them? Julian Vance, you really have a good fiancée.” “That’s enough.” Julian Vance’s voice was cold. “Blair is waiting for us. Don’t say anything out of line when we get there.” Hearing Blair’s name, I completely lost it. I thought my heart had turned to ash, but apparently, it could still ache. I had loved Julian Vance for three years. Every day, I felt like I was living for him. After my mom died, I was heartbroken and depressed for a long time. I once believed he was the prince who pulled me out of hell, but I never thought he’d become someone else’s knight. “Celeste.” Julian Vance called out to me. He roughly grabbed my arm, and said coldly, “I don’t want Blair to know about the Freshman Orientation Week. I’m afraid she’ll be upset.” “She’s always like that, so sweet and kind, always thinking of others even when she’s hurt.” The pampering in his tone was like a sharp knife twisting in my heart. “Julian Vance, why are you so confident that I’ll always love you?” His tone was slightly displeased. “I agreed to marry you, but don’t be unreasonable.” I shook off his hand, trembling. “Julian Vance, we’re over.” I hurried toward my father, but a cake cart suddenly rolled toward me. I instinctively dodged, but my foot was still run over, and my dress was covered in cream. “Oh dear, big sister, are you alright? It’s all my fault for being so clumsy, I can’t even push a cake cart properly.” My mom’s figure stood before me again, enraged, she yelled, “What clumsy? I think you did it on purpose! You just want to harm my daughter, not only to inherit her shares in the Richard family but also to covet my inheritance! Ugh, you shameless wretch!” Julian Vance rushed to Blair’s side and hugged her. “Are you alright? You’re not hurt, are you? It’s that awful cake cart, it’s got nothing to do with you. Don’t blame yourself.” He looked at me with extreme impatience. “Blair is already scared, why aren’t you apologizing to her?” Apologize? Why should I? “These two scumbags! They think my daughter has no one to back her up, do they? It’s infuriating!” Seeing my mom so upset, I gritted my teeth, enduring the pain, and stood up. I slowly walked over to them, picked up the remaining cake, and smashed it onto them. In an instant, the hall had two new Santa Clauses. Julian Vance was furious, roaring, “Celeste, you have no manners!” I pushed the cart towards them again. “Manners? Those are for people, not for dogs.” Seeing them stunned, I clapped my hands and strode away. Once in the car, I told the driver to take me home. After hearing the whole story, my father asked if I needed him to handle it, but I shook my head. At the beginning of our relationship, Julian Vance would fret even if a single strand of my hair fell. He always had a handkerchief in his pocket. If there was a speck of dirt on my shoe, he would kneel down and wipe it for me. Now, he cared less and less about me. He even humiliated me for another woman. If I married him, my life would only become more miserable day by day.

While waiting for the family doctor, I was painting in my art studio. Halfway through, I heard sounds coming from the piano room next door. “Julian Vance, if Celeste found out you were the one who hired the kidnappers, I wonder if her heart would break.” After a moment of silence, Julian Vance let out a sound of desire. “So what? Everything she has is mine. I originally wanted to take the opportunity to make her hand over the inheritance, but she was so stubborn, she’d rather die than give in.” “But it doesn’t matter. Once I marry her and get the assets, I’ll be the richest man in the world!” Blair pouted coquettishly. “Hmph, then you’d be a two-time married man when you marry me.” My mom was very sad, her voice choked. “It’s all my fault. If I hadn’t died so early, my daughter wouldn’t have been manipulated by these wolves.” She then instantly brightened up. “But they’re going to be disappointed! My daughter chose Asher Hayes!” Their movements and sounds grew louder and louder. I felt like the entire second floor was tainted. “Excuse me, is Miss Celeste here?” He wore a white lab coat, an unfamiliar family doctor. “Dr. Miller was off today, feeling unwell, so I’m covering for him.” The man kept his head down, but his eyes were strange. Yet, as he approached me, he suddenly lunged. “Celeste, go to hell!” In his hand was a syringe, just a fraction of an inch from piercing my body. In that moment of life and death, I screamed, “Julian Vance, help me!” In a flash, I had ducked behind my easel. If Julian Vance could just grab him while he was unprepared, I could be saved. Blair let out a cry, “No, Julian Vance, I don’t want you to get hurt.” Julian Vance hesitated for a moment, and the man’s syringe plunged into my skin. I struggled frantically, only to find my body gradually losing control. My mom paced anxiously around me. “Oh no! This is one of the kidnapper’s accomplices! Because the Richard family rounded up their whole gang, he’s furious and wants revenge! Julian Vance, my daughter has been so good to you, can you really bear to watch her get hurt?” On the other side, Blair, traumatized, had fainted in Julian Vance’s arms. In his panic, he simply picked her up and carried her away. A chill ran through my heart. Three years of feelings, and yet I held no place in his heart. Perhaps I should have known the moment he paid the ransom for Blair. In a haze, I saw a man rush up and pull me into his arms. He called my name repeatedly, but I couldn’t hear anything anymore. Fortunately, the dose of the poison wasn’t much, and it didn’t cause me great harm. For the following time, I stayed home to recover, even missing the Freshman Orientation Week at school. I heard Blair made quite a splash. Many men pursued her, but Julian Vance shut them all down. The kidnapper from that day had already been caught and executed, but Asher Hayes was still worried. He stayed by my side when I slept, and left as soon as I woke up. On my birthday, my father painstakingly prepared the most exquisite and beautiful wedding dress in the world for me. When I appeared in full regalia before the four men, Julian Vance, Ryan, and Leo’s eyes were filled with awe. Only Asher Hayes lowered his head, not daring to meet my gaze. I called for the bodyguards and handed them the clothes I had prepared. But when they changed and reappeared, Julian Vance finally realized something was off. “Celeste, did you mix up Asher Hayes’s and my clothes?” I gave him a faint glance, and said softly, “No mistake. Because my groom is—” “The groom I’ve chosen, the man I’ll spend the rest of my life with, is Asher Hayes.” At these words, everyone present froze.

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The seventh day after my death, my “funeral” felt more like a wild party. My mother-in-law, Brenda, was in a garish red dress, prancing around my memorial picture, dancing a grotesque jig. My husband, Liam Miller, had his arms wrapped around his new flame, Amber Reed, kissing her openly and announcing their wedding for next month. He even picked up a glass of champagne, splashing it on my urn, and laughed. “Chloe Davis, you menace are finally gone! But don’t worry, your billions? I’ll spend them for you!” Even the guests chuckled, scoffing about how valuable my death had been. No one knew that at this very moment, I was watching everything through a surveillance feed. Until Mr. Sterling, the lawyer, publicly read my will: “All assets are to be bequeathed to my husband, Liam Miller, on the condition that…” “He must continuously kneel and wail at my grave for one hundred days, with the entire process live-streamed.” “If his tears are deemed insincere, or if the process is interrupted for even one second, all assets will be donated to charity.” Liam Miller’s smile instantly froze on his face. 0

After the lawyer finished reading the will, the entire funeral hall fell into a deathly silence. My mother-in-law, who had been dancing just a second ago, had her face contorted, stretching every wrinkle. Liam Miller’s hand, still clutching Amber Reed, forgot to let go. The champagne he had splashed on my urn was now dripping down its sides, sticky and disgusting. “Impossible!” Liam Miller was the first to shriek. “This is fake! How could Chloe Davis, that stupid woman, come up with such a malicious scheme?!” Amber Reed chimed in, her voice trembling, devoid of its previous sugary sweetness. “That’s right, Mr. Sterling, are you sure you haven’t made a mistake? Chloe was so kind, she… she would never…” Before she could finish, my mother-in-law shoved her aside. Brenda pointed an accusing finger at Liam Miller, yelling, “I told you! That woman wouldn’t let things go easily! Now look! All our money is gone!” Liam Miller impatiently shook her off. “Mom, shut up!” He turned to Mr. Sterling, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity. “Mr. Sterling, tell me, was she delirious before she died? One hundred days? Live-streamed? Isn’t this just a joke?” Mr. Sterling pulled a tablet from his briefcase and tapped open a video. It was me in the video, emaciated, almost unrecognizable, but my eyes were shockingly bright. “Hi, Liam Miller.” I waved at the camera, a brilliant smile on my face. “Surprised? Every single word of this will was written by me, in my right mind. I know you must be furious right now, thinking I’ve gone insane.” “You’re right, I have gone insane.” “Driven crazy, little by little, by you, by your mother, and by that delicate little mistress in your arms.” “One hundred days, in exchange for my billion-dollar fortune. Is that a deal you’re willing to take?” The video ended, and the entire hall erupted in chatter. Guests whispered to each other, their gazes shifting from envy to naked fascination. “One hundred days, kneeling and crying at a grave? And live-streamed? If Mr. Miller does this, where will he hide his face?” “But that’s a billion dollars! If he won’t do it, I would! I’d cry from the dawn of time until the world ended!” “But the will also said the tears had to be sincere. How do they even judge that?” Mr. Sterling spoke up at the opportune moment. “Regarding the sincerity evaluation, Ms. Chloe Davis, before her passing, commissioned a professional team to develop an emotional recognition system.” “The system will comprehensively assess the authenticity of the tears through various physiological indicators such as facial micro-expressions, heart rate, and tear composition. There will be a ‘sincerity score’ displayed on the live-stream interface; anything below 60% will invalidate the process.” At those words, even I wanted to applaud myself. Of course, it was me. Always so thorough. Liam Miller’s face had gone from white to green, then from green to black. He stared intently at my memorial picture, his eyes burning with boundless hatred. I could imagine his desire to scatter my ashes at that moment. But he couldn’t. Because he was greedy. He loved money more than he loved me, more than he loved himself. Amber Reed was still crying her fake tears beside him. “Liam, let’s not take her money, okay? I don’t want you to suffer this humiliation, it breaks my heart…” “What do you know?!” Liam Miller abruptly shook her off, roaring, “That’s not *her* money! That’s *mine*! It’s what I deserve!” His eyes bloodshot, he glared at my urn. After a long moment, he gritted out a few words, “Fine. I’ll kneel.” He turned to Mr. Sterling. “Today counts as day one.” With that, he dropped to his knees with a thud before my contemptuous black-and-white memorial picture. The absurd drama of the funeral hall had officially begun. And I, the sole director of this play, sat in the surveillance room of my out-of-town villa, sipping an ’82 Lafite, watching the screen with keen interest. Liam Miller was kneeling, but his back was ramrod straight, his face devoid of any sorrow, only humiliation and fury. He couldn’t squeeze out a single tear. In the live-stream, the online viewer count had already surpassed a million. Comments scrolled wildly. “LOL, is this a funeral or a stand-up comedy? Dude, your face is grumpier than my boss’s.” “Sincerity score: 0%. Confirmed, pure greed.” “Ex-hubby, if you really can’t cry, should I send you some onion essential oil?” Liam Miller watched the comments on his phone, his face growing darker and darker. Suddenly, he looked up, glaring intently at the surveillance camera directly above the funeral hall. His gaze pierced through the screen, as if he wanted to devour me whole. He mouthed each word to the camera, “Chloe. Davis. You. Just. Wait.” I chuckled softly, swirling the red wine in my glass. Wait then. This show had only just begun. 0

Liam Miller’s first day at the grave was a disaster, a true performance art failure. He couldn’t cry. Or rather, he had forgotten how to cry for me. He tried everything—pinching his thighs, thinking of sad things, even having his assistant tell him jokes. They say laughter to the extreme can also bring tears. The result? He laughed like a maniac in front of my grave, earning a barrage of “LOL”s in the comments, but his sincerity score remained stubbornly at “0%.” The next day, my mother-in-law, Brenda, showed up with a group of her friends, calling it “on-site coaching.” They gathered around my grave, blasting a mournful, wailing tune from an old, crackling speaker, letting out ear-splitting howls, trying to ‘inspire’ Liam. “Oh, my poor son—you suffer so much—” “That damned Chloe Davis—even in death, she tortures you—” Liam Miller’s head throbbed from their incessant noise, and he roared, his face livid, “Get out, all of you!” The live-stream audience was losing it, flooding the comments with “Comedy Award of the Year” for me. I sat in front of the monitor, watching it all with a blank expression. There was no sense of triumph in my heart, only a desolate coldness. I turned off the farce and brought up another encrypted video. It was of Liam Miller and me in the past. The video began in a cheap rental apartment in a college town. Liam Miller back then wore a faded T-shirt, his eyes clear, a faint dimple appearing when he smiled. His family was poor, but he would save half a month’s living expenses to buy me a limited-edition lipstick I liked. As a top student in the business school, I helped him plan his career, revise his resume, and even used my father’s connections to secure his first internship. He held me tightly then, his eyes shining like stars. “Chloe, you’re everything to me. When I make it big, I’ll make you the happiest woman in the world.” I believed him. The scene shifted to his company’s startup phase. I gave up the opportunity to study abroad and became his company’s first employee, juggling roles as finance, administration, and project manager, staying up countless nights with him. We ate instant noodles together in his tiny office, sketching out the company’s blueprint. Then, Amber Reed appeared. An ordinary college student he met on a business trip, innocent, delicate, her eyes filled with adoration for him. She supposedly helped him a great deal, though I never quite understood what she could have possibly done. She came to the company as an intern, knowing nothing, only blinking her innocent big eyes and timidly saying, “Liam, I don’t know how to do this. Can you teach me?” For the first time, Liam Miller made a demand of me for another woman. “Chloe, Amber is new; she doesn’t understand anything. Please guide her. She’s not like you, who had everything growing up; she’s very pitiful.” I tried to teach her, but she looked at me with a gaze mixed with jealousy and disdain. “Chloe, you’re so amazing, unlike me; I only know how to study. But it’s not good for girls to be too strong; it puts pressure on men. Liam often says he feels exhausted around you.” At that moment, I felt the chill of betrayal for the first time. I turned off the video, my chest aching. These memories, once my most precious treasures, were now daggers piercing my heart. Just then, on the screen, Liam Miller’s phone lit up. It was a text from Amber Reed. Using technical means, I synced the content to my screen. “Liam, I went back to our old place today to pack some things and accidentally found something of Chloe’s. I think… it might be her diary.” Liam Miller abruptly stood up from the ground, his expression agitated. A diary? What could Chloe Davis’s diary possibly contain? He almost immediately wanted to rush out of the cemetery, to find Amber, to snatch that diary. But the moment he took a step, the surveillance bracelet on his wrist blared a piercing alarm. “Warning! Warning! User is leaving the designated area, timer will be interrupted!” Mr. Sterling’s team appeared like ghosts, blocking his path with impassive faces. “Mr. Miller, please calm down. If you leave, the agreement is automatically voided.” Liam Miller’s feet were nailed to the spot. He looked back at my tombstone, then at his phone, his face etched with an unprecedented struggle and anxiety. I watched with cold eyes. Liam Miller, which would win out? Your greed or your curiosity? Just then, my assistant, Chris, knocked and entered, holding a delicate velvet box. “Ms. Davis, as you instructed, the item is ready.” I nodded, picked up the box, and offered a knowing smile to the camera. “Go, give this ‘surprise’ to my dear husband.” “Tell him, perhaps this can help him… find that lost ‘sincerity.’” 0

The small velvet box was delivered directly to Liam Miller. He took it suspiciously and opened it. Inside wasn’t some priceless treasure, but a very old, blue MP3 player, its casing chipped. It was the first birthday gift I ever gave him, bought with three months of my allowance. Liam Miller’s expression flickered for a moment. He probably remembered something, but that hint of nostalgia was quickly replaced by impatience. “What is this? What trick is Chloe Davis playing now?” He roughly pulled out the MP3, seeing an equally old pair of earbuds still attached. Annoyed, he put on the earbuds and pressed play. A somewhat noisy recording began to play. “Liam Miller, you broke loser, you think you can chase our college beauty queen? Take a look in the mirror!” “Yeah, look at his cheap clothes, it’s disgusting!” “Chloe, ignore him, let’s go!” It was the voice of my college roommate. Then, young Liam Miller’s clear, stubborn voice came on. “I don’t have money, but my heart for Chloe is real. Someday, I’ll give her a good life.” And then, my crisp voice, with a girl’s playful innocence, “You’re not allowed to bully him! I like him, whether he has money or not!” In the recording, young Liam Miller laughed, a pure, unblemished sound. On the surveillance screen, Liam Miller’s body stiffened. His hand unconsciously stroked the MP3 player, the aggression on his face fading, replaced by a complex tenderness he himself hadn’t realized. I watched him, my heart perfectly still. Liam Miller, you’re not missing me; you’re missing the you who had nothing back then, but felt like he had the whole world. And I was your whole world. Too bad your world grew too big later. Big enough to contain fame, desire, and another woman. The recording continued. Sweet memories flashed by, then the tone abruptly shifted. A shrill, affected female voice chimed in—it was Amber Reed. “Oh, Ms. Jenkins, don’t say that. Chloe didn’t mean it; she’s just… she just loves Liam so much that she sees everyone as a rival.” This was what Amber said at our company’s annual party, after “accidentally” spilling a glass of red wine on my white gown. At the time, as the CEO’s wife, wearing a custom-made dress, I was utterly humiliated by an intern. All eyes were on me. Before I could even speak, Liam Miller frowned and took my hand. He didn’t scold Amber; instead, he whispered to me, “Chloe, just let it go. She didn’t do it on purpose; don’t scare her. Go change your clothes quickly; don’t embarrass yourself here.” “Embarrass myself?” I looked at him, unable to believe those words came from his mouth. He called me an embarrassment to protect another woman. In the recording, my voice at the time was as cold as ice. “Liam Miller, say that again?” “Are you done making a scene?” His voice was full of annoyance. “It’s such a small thing; why do you have to make it so ugly? Amber has already apologized; what more do you want? Go home; stop causing trouble for me here!” The recording stopped there. I saw Liam Miller on the screen, his face pale. He looked as if he’d been slapped hard, not by me, but by himself. He finally remembered. Remembered how he had, step by step, trampled my love and respect underfoot. He took off the earbuds, staring blankly at my tombstone. His lips moved, but no words came out. The live-stream comments, for the first time, briefly went silent. Then, a wave of furious comments erupted. “Holy crap! These two scumbags! Is that recording real?” “Spilling wine then playing innocent, saying the other person ‘scared her’? The ‘sweet’ act is practically oozing out of the screen!” “Liam Miller is a渣男 (scumbag)! Saying that about his wife for a mistress? How humiliating that must have been for his wife!” “Sincerity score -10%! Even the system can’t stand it!” I smiled, looking at the negative number. This system certainly didn’t disappoint me. Liam Miller saw it too. The color completely drained from his face. He was starting to get scared. Not scared of losing the money, but scared of remembering what he had truly done to me. Just then, his phone rang again. Still Amber Reed. This time, she didn’t text; she made a video call directly. Liam Miller instinctively wanted to hang up, but his finger paused. He answered. Amber Reed’s tear-streaked face appeared on the screen. “Liam, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to call you. I… I just miss you so much. You must be having such a hard time out there alone, right?” “Don’t listen to what people online are saying, and don’t let… don’t let the things Chloe left behind affect you. She must hate you, that’s why she’s trying every way to make you suffer…” As she spoke, she looked at him with those “innocent” big eyes, full of “pity” and “understanding.” Liam Miller looked at her but said nothing. His gaze was very complex. Amber Reed, getting no response, bit her lip. Suddenly, she seemed to make a decision. She turned the camera to a table. On the table lay a shattered picture frame. Inside the frame was the only photo Liam Miller and I had together. 0

