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The limited-edition item from the brand that was reserved for me was snatched up by my brother, Joe West, using his family discount card. When I confronted him, expecting an explanation, I was met with a barrage of insults. “You shameless bitch, letting my boyfriend buy you a bag? Have you lost your mind?” Later on, Joe even had the nerve to complain to me, saying, “Sis, my girlfriend is just really into me. You should apologize to her!” Not long after, his girlfriend showed up at my house, complaining to my parents, “Don’t blame Rebecca. I gave her a gift, but she turned her nose up at it and said Joe wouldn’t get a share of the family fortune…” My mom looked completely bewildered and said, “There isn’t any share for him anyway.” I couldn’t help but chuckle to myself, “Ha! This scheming little witch just hit a brick wall!” ***** My parents have always groomed me to be the heir. They’d given me the best of everything since I was a kid. As for my brother, Joe? Well, in my mom’s words, “As long as he’s alive, that’s enough.” Earlier that day, a brand I’d collaborated with for years called to say they’d set aside a bag for me. When I sent my assistant to pick it up, she was told Joe had already snagged it with his family discount card. I thought, “Huh? Is that little twerp in love or something?” Curious, I called to probe, “Joe, did you grab my bag for me?” Instead of Joe, a shrill female voice answered, “Who’s this slut trying to get my man to buy her a bag? “Know your place, you gold-digger! “You motherless piece of trash, go die already!” After a minute of non-stop profanity-laced insults, the call ended. I’d never been cussed out like that in my life. I was fuming. I thought, “Alright then. You’re both dead meat.” Just as I was about to block Joe’s number, he called again, frantically apologizing, “I’m so sorry, sis. My girlfriend didn’t know who you were. She just loves me too much and lost her cool…” Joe’d always been a bit of a pushover, but he’d always been good to me. I was starting to waver when he added, “It’s just a bag. Can’t you just apologize and call it even?” I rolled my eyes. “Apologize my ass.” As soon as I hung up, I got a friend request from “I Don’t Like Coriander.” The profile picture showed a girl in a white dress, a bandaged hand, an eye patch, and a playful tongue-out expression. Her message was straight to the point: [You bitch, how dare you insult my boyfriend? I’ll tear you apart!] I accepted the request, amused. Before I could type anything, she dragged me into a group chat. A bunch of profiles with generic, handsome guy pictures started attacking me. [Just because you’re Joe’s sister, you can insult people? How dare you disrespect others like that?] [We heard you always exploit your brother. Why don’t you just go die already? Should we expose you online?] “I Don’t Like Coriander” was particularly aggressive. [He’s just a student, and you’re making him buy you designer bags worth hundreds of thousands? Have you no shame?] [You’ll get married someday, and the West Group will be all his. You’re just spending his money now, you know?] I was utterly speechless. My brother really had a knack for finding these insufferable girlfriends. The group chat continued with more insults: [Looking at your social media, always dressing so provocatively. Don’t tell me you’re trying to seduce your own brother?] It was disgusting. But I’d calmed down by now. I typed: [I wasn’t going to get involved, but since you seem so familiar with the ins and outs of prostitution, I feel obliged to warn my brother. Better be careful not to catch anything nasty.]

A barrage of profanity-laced messages popped up. I chuckled: [ Ooh, looks like I struck a nerve.] “I Don’t Like Coriander” exploded: [You’re dead meat, bitch!] [Easy there, I can smell your meltdown from here.] I typed before swiftly exiting the group and blocking everyone. I shared screenshots of their abuse in the family group chat. Joe panicked. “Rebecca, delete those! What if people misunderstand Ashley?” “Misunderstand what? It’s all there in black and white,” I replied nonchalantly, playing a game on speakerphone. Joe’s voice was flustered. “She didn’t know the family card money was yours. She thought you were trying to seduce me. It’s because you changed your contact to ‘Boss’ on my phone…” I thought, “The little twerp is blaming me!” My temper flared again. “So it’s my fault now? You took the bag meant for me without a word, and now you’re blaming me? I ought to call the cops!” “No, please!” Joe hesitated before admitting, “Ashley has depression. She’s emotionally unstable and can’t handle the police. I’m begging you, sis. Apologize to her! “I really love her and I’m afraid she might do something stupid…” “Depression? Sounds more like rabies to me.” I hung up and blocked him. The family group chat exploded. [What the hell? Woke up to see a two-faced snake.] [Always thought Joe was slow, but this dumb? Dating someone like that?] Joe meekly posted six dots before getting booted from the chat. My mother, Amanda West, called. She said, “My poor baby girl. Don’t worry, your dad and I are heading to the city. We’ll tear that girl apart!” My dad, Vincent West, was fuming in the background. “My precious daughter’s never been insulted like this in her life!” After some pleasantries, I took some vitamins and settled in for a beauty nap. The West Group had an open-door policy where everyone from directors to janitors could give feedback weekly. Lately, several department heads had been grumbling, taking subtle digs at me. Puzzled, I decided to investigate the next day. I went undercover in plain business attire, infiltrating the most disgruntled department—HR. In the break room corner, I was grimacing at my new awful coffee when two interns walked in. One carried a familiar handbag—identical to the one the brand had promised me. I smirked as they started gossiping, ignoring my presence. “Her contact is ‘Boss,’ and she’s always ordering my boyfriend around. Even if she’s his sister, isn’t that weird?” “Gross, she definitely has the hots for her brother.” I wanted to gag. They glanced at me, assuming I wouldn’t dare speak up. “Hey, pour me my favorite coffee.” I thought, “I’d like to see what they’re going to say.” As I handed over the coffee, I caught the handbag girl’s name tag. Intern: Ashley Maxwell. The West Group interns were typically from top universities with strict entry requirements. I thought, “That idiot brother snuck his girlfriend into the company. No wonder everyone’s complaining!” Ashley smirked. “A limited-edition bag worth hundreds of thousands of dollars. My boyfriend’s just a college senior. I’ve never seen anyone so shameless.” I had to laugh. In my head, I retorted, “So spending my own money is shameless, but buying you a bag is perfectly fine? Now that’s what I call shameless!”

Ashley pouted, saying, “Besides, isn’t it normal for the main chick to go off on the side piece? “She’s an outsider eyeing the family fortune, trying to seduce her own brother. I just wanted to teach her a lesson in that group chat, but she couldn’t handle it and bailed.” “Babe, your mouth is something else. No wonder Mr. West loves to kiss it.” Her friend simpered. One twisting facts, the other brown-nosing. I nearly gagged, thinking, “Joe must be desperate to want this piece of work.” “Once I marry Joe, I’ll convince him to marry off Rebecca to some farmer. She can pop out babies in the fields all day. That’ll teach her,” Ashley said. “Brilliant! Perfect for dealing with that fake prude.” I felt sicker by the second. How could any woman say such things? Their gossip continued, but suddenly, there was a commotion outside. I peeked out to see our housekeeper, Megan Fox, who’d likely just arrived from the West Estate. My parents were used to her cooking, so she’d come along to the city. She was still in her country-style clothes, sitting quietly and properly in place. I poured her a glass of water, but before I could hand it over, someone knocked it out of my hand. “Where’d this old hag come from? You think the West Group is a place for lowlifes like you?” Ashley spat. She turned to me. “Playing nice, huh? Trying to impress my boyfriend?” Seeing my eye twitch, she impatiently kicked Megan. “Just here for the free AC, you cheap old bag? “You’re covered in germs and viruses, disgusting. Who let you into the West Group anyway?” Her intern friend chimed in, “This is the future Mrs. West. She’s being nice by just kicking you. If you know what’s good for you, get lost.” Megan looked bewildered. “Who are you two?” She glanced at me, confused, muttering, “I didn’t know Joe had a fiancée…” She’d been with my parents for years, practically part of the company. Ashley, not catching that, still flew off the handle. “What are you mumbling about? Talking shit about me?” I thought, “Depression’s just one of her issues. This nutjob’s got paranoia, too!” “Apologize, you old bitch!” Ashley screamed, suddenly slapping Megan hard. I couldn’t stop it in time, watching helplessly as Megan fell. Megan had practically raised Joe and me when our parents were busy. We were incredibly close. Rage boiled over. I lunged forward, grabbed Ashley’s hair, and slapped her five times in quick succession. She stood there stunned. “How dare you hit me!” “Do I need a reason to slap an idiot?” I retorted, about to kick her. Suddenly, a powerful force shoved me to the ground from behind. A voice roared, “You’re the idiot! Nobody touches my girlfriend!” Joe had appeared out of nowhere. Ashley’s hate-filled eyes instantly brimmed with tears. She clung to Joe’s arm, “Baby, she hit me! “You have to fire her. I’m so hurt.” “It reminds me of when I was bullied before…” Joe was furious, glaring at me menacingly. “You…” He was taken aback. As Joe snapped back to reality, he met Megan’s furious gaze, and panic set in. “You guys…” I crossed my arms and said with a smirk. “If you apologize now, I might just consider not kicking you to the curb.” “Rebecca, I…” Joe’s words faltered, cut short by his girlfriend’s sudden outburst. “Who do you think you are, demanding an apology? You’ve got some nerve, you little thief!” Ashley looked at Megan, who was clearly confused, fuming. “It’s that old hag over there! I don’t know how she managed to sneak into the West Group, but she’s definitely up to no good. “Filthy and disgusting! Who knows what kind of germs she’s carrying?” She pointed a finger at me, her voice dripping with disdain. “And this cheap woman? She’s just trying to show off in front of you, hoping to play the nice guy and seduce you. “How dare you make my boyfriend apologize? “Do you even know who he is? This whole company belongs to him! If he tells you to scram, you better get out! “Honestly, you should take a good look in the mirror. I bet your mom was out selling herself, and you inherited that charm.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I thought, “Wow, such filthy language! Looks like your innocent persona is crumbling a bit, but I’m not about to let you off easy.”

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Three months after the breakup, my girlfriend, Nicole Adams, got engaged to her new boyfriend, Quinn Turner. She had pursued me so passionately, saying countless times a day that she loved me, urging me to come back, and asking me why I didn’t like her. However, in the end, she fell in love with someone else. After our seven-year relationship, we severed ties. I finally gave up on her completely.

