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Olivia Sullivan, the Oscar-winning actress and my girlfriend of five years, was caught spending a night with a mysterious man. To protect Marcus Shaw’s reputation, she quickly posted intimate photos of them on Twitter, publicly acknowledging their relationship. The caption read: “Waiting for falling leaves, cold winds, autumn fireworks, and a better us. From beginning to end, I’ve only loved one person.” Looking at the man in the photo whose face was 50% similar to mine, a chill gradually enveloped my entire body. So for all these years, I had always been someone else’s stand-in. Olivia called soon to explain: “Marcus just returned to the country and can’t afford any damage to his reputation. I did this for work reasons, don’t take it seriously.” I only replied calmly: “It’s fine, I understand.” Seeing that I had no reaction, Olivia sounded confused on the other end: “Why aren’t you jealous today?” Less than half an hour after hanging up, Olivia came back. I thought she would continue her explanation from earlier, but she didn’t. Acting as if nothing had happened, she handed me a prepared gift: “Take a look, do you like it? I picked it out especially for you.” It was a Patek Philippe watch, quite expensive, I’d heard of it. In the past, she would always bring me small gifts when she came back, but never anything this expensive. Maybe she also realized that this time was different from before. In the past, a cake, a hug, or even a simple smile would have been enough to appease me. But today, even with this million-dollar watch in front of me, my expression remained indifferent, without any emotion. I just said a bland “Thank you.” Disappointment flashed across Olivia’s face. She could clearly sense that something was off with me. But she didn’t dare to bring up her public announcement with Marcus, because she felt guilty. She could only deliberately change the subject: “Aiden, I’m hungry. Can you make me some chicken soup noodles?” The noodles were pre-packaged, but the chicken soup had to be freshly made. Every time she said she wanted to eat something, I would rush to prepare the ingredients for her without complaint, no matter how troublesome it was. But today, I didn’t want to do anything. “There’s bread in the fridge. If you’re hungry, just eat some yourself.” “Aiden!” Seeing that I still maintained an indifferent attitude, Olivia finally lost her temper: “Can you stop being moody? Do you know how many interviews I canceled to come back and comfort you! Can’t you be more understanding of my work?” “No!” I interrupted her. Looking up, my eyes still like a midnight lake, without any ripples: “Olivia, let’s break up.” Even after so many days of self-healing, when I saw the one I once loved deeply, my heart still uncontrollably ached, the pain blocking my chest, making it difficult to breathe. But I still said those words stuck in my throat. This ridiculous underground relationship had lasted for five years. My feelings for her had long since reached their end. I no longer wanted to wait in an empty house for her return, no longer wanted to watch her various scandals, and no longer wanted to love her. I was tired. When she heard the words ‘break up’, Olivia’s face turned pale, showing unprecedented panic and shock. Before she could speak, I opened the door and left.

After getting together with Olivia, except for work hours, I stayed at home waiting for her all day and hadn’t hung out with friends for a long time. This time when my friends invited me out, I reluctantly agreed. After a few drinks, they noticed I was distracted, so I had to tell them about the breakup. “Breakup? When did you start dating someone that we didn’t know about? How did you meet?” My friend’s rapid-fire questions instantly took my memory back to middle school, that summer when I first met Olivia. I was locked in the bathroom by bullies for getting the top score in the school, and I met her who was in an equally miserable state. At that moment when equally miserable state the gears of fate turned, two hearts with the same destiny were tightly bound together… After graduating from middle school, she followed her divorced mother to another city, but we never lost contact. It wasn’t until five years ago when I graduated from college and came to her city to support her that we finally became a couple. But she clearly knew. Marcus Shaw was the boy who bullied me back then! My friends’ noisy voices pulled my drifting thoughts back. I casually pointed at the poster on the wall and smiled bitterly: “She’s the girlfriend I’ve been dating for five years.” On the poster was a promotion for Olivia and Marcus’ new movie. She had also fought for the male lead role for Marcus. The two were pressed tightly together, gazing into each other’s eyes, their expressions full of affection. What a perfect pair. My friends burst into laughter, thinking I was joking. “You must be drunk. How could the famous Oscar winner Olivia Sullivan be your girlfriend!” The laughter around me was a bit harsh. With three parts drunkenness, looking at that poster also made me feel a bit dazed for a moment. I didn’t explain further, just raised my head and drained the glass in one gulp. The burning sensation swept down my throat, bringing melancholy and also calmness. As I lowered my head, the door of the private room was pushed open. Even though the newcomer was tightly pressing down her baseball cap, wearing a mask and sunglasses, I still recognized Olivia at a glance.

Amidst everyone’s shock, Olivia nodded slightly in greeting, then pulled out a chair and sat down quietly next to me. Except for me, she always had an innate sense of aloofness towards everyone. “What are you doing here?” My voice was polite but distant, instantly pulling our relationship far apart. She frowned in dissatisfaction, but her tone was gentle: “I rarely have free time, so I wanted to spend more time with you.” I coldly replied: “You don’t need to do this. We’re breaking up anyway.” “I won’t agree to break up.” She took a deep breath, interrupting me, “You’re just jealous and want to make our relationship public, right? Fine, I’ll satisfy you.” After saying this, she reached for my glass and stood up, her tone returning to its usual haughtiness: “Hello everyone, I’m Aiden’s girlfriend.” “Due to work reasons, I’ve been hiding my relationship with Aiden. Please don’t mind.” As she finished speaking, she raised the glass amidst everyone’s shocked gazes. Before it could touch her lips, I snatched the glass away. “Enough, Olivia.” “We’ve already broken up.” The glass slammed heavily on the table, rolling twice before coming to a stop. After saying this, I ignored her slightly reddened eyes and turned to leave directly. I stumbled out drunkenly, the dark night road dim and bleak. The darkness mixed with the smell of alcohol, surrounding me tightly. My thoughts were a bit chaotic, making me recall the scene of Olivia raising her glass. My chest suddenly felt tight and I couldn’t breathe. Olivia never drank alcohol, saying she hated the taste. But I had once seen her drunk in a video leaked by paparazzi, half of her body leaning against Marcus’ embrace, raising her glass to please the producers at the table: “I hope everyone can give Marcus a chance, he will definitely perform well.” For Marcus’ sake, she who never touched alcohol downed three glasses of whiskey in one go, finally falling drunkenly into Marcus’ arms. And that day was my birthday. I sat in front of the cake waiting all night, but she never came back. Later she called to explain: “There were many producers and directors at the wrap party for the new drama, I really couldn’t get away. When I have time to come back, I’ll definitely make it up to you with a proper birthday celebration.” But Olivia, I don’t need it anymore.

From the moment I saw her falling into Marcus’ arms, all the feelings I had built up over the years were shattered, leaving my heart as cold as ashes. Olivia quickly chased after me. “Aiden, don’t be angry. Marcus and I really are just work partners…” Her voice was pleading in front of my friends. I just calmly replied: “I’m not angry. It has nothing to do with me anymore.” “Stop denying it, Aiden. You’re breaking up with me because you’re jealous of Marcus.” “I’ve explained many times that those rumors are just part of my work. If you mind, I can clarify them right now. Please don’t talk about breaking up anymore, okay?” She was still rambling on, always using work as an excuse for her unavoidable actions. She would never admit that she had ever divided her heart in our love. I suddenly felt that her desperate clinging and lies were extremely ugly. I shook off her hand and hailed a taxi, leaving without looking back. Just as I got home, I suddenly received a dismissal notice from the HR department. “Aiden, this is a decision from upper management. I couldn’t do anything about it,” the HR staff said apologetically. “I heard someone deliberately set you up. Did you offend anyone?” I had always been kind to others and never offended anyone. But since the company fired me for this reason, I didn’t care. After all, I wasn’t relying on that salary to make money anyway. After hanging up, an unknown number called immediately. When I answered, a man’s voice came through: “How does it feel to be fired, Aiden?” I immediately recognized the voice. It was Marcus. So the person behind this was him. My fists clenched tightly, nails digging into my palms. The pain mixed with hatred swept through my entire body. “You’re just a useless piece of trash who can’t even earn $5000 a month now. What right do you have to cling to Olivia? I advise you to get lost quickly.” “With me around, I’ll make sure you can never find a job again, haha.” He laughed arrogantly, completely different from his gentle and elegant image on TV, like a devil devouring people from hell. Just like how he was in middle school. But no matter what he looked like, in my eyes, he was disgusting. I sneered coldly, interrupting his ugly laughter: “Is that so? Then you’re bound to lose.”