“Liam, please don’t be mad at me.” Amber Reed’s voice, laced with tears, came through the phone, sounding especially pitiful. “When I saw that picture, it reminded me of how Chloe used to treat me… I couldn’t control myself for a moment… I know I shouldn’t have, it’s your memory, but I was just so upset…” Her words precisely pierced Liam Miller’s most vulnerable nerve at that moment. That photo was taken on the day our company went public. I wore a simple white blouse, and he wore a suit. Behind us was the enormous red logo of the stock exchange. We smiled so brightly in the picture, our eyes full of hope for the future. And now, it was shattered. Shattered by the woman he had placed on a pedestal. I watched Liam Miller’s face on the surveillance screen; his muscles twitched, his jawline clenched tight. I thought he would explode, would yell at Amber. But he didn’t. He merely stared silently at the wreckage on the screen, his eyes slowly dimming, eventually settling into a dead calm. “I understand.” After a long moment, he uttered these few words, then immediately hung up the video call. No comfort, no accusation. It was a kind of calm more terrifying than anger. He slowly squatted down, placing the cheap MP3 back into the velvet box. Then, he looked up, turning his gaze back to my tombstone. This time, his eyes held no hatred, no resentment, only an endless void and regret. He finally seemed to understand that she hadn’t just shattered a picture frame. She had shattered everything he and I had ever shared. “Chloe… I’m sorry.” A single tear, without warning, rolled from his bloodshot eyes, hitting the dusty ground and leaving a dark mark. Then came a second, a third… He no longer suppressed it, no longer pretended. He broke down, weeping uncontrollably before my cold tombstone. His cries were heartbreaking, filled with endless remorse and pain. 【Live Stream】 “Holy crap! He’s crying! He’s actually crying!” “His cries, they break my heart… doesn’t sound like an act.” “Sincerity score! Look at the sincerity score!” I shifted my gaze to a corner of the live stream. The sincerity score, which had consistently displayed negative numbers or zero, was now skyrocketing like crazy. 10%… 30%… 50%… Finally, it stopped at 61%. Passed. Liam Miller, congratulations, you’ve finally shed your first sincere tear. But this is far from enough. What I want isn’t just your tears. I want you to spend the next ninety-plus days reliving, over and over, how you personally buried the love you once prided yourself on. As I coldly observed his breakdown, the doorbell of the villa suddenly rang. My personal assistant, Ms. Lee, came in and said, “Ms. Davis, a Mr. Price, who claims to be an old acquaintance of yours, wishes to see you.” Mr. Price? I paused, then realized. Daniel Price. The son of my father’s old friend, and my nominal “fiancé.” He was one of the few who knew about this fake death scheme. “Let him in.” Soon, a tall, well-built man in a black trench coat entered. He was handsome and had a composed demeanor. Seeing me safe and sound on the couch, his tense expression finally relaxed. “You really scared me to death,” he said, walking over to me with a helpless sigh. “Have you had enough? Come home with me.” “Not yet.” I shook my head, pointing at Liam Miller, who was crying his heart out on the screen. “The show has just begun.” Following my finger, his eyes instantly turned cold. “You put yourself through all this for *that*?” “No,” I corrected him. “It’s for myself. I need to reclaim what’s mine, like my dignity.” Daniel Price was silent for a moment, then stopped trying to persuade me. He simply took off his trench coat, draped it over me, and said softly, “Don’t watch anymore, it’s bad for your eyes. I’ll take you somewhere.” He took my hand and led me out of that suffocating surveillance room. Meanwhile, at the cemetery. Liam Miller’s cries gradually subsided. He seemed to have been drained of all his strength, slumping to the ground. Just then, a black Rolls-Royce slowly pulled up at the cemetery entrance. The car door opened, and a man in a perfectly tailored black suit stepped out, holding a black umbrella. He walked with steady steps, heading straight for my tombstone. His appearance immediately drew everyone’s attention in the live stream. “Who’s that guy? What an aura!” “Look at that car, those clothes, he must be rich and powerful!” “Is he here to mourn too? But… why does he look at Liam Miller like he’s a piece of trash?” The man ignored Liam Miller, who was still kneeling on the ground, and simply placed a bouquet of white calla lilies gently before my tombstone. His long fingers brushed over my name on the cold stone, a tender gesture. “Chloe.” He spoke, his voice deep and magnetic, filled with intense sorrow. “I’m too late.” 0 This man was Blake Vance. My college senior, and my former admirer. A genius who, after I chose Liam Miller, moved far away, founded his own tech company, and is now a rising star in the industry.

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Three days before my wedding, my fiancé eloped with my best friend. My best friend. Wearing my wedding dress. In my marital home. And she was “unlocking new positions” with my fiancé. I caught them red-handed, but she just shrugged it off, completely unfazed. “Oh, don’t be so dramatic, daughter-in-law,” Ashley purred, a smirk playing on her lips. “My boy was just nervous about his first wedding. I was simply giving him some pointers to make your married life… more satisfying.” Blake Blackwood, my fiancé, was equally dismissive. “Don’t be so jealous, Chloe. She’s just my buddy. If there was anything serious between us, you wouldn’t be the bride.” I let out a harsh, bitter laugh. “Seriously? You’d marry your ‘buddy’ then?” “Our marriage is a dynastic alliance, a mere formality for our parents’ sake,” Blake explained, as if I were too simple to grasp it. “You people from a lower background wouldn’t understand. Stop being so possessive. After we’re married, I’ll be with her on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays for family appearances. Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays will be all for you.” I felt like I was going to explode, my eyes burning with unshed tears. Was it just about an arranged marriage? How many other arranged marriages had I turned down for him? In fact, one of them was with his own older brother, Julian Blackwood—the Blackwood family’s designated heir!

That bed. So big. It made my blood boil. “You married her, and you still expect to marry me? Have you even read the marriage laws?” Blake picked up Ashley’s bra and tossed it to her. “Don’t sweat the small stuff, Chloe. Marrying Ashley was just a temporary solution. We’ll divorce eventually.” I laughed, a sharp, humorless sound. How dare he think that I, Chloe Hayes, the esteemed heiress of the Hayes family, would stoop to being his secret mistress? Right in front of me, Ashley stripped off the wedding dress, putting on her own lingerie. “Chloe, don’t you think this dress is a little small? Even without a bra, Blake had to squeeze me into it.” She emphasized her generous curves, and Blake’s eyes were practically glued to her. I struggled to keep calm, but tears welled up. “Blake, it’s over. We’re done.” Ashley jumped in, feigning indignation. “Chloe, you’re so ungrateful! My buddy is the son of one of the country’s wealthiest families. He’s doing you a huge favor by agreeing to marry you.” “He married me to shut his parents up. Do you honestly think a regular girl like you could ever catch the eye of someone from his family? He wouldn’t even dare introduce you to his parents, would he?” I looked at Blake, stunned. “But I… I’ve met your parents.” Ashley burst out laughing, looking at me as if I were an idiot. “Blake, your girlfriend is so gullible! She still doesn’t know those were just hired actors I found for you?” Blake didn’t show an ounce of embarrassment at being exposed, nor did he care about the tears streaming down my face. “Chloe, I love you, and I want to marry you. But I can’t introduce you to my circle. There’s just too big of a social gap between us.” Ashley saw me crying. “God, I hate it when girls cry all the time, acting like someone owes them something. You’ve certainly milked my buddy for all he’s worth over the years. He was so broke he had to live at my place for six months!” I wiped my tears away furiously. “Then let’s call off the wedding. I’m not interested in being your charity project.” Blake’s face turned cold. “You, a scholarship kid, dare to complain I’m poor? The invitations are already out! Your entire small town, from the oldest to the youngest, even your family dog, Duke, will be there to feast. Marry me or don’t, it’s your embarrassment, not mine.” Ashley grabbed Blake and pulled him away. “Forget her. I bet she’ll be back on her knees crying and begging you tonight. After all, she’s been with you for six years; she’s old news. Who’d be idiotic enough to pick up her sloppy seconds?” I wiped my tears, tossed the wedding dress into the trash, and calmly pulled out Julian Blackwood’s contact information. “This is Chloe Hayes. I’m getting married in three days. Can you attend as the groom?” My parents airlifted 66 crates of dowry and flew in on a private jet amidst their busy schedules to attend my wedding. Since they were already here, this wedding had to happen. The next day. I went to try on a new wedding dress and snapped a few photos for the wedding planning group chat. Julian Blackwood replied that the gown was one he’d designed, waiting for its true owner. Not long after my message, Blake’s Ferrari pulled up outside. Ashley jokingly leaped onto his back, and the two walked into the store, practically attached at the hip. Blake’s tone was mocking. “You say you won’t marry me, but you’re still trying on wedding dresses? And deliberately posting it in the wedding group chat.” Oh, I forgot he was in the group too. But he never said a word, acting like he wasn’t even the groom. “Chloe certainly knows how to pick ’em,” Ashley whispered to Blake, her voice loud enough for me to hear. “This dress is studded with real diamonds. It must be worth hundreds of thousands, even millions. Your poor sap of a buddy, your gold-digging fiancée is finding new ways to bleed you dry!” Blake looked displeased. “You already have a wedding dress, why are you trying on another one? Take it off!” “That one? I find it dirty.” The words were barely out of my mouth when Ashley spun around and slapped me across the face. “You manipulative bitch! How dare you call my dress dirty? If you don’t like it, don’t wear it! Just get married naked!” It was the first time in my life anyone had ever slapped me. My blood boiled, and I raised my hand to strike back. But Blake grabbed my arm. “She’s my buddy! You hit her, you hit me!” I stared at Blake, my heart feeling as if it had been ripped from my chest. He used to say those words to me. When I first came to the capital city for university, Blake was instantly smitten. He pursued me relentlessly, but I never agreed, until—I was being bullied by a group of rich kids, and he saved me, getting badly injured in the process. He’d said, “Chloe is my girlfriend! You hit her, you hit me!” That was the beginning of my love for him. Now, it was time for it to end. After all, to him, his girlfriend was less important than his best friend! I slapped him hard. “I’ll hit you too!” “You dare to hit me? I’ve spoiled you too much!” Blake tore at my wedding dress, his face contorted in a terrifying expression I’d never seen before. “You don’t deserve such an expensive dress. Who do you think you are, the Hayes heiress? If I hadn’t fallen for you, I could have married some wealthy socialite with an excellent family background, just like my brother!” I screamed, desperately clutching at the dress. “I am the Hayes heiress your brother is supposed to marry!” Blake froze, but Ashley burst into laughter. “The Hayes heiress is studying abroad! You should at least do your research if you’re going to impersonate someone!” I was furious but too weary to argue. My parents were high-ranking military officials, and my brother was a rising business magnate. They deliberately spread false rumors about my background to protect me from being targeted by bad people. “Slap!” Ashley’s laughter abruptly stopped. Because my brother, Ryan Hayes, suddenly appeared, a dark expression on his face, and slapped Ashley hard! “My sister is the Hayes heiress. Do you have a problem with that?”

I hadn’t expected my brother to show up. “Ryan, what are you doing here?” He looked at the slap mark on my face. “If I hadn’t come, my sister would have been bullied to death!” He didn’t notice Blake raising a decorative sculpture nearby, ready to smash it down! I gasped, but it was too late to stop him. I watched, helpless, as my brother fell, blood staining my wedding dress. I pushed Blake away like a madwoman. “He’s my brother!” Blake, ever so loyal to Ashley, shielded her behind him. “So what if he’s your brother? Ashley is my ride-or-die! She raced on a death-defying track to save my life once!” My blood ran cold. He was willing to hurt my family for a best friend! But what he didn’t know was that when he cheated during a race and almost died, I was the one who got on that treacherous speedway and won the round for him. I pulled out my phone to call the police, but Blake snatched it and smashed it to pieces. He looked at me as if I were insane. “Are you crazy? What’s the standing of my Blackwood family? So what if I hit your brother? No one died, why call the police? Are you really going to call the cops on your future husband?” I started crying, frantic, but my brother, struggling, tried to comfort me. “Don’t be scared, Chloe. Brother’s okay.” Our commotion alerted the store staff. They quickly came to help stop my brother’s bleeding, but they also knew Blake’s status and dared not intervene further. Ashley seemed incredibly wronged. “No one in the capital city dares to hit me, Ashley Jenkins! Your cheap relatives really have no idea who they’re messing with!” Blake pointed at my brother’s nose and cursed. “Hey, you country bumpkin, out of respect for you being Chloe’s older brother, just kowtow to my buddy and we’ll call it even.” I was so angry I almost laughed. My brother had lived his entire life, and no one had ever dared to speak to him like that. His ranches held enough cattle to trample Blake flat! As I laughed, tears started to fall. After a month of wedding planning, Blake clearly had no interest in understanding my family. So, he had no idea of the immense industrial empire my brother commanded. My brother wiped my tears, his gaze, in his peripheral vision, turning sinister as he looked at Blake. “Our entire family wouldn’t let a single tear fall from her eyes. Do you honestly think scum like you deserves to marry my sister?” My brother pulled out his phone to call the police. This time, Blake didn’t stop him, only staring at me coldly. “Chloe! Your brother is going to get me arrested! Do you still want to have this wedding? Don’t forget, you’re the one who proposed to me!” At the time, I had just graduated from grad school, and my family wanted me to marry early. To get rid of the endless stream of blind dates, I’d suggested getting married… But how was I to know that after he eagerly agreed, he would go and marry his best friend? Seeing my indifference, Blake kicked a table. “Whatever. Call the cops if you want. Do you really think the police department will actually defend poor people like you?” Soon, the police arrived. One look and I knew trouble was brewing. Leading the officers was Chad Mitchell, one of the rich kids who had bullied me before. Chad greeted Blake warmly. “Well, well? Isn’t this Blake Blackwood and his little darling? Blake nearly killed us trying to play hero back then!” After exchanging pleasantries, he didn’t even ask questions, immediately ordering my brother to be taken away. He claimed my brother had slapped Ashley, completely ignoring the blood gushing from my brother’s head! I tried to intervene, but Blake grabbed me. “Your brother called the police! Some country bumpkin from nowhere actually thinks he can sue us rich kids. If you still want to be Mrs. Blackwood, don’t you dare help him. It’s beneath you!” Watching my brother being forcibly pushed into the police car, I bit Blake hard in my desperation. He shoved me against the wall. Stars exploded before my eyes, and I vaguely saw Chad and Blake slinging arms around each other. “Keep your woman in line. Don’t let her come looking for trouble with me.” They were unsettlingly chummy! But I had no time to ponder it. Everything went black, and I passed out. No one noticed my shattered phone in the corner, conspicuously displaying a call from Julian Blackwood. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself locked in a basement. Ashley saw I was awake and grabbed my hair. “You little vixen! You’ve caused all this trouble, and Blake still insists on marrying you.” I struggled frantically, the handcuffs digging into my wrists, drawing blood. “Where’s Blake? Let that bastard come see me!” Ashley tossed a listening device at me. “He’s too busy for you. Listen for yourself. He’s having a blast at his bachelor party. He wants you to reflect on your behavior and remember your place. Don’t take his affection for granted.” After Ashley left, darkness enveloped me, and an suffocating,濒死的 feel settled in. Blake knew I had severe claustrophobia. He’d even gone out of his way to learn about it. He knew I might die, yet he cruelly locked me in this dark basement.

I forced myself to calm down. Ryan would come save me. Even though he was taken to the police station, once he notified his legal team, not even God himself could keep him there… Just then, Chad’s voice crackled through the listening device. “Blake, that guy you told me to lock up, isn’t he a lunatic? He claims to be some big shot, showing me his ID, demanding to contact his legal team.” Blake burst into laughter. “Hilarious! He’s probably some pathetic loser who’s been watching too many B-grade action flicks. Just hold him for 48 hours to make Ashley feel better.” Laughter erupted from the device. My whole body trembled with rage. Blake wasn’t just bullying me; he was going after my family! My brother was injured. What if something happened to him? I struggled to my feet, slamming my body against the heavy basement door… No matter how hard I crashed into it, drawing blood, the door didn’t budge an inch. Chad’s voice came again. “Aren’t you worried Chloe will get angry? You even staged that hero rescue with me when you were chasing her. I thought you were just playing around, but you ended up dating for six years and now you’re dead set on marrying her. I wonder what good fortune she accumulated in her past life.” Blake laughed smugly. “She was famously hard to get back then. If Ashley hadn’t told me to chase her, I wouldn’t have bothered with such a poor woman acting all high and mighty!” I collapsed against the door, sliding down, utterly powerless. So—even my initial feelings were a lie. I screamed and screamed in fury, but no one could hear me. Only their laughter echoed from the listening device. “After I got her, she was quiet, pretty, and not clingy, so I figured, why not just go with it? But now she’s so annoying, pressuring me to get married, to be more ambitious. She has no idea what her place is.” Someone else asked Blake, “So you’re still marrying her?” “Aside from being poor, she doesn’t have many flaws. The main thing is, she’s absolutely crazy about me. She knew I married Ashley, but she still went to try on wedding dresses the very next day. Don’t mind me locking her in the basement now; she’ll definitely show up for the wedding…” I curled up in the corner, feeling swallowed by the darkness, my breathing growing harder. Blake was so confident. I wasn’t desperate to get married. Why would I willingly let myself be trampled and marry him? For the past six years, Blake wore a mask, and I was engrossed in my studies. We were like a pseudo-intimate couple, never truly delving into each other’s lives. I didn’t know his intentions were so malicious, and he had no idea of my immense wealth. I gasped for breath in the basement, while he was having a wild bachelor party above me. My parents would arrive tomorrow. They would surely come to save my brother and me. And Julian Blackwood, we had agreed to marry. I couldn’t give up. I couldn’t sleep. The next day. I was incredibly weak. Until I heard my mother’s furious voice through the listening device. “Blake Blackwood! Who is this woman? And why is she lying in bed with you in her lingerie?” Blake yawned loudly. “Aunt and Uncle, you’re here early. She’s just my buddy. We’ve been practically attached at the hip since childhood.” Ashley scoffed. “Seriously, what’s the big deal? Men can go shirtless, why can’t women? Are you old fogies being sexist?” I felt the ground vibrate, probably my father angrily slamming his cane. He’d been in the military for years, terrifyingly powerful. “Where is my daughter!” Blake seemed at a loss for words, but Ashley quickly interjected. “She’s not here. She argued with my buddy yesterday. I don’t know how you raised your daughter, but she shamelessly wanted to buy a million-dollar wedding dress…” My mother sharply cut her off. “What’s wrong with a million-dollar wedding dress? My daughter deserves even a ten-million-dollar one!” Ashley laughed. “Like mother, like daughter. Blake, your Hayes family is really milking you for everything they can.” Through the listening device, my mother cursed loudly, but my father stopped her. He was a busy man and usually too lazy to bother with such trivial matters. “Since my daughter isn’t here, we’ll take our leave. I suppose we won’t be seeing each other again.” My father’s words meant he was rejecting the marriage. But I was here! I heard them turn to leave. I struggled to open my eyes, desperately banging on the wall. Just then, a dog barked through the listening device. The sound seemed to be getting closer… “Woof!” Right outside the door! Duke, the guard dog Blake had mentioned, had followed my scent and found me. He was a top military-trained dog! “Mom, Dad—” I cried out. The next second, my father kicked open the door. When the light from outside streamed in, I instinctively recoiled, like something that couldn’t bear the light. In the basement, I was clad only in my undergarments, chained by the neck with a dog leash, my wrists raw and bleeding from the handcuffs, my body bruised and discolored, my face deathly pale. I looked like I was at death’s door. In that moment, my parents’ eyes were blazing, filled with a murderous rage! Blake’s legs gave out, and he almost knelt. My father’s palpable fury pressed down on everyone in the room!