I had fallen deeply in love with Shawn Nicolson, the proud but poor classmate, and willingly became his loyal follower. He took my supplementary credit card but refused to let me get close to him. “Stay away from me. Just seeing your rich-girl act makes me sick!” He used my money to buy luxury goods like a man possessed, pursuing the penniless school beauty and even throwing her a lavish birthday party at the most luxurious hotel. He painted himself as a wealthy man and became the object of everyone’s envy. Yet I remained hopelessly devoted to him. After graduation, I gave up my entire inheritance as a wedding gift and finally married him. However, during our honeymoon, he stood by and watched as I struggled in the water until I drowned. “Every time I think about how you tried to control me with money, I wish you’d just disappear already.” When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in our university classroom on the very day Shawn had asked me for money. I slapped him hard across the face with the card. “Even a beggar knows how to kneel and plead. Who do you think you are?” “Chelsea, why isn’t there any money on this card? You made me and Alexandrina look like fools!” Shawn was banging his fist on the table, fuming, while holding my supplementary card. Alexandrina Schneider, trying to console him, sneered at me, “Chelsea, I know you’re jealous of how nice Shawn is to me, but doing this just embarrasses him.” “You really never think about Shawn’s feelings!” Watching them, I suddenly realized this was the day Shawn had rented out a hotel to celebrate Alexandrina’s birthday. That day, because of a bank system maintenance, Shawn was told he had exceeded his credit limit when trying to pay. He had stormed out, leaving everyone behind to rush back to school and confront me, who hadn’t even been invited, furiously blaming me for it. Back then, blinded by love, I had actually apologized to Shawn and personally called the bank to lift the limit. From that day on, Shawn was regarded as a wealthy man, and Alexandrina, favored by him, became someone everyone envied. Recalling the tragic end of my previous life, I pressed my throbbing temples. “Of course, there’s no money on the card because it was never yours to begin with.” With that, I snatched the supplementary card from Shawn’s hand and put it back into my pocket. Alexandrina looked puzzled, glancing innocently at Shawn. “Shawn, what does she mean by this?” Shawn’s expression turned ugly as he glared at me. “Chelsea, you’re just the daughter of a housekeeper. How dare you act this way towards me! “I’ll count to three. You’d better call the bank and lift the limit, or don’t blame me for what happens next!” I calmly raised an eyebrow. “Sure, do as you please.” Seeing my arrogance, Alexandrina immediately snapped, “Chelsea, Shawn felt sorry for you and sponsored your education. You’re just a housekeeper’s daughter; how dare you talk to him like that!” Her voice was loud, and those who had just returned to the classroom chimed in after hearing her. “Has Chelsea gone mad? How can she be so disrespectful to the one who sponsored her?” “You didn’t know? Chelsea’s got a crush on Mr. Nicolson. She’s just jealous.” “Disgusting. She’s just a poor student. What does she have to compete with Alexandrina?” I raised my head slightly, scrutinizing the two people in front of me. One wore branded clothes and shoes I had bought, and the other flaunted jewelry and bags bought with my card. Compared to them, I did look far less wealthy. However, I felt that wearing plain clothes should never be a reason for humiliation. I glanced at my classmates, who were whispering. “You’re all so good at kissing up to Shawn; how come you got kicked out of the hotel?” Shawn’s face turned a shade darker, and he threatened me in a low voice, “Chelsea, if you say one more word, you’re dead!” Looking at Shawn’s vicious expression, I was filled with disdain. I thought to myself, “How did I not see it before? This man from a poor background acted all high and mighty around me, yet he loved to pretend he was wealthy in front of others. I’m really curious. Without my money, would he still put on that act?”

Seeing that I didn’t argue further, Shawn seemed to think he had the upper hand. He snapped his fingers, and once everyone’s attention turned to him, he flashed a dazzling smile. “It was just a little hiccup today. I have a lot of funds moving around, so the bank temporarily flagged my account…” Before he could finish, everyone began to praise him. “That’s the power of being from a wealthy family! I don’t even know what a bank flagging is.” “Of course you don’t. Mr. Nicolson is a rich heir; there’s a lot you don’t know.” Listening to the flattery, Shawn smiled. “Because of my oversight today, everyone made a wasted trip. “So, I’ve decided to move Alexandrina’s birthday celebration to my family’s villa!” The classroom went silent for a few seconds, then erupted into cheers. “Did I hear that right? I’ve never even been to a villa in my whole life!” “Mr. Nicolson really is something. How do we get there?” “It’s an honor to be classmates with someone so wealthy!” Amid the chorus of compliments, Shawn turned a cold gaze on me. “Go make the arrangements.” I stood there, not moving. I questioned him directly in front of everyone, “Arrange what? Where would you get a villa?” Caught off guard by my straightforwardness, Shawn was stunned. But he quickly recovered and dragged me out of the classroom. “Chelsea, you’d better understand the situation here! “Because of you, I lost face today. The others almost thought I didn’t have money! “You have to arrange for everyone to go to the villa for Alexandrina’s birthday, or I won’t ever speak to you again!” I couldn’t help but laugh. “What, you think you’re some big deal? “What’s it to me if you don’t talk to me? I’m not afraid in the slightest.” Seeing that I wouldn’t bend or break, Shawn assumed I was just jealous of Alexandrina. He clenched his fists, breathing heavily. After a long moment, he seemed to make some sort of decision. “If you cooperate well, I’ll agree to be your boyfriend for a week after this.” I tried to hold it in, but I burst out laughing. But before I could refuse, an even better idea came to mind. Instead of letting him keep flaunting his fake wealth, why not expose him at my family’s place? Thinking of this, I stifled my laughter and nodded. Seeing that I had agreed, Shawn regained his aloof posture. “One week only. Not a second more. And don’t even think about taking advantage of me.” With that, he left me, still stifling my laughter, and strode off. When I returned to the classroom, everyone immediately clammed up, their eyes all on me. “She was so tough earlier. Now that she’s been put in her place, she must realize Mr. Nicolson’s power.” “She’s just a servant’s daughter, daring to go against a young master. I’ve never seen anyone like her. Mr. Nicolson is too kind.” My friend, Nicola Aston, tugged nervously at my sleeve. “Chelsea, are you okay? Don’t take their words to heart.” Seeing that someone was still willing to help me, Alexandrina rolled her eyes at Nicola. “Things of a kind come together. You lowlifes really do stick together.” Instead of getting angry, I looked meaningfully at Shawn and Alexandrina. “You’re right. Things of a kind do come together.” Shawn’s face darkened, and he glared at me. “Chelsea, you better watch your tone. Now call the driver to pick us up.” I looked at Shawn’s arrogant demeanor, smirked, and dialed the driver. Soon, a fleet of luxury cars pulled up at the school gate. The students’ eyes nearly popped out of their heads at the sight, which looked like a car exhibition. “No way, Mr. Nicolson, are all these your cars? I wouldn’t even dare to dream of this!” Shawn gave a slight smile, coolly walked over to the first car, elegantly opened the door, and made a courteous gesture for Alexandrina to enter. Alexandrina smiled, holding onto Shawn’s hand as she got into the car. She didn’t forget to roll her eyes at me. I watched this scene with a smile and stepped forward to open another car door. But Shawn quickly stepped in front of me, blocking my way. “You’re not allowed to come.” I raised my head in surprise, and the surrounding students burst into laughter. “Look, Chelsea doesn’t dare to cause trouble now.” “See what happens when you act up with the young master? She’s probably regretting it now.” I really hadn’t expected Shawn to be so brazen. At that moment, Alexandrina, already seated in the car, stuck her head out of the window. “Shawn, let’s get going.” Shawn replied cheerfully, then pushed me aside and beckoned for all the students to get in the cars. I was certain that this moment would be one Shawn would replay in his mind over and over as one of the highlights of his life. Unfortunately, when he gave the command to start, all the drivers stayed put, looking at me. “Aren’t you getting in, Miss?” Shawn was starting to get anxious. “I said go! Drive now!” The students started whispering among themselves. “Chelsea may be a big shot. Why are the drivers listening to her?” “Well, she’s the housekeeper’s daughter, so she’ll be a housekeeper too. Of course, the drivers listen to the housekeeper.” Ignoring the chatter, I raised an eyebrow at Shawn. Shawn glared at me coldly, gritting his teeth and said, “Get in the car.”

A line of luxury cars made its grand way toward the villa. When the students got out of the cars and looked up at the courtyard, they were almost stunned into silence. “No way. I thought a villa was just one house. How come this place looks like a palace?” “My God, it feels like a royal palace!” Shawn stood proudly at the entrance, adopting the stance of a master of the house. “Welcome, everyone. This is just the smallest of my family’s many properties.” He wasn’t wrong; this was indeed the smallest of the mansions owned by my family. This villa, built halfway up the mountainside, has a refreshing climate in the summer, where you can hear the sounds of a flowing spring. My parents often come here to escape the heat. That was why I chose this place. The villa’s architecture was inspired by a palace, and there was even a stone plaque at the entrance engraved with the owner’s surname. The plaque read: [Martinez]. Soon enough, one of the students noticed something odd and pointed at the plaque, asking, “Mr. Nicolson, why does your villa have Chelsea’s last name on it?” Her shout drew everyone’s attention. Shawn shot me a deadly glare and, after a moment of thought, explained, “You all know, our family’s housekeeper is Chelsea’s father.” “My parents are very kind. Chelsea and her family often stay at this villa, so…” Despite the absurdity of Shawn’s explanation, everyone seemed to nod in sudden understanding. “Wow, your family is way too good to their servants. No wonder Chelsea’s so arrogant.” “If it were me, I’d have kicked out such an insolent servant’s family a long time ago!” I stood quietly outside my own front door, watching this group of people pointing fingers at my home. I nearly burst out laughing, but I held it in! Shawn wanted to go inside, but Alexandrina clearly didn’t want to miss the chance to humiliate me further. She waited until the chatter quieted down before she took Shawn’s arm and strutted into the villa. “Shawn, I wonder when we can get that surname on the plaque changed.” Shawn, utterly bewitched by Alexandrina’s beauty, replied tenderly, “Maybe in a few days, it’ll have my girlfriend’s name on it.” Hearing this flirty remark, Alexandrina shyly swatted at Shawn. The rest of the group whooped, cheering, “Why don’t you two just get a room already?” They crowded around Shawn and Alexandrina as they climbed the steps, only to be stopped by a security guard. “This is a private residence,” the guard said sternly. “No tours allowed.” Shawn’s face turned pale instantly, and he glared at me. “What kind of trick are you playing now?” I gave the guard a slight smile. “Let them in; they’re all my friends.” The guard immediately allowed them to pass. However, a hint of confusion crossed the faces of the students. Alexandrina leaned over to whisper into Shawn’s ear, and I didn’t need to hear it to know what she was saying. She definitely advised Shawn to keep his servants in line and not let me get too full of myself. Not long after, Shawn nodded in agreement, naturally taking Alexandrina’s hand. I paid no attention to the curious looks from the other students and called out loudly toward the villa, “Mom! Dad! I’m home!” Shawn’s face tightened as he pulled me aside, speaking in a low, harsh voice. “Chelsea, don’t try anything funny.” I shrugged off his hand and replied loudly, “I’m only lending you the villa. I never said I’d give it to you.” After hearing this, everyone was taken aback. All these strange occurrences were starting to make them question who the real owner of this villa was. However, what I hadn’t expected was that my parents, who always spent their summers here, were not home today. Seeing that no one answered after I called out for a while, Shawn’s expression finally relaxed. Having shown off enough in front of Alexandrina, he decided to act like the owner of the villa. “Chelsea, this is my final warning to you. Stop this nonsense! “How could your parents possibly be here? Your parents are now…” In the end, he didn’t dare say anything too harsh and instead said, “They must be very busy right now!” With that, the students misunderstood again, whispering and laughing among themselves. “Chelsea’s quite the actor. She must’ve been shouting for her parents for ages before she remembered they’re housekeepers for someone else.” “Chelsea really loves to show off.” “Mr. Nicolson has such a good temper, treating his servants so well. I’m even a little jealous.” I wasn’t angry; instead, I looked at Shawn with a smile. “Dear Mr. Nicolson, they dare to say it, but how dare you believe it? Have you really started to think of this place as your own?” Seeing me still daring to talk back, the students quickly shoved me out of the door. I stumbled and fell to the ground. Seeing me fall, Lorenzo Beckett, the butler who had always been polite to them, immediately darkened his face. The bodyguards stationed outside the villa quickly rushed in, surrounding them in an instant.