Marcus was destined to lose this bet miserably. For me, the 9-to-5 job outside was just a daily pastime to kill time. It didn’t matter whether I worked or not. Back in college, my anonymously published original novel was selected by a famous director who bought the film and TV rights. From that first book, I embarked on my journey as a screenwriter. Several hit TV dramas in recent years were all written by me. However, at my request, my real name was always hidden, only using the pen name ‘Fallen Angel’ instead. Except for a few top directors I’ve been working with, no one knows about this identity of mine. Not even Olivia. The next day, I went to the company on time to handle the resignation procedures. When I arrived at my workstation, I found all my personal belongings were gone. The entire desk was empty. My gaze shifted to the trash can beside it, where I saw my things lying quietly inside. I didn’t need to guess to know who did this. I smirked coldly, grabbed a vase nearby and walked towards the director’s office. Amidst the terrified gazes of all my colleagues, I kicked open the door and smashed the vase at the director’s feet with a loud ‘crash’. He shouted angrily and stood up: “Aiden, don’t go too far.” “If you want to blame someone for this, blame yourself for being so lowly and offending Mr. Marcus Shaw. He specifically said he doesn’t want to see you. We had no choice.” The company had chosen Marcus Shaw as the spokesperson for their new product. It was time to curry favor with him, so naturally they wouldn’t offend Marcus over a small employee like me. I couldn’t be bothered to say anything more. After all, losing me was the company’s loss. Smashing the vase was enough to vent my anger. Just as I was about to leave, the director’s secretary rushed in anxiously. “Director, we just received a call from Oscar winner Olivia Sullivan. She expressed interest in endorsing our new product, but she has one condition…” At this point, the secretary gave me a complicated look. The director’s eyes lit up, urging: “Whatever the condition is, we must do everything possible to satisfy her.” The opportunity to work with an Oscar-winning actress was rare and precious. He naturally couldn’t wait. “Miss Sullivan’s only requirement is that her boyfriend Aiden be fully responsible for all her work.” When this was said, everyone was stunned. Even I was momentarily taken aback.

After Olivia and I confirmed our relationship, she said we couldn’t reveal our relationship in public to avoid suspicion. For three whole years, Olivia and I never appeared together in anyone’s sight. My family and friends knew nothing of her existence. She never attended any of my friend gatherings either. Even last year when my grandmother was critically ill and wanted to see my girlfriend before she passed away, I called Olivia in tears, hoping she could spare some time to see the old lady. Even though she heard the choke in my voice, she only hesitated for a few seconds before firmly refusing. “Aiden, you know my current status. It’s not convenient for me…” After that, I never again made requests to introduce her to my family and friends. I just didn’t expect that today, for the sake of my job, she would step in as my girlfriend for the first time. But I no longer needed it. Olivia’s status was not something Marcus could match. Hearing her make such a cooperation request, the director changed his ugly attitude from earlier and apologized to me with a smile: “Aiden, why didn’t you say earlier that you had such a connection with Miss Sullivan?” “I was wrong before, please don’t mind. How about this, I’ll make an exception and promote you to project manager, fully responsible for this cooperation. Your year-end bonus will be tripled.” But I just threw my work badge on the table expressionlessly and refused directly. “Sorry, I quit.” After saying that, I turned around coolly. The surrounding colleagues were dumbfounded, all shocked by my actions once again. The colleagues in the hall had already exploded into discussion. When they saw me come out, they swarmed around me. “Wow Aiden, you’ve really been hiding your talents! We never imagined the famous actress Olivia Sullivan would be your girlfriend.” “Olivia Sullivan just updated her Twitter. Not only did she clarify the previous rumors with Marcus Shaw, but she also announced her relationship with you. She’s already changed into a wedding dress and is preparing to come propose to you!” Before I could react, a colleague shoved their phone into my hands and played a video. In the video, Olivia was wearing a pure white wedding dress. Her exquisite makeup was cold yet noble. She stared at the camera, her deep gaze seeming to penetrate the screen and look into my eyes. She said: “Aiden, are you ready to marry me?”

It turned out that half an hour ago, Olivia had posted a clarification on Twitter, publicly revealing our five-year underground relationship. She also released candid photos of me cooking and several life photos. The nine-grid post was full of love, accompanied by a 500-word caption explaining that her previous admission of a relationship with Marcus Shaw was a joke because she lost a bet. She said from beginning to end, she only had one boyfriend. That was me. My breath caught, my heart filled with mixed emotions. Marcus also immediately replied to this tweet: “Sister Olivia’s willingness to admit defeat in a bet is admirable. It was all a misunderstanding. Brother-in-law, please don’t be angry.” The comment section exploded instantly, with a flood of criticism. Many accused Olivia of taking the joke too far and treating her fans like fools. Some even continued to say that only Marcus was a good match for her. Only a handful of people expressed their blessings. I don’t know how Olivia persuaded Marcus to act out this farce with her, but while everyone else was moved to tears, I remained exceptionally clear-headed. I once eagerly looked forward to the day when we could make our relationship public, fantasizing about being able to walk hand in hand with her on the street openly, receiving everyone’s blessings. But at this moment, apart from a full sense of helplessness, there was only indifference after disappointment. In just a few minutes, the video of the famous actress proposing to an ordinary man online instantly went viral across the country, squeezing to the top of the trending list and the headlines of major media outlets. Many bloggers and reporters started live streaming, following Olivia as she ran towards my location holding a bouquet of flowers. Everyone was driven crazy by her courage and sincerity. Many fans had already gathered at the entrance of my company to clear the way for her. For a moment, this live broadcast in the name of a proposal was watched by hundreds of millions of viewers across the country. While I was still in a daze, a cheer suddenly erupted outside the company. Olivia had arrived.