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  My sister smashed the necklace the CEO had given her. “Who needs your cheap stuff? Don’t you dare insult me! I’m nothing like those gold-digging opportunists who cling to power!” Standing by, I crouched down to pick up the broken pieces. The CEO kicked my outstretched hand. “Get her to wear it, and I’ll pay for your dad’s medical bills.” My sister glared at me. “You’re truly pathetic, Lena. So desperate for money and status, sucking up to rich people like this?” But if I missed this chance, my dad’s surgery costs would be completely out of reach. I stubbornly held out the necklace to my sister. She closed her eyes, a picture of haughty arrogance. I didn’t manage to get her to wear the necklace. But the CEO still paid for Dad’s medical expenses. From that day on, both my sister and I were tied to Andre. But we were worlds apart. His blatant favoritism towards her was known to everyone. And I was just the “gold digger” who shamelessly clung on. Years later, my sister returned from studying abroad. I was currently held close in Andre’s arms. “Your sister is back.” I understood instantly. “Right. I hope you and Tiffany will be happily ever after.” ***** Andre kissed my forehead in satisfaction. “Such a good girl.” He leaned against the headboard, his gaze distant. “If only your sister were as compliant as you.” A sharp, tearing pain spread through my chest. I didn’t reply, just quietly got up to get dressed. Andre suddenly grabbed my wrist. His grip was too strong, making me wince in pain. “Aren’t you going to say anything?” “What should I say?” I whispered. He scoffed, letting go of my hand and falling back onto the bed. “Before your sister left the country, she asked me to take good care of you.” My pupils constricted. The ache in my heart became sharper, clearer. The only reason I could stay by his side was because Tiffany, my sister, had granted it to me. Of course. In Andre’s eyes, I was just a replacement for her. “Your sister is always like this. She’s soft-hearted with everyone else, but always so cruel to me.” Andre’s voice carried a hint of wistfulness and an undeniable fondness. I tried to go to the bathroom, but he grabbed my hand again. “Stay with me a little longer.” Moonlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating his handsome profile. I suddenly remembered the first time I saw him. My sister had accidentally spilled hot coffee on his hand. His hand was red and scalded, but he just smiled and said, “It’s okay, as long as you’re not burned.” “Hmph, I wasn’t going to apologize anyway. You rich people are all so arrogant and self-centered.” I was startled and wanted to apologize. But Andre seemed even more interested. “You hate me?” “Yes, I hate spoiled rich kids like you who have nothing better to do all day.” My sister let out a soft huff and stomped her foot. Andre just laughed. I shrank behind my sister, watching the amusement and indulgence in his eyes. Only one thought ran through my mind: he… he’s actually a good person. Later, I found out he had fallen for my sister at first sight. And when he spoke of it, he didn’t even remember I was standing right behind her. My thoughts snapped back to the present. I saw Andre. He lit a cigarette and spoke. “I’ve already arranged for your father’s ongoing treatment.” “Thank you,” I nodded. “No need to be so polite.” He exhaled smoke. Through the hazy smoke, his gaze fell on my face. “If you want to thank anyone, thank your sister. I’m only willing to look after your family because of her.” … The sound of running water filled the bathroom. I poured cold water over my head, trying to suppress the sobs rising in my throat. When I came out, he was still there, which surprised me a little. Andre leaned against the doorframe, fiddling with his phone. “Tomorrow, I’m picking up your sister. Arrange my schedule for me.” “Okay.” He suddenly walked over, picked up a towel, and began to dry my hair. His movements were clumsy, pulling at my scalp. It stung. I closed my eyes, not struggling. Noticing my furrowed brows, he finally softened his touch. “Sorry, I’ve never done this before… I just wanted to learn, so I can dry your sister’s hair later.” “It’s fine. Just be a bit gentler, or Tiffany will get mad at you.” I said, forcing a smile. He hummed softly, and his movements did indeed become much gentler. The next day at the airport. I followed Andre early in the morning to pick up my sister. Tiffany emerged in a vibrant red dress, captivating and radiant. Everyone’s eyes were drawn to her. Including Andre’s, beside me. He practically sprinted forward, taking her luggage. “Are you tired?” His tone was one I had never heard him use before—so gentle. My sister gave a casual “Hmm,” her gaze sweeping over the crowd and landing on me, a hint of amusement in her eyes. “Lena, you came too?” “Tiffany, long time no see.” I stepped forward to greet her, my smile polite but distant. On the way back, my sister sat in the passenger seat. Andre occasionally turned to chat and laugh with her. He had never been so talkative with me. Their conversation flowed effortlessly from the weather abroad to mundane daily gossip, trivial yet natural. I sat in the back seat, like an invisible person who didn’t exist at all.

  Back at the house, my sister motioned for me to pick up her luggage and follow her. I did as told. When we reached her “princess room,” she suddenly turned around and slapped me across the face. “Lena Harvey, you are utterly pathetic.” “I was studying abroad, working on my career, and you were back here sleeping your way to the top. You, Lena, you’re just as cheap as your mother.” Tiffany was my father’s first wife’s daughter. A year after their divorce, my father met my mother through mutual friends. They found each other suitable and started dating. But Tiffany always believed my mother was a mistress. Even though my mother tried to win her over, treating her better than she treated me, her own biological daughter. But Tiffany was never satisfied. She loved to humiliate me and my mother in front of others. Calling my mother a mistress, and me, the mistress’s daughter. From a very young age, I suffered endless glares and humiliation because of these unfounded rumors. All the bullying I endured at school came directly from Tiffany. When Dad went to school to complain on my behalf, Tiffany would always retort: “Dad, why does she get bullied while no one else does? Isn’t it because there’s something wrong with her?” The stinging pain on my cheek pulled my thoughts back to the present. “What, cat got your tongue?” Tiffany looked down at me, condescendingly. I still didn’t say anything. Over the years, I had long understood my situation. I couldn’t afford to upset Tiffany. Otherwise, Andre would be displeased, and Dad’s medical funds would disappear. Tiffany wouldn’t care whether Dad lived or died. Seeing me still keeping my head down, she sneered. She walked into her walk-in closet and began to rummage through her clothes. “Here, iron this for me. Make sure it’s perfectly pressed. I hate wrinkles.” I softly replied, “Okay,” and exited the room. In the hallway, I ran into the housekeeper. Their gaze held a hint of sympathy and helplessness, but quickly shifted away. After all, no one would look up to a materialistic “gold digger.” While ironing the dress, the steam accidentally burned my wrist. A red blister immediately formed. I stared at the red mark and suddenly remembered a time when Andre was drunk. He had mistaken me for Tiffany. He kept mumbling drunkenly, “Tiffany, don’t leave.” His grip back then had also been painful, but I didn’t push him away. Sometimes, people are so greedy that they can’t bear to expose even a fake affection. Andre appeared then. His gaze fell on my reddened wrist. “What happened to your hand?” “I accidentally burned it,” I answered honestly. He anxiously grabbed my wrist, carefully examining the red swollen area. I was so startled I could barely breathe. “Who told you to iron it?” His voice was suppressed, hiding something. “Tiffany.” I still told the truth. He smiled, letting go of my hand. “She’s still as bossy as ever.” I didn’t reply. He turned to leave but suddenly stopped. “Hand over that project you’re working on to your sister.” My eyes widened abruptly. By the time I fully registered what he said, he was gone. Why? A project I had dedicated half a year to, working day and night, pouring countless efforts into—just like that, I was supposed to hand it over? But I knew I had no right to refuse. Tiffany and I, in Andre’s eyes, were worlds apart. Late that night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. I got out of bed, wanting to go out for some fresh air. But I saw Andre in the living room. He was sitting on the sofa, smoking. The moonlight outlined his profile. “You’re still awake?” He saw me and instinctively put out his cigarette. “I got up to get some water.” He nodded in silence. Then, as I turned to leave, he suddenly murmured to himself. “I’ve waited so long, but now that she’s back, I feel… it’s just not the same.” My heart seemed to skip a beat. I thought I had misheard him. Andre looked up at me, his eyes filled with struggle. “If… if I said I couldn’t bear to let you go, would you think that was strange?”

  That night’s conversation, Andre and I both pretended it never happened. Tiffany started working at Andre’s company. She immediately became my direct supervisor. I took her around, familiarizing her with company procedures, but she just looked at me impatiently. “This is boring. That’s enough.” “But, there’s still…” I tried to explain, but she cut me off. “Isn’t that what you’re for? Don’t you, my subordinate, have the ability to assist your superior’s work?” Tiffany rolled her eyes at me, then smiled again. “Oh, right. All you’re good for is pleasing men in bed.” The moment those words left her mouth, the office fell silent. Everyone around us gasped, covering their mouths in shock and awkwardness. But Tiffany still wasn’t satisfied. She walked closer, her heels clicking, looking down at me. “What? Haven’t you told your colleagues that your mother was a home-wrecker? You and your mother, you’re two peas in a pod.” “My mother isn’t a mistress,” I retorted, meeting her gaze. She covered her mouth and scoffed. “You’re still denying it? Right, people like you are so shameless.” … The spectacle quickly spread throughout the company. After work, Andre called me to his office. His office was also filled with some of his friends. They all looked at me with mocking expressions. I thought Andre would issue a public statement to stop the rumors. But he only said: “You shouldn’t have made your sister angry.” I bit my lip, trying hard to hold back tears. Andre continued, “Your sister has been very good to you. If it weren’t for her, you wouldn’t even have had money for college — Lena, you need to be grateful.” I looked up, my eyes red-rimmed. Yes, I knew. If it weren’t for Tiffany, we wouldn’t have received financial support from Andre’s family. Dad would have died long ago from lack of medical funds. And I would have dropped out of school early due to poverty. Now, Andre’s lecture was just to make sure I didn’t resent Tiffany. As I left the office, I could still hear the laughter inside. “Oh, Andre, you’re really ruthless. She’s such a delicate beauty, how could you be so harsh?” “Yeah, aren’t you afraid you’ll actually scare her off?” “Even though Lena is more soft-willed and has no bottom line compared to her sister, she really is so obedient to you.” Andre replied nonchalantly. “She’s nothing like Tiffany. They’re like night and day, really.” “If she didn’t look so much like Tiffany, why would I even keep her around?” At those words, another burst of laughter erupted. I quickened my pace, escaping in a hurry. That project was ultimately given to Tiffany by Andre. Tiffany just signed her name at the end, and all the credit went to her. She instantly became a rising star in the industry. When people spoke of her as an industry new star, they couldn’t help but mention me. “These two sisters, one is a daring and ambitious woman, and the other is just a clinging vine who attaches herself to power.” “Lena Harvey just rode on her sister’s coattails and isn’t even grateful.” The rumors, like vines, tightly wrapped around my neck, constricting more and more. At the celebration banquet. Tiffany was surrounded by people. She held a champagne glass, smiling radiantly. Someone raised a toast in praise. “Ms. Williams is truly capable! Our CEO is so lucky to have such a brilliant and capable partner by his side.” Andre smiled in response. But his gaze unconsciously swept over the crowd and met mine. I smiled at him and turned to leave. I didn’t see his tightly furrowed brows after I left. I moved through the banquet like a transparent person. Tiffany was a born leading lady; even stolen credit she could explain away eloquently and righteously. As for me, I didn’t even have the right to defend myself. Tiffany’s reputation soared. Andre’s family elders softened their stance, stating that as long as Tiffany performed well in the next quarter, she would be allowed to join the family. Upon hearing this, Tiffany put on a proud and aloof act, as if deeply insulted. “Do you think I should be happy? What’s so great about you? You just have better luck than me.” “I won’t exert myself to please you just to get into the Morley family.” “I study hard, I work hard, it’s all for myself, and has nothing to do with anyone else.” Her words left Andre’s family elders with pale faces, completely speechless. Andre quickly stepped in to smooth things over. His eyes were full of admiration for Tiffany. “Tiffany is just like that, real and unpretentious. Grandpa, please don’t take it to heart.” I stood by, watching the scene, finding it utterly absurd.   From then on, Tiffany thrived like a fish in water. Andre indulged her every whim. Tiffany never hid her dislike for me. She deliberately transferred me to a peripheral department, where I handled insignificant chores every day. People who used to work closely with me gradually distanced themselves. I didn’t care about any of this; I just quietly worked, trying to earn as much as I could. Dad’s recovery was going very well. I planned to take him away from this city once he was discharged from the hospital. The prerequisite was having enough money. Tiffany didn’t remain smug for long. Andre had spoiled her, making her too self-confident and a bit too impatient for quick results. On an overseas project, Tiffany, in her pursuit of speed, skipped the risk assessment and signed the contract directly. As a result, Andre’s company not only had to freeze hundreds of millions in initial investment but also had to pay double the penalty for breach of contract. When the news reached the company, the entire conference room fell silent. I sighed. I had warned Tiffany to do a risk assessment. But she had scoffed at the time, “What I choose to do is none of your business.” That day, Andre called me into his office. He looked at me, silent for a long time. I had probably already guessed what he was going to say. I smiled and spoke first, “I understand what you mean.” He nodded. “Everyone is watching. Someone has to step up and take responsibility for this.” I said nothing more. Andre paused, carefully choosing his words. “Tiffany lacks experience; it’s inevitable she’d make mistakes. And you, as her subordinate, didn’t properly advise her, which is your fault to begin with.” “She looks strong, but she’s really just a little girl who cries a lot. If people start pointing fingers and blaming her, I’m afraid she…” He didn’t finish his sentence, but I understood. I looked up, “Okay.” Consider it repayment for his kindness. Andre nodded in satisfaction, pulled a document from his drawer, and placed it in front of me. “This is a statement. It specifies that you concealed risk data during the follow-up, which led to the project failure.” I hadn’t hesitated at first, but at the crucial moment, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt. Concealing risk data, what a serious charge. If the company pursued legal action, I could go to jail. He sighed, speaking casually. “I won’t let you go to jail, don’t worry.” I laughed. My laughter echoed in the office, sounding particularly ironic. “Alright.” I lowered my head, signing my name with careful strokes. As soon as I walked out of the office, I ran straight into Tiffany. Her face was a bit haggard, but her makeup was flawless. “You shouldn’t feel like it’s unfair. If you hadn’t deliberately neglected to warn me, I wouldn’t have made such a huge mistake.” I ignored her, walking straight past her. I pulled my clothes tighter. The air conditioning made me shiver. My phone vibrated then—a call from the hospital. “Ms. Harvey, your father is doing very well. He can be discharged next week.” “Okay, thank you.” I stumbled into the stairwell, crouched down, covered my face, and cried, trying to muffle the sound. I submitted my resignation to the company that day. HR was a bit surprised. “But Mr. Morley didn’t say he was firing you.” “This is what he wants.” Seeing my reply, HR didn’t say anything more. After all, everyone knew I had “made a big mistake.” Andre found out about my resignation a few days later. At the time, I was at the hospital, accompanying my father. Andre called. “I didn’t tell you to resign.” “This is the best solution,” I replied. He fell silent on the other end. After a long pause, he spoke again. “Alright, you can lay low for a while. Once this blows over, I’ll transfer you to another position.” “No need to trouble yourself.” I was very polite. Andre caught the hint of distance in my tone. He sounded displeased. “Are you blaming me?” “No, Mr. Morley. You’ve been kind to me. If anything, I should be thanking you. Why would I blame you?” I felt a little weak. Everything that had happened recently had truly exhausted me. “I owe you nothing. From now on, we’re even.” The sun shone down, warm and comforting. In the distance, car horns blared. I left the hospital with my father, heading for the airport, ready to start a new life.

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  The first time my childhood sweetheart’s werewolf traits awakened, his friends called me to help calm him down. But what they didn’t know was that I heard him say: “I really don’t want to waste my first time on her. A werewolf’s love is for life. Whoever we mark first becomes our only mate. When Pearl gets here, I’ll have to resist, even if she begs me to let her help.” But he waited and waited, and I never came. What he didn’t know was that his older brother’s bodyguard had been blowing up my phone. “Miss Jasper, the young master marked you as his mate a long time ago. Please, I’m begging you, can you come and kiss him?” It turns out, five years ago when I died in a skiing accident, his brother saved me. He performed a blood bond, giving me half of his own werewolf lifespan to pull me back from the brink of death. That night, I wrapped my arms around his brother’s neck, my voice a low, seductive whisper. “Come on, Justin. Don’t hold back. Tell me… how many years have you been secretly in love with me?” *****   My childhood sweetheart, Noah, comes from a family of werewolves. After their twentieth birthday, every full moon sends them into a powerful heat. And according to their ancient laws, the first person they mark becomes their one and only mate for life. I always thought that when the time came, Noah would choose me. So when his friends called me on the night of his first transformation, telling me he was in agony and needed me, I rushed over without a second thought. But as I reached the door of the private room, I heard Noah’s voice, tight with frustration. “God, I really don’t want to waste it on Pearl.” “I want to go after Karen, the most popular girl in school, but she’s not the easy type.” “Not like Pearl. She’s like a pathetic little lapdog who comes running whenever I call.” “When she gets here, I’ll have to resist, even if she begs me to let her help. The last thing I need is to be shackled to her for life after one mistake. She’d have me wrapped around her little finger forever.” I stood frozen outside the door, my mind a complete blank. I couldn’t believe it. The boy I’d grown up with, the boy I adored, saw me as nothing more than that. His friends, all of them the type to kiss up and kick down, burst out laughing. “So, she’s just a toy to you.” “Should I call and tell her not to come? Save her the trouble of trying to climb into your bed and trap you. Honestly, man, you get what you pay for.” But Noah stopped him. “No, don’t,” he said, his voice strained with discomfort. “If we tell her not to come now, how would that make her feel? Even if she is just a toy, she’s one I’ve cared for since we were kids. I don’t want to hurt her.” He let out a ragged breath. “When she gets here, I’ll just… see if I can hold back. I don’t want to spell things out for her, but maybe this will finally make her understand.” In that moment, I wanted to storm in there and scream at him. You don’t want to hurt me? You call me a dog in front of your friends and let them laugh at me, and you think you have the right to my devotion? But I held back. Why waste my breath on someone who didn’t value me? I turned and walked away, a humiliating retreat. Don’t cry, I told myself. Don’t you dare cry. Then, I remembered a different call. I pulled out my phone and dialed the number of his brother’s bodyguard. “That offer you made earlier… to help Noah’s brother? Is it still on the table? Send me the address. I’m on my way.”

  Half an hour earlier, the bodyguard had called and revealed a truth Noah had deliberately kept from me. “Miss Jasper, do you remember five years ago? When the second young master, Noah, took you skiing and you fell into that ravine?” “The eldest young master, Justin, led the search party. It took us three days and three nights to find you, buried under the snow. You were frozen solid, like a statue of ice. You weren’t breathing.” “Master Justin told Noah that a werewolf can give half of his lifespan to his mate through a blood bond on the night of a full moon. It’s another form of marking. Once performed, that person becomes their eternal mate.” “But Noah… he refused. He couldn’t bear to let you die, he just held your body and sobbed, but he wouldn’t do it.” “In the end, it was Master Justin who saved you. As luck would have it, that night was a full moon. To save you, he performed the blood bond himself, giving you half of his life. In doing so, he marked you. For the rest of his life, you are the only one he can ever be with.” “Noah begged him never to tell you. For the past five years, Master Justin has endured every full moon alone. He never disturbed you, and he forbade any of us from ever revealing what he did.” “But tonight… tonight is different. He’s been gravely injured, his life is on the line. And with the full moon… he won’t make it without you. Please, I’m begging you. Can you come help him?” My mind went completely blank. I had died once? Five years ago, I had actually died? Noah, the boy who had cherished me my whole life, refused to sacrifice for me. But his brother, Justin—the cold, intimidating man everyone called the Ice King—had pulled me back from death’s door. Even so, my heart had been stubborn. “I’m sorry,” I had told the bodyguard. “Noah needs me more tonight.” I was willing to be ungrateful, to ignore the man who saved me, all to rush to Noah’s side. And my reward? To be called a pathetic lapdog. A worthless toy. God, I was such a fool. I deserved to be treated like dirt. But not anymore. I scrubbed away the humiliating tears, my knuckles white as I clutched my phone. “Is it too late to repay my debt?” I asked the bodyguard, my voice shaking. “If Justin really needs me tonight… I’ll be there. And I’ll give him everything he needs.” The bodyguard’s voice was choked with relief. “It’s not too late! Not at all! Miss Jasper, I’m sending you the location right now. If the master wasn’t so badly hurt, if his life wasn’t on the line, I would never have disobeyed his orders. The family punishments are severe.” I understood. Justin probably just wanted to save my life, not to have me clinging to him forever out of obligation. And I just wanted to repay the debt. It wasn’t about being heartbroken by the younger brother and immediately running into the arms of the older one. It was just… a debt.