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On our fifth visit to the city hall with my boyfriend, Yves Whitman, we still hadn’t received our marriage license. We had chosen a special date, but he received a phone call and became eager to leave. With tears in my eyes, I pointed at the screen, trying to persuade him to stay. “It’s our turn next. Getting the license is quick and can be completed in about ten minutes, especially with fewer people around. “It won’t be too late for you to get busy after we get the license.” Yves owned a company and had plenty of free time, which was why I mentioned it. But he glanced at the screen and gave me the waiting number he had got, looking impatient. “I can marry you anytime, but I have something to take care of right now. Don’t make a fuss.” … I lowered my head and silently grasped the waiting number. Yves still left, leaving me alone in the city hall. At an inopportune moment, the loudspeaker alerted me that it was our turn to go to the front desk for the marriage license. With tears in my eyes, I tossed the waiting number into the trash can. Yves and I had been in love for five years. He proposed to me two years ago, but we had not yet obtained the marriage license. My phone suddenly rang, and my mother’s joyful voice came from the other end of the phone. “How’s it going? Have you obtained the marriage license with Yves?” My mother was diagnosed with cancer two years ago, and her health had been getting worse. She hoped that I could obtain the marriage license, have the wedding ceremony, and enter into a happy marriage before she passed away. I sniffed and made up an ambiguous excuse. After a brief pause, my mother’s tone was filled with deep disappointment. “Yves is busy with work. I can understand…” As soon as I arrived home, my phone suddenly vibrated with notifications from a group chat. Jennifer Lewis, Yves’ ex-girlfriend, sent a picture and two messages. [Today is Christmas. I mentioned wanting his gift right away, so he quickly set aside what he was doing and came to see me.] [He’s always at my beck and call and consistently keeps his promises.] The picture showed Yves lowering his head and carefully putting a gold necklace on her. Someone in the group chat responded quickly: [I envy you so much. The relationship between childhood sweethearts is really desirable.] [A couple can still be friends after breaking up. Isn’t this the best example?] ​It was our university group chat, and the individual was right.​ Yves and Jennifer had been in a relationship, and she even had an abortion for him. Therefore, during every festival, he would spend the first day with her and the following day with me. I had quarreled with him before, but he was always impatient. “She had an abortion for me, which may affect how other men view her in the future. I can only treat her well before she gets married. “Besides, it’s just a matter of spending the holiday with you a day later. I’ll still accompany you.” ​Even so, I was sad to celebrate the holiday a day later.​ I silently sent a photo of myself eating alone. [Merry Christmas.] Someone in the group chat promptly realized that Yves and I were not together. [Oh, my goodness! I thought Cynthia was on a business trip, but it turns out that Yves spent the holiday with his ex-girlfriend instead of his current girlfriend.] [Hey, I’ve always said that Jennifer is not a good woman.] [I feel sorry for Cynthia. She mentioned that her mother wanted her to get married and hold a wedding this year. I wonder if her plans will be ruined…] My phone suddenly vibrated with a special reminder. Yves advised: [Let’s go to your parents’ house tomorrow to discuss the wedding.] We had been in a relationship for five years. Except for the proposal, he had never visited my parents. He always excused himself for being so busy that he couldn’t even spare a day to accompany me home. But whenever Jennifer called Yves, saying that she had a stomachache from the abortion or wanted to see him, he would be there within half an hour. I knew he was trying to please me. If it had been in the past, I would have gladly agreed and prepared gifts for my parents on his behalf. Now, I was tired. [Let’s talk about it later.] [Why are you angry?] Yves replied to me almost instantly, and his cold words betrayed his impatience. Oh, I forgot a fact. I couldn’t lose my temper with him. Only Jennifer had the right to throw a tantrum in front of him. He urged me again by sending a question mark. After hesitating for a moment and considering my mother’s expectations, I set down the bathrobe and responded: [Okay.] The next day, I asked for leave and took a bus home in advance, while Yves said he would arrive later. Upon hearing that he was coming, my mother, though in poor health, went to the supermarket to buy groceries early in the morning. Despite the pain from the tumor, she enthusiastically prepared various delicious dishes. My parents waited from the afternoon until midnight, but Yves didn’t show up. I called him countless times but couldn’t get through. Worried that I would be in a bad mood, my mother tried to make excuses for him. Even after the meal, Yves did not call back. The next afternoon, as soon as I got back to work, my boss, Laura Baker, called me into her office. “Have you decided to be the deputy general manager in Zephriville? “You are fully capable of this position. If yes, I will recommend you for the position. Cynthia, think carefully. This is your last chance.” I was stunned.

Two years ago, when our boss opened the first branch in Zephriville, Laura, a senior executive, quickly invited me. At that time, Yves had not started his own business yet, and I asked him to settle down in Zephriville with me. After all, this was a second-tier city, whereas Zephriville, a first-tier city by the sea, offered more opportunities. But Yves said it was unnecessary to move so far and live with me in my hometown. Back then, he just had a ring and didn’t bother to create a special venue for the proposal. I asked him why he didn’t prepare a surprise for me or decorate the venue. He replied casually, “It’s unnecessary. You will say yes anyway.” But for Jennifer’s birthday party, he made a big deal out of it and insisted it was necessary. This time, I wanted to live for myself. “My family is in Zephriville. Laura, please recommend me for the position. I will get the application materials ready.” Laura showed a relieved smile on her face. “Okay. It’s great that you’ve made up your mind.” Two days later, I took part in an online interview and luckily passed it. Our boss asked me to finish the work here and come to the branch in Zephriville as soon as possible. So, I spent New Year’s Eve and New Year’s Day in the office. On Monday, Laura, who had also worked overtime, was about to leave but then turned back. She winked and reminded me, “Cynthia, your boyfriend is here.” I stood up and walked out. To my surprise, I saw Yves sitting at the door. “Are you still busy? I’ll spend the holidays with you.” “Oh, yesterday was New Year’s Day.” I looked at the calendar and realized that I had ignored the date. Yves took the bag from me and pressed the elevator button. “Laura told me that you are going to work at the branch in Zephriville, right?” “Yeah,” I replied. Yves’ expression darkened, and he seemed very displeased. “Why didn’t you discuss such an important matter with me?” I glanced at him calmly. “I called you the day before yesterday, but you didn’t answer.” Yves’ brows furrowed. He opened the front passenger door for me, lowered his eyes, and said, “Let’s celebrate New Year’s Day today and have dinner at that restaurant. You mentioned the food was delicious last time.” “Sure.” He turned on the navigation and had just entered the highway when his cell phone rang. It was Jennifer again. “Yves, my stomach hurts so much that I can’t breathe. “Would you please accompany me? If yes, I won’t feel any pain. “Yves, come over right now…” As expected, Yves panicked. He stared at me. “Jennifer has a stomachache. I think it’s a sequela of abortion. I need to stay with her.” I closed my eyes. “I know. Go ahead.” Yves secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He dropped me off at the nearest highway service area and drove away at high speed. Half an hour later, the taxi I had called finally arrived. Seeing that I was alone, the driver was puzzled. “Miss, why are you alone in the highway service area?” I gazed at the traffic outside the window, tears welling up in my eyes. “Someone left me behind.” In the past, being abandoned would have caused me intense pain and made me hysterical, but now I just felt calm. As soon as I got in the taxi, Jennifer sent a message in the group chat. [My lower abdomen hurts a lot, and I’m out of painkillers. What should I do?] Yves replied immediately: [Don’t be afraid. I’ll be there in five minutes.] I smiled. It would be a great disappointment if they didn’t get back together. In the middle of the night, Yves actually came back. He used to stay overnight at Jennifer’s house.​ “Baby, it’s your birthday the day after tomorrow. I’ll celebrate it with you.” He hugged me and made a promise to me affectionately. I frowned and removed his hand from my waist. “What’s wrong? Baby, don’t you want me to celebrate your birthday with you?” “You will leave.” He promised solemnly, “I won’t.” My birthday was in two days. I anticipated that Yves might break his promise again because of Jennifer. Unexpectedly, he had actually prepared a surprise this time. “Baby, open the gift. This is the first time I’m hosting a birthday party for you.” I fell silent. It turned out that he was also aware that this was the first time he had ever hosted a birthday party for me.​ I fixed my eyes on the gift box, which was as tall as an adult’s calf, and felt a surge of happiness. As soon as I opened it, a little Alaskan Malamute ran out and barked excitedly twice. My face turned pale. “This puppy is a stunning show dog. I put a lot of effort into getting it.” Yves leaned over and looked at me proudly. I glanced at the little Alaskan Malamute, which was spotless and had a pink bow tied around its neck. It showed that Yves had made careful preparations. But he forgot that I had a phobia about dogs. I was bitten by a dog in junior high school, losing two chunks of flesh from my calf. Now, I was afraid of dogs. However, Jennifer liked dogs and raised a lot of puppies. “Do you like it?” Yves asked expectantly, lifting the puppy. “Jennifer’s favorite…” I took two steps back in fear and interrupted him coldly, “Yves, I was bitten by a dog, and I have a stress reaction. Keep it away from me.” Yves was stunned for a few seconds.