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The school was eerily quiet after classes, with only the faint sound of cicadas in the background. I took a deep breath, trying to suppress the lingering trauma of my family’s destruction in my previous life. From the corner of my eye, I saw Tyler Brooks handing a bottle of water to Rachel Evans. Rachel had been my childhood friend since we were kids. The water was laced with a potent aphrodisiac – strong enough to make anyone lose control. In my previous life, I had exposed this on the spot. But Rachel didn’t believe me. Instead, she thought I was jealous of Tyler’s popularity and was stirring up trouble. This time, I watched coldly from the sidelines. Rachel took the bottle, glancing at me. “What’s with that look? Are you going to police my drinking water too?” “It’s none of my business,” I said, averting my gaze. Tyler, seeing this, started to stir the pot with a smirk: “Jack Carter, aren’t you being a bit too controlling of Rachel? Is she your girlfriend or something?” A few classmates who were about to leave turned to look at me with strange expressions. Rachel’s face tensed up, her eyes filled with disdain as she looked at me: “Who’s his girlfriend? He’s just a bookworm who only knows how to study. I wouldn’t be interested in him!” A surge of hatred nearly burst from my chest. I suddenly looked up: “As if I’d be interested in you, Rachel Evans?” Rachel was stunned, speechless, with tears about to fall. Tyler seized the opportunity to mock me further. “Still playing hard to get? Everyone knows you have a crush on Rachel.” “I just talk to Rachel a bit, and you get all moody. Tsk tsk, what a clown.” These words ignited Rachel’s anger. She always felt that being associated with someone like me, who was always buried in books, was embarrassing. She glared at me fiercely, then defiantly drank the entire bottle of water in one go. I tightened my grip on the pen in my hand, a dark light flashing in my eyes, and a smile involuntarily curling at the corners of my mouth. In my previous life, with my interference, she had only taken a sip. But even just that sip was enough to make her lose control, only knowing how to beg for intimacy. Now, she had drunk the entire bottle… A sense of anticipation crept into my heart, and I found myself looking at Tyler with a hint of admiration in my eyes. It takes a villain to deal with another villain, after all. I noticed a flash of triumphant glee in Tyler’s eyes. He put his arm around Rachel’s shoulders: “Rachel, are you feeling unwell? Let me walk you home?” Rachel shyly agreed. About ten minutes later, Mike Anderson, the class monitor, burst into the classroom with a flushed face. By then, only I was left in the classroom. He was clearly anxious, mumbling something about “bathroom, bathroom…” But he just couldn’t get to the point. I feigned ignorance and asked: “Did something happen in the bathroom? It’s not Rachel, is it?” Mike grabbed my arm, his hand shaking with excitement. “Yes, it’s Rachel, and… and Tyler.” “Those two?” I looked innocent and confused, as if I truly knew nothing. There was a time when I considered Mike my best friend. He had been my deskmate for all three years of high school, and we always had a lot to talk about. But after the incident in my previous life, he was the first to step on me to climb up. He publicly claimed that I had impure thoughts, and when my advances towards Rachel were rejected, I drugged her in an attempt to force the issue. After I went to give my statement to the police, he even started a livestream, taking advantage of the hot topic. During the stream, he seriously made up a lot of non-existent stories: “When I heard this news, I was heartbroken. I’ve been his deskmate for three years, and I knew he had always had a crush on Rachel, but I never thought he would…” “Jack has a strong voyeuristic tendency. He often secretly follows female classmates at night.” “I’ve tried to advise him, but he wouldn’t listen. He wouldn’t even spare a young widow who had just lost her husband…” That livestream caused a huge uproar. I was nailed to the pillar of shame. The school also used this as an excuse to expel me. Years later, at a class reunion, Mike had already climbed to a high position. In his drunken state, he boasted proudly: “It’s a good thing you got into trouble, otherwise how would the spot for early admission to Harvard have fallen to me?” Recalling this, my gaze towards Mike suddenly turned a few degrees colder. In my previous life, I had gone to stop them. But the truth was that Mike had me go to intervene while he ran to call for help. In reality, he was hiding in the dark, secretly recording, quietly calling the police, watching me fall into an impossible situation… Seeing that I wasn’t in a hurry, Mike became anxious. “Rachel is in trouble… Tyler dragged her into the bathroom! Rachel kept struggling… she must have been forced.” “Not necessarily, right? Aren’t Rachel and Tyler mutually interested in each other? Maybe it’s just a couple’s game.” I said with a half-smile. Everyone knew that Rachel and Tyler were very close, just a thin layer of window paper away from making it official. Hearing this, Mike grabbed my wrist urgently: “No way, we’re just high school students, how can we do such things? Come on, let’s go check it out, we must stop them!” The calculation in Mike’s eyes was barely concealed. He couldn’t wait for me to rush over there right now. So that I would fall into an inescapable situation, allowing him to naturally snatch away the early admission spot. I nodded and followed Mike downstairs. On the way, I opened my phone and silently sent out a message I had prepared earlier. The recipients were several internet celebrities who happened to be livestreaming nearby. This time, I wanted to make a big scene out of this incident. Tyler was the principal’s only son, after all. I still couldn’t forget the look of disgust on the principal’s face when he expelled me in my previous life. I’m quite the helpful person, you see. I wanted to let the principal see his son’s “graceful demeanor” with his own eyes. As we got closer to the bathroom, the lewd sounds coming from inside became clearer. It was utterly filthy. “Rachel, do you like it?” Tyler’s voice, filled with heavy breathing, came through. “I like it.” Rachel’s voice sounded like she had little rationality left, answering purely based on desire. Mike’s eyes rolled, and he lowered his voice to say to me: “Jack, it sounds like Rachel isn’t fully conscious. You go in first to stop them, I’ll go find help.” I smiled inwardly. These words were exactly the same as in my previous life. I pretended to be troubled. “I don’t know… This is the girls’ bathroom. If I barge in and it turns out to be a misunderstanding…” “Are you kidding me!” Mike glared at me, his eyeballs almost popping out. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me hard, with a look of exasperation. “Can you stop being such a coward! If we wait any longer it’ll be too late. Do you want to watch Rachel get violated right before your eyes?” The bathroom door wasn’t fully closed. Through the gap, I could clearly see what was happening inside. Rachel’s clothes were torn and disheveled, most of them pushed up to her waist. She was clinging to Tyler like a boneless pile of mud. Tyler’s eyes were full of lust as he pressed her against the wall. Tyler was still putting on an act: “Are you sure you want to give it to me? Rachel, won’t you regret this?” “Give it to me, give it to me…” Rachel begged like the most wanton prostitute in the world. Tyler feigned reluctance, but his eyes were full of triumphant laughter. … I hesitantly agreed: “Alright then, you go quickly call a teacher, I’ll try to control the situation.” Just as I was about to push open the bathroom door, I turned back to remind him: “Make sure you hurry!” Mike nodded and ran off. After he left, I lowered my hand that was about to push the door. I knew Mike hadn’t run far. Sure enough, five minutes later, Mike’s sneaky figure appeared. He had circled back. I hid in the shadows and watched as he took out his phone and quietly slipped it into the door crack… The people inside were getting more and more unrestrained, completely oblivious to heaven and earth. After doing this, Mike left satisfied. Soon after, Mike led a large group of people rushing to the teaching building. The commotion inside hadn’t diminished at all. Mike covered his mouth, looking helpless and scared as he stopped the principal: “Principal, I… I really… I don’t know why they’re like this? But as the class monitor, I couldn’t just ignore it.” The principal was fuming, his nostrils flaring. He didn’t know the male lead inside was his own son; Mike had deliberately not made that clear. I knew that in Mike’s view, it would be best if both Tyler and I went down together, as we were both his potential competitors. On a normal day, if the principal encountered this kind of situation, he would have already sent security to drag the people out. But coincidentally, today the leaders from the Education Bureau were here for an inspection and hadn’t left yet. A group of leaders followed to “catch the adulterers in bed.” This scene couldn’t be more spectacular. The principal was so angry his chest was heaving violently. His promotion plans were likely going down the drain. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, wishing he could drag out the shameless couple inside and tear them to pieces. Just as he was about to step forward, Mike stopped him again with a troubled expression: “Don’t go, inside… inside is… that person he…” “I don’t care who it is, this matter isn’t over today!” the principal roared. Mike seemed to give up, with a look of disappointment. “It’s Jack Carter. I tried to stop him, but he wouldn’t listen.” The principal, of course, knew who I was. I always ranked first in every exam and was the most promising candidate for Harvard among the teachers. Hearing this, the principal’s eyes bulged instantly, spittle flying as he spoke. “This beast…” The words were on the tip of his tongue, but he quickly swallowed them back. The Education Bureau leaders were still beside him, so he couldn’t speak too harshly. The commotion inside was still ongoing, getting more and more intense. Mike covered his face and fake cried, looking pained: “Jack, how could you do such a thing! I understand you have a sex addiction, but you can’t…” With these words, the expressions of those around became even more unsightly. The leaders looked at each other, sighing deeply. At this moment, I walked out from behind the crowd, looking bewildered: “Me? What about me?” “Jack Carter, why are you here!” Mike jumped like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, his whole body tensing up. The principal looked at me thoughtfully. “It’s not you? Then who’s inside?” “I don’t know, I didn’t see,” I shrugged, looking innocent. Of course, I wouldn’t expose anything at this point. It was also at this time that the internet celebrities who had received my message sneaked in through the school fence. “Oh my, I thought it was fake, but I didn’t expect such a juicy scandal to really be happening at a school.” “You’re teachers, right? Won’t you let our livestream audience have a look?” “Come on, tell us teachers, how did the students make such a big commotion? Is there an aphrodisiac in the school’s tap water?” I chuckled to myself. There really was an aphrodisiac, wasn’t there? The principal’s face turned black as the bottom of a pot, turning away in anger. Mike stared at me intently. The next second, he rushed over and grabbed my arm, lowering his voice to question me. “Why didn’t you go in?” “Ah? I didn’t dare. It was too inappropriate in there. I’m a good student, you know.” Hearing this, Mike raised his fist, about to strike. But at that moment, the livestreamers’ cameras turned towards us. Mike had to forcefully retract his hand, his eyes full of venom. The streamers happily waved their equipment around, filming everywhere. The livestream comments were flying. [Bros, this is too exciting.] [Just from the sound, you can tell how shameless those dogs inside are.] [Streamer, hurry up and go in to film! We bros have our pants ready to drop.] The streamer seemed tempted but ultimately said reluctantly, “That wouldn’t be right. If I go in, my stream would be shut down immediately.” The Education Bureau leaders looked embarrassed at this scene. One of them cleared his throat and instructed the principal. “Davis, we can’t just keep standing here like this. Go in and take a look.” The principal nodded grimly, his face ashen, rolling up his sleeves to charge in. Just as he took a step, I rushed forward to stop him. “Principal, don’t go in. The students inside… their identities are special. If this blows up, it won’t be good for anyone.” My words were full of hidden meaning. The livestreamers caught on immediately. “Oh ho, could it be the child of some school leader? That’s some real power there.” Those leaders became even angrier, with one or two already storming off. The principal, provoked by me like this, couldn’t back down. He angrily pushed me aside, “Get out of the way. No matter who’s inside, I’m going to deal with this.” Mike seized the opportunity to chime in. “Jack, stop interfering. Don’t tell me you knew about this all along?” He was trying to drag me down with them. I didn’t rush to defend myself. “Class monitor, I just feel it’s a pity. We’re all classmates. If this gets out, their lives will be ruined…” The comments in the livestream started to change direction. [This student seems so kind-hearted.] [Hey, don’t stop him. Classmates like that don’t need anyone covering for them.] [Don’t you guys think that class monitor seems a bit off? Like he’s trying to stir things up?] The Education Bureau leaders exchanged glances, all sighing. In front of the cameras, forcibly barging in was indeed inappropriate. What if the people inside really thought about doing something stupid because the incident blew up? No one could bear that responsibility. Our group just stood there awkwardly, not too far from the bathroom. The sounds from inside still hadn’t stopped, intermittently coming through. The streamers tried to get closer to film but were stopped. This “catching in the act” scene lasted for nearly two hours. Until finally, the bathroom door creaked open. The first to walk out was a burly man dressed like a construction worker. Seeing so many people, the worker was stunned for a moment. Then he spat and said, “What are you looking at? Haven’t you seen someone use the bathroom before?” The principal and other leaders, seeing it was someone from outside the school, relaxed a bit. As long as it wasn’t students, the situation could still be salvaged. But the next second, someone exclaimed in shock: “Holy crap, there’s a huge bed inside!” Everyone rushed over. The scene in the camera lens left everyone dumbfounded. Tyler and Rachel were naked, entangled with each other, with suspicious liquids all over their bodies. Next to them stood several men who were putting on work clothes. I recognized a few of them as workers from the school’s construction site. “This woman looks innocent, but damn, she’s wild.” “That chick really knows how to please. She satisfied all of us.” The workers calmly put on their clothes and nonchalantly passed through the crowd, leaving with long strides. Rachel, however, seemed to have lost her mind, still mumbling: “More, I want more…” The drug’s effect was really much stronger than in my previous life. The streamers squeezed their heads in, clicking their tongues: “Now that’s some real action, a group activity.” Tyler was startled by the commotion. He hurriedly pushed Rachel away, covering his face while putting on his clothes. The principal’s face could no longer be described as just “ferocious.” His whole body was shaking as he pointed at the people on the ground, gasping for air, “You two beasts, you’re absolutely disgraceful!” The principal didn’t even consider that it might be his own son. Tyler was terrified, desperately trying to put on his clothes. Rachel was still in a daze, moving closer to Tyler, panting. “Tyler…” Tyler, as if disgusted by her, kicked Rachel away. The eyes that were usually full of doting were now filled with revulsion. I stood among the crowd, timely showing an expression of shock and heartache. The principal started cursing at them, his words becoming increasingly crude. Tyler curled up in a corner, tightly covering his face with his clothes. Rachel was still not in her right mind. Mike stood to the side, observing me with a complex expression. He couldn’t understand how things had turned out like this. The Education Bureau leaders’ faces were red, sighing and muttering a few words to the principal before leaving. As soon as they left, the principal completely lost control. He rushed forward and started kicking Rachel and Tyler violently. “You shameless dogs, I’ll beat you to death!” Tyler screamed and dodged. Afraid of being recognized, he didn’t even dare to make a sound. Rachel, still under the influence of the drug, lay on the ground moaning in pain.