  I never expected what I’d find when I arrived at the hospital’s VIP wing. Karen, the most popular girl in school, was standing outside the door, frantically trying to push her way in. “Let me in! It’s the full moon, isn’t it? How do you know Justin doesn’t need me? Justin! Please, just let me in and help you!” A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Noah had called her “not the easy type,” yet here she was, throwing herself at his brother. The bodyguard who had been blocking her saw me and immediately opened the door, his eyes welling with tears of relief. “Miss Jasper, you’re finally here. Please, come in. The master really needs you tonight.” Karen’s face twisted with a vicious mix of envy and hatred. “Why does she get to go in?” she shrieked. “He’s only in this condition because he was saving her! She’s a jinx! How can you let her near him again?” I froze. Saved me again? What does she mean? The scene inside the room was chaos. I saw Justin, bare-chested and lying face down on the bed. His face was flushed with fever, his short hair soaked with sweat. His fingers were curled tightly into his palms, fighting the waves of heat rolling through him. His back was wrapped in thick white bandages, now stained a horrifying, spreading crimson. A doctor stood beside him, shouting in desperation. “For God’s sake, man, stop fighting it! I’m begging you, just find a woman to help you! We just changed these dressings and they’re already soaked through! How much blood do you have to lose? On a full moon, a werewolf’s blood is already agitated, and your clotting ability is shot. I’ve given you the strongest coagulants we have, and they’re doing nothing!” “You have to relieve this fever, or you’re going to bleed to death before morning! Where is this girl you said could save him?” The bodyguards by the bed had already seen me. In unison, they turned and bowed a full ninety degrees, their expressions a mixture of reverence and gratitude. “Doctor,” one of them said. “She’s here.” At their words, the man who had been suffering his own private hell on the bed suddenly opened his eyes. They were a deep, mesmerizing crimson, burning with a fierce, restrained desire. His gaze, powerful and sharp, landed on my face, and his expression shifted to shock, then fury. “Who brought her here? Get her out!” One of the bodyguards bowed his head. “It was me, sir. If Miss Jasper can help you tonight, I will accept any punishment. Besides, you were injured this time saving her life. Again.” “You’ve risked your life for her twice now, and you won’t even take the credit. You might not feel wronged by it, sir, but we do. On your behalf.” I stole a glance at the formidable man on the bed. Though I’d grown up with Noah, I had always been terrified of Justin. He was known as the Ice King for a reason. Even the most arrogant heirs and troublemakers in our circle turned into meek little boys in his presence. His power and aura were absolute. I usually went out of my way to avoid him. But now, that same terrifying man was gripping the bedsheets, his toes curling in agony, his whole body radiating a palpable heat. His ragged, shallow breaths filled the room. The contrast was jarring, almost… alluring. A fallen king on his sickbed was a dangerously captivating sight. “Wait,” I said, my voice small. “You said he was hurt because of me… again?” A bodyguard started to speak, but Justin cut him off with a roar. “Shut up! Say one more word and see what happens!” Then, he turned his voice on me, forcing a tone of gentle dismissal. “Pearl, you should leave. I don’t need you here.” Another bodyguard spoke up, seemingly fearless. “Sir, stop pretending. Stubbornness won’t win you a wife. You act all tough, but your heart is soft when it comes to her. Did you think we were blind? When Miss Jasper is in danger, you’d walk through fire for her. You literally did.”     It wasn’t just one; all the bodyguards in the room started chiming in, a chorus of fearless truth-tellers. “Exactly! Last full moon, who was it that spent the whole night staring at a picture of Miss Jasper on his phone? You were so out of your mind with fever you kept whispering her name. I bet you were dreaming of her, too.” “And the month before that! You parked your car outside her dorm building and sat there all night. How many times did you almost get out and go in, only to force yourself to stay put? Job himself would have tapped out.” “If we don’t say anything, she’ll never know! Are you really planning to suffer like this for the rest of your life?” “Shut up,” Justin said, his gaze dropping. “I can handle it.” The doctor practically exploded. “Handle it? Handle my ass! You keep ‘handling it’ and you won’t live to see the sunrise!” He turned to me. “Young lady, what are you just standing there for? Do something! Help him!” The bodyguards all bowed to me again, their faces pleading. But I was at a loss. “What am I supposed to do? I… I don’t know how.” The doctor, snipping away the blood-soaked bandages, didn’t even look up. “Kiss him!” My face flushed a deep crimson. Standing there, at the head of the bed, with everyone watching… how could I kiss a man who pushed everyone away? Suddenly, a bodyguard shouted, “Miss Jasper, do you know how the master got hurt? Two days ago, there was a fire in your university’s auditorium! You were trapped inside, weren’t you? You passed out from the smoke inhalation and almost died.” “It was the master who saved you. Because of the mark, he can sense when his mate is in danger. He ignored everyone’s warnings and ran into the burning building to find you. As he was carrying you out, a flaming beam fell and hit him across the back. His whole back was on fire.” “But he gritted his teeth, held on through the pain, and used the last of his strength to get you out. And what happened then? Your precious Noah swooped in and took all the credit. He saw his brother carry you from the flames and snatched you out of his arms. If he was so worried about you, why didn’t he run in there himself?” What? I couldn’t believe it. That was how Justin had been injured? I remembered waking up from the smoke inhalation two days ago. Noah was sitting by my bedside. I had assumed… I thought he was the one who saved me. My head was spinning with too much new information to feel shy or awkward anymore. Saving him was all that mattered. Acting on pure instinct, I leaned over Justin, fixed my eyes on his lips, and pressed a firm kiss against them. “Don’t,” he growled, his voice harsh, pushing me away with his words. But his hands only gripped the sheets tighter, his throat working as he swallowed hard, his eyes a terrifying shade of red. The sight of him, so powerful yet so vulnerable, was an invitation to sin. His voice turned colder. “Pearl, do you have any idea what you’re doing? You usually act like you can’t get far enough away from me. Don’t do something you’ll regret just to repay a debt. And don’t listen to them. It’s useless. You can kiss me all you want. I feel nothing.” But the doctor suddenly cried out in excitement. “It’s working! The bleeding is slowing down! Miss Jasper, keep going! Kiss him again! His body is a hell of a lot more honest than his mouth. Kiss him like you mean it!” The doctor’s words were a direct slap to Justin’s stubborn pride. His face looked deeply uncomfortable, and in a move that stunned me, he buried his head in the pillows. Was he… blushing? His ears were so red they looked like they were about to catch fire.

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  My best friend and I were both heartbroken on the same day, but unlike me, she insisted on dragging me into her twisted version of a “romantic ending” and dying together. Ignoring my protests, she set fire to my house. When she saw me burning alive, skin blistering and flesh charred, she panicked and ran. I survived with severe burns and lay in the hospital for three long months. The day I was finally discharged, I discovered she was marrying my wealthy ex-boyfriend. When I confronted her, she brushed it off with a sweet smile: “Don’t overthink. I married him to punish the scumbag and get revenge for you.” But her actions told another story. She sold all the wedding jewelry and told her husband I had taken them to buy gifts for a boytoy. She maxed out his credit cards, claiming it was to pay off my gambling debts. When she got pregnant and slept with her husband’s driver, she nearly bled to death—then told everyone I had gone to a hotel with a bunch of male models, and she miscarried while trying to “save” me. In the end, her husband sold me off to the Golden Triangle. There, they cut out my kidney and tortured me until I died in agony. But when I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day she had her affair and miscarriage. ***** Alexia always used me as her excuse whenever she met her lover. She told her husband, Paul Eveline, that I was the one calling her out—sometimes saying I’d been beaten by a wife for being a mistress and needed comfort, sometimes that I owed loan sharks and begged for help. She even said that I was being treated for a dirty disease and needed her by my side. If Paul hadn’t once stormed into my house in my past life, spitting venom and condemning me for all those fabricated sins, I never would’ve known just how “colorful” my life had become in her lies. And now, his number was flashing on my phone again, vibrating relentlessly. The moment I picked up, his furious voice exploded in my ear. “Hedy! It’s the middle of the night—why are you keeping Alexia with you again?” “I’ve tolerated you long enough! After we broke up, you wanted to ruin yourself, fine. But must you keep sucking the life out of Alexia? She’s your best friend, not your mother!” “She’s married now, and pregnant. Can’t you have some shame and stop bothering her every damn day? Do you even know how pathetic you are?” “What is this, revenge because I dumped you? Are you trying to destroy my family? Alexia is pure and innocent—if you dare exploit her again, don’t blame me for being ruthless! Send her back right now!” His voice was so loud and venomous that my ears rang. The truth was I hadn’t had any contact with Alexia ever since she set me on fire. But Paul never believed that. I received his calls almost daily. At first, hearing his accusations, I actually thought Alexia was really punishing him on my behalf. It wasn’t until he barged into my home in a rage, beat me black and blue, stuffed me into a sack, and sold me to the Golden Triangle that I realized I had been nothing but a scapegoat. Remembering the flames she lit, the slander she spread, and his merciless revenge—a surge of hatred burned in my chest. ‘Paul, this time, you’ll see with your own eyes what your so-called “pure, good wife” really is.’ Curling my lips into a cold smile, I answered the call. “Alexia is busy right now—she’s unclogging the sewer. She won’t be back anytime soon.” Then my face hardened. Without waiting for his reply, I hung up and switched off my phone. But only moments later, pounding fists rattled my door. The lock had barely turned when a powerful force slammed it open, throwing me back. Before I could react, several bodyguards pinned me to the ground. And Paul stormed inside, footsteps heavy and furious, tearing through my home in search of Alexia.   My small two-bedroom apartment had been turned upside down by his men. Yet he still found nothing. “Didn’t you say Alexia was unclogging a sewer? Where is she?” His face flushed red as he stormed up to me, voice booming with rage. Seeing him like this, a wicked satisfaction curled in my chest. Revenge tasted sweet. I raised my brows, speaking slowly, almost lazily, “I only said she was unclogging a sewer. I never said it was in my house. Maybe she’s unclogging one at your driver’s place. Why don’t you check there?” Paul’s eyes went cold. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked hard. “Drop the sarcasm,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “I’ll ask you one last time—where are you hiding Alexia?” Alexia’s whereabouts had always been a secret. I was nothing but her scapegoat—how could I possibly know? Through gritted teeth, I answered, “She’s a grown woman with hands and feet of her own. Why would I know where she goes? I’m not her mother!” Not getting the answer he wanted, Paul’s eyes turned vicious. He released my hair only to strike me hard across the face, the blow leaving my head ringing. Rage flared through me—yet beneath it, an even greater anticipation stirred. ‘You’re angry already? You’ve seen nothing yet, Paul. The worst is still waiting for you,’ I muttered internally. He loomed over me, striking my face again and again with his palm, as he sneered, “You think keeping your mouth shut means I can’t deal with you?” He reached into my pocket, pulled out my phone, and powered it on. Holding it up to my face, he unlocked it with the facial scan, then scrolled straight into my contacts. When he spotted my emergency contact, a cruel smile spread across his lips. He dialed. “Hello? What’s wrong?” On the other end, my husband, Leopold, answered with his usual gentle voice. I opened my mouth, desperate to speak—but one of the bodyguards clamped a hand over it, suffocating my words. “You’re Hedy’s husband, right?” Paul’s voice was cold, dripping with disdain. “And who the hell are you?” Hearing an unfamiliar man, Leopold’s tone sharpened, his calm was instantly replaced by unease. Paul met my eyes, mocking me as he replied, “I’m Hedy’s ex. But don’t worry—I’m married now. I’ve got no interest in her anymore.” There was a short silence, then Leopold demanded, “Then why are you calling me with her phone?” “No real reason. I just thought you should hear the truth about your lovely wife.” Paul began his assault, every word a dagger meant to bury me alive. “Do you know how she got those burn scars? She tried to set herself on fire when I dumped her and wanted to die with me. If my wife hadn’t tried to save her, she’d already be ashes.” “When that failed, she threw herself at man after man, desperate for company.” “She’s lived off my wife for years—sold her wedding jewelry to buy gifts for boytoys, gambled away her money, maxed out my credit cards, made my wife pay her debts.” “She even got caught playing mistress and was beaten by the man’s real wife.” “Oh, and she was at the hospital recently, getting treatment for a dirty disease. If I were you, I’d go get tested.” “Tell me, doesn’t it shame you to be married to a filthy woman like her? Don’t you feel pathetic being cuckolded? If I were you, I’d be dead already.” Each word was venom, each sentence a blade, hacking at my dignity until nothing remained. On the other end of the line, Leopold fell into a long, chilling silence. My heart twisted. Since the day we married, our relationship had always been good…

  Leopold was always upright and kind, gentle and attentive to me. He never once despised the burn scars on my body. Instead, he told me I was an angel who had survived the flames, and that for the rest of my life, he would shield me from the wind and rain. With him, no matter how badly we argued, he never gave me the cold shoulder or lost his temper. He would always coax me patiently, again and again. But this time… after hearing Paul’s lies, he said nothing. Not a word. When Paul hung up the call, triumph lit his face. “Well? Still not going to tell me where Alexia is?” The guard finally released his hand from my mouth. I glared at Paul, fury burning in my chest. “You’ve broken into my home, restrained me, assaulted me, and spouted lies. Every one of those things is against the law.” I wanted nothing more than to tear this fool apart. At my defiance, his rage deepened. “Against the law?” He sneered. “Then let me show you what real breaking the law looks like!” He barked an order at his men. “Smash her place to the ground!” Obeying instantly, the bodyguards began to wreck everything in sight. In minutes, my once neat little apartment became a wasteland of broken furniture and shattered glass. Nothing was left intact. Grinding my teeth, I spat, “Paul, with such blatant lawlessness, aren’t you afraid of the law catching up with you?” He laughed coldly, full of scorn. “The law? The law punishes leeches like you. You’ve bled Alexia dry for years—don’t you know how much you’ve stolen from her? Everything in this place was bought with her money. I’m smashing my own things. What crime is that?” His words rang with righteous fury, as if he weren’t a criminal but a judge passing sentence on the guilty. I checked the time. Less than thirty minutes until Alexia’s miscarriage. The real show was about to begin. Forcing down my rage, I smiled faintly and drawled, “Why don’t you wait a little longer? Your dear wife will be contacting you very soon.” My calmness only made him more frantic. His eyes burned with rage. “Still stubborn? Fine! Today, I’ll utterly destroy your reputation!” “Take her out!” The guards dragged me to the gate of the apartment complex. The commotion quickly drew a crowd. Dozens of eyes turned on me, whispers swelling into a storm. Paul seized the opportunity, loudly broadcasting my so-called sins for everyone to hear. And the crowd believed every word. “This is disgusting. She’s already at this age and still leeching off her pregnant best friend? That’s basically murder!” “Exactly! Her friend is just too kind. If it were me, I’d have kicked her out ages ago.” “Classic fake friend—pretending to care while scheming behind the scenes. My wife had one just like her, and drove her into debt and depression. Even now, she’s still on antidepressants!” “She’s a vampire, that’s what she is. First her family, then her friends, then her husband. Whoever meets her is cursed!” “And she’s filthy too—already married but still chasing after male models, playing mistress. Sharing a community with a tramp like her was just bad luck!” Spittle and curses rained down, painting me as some vile, irredeemable villain. Paul looked down on me, his smirk full of provocation. “Well? Still want to keep that hard mouth of yours?” He thought he had me cornered. That I would crumble under the weight of shame. Instead, I laughed coldly, lifting my chin in defiance. “A dignified tycoon—and this is the best you can do?” “What’s a few neighbors cursing me out? Even if they spit until their throats dry, all I need to do is move somewhere else, and it’s over.” “If you really want me ruined, Paul, you should’ve called some internet influencers. Let them livestream it all. That way, maybe—just maybe—you could make me infamous across the entire country.”   Paul’s expression darkened. He gritted his teeth and said, “Fine. You want it big? I’ll make it big for you!” Without another word, he pulled out his phone and made another call. My heart surged with anticipation. Yes. Stir it up. The bigger, the better. Let the whole world witness the scandal of your perfect, wealthy family. With his influence, it didn’t take long before a swarm of online streamers rushed to the scene, all raising their phones, livestreaming with eager faces. “Everyone, we’ve just caught a huge piece of gossip! See this woman right here? Don’t be fooled by her innocent looks—she’s rotten to the core!” “She once tried to drag her best friend into a suicide pact after a breakup. Her friend risked her life to save her, and she lived. But instead of gratitude, she became jealous of her friend’s better life, and has done nothing but cause trouble since!” “For years, she’s been leeching off her friend. Whenever she had no money, she runs to her. Pregnant and heavily burdened, her friend still runs errands for her, cleans up her messes, even drags herself out in the middle of the night to fetch her when she’s drunk out of her mind.” “And what does she do in return? Nothing! She spends money like water, treats her friend’s generosity as her due, even pawns her friend’s wedding jewelry to buy gifts for boytoys! She maxed out her friend’s credit cards to pay off her massive gambling debts!” “Her private life is a disaster. Already married, yet constantly fooling around, seducing men, knowingly becoming the mistress. She’s been chased down and beaten by wives multiple times!” “I heard that she even contracted a filthy disease. She went to the hospital in secret, dragging her friend along to cover for her—who knows how many men she infected before that?” “Everyone, remember her face! If you’ve got guts, slap her if you ever see her. If not, just stay far away—don’t risk catching something from her!” The streamers piled lie upon lie, weaving tales out of thin air, exaggerating every word. Soon, every livestream platform was boiling with curses. “Holy shit, her friend and husband must be saints to put up with trash like her!” “This isn’t even a woman—it’s a walking tumor!” “Right? Keeping her alive is like letting a plague spread!” The scandal fermented at lightning speed. Within minutes, my photo was plastered across the internet, shooting straight onto the trending hot search. “Leeching Woman.” “Toxic Friend.” “Slut.” Ugly labels piled onto my name, one after another, until they became my new identity. As the streamers fanned the flames, the onlookers’ emotions exploded. One by one, they began hurling eggs and rotten vegetables at me. Some who had been eating nearby even smashed their beer bottles at my feet. Like a lamb before slaughter, I stood in the middle of the filth, drowning in insults, reeking of garbage. And then—through the chaos, a familiar figure emerged from the crowd. It was Leopold. At the sight of his face, my lonely heart finally found a refuge. To me, Leopold had always been my strongest support. No matter what grievances I faced outside, he would patiently comfort me, help me, shield me. He was not only my husband—he was my safe harbor, my home. At that moment, all my defenses fell. I wanted nothing more than to run into his arms, to collapse into the warmth I trusted most. So I did. But the moment I reached him, he shoved me away. The force caught me off guard. I stumbled back, losing balance, and crashed heavily to the ground.