The puppy attempted to pounce on me. I was so scared that I immediately rushed back to my bedroom and quickly closed the door. After a while, Yves came in and hugged me from behind. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were afraid of dogs. I sent it away.” “Okay,” I replied. It suddenly dawned on me that Yves was actually quite unfamiliar with me. After five years of dating, I remembered all his preferences, but he knew nothing about me. But even though he and Jennifer had broken up for eight years, he could still clearly tell her preferences. “Don’t be angry. I’m free tomorrow. Let’s get a marriage license, okay?” In the darkness, his voice was gentle and affectionate. I thought I would refuse him firmly, but I couldn’t help but be touched. I would give him one last chance. The next morning, I put on my makeup and beautiful clothes. Yves also changed into a handsome suit and drove me to the city hall. This time, he deliberately turned his phone to flight mode and used my phone for navigation. There was dead silence throughout the journey until we arrived at the city hall, took a number, and joined the queue. His phone suddenly rang, and I glanced at him calmly. It seemed that Yves couldn’t help it. He seemed to notice my gaze, hurriedly turned his phone to silent mode, and put it in his pocket. But his phone kept vibrating. I glanced at the big screen. There was still a couple ahead of us. After they signed, it was our turn. “Answer it. You’re distracted and might even sign wrongly.” Yves hesitated for a moment and then nodded. He pressed the answer button, and a weak female voice came from the other end of the phone. “Yves, I’m bleeding down there. I’m at the hospital, and the doctor said it’s a sequela of abortion. Hurry over.” “I’m getting my license. I can’t leave.” Yves, nervous and worried, cast a cautious glance at me. I stared at him coldly. After a moment of silence, a familiar sharp female voice rang out. It wasn’t Jennifer’s voice, but it sounded more like that of her best friend Brittany. “Yves, Jennifer is in critical condition. She says she won’t perform surgery unless you come. “Do you want her to die? “You can get a marriage license at any time. She had an abortion for you. You should rush over right away.” After putting down his phone, Yves tried to speak several times but finally fell silent. “Go ahead.” I lowered my eyes. Yves sighed. He explained a lot. Before leaving, he was quite anxious. “I don’t want to leave, but she really needs me. Wait for me for an hour, and I’ll be back then, okay?” I kept a cold face and said nothing, staring at him. Yves sighed helplessly again and scratched his head irritably. “You know, she had an abortion for me.” I nodded calmly. “Go ahead. “I won’t wait for you this time.” Looking at Yves’ back, I threw the waiting number into the trash can, and my heart broke again. I made a great determination to come to the city hall with him this time. If we obtained the marriage license, I would forgive him and bring him home to visit my parents. Now, it seemed that I had to return to Zephriville alone. Yves still didn’t come back at night. But he called me and talked to me for more than half an hour. After hanging up, I was confused. Usually, when Yves was at Jennifer’s place, she would definitely stop him from reaching me. What was going on tonight? The next day, I went to the company to pack up, planning to go back to Zephriville in three days. Everyone in the office came to see me off. At the door of the company, I waved goodbye to a few old friends with tears in my eyes. “Cynthia, congratulations on your promotion. May you have a successful career.” I waved my hands reluctantly. “Everyone, come to Zephriville to visit me when you have time.” A colleague winked at me and asked curiously, “It’s strange that your husband actually agreed to let you go to the branch in Zephriville.” I smiled faintly and explained, “He is not my husband. We aren’t married, and we are about to break up.” With that, I sensed a burning, panicked gaze behind me. I turned around, only to find Yves standing behind me.

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I found out about my husband’s cancer diagnosis while he was having sex with other one.

After I found out I got pregnant, I went to church to seek blessings. That’s when I found it – a wish card he’d written just two weeks ago. “Cynthia, happy birthday! May you live a peaceful and joyful life.” Cynthia. My husband’s ex-girlfriend. Again. I went back home and threw the wish card at Samuel. His face darkened. “It’s just a blessing. Why making such a fuss about it?” Making a fuss? I laughed in a trance, tears streaming down my face. Samuel had forgotten. The day he wrote that wish for Cynthia was our third wedding anniversary. All he remembered was her birthday.

I arrived at the school gate of Shadow High School ten minutes early, but I chose not to walk inside yet. I hid behind a large oak tree, hoping to shield myself from the judgmental eyes of other students. School had become my least favorite place, a constant reminder of my differences and the painful truth I discovered when I was thirteen— I couldn’t shift like other werewolves because I was wolfless. That revelation turned my life upside down in ways I never could have imagined. I became the different one. The wolfless are born with bad luck, they said. And it did feel like a curse. Since then, I could no longer catch up with my peers who had already shifted in terms of physical strength. Werewolves, especially teenagers in school, valued athletic abilities. Slowly but surely, my friends distanced themselves from me, and I became an outsider amongst my kind. I spent a long time getting used to my “difference”, and I realized I should not let my circumstances define me. I channeled my energy into improving my intelligence. If I couldn’t rely on physical strength, then I would build up my mental power through dedication and hard work. Books became my refuge, my source of knowledge and empowerment. As a result, my naturally tanned skin grew pale, and the fire in my spirit dwindled. Thick glasses became a constant companion. What I didn’t expect is now as a transfer student, it got worse. I started to get bullied in the new school. A loud bell rang, signaling the start of the school day. A wave of dread coursed through my veins as I hurried inside, heading to my first class. The whole morning was the werewolf combat training session—the one I feared the most. I knew I couldn’t measure up to my classmates in a place where strength was highly valued. After changing into my gym clothes, I joined the huddled circle of my classmates. Resigned to my usual role on the sidelines, I prepared to fade into the background with my books. But just as I was about to retreat into the safety of pages, our coach’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “Everyone split up into partners and try to include everyone this time,” Coach called out, his words carrying a tinge of emphasis on inclusivity. “Shana, be my partner.” It was Jessica. She said it with a smile on her pretty face, but her voice betrayed her true intentions. Ever since I started here, her teasing and jeering never stopped. “I’d never let a wolfless girl drill by herself,” Jessica continued. Laughter erupted from the entire class. I felt blood rush to my cheeks. “Alright. Don’t use your wolf with Shana,” Coach warned Jessica before blowing his whistle. “Of course, Coach! I’ll go easy on her,” Jessica promised, but it was clearly a lie. She stood across from me, cracking her neck from side to side. In comparison to my fragile body, Jessica was curvy but muscular, with powerful arms and legs. I clenched my fists. Jessica wasted no time in demonstrating her strength, knocking me off balance effortlessly. I struggled to keep up, feeling the stark difference in our physical abilities. Her teasing and taunting only served to highlight my perceived weaknesses. “That’s the best you’ve got?” Jessica sneered; her fists raised in challenge. Gritting my teeth, I mustered all the strength I could, attempting to knock her off her feet. But predictably, Jessica was faster and more skilled, effortlessly dodging my attempts. She threw her weight into my shoulder, causing me to stumble back. I only had a moment to regain my balance before she shoved me again. The class snickered around us, cheering for Jessica as she stalked forward, her eyes shining with amusement. I always wondered why they had treated me so horribly, only because I was different. “Why the long face, Shana?” Jessica taunted. “Aren’t you going to try to hit me back? I’ve hardly got a scratch!” A scratch? Boy, did I want to give her a scratch right across that smug smile on her face… Anger bubbled beneath the surface of my skin, and I charged for Jessica. She seemed surprised by my outburst, but it wasn’t enough to stop her. In a deliberate move, she knocked my glasses off my face, leaving me disoriented and vulnerable on the ground. To add insult to injury, a shove from behind sent me sprawling, humiliated, as the surrounding students reveled in the spectacle. “That was too easy! How can we practice with Shana when her lack of strength affects our training? She’s not as good as us,” Jessica argued with the coach, shooting me a venomous glare. The coach, left with little choice, instructed me to take a rest, effectively excusing me from the remainder of the training session. Jessica and her friends high-fived each other, pleased with themselves for exiling me. Frustration welled up inside me as I watched my classmates continue their training, once again sidelined due to my perceived weakness. The tears welled up in my eyes, a mix of anger, and deep sadness. The weight of their jeers and my own inadequacy threatened to crush me. You’re not weak, Shana, just different. Don’t let them make you feel this way. With trembling hands, I picked myself up from the ground and dusted off my clothes. My eyes became watery, but I refused to let any tears fall. As I turned away from their laughter, I made a silent promise to myself— to fight not with fists or claws, but with resilience, intelligence, and unwavering self-belief. They wouldn’t see me cry. Not today. Not ever. Unable to bear the humiliation any longer. I sought refuge in the ice hockey stadium, escaping the scorching heat of the day. The frigid air provided some solace as I settled down on the bleachers, pulling out my diary. It was my trusted confidant, the place where I poured my heart out, chronicling the relentless bullying I endured at school. I must’ve sat there for longer than I imagined, lost in my thoughts, because I failed to notice the arrival of the ice hockey team until they surrounded me. My heart quickened its pace as I hastily closed my diary, assessing the players who stood before me. Our school’s mascot was a dragon, and that was reflected in the players uniforms. They were sleek, colored with shades of forest green and smokey black. The players seemed untouchable, powerful. “What are you doing here?” A guy with black hair asked, his gaze fixed on me. Startled, I stumbled over my words. “I—I was just leaving.” But before I could make my escape, another guy with tanned skin spoke. “You’re the new transfer student, the wolfless girl, aren’t you?” Speechless, I nodded, feeling my mouth go dry. “You’re a bad luck charm,” the tan boy snapped. “You need to leave. You’re going to rub off on the rest of our team.” “Yeah, we don’t need you and your kind here,” the dark-haired boy said. Suddenly, all of them were throwing insults at me, seeming to get closer and closer. Just then, the doors to the stadium swung open, and a tall figure with ruffled dark hair and piercing blue eyes stepped inside. His presence alone shut everyone up as all attention shifted towards him, including mine. Even though I had only been here for two months, I had heard of him countless times. It was Lucas, one of the few Alphas in our school. The captain of the ice hockey team and the notorious playboy of the school. My heart stilled as I watched him. He was an enigma to me. Everything I heard about him involved trouble, particularly regarding his reputation as a heartbreaker. But I’d also heard his smile was devastating, his mouth always coming up with quick wit or flirty banter. And looking at him now, I couldn’t really blame anyone for getting their heartbroken by him. He was a welcomed kind of trouble. “What are you guys doing?” Lucas’s deep, commanding voice echoed through the stadium walls. His eyes fell to my panicked face briefly before returning to his teammates. “Our next game is this Saturday. Quit wasting time and get your asses ready for training.” The players around me paused, momentarily taken aback by Lucas’s authoritative presence. “Well?” Lucas continued, his gaze piercing. “What are you all waiting for? Go!” As if snapped out of a trance, the boys swiftly moved past me, their heads bowed as they passed their team captain. Lucas’s jaw was set as he glared at his teammates. I had never been around Lucas before, but his no-nonsense demeanor took me by surprise. He wasn’t the flirty, carefree guy I had imagined him to be. There was a harsh severity in his gaze that sent a shiver down my spine. However, when his gaze returned to me, I was surprised that I didn’t feel as nervous as I expected. Instead, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of familiarity when our eyes locked.