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Before marrying Ethan Zhou, a friend asked him who was the woman he had loved most deeply in his life. He lit a cigarette and was silent for a few seconds before replying: “She’s married now. It wouldn’t be good for her if I said her name.” “So… you’ve been with Olivia for so long, but you’ve never had feelings for her?” Ethan gave a casual laugh: “She’s demure, obedient, and from a good family. She’s the most suitable person to be Mrs. Zhou.” The day before the wedding, the demure and obedient bride-to-be woke up in the best man’s bed. Her eyes still hazy with desire, she said: “Lucas, I really like this wedding gift.” Lucas smiled and pulled her into his arms: “If you like it so much, shall we… go another round?” As I entered the elevator, I glanced up at my reflection. My skin was radiant, my features delicate, but my eyes were dark and intense. At first glance, I had an unremarkable appearance. But when I smiled… Dimples would appear at the corners of my mouth, adding a touch of charm. I thought of what my best friend Katie had said: “You’re really glowing these days.” “Don’t you feel like you’re in great spirits lately, getting more and more beautiful?” I couldn’t help but gently touch my face. The wedding was just three weeks away. I was going to marry Ethan Zhou. That undisguised happiness was like bubbles overflowing from a soda bottle. Bursting in tiny explosions, filling my entire heart. I walked out of the elevator with a light step. The door to a private room nearby was half open. The sound of laughter grew louder. I had returned to the city a day early without telling Ethan. I wanted to surprise him. My heels sank into the soft carpet, Muffling my footsteps. No one in the room noticed me outside the door. They were laughing and chatting animatedly. “Oh yeah, Ethan, you still haven’t answered my question from earlier.” “In all these years, how many women have you truly, deeply loved?” “Remember, we agreed to tell the truth. You can’t lie even a little bit.”

I instinctively stopped in my tracks. Even my breathing unconsciously became quieter. Ethan had his back to the door. I could only vaguely see his profile. He lit a cigarette and was silent for a few seconds. Then he slowly spoke: “One.” “How deeply did you love her?” Ethan gave a soft laugh: “Back then I almost cut ties with my parents for her.” “I was even prepared to live a life of poverty with her.” “I lived with her in a tiny rented apartment for three months, eating instant noodles until I wanted to vomit.” “I sold my watch to buy her a birthday gift. She got angry and scolded me, then cried and threw herself at me to kiss me.” His voice got lower and lower: “I watched her lose our child at a small clinic.” “At that time, I really, really wanted to marry her.” “Damn, who was she? To make you love her that much?” But Ethan just shook his head: “She’s married now. It wouldn’t be good for her if I said her name.” After saying that, he picked up his glass and drained it in one gulp. Then he poured himself another full glass. “I saw her once last year. She wasn’t doing well.” “I gave her some money. We stayed in a hotel for three days.” “When we parted, she cried.” Ethan drank another glass of wine and said quietly: “At that time, I almost wanted to break off my engagement with Olivia.”

I leaned against the wall, feeling a chill seep into my body. Last year when he unexpectedly disappeared for three days, I remember it clearly. I was so worried, I barely slept for those three days. But while I was sick with concern for him… He was spending three days and nights in a hotel with his old flame. I nearly retched and vomited. “So… you’ve been with Olivia for so long, you really never had feelings for her?” He leaned back in his chair and gave a casual laugh. “She’s pretty, obedient, and from a good family. But she’s dull and uninteresting. She’s the most suitable person to be Mrs. Zhou.” “True, you really can’t find any faults with Olivia.” “It’s precisely because you can’t find any faults that she’s boring.” “If you dislike her so much, why don’t you just call off the engagement?” Someone suddenly spoke up, their tone mocking. “Lucas?” Ethan sounded a bit surprised. Lucas gave a cold laugh: “After all, it’s her family that’s marrying up to your Zhou family. What are you afraid of?” There was a moment of awkward silence. Someone quickly tried to smooth things over. “The wedding date is already set. There’s no point talking about this now.” “Besides, Olivia is a great girl. Ethan, that’s all in the past now.” “Come on, let’s drink and not bring up old stories.” Ethan frowned: “Did you eat gunpowder or something? Or is your dad pressuring you to get married and you’re taking it out on me?” Lucas put down his glass: “You think I buy into that marriage bullshit?” “Then where’s all this anger coming from?” “How about I find you a girl to help you blow off some steam?”

Lucas also smiled: “Sure, but you’ll have to find one I actually like.” “Tell me, what kind of girl do you want?” Lucas leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed and carefree. “Even if I told you, you wouldn’t be able to find her.” But Ethan seemed to get fired up: “I’ll definitely find her for you today, just tell me.” Lucas slowly raised his eyes to look at Ethan. Unlike Ethan’s refined handsomeness, Lucas exuded a raw, untamed masculinity that was even more intoxicating than the strongest liquor. “As it happens, she’s married too.” Ethan froze for a moment, then cursed under his breath: “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Lucas didn’t say anything, just gave a self-deprecating laugh after a while: “Forget it, let’s drink.” He poured a full glass and downed it in one go. The conversation picked up again, the topic smoothly changed. In the end, I didn’t push open the door to go in. Confrontation, arguments, entanglements. None of it would make any difference. The men would think it was all just pre-wedding jitters, no big deal. The elders would think I was making a fuss over nothing, that nothing was more important than the two families joining in marriage. I stumbled along the carpet. Until I got into the elevator and leaned against the cold wall. But Ethan’s words still echoed in my ears. She’s pretty, obedient, dull, uninteresting. The most suitable person to be Mrs. Zhou. I suddenly laughed silently, looking at myself in the mirror again. My features were still delicate, but my eyes no longer sparkled. No matter how hard I tried, the dimples wouldn’t appear at the corners of my mouth again. This was the bland, plain Olivia Zhang. The demure, obedient Olivia Zhang with no personality or temper. The perfect marriage tool cultivated by the family. A tool whose joys and sorrows no one would care about.

At 5 pm, Ethan drove over to pick me up for dinner. My parents were all smiles, warm and happy. My sisters watched me come downstairs wearing new jewelry, excited and envious. Ethan had sent over this set of jewelry specially this morning. The wedding was in just three weeks. Everything was progressing smoothly according to plan. If I said I wanted to call off the wedding now, Both families would immediately brand me the villain. I looked at Ethan. He was still handsome and charming, elegant and unrivaled. His eyes were full of tenderness as he looked at me. My best friend once told me, “It’s good enough if men are willing to act.” “It’s best if they can keep up the act for a lifetime.” “Because in the end, all love and marriage turn out the same way.” “Olivia.” Ethan held out his hand to me. He was smiling, but deep in his eyes was coldness. “When I first saw this jewelry set, I knew it would suit you perfectly.” He took my hand, his eyes full of admiration. I let him hold me, saying a proper goodbye to my family. He gentlemanly helped me into the car. Then we went to that overpriced restaurant with mediocre food. But halfway through the meal, His phone suddenly vibrated. I watched him pick up his phone, his expression changing slightly. My heart knew exactly what was happening. Seeing through his pathetic act and my own pitiful situation.

I put down my fork and knife and asked softly, “Is something wrong?” “I’m sorry Olivia, it’s something at the company…” He trailed off, looking at me with a somewhat troubled expression. As if waiting for me to say what he wanted to hear. “Then you should go, the company matters are important.” He frowned and glanced at his watch, then said, “It’s not urgent, I should take you home first.” “It’s fine, you go ahead. I was planning to do some shopping with Katie anyway.” Ethan seemed to let out a small sigh of relief. “Alright then. Make sure to let me know when you get home.” As he said this, he stood up, but then leaned down to place a light kiss on my forehead: “I’ll spend the whole weekend with you to make up for it.” I didn’t go shopping. I just wandered aimlessly down the streets alone. As a child, I was the good girl. Growing up, I was the model of a refined young lady. I felt wrapped in layers and layers of thick cocoons. Suffocating, unable to break free no matter how I struggled. A string that had been tightly wound in my heart for over twenty years Was about to snap and choke me. Suddenly I remembered the message Katie had sent me on SnapChat a few days ago. Her young boyfriend had taken her racing on his motorcycle. She said: “Olivia, I’ve been married for three years, but this is the first time I’ve felt so free.” “If men can keep mistresses, why should we stay faithful to a rotten cucumber?” “Olivia, seize the day and live a little.”