  Shards of broken beer bottles dug deep into my palms and thighs. The sharp pain shot straight to my brain—yet compared to the agony in my heart, it was nothing. ‘Even Leopold… doesn’t believe me anymore?’ “Hedy,” he said, his face dark with fury, his eyes filled with disappointment, “I never thought you were this kind of person.” “For all these years of marriage, I treated you like a treasure. Whatever you wanted, I gave. I never lost my temper at you, never let you suffer even the smallest grievance.” “I learned massage and therapy just to care for you better. I kept you warm, clothed, tended to every need—terrified that you might be even a little unwell.” “And you? What did you do?” “You went behind my back, sucking your best friend’s blood, gambling, destroying your own reputation and dignity!” “The body I worked so hard to nurse back to health—you ruined it with your filthy, shameful acts!” “Hedy, you’re not just degrading yourself—you’re trampling on our marriage!” The man who had always been so gentle, for the first time, was completely unhinged. His voice was raw, each word like a blade, cutting me deeper than any wound on my body. Seeing him like this, my chest tightened painfully. Holding back tears, I forced myself up and tried to explain, “Leopold, I—” But before I could finish, his palm cracked harshly across my face. “Shut up! Don’t you dare say my name—you’re not worthy!” With that, he tore the wedding ring off his finger and flung it at me. “Let’s divorce.” The cold finality in his voice pierced my heart deeper than the slap. The man I had once thought was my shelter—just shattered my last piece of faith. I froze, feeling empty, like my soul had been ripped away. Paul seized the moment, sneering. “Hedy, now do you understand what it feels like to be disgraced and ruined?” “A greedy, scheming, dirty woman like you—did you really think you deserved anyone’s love? You didn’t even deserve Alexia’s kindness!” “Thank heavens I dumped you. Staying with a disgusting leech like you would’ve been the biggest shame of my life.” “The only useful thing you’ve ever done was bringing Alexia into my life. From now on, you can choke on the contempt of everyone around you. I’ll make sure Alexia cuts all ties with you. Without her, let’s see how you survive!” His words hit like stones, and the crowd erupted in agreement. The barrage of insults multiplied—comment feeds, streamers, onlookers—thousands of voices united in cursing me. The crushing weight of being condemned by all… it was suffocating. Even though I had braced myself, I still couldn’t hold back. I broke down. And then—Paul’s phone rang. The caller was Alexia. He answered instantly, only to be met with her sobbing voice, “Hubby… I… I lost the baby…” Paul’s eyes reddened in an instant. “What happened?!” Alexia stammered between tears, “It was Hedy… She insisted on going to a hotel with a bunch of male models. I tried to stop her, but she pushed me down… she’s the reason I miscarried!” Her words made the crowd gasp. As for me, standing at the very heart of the storm—I finally let out a long, shaky breath. It’s starting. The end has finally come.

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“This is Julian Thorne, and I want to confess my love to someone special.” Sleepless in the dead of night, I turned on the radio, only to hear the deep, resonant voice of my husband, Julian Thorne, who suffered from selective mutism. I’d been married to Julian for three years. For the first two years, we could still manage a few clumsy conversations, but in the last three months, even face-to-face, he couldn’t utter a single word. “It’s been three years since we last met, and I’m really looking forward to seeing you tomorrow.” The voice from the radio clearly wasn’t talking about me. “I love you, Willow.” Julian’s voice had never held so much emotion. The confession ended quickly. Then came the host’s envious praise. But I sat propped against the bed, stunned, unable to recover for a long time. Our families had arranged for Julian and me to meet, and I fell for him at first sight. Yet, Julian always wore an indifferent expression. Only when we first met did his mother explain. “Audrey, you must understand… Julian has selective mutism.” I called his mother. “Audrey, still up so late?” My nose burned, and a hint of a sob escaped my lips. Julian’s mother sounded flustered. “What’s wrong? Did Julian upset you?” “Did you know Willow Evans was back?” I froze. So, I was the only one who didn’t know. “I’m sorry, Audrey… I wasn’t honest with you three years ago. Julian’s selective mutism started when his ex-girlfriend, Willow Evans, left.” “I had no choice but to push him to find a new girlfriend…” “It sounds ridiculous, doesn’t it? The heir to the powerful Thorne empire, rendered speechless… But Audrey, don’t worry, no matter what, I’ll keep that boy in line.” I don’t remember how I hung up the phone, or how I spent that lonely night. I looked up a lot of information on the condition back then. One cause listed was: “Suffering a major external shock.” I didn’t understand. I tried to subtly ask Julian’s family, but got nowhere. Later, I tried everything: psychological counseling, electroshock therapy, food therapy, even some alternative chakra healing. I even took Julian to comedy shows. Unfortunately, while I was laughing my head off, he remained stiff, completely silent. It wasn’t until his proposal that he seemed to muster immense resolve and uttered two words. “Marry me.” As happy as I was then, that’s how miserable I felt now. Yes, I couldn’t cure Julian’s selective mutism because I wasn’t his cure. A bitter feeling welled up inside me, and fear slowly crept in. His cure was back, so what about me? My loosely clasped hands slowly tightened, a stubborn defiance rising within me. If Julian didn’t love me, there was no reason to remain trapped in this marriage. He wouldn’t divorce me, but what about *me*? If that was the case, I would file for divorce, completely freeing Julian and his… cure. After making up my mind, I carefully got myself ready. Three years ago, for Julian, I’d given up the chance to study medicine abroad. Maybe it wasn’t too late now. An hour later, I was out the door, planning to head to the nearby mall to buy some new clothes. “Ma’am, this is the last one left of the dress you tried on. Would you like to buy it?” I nodded, pulling out my card from my purse and handing it to the sales associate. “I’m so sorry, another lady wants to pay extra for this dress… Would you mind… giving it up?” I followed the sales associate’s gaze to a vibrant girl in high heels. She was happily chatting with a man. I stood up and took two steps forward, only to meet the man’s eyes. It was Julian! So that girl… must be Willow. Julian’s face instantly turned serious. He opened his mouth, but still couldn’t speak. He looked at me expressionless, then tapped his phone with his right index finger. I was all too familiar with that gesture; it meant he wanted to communicate via text. “What are you doing here?” “Are you following me?” “Go home.” Three messages popped up consecutively, crushing my last shred of hope. Willow, beside him, hugged Julian’s arm and asked with a smile, “Julian, who is this? A friend?” Then she gently swayed, starting to flirt. “Can she let me have this dress? I really want it.” Julian gave a soft, gentle smile and patted his phone reassuringly. He didn’t even ask me, just took out his card and handed it to the sales associate, signaling to pay. “Just a friend.” Those words felt like a block of ice, raising goosebumps all over me. I could barely stand. So… so my three years had only earned me a single word from Julian: a… friend. The lights in the mall crackled ominously. I subconsciously looked up, and the overhead light fixture suddenly came loose. There was a deafening crash, followed by a sharp pain in my back. In that single instant, I felt a dampness beneath me. I trembled as I touched it, and my hand came away covered in blood. The entire store erupted into chaos. Screams and phone calls buzzed in my ears. But when I looked up, all I saw was Julian scooping Willow into his arms, anxiously looking around. “Call an ambulance! An ambulance!” I had never seen Julian so panicked.

“Excuse me, sir, but could you please let this lady get into the ambulance first? The next one will be here shortly, and her injuries are more critical.” The paramedics carefully moved me, semi-conscious, onto a stretcher, but an enraged Julian blocked them. “Save her!” Then I felt a shove, and I fell heavily to the floor from the stretcher. The pain jolted me fully awake. I watched, helpless, as Julian gently placed Willow onto the stretcher. “Sir, she only has a sprained wrist, it’s not serious!” “You’re needlessly hogging medical resources!” “Willow’s hands are important! She’s a doctor!” I was astonished. This was the longest sentence Julian had spoken in almost two years, yet not a single word was about me. Julian finished speaking and immediately pushed the paramedics into the ambulance. I leaned against a nearby display rack, gasping for air. But every breath seemed to pull at the wound on my back, making the pain even worse. I didn’t know if the wound hurt more, or my heart. Hadn’t I given up becoming a doctor for Julian? How could someone else’s hands be more important than mine? What was I to him, then? A mechanical smile twitched at my lips. I was just a friend. I fainted from the pain. When I woke up in the hospital, the first thing I did was send Julian a message. “Let’s get a divorce.” Just as I sent it, Julian walked in, pushing the door open. He was carrying two gift boxes from the same brand I’d seen earlier today. He placed the gift boxes on a nearby cabinet and sat directly on the chair by my bed. Julian took out his phone, probably saw my message, but his face remained unruffled. The hospital room filled with suffocating silence, but my phone chimed. It was Julian’s messages. “You like this brand. I picked out two dresses that suit you.” “When you’re discharged, I’ll have their entire collection brought to the house. You can buy the whole store if you want.” “Willow is a doctor. Her hands are very important to a doctor, that’s why… I was so nervous. Please don’t be angry.” I lowered my head, staring at the phone in front of me. Message after message came in, and in an instant, tears blurred my vision again. I finally couldn’t help but ask, “You can talk to her, so why can’t you talk to me? When we’re face-to-face, you still send messages?” “Are you doing this on purpose?! Is this emotional abuse?!” I looked up, tears streaming down my face, my voice choked. Julian’s expression remained as calm as still water. After an unknown period of silence, he lowered his head and typed again. “I’m sorry, I have selective mutism.” Then he pulled a document from his pocket and handed it to me, signaling me to sign it. I looked at it. It was the property transfer deed for the house we lived in. “This is compensation.” A sudden ringtone broke the silence. Julian’s face tightened. He quickly picked up the phone. His phone had excellent soundproofing; I couldn’t hear who was on the other end. But the next second, Julian replied, “I’ll be right there.” It was Willow’s call. My heart already knew the answer. I didn’t hesitate anymore. I took out my phone and searched for the online court app. I filled out the complaint form, both our personal details, and the marriage certificate. For the separation agreement, I uploaded the property transfer deed and opted not to accept mediation. As I pressed the “submit for judgment” button, I felt a long sigh escape my chest. Countdown: thirty days. “Property transfer center, 3 PM. Transferring the house.” A week after being admitted to the hospital, I received Julian’s message. That week, Julian hadn’t sent any messages or called, nor had he visited. I was gradually getting used to life alone. I arrived at 3:30 PM, but Julian, uncharacteristically, was already waiting in the lobby. He hated tardiness, but there wasn’t a hint of impatience on his face. As soon as I arrived, a VIP counter attendant came to greet me. Julian had even thoughtfully prepared a bouquet of flowers, and next to it was a small velvet box, likely containing jewelry. The attendant stepped forward to pull out a chair, but Julian stopped him, indicating he would do it himself. This surprised me. I pondered for a moment before speaking. “Actually… you don’t have to do all this.” Julian even had a faint smile on his face, shaking his head gently. He seemed to put in a great effort before managing two words. “It’s fine.” Rare gentleness and communication. The procedures were quick. “Go home first, I still have to work late.” A strange feeling built within me, reaching a peak. I stepped out and had just hailed a cab when I realized I’d forgotten my handbag. I had to go back for it. I saw Julian still standing in the lobby, holding an even larger bouquet of roses than before. Willow came in through the main entrance, and he immediately went to meet her. They embraced. Julian affectionately patted her head. “Mr. Thorne, please come this way for your new property purchase.” “You mentioned wanting to buy an estate, right? After transferring this apartment, you now meet the purchase limit criteria and can buy another one.” “Mrs. Thorne, watch your step.” Willow leaned her head against Julian’s shoulder, both walking happily into an inner room. It was the height of summer, yet I’d never felt so cold. So cold that I couldn’t stand, so cold that cold sweat beaded on my back and forehead. So, I was the one who had been cast aside.

“Ms. Sinclair, your husband, Mr. Julian Thorne, has not responded to the relevant requests in this lawsuit. We connected with him on the phone, but there was no response, so it will be treated as tacit agreement to the divorce petition.” “Therefore, your lawsuit has been processed by this court. You have thirty days from the date of your application to withdraw it. If you do not withdraw, the marriage relationship between you two will be terminated.” The court operator’s voice was completely flat. Perhaps this was just one of countless simple lawsuits they handled every day. I took a deep breath, and even with trembling hands, I replied, “Understood.” I took a cab home and quietly surveyed everything. Then I started packing Julian’s things. I wasn’t planning to move out; I intended to clear out everything related to him. “Mrs. Thorne, you have a card.” A knock on the door. It was the delivery person’s voice. He only handed me an envelope. “I’m not Mrs. Thorne anymore.” I took the card and suddenly spoke. The delivery person paused, then smiled awkwardly. I opened the envelope. Inside was a handwritten card. The handwriting was Julian’s. I opened it, and Julian’s voice came out. “I miss you, I like you, I love you…” Before I could react, a hand snatched the card from my grasp. I stumbled, almost falling, and looked up to see a dark-faced Julian. “Don’t mess with my things.” My phone screen lit up. It was his message. Before I could reply, Julian had already turned and gone downstairs. “Julian Thorne! You’re going too far!” I was furious, and I ran downstairs after Julian, stomping my feet. “I didn’t go through your things! How dare you disrespect me!” “I don’t care what your relationship with your so-called Willow is, but you have no right to insult or humiliate me!” A piercing screech filled the air—the sound of tires skidding from an emergency brake. I felt a sudden, sharp pain in my side. Before I could even see clearly, a car slammed into me, sending me flying. With a loud thud, I hit the ground hard. I struggled to get up, but then a face with elaborate makeup and sunglasses zoomed into view. Her red high heels rolled over my right palm. “Ah—!” A strangled scream tore from my throat. Before my vision blurred completely, I saw Julian running from behind, looking frantic. His expression was utterly different from his usual cold, aloof demeanor. He nervously took Willow’s hand, examining it carefully, then let out a huge sigh of relief. Until I lost consciousness, he hadn’t even given me a second glance. “Ms. Sinclair, your SVIP privileges at Thorne Hospital have been revoked. I’m afraid we’ll have to move you to a private room.” “My apologies, just confirmed, there are no private rooms available either. You may have to wait for surgery in the hallway.” “Also, your right hand… the injury to your palm is very severe… you need immediate surgery, otherwise… you might not be able to perform delicate movements in the future.” Even in my dazed state, those words jolted me awake. “Ju… Julian… where is he…?” “Get… my phone…” I urgently tried to get up to find my phone and contact Julian. “The number you have dialed is currently switched off.” A whimpering cry escaped my throat. I slammed the phone down with a loud bang, and a sharp, throbbing pain in my right hand gnawed at my nerves. “Ms. Sinclair, we found Mr. Thorne. He’s… with Dr. Willow Evans in the psychological counseling room. He said Dr. Evans was startled, and Mr. Thorne instructed that no one should disturb them…” I covered my eyes with my left hand, blood and tears mixing and soaking my sleeve. “I hate you… I hate you…” “I hate you so much! Julian Thorne!”

I survived the night in the hallway, clinging to a pain pump, before finally getting scheduled for surgery. I felt pain in both my body and soul, so much so that I was almost numb. “I’m sorry, Ms. Sinclair, due to the comminuted fracture in your right hand and the delay in surgery, some muscle tissue has necrotized. You may not be able to lift heavy objects in the future.” The doctor gave a wry smile. “I know you’re also a medical professional, so… you probably won’t be able to hold a scalpel again.” “Would you like to speak with Mr. Thorne? The Thorne family has always been a giant in the medical field. If you seek treatment abroad, there might still be a chance.” I shook my head, looking at my bandaged right hand, which I couldn’t even bend now. “Can you please buy me a new phone? I want to call the police.” Before I could finish, the door burst open. It was Julian. His originally grim, tense expression softened with a hint of surprise when he saw me, covered in bandages and hooked up to an IV. He opened his mouth but still couldn’t speak. So, he grabbed a paper and pen from nearby. “I didn’t know you were so seriously injured last night. I’ll contact international specialists for your right hand.” I snorted, finding it somewhat amusing. “No need. I’ll heal my own hand.” Julian frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with my reaction. I wanted to ask about the divorce, but then thought it wasn’t necessary. Julian pulled out his checkbook from his inner jacket pocket, wrote down a figure, and placed it on the table. “This is compensation for you. I hope you don’t blame Willow.” When I saw Willow’s name, I started to tremble uncontrollably. “Get out! I don’t want to see you again, Julian Thorne!” “What Willow? I will definitely call the police. I don’t lack money!” I picked up the check from the table, tore it in half, and angrily slapped it onto Julian’s chest. Julian froze, as if he’d never seen me lose my temper like that. “I won’t let you hurt Willow.” Those words pierced my heart like a thorn, impossible to extract. Julian left, leaving me trembling from head to toe. “Ten more days… Ten days, and we’ll have nothing to do with each other.” “Ms. Sinclair, these are flowers Mr. Thorne sent for you.” Julian had sent flowers for three consecutive days. I didn’t look at them, just mumbled a dry acknowledgment. I leaned on a crutch, quickly packed my things, and prepared to leave the hospital. As I pushed open the door, I realized that the entire hospital hallway was enveloped in a sea of flowers. They were identical to the red roses Julian had been sending these past few days. My heart skipped a beat. How did Julian know I planned to be discharged today? But the next moment, the words of other patients in the hallway shattered my illusion. “Mr. Thorne from Thorne Corp is so sweet. To make Dr. Evans feel comfortable, he sent flowers to all the patient rooms and redecorated her entire floor.” “It must cost tens of thousands every day. Rich people’s romance is truly something else.” “Shh! Lower your voice, Mr. Thorne’s wife is also hospitalized here.” I steadied myself, my face pale, leaning against the wall, then let out a self-deprecating laugh. A chorus of “oohs” and “aahs” broke out. I instinctively leaned over to look down. That’s when I saw that the ground floor lobby had also been redecorated with vibrant red roses. Julian and Willow Evans stood in the center. “Willow, will you stay with me forever?” Julian knelt on one knee, saying those age-old lines. Willow blushed shyly, accepting the ring box he offered. Everyone around them applauded and congratulated them. Julian kissed Willow’s lips. I instinctively touched my own lips. How long had it been since he’d touched mine? In just over a thousand days, I couldn’t even count anymore? Next to me, Julian didn’t just seem to have selective mutism; he also had an extreme fear of germs. At this moment, I felt as if the world was a massive, absurd play. My ex-husband, who suffered from selective mutism, was publicly proposing to his ex-girlfriend. Turns out, not being loved was the real sin.

I lingered outside for a while, bought a new phone, reported the incident, and gave a statement to the police. I finalized my master’s application plan for the fall semester with a study abroad agency and bought a ticket for a flight to the States in ten days. I planned to undergo treatment while continuing my studies. It was seven in the evening when I got home. Looking at the half-packed house, covered in a thick layer of dust, I knew Julian hadn’t returned. After eating something, I continued clearing out my belongings. The door clicked open. It was Julian. Julian watched my actions, his face returning to its cold expression. He seemed to sense something was different about me today, but couldn’t pinpoint what. He didn’t pause, walking directly into the bedroom, where I heard a rummaging sound. Then he rushed out, scattering his neatly packed clothes and various items I’d organized. “What are you doing?!” I stepped forward, but his hand blocked me, and I fell to the floor. “Where’s the voice recorder?!” It was Julian’s voice. How long had it been since he spoke to me? “What voice recorder? I didn’t take anything.” I said, watching the bandage on my right hand slowly soak with blood again. Another rummaging sound. I looked up. I’d never seen Julian so disheveled. He was frantically sweating, his tie askew, and his coat stained with dust. “Where’s the voice recorder!” Julian stopped, looking down at me. “I told you I didn’t see it!” I had never been so assertive. I used my left hand to push myself up, wobbling, and stood eye-to-eye with Julian. Julian seemed a bit flustered, and anger began to boil. He clenched and unclenched his fist, then slammed it into the nearby glass sliding door. The glass shattered to the floor. “My voice recorder, where is it.” Julian took a few steps closer, still relentlessly questioning. Blood dripped from his right hand. I’d never seen Julian so manic. I mustered my courage and shoved him away, intending to limp out the door. “This is Julian Thorne, I’m eighteen, and I want to confess my feelings to Willow Evans.” “Willow, today is our two-year anniversary. I hope we’ll stay together forever.” “Willow, we’ve been together for three years. My wish this year is still to be with you always.” “Willow… why did you leave?” “Willow, I’m getting married.” Julian crashed into a pile of clutter. A worn voice recorder rolled out from somewhere. A red light flashed repeatedly, and it began to play its contents. It was Julian’s love letters to Willow, starting from his youth. “Goodbye, Willow, I hope to see you again.” “Goodbye.” “Goodbye.” The recorder seemed broken from the impact, repeating “Goodbye” over and over. Julian quickly got up and picked it up, frantically pressing the power button, but it was no use. My departing footsteps halted. I slowly turned around, leaning against the shoe cabinet by the entrance. Tears streamed down my face. “Julian Thorne.” “Why did you marry me if you didn’t love me?” Julian’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He seemed to want to say something but didn’t. “Let me explain, Audrey.” A message flashed on his phone. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to calm down. I brutally stifled the bitterness rising in my heart. “Leave. Take all your things and get out of my house.” Julian’s lips were pressed tightly together. He just clutched the voice recorder, still repeating that single phrase, and walked past me out the door. “I’m sorry.”