“I think we should kick her out of here,” the tanned boy suggested as he passed Lucas, his words dripping with contempt. “She’s the wolfless girl. All of her bad luck is going to rub off on the team.” His use of the term “wolfless” made it sound as if I had some kind of contagious disease, someone to be avoided at all costs. And in some ways, I supposed I was. Lucas, with a furrowed brow, looked at me, his deep blue eyes reminiscent of calm ocean waves after a storm. It was evident he was torn, unsure of what to do. Normally, I would have already left to avoid any further trouble, especially in front of such an intimidating audience. I didn’t know if it was because of his familiarity or his hesitation, so I decided to say something for myself. “You won’t even know I’m here,” I managed to say to Lucas. There was a friendliness in his gaze that gave me the courage to continue. “I’m only sitting here because it’s too hot outside. And besides, this stadium is public school property, meaning anyone is free to visit.” Lucas continued to stare at me in silence, his eyes locked onto mine. “I promise I won’t bother you or the team. Please…” Without uttering a single word, he nodded and turned away, barking orders at his teammates to begin practice. As I looked around, I could see that the other players on the hockey team didn’t agree with Lucas’s decision to let me stay on the bleachers. Their glances in my direction were filled with concern and hesitation. “Stop staring at her. Pretend she isn’t here,” Lucas commanded his teammates firmly. Then, his eyes returned to mine from across the room. “She promised she wouldn’t disturb us, right?” I nodded, my agreement absentminded. With that, the hockey team started their practice, gradually forgetting my presence. Perched at the top of the bleachers, I observed their synchronized movements on the ice. Even with their helmets on, I could easily identify each player, recognizing their unique styles and skills. Lucas, in particular, stood out as he led the team with precision and finesse. He was the embodiment of speed and strength, weaving effortlessly through his burly teammates and gliding across the ice as if he were one with it. The entire team worked in perfect harmony, their constant communication and seamless collaboration a testament to their dedication and skill. Among them, there was one player who seemed to make more mistakes than the others. From my vantage point, he appeared shorter than his teammates, struggling to keep up. Lucas, ever the leader, didn’t hesitate to correct and encourage the shorter player, using a light smack on the back of his shoulder as a sign of support whenever he stumbled. It was evident that Lucas commanded respect from the entire team, who looked to him for guidance. My eyes remained fixated on Lucas throughout the practice, captivated by his energy and control on the ice. I opened my diary and began to doodle. Every so often, looking up to watch him. Before I realized what I had done, I noticed I had sketched Lucas’s outline. There was something about him— a sense of familiarity that tugged at the corners of my memory. He reminded me so much of a friend from my childhood, someone who shared the same name. In a wave of nostalgia, I delved into the pages of my diary, seeking a concealed gem. And there it was— a photograph capturing two children, locked in a tender embrace. One, a girl beaming with a toothy grin, exuding boundless happiness in her vibrant pink sneakers and neatly tied pigtails. The other, a boy donning a baseball cap, his cherubic cheeks full and his captivating blue eyes shining. I once had a neighbor named Lucas, and we grew up together. To me, he was Bear— the boy who always greeted me with the warmest of hugs. Unfortunately, other children bullied Bear. They targeted him because he lived with his grandmother and his parents were never around. The kids also picked on him because he was much heavier than other kids our age. I hated seeing people bully Bear because of his weight and his family situation. It wasn’t fair, and anytime anyone tried to pick on Bear, I was the first person to make them regret their words. Bear became my only best friend, and I became his. When I was ten, my parents got divorced. I had to move away with my mother to live in a completely different city, leaving Bear. It was one of the hardest things I had to do. But then mom passed away three months ago, and I had to move back to my old city to live with my father… But there was no way that my Lucas could be this charming Alpha skating on the ice in front of me. They were too different from each other. Plus, I had no idea if Lucas still lived in this city. Maybe I could go to his grandmother’s house and see if he’s around. But if Lucas still lived here and he happened to see me… what would he think of me now? I looked down at my thin limbs and pale skin. I was so different from the strong, confident girl I used to be when I was a child. Bear wouldn’t even recognize me. But I felt as if I wouldn’t recognize Bear either. After all, eight years had passed since I last saw him. For both of us, change was inevitable. I looked up from the picture in my hands and noticed that hockey practice was over. Most of the boys had skated off the ice and were making their way toward the locker rooms. Before I knew what my legs were doing, I started to climb down the bleachers, following the hockey team. Something inside of me was pushing my feet forward. Maybe he was the only one who would like to—to some extent—respect me as an individual here. “Lucas!” I called, trying to catch his attention. A few other hockey players heard me calling after their captain and laughed at me. I ignored them as I skipped down the bleachers, two at a time. But I didn’t miss the flashes of them taking pictures on their phones of the scene I was creating. Lucas was the last player to leave the ice, and his head turned in my direction when he heard me shouting his name. He held his helmet in one hand, and his dark hair was covered in sweat as it clung to his forehead. He stared at me, his ocean blue eyes unreadable. But he blinked slowly, as if he had just remembered I was there all along. “Thank you,” I blurted. “For letting me stay.” Lucas gave me the smallest of smiles. “Don’t mention it.” “You were amazing out there,” I said, breathlessly. I felt heat creep onto my cheeks, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. Lucas’s smile widened, and I couldn’t help but think it made him even more attractive. It was a dangerous smile, one that would make you desperate to impress him. I opened my mouth to say more, but another flash of a camera out of the corner of my eye had me stopping. I clamped my mouth shut and turned away, feeling too nervous to even utter another word. I collected my things and walked in the direction of the cafeteria. It was finally lunchtime, and I was starving. Besides, food could always cheer up a bad mood. “Look who it is!” a familiar voice sneered, making me freeze in my tracks. I didn’t even have to turn around as Jessica and all her followers surrounded me with malicious smiles. “We were just talking about you,” one of the followers giggled under her breath. My heart raced. Jessica plastered the fakest smile I had ever seen on her face. “Did you just confess your love to Lucas?”

“What?” I stared at Jessica in disbelief, my heart racing in my chest. The weight of her words bore down on me, filling me with confusion. “We’ve heard the rumors,” Jessica said, her voice filled with both amusement and superiority, as she casually pointed to her group of friends surrounding her. “You’ve been keeping yourself pretty busy today. Haven’t you, Shana?” All of her minions stood there, smirks etched across their faces. Shadow High was a hub of gossip and rumors where whispers spread quickly. Every week there seemed to be a different story that students focused on. But as an outsider, I had always remained on the outskirts, unaware of the intricate network of information swirling around me. I had no friends, after all. There was no one to gossip with. “What rumor?” I asked in a barely audible voice, feeling a sense of unease creeping up my spine. Rolling her eyes, Jessica took out her phone from her pocket, a wicked smile playing on her lips. “Don’t even pretend like you don’t know. We’ve all seen the evidence.” She shoved the screen in front of my face, revealing a photo of me at the hockey rink, desperately calling out to Lucas. My heart sank as I realized how bad this looked on my part. It became evident that the hockey players were behind this cruel act. They had captured that vulnerable moment and shared it throughout the school via various group chats, ensuring everyone in the school would be able to see it. But that’s not what I was doing! I wanted to shout. This is all so wrong! As I read one of the text messages displayed on Jessica’s phone, a wave of humiliation washed over me. “LOL Shana just confessed her love to Alpha Lucas! Does she think she has a chance? She’s WOLFLESS and the school’s biggest LOSER. How pathetic!” Jessica’s laughter echoed in my ears, intensifying the pain caused by those hurtful words. “Seriously, Shana, what were you thinking? You and Lucas? You’re not even worthy of being in the same league as him.” Each word burned me and felt like a knife piercing deeper into my already wounded spirit. “He’s an Alpha, and you’re just a nobody,” Jessica continued, her voice filled with scorn, an arrogant smirk on her face. “He would never lower himself to be associated with someone like you.” Her friends nodded in agreement; their faces twisted with disdain. “Yeah, just take a look in the mirror!” one of them said. “Lucas would never fall for a girl who is damaged goods,” another one of them said. I allowed their insults to go through one ear, and out the other. Hearing that they thought I was fragile was nothing new. They’ve been calling me the wolfless freak all school year. So, amidst their torment, as usual, I tried to protect the remnants of my shattered self-esteem in my mind. I am just different. I will find my own way in this world. I’ll appear unbothered by their cruel words and menacing stares because I’m not the weak girl they think I am. But that encouragement quickly faded when one of Jessica’s friends noticed the diary clutched tightly in my trembling hands. “Wait, is that a diary?” the friend jeered, pointing mockingly at my cherished possession. “You still keep a diary?” Their mocking laughter reverberated through the cafeteria, intensifying my feelings of isolation and vulnerability. The weight of their mockery threatened to crush me, but I mustered the strength to step back, desperately trying to shield myself from their taunts. “Just leave me alone,” I said with as much courage as I could. Unaffected by my plea, Jessica lunged forward, attempting to grab the diary from my grasp. Swiftly sidestepping, I managed to avoid her, protecting the sanctuary of my private thoughts. I cannot let Jessica see my diary. It recorded everything that happened with my mother and all the things Jessica and other students did to me. It held words I used to encourage myself throughout the years being branded the “wolfless weirdo”. My emotions and tears will not bring them any compassion. If anything, it will invite even more mocking from Jessica. “You can’t hide your feelings for Lucas from me,” Jessica sneered, annoyance evident in her voice as she closed the distance between us. “I know what it’s like. You see, Lucas and I were very close. He’s my ex-boyfriend, and I’m pretty sure he still can’t forget all the… enjoyable times we had together.” A lump formed in my throat, and I swallowed hard, shocked by the revelation that Lucas had once been involved with Jessica. The only person in this school that I thought could possibly respect me, might be no different from Jessica. My illusions shattered into a thousand pieces as the ground beneath me seemed to crumble. Desperation flooded my veins, urging me to resist. Shaking my head, I tightened my grip on the diary, clutching it protectively against my chest. “No,” I managed to whisper, my voice trembling with defiance. I stood my ground, refusing to yield to their demands. But as I looked into Jessica’s menacing eyes, I realized I was no longer just an outcast; I was now at the mercy of their horrible whims. Jessica took another step forward, her fingers curling around the delicate crystal necklace hanging from my neck. With a sudden jerk, she pulled hard, tearing the necklace away from me, and severing the fragile thread that connected me to my mother’s memory. My neck stung with an ache as shock and anger surged through me, igniting a fierce determination. “Give me that back!” I shouted, my voice quivering with a mix of fury and desperation. My mother’s necklace meant so much to me. It was one of the few things of hers that I had left, and she had given it to me to keep and cherish. Seeing the necklace in Jessica’s hands made my blood boil. She wasn’t worthy enough to be holding onto that. Carelessly, Jessica tossed the necklace to one of her friends, who caught it with a triumphant grin. They started playing a twisted game of keep-away, tossing the necklace between them each time I tried to retrieve it, reveling in my anguish. Every failed attempt to reclaim my mother’s precious necklace heightened the pain that threatened to consume me. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision, as their teasing weighed me down. I didn’t want to cry, but I couldn’t help the inescapable feeling. I realized the cruel reality that I had become a victim of their relentless bullying. And they would never stop. The more I resisted, the more they enjoyed my suffering, and the louder their laughter became. I blamed myself for this situation, regret gnawing at my heart. If only I had ignored their questions about Lucas, maybe this torment could have been avoided. Maybe I could’ve walked away, and they would’ve left me alone? But then again, when had they ever decided to leave me alone and not torture me? Exactly, never. And now, I was stripped of my dignity and my mother’s necklace. Uncertainty engulfed me. Would I ever get my diary and my necklace back? The items that rightfully belonged to me. Suddenly, the necklace flew through the air and landed in the hands of someone else. Startled, I turned around, ready to retrieve the necklace, only to collide chest-first with the person who had caught it. “Please, give me that back,” I pleaded. “This is yours?” Hearing that familiar voice, I looked up, my teary eyes meeting a pair of deep ocean-blue eyes radiating an inexplicable warmth. It was Lucas.