I went to that racing club too. As the instructor was getting me ready, Someone suddenly called out my name. “Olivia Zhang?” I turned around in surprise and saw Lucas leaning against his motorcycle. He was taking off his helmet, running his hand through his hair. Revealing sharp, handsome features with an untamed wildness. I politely nodded, about to leave. But Lucas spoke again: “You want to learn?” I hesitated for a moment, then nodded, “Mm.” He glanced at the instructor: “I’ll teach her, you can go.” I was a bit surprised and looked at Lucas. He leaned against his bike, broad-shouldered and long-legged, his figure tall and powerful. That intense, overwhelming masculine energy hit me like a wave. I instinctively averted my gaze. But I couldn’t help biting my lip lightly. For some reason, my heart started racing. “Come on, I’ll take you for a couple laps first.” Lucas handed me a helmet. I was about to refuse. But when his large, strong hand reached out to me, I inexplicably took the helmet. After getting on, I kept the maximum distance from Lucas. He planted his long legs on the ground, fastening his helmet strap, And glanced at me in the rearview mirror: “Want to fly off when we start moving?” “Hold onto my waist.” I bit my lip again, reaching out to lightly grip his racing suit. Lucas laughed but didn’t say anything more. He took it easy for the first lap. On the second lap, he gradually picked up speed. As we went faster, I got scared and pressed myself against his back, tightly hugging his waist. The hard, hot muscles under my arms suddenly tensed. The wind howled past us. Lucas’ slightly hoarse voice was carried to my ears by the wind: “Olivia.” He coughed lightly: “You’re holding on a bit too tight.”

I suddenly realized what he meant. But I was too scared to let go because of the extreme speed. I could only try my best to hold back my chest, wanting to avoid that overly intimate contact. But Lucas suddenly slowed down, stopping at the end of the track. He took off his helmet and lifted me off the bike. It was my first time racing, and my legs felt like jelly when I got off. Lucas reached out and steadied me with his hands on my waist. “Olivia.” The lighting wasn’t very bright. But through the goggles, I could clearly see the smoldering fire in his eyes. It was a look I had never seen on Ethan’s face before. An intense, overwhelming desire to possess. I couldn’t help but take a step back. But the large hands on my waist suddenly tightened. I instinctively stepped forward, stumbling into Lucas’ arms. With a click, he unclasped my helmet. The helmet came off, and the wind instantly blew my hair into disarray. I reflexively tilted my face up, wanting to brush back my hair. But Lucas was faster. His slightly calloused fingers brushed away the messy strands at my temples. Before I could react and pull away, He lowered his head and kissed me directly. He kissed me decisively, forcefully. As if he wouldn’t give me any chance to resist or push him away. My lips parted, his tongue slipping inside. His kissing technique was a bit clumsy, making me hurt a little. I frowned, and his movements slowed down. His large, slightly rough hands cupped my face. His fingertips brushed over my cheeks and ears. Instantly igniting sparks of electricity. He lifted me up again, setting me on the motorcycle. His strong, muscular body pressed against me. Like a volcano about to erupt, suppressing everything. My heart was racing, but I also felt panicked and at a loss. When his kiss fell again, my tears slowly welled up. “Olivia.” Lucas kissed the tears on my face. But his voice was unprecedentedly gentle: “Are you unhappy today?” I held back my tears, turning my face away. But his hand followed, cupping my face and refusing to let go. My eyelashes trembled, tears sliding into his palm. But I stubbornly refused to admit it. “I’m just hungry.” “I had a really bad dinner tonight, didn’t eat enough, feeling awful.” He froze, then looked at me with a smile. He lowered his head again, kissing away the tears on my eyelashes: “Let’s go, I’ll take you to get something good to eat.” “Are we going on this?” “It’s chilly at night, I’ll drive.” Very naturally, he took my hand. I struggled a bit, but couldn’t pull away. So he held on even tighter. Just as we got in the car, Lucas’ phone rang. He glanced at the screen, then at me, and answered. “Ethan, what’s up?”

“Calling you out for drinks.” Ethan’s voice sounded a bit down. Lucas smirked, his voice unable to hide his joy. “I’ve got plans tonight, ask the others.” “What plans could you possibly have? Come on, hurry up.” “Really can’t, I’ve got something.” Lucas said, casually turning on some music. Then he turned to ask me: “What kind of music do you want to listen to?” Before I could speak, Ethan exploded on the other end. “Lucas, who are you talking to?” “Don’t tell me you’ve got a girl with you?” Lucas didn’t confirm or deny it. Ethan was clearly intrigued: “No way, didn’t you say the girl you liked got married?” “You didn’t actually take out someone else’s wife, did you?” Lucas raised an eyebrow and gave a light “Mm.” “Holy shit.” Ethan’s voice went up an octave: “Don’t tell me you’re actually being the other man.” Lucas glanced at me, “If it’s her, I don’t mind being the other man.” “Wait, are you serious? You’re actually on a date with someone’s wife?” “Which poor bastard is getting cuckolded by you!” Lucas chose an upbeat song, then asked lazily: “You really want to know that badly?” “Of course, spill it! What kind of goddess could make the great Lucas Lu willing to be the other man?”

“Can’t say.” Lucas leaned back in his seat, a roguish smile on his lips: “She’s married, it wouldn’t be good for her if I said her name.” Ethan was silent for a moment. When he spoke again, he still sounded half skeptical: “Seriously, are you just messing with me, or is this for real?” “I’ve known you for so long, how come I never heard a peep about this?” “You kept your secrets just as well.” Lucas laughed coldly: “Besides, is it something to be proud of?” “That’s true.” Ethan sounded a bit sheepish. “I’m hanging up, we’ll catch up another time.” “Alright, don’t let me interrupt your romantic night.” After hanging up, he started the car and asked me: “What do you want to eat?” I looked out at the night through the car window, my mind still in a jumble. I had overheard most of their conversation just now. But I didn’t really believe it. Lucas came from a good family and had a proud personality. He was uniquely arrogant and unrestrained in the city. His grandfather had beaten him with a cane more than a few times. If he really liked someone, he wouldn’t just watch her get married. I couldn’t figure out why he would make up such a lie. But, it had nothing to do with me anyway. Between us, this was probably our only brief encounter. “Let’s go to the area near C University. There’s a food street there I loved when I was in school.” “Alright.” As he stepped on the gas, Lucas glanced at me again: “Fasten your seatbelt.” I hurriedly looked down to check. My loose hair fell forward, swaying gently and landing on his arm. I reached up to brush my hair back. But suddenly I noticed a white camellia hair tie in the center console storage. It looked very familiar. Because I had a pair of hair ties just like that. I had lost one of them later. But these hair ties weren’t anything special. They had been trendy online for a while last year. So it was probably just left behind by one of Lucas’ female companions. I slowly straightened up, calmly looking ahead. But I couldn’t help raising my hand to brush my slightly swollen lips with the back of my hand. But his kissing earlier had been so clumsy. I don’t know why such strange thoughts popped into my head. I couldn’t help but shake my head in self-mockery. What did it have to do with me anyway? Tonight was just an indulgent dream I had. “Olivia.” “Hm?” “Don’t you have any questions you want to ask me?”

Lucas glanced at me. Then looked back at the road ahead. My gaze fell on his large hands gripping the steering wheel. His hands were very attractive, with defined knuckles, rough and powerful. Not like the pampered hands of a rich young master at all. I have a bit of a hand fetish. Thinking of how he had held my waist and kissed me earlier, I couldn’t help but wonder if his two hands together could completely encircle my waist. “Don’t you want to ask who that person I mentioned is?” I reflexively asked: “Who is it?” Lucas just smiled: “What do you think?” I sat there stunned for a good while, suddenly hearing a buzzing in my ears. Even the upbeat music faded away. The red light came on, a long 78 seconds. The car stopped. Lucas reached out and gently held my hand. “Olivia, I was originally planning to take this secret to my grave.” “If I hadn’t seen you here tonight.” “Why?” Lucas didn’t answer, just held my hand very tightly. “Why were you unhappy today?” “How do you know I was unhappy?” “You’re not like this when you’re happy.” He turned to look at me: “Olivia, when you came in earlier, you looked like a wandering soul.” “Like a porcelain vase about to fall off a shelf.” “If I hadn’t called out to you, you would have fallen and shattered.” I suddenly felt a lump in my throat, tears rolling down uncontrollably. He let go of my hand and turned my face towards him, wanting to kiss away my tears. But the traffic light turned green, and the cars behind us started honking furiously. An annoyed expression flashed across his face. I couldn’t help but laugh: “You should drive.” But Lucas still found a place to pull over and stop. He unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned over to cup my face. “Olivia… don’t cry in front of me.” “I’m not allowed to cry either?” Lucas slowly lowered his head, kissing my wet face. “I can’t stand it.” “Olivia, I can’t stand seeing you cry.” His kisses moved lower, landing on my swollen lips: “I won’t hurt you this time.” “You’ve never kissed before, Lucas?” He didn’t answer, just suddenly deepened the kiss.

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The homeless man I’d accidentally helped turned out to be the CEO’s long-lost son. After he returned to his family and took over the business, he wanted to appoint me as the General Manager of a new company under their conglomerate. When the appointment letter arrived, my father took my sister to a plastic surgery clinic and had her face molded into mine, intending for her to take my place. Tiffany, my sister, was mediocre at best and always hung out with a rough crowd. “Your sister has a low education, and her reputation is in tatters,” my father said. “If she doesn’t seize this chance to turn her life around, she’ll never marry well.” “You’re educated and capable. Even without this position, you can still make a name for yourself based on your own merit.” I said nothing. My father called in my fiancé, Brandon Pierce. Brandon’s smile was gentle. “Perhaps a different path would be more suitable. You should just listen to your uncle, Seraphina.” “You’re too stubborn, you don’t know how to adapt. If you really became General Manager, you’d regret it.” I nodded and agreed, “Sounds good.”