I didn’t see Julian for the next few days. But before I left, I had to go to the hospital one last time for a dressing change. The hospital corridor now proudly displayed Willow Evans’s profile, updated and hung among the other specialists on the ground floor. I glanced at it a few times and was shocked by her published paper. It was my university graduation thesis! I repeatedly checked the name and date; they were both around the same time as mine. “Ms. Sinclair, hello.” A female voice pulled me back to reality. I turned and saw Willow Evans. “Care for a chat?” She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head toward a nearby waiting area. I looked at Willow Evans, and indeed, everything about her was perfect. Her white lab coat was impeccably ironed, and every strand of her wavy hair seemed meticulously styled. Willow smiled and spoke. “That day the court called, Julian didn’t answer. I did.” She blinked, feigning a touch of grievance. “I didn’t know that not speaking meant agreeing to a divorce. Ms. Sinclair, you won’t blame me, will you?” I was silent for a few breaths, then shook my head. “No. I wanted the divorce. Not being entangled is better for me.” Willow didn’t seem to care about my answer, immediately chiming in. “And also, the car accident that day was truly an accident. I apologized to Julian, and Julian promised me everything would be fine. I suppose… Ms. Sinclair won’t hold it against me, right?” I stared at her, saying nothing. Deep down, I knew many things couldn’t be resolved by me alone, and Julian defending Willow was what I expected. “You saw it, didn’t you? That paper.” Willow continued, her tone sinking slightly. “Yes, it’s just as you think. Julian… knew I was doing research and voluntarily gave it to me.” “Thank you for taking care of Julian these past three years. I was doing research abroad and couldn’t be with him constantly. Later, I found out that my sudden departure… caused him to develop selective mutism.” Willow rubbed her forehead, feigning distress, but then immediately broke into a smile. “But he’s improved so much in the short time I’ve been back!” I lowered my gaze, unconsciously stirring the coffee the nurse had brought me. “Are you here to boast about how much Julian loves you?” I put the spoon down and drank the bitter black coffee in one gulp. “There’s no need. I don’t care about Julian’s past, present, or future. I don’t like a mute man.” “I hope you make good use of the man I left behind.” I ignored her, stood up, and walked directly to the payment counter. “Ms. Sinclair!” Willow seemed displeased with my reaction. She stood up and tried to grab my right hand. Her grip was painfully tight. I forcefully shook her off. “Bang!” Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a familiar tall figure: it was Julian! He helped Willow, who had just bumped into the railing, back up. “Julian, it’s fine, it’s fine. I’m not that… delicate. I just lost my footing.” My steps faltered, then I decided to ignore them and walked quickly forward. But Julian slapped me. The resounding crack echoed in the hospital corridor, drawing the attention of nearby patients and staff. Julian seemed a bit surprised himself. “You…” He looked at his palm, but his expression quickly returned to cold indifference. “A-pologize!” I clutched my stinging right cheek, unable to stop a bitter laugh. Every time Julian truly spoke to me, it was always about Willow. What was it about Willow that I lacked? But it didn’t matter anymore. “Julian! How could you hit Ms. Sinclair!” “It’s okay, Julian. Ms. Sinclair doesn’t need to apologize.” Julian still wanted to insist, but Willow skillfully draped herself over his arm and spoke softly. Julian, that block of ice, began to melt again. I once believed that if I was just considerate enough, Julian would eventually accept me. If I just scoured every text, Julian’s selective mutism would eventually be cured. I had fantasized a lot. But the Julian in reality had never belonged to me.

My flight to the States was at 4 PM. I received the court’s divorce decree at noon. From this moment on, I was completely free. “Meet me at the cafe downstairs from the company at 1 PM.” It was a message from Julian. I thought about it and decided to go. I arrived at the cafe early, with my luggage and the divorce decree in hand. I waited from 1 PM until 1:30 PM, then from 1:30 PM until 2 PM. Julian, who had specifically asked to meet, had stood me up. I sent Julian several messages, all of which went unanswered. Finally, I received a brief two-word reply. “Busy.” “Hello, is this Ms. Sinclair?” “I’m Mr. Thorne’s assistant. Mr. Thorne asked me to tell you that he suddenly had something urgent come up and couldn’t make it to meet you.” I didn’t respond. This was within my expectations. “Mr. Thorne… also asked me to tell you that he found a specialist in the UK for your hand bone and muscle repair, and arrangements will be made for your treatment.” “Also, he transferred another twenty million to your account for living and treatment expenses during this period.” I held the phone with one hand and my luggage with the other, standing up. The “no need” on my lips remained unspoken. Looking up, I saw Julian and Willow Evans sitting at an outdoor cafe across the street, chatting and laughing. Willow smiled shyly, and Julian dotingly brushed stray hairs from her face. The sun was beautiful today, casting a golden glow on both of them. Julian seemed to have never been so happy in the past three years. I quickly stopped myself from letting my thoughts wander. “Ms. Sinclair, are you listening?” His assistant on the other end of the line was still speaking. I resolutely pressed the red “end call” button, paid the bill, and quickly walked out the door. I walked directly over to Julian and Willow, slamming the divorce decree—which I’d clutched in my hand the entire walk—onto their table. Juice and coffee splashed instantly, staining Willow’s dress. My right hand was grabbed by Julian again. He didn’t even glance at the document. After a few seconds of pause, Julian seemed to realize that arguing with stubborn me was pointless. He immediately walked to the other side of the table and carefully wiped her dress with a tissue. “Are you okay, Willow?” I stood quietly for a moment, then hailed a cab to the airport. “Passengers traveling to the States, please check in at Gate T1.” “Audrey Sinclair, I think you should apologize to Willow.” A message came in from Julian. Without a moment’s hesitation, I blocked and deleted his contact. I handed my ID, passport, and visa documents to the security officer. The officer eyed me suspiciously. “Just got divorced today?” I checked my luggage, then looked up and smiled. “Yes, that’s right. Divorced.” The air conditioning on the plane was quite strong. I asked the flight attendant for a complimentary cashmere blanket and wrapped myself tightly. I drifted off to sleep, not even hearing the announcement for takeoff. Only one thought remained in my mind. “Julian Thorne, goodbye.”

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My Ex-Lover Wants Me Back? In Your Dreams! When I left Damian, everyone thought it was a tragedy. After all, I was the one who had been with him the longest, the one most likely to marry him. I’d even given him a son and a daughter. When I brought up breaking up, Damian was leaning back on the sofa, dangling a toy, amusing the kids. “If you leave, you’ll never see these little ones again. Think carefully.” I nodded. “I’m getting married. He doesn’t mind my age, he doesn’t mind that I’m not beautiful, and he doesn’t mind my past with you… I want to marry him.” Damian’s hand, shaking the rattle, paused. After a long moment, he gave a careless laugh. “Fine, suit yourself.” He was so utterly indifferent. So much so that later, when he’d ruined my husband’s company, forced me to divorce, and begged me to pity him, holding our children close— I genuinely thought it wasn’t him. I was practically raised in the Thorne family, groomed to be Damian’s wife. I was quite beautiful as a child. But as I grew up, I became… ordinary. Among Damian’s succession of gorgeous girlfriends, I was dull and plain. Damian didn’t like me. But I had been by his side for many years. So, he allowed me to have his children. A son and a daughter, raised by his parents, the most doted-on grandchildren in the Thorne family. Everyone said I was the woman most likely to marry Damian. Until I voluntarily decided to leave.

It was a late autumn evening. The mansion was warm and cozy. Damian leaned back on the sofa, shaking a toy to amuse the toddlers in their playpen. I placed a fruit plate in front of him. And told him I wanted to leave. “If you leave, you’ll never see these little ones again. Think carefully.” “I have thought it over.” I fidgeted with my hands as I spoke. “I’m getting married. He doesn’t mind my age, he doesn’t mind that I’m not beautiful, and he doesn’t mind my past with you… I want to marry him.” Damian’s hand, shaking the toy, froze. After a long moment, he smiled calmly. “Alright, if you’ve made up your mind, then suit yourself.” He was so utterly indifferent. I silently exhaled, a wave of relief washing over me. Powerful men always have this twisted possessiveness. Once they’ve branded a woman as theirs, they won’t let her go, even if they don’t love her. Fortunately, Damian wasn’t like that. I wiped my hands on my apron. Damian was back to teasing the two children with a toy. His voice was light, mocking. “Mommy doesn’t want you anymore, does she~” The two children burst into earth-shattering wails. My body stiffened. I fled as if my life depended on it.

When the news got out, many people came to persuade me. Eleanor Thorne, Damian’s mother, flew all the way back from Europe, gently pleading with me not to do this. “You have two children, and years of shared history with him. Who could ever compare to you? “Those women he’s with now? They’re just pretty faces, nothing more. They don’t have even a fraction of the history you share with him. “The position of Mrs. Thorne is yours, Seraphina. You’ve waited a decade, why abandon it now?” I hung my head, saying nothing. I’d heard these words far too many times. From when I first became an adult, to giving birth to two children, to their first birthdays. Damian’s girlfriends came and went, a revolving door. Yet I, the “already destined” Mrs. Thorne, was still waiting for a wedding that had no end in sight. “I’m sorry, Eleanor, but I don’t want to wait anymore.” I looked up, softly cutting her off. I pulled a deep red invitation card from my bag. “I’m getting married next month, Eleanor. I hope you can attend. “As my mother.” Eleanor’s lips trembled. But she sighed and took it. She had brought me from the orphanage into the Thorne family, raising me as her own daughter. I had always thought of her as my mother. “Alright, I’ll go. But please, think about it again. “Damian cares about you, he’s just… like that. His words aren’t always true.” Eleanor spoke endless good words about Damian, until her throat was dry. Just as she reached for her teacup, the invitation in her hand was snatched away by Damian.

He’d just gotten back, looking exhausted, still in his overcoat, a chill clinging to his face. He flipped through it with a pleasant smile. Seeing the cheap-looking invitation card, rough around the edges, he gave a low, dismissive chuckle. “Has your taste truly fallen this low? “Even if you don’t stay with me, you don’t need to debase yourself like this, just picking up some random guy.” “He’s not random.” I clutched at the hem of my dress, my voice soft. “He’s a friend from the orphanage. He’s very smart and he’s good to me. He’s just not well-off right now… I believe he’ll only get better.” He gave a careless laugh. With a sharp rip, he tore the invitation card in two. “Damian!” Eleanor cried out, a mix of shock and anger. “What are you doing!” He ignored Eleanor’s outburst, simply looking at me with an indifferent gaze. “If you’re going, then go completely. Don’t take anything with you. “The jewelry and clothes the Thorne family provided you, the house my mother gave you last year, the shares – everything must be left behind. “If you want to suffer with another man, you won’t leave with anything that reminds anyone of the Thornes. Understand?” This was all to be expected. I nodded. “I know.” “If I’m not mistaken, the clothes you’re wearing right now, I bought those too.” Damian slowly pointed towards the door. “Strip everything off and get out.”

My face instantly went pale. Eleanor rose, as if to argue, but flinched under Damian’s icy glare. A housekeeper politely, yet forcefully, escorted her away. Her lips trembled as she turned to me, her eyes filled with guilt. She and Damian weren’t close. In fact, Damian wasn’t close to any of his elders. Damian was already fully in charge, and she couldn’t stand up to him. She could only repeat, over and over: “Don’t go too far. Talk things through.” Damian gave a faint laugh. He leaned back on the sofa, legs spread, and asked me with a sneer: “Why aren’t you stripping? “Weren’t you so determined to leave? What are you hesitating about? “Can’t let go of the Thorne family’s wealth and prestige, or… can’t let go of me? “If you can’t, just say so. No one’s forcing you out—” Damian’s words abruptly stopped. Because I had, trembling, stood up, tears welling in my eyes, and began unbuttoning my top. Garments fell one by one, piling around my bare feet. His expression grew even darker. His gaze swept over my body for a moment, then he let out a scoff. “You’ve got some nerve!” He was genuinely furious. He slammed the teaware off the table. Taking huge strides, he grabbed the blanket from the sofa and roughly wrapped me in it. Pointing towards the door, he roared at me: “Get out!”

Snow was falling outside the mansion. The cold wind howled. I sat on the steps, my body naked beneath the blanket, shivering so hard my teeth chattered. I was waiting for my fiancé to pick me up. The lights were on in Damian’s room on the second floor. Through the thin curtains, his tall figure was faintly visible. He stood there, watching me, unmoving, looking down. His fingers seemed to be twirling a wisp of smoke. I was numb with cold, my blood feeling like ice in my veins. I curled up, eyes closed, refusing to show any weakness. Damian was waiting for me to beg, I knew it. His indifference that day was just a facade. He’d realized, belatedly, that I was truly leaving, and now felt the humiliation of his possession being claimed. He was mercifully giving me a chance to regret. If only I would turn back now. A low rumble—the sound of tires on asphalt. A black van pulled up to the mansion gates. Its paint was peeling, and one taillight was broken. It was completely out of place against the backdrop of the luxurious, elegant mansion. A man rushed out of the driver’s seat, his face anxious. The moment he saw me, his eyes reddened, pure anguish on his face, as if he might burst into tears. “Seraphina!” He rushed forward and embraced me, his hot tears soaking into my chest. “I’m here. Don’t be afraid. I’m here to pick you up. “Let’s go home.”

Liam Miller was a friend from my orphanage days. I had actually forgotten him. Until recently, when he found me and declared I was the love of his life. He swore he would do anything for me. I slowly chewed on those two words in my mind, then suddenly smiled. “Then… will you marry me?” His grip on my arm stiffened. He froze for a moment. Then, his face broke into a joyous, astonished smile. “Really? I can marry you? There’s such a wonderful thing in the world!” I stared at him, my expression blank. Having been with Damian all these years, I’d witnessed the shifting loyalties of people’s hearts. But at this moment, in his clear, bright eyes, I couldn’t find an ounce of falsehood or pretense. They seemed full, overflowing, with genuine sincerity. But—sincerity? Did I deserve such a thing? A woman Damian had used and tossed aside. A woman who’d debased herself, bearing children for a man who refused to acknowledge her—practically a concubine— I almost laughed out loud. “Are you sure you want to marry me?” He nodded. “Then go die.” I spoke the words, filled with malice. I expected him to get angry and leave. But to my surprise, his eyes widened, round and full of disbelief. “Do I… do I really have to die to marry you? “Then you’d be a widow, wouldn’t you? “Can’t we avoid that? I’m perfectly healthy. Or I could just change your lightbulb for you!” I was speechless. Later, I learned that Liam had been adopted by wonderful foster parents. They were a loving couple, their family harmonious. He grew up bathed in love, living a life completely opposite to mine. That’s how he developed his slightly naive, somewhat innocent personality. He was serious about wanting to marry me. From the moment I agreed, he had been planning our wedding for a long time.

Liam picked me up, intending to leave. He’d barely taken two steps when we were surrounded by bodyguards. The Thorne family’s bodyguards were all ex-military, in black suits, all muscle, their faces stern and intimidating. Mr. Finch, the butler, bowed respectfully. “Miss Seraphina, the young master has instructed that if you wish to leave, you must repay the Thorne family for the expenses of your upbringing over the years. “A total of one hundred and thirty million.” I poked my head out from under the blanket. My body was so numb with cold, I could barely feel anything. Even facing an absolutely astronomical sum like that, my heart couldn’t stir a single ripple of emotion within me. I looked back up at the second floor. Damian’s tall figure stood heavily by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down. His silhouette was blurred, but I could still feel his suffocatingly oppressive presence. “Truly ruthless.” I murmured to myself. Mr. Finch looked pained. “Miss Seraphina, if you just be a little yielding with the master, everything will be fine. You’re different to him, after all.” “What’s different? He’s still just as ruthless as ever.” I gave a low laugh. I nestled my head further into Liam’s embrace, then extended my bare arm and wrapped it around his neck. “Liam, what should we do? So much money. It’s terrifying.” He tightened his arms around me, gently patting my back to comfort me. “Don’t worry, I’m here!” He was actually a bit nervous. The Miller family was just moderately well-off; a sum that large was something he couldn’t even imagine. But he didn’t abandon me. Instead, he held me closer, then, gathering his courage, looked up at Mr. Finch. “We’ll certainly pay back what we owe, but it can’t just be whatever amount you say. You need to provide proof!” Mr. Finch’s smile remained unchanged. “Of course, the proof will be provided shortly. “To prevent Miss Seraphina from getting cold, perhaps you both would like to rest inside the mansion for a while.” He politely gestured them in. Liam was a good kid, fresh out of college, and when someone was kind to him, he instinctively wanted to comply. “Don’t go in.” I patted Liam’s hand, stopping him from walking towards the mansion. I looked up, addressing the shadowy figure behind the floor-to-ceiling window, and smiled. “Mr. Finch, please tell Damian that if he doesn’t let me leave today, I’ll end it all right here. “I say it, I mean it.”

Mr. Finch was gone for a long time. So long that I grew drowsy. Liam had held me the entire time. He seemed a little tired, lowering his head to touch my nose with his forehead, then straightened up, blushing. “Seraphina, you smell so good…” Clapping sounds echoed. The crisp sound of leather shoes on the hall floor. I looked up. Damian, impeccably dressed, leaned against the doorframe, lazily watching us, and let out a scoff. “You chose such a penniless nobody just to get yourself married?” I closed my eyes, not looking at him. “Master, please, just let it go. You have no shortage of women. Please…” “I’d like to let it go, but the Thorne family has traditions, Seraphina. Those who defy certain oaths… pay a price. Thirty lashes. Do you remember?” He watched me with a smirk. “Family traditions are absolute. I can’t go against them. As soon as you endure thirty lashes, I’ll no longer stand in your way.” I froze for a moment, utterly bewildered. The Thorne family upheld their vows strictly, and I knew about their traditions concerning oaths. But Damian was the current head of the family! Everyone in the Thorne family relied on him; if he didn’t bring it up, who would dare raise an objection? He was deliberately making things difficult for me! After the words “thirty lashes” fell, the room plunged into a deathly silence. Mr. Finch looked at me, then at Damian, disapprovingly, finally sighing helplessly. “Miss Seraphina, just try to be a little yielding with the master. He was actually already making arrangements for your wedding to him—” “Silence!” Damian cut him off coldly. His narrow, predatory eyes fixated on me. Seeing that I had no intention of begging, he turned to Mr. Finch. “Prepare everything.”