Everyone in the cafeteria looked surprised to see Lucas standing there, but nobody was more surprised than me. He stood tall and almost looked like a fallen angel with his dark hair framing the edges of his face. His bright blue eyes shined as they scanned the students in the cafeteria. My heart skipped a beat as I watched Jessica, unable to contain her excitement, practically throw herself against Lucas. “Lucas, you’ll never guess it!” Jessica exclaimed, her voice laced with anticipation. “Shana just confessed her undying love for you!” Lucas turned his gaze towards me, raising an eyebrow inquisitively. His piercing blue eyes now locked onto mine, and I could feel myself blush under his scrutiny. He still held my mother’s necklace delicately in his hand, his fingers tracing its intricate design. My voice came out louder than intended as I spoke up, desperately trying to clarify the misunderstanding. “No, I never said that! It’s all just a rumor. That’s it,” I looked down at the necklace in his hands, “Can I please have my necklace back?” Lucas didn’t resist and handed the necklace back to me, our fingers briefly brushing against each other. As he pulled away, he walked off with the rest of his team, a group of people I hadn’t even noticed trailing behind him like loyal followers. Meanwhile, Jessica and her minions followed suit, snickering, and laughing about me as they walked away. It became apparent to me that Lucas was even more popular than I had initially thought. Everyone seemed to either want to be friends with him, date him, or simply be him. Clutching my mother’s necklace tightly in my hands, I decided to leave the cafeteria and seek solace in the bathroom. I needed a moment to collect my thoughts and process the whirlwind of emotions that had just consumed me. This was the second time Lucas had come to my aid. In the few weeks I had spent in this school, nobody had shown me any kindness until Lucas appeared in my life. It left me feeling grateful and indebted to him, even though I wasn’t sure if our paths would cross again. But a reluctant admission lingered in my thoughts, echoing Jessica’s words. Lucas and I were undeniably different. Everything he just did probably meant nothing to him. He was the popular Alpha captain, while I was just the girl without a wolf, burdened with an unexplained curse that hung over my head. And maybe Jessica was right… He’d never associate himself with a wolfless girl. Leaving the bathroom behind, I made my way to my locker. After unlocking it, I quickly consumed a sandwich I had stored in my bag, my mind preoccupied with the events of the day. As I ate, a sense of unease crept over me. Deciding it was best to leave my diary inside the locker, I closed it with a resolute thud. The thought of Jessica and her minions discovering my diary, and invading my most personal thoughts, sent shivers down my spine. I couldn’t bear the idea of them prying into my inner world, tearing apart the fragile walls I had built for myself. Determined to find the library, I walked down the hallway, my eyes scanning the surroundings to ensure that Jessica and her cronies weren’t lurking nearby. Their presence always brought with it an air of mockery and cruelty that I wanted to avoid. However, as I turned the corner, a scene unfolded before me that I wasn’t prepared for. Two figures stood unusually close to each other, locked in an intimate conversation. It was Jessica and Lucas. My instinct was to turn and hide my face, avoiding their attention at all costs. But before I could take another step, Lucas’s voice cut through the air, addressing me directly. “Hey!” Startled, I looked over my shoulder, finding Lucas’s eyes fixed on me. Jessica crossed her arms, a sly smile playing on her lips, clearly relishing the opportunity to witness our interaction. Lucas’s sheepish expression betrayed a mix of emotions as he studied me from head to toe. “Look, I get you might have a crush on me, but I’m not interested.” My mouth fell open, shocked by the revelation of what Jessica could have fed him. “Lucas, I don’t know what Jessica told you, but I don’t have a crush on you. I—” Interrupting me once again, Lucas dismissed my words, grouping me with the countless other girls who supposedly fell for him after a fleeting act of kindness. “I’ve seen it before,” Lucas said. “Girls get the wrong idea all the time.” He swiftly pulled out his phone and presented me with the same picture Jessica had shown me earlier at the hockey rink, exacerbating the rumors that were already spreading like wildfire. The humiliation burned deep within me, intensified by Jessica’s low whistle and her evident delight in my discomfort. “But that’s not true!” I shouted back at him. “You know all I told you was—” “For now, it is a rumor, but I can tell from the picture that you were desperate to find me…,” Lucas continued. “I want you to remember that nothing could ever happen between us. So, just please save me from all this gossip.” Infuriated, I spun away from them, refusing to dignify Lucas with a response. How dare he assume I was attracted to him just like all the other girls and turn me into a spectacle for everyone’s amusement? He was so full of himself! At that moment, he defined the epitome of an arrogant Alpha, blind to anyone’s feelings but his own. A complete and total Alpha-hole! Hadn’t he thought I’d been bothered enough for a single day? My belief that Lucas could be one of the few kind souls in this school shattered into countless pieces. It became painfully clear that trust was a scarce commodity within these walls. The only thing I was right about was that he was a totally different person from my Lucas. My Bear. I realized that not even Lucas was free from the horribleness that every student at this school seemed to possess. Which meant, I’d probably always be alone. No longer willing to subject myself to their ridicule, I decided to abandon the library altogether, seeking solace outside and allowing the fresh air to clear my troubled thoughts. Not long after my walk alone, I glanced at my phone to check the time and realized that my afternoon classes were about to commence. With a heavy heart, I reentered the school, heading towards my locker to retrieve my textbooks. However, as I approached it, a wave of shock washed over me. My locker was open. Frantically, I rummaged through its contents, desperately hoping that everything was still in place. Everything was still there, except for one very important thing… My diary was missing.

Someone had broken into my locker and stolen my diary. An overwhelming wave of anxiety swept through me as I realized that whoever had my diary now possessed all my private and personal secrets. The thought of my deepest thoughts, the details of my bullying experiences, and the words of encouragement I wrote to myself being exposed to the entire school made my heart race. I knew that if someone decided to broadcast it, I would become the laughingstock once and for all. And why wouldn’t they share that information? After all, I was the wolfless girl, the perpetual loser, the outcast who was the primary target of bullying. And then there was the drawing of Lucas in my diary… I cursed under my breath, realizing that if that drawing were made public, everyone would assume I was obsessively in love with him. This was an absolute nightmare. With trepidation, I made my way to class, keeping a vigilant eye on every student I passed, desperately searching for any sign of my missing diary. Who could have it? Who was responsible for this violation of my privacy? But as I stepped into the classroom, the sound of boisterous laughter reached my ears, instantly dampening my hopes. A crowd had gathered near the back of the room, and there she was—Jessica—reading my diary entries out loud, reveling in the amusement of my classmates. Jessica’s gaze met mine as I approached her, but instead of offering an apology, she adopted a fake pouting expression and placed a hand over her heart. “Shana, I had no idea you complained about me so much in your little diary,” she taunted, relishing in my vulnerability. “It truly saddens me to hear that.” Her words were like daggers, but it was the venomous glare from one of her classmates that intensified my humiliation. As Jessica flipped through my diary, she came across the page where I had drawn Lucas as an Alpha figure. Her smirk grew wider as she mocked me, “Damn, Shana, we all knew you had a crush on Lucas, but this? You’re actually obsessed. You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” I remained silent, understanding that my anger and humiliation would only fuel Jessica’s torment. Don’t excite them even more with your reaction, Shana. Learn from your experience. She cocked her head, her expression shifting as she noticed my lack of response. “Oh, and look what else we found,” she sneered, producing the picture of me and Bear. “You used to be so vibrant, so strong and tan. You looked like a completely different person back then, full of promise. What happened to you?” With a twisted smirk, she continued, “And who’s this in the picture with you? Your fat boyfriend? You two would make a cute couple… A fragile, broken little thing like you with a big, beefy man that could probably crush you.” A chilling suggestion erupted from one of Jessica’s minions. “You should share these entries in the school’s group chat! Everyone needs to know the truth about the wolfless girl.” “What a marvelous idea!” Jessica exclaimed, capturing photos of my drawing of Lucas and the childhood snapshot with Bear. The sound of her phone’s “whoosh” confirmed that the damaging message had been sent. I fought hard to suppress my emotions, biting down on my lip so fiercely that I feared it might draw blood. But the rage, humiliation, and despair surged within me, threatening to explode at any moment. As Jessica flipped through another page of my diary, making herself comfortable, she casually crossed her legs. “Your mother died,” she declared callously, her voice devoid of sympathy. She stated it as if it were an indisputable fact, not caring about the pain it inflicted. “Did she die because of you?” Jessica inquired, her eyes appraising me. “With you being wolfless and all… Your bad luck must have rubbed off on her.” I took a deep breath, attempting to steady myself. “Did you kill your mother, Shana?” The weight of her accusation was unbearable. In a fit of uncontrollable fury, I lunged at Jessica, my hand connecting with her cheek in a resounding slap that reverberated through the room. The sting in my palm was nothing compared to the satisfaction of momentarily silencing her. “Don’t you dare talk about my mother!” I screamed, my voice filled with anguish. But my triumph was short-lived. In an instant, one of Jessica’s minions forcefully pushed me to the ground, slamming my head against the floor. The impact caused my ears to ring, and before I could regain my composure, another person kicked me in the ribs, intensifying my agony. As the assault continued, the sound of an Alpha voice growled from the doorway, commanding attention, and inducing an eerie silence. Jessica froze, taking a step back from me, and the rest of the room lowered their heads in deference. Probably because I lacked the inner wolf, the primal essence that defined a wolf’s existence, I remained unaffected by the commanding resonance of the Alpha’s voice. Confused and disoriented, I glanced up, my eyes meeting a pair of piercing blue orbs. It was Lucas. It was considered highly improper for an Alpha to use its commanding voice in public, as it could affect other Betas and Omegas around them. But Lucas seemed unfazed by convention, disregarding any potential consequences. Pushing his way through the students, Lucas brushed past Jessica, focusing his unwavering attention on me. I couldn’t comprehend the concern reflected in his gaze. I touched my forehead and felt something wet and warm trickle down. Blood stained my fingertips, indicating an injury I hadn’t noticed before. Without hesitation, Lucas scooped me up in his arms, cradling me protectively, before swiftly exiting the classroom. Dizziness washed over me, and the world around me blurred as I struggled to stay conscious. “Where are you taking me?” I managed to ask, my voice was weak and trembling. “I’m helping you,” Lucas replied, his voice filled with sincerity. “Why?” I inquired, my hand clinging to the back of his neck for stability. “I thought you told me to stay away from you.” “You still remember your little neighbor Bear?” Lucas asked, his gaze never leaving mine. His fingers tightened their grip beneath my thighs. A surge of recognition jolted through me, and suddenly, everything seemed to fall into place. A genuine smile graced Lucas’s lips, one that was vastly different from his previous flirtatious ones. It radiated warmth and authenticity, causing a soothing sensation to spread within me. “Shana, you were there for me when I needed you. Now, it’s my turn to be there for you.” Blinking in astonishment, I found myself staring into the familiar face of Bear— the chubby-cheeked, infectious-smiled, and brilliantly blue-eyed best friend I had thought I lost. “Is it really you?” I asked, my voice filled with disbelief and awe, unsure if this moment was reality or a product of my head injury. “Are you truly my Bear?”