My agreement was so quick that my father’s carefully prepared words got stuck in his throat, almost choking him. His face lit up with delight as he immediately told the nanny to pull off my designer bracelet and replace it with a wrinkled old hoodie. I stood still, letting them do as they pleased. “Don’t blame your dad for being heartless.” My father let out a long breath. “Your sister got into trouble with that gang of troublemakers a while back. She broke the leg of the son of the CEO’s rival.” “After your surgery, you’ll go to the police station and turn yourself in. It’ll save the police from coming here to find you.” My heart felt like it was being impaled by an ice pick. I clenched my fists, biting back tears, my voice hoarse: “Dad, am I really your biological daughter?” My father flinched. “What foolishness are you talking about, child?” “Of course you’re my daughter, but your sister grew up without a mother’s guidance. She’s a bit wild, and she’s already pitiful enough.” Brandon walked over too, reaching out to guide me to the basement for the plastic surgeon to start. “It’s hard to get bail from the police station, but I’ll visit you often.” “Once your sister establishes herself with the CEO, she’ll find a way to get you out and be her assistant.” “Even with a criminal record, I’ll still marry you. Your sister will take care of you, and things will get better.” A shot of anesthetic went in, and my vision blurred. When I woke up, the mirror showed a face wrapped in bandages. Brandon shouted to someone outside, “This is the one who assaulted him. Send her to the police station immediately!” He leaned in and whispered, “Act convincingly. Don’t let anyone see through it.” Two bodyguards came to drag me out. I took a deep breath and yelled: “I’ll walk myself!” My father and Brandon exchanged a knowing look, a hint of complicity on their faces. They let go of me. My father, with feigned concern, touched my still swollen and painful face. “Good girl, I’ve wronged you.” Brandon pulled a small bag from his pocket. Inside were a few small bills, some antiseptic wipes, a trashy magazine… All essentials for the detention center. He pressed the bag into my hand. “I specifically went and asked around near the detention center for these. They’re all for you.” I fought back tears, walking towards the door without a word. “My sweet girl!” A frantic voice called from behind me. Grandma Grace ran over, breathless, and grabbed my arm. “My sweet girl, I heard the CEO wants you to be the General Manager of the new company?” “That’s wonderful! Our family will finally be able to hold our heads high!” She took off her gold bracelet and put it on my wrist. “You’ve suffered so much these past years. Good times are finally coming.” I couldn’t hold back anymore. Tears streamed down, splashing onto Grandma’s hand. Grandma panicked, quickly letting go of me. “What’s wrong?” My father’s eyes darted away. Brandon kept checking his watch, glancing frequently towards the door. He urged, “Don’t waste time. If we don’t go now, the police will get suspicious.” Grandma looked bewildered. “What police?” My father remained silent, only waving his hand for the bodyguards to take me out.

Grandma’s confusion deepened, and she held onto me tightly, refusing to let go. “You wouldn’t dare! My granddaughter is the CEO’s chosen General Manager!” Just then, the butler rushed in. “The police are here.” Grandma gasped. “What do the police want?” Brandon grew impatient. He forcibly pried Grandma’s fingers from my arm. “She’s the one who caused trouble now.” “The real Seraphina and her sister switched faces. Ugh, it’s complicated. Just get her out of here!” Grandma shrieked, clutching me tight, refusing to release me. She looked at my father, then at my bandaged face, and understood everything. She screamed hysterically: “Arthur Hayes, you heartless monster! Not only do you not care for your daughter, but you want your own flesh and blood to go to jail! I’d rather kill myself right here than let you commit such a heinous act!” Then, she grabbed me again, sobbing uncontrollably: “My good granddaughter, Grandma is useless. I let you suffer so much, but this opportunity you finally got, why should you give it to that walking disaster?” “Did you forget what you promised Grandma?” I was crying so hard I could barely breathe. Yet, I hardened my heart and pulled my hand away, forcing a smile. “Grandma, there are things in this world more important than positions of power or a clean record.” “I’ve made my decision. I won’t regret it.” With that, I cruelly pushed Grandma away and strode out. Grandma tried to follow, but the house staff held her back. She suddenly shrieked, “Granddaughter, if you dare to step out of this house, I will die right here in front of you!” Seeing her in such agony, my heart twisted in agony. I suppressed the bitter pain in my heart, walking forward without looking back. “If you die, you’ll no longer be Grandma Hayes.” Grandma cried even harder. “I used to endure everything, afraid your grandfather would get angry, all for your safe upbringing. But now you’re going to jail for someone else, what more do I have to fear!” I nodded. “Now that I’m going to jail, you don’t have to put up with it anymore. Move to the old house.” “Cut ties with the Hayes family.” Grandma collapsed onto the floor in despair. “My sweet girl, what foolishness have you gotten into?” My father rushed over, threw a statement of disownment at Grandma, and hastily told the bodyguards to push me out. I bit my lip, forcing myself not to look back, Grandma’s cries still echoing in my ears. I kept reassuring myself that at least Grandma had cut ties with the Hayes family. She wouldn’t have to suffer any more grievances. Brandon Pierce, afraid I might try something, drove his car behind the police escort heading to the detention center. He slipped the guard a thick envelope, buying himself a few minutes to speak with me alone. I sat in the chair, looking at him coldly. “What else do you have to say?” Brandon checked his phone. “She should be here soon.” I asked, bewildered, “Who’s coming?” Just as I spoke, a person wearing a hat and a mask rushed in. It was Tiffany. Her eyes were red. As soon as she entered, she grabbed my hand. “Seraphina, you’re willing to take the fall for me. I’ll never be able to repay this kindness in my life. I promise to make it up to you.” Brandon “caringly” helped her up. “Ugh, you just had your stitches removed. Why did you rush over?” My already numb heart was pierced with sharp pain again. “It’s all your fault, you hit him so hard.” Tiffany leaned weakly into Brandon’s arms, looking frail. Brandon stroked her back, his eyes still holding a hint of lingering intimacy, but he turned to me and explained: “Don’t get the wrong idea. She has to pretend to be you now, which means she needs to be close to me. But you’re the one I truly care about.” I forced a faint smile. “You two are certainly close.”

I pushed myself up from the table, opened the door, and called for the guards to “escort” the two of them out. As soon as they left, I was dragged by a corrections officer into solitary confinement. They said they wanted to show me what happened to disobedient inmates. My ears filled with cries, and the figures of those being punished blurred, overlapping with Grandma Grace’s image. My mother died in childbirth after having Tiffany. I was raised by Grandma Grace from a young age. In the Hayes family, Grandma was always treated coldly by my grandfather. I remembered what Grandma Grace used to tell me when she secretly wiped away tears. She said not to be like her, enduring everything in silence. No one could be a lifelong pillar of support in this world; to stand firm, you ultimately had to rely on yourself. So I worked incredibly hard, studying finance, earning certifications, practicing negotiations, sharpening my skills. I wanted to carve out my own path, so Grandma could live with her head held high. But in the end, all of it turned into a mirage. I was pushed into a detention center to take the fall for someone else. My father’s favoritism, Brandon Pierce’s schemes—they sliced at my heart like blunt knives. I wanted to cry my eyes out. But I knew crying wouldn’t solve anything. “Grandma, wait for me,” I whispered. The next day, I obediently changed into a prisoner’s uniform and joined the other inmates in the detention center’s labor. The TV happened to be showing Brandon Pierce and Tiffany’s engagement party. My cellmates craned their necks, whispering: “Did you hear? The CEO of Pierce Corporation’s son is marrying the CEO’s newly recognized adopted daughter, the one who’s supposed to be General Manager?” “Yeah, apparently the CEO was lost and alone, and she kindly took him in, even giving him medical and travel expenses, which helped him reclaim his identity.” “What good fortune…”

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My wife, Tori, locked our son in her car in scorching heat while she was busy helping her male assistant pick out a new car. Leo ended up suffering a severe heatstroke. I rushed with my security detail to rescue our son and got him to the hospital, where he was immediately admitted to the emergency room. Barely holding back my rage, I called Tori. “You left our son locked in your car for two hours just for an assistant? He’s in the ER right now, fighting heatstroke!” To my disbelief, Tori actually laughed. “Oh, my bad. I just didn’t realize a kid would get heatstroke after two hours in a car.” Moments later, that male assistant, Lucas Miller, sent a provocative photo dump, flaunting his new car. His caption was pure smugness: *“My powerful boss’s generous favors… even if it means neglecting her own kid, I still get the best.”* My blood ran cold. I immediately sent my men to grab that bastard. We dragged him straight to the biggest, hottest room in the company’s old boiler house. He was about to get a taste of exactly what my son went through.