I wore clothes borrowed from a maid, kneeling on the cold marble floor, my knees throbbing with pain. When family traditions were upheld, every member of the Thorne family was expected to witness the proceedings. There were people I knew, people I didn’t, and many enemies who had always resented me, now eagerly gathered to witness my downfall. “I knew it. Damian never cared for that woman, no matter that she bore him two children. A self-degrading harlot!” “She’s a pitiable soul, too. Ah, a mother subjected to family law means those two children are out of the running for inheritance.” “Thirty lashes! Will that woman even survive?” The surrounding voices were fragmented and annoying. Naked, undisguised malice fell squarely on my shoulders, on my back. I remembered a time, long ago, watching a similar proceeding in the Thorne family, clutching Damian’s sleeve, terrified. I asked if one day I, too, would kneel there and be beaten. He smiled, stroking my head. “Silly girl, you belong to me. Who would dare touch you? “I’ll protect you. Don’t be afraid.” And now, the man who promised to protect me was wiping dust from a dust-covered leather whip with a handkerchief. He was going to carry out the punishment himself. I trembled and closed my eyes. The crisp sound of leather shoes on the ground. The whip tapped my shoulder. Damian didn’t look at me. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the grand portrait of his stern-faced grandfather above the fireplace, his voice melodious. “You can still regret it now, it’s not too late.” I smiled faintly. “Master, I have no way back.” “What do you mean, no way?” He bent down, closer to me, wiping a tear from my eye, and whispered: “With me, you could practically bring down the sky, and no one would dare question you. “Come back. I’ll marry you. You’ll be Mrs. Thorne. Everyone who’s cursing and mocking you now will cower at your feet, desperate to please you. “Think it over carefully, don’t be stubborn, Seraphina.” Damian, with his immense pride, always used to being worshipped, was practically showing weakness by saying such things to me. His dark eyes watched me unblinking. A clear meaning shone in them: He was waiting for me to turn back. If I did, a grand future, a life of luxury, awaited. But I looked up, meeting his eyes, my fingertips trembling with an odd, almost exhilarating thrill. I heard myself say: “No, Master. “I’ve fallen in love with him. I won’t marry anyone else.” The dull sound of the whip lashing my back. Damian struck five times. An unprecedented chill and ruthlessness permeated him, and Mr. Finch didn’t even know how to intervene. I knelt on the ground in a sorry state, my back streaming with blood. Crimson drops dripped one by one, and tears, from the pain, uncontrollably welled up. Damian’s voice was cold. “I’ll give you one last chance. Do you want to come back?” I shook my head. Damian scoffed coldly. “Stubborn.” He raised his hand again, bringing it down hard. The whip’s tail cut through the air with a chilling *whoosh*. But it didn’t land on me. He dropped the whip. His eyes were shadowed, and a terrifying aura enveloped him, like a vengeful demon from the darkest depths. “You may go.” He said. “From this moment on, you and the Thorne family are no longer connected.”

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Last life, I impulsively divorced my ex, only to realize I was useless at earning money. I barely scraped by, ending up in a terrible state. In the end, I didn’t even have money for medical treatment, dying miserably in a hospital. He was the one who scattered my ashes. My ex-husband, on the other hand, had it all. His career skyrocketed, becoming a law firm partner with a seven-figure income, and he even reunited with the love of his life. His story was inspirational, a perfect happy ending. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I angrily filed for divorce. Alexander looked at me with an indifferent expression. “Your family’s on the verge of bankruptcy. Do you really want a divorce? Aren’t you afraid of starving to death?” That truth hit me hard, a brutal reality. But in my past life, I was too busy being stubborn, too focused on winning an argument to really listen. I even pretended to be noble, walking away from the marriage with absolutely nothing. Now? No matter what, I had to stick around until Alexander made his fortune and I could claim half of it. Then I’d use that money to live lavishly and date attractive men.

Alexander leaned on his hand, a familiar, humorless smirk playing on his lips. “Seriously, a divorce? Cassidy Hayes, have you found someone else?” There wasn’t an ounce of warmth in his eyes, as if they could burn right through me. How did I retaliate last time? Oh, I put my hands on my hips, stomped my feet, and climbed onto a chair. I tilted my chin up, glaring at him disdainfully: “Trust me, I’ve got eight guys lined up, and every single one of them is better than you. Alexander, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll sign those papers right now.” The agreement on the table reeked of my former arrogance. I hadn’t wanted the five-million-dollar villa, nor had I kept any of the luxury items he’d bought me, returning them all. My main point was not letting money ‘taint’ my perceived nobility. But after decades of roughing it, washing dishes in freezing temperatures for minimum wage until my hands were raw and bleeding… Now, looking at all those material things, they seemed absolutely adorable. Love? Without money, love is just a pile of trash. I immediately plastered on a sweet smile, my eyes crinkling as I looked at him. “Oh, darling, I was just talking nonsense. How could I divorce you? I love you so much!” “What I just said doesn’t count. You… you must be tired, right? I’ll draw you a bath so you can relax.” I snatched the papers and bolted, tearing the damn thing to shreds in the bathroom. Even the paper scraps were tossed into the trash and flushed away. The flush of the heated smart toilet was pure music to my ears. I couldn’t help but hug it, feeling its warmth. *Sob, sob.* No more freezing my butt off in winter. No more starving in winter. No more working grueling jobs for my dad’s medical bills and our family’s living expenses. I don’t know what I was being so dramatic about in my last life, obsessing over whether Alexander truly loved me. Even after he’d entrusted his entire fortune to me, I was still hung up on a few ambiguous texts. It took the crushing blows of life to finally understand the importance of money. I’ve learned my lesson now. I will never leave money again. I drew Alexander his favorite 96.4°F bathwater. Then I thoughtfully laid out the clothes he’d change into. Alexander stepped into the bathroom, and I was still grinning at the door. He stared at me for a few minutes, then quietly flipped the lock on the bathroom door. Me: … *Jerk. Who’s craving your body?* I headed into the bedroom and started tallying up my secret stash.

To be honest, for the first 25 years of my life, I truly lived like a princess. My parents ran a manufacturing business, raking in nearly eight figures in revenue annually. I was an only child, and all their love was poured onto me. My grades were always mediocre, but I was pretty and lucky. I barely scraped my way into an Ivy League university, where I met Alexander, who was dirt poor. Just like in all those novels, I fell in love with Alexander. I pestered my parents to fund his education and even give him startup capital for his business. After graduating, Alexander, to repay me, married me. And then came two years of a seemingly perfect but emotionally distant marriage. Alexander was a good man, but even good men can’t control their desires. He only felt gratitude for me, so even in bed, he never lost control. He was busy with work, dedicating a fixed hour every Saturday for intimacy. Any other time, I had to book an appointment with his assistant just to give him a kiss. In that lifeless routine, my ‘sensitive soul’ couldn’t take it anymore, and I started actively sabotaging myself. Thinking back now, I can’t blame Alexander for finding me boring. I became a housewife right after college, spending my days watching TV and playing games. Alexander and I didn’t just lack common interests; sometimes, even casual conversations fell flat. He accused me of being brainwashed by TikTok, and I thought he wasn’t as attentive or charming as other women’s husbands. That’s how our relationship slowly spiraled into a dead end. Lying in bed, I sighed deeply. *Cassidy Hayes, fate has been kind to you.* *A useless person with no real skills like me, and yet the heavens gave me a second chance? My ancestors must have been saints.* Since I had this opportunity, I resolved to live well. Forget about reversing the family’s decline or leading them to prosperity; at the very least, I needed to be a reliable safety net for my family. Just then, Alexander walked in, toweling his hair dry. He noticed I hadn’t changed, and a flicker of confusion crossed his eyes. Right, it was Saturday, my designated ‘wifely duties’ day. Unlike my usual cold demeanor, I immediately rushed into the bathroom, took a quick shower, and changed into the special lingerie I’d kept at the bottom of my drawer. I’d bought it when we were newlyweds, hoping to spice things up, but Alexander had left for a business trip before I ever got to wear it. No time like the present. Anyway, we’d both be enjoying it, so I might as well get what I want. The moment I walked out, Alexander’s breath hitched. He seemed a little shocked, and there was some other emotion too. He spoke, his voice low: “Cassidy, you…” I silenced him with a kiss. “Shhh, time is precious. Don’t talk…”

Gotta say, a change of mindset makes all the difference. Before, I yearned for love, always fixated on Alexander’s every move. If he frowned, my heart would flutter, afraid he was displeased. If he groaned or pulled away, my heart would ache, thinking I’d done something wrong. But once I started seeing him as a means to an end, all those anxieties vanished. All I cared about was whether he was enjoying himself, if the angle was right, and if he was going hard enough. After three rounds, Alexander’s face was practically green. I looked up, trying to kiss him again, but he gently pushed me away. “I have court tomorrow, can’t be too tired.” Oh, okay. I’ve been ‘thirsty’ for over twenty years, so it was only natural I couldn’t hold back. He didn’t want to continue, so I wasn’t upset. I got dressed and out of bed. Alexander rolled over, looking at me with shock. “Where are you going?” Me: “To the guest room. This bed is a mess.” It was… wet. Uncomfortable. I’d catch a cold. Before, I’d put up with it to be close to him, but now I valued my own health. Someone else could deal with that discomfort. I slammed the door shut, leaving Alexander’s conflicted expression behind. The next morning, I slept until ten. He was already gone, leaving a note: [Business trip to New York for a week.] Underneath was a stack of cash for living expenses. Alexander liked to give me cash, I didn’t know if it was to humiliate me or what. I counted it: ten thousand dollars. Generous as always. I changed clothes, grabbed the money, and headed straight to the bank. As I walked in, I almost got lost. Nothing new there. I had my typical ‘spoiled princess’ syndrome; I didn’t know how to do anything. Even slightly complex environments could overwhelm me. Finally, I managed to flag down a staff member. They led me to the counter where I exchanged the cash Alexander gave me for gold bars. I then moved my own savings into a new account. After all that, I took a cab to my parents’ house. If I remembered correctly, their business was already in trouble, but they hadn’t dared to tell me yet.

The moment I stepped through the door, a palpable cloud of gloom hung over the house. Dad sat on the couch smoking, and Mom was scratching her head, staring at the computer screen. Seeing me, they exchanged a look and forced out weak, artificial smiles. They were about to speak, but I waved a hand, cutting them off. “Stop pretending. I know your business is in trouble.” My parents ran a traditional manufacturing business that had been hit hard by the internet revolution. They’d sunk all their capital into a project that had gone wrong. Now, their cash flow was about to dry up, and they faced a difficult choice. One was to risk it all again. The other was to liquidate all their assets, cover their debts, and close shop for good. In my past life, my parents, unwilling to give up, chose to risk it again. They lost everything, down to their last penny. My dad, already stressed, smoked himself sick with lung cancer. My mom tried to bounce back, but any money she earned was immediately used to pay off debts, making even basic living difficult. So this time, I cut them off directly and told them the outcome. “Dad, Mom, stop struggling. You’ve fallen behind the times. The factory business won’t get any better.” Artificial intelligence was developing too fast, delivering a devastating blow to traditional industries. My parents’ mindset couldn’t adapt, so their downfall was almost inevitable. They were shocked when I suggested closing the business. “What do you know? You’ve never been involved in the family business.” “Exactly! I asked Mr. Williams and Mr. Garcia, and they both said they’d help us if we wanted to risk it again.” Yes, those ‘uncles’ did help. And later, they became regular debt collectors. I smiled bitterly. “Come on, Dad, Mom, let me tell you why I’m saying this.” Hugging my knees on the couch, I told them everything that had happened in my past life. There was no need to hide anything from my closest family. My parents were deeply affected, especially my dad, who started to cry. “So, sweetie, for the next ten years, you were washing dishes and paying off debts? And you died alone in a hospital because you couldn’t afford treatment?” He gripped my hand, trembling. My mom didn’t speak, her head bowed for a long time. Finally, she looked up, both crying and laughing. “Okay. This time, we’ll listen to our sweetie. No more struggling.”

My parents started to liquidate the family business. Because they had accumulated decades of experience, even after deducting debts and losses, they surprisingly still had a few hundred thousand dollars and a house left. After signing the sales contracts, my parents stood in the factory lobby, sighing with emotion. “Worked so hard our whole lives, only to realize we’ve left nothing behind. This factory, this land, all these machines… they’re all someone else’s now.” I linked my arm through theirs. “Dad, Mom, don’t worry. Being alive is more important than anything.” Exiting the traditional industry competition now only meant losing a few million dollars. If they had continued to stubbornly hold on, they would never have recovered. My parents were now out of work and had a lot of free time. For a while, they didn’t know what to do and felt a bit lost. I took out the few million dollars I had saved and put it in their hands. “Dad, Mom, these are my savings from childhood. They’re all yours now.” “Even though I lived miserably in my past life, I also witnessed the rapid development of the times.” “The factory went bankrupt because you were always pushed by your work, with no time to learn new things. Jumping into new projects now blindly would definitely be risky.” “So, take this money, enroll in an MBA program, and learn some new knowledge. We’ll have money again when the opportunity arises, okay?” My parents looked at me in surprise, then smiled. “Oh, Cassidy has really grown up. What insightful words!” “Okay, Dad and Mom will listen to you. We’ll go back to school.” Striking while the iron was hot, I immediately found them top-tier executive courses. Two days later, they flew to Los Angeles to begin their classes. Meanwhile, I let go of the redundant household staff, handled security, and then returned to Alexander’s and my house. I found he was already back, reading documents on the sofa. Seeing me, he closed the file and slipped it into his laptop bag. He stood up, heading for the study. I ignored him, took a shower, and then settled into the bedroom to watch video editing tutorials. A friend of mine, an influencer, told me the internet was huge now. I didn’t have any other special skills, just this seemingly perfect life that I could use to fool people into thinking I was some effortlessly perfect socialite. I thought I’d learn how to make vlogs, just in case it took off. I was watching a video when Alexander pushed the door open and stood silently behind me. He asked: “Ready?”

I choked on my water. I instinctively glanced at the calendar. Oh, it was Saturday again. I closed my laptop, walked over to him, and stood on tiptoes, reaching up to kiss him. Alexander gripped my neck, pausing for a moment. “Wear the outfit from last time.” …Huh? Oh. After four intense rounds, I was the one who begged for mercy first. Alexander got off me, and I turned, intending to get out of bed. He grabbed my wrist. Me: “Hmm?” Alexander pursed his lips. “Sleep here.” Me: “It’s wet.” He immediately pulled fresh sheets from the cabinet and made the bed. “Not anymore.” Fine. I lay back on the pillow, and he pulled me against him, gripping my shoulder. Me: “Hmm?” Alexander: “I’m cold.” Fine. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep almost instantly. I didn’t know the person next to me stayed awake, watching me for half the night. I had a very long dream, reliving the days when I chased Alexander. From the moment he entered college, he was an incredibly brilliant figure. Countless people would gather outside the law classroom just to catch a glimpse of him. Alexander was distant and never truly warmed up to anyone. He only had one childhood friend from his village, Serena, with whom he shared a good relationship. After I set my sights on Alexander, I tried to find out if they were a couple. Before I could figure anything out, Serena left the country on her own, and Alexander’s mother was diagnosed with cancer. Pancreatic cancer, the king of cancers, was practically incurable. But with money, she could suffer less. Alexander was so worried he couldn’t sleep for nights. I went to my parents, got him a hundred thousand dollars for his mother’s hospital bills. Alexander’s mother finally got some rest, and Alexander came to find me. He said: “Thank you.” I said: “Don’t mention it. Just marry me.” I was transparent about my desires, and unapologetic in my flirtation. Alexander looked at me and smiled softly. At the time, I didn’t understand what that complex smile meant. Two years later, I finally did. It was the smile of compromise. The helpless look of someone selling their soul.

I woke up the next morning to find Alexander, uncharacteristically, not at work. He was setting out breakfast, talking to me. “Today’s a good day. We should go see your parents.” I was drinking my coffee, not looking up as I replied: “They’re not home. They went to Los Angeles.” Alexander paused. “To Los Angeles?” “Mm-hmm. I enrolled them in an MBA program. They’re taking classes.” “What about the factory business?” “It’s finished.” Alexander looked at me quietly for a moment. “Was that your idea?” “Yeah. I just thought it was pointless to keep it going. It would just drain them dry.” I wiped my mouth, went to the door to put on my shoes, and grabbed my bag. As I opened the door, I said: “I’m meeting a friend. Might be back late. See you.” Alexander was about to say something, but the door was already shut. I really was going to meet someone – my influencer friend, Brianna, to get some tips. Brianna was incredibly helpful. She meticulously explained how to set up an account, how to write a bio, how to boost engagement, and how to define my target audience. She spoke so fast, I couldn’t write quickly enough, and she even complained: “Your handwriting is like chicken scratch!” I bared my teeth. “I’m a slacker, what do you expect?” Brianna chuckled, about to playfully pinch me, but her gaze suddenly froze. “Holy crap!” I followed her line of sight. Not far away, a handsome man and a beautiful woman were walking side-by-side across the street. A car sped past, and the handsome man pulled the woman into his arms. It was Alexander and Serena. *When did she get back? Why didn’t Alexander tell me?* A flicker of regret crossed my mind, then I shook my head, dismissing it. *No more being love-struck. No more obsessing over men. Being love-struck leads to a tragic end!* I refocused on taking notes. Brianna had gone to the same university as us, so she knew about the three of us. She nudged me with her elbow. “Hey, isn’t that your husband’s… ‘special friend’? Aren’t you worried?” What was there to worry about? I already knew how it would end. In three years, Alexander would become a law firm partner and reconcile with Serena. On the day he proposed to her, fireworks lit up the entire city. The sky was dazzling, and I was huddled in a dark corner, being yelled at by my boss for accidentally breaking a dish. “You can’t even wash a dish properly, what good are you?” “Two hundred from your perfect attendance bonus. See if you dare break anything next time.”

I didn’t know that when Alexander pulled Serena close, he saw me pull my gaze away. When I got home that evening, he was standing by the window, lost in thought. My head was buzzing with new knowledge, and I was incredibly tired. I ignored him and went into the bathroom. But Alexander squeezed in after me. He was only wearing boxer briefs, but his presence was commanding. His handsome, profound face held an endless intensity as he searched my expression. “You saw me today, didn’t you?” Me: “Mm-hmm.” “Do you have anything you want to ask?” I shook my head. Alexander took a deep breath, sounding a little angry. “Why aren’t you asking?” I was confused. “Why should I ask?” What was there to ask? Whether I asked or not, wasn’t she still the one you loved? Alexander suddenly exploded, rushing forward and pinning me against the wall. His kisses rained down on me, overwhelming. His large hands moved lower and lower, igniting sparks amidst the soap suds. I trembled all over, feeling a little stifled. “Today’s Sunday.” *Damn it, it’s not our designated day.* Alexander, fuming, picked me up and carried me out. “I don’t care what day it is, I want you!” Money’s hard to make, and he’s a handful. That bastard Alexander tortured me all night. When I woke up the next day, my entire body felt like it had been run over by a truck, but the dog-man had already left for work. On my phone, there was a new friend request. The profile picture showed Serena in a business suit. She said: “Are you there? There’s something I’d like to talk to you about.”