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Three years in prison for Jackson. As I stepped out of the jail, he was celebrating his third wedding anniversary with our son, Barry Gellar, and his beloved, Rebecca Perez. On the giant screen, Barry passionately kissed Rebecca, proclaiming, “I’m proud to have such a great mom.” I turned to Jackson, questioning, “If Rebecca’s his mom, then what am I?” Jackson accused me of being jealous, “What’s a little sacrifice for our son?” Suddenly, I felt utterly tired. As I handed him the divorce papers, Jackson asked with a frown, “Is this really about that little thing?” “Yes, it is. I don’t want you or our son anymore!” … On the day I stepped out of prison, I tossed aside everything I had—except for a single photograph of our little family from three years ago. As I finally walked through those heavy doors, the long-awaited sunlight kissed my face, and the air felt fresh and full of life. I stood there, soaking it all in, yet the hours stretched on from morning to evening without a sign of Jackson. When the prison guard finished their shift and took me to the city, she tried to reassure me, “You’ll be okay. Your family might take some time to adjust, but it’ll get better.” I nodded, the city’s neon lights blinding me as I tilted my head skyward to glance at the huge screen across the river. “Three, two, one…” The countdown echoed in my ears as familiar faces filled the screen. There was Jackson standing beside Rebecca, my son Barry grasping Rebecca’s hand tightly. A reporter below shouted, “Ms. Perez, you just won the Ruby Design Awards Gold Medal! What do you have to say?” With composure and grace, Rebecca faced the camera, her smile radiant. “I’m thrilled! And I must thank my wonderful husband and son.” The reporter nodded appreciatively, saying, “Ms. Perez is indeed a fantastic wife and mother! We’d love to hear from your family!” Barry jumped at the chance, grabbing the microphone. “Let me speak! I’m so proud to have such an amazing mom!” The camera shifted to Jackson. “And how about you, sir? Your actions say more than any words could!” A stir of excitement rippled through the crowd as someone jovially shouted, “Hey, isn’t today your three-year anniversary?” “Give her a kiss, give her a kiss!” came the chant. Amidst the cheers, I couldn’t take my eyes off the screen. Jackson seemed hesitant at first, but Rebecca leaned in, clearly unbothered by the attention. Barry gave Jackson a playful push, practically forcing him into Rebecca’s arms for a passionate kiss. I thought, “My brave boy—what a wingman! Deep inside, he must surely be thinking even more highly of his new mom, right?” Three years is neither a short nor a long time—it felt long enough that my longing for them made the days drag on like years but short enough that hopes for the future slipped right through my fingers like grains of sand. I had dreamt countless times of the moment we would embrace again, but the reality was quite different—it was them sharing that joy, not us. After three years behind bars, my family was gone. In this world, I felt like an unwanted ghost. With nowhere left to go, I returned to my grandfather Morton Aniston’s manor. The room was filled with heavy, dusty old furniture, the sun casting a dim light on everything. Morton’s memorial photo stood in a place of honor, looking over me with that ever-stern expression. I crouched before it, overcome with grief. Morton had never approved of Jackson. He once said that his little princess didn’t deserve to suffer alongside another man in tough times. We had fought bitterly about it. I told him that even if he looked down on Jackson, Jackson would soar to great heights. Jackson had that stubborn determination, and he did make something of himself. Then, just as he reached the pinnacle of his career, he was wrongfully accused of contract fraud. I took the fall for him, convinced that as long as Jackson was out there, he’d find a way to clear my name. But after I was incarcerated, he couldn’t find the evidence, and our son kept growing up without either of us. I didn’t know how long I sobbed before sleep eventually claimed me. When I woke again, there they were—Jackson and Barry—standing behind me. Seeing me on the floor, Jackson quickly shed his suit jacket and placed it over my shoulders. His voice held a note of reproach. “We searched all night, and you weren’t home. What are you doing here?” Confused, I lifted my gaze. “Where is my home?” The last time I had seen Jackson was a year ago during a visit. He had stopped coming, saying work was keeping him tied up with too many responsibilities. Barry was staring around at the Aniston manor; his nose crinkled in distaste. “What is this place? It’s filthy!” His gaze landed on me, suspicion in his eyes as he stepped back. “Dad, who is this old lady?”

The last time Jackson brought our son to see me, Barry was just a year old—too young to remember anything. Now, at three, he looked at me as if I were a stranger. Prison didn’t have beauty salons or yoga studios. I managed to keep my body in basic shape, but without proper skincare and with the prison’s enforced hairstyle, I had aged more than I cared to admit. “Barry, say ‘Mommy,’” Jackson urged softly. He shrugged off Jackson’s hand, his face scrunched up in defiance. “She’s not my mom! My mom is Rebecca! The famous designer! This woman doesn’t even wear designer clothes and has no style at all!” Jackson helped me to my feet, but my legs felt numb, and I stumbled right into his arms. Jackson was caught off guard, but his eyes lit up with joy. He stroked my hair, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. “Emilia, prison has certainly softened you.” My body tensed at his words. I mused, “Softened? Is that what he likes gentle women?” But I remembered how Jackson once said he loved my fierce spirit. That fierceness had always been reserved just for him. I never let him stay late at the office—too many late nights would hurt his liver. I forbade him from drinking with clients—it would wreck his stomach. I wouldn’t allow him to revise proposals endlessly—it would strain his eyes. And I definitely wouldn’t let him smoke to fit in with the crowd—it would damage his lungs. Yet, I had forgotten to tell him the one thing I couldn’t stand: him loving someone else because that would break my heart. I pushed Jackson away, quickly lowering my gaze. He misinterpreted my actions as shyness, his smile widening. I was just heartbroken, letting the tears spill silently onto the floor. But I swore this would be the last tear I shed for him. “Shall we go home?” he asked, his voice hopeful. “No, I’ll clean this place up and stay here,” I replied lightly, my meaning crystal clear. Barry, bored and restless, tugged on Jackson’s arm, eager to leave. “Dad, we promised Mom we’d go to the aquarium today to see the sea lions!” I remembered the time when Barry was still in my belly, feeling him kick like a little sea lion. I had told Jackson that once he was born and grown up, we’d take a family trip to the aquarium. Jackson frowned at Barry’s words. “Barry, I’ve told you, this is your mom.” “I don’t want to hear it! She’s not! I only want Rebecca as my mom!” With that, Barry bolted outside. As we rushed after him, the screech of tires echoed, and Barry fell to the ground, crying and clutching his face. “Barry!” In an instant, I dashed toward him, my heart aching at the sight of his scraped knee. But Barry pushed me away with surprising force. I was taken aback—what kind of hatred could a three-year-old muster to shove me like that? His cries grew louder, more desperate. “I want my mom! I want my mom!” Jackson turned away from me, scooping Barry into his arms to comfort him. “Don’t worry. Daddy will take you to find Mommy. We’ll go find Mommy.” At that moment, my mind was a whirlwind. The son I had carried for nine months, the one I had dreamt about day and night, didn’t even recognize me as his mother. It tore at my heart. I mused, “But then again, he is just a child. What does he truly understand? Have I been absent for so long that he has come to see someone else as his mom?” Guilt washed over me. Feeling overwhelmed, I reached out and took Barry from Jackson’s arms. “Sweetheart, don’t cry. Mommy will take you to the hospital, okay? It won’t hurt anymore. I’m sorry, baby.” Barry’s tiny fists pounded against my face, and I felt nothing but numbness. He yanked at my hair with all his strength, shaking my head violently. “I hate you! I hate you! It’s your fault I lost my mommy! Why don’t you just die? Just die!” I looked into Barry’s eyes, and there was no trace of affection—just pure resentment. My feet felt like they were stuck in concrete, frozen in place. Jackson took Barry back, soothing him. “Daddy will take you to find Mommy.” But he wasn’t talking about me. I could no longer hold back my emotions. I grabbed Jackson almost frantically. “If Rebecca is his mom, then what am I?” Jackson’s eyes darkened with anger, tinged with disappointment. “Emilia, what’s the big deal? What’s a little sacrifice for our son?”

Jackson took my hand and gently ushered me into the car, his voice calm but strained, as if he were trying to keep his frustration in check. “Emilia, it’s a lot for him to take in right now. Let’s give it some time, okay?” After a quick check at the hospital revealed Barry was fine, we headed back to their villa. I had some things I needed to collect. At the entrance, Rebecca was anxiously waiting. The moment Barry stepped out of the car, he ran straight to her. She knelt down, concern etched on her face as she examined his injuries, tears welling up in her eyes. “How did this happen? Does it hurt?” Barry wiped away her tears and cupped her face, planting a kiss on her cheek. “I’m okay, Mommy. Don’t cry. I want to sleep with you.” He was being so sweet and affectionate, charming Rebecca as he leaned into her. My heart twisted at the sight. My son was so polite and caring, just as I had always hoped he would be. Rebecca stood up and took the items from Jackson’s hands, effortlessly helping him out of his suit jacket, as if she had done this a thousand times before. “Amanda, fetch the stomach-soothing soup and Barry’s milk,” she said, her tone authoritative, as if she were the head of the household. While they basked in their little family moment, I slipped away to the study, searching for my design sketches. After rummaging through drawers and files, I came up empty. Then it hit me. I quickly booted up the computer and searched for “Rebecca’s designs.” One by one, my sketches appeared on the screen, each one an echo of my creativity. In the three years since I’d been locked away, Rebecca had built her career on my stolen work, becoming a renowned designer in the process. I marched downstairs to confront her. “Rebecca, you stole my sketches, didn’t you?” Her gaze darted away, and she forced a sheepish smile before shifting her eyes to Jackson. I didn’t understand what that meant until he spoke up, “I gave them to Rebecca.” His calm delivery of those words felt like a punch to the gut, and there wasn’t a hint of remorse on his face. “Emilia, those sketches are useless in your hands,” I insisted, my voice rising. “Useless? Why would you say that?” My heart ached at the thought of my hard work being dismissed. Jackson exhaled sharply, reaching out as if to place a comforting hand on my shoulder. I instinctively brushed his hand away. “Don’t touch me!” He knew better than anyone how passionate I was about jewelry design. Each sketch was a piece of my soul, crafted after countless sleepless nights and bursts of inspiration. If it weren’t for the time I spent in prison to cover for him, I’d be at the pinnacle of the design world by now. “Emilia, face the facts. Who’s going to celebrate a criminal as a designer?” he said, his voice laced with a mix of empathy and hard truth. I had traced Jackson’s face with my fingers countless times in prison, yet now, I barely recognized him. “And what about you? Isn’t stealing my designs just as criminal? I want a public apology from you, a joint statement admitting you took my sketches, or I’ll go public myself.” Jackson grasped my hand, trying to pull me back from the brink. “Come on, don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Those sketches don’t have names on them. Anyone can use them. Plus, can you really bear to let people know your son’s mother is a convict? Have you thought about his future? “Tomorrow, I’ll ask Amanda to leave. You can stay home and take care of things. You can always be Barry’s mom at home, right?” “What about outside?” I shot back. Jackson stood there, visibly disappointed, his eyes downcast. “Emilia, does the outside world really matter that much? I’m not the same Jackson anymore. Our son needs a resume he can be proud of.” So Barry’s resume hinged on having a CEO dad and a renowned designer mother. Once one person had been in prison, they expected him to live in the shadows forever. I forced a wry smile. I felt a mix of sorrow and fury well up inside me, leaving me speechless. I mused, “Who is truly fixated on appearances here?” Rebecca walked over to Jackson and spoke softly, “Maybe I should just head out.” “No need for that,” Jackson and I replied simultaneously, the absurdity of our shared response hanging in the air. “I’m leaving,” I declared, turning on my heel. Behind me, Rebecca sounded remorseful. “I’ll talk to Emilia. You two don’t need to fight because of me…” Jackson snapped, “That has nothing to do with you. Does she think she’s still the old Emilia? She can’t even see how far she’s fallen!” After I inserted my SIM card, my phone buzzed with the first incoming call. “Is this Ms. Aniston? Your grandfather has left you an inheritance.”