My bodyguards and I kicked open the door to Tori Hayes’ office. Lucas Miller was on his knees by her feet, his clothes a mess. The scene reeked of something intimate, but I ignored it. I roared, “Tie him up!” My bodyguards immediately gagged Lucas and dragged him out. Behind me, Tori’s piercing shriek followed, “Alex Thorne! Where are you taking Lucas?!” In the center of the old boiler room, the massive heating unit was already roaring, churning out waves of scorching heat. The temperature was horrifying. I pointed at the monstrous heater. “Throw him in!” My bodyguards ignored Lucas’s desperate struggles, shoved him into the chamber, and quickly retreated. Even they couldn’t stand the blistering heat and steam. I watched coldly as the chamber shook violently, Lucas trapped inside, his struggles futile. Tori rushed in on her heels, screaming into her phone. “Alex Thorne! Let Lucas go, or I’m calling the police!” “All the evidence is here! Don’t you dare forget this is a society of laws!” I grabbed her chin and slapped her hard. “Our son is still in critical care because of him! Now, it’s his turn to feel his body temperature spike, to slowly get cooked alive by the despair!” Tori froze, then lunged at me like a madwoman. “So what if our son got a little heatstroke? A bit of heat is good for building immunity!” “And didn’t you say boys should be raised tough?!” I stared into her shifting eyes. “I’m going to be with our son now. Lucas *will* stay in that room for two hours! If you dare release him, I’ll pull all my investments and bankrupt Hayes Industries immediately!” I shoved her away and drove to the hospital. My car had barely stopped when my assistant called. The moment I left, Tori had ordered the heat to be turned off. Lucas, red all over from the heat, was sent to the hospital. And she even put it on the company’s tab. I scoffed and texted Arthur, my executive assistant, to withdraw all my funds from Hayes Industries. Less than half an hour later, Tori was calling me like a madwoman.

The moment I answered, Tori’s accusations came flying at me like a barrage. “Alex Thorne! What the hell is wrong with you? Unfreeze my accounts right now! Don’t you know Lucas is waiting for surgery?!” I sneered, “Lucas? You call him so intimately. Did you forget you have a husband and a child?” “Our son ended up in the emergency room because of him, so he won’t get off easy either!” “As for you, for now, it’s just a withdrawal of funds. But I’m certainly not opposed to bankrupting Hayes Industries entirely!” Tori’s aggression instantly vanished. She stammered, asking to visit. Soon after, Tori appeared in front of the emergency room. Her eyes welled up with tears. “Honey, I really had no idea two hours in the car would send our son to the ER.” “He’s my flesh and blood; how could I not feel heartbroken?” She took my hand. “After all these years of marriage, don’t you trust me?” For Leo’s sake, I decided to give her one more chance. Seeing my expression soften, Tori quickly spoke. “Lucas is seriously injured. You froze Hayes Industries’ accounts. Without funds, you’re practically forcing him to die.” “Just give me the money first, so I can pay for his surgery.” I laughed in disbelief. “So you came here just for him! You want me to save him? Dream on?!” Tori’s face shifted drastically. She forced a smile and pouted, “We’re family, and you have so much money. What’s wrong with helping him out a little?” I stated firmly, “I won’t!” Her face completely darkened. She yanked her hand away and pointed a finger at me. “How can you be so cruel? You have so much money; what’s wrong with taking out a little?! “You’re going to let someone die right in front of your son’s surgery room. Aren’t you afraid your son will face retribution and die on the operating table?” She stormed off in a huff. Soon, Arthur reported that Tori had mortgaged some fixed assets under Hayes Industries. At my direction, she only managed to get out a couple hundred thousand dollars in cash. She hesitated for only a moment before transferring the entire sum to Lucas’s account. My heart turned to ice. “Prepare the divorce papers. Send all of Lucas’s dirt to Tori’s email. If she doesn’t act by noon tomorrow, she’ll leave with nothing!” Arthur nodded. The next afternoon, news of Lucas’s plagiarism and fake graduation experiments became a top trending topic. His university immediately announced the revocation of his diploma and degree. Lucas Miller, once an academic elite, instantly became public enemy number one. A photo of Lucas, hunched over and spitting blood in the hospital parking lot, landed in my inbox. My eyes were cold. Filth! After my son recovered, I arranged for him to go on vacation with a professional psychological support team to his grandparents overseas. My parents were furious when they learned what their precious grandson had endured; they almost had heart attacks. Years ago, Hayes Industries was on the brink of bankruptcy, and Tori’s father committed suicide. Tori and her mother were like headless chickens, trying to manage everything. I, out of old school ties, lent her a hand. She clung to me like a drowning person to a last straw, crying and begging to marry me. My parents disagreed, but I overruled their objections, using every means possible to marry her. I used my family’s resources to revive Hayes Industries, even helping them achieve their dream of going public. But now, for her lover, she abandoned her ailing mother, harmed her own son, and forgot the Thorne family’s kindness. I couldn’t show a shred of weakness to such an ungrateful woman!

My company assistant called me: “Mr. Thorne, it’s bad! Mrs. Hayes found out Arthur was behind exposing Lucas’s academic fraud. She’s gone mad, she’s got a knife and is threatening to dismember Arthur!” “Arthur can’t lay a hand on Mrs. Hayes, he can only run!” My face instantly darkened. Arthur had been with me every step of the way, shielding me from countless open and hidden attacks. How dare she touch him? “Withdraw all investments from Hayes Industries immediately. I want to see news of Hayes Industries’ bankruptcy within five minutes!” By the time I floored the gas pedal and arrived. The office building was in chaos. Tori, like a madwoman, held a fruit knife, glaring at me and screaming. “Alex Thorne, Lucas is still locked in that hot room, covered in burns! Why won’t you let him go?!” “I married you, I didn’t sell myself to you!” “If you won’t let me have peace, I’ll make you taste what it’s like to lose your most trusted confidant!” With that, she aimed the knife at Arthur’s wrist and lunged. I grabbed her hair, pulled her back, and kicked the knife out of her hand. I said coldly, “Are you done making a scene?” The door suddenly opened, and Lucas, looking weak, stumbled in. He tenderly rubbed Tori’s wrist. “Ms. Hayes, it’s not worth it for me!” He turned to me and immediately knelt. “Mr. Thorne, Tori and I have a purely professional relationship. If you want to blame someone, blame me. I was the shameless one who seduced her.” “As long as you forgive Tori, I’ll leave immediately and never appear before you or her again.” He spoke with such apparent sincerity. I nodded. “You *are* shameless!” But Tori instantly went berserk, pointing at me and cursing, “Alex Thorne! Enough is enough! You’ve already made Lucas spit blood, and now you want to ruin his education and career?!” “Catching cheaters requires proof! Where’s your evidence? How dare you bully a newcomer to the workplace?!” “Your dog bites its mistress, and you still protect it! Lucas is *my* man! Touch him again, and I’ll make your life hell!” I sneered and slapped her again. “You’re so busy scolding him, you forgot about yourself. He’s shameless, are you trying to be too?” Tori choked. The next second, her phone rang like a death knell. “It’s bad, Ms. Hayes! Several clients suddenly backed out and canceled their collaborations.” Then a photo appeared on her phone: Hayes Industries’ stock, which had been soaring that morning, suddenly plummeted in the afternoon, hitting rock bottom. The green screen reflected on Tori’s distorted face. Tori thought she had Hayes Industries completely under control these past few years, but she didn’t know that I had been secretly protecting it all along. “I advise you to think things through carefully.” I left her with that warning and walked out with Arthur.

After I pulled my shares, I also withdrew the technical support and sales teams. Seeing this, other shareholders quickly followed suit, pulling their investments. Hayes Industries’ stock instantly crashed. The shadow of bankruptcy loomed, and the Hayes Industries office building became eerily silent. Tori stood where her father had jumped years ago, her expression one of utter despair. I was waiting for the show to begin when I suddenly received a call from Leo’s caregiver. “Mr. Thorne, it’s bad! Mrs. Hayes forced her way into the hospital and took the young master!” Enraged, I dialed Tori’s number. “Where’s my son?!” Tori’s laughter was maniacal. “He’s on the Ferris wheel.” “As long as you stabilize the stock price and reinvest, he’ll come home safe. Otherwise…” Her voice was laced with poison. “If the Ferris wheel has an accident and the child falls to his death, it’s only right that I, a heartbroken mother, sue for compensation!” I roared, “You’re crazy! If anything happens to Leo, I’ll make you and your mother wish you were dead!” Tori shrieked, “Threats are useless! Alex Thorne! I married you and had a child only to save Hayes Industries! Now you want to destroy it over a small matter, so I’ll destroy what you care about most!” With that, Tori hung up. My mind went blank for a moment. I sped towards the amusement park like a madman. Finally, when I reached the base of the Ferris wheel, my blood ran cold. The Ferris wheel’s window had been pried open, and Tori was holding our son, suspended high in the air with one hand. Half of Leo’s body dangled outside, his face pale. Tori called me. “I know you’re watching. Transfer two billion to Hayes Industries’ account immediately, then bring the tech team back, or I’ll push him out!” “Fine! I’ll transfer it now!” My hands trembled as I made the transfer, my eyes fixed on the dizzying height. The moment the money hit her account, Tori’s lips curled into a smirk, and then she abruptly let go. Leo still had a smile on his face as he plummeted towards the ground. My eyes widened in terror. I instinctively lunged forward. “No—!” My son was left dangling in mid-air, swaying back and forth, a thin rope suspending my last breath. The next second, she placed a knife against the rope. “If you kneel and beg me, I’ll pull our son back up. Otherwise…” Leo was turning blue from the rope constricting him, crying out “Daddy” repeatedly. I knelt on the ground without hesitation. Tori held up her phone, laughing maniacally. “Thanks to Lucas’s idea, I get to see the high and mighty Mr. Thorne looking as pathetic as a dog!” “Weren’t you so tough with me yesterday? How come you’re on your knees now?” Tori laughed as she pulled the rope up. The moment she descended from the Ferris wheel, the people I had arranged for rushed out of the shadows and immediately pinned her to the ground. I tenderly held my son in my arms, my gaze sharp as I looked at the wildly struggling Tori. I had originally shown her mercy, not wanting to destroy everything she had, considering she bore me a child. But she actually dangled our son from a Ferris wheel for an assistant. In that case, she shouldn’t blame me for destroying everything she holds dear! I had arranged everything the moment I received that call. Coming alone was merely to buy Arthur more time.