Serena could dream. She wouldn’t ruin my mood. I immediately blocked her and went to the mall to buy a new laptop and a GoPro. Under Brianna’s guidance, I filmed the first vlog of my life. I was very clear about myself: I couldn’t pretend to be some high-flying, sophisticated professional, nor could I play the part of a spoiled socialite. So, I decided to launch my ‘Pretty but Useless’ Self-Rescue Plan, letting my followers see that, oh, rich people aren’t all the same. Thanks to precise positioning and relentless self-deprecating humor. I gained 3,000 followers overnight. Looking at the 99+ notifications in my backend, I couldn’t help but feel ecstatic. *Turns out, I can do something right too.* Just as I was sharing the news with Brianna, Alexander came home, bringing someone with him. He had brought Serena home. Alexander looked calm as he told me: “Serena accidentally spilled soup on herself at dinner. Her place is far, so she was wondering if you could lend her an outfit.” If I didn’t lend her something, he’d definitely say I was petty. I went into the bedroom and grabbed a casual outfit Alexander had bought me when we were newlyweds. Coincidentally or not, Serena looked incredibly good in it. She smiled faintly. “I didn’t expect you, Cassidy, to have similar taste to me. I loved this brand before I went abroad.” That was quite a compliment. I responded frankly: “Alexander bought this. I’ve never worn it.” “If you like it, you can have it.” Serena’s smile became genuinely sincere, and the hostility in her gaze lessened. “Oh, I couldn’t possibly… but I really do like it.” I gave her an eight-toothed standard smile, which made Alexander’s face darken. He frowned, losing control of his expression for the first time. “I apologize. My wife is just joking. You can’t have these clothes. I’ll go find you another set.” With that, he genuinely went and got another outfit, telling Serena to change. Serena stared at him stiffly for a moment, then angrily entered the bathroom. I thought, at this point, they were playing a game of cat and mouse, and tonight would surely turn into a dramatic showdown. Though it was a bit early, and my career hadn’t taken off yet, my family wasn’t in debt, so I wouldn’t starve. If Serena stayed tonight and they ended up in bed, I could use this opportunity to get a larger share of the assets. I definitely needed to keep this house, and a car for convenience. Savings… how much did we have in savings? Lost in thought, I opened my bank app and started checking the balance. I didn’t notice Alexander had already seen Serena off and changed his clothes. He stood before me, his face dark, looking like a storm was brewing. “What are you doing?” “Checking how much money I can get in the divorce.” I quietly turned my head away. Alexander yanked me up, sweeping my new laptop off the table. It was ruined. Before I could even regret the loss, he lifted me onto the table, leaning in to tear and bite at my lips. His right hand ripped at my collar, while his left reached for the drawer. This man’s temper was getting increasingly unpredictable. He was hurting me. I thought he was going to take it further. But Alexander suddenly stopped. He buried his head in my neck, his hot breath making me tremble. He couldn’t stop himself from muttering in frustration. “Why aren’t you angry?” “Cassidy Hayes, don’t you love me anymore?”

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On the one-year anniversary of our remarriage, I snuck into the hotel where my husband was staying for his business trip, planning to surprise him with flowers. Instead, I stumbled upon a lavish birthday party he was throwing for Serena Thorne, the woman he’d always adored, his “white moonlight.” He was carefully fastening the heirloom bracelet, meant only for the Caldwell family’s true daughter-in-law, onto her wrist. A clueless guest chimed in, “If Caleb truly loves Ms. Thorne, then when his affair with her first went public, and Layla was so furious she divorced him and walked away, wasn’t that exactly what he wanted? Why did he spend six months chasing her down, begging her to remarry him?” Someone quickly offered an explanation: “Chasing her down? Remarriage? Please. Serena was just playing games with Layla.” “When Layla first filed for divorce, it blew up online, and Serena got slammed by netizens for ages. Serena was furious, so she told Caleb to pretend to win Layla back. Layla was completely played, genuinely believing Caleb had a change of heart. She held out for only six months before agreeing to remarry him.” “And in this past year of their remarriage, Serena’s ‘fun’ with Layla has only escalated. Like making Caleb dress Layla in a cheap knock-off gown to a gala just to humiliate her, or tricking Layla, who can’t swim, into going diving, then sharing the video of her nearly drowning with their entire social circle just to laugh at. It’s truly ‘entertaining’.” “I heard today is Caleb and Layla’s one-year remarriage anniversary. I bet Serena has something even better planned for Layla later. I can’t wait.” I felt like I’d plunged into an ice cellar. But I didn’t rush out to cry or yell. Instead, I began to plan my own staged death. Caleb Caldwell, you’ve deceived me for so long. It’s time I returned the favor.

“Ms. Hayes, your ‘fake death’ protocol has been activated. In seven days, everything will proceed as planned.” Hearing the voice of the covert agency staff on the phone, I let out a long breath. In seven days, I would vanish completely from Caleb Caldwell’s world. I hung up and circled the date seven days from now on my calendar in red. The vivid crimson seemed to mock me for my foolishness over the past year and a half. When Caleb returned with a cake, I was still staring blankly at the calendar. He set the cake down, wrapping his arms around me as he always did, asking tenderly, “What are you doing? You look so lost in thought.” Feeling his warm chest against my back, a bitter sadness welled up inside me. Married for five years, remarried for one. I never knew Caleb was such a brilliant actor. So good that he made me believe he had truly let go of Serena and fallen in love with me. That he truly couldn’t live without me, which was why he relentlessly pursued me for six months after our divorce, determined to remarry. I shook my head. “Nothing much, just thinking.” His gaze fell on the circled date on the calendar. “Is seven days from now an important day?” “Yes.” I suppressed the bitterness in my heart, hinting, “It’s the day I’ll give you a surprise.” Caleb stroked my hair affectionately. “I’ll look forward to it, then.” “But let’s not worry about seven days from now. Layla, do you remember what day today is? It’s our one-year remarriage anniversary. I made this chocolate cake myself. Come on, try it.” My heart lurched as I looked at the cake he held out. I remembered Serena’s birthday party earlier today, someone laughing as they asked what ‘fun’ Serena had planned for me. She had casually scooped a handful of dirt from a flowerpot and sprinkled it onto a cake, laughing, “I’m happy today, so I’ll let Layla off easy. I’ll just live-stream her eating dirt.” And now, Caleb had actually brought back *that exact cake with dirt*, trying to pass it off as chocolate. My heart stung as if pierced by needles. After a long moment, I managed to whisper, “My stomach isn’t feeling well. I don’t want anything sweet.” Caleb’s smile faded slightly. “Your stomach’s bothering you again?” “Come on, Layla. This cake is my effort, after all. Just one bite, then I’ll make you some stomach-soothing soup, okay?” He scooped up a mouthful from the area with the most dirt and brought it to my lips. I met his eyes, searching for a hint of guilt from his deception. But there was none. His gaze was sincere, as if he genuinely didn’t want me to disappoint his efforts. Forcing back the wrenching pain in my chest, I nodded slightly. “Okay, I’ll eat it.” The dirt-filled cake landed in my mouth, grinding painfully against my gums. I knew that a hidden camera, somewhere unseen, was recording my humiliating moment of eating dirt. Serena, watching the live-stream, must have been utterly delighted. Caleb, satisfied, put the cake down and went to make me the stomach-soothing soup. Watching him disappear into the kitchen, a chill spread through my heart. Caleb knew my stomach condition was severe, yet to please Serena, he didn’t hesitate to make me eat a cake filled with dirt. He truly had no love left for me. I didn’t get to drink the soup Caleb was making. Instead, I was rushed to the hospital for a stomach pump due to severe stomach cramps. As my consciousness faded, I heard a gentle voice coaxing me, “Hang in there, Layla. The pain will be gone soon.” I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming, but when I awoke, I saw Caleb asleep, slumped beside my hospital bed. His face was drawn with exhaustion, looking like he’d been taking care of me for a long time. His phone vibrated continuously in his hand. I picked it up and opened it, seeing his friends’ messages in their SnapChat group: “Caleb, Layla eating dirt today was hilarious! I’ve rewatched the video ten times!” “Right? But why were you in such a hurry to send Layla to the hospital, Caleb? Did you feel bad?” Caleb had replied below: “Don’t joke around. It wouldn’t be good if Serena saw that.” “I was just playing the role perfectly. If I don’t soothe her now, how will I trick her into cooperating next time?” So, it was all an act again. I forced a bitter smile and put the phone back. Caleb woke up soon after, sighing in relief when he saw I was okay. “I’m so sorry, Layla. It was my fault. I shouldn’t have pushed you to eat that cake.” I said nothing, just looked at him silently. My gaze made him a little uncomfortable. He quickly grabbed his jacket and stood up. “Work things. I need to go back and handle them. I’ll come see you later.” The moment the door closed, I shut my eyes, and tears finally streamed down my face. Caleb, six more days.

I didn’t wait for Caleb to visit me again; I checked out of the hospital early. I took my marriage certificate to the relevant office, intending to file for divorce. But the clerk frowned after examining it. “Ms. Hayes, your marriage certificate is a fake. It holds no legal validity whatsoever, so you can’t file for divorce based on this.” I froze, then suddenly remembered the day we remarried. Caleb had said it was too crowded at the office, and waiting in line would be tiring. He’d arranged for a friend to handle the paperwork, telling me to just wait at home. Back then, I was touched by his thoughtfulness. Now I realized that this remarriage, from beginning to end, was nothing but a sham. I clutched the fake certificate, my fingertips white, but then I laughed aloud. Good. It saved me the trouble of divorcing. When I got home, Caleb was already waiting for me on the sofa. “Layla, why did you check out of the hospital alone? Why didn’t you wait for me to pick you up?” “Are you still upset about the cake? Can you forgive me? As an apology, how about I take you to an auction to buy you a present?” I didn’t want to go, but Caleb didn’t give me a choice, pulling me out the door. Once we arrived, I immediately spotted Serena Thorne in the crowd. She wore a striking red gown, the heirloom bracelet meant for the Caldwell family’s true daughter-in-law glistening on her wrist. Noticing my gaze on Serena, Caleb hastily explained, “Layla, I don’t know why Serena is here. I haven’t been in touch with her for a long time.” “If you’re unhappy, I’ll have someone remove her right now.” I forced a smile, too tired to expose his lies. “No need.” It was just an act for my benefit anyway. The auction soon began, and I was indifferent throughout. But Caleb acted as if he genuinely wanted to make it up to me. Whenever I so much as glanced at an item, he would immediately raise his paddle. In a short while, he had acquired many things. People around us cast envious glances, but a terrible premonition bloomed in my heart. My premonition soon came true. When the ruby necklace, the grand finale item, was brought out, Serena was the first to raise her paddle. “Ten million.” I thought Caleb wouldn’t dare bid against Serena, but he didn’t hesitate to raise his paddle. “Fifteen million.” Meeting my astonished gaze, he gave me an affectionate smile. “You didn’t like any of the other things we bid on. You’ll definitely love this final necklace, right?” I was about to shake my head, but he had already turned his attention back to bidding against Serena. After a tense bidding war, Caleb made a decisive gesture. “Sold!” Suddenly, the entire room erupted. Everyone’s gaze at me was no longer just envy. I felt a pang of agony. Turning my head, I met Serena’s knowing, mocking eyes, and my heart sank. Caleb ultimately won the bid for the ruby necklace. But when the auction ended and the staff came to collect payment, he was nowhere to be found. My face went pale at the astronomical sum. I tried calling him, but only heard the voicemail message saying his phone was off. The staff’s expression slowly changed. The looks from the people around me shifted from envy to mockery. “Caleb Caldwell’s wife, can she actually not afford it?” “I thought Caleb doted on his wife so much. Turns out it was all fake.” “Maybe this woman deliberately latched onto Caleb and came to the auction, wanting to show off and buy expensive jewelry, but Caleb didn’t indulge her at all. Now look, she’s totally humiliated.” The insulting words felt like a barrage of slaps, making me feel faint. The staff had completely lost their pleasant demeanor, sneering at me, “Mrs. Caldwell, can you pay or not? If not, there’s a breach of contract fee!” I opened my mouth, but finally, my voice rasped, “Alright, I’ll pay the penalty.” I didn’t have any money on me. I had no choice but to take off my necklace, my bracelet, and even my dress, to use as collateral for the penalty. The incident quickly went viral online. The hashtag #LaylaAuctionScam trended instantly. The comments were filled with ridicule and curses. I stared at the vicious words, my nails digging into my palms, but I couldn’t even cry. So this was Caleb’s true purpose in bringing me to the auction. He wanted me to become everyone’s laughingstock. I returned home, looking at the countdown on the calendar. Five more days.

I didn’t want to go out and face the mocking stares, but in two days, it was Grandma Vivian’s birthday gala, and I had no choice but to attend. The gala was held at the Caldwell family estate. As soon as Caleb and I arrived, I saw Serena Thorne holding Grandma Vivian’s arm, chatting intimately with her. She had the usually stern Grandma Vivian laughing heartily. They looked like a perfect family. I glanced at them, then turned to look at Caleb. I saw his eyes filled with tenderness, clearly moved by the heartwarming scene. Noticing my gaze, Caleb uncomfortably explained, “Serena is a guest Grandma Vivian wanted to invite. I couldn’t stop her.” “If you don’t want to see her, we can go upstairs and wait after we’ve given Grandma your gift.” I said nothing, but Caleb had already pulled me forward. After offering birthday wishes, he instructed a servant to bring over the gift. “Grandma, this is a birthday gift Layla spent six months meticulously preparing for you herself. It’s full of her heartfelt wishes for you, and I hope you like it.” Hearing this, Grandma Vivian shifted her gaze from Serena. She gave me a casual glance and said faintly, “You’re very thoughtful.” Seeing Grandma Vivian’s attitude, I couldn’t help but smile bitterly. From the first time Caleb and I married, Grandma Vivian never liked me. After Caleb and I got divorced, and the Caldwell family and Serena were dragged onto social media, she disliked me even more. After our “remarriage,” to spare Caleb from being caught in the middle, I had spent six months carving a custom-made sculpture representing longevity and good fortune, intending it as a birthday gift to make her happy. I never imagined that before the gift was even presented, I would uncover the truth about our remarriage and prepare to leave. Before I could fully react, Grandma Vivian had already pulled back the red cloth covering the gift. A delicate urn was starkly revealed. Grandma Vivian’s face instantly darkened. She suppressed her anger, saying, “Is this the ‘heartfelt wish’ you spent six months preparing?” My heart leaped. Grandma Vivian was a traditional woman. Presenting her with an urn at her birthday gala was nothing short of a provocation. But how had my sculpture turned into an urn? I instinctively looked at Caleb. Before the gift presentation, he was the only one who had handled my gift. But I didn’t get an explanation from Caleb. Instead, I heard Serena’s gleeful voice: “Layla, why would you give such a gift? Are you unhappy with Grandma Vivian?” “Grandma Vivian, please don’t be angry. It’s not worth getting upset over someone so insignificant. Come see the gift I prepared for you.” She clapped her hands, and immediately someone brought over a gift. When it was opened, it was my meticulously carved sculpture. My heart sank. There was nothing left to misunderstand now. Clearly, Serena wanted to play another cruel joke on me, so she had Caleb switch out my birthday gift, making me offend Grandma Vivian. I squeezed my palms tightly, feeling only a chilling emptiness in my chest. I didn’t participate in the rest of the birthday gala. Instead, Serena and Caleb stood on either side of Grandma Vivian, chatting and laughing with guests, looking every bit like the Caldwell family’s daughter-in-law. My heart was bitter. With the heirloom bracelet meant for the family’s daughter-in-law on her wrist, she certainly seemed like the Caldwell’s daughter-in-law, didn’t she? Finally, the gala ended. Just as Caleb and I were about to leave, Grandma Vivian had Mr. Davies, the butler, stop me. Mr. Davies held up a whip and said, “Ms. Hayes, Grandma Vivian has decided not to dwell on the incredibly offensive ‘gift’ you brought. However, as a Caldwell daughter-in-law, you must learn respect. You will be disciplined according to family tradition to ensure you remember this lesson.” Seeing the whip covered in barbs, Caleb couldn’t help but frown. He opened his mouth, but in the end, he only said, “It’s just a few lashes, Layla. Endure it. Don’t make Grandma upset again.” I had long since abandoned any hope for Caleb. Hearing his words, I simply nodded, my voice hoarse. “Okay.” I was quickly led to the family shrine. Mr. Davies wielded the whip, lashing me again and again. The whip sliced through the air, striking me brutally. As it recoiled, its barbs tore away flesh. After nine lashes, I was covered in blood. Before I lost consciousness, I calculated the time. Two more days. The final two days.

When I woke again, I found myself in our familiar bedroom. Caleb was gently applying medicine to my wounds, a tenderness in his eyes he himself hadn’t noticed. He didn’t realize I was awake. After finishing the dressing and bandaging, he left the room. The door didn’t close tightly. Through the crack, I heard him on the phone with Serena Thorne. “Caleb, I have a new idea. Lots of people are into wilderness survival lately. I just found a remote mountain. How about you trick Layla into going there and abandon her for a couple of days?” “Just imagining her lost on a wild mountain, unable to find you, afraid to leave, forced to eat bark when she’s hungry and drink her own urine when she’s thirsty—I find it absolutely hilarious.” Caleb seemed to hesitate. “Layla just got whipped by Grandma Vivian over the birthday gift, and she’s still covered in injuries. Maybe we should wait on the wilderness survival thing?” Serena immediately grew displeased. “Are you feeling sorry for Layla? I knew it. All that talk about me being your true love was just lies.” Hearing Serena’s words, Caleb immediately caved. “How could it be a lie? I’ll do it.” Listening to Caleb’s voice, my heart felt utterly desolate. In the past, when Caleb loved me, he would be heartbroken if I so much as bumped into a table corner by accident. But now, at Serena’s behest, he had caused me to endure nine lashes. My wounds hadn’t even healed, and he was already planning to send me into the wilderness to fend for myself. If that’s the case, Caleb, let this wilderness survival trip be an unforgettable memory for you. I relayed the wilderness survival details to the fake death agency, and they quickly responded. After reading their reply, I deleted all records related to the agency from my phone. After a day of recovery, Caleb found me. “Layla, you’ve seemed a little unhappy lately. How about I take you out hiking to clear your head?” I nodded calmly. Caleb had expected me to resist, having prepared all his coaxing words, but he was surprised by my cooperation. He paused, a vague unease stirring within him. But he quickly suppressed it, smiling as he stroked my head. “Layla is so well-behaved today.” Feeling the familiar warmth on my head, I could no longer feel any joy. After lunch, Caleb and I left. The car drove on. While stopped at a red light, Caleb glanced at me several times, looking as if he wanted to say something. I asked him, “What’s wrong?” His gaze lingered on my injuries, but when he spoke, he said, “Nothing, I just remembered you mentioned you had a surprise for me, and the date was tomorrow, I think.” I forced a smile. “You remember? Don’t worry, it’ll be a surprise you’ll love.” Even though I was smiling, I felt my eyes welling up, and I quickly turned my head away. Caleb’s unease returned, stronger than before. The car soon reached the “wild mountain” Serena had mentioned. Looking at the mountain before me, a ripple of emotion still stirred in my heart. I knew this mountain. It had been in the news several times before for tiger attacks. Serena really knew how to pick a place. And Caleb? Did he know there were tigers in the mountains? As I turned to look at Caleb, a tiger’s roar echoed. Caleb heard the sound but only frowned. “Layla, I forgot something in the car. You go ahead and start up the mountain, and I’ll come find you after I get it.” With that, he walked back the way we came without looking back. Watching his retreating figure, the last shred of affection I held for Caleb completely dissipated. I truly followed Caleb’s words and ascended the mountain. By the time I reached the summit, the sun had already set. The tigers and wolves in the mountain roared again and again, but Caleb, who was supposed to retrieve something, never returned. When the appointed time came, I didn’t hesitate for a second. I simply jumped off the cliff. As Caleb drove back, the unease in his heart grew stronger. What was that sound just now? Leaving Layla alone, wouldn’t she be in danger? His mind instinctively replayed Layla’s recent calm yet sorrowful eyes, and his heart tightened. When he arrived at the place he’d arranged with Serena, he pushed open the door to find several friends already there. But he wasn’t in the mood to socialize. He immediately grabbed Serena’s hand and said, “That mountain you picked, it’s not dangerous, is it?” Serena impatiently pulled her hand away. “What danger could there be? If you’re so worried, go back and be with Layla.” Caleb quickly hugged Serena, trying to soothe her. Once he had calmed her down, he started talking to his friends. It was exactly what he always did. But today, Caleb felt a strange dread, as if something terrible was about to happen. Time ticked by. Caleb’s phone received several calls, but Serena hung up every single one for him. “It must be Layla trying to call you for help. Just ignore her.” Caleb didn’t intervene, but his heart was already filled with a growing sense of foreboding. After another urgent call rang, Caleb snatched the phone before Serena could. But it wasn’t Layla on the other end. It was an unfamiliar male voice. “Is this Ms. Layla Hayes’s husband? We’re the police. We just received an alarm from infrared sensors in the mountains. Ms. Hayes has committed suicide by jumping off a cliff.”

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