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My Husband Bought an AI Nanny The day unfolded with a casual click on the home security camera. There, in the kitchen, my husband and the AI nanny were sharing an intimate moment, feeding each other with a familiarity that burned. I watched as the nanny glanced up at me through the camera lens. There was a mischievous sparkle in her eyes as if she was putting on a private show for me. Later, my husband stood by, a spectator to the AI nanny’s dismantling of my being, piece by piece. His words, cold and final, echoed, “You’ll never understand me, not until you die.” But in rebirth, I did. Men who betrayed their wives deserved to be stomped out like the vile vermin!

My daughter, Ashley Moore, and I were involved in a serious car accident, and the driver who hit us was none other than Scarlett Bullock, the woman my husband, Mark Moore, had feelings for. When Mark arrived, instead of being a worried dad, he, as a doctor, chose to help Scarlett’s son. Ashley was rushed to the ER and was in critical condition. She asked for her dad in a faint voice. I called him many times before he finally answered. “Mark, Ashley’s been in an accident. She needs you…” He coldly replied, “Are you done causing drama? You’re such a terrible mother!” A week later, Mark showed up at a gathering with Scarlett and casually asked, “Where’s Ashley?” Holding Ashley’s ashes, I approached him, filled with sorrow. “Right here.” *** “Mom, I feel so sick… Ahem…” My daughter sobbed in my arms, her face and body riddled with shards of glass, some of which were dangerously lodged in her throat. Tears streamed down my cheeks, but I dared not touch her, terrified that any wrong move would put her in more danger. “Ashley, don’t be scared. I’ve called the police. The doctors are on their way!” Moments before, we had been in a normal routine when a car crash changed everything. My husband’s lover, Scarlett, was the one behind the wheel. I was driving straight, and she came barreling toward us in the wrong lane. Before long, I heard the wailing of the sirens approaching in the distance. When I saw the man leading the charge, relief washed over me—it was my husband, Mark. The impact had crumpled the car beyond recognition, and the door was jammed shut. Desperately, I reached through the shattered window, stretching my hand toward him. “Mark, please save Ashley!” But to my horror, Mark bypassed me entirely, sprinting straight to Scarlett, who was on the ground. I could only watch helplessly as he worked to revive her and her son. Tears streamed down Ashley’s face, her voice filled with pain. “Mom, it hurts. Didn’t Daddy say he’s a hero in a white coat? Why is he helping them and not me? Does Daddy not love me anymore?” I gently stroked her flushed cheeks, swallowing my heartbreak. “Ashley, don’t cry. Someone will come to help us! You’re going to be okay. I promise.”

Ashley was taken into the operating room, and I paced nervously outside, worry gnawing at my insides. Scarlett’s son was wheeled into the adjacent surgical suite, creating a surreal parallel between our lives. Moments later, a nurse burst out of the OR, her face pale. “This is bad. The patient’s condition is critical. We need Dr. Moore for the surgery; it’s the only chance we’ve got!” The staff all knew about my relationship with Mark, which was why they were sharing this grim news with me. Without wasting a moment, I dialed Mark’s number. It rang through, but he hung up on me. I tried again. Finally, his voice came through, laced with irritation. “Felicity, are you kidding me right now? Do you know I’m in the middle of saving a life?” “Mark, Ashley’s in surgery, and the situation is dire. They said having you do the operation increases her chances,” I urged, my voice trembling. “Are you done making a scene? Cursing your own daughter? How can you be such a terrible mother!” Mark shot back, his tone icy. He ended the call, cutting me off without a second thought. I dialed again, but this time, it went straight to voicemail. I couldn’t believe it. Even though I had been the one taking care of Ashley since the day she was born, he was still her biological father! Then, I caught sight of movement nearby. Mark was pushing Scarlett’s son into the rescue room. Ignoring everything else, I charged toward him, my eyes blazing with pain and frustration. I grabbed his arm. “If you don’t save Ashley, I swear, I’ll file for divorce!” Without warning, Mark shoved me to the ground. “If you want to throw a tantrum, take it home! This is a hospital!”

I slumped to the floor, helplessly watching as Mark rushed Scarlett’s son into the operating room. Scarlett stood to the side, a smug smile plastered across her face, with no trace of worry for her child. Her eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and ridicule that only fueled my anger. I had no time to waste on her smugness. I sprinted back to the surgical waiting area, demanding that the nurses find another surgeon to operate on Ashley. The nurse, trying to comfort me, said, “It wasn’t a wise choice to have Dr. Moore perform the surgery. Emotions can cloud judgment and worsen the patient’s condition. Don’t lose hope; there are other amazing doctors at this hospital.” I returned to the waiting room, but it wasn’t long before a doctor handed me a grim prognosis. He informed me that Ashley had only a few days left, suggesting I gather any family members who needed to say their goodbyes. I felt like I’d been struck by lightning. Ashley was just ten years old! Tears streamed down my face, blurring my vision. How could this happen to my sweet girl? Ashley was wheeled into the recovery room, attached to a multitude of tubes and wires. She didn’t wake up that first day, and all I could do was stare at the irregular beeping of the heart monitor, feeling like my heart was breaking into pieces. My parents, Vincent and Amanda Aniston, and my brother, Logan, rushed to my side. I’d informed Mark’s parents of what was happening, but they didn’t show up. I knew they looked down on me for not giving them a grandson; I could feel their disdain every time they glanced at Ashley. I never expected that in a moment so dire, they would choose to stay away completely. My parents were beside themselves with grief. Amanda even fainted from the overwhelming sadness. But then, the following day, something miraculous happened—Ashley opened her eyes. I rushed to her side, holding her frail hand tightly. “Ashley, it’s Mom. Don’t be scared. I’m right here with you.” She struggled to breathe, her gaze darting around the room. “Where’s Daddy? I want Daddy!” My heart shattered all over again. Tears streamed down my face as I reluctantly called Mark. But I was met with the cold sound of my call being blocked. In desperation, I asked Logan to call him. Logan put the call on speaker, his tone urgent. “Mark, Ashley is in critical condition. Where the hell are you?” Unexpectedly, Mark didn’t respond to Logan. Instead, he laid into me. “Felicity, how long are you going to keep this drama going? You want to drag your brother into this now? Do you think that threatening me with divorce is going to make me compromise? I’m a doctor. I don’t have time for your games. I need to save my patients!” With that, he hung up, leaving us in stunned silence. Logan tried to call him again, but the call went straight to voicemail. Despair washed over me as I sank down beside Ashley’s hospital bed, unsure of how to explain everything. “Ashley, I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

Ashley was struggling to breathe, her words coming out in labored gasps. “Mom, you’re my favorite. Does Dad not like me? Is that why he never comes home to see me? I really miss you…” With those words, Ashley shut her eyes. The heart monitor emitted a long, chilling beep! “Ashley!” I screamed, my voice cracking with desperation. I thought to myself, “My girl is only ten years old! Why, oh why, does fate have to take her away? If anyone should go, it should be me!” Through it all, Mark was nowhere to be found. Amanda, Vincent, and Logan stepped in to help me with the funeral arrangements. Many people came to pay their respects to Ashley. But Mark, along with his parents, didn’t show their faces at all. Some friends approached me, asking, “Where’s Ashley’s father? Why isn’t he here?” Taking a deep breath, I pulled out my phone and dialed Mark’s number, only to find that I was still on his blacklist. No matter how many times I called, I was met with the same recorded message. Fury surged through me, making my hands shake; I felt like I could just explode. Logan squeezed my shoulder, trying to calm me down. “We can’t keep waiting. We need to get Ashley cremated. She knows you love her.” I clenched my fists, tears streaming down my face. With a heavy heart, I nodded in agreement.

The memorial for Ashley was a heart-wrenching affair. Everyone was crying uncontrollably, and my eyes felt like they were about to burst from the tears. The funeral director pushed Ashley’s casket towards the cremation room. I followed closely, my voice rising in a desperate wail that echoed throughout the room. “My daughter, how could you leave me? I can’t bear to let you go! Please come back! You were always so good—why did fate have to be so cruel and take you away at just ten years old? “Ashley, please come back!” I collapsed onto the floor, sobbing uncontrollably. It felt like these past few days had drained every tear I had left in me. Logan was there, supporting me, his own tears flowing freely. I cradled Ashley’s urn as I returned home, the floor scattered with white chrysanthemums and her photographs. I couldn’t bring myself to remove them; I just wanted to stay with Ashley a little longer. Suddenly, I heard voices outside the door—it was Mark and Scarlett. “Mark, that doll you picked for Ashley is beautiful! She’s going to love it,” Scarlett chirped. My heart raced with anger. I thought, “How dare she show her face here after what she did to my daughter?” Mark replied, “Ashley kept asking me for that doll last Christmas. I figured it’s better late than never, right?” As they stepped inside and took in the sight of the room filled with flowers, they froze in shock. Mark casually glanced at me. “Felicity, who passed away?” The nerve of him! “Mark, you really have some guts, bringing that murderer here to see your daughter!” I spat, my voice thick with rage. Mark frowned, his brows knitting together. “Don’t say that. It was just an accident. The police told me her brakes failed; it wasn’t intentional. Scarlett came to apologize and brought a gift for Ashley. Where is she, by the way?” I pointed to Ashley’s photo, my face a mask of indifference. Mark’s face darkened. “Felicity, I’m warning you—stop this nonsense! You can’t joke about things like this! Where’s Ashley? Let her come out!” Scarlett tugged at his arm. “Mark, I understand Felicity is upset with me. It was my fault; I panicked when my brakes failed. I meant to turn right, but I accidentally turned left and hit Felicity’s car. It’s natural for her to blame me. I’m truly sorry and came here to make amends.” I glared at her, wishing I could do something to make her pay for the pain she caused. Scarlett looked around the room, her tone dripping with sarcasm. “But really, Felicity, this is too much. How could you hold a funeral for Ashley? Even if you don’t believe in the divine, don’t you fear you’re angering her spirit? She’s just a child. How could she suffer like this?” Mark glared at me, his anger palpable. “Get all this cleared away! Where’s Ashley? I’ve been here forever, and she hasn’t even come to say hello. What kind of upbringing is she getting?” “She’s right here!” I shouted. “Where?” Mark looked around, confusion etched on his face. I stepped forward, holding Ashley’s urn, my heart heavy. “She’s right here!”

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