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On the day of my wedding to Dominic Thorne, he called the police and personally sent me to prison. Three years later, he personally came to pick me up. He stood before me, his voice coiling around my ears like a malevolent ghost: “Anya Vance, how was your time inside?” My whole body trembled, and I didn’t dare look up. Until he slowly crept closer, his body brushing mine like a phantom: “Don’t rush. It’s not over yet!” Later, I endured his endless torment until I was diagnosed with a terminal illness, collapsing in a pool of blood, taking my last breath. But Dominic, the man who had sought to destroy me, clung to me like a madman, sobbing, “Anya, I was wrong. Can you please look at me again?” The day I was released, a heavy snow fell across the city. The moment the iron gate creaked open, a bone-chilling wind howled, and I wrapped my arms tightly around myself, the warmth quickly stolen from my body. I stumbled out, my steps unsteady, the surroundings utterly silent, save for the soft whisper of falling snowflakes. Standing by the gate, all I saw was a blanket of pristine white. Behind me, the prison guard’s voice faded in and out, barely audible, only Dominic Thorne’s name reaching my ears in a blur. Dominic Thorne… Dominic Thorne… I mumbled his name under my breath, my steps faltering as I instinctively veered to the right. And then, I unexpectedly collided with a cold, hard chest. A dull ache flared on my forehead. I tapped it, then looked up, instantly meeting a familiar face. It was too clear, and my mind went blank for a second. I rubbed my eyes, but he was still there. The guard’s words, spoken just moments ago, suddenly pieced together in my mind. “Anya Vance, just stay by the gate and don’t leave. Mr. Dominic Thorne will come to pick you up.” Dominic Thorne. It was him! The man who had personally sent me to prison three years ago now stood before me again. My body trembled. I dared not make another move. I was terrified he would kick me to the ground like he did three years ago, then drag me straight back to hell. The prison was behind me. I couldn’t go back inside. Dominic seemed satisfied with my terrified reaction. I stood in the snow, dressed in a thin jacket, frozen stiff. Dominic had been staring at me for so long that my limbs were numb and my entire body was shaking. But I still didn’t dare move. After a long silence, Dominic seemed to lose his patience and finally spoke. “Anya Vance, how was your time inside?” He stood before me, his voice, like a malevolent spirit, coiled around my ears. My whole body trembled, and I didn’t dare look up. For three years, that voice had haunted my nightmares every single day, impossible to shake off. I tried my best to curl myself up, to minimize my presence in front of Dominic, hoping he would lose interest and just let me go. Until he slowly crept closer, his body brushing mine like a phantom: “Don’t rush. It’s not over yet!” That single, airy sentence almost made me collapse onto the ground.

Like a puppet, I was lifted by Dominic into the car and taken back to his mansion. I had thought about hiding, about escaping, but looking into Dominic’s terrifying eyes, and remembering my three years inside, I knew that no matter how deep I hid or how far I ran, I probably couldn’t escape his grasp. Besides, I still had my family. Dominic was ruthless. If I truly escaped, my family would suffer the consequences. Numbly, I followed Dominic into the Thorne residence. It was a place I once knew so intimately, but now it made me flinch and hang back. All the maids and housekeepers at the Thorne residence were new faces. Of course. After what happened three years ago, they had stood by me and spoken up for me. Dominic, incandescent with rage, had fired them all long ago. Clutching the corner of my jacket, I cowered by the entrance, like a starving beggar. Dominic paused while changing his shoes, scrutinizing me with a peculiar gaze. As if remembering something, he suddenly pulled me close. “Anya Vance, get my shoes.” I recalled saying those very words to him once. But back then, our relationship was good. Mostly, I’d tease, and he’d just smile. I didn’t dare disobey. I bent down, half-kneeling on the floor, took out his slippers, and put them on him. Dominic scoffed softly, then paid me no mind, going straight to the living room sofa. I hesitated for a few seconds, then changed into the housekeeper’s slippers and followed him in. An older maid came forward to ask him how he wanted me arranged. Dominic shot a disdainful glance my way. “Whatever.” It was like casually discarding a trifle he didn’t care about. I clenched my fists, but still gathered my courage, stuttering, “Mr. Dominic… when can I leave here?” As if he’d heard a joke, Dominic suddenly stood up, looking down on me. “You want to leave?” “I told you, don’t rush!” “Anya Vance, you don’t actually think I’m joking, do you?” I looked up, meeting his cold eyes. For a moment, I suddenly wanted to explain what happened three years ago all over again. The words I was about to say were abruptly cut off by a sweet, gentle female voice. “Dominic, you’re back.”

That voice was too familiar. I said nothing more, looking up towards the stairs. Willow Shaw now looked radiant with happiness, a stark contrast to the timid girl she used to be. I watched her, carefully holding the banister as she stepped slowly, one step at a time, towards Dominic. As if she were the lady of the house, she feigned surprise: “Dominic, who is this?” Though her tone was soft, her eyes stared at me like a venomous snake. A wave of terror washed over me, and I stood frozen to the spot, chilled to the bone. After Dominic sent me to prison three years ago, she would come to visit me. Each time she left, I would face even harsher retaliation. I was kicked so hard that three of my ribs broke. As I lay on the ground, bloody and barely clinging to life, the triumphant voices of those thugs echoed in my ears: “You deserve to die, you bitch! How dare you steal from others?!” “Pah! Look at yourself, you trash!” Later, Dominic had those people send another message. “Stay there and reflect. Don’t make it easy for her.” Those painful memories felt like yesterday; the scabs on my body throbbed faintly. I tugged hard at my sleeve, and cold sweat beaded on my forehead. Dominic’s gaze was entirely on Willow, his voice gentle and considerate as he asked, “Why are you down here? Shouldn’t you rest a bit longer?” They were too intimate in front of me. I had expected to care, to feel pain, but after three years, I no longer craved Dominic’s attention. I cowered to the side, my mind a blur. The maid came over to ask Dominic about me. She glanced at Dominic and Willow, then cautiously asked, “Mr. Thorne, everything is ready. This young lady…” My face was ghostly pale. I almost collapsed, but the maid beside me steadied me. Dominic’s face instantly darkened, his tone angry: “Take her. No special treatment!” Dominic emphasized those last few words heavily. I forced myself to stay upright, circled around him, and followed the maid out. Willow seemed to be waiting deliberately, staring at me with a hateful gaze. “Anya Vance, how dare you show your face here!” I never understood why she harbored such intense animosity towards me. Our relationship hadn’t been that bad before. Until she approached me in the darkness and threatened: “You’d better behave yourself and not get any ideas. Otherwise, I don’t know what worse things Dominic will do to you because of our child!”

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My wife’s assistant linked a bizarre system to me. Every time I got angry, his bank account would rake in massive amounts of money, directly proportional to my fury. He’d deliberately flirt with my wife, infuriating me so much I had a heart attack in the middle of the night and ended up in the hospital. Meanwhile, his bank account had three million dollars wired in, and he was so thrilled he posted three SnapChat stories. After I was revived, I confronted my wife, but she just sneered at me with contempt: “Oh, so Kyle’s account gets more money the angrier you get? Why don’t you admit he’s just working hard to achieve all this?” “If you had even half of Kyle’s drive, you wouldn’t still be just a project manager.” Later, when he was short ten million to acquire my wife’s company, he deliberately sent me a hotel room number. He wanted me to walk in on them, trigger another heart attack, and die on the spot. But when I woke up, I was back on the day I first saw Kyle with Charlotte. The familiar ache in my chest was exactly as I remembered. This time, I just made them hold each other even tighter: “You two are made for each other. Seriously, just lock it down.”

When I opened my eyes, Kyle Miller was wrapping an arm around Charlotte Peterson’s waist. The scene was so familiar, so vivid, it made my heart clench with a sudden, sharp pain. Sunlight streamed through the coffee shop window, bathing them in a warm glow. Charlotte was beaming, and Kyle’s hand was unmistakably possessive, a blatant declaration of ownership wrapped around her waist. “Mr. Sterling? Are you alright? You look a little pale.” Emily, my secretary, pulled me back to reality. I touched my chest. The agonizing phantom pain from my last life’s heart attack still lingered there. I had died, then I lived again, returning to this crucial moment… The day I first discovered Charlotte and Kyle’s affair. And just half a month prior, Charlotte had tricked me into signing divorce papers, claiming it was for the company’s IPO and stock division. We were in the cooling-off period. “I’m fine.” I took a deep breath. “Let’s go say hello.” In my previous life, when I saw this, I stormed over, furious, demanding Charlotte explain herself. My explosive rage instantly added half a million to Kyle’s account. Charlotte, meanwhile, looked at me like I was insane, accusing me of being “paranoid,” “making a huge deal out of nothing,” and “overly jealous.” This time, I walked towards them with a steady pace, a polite smile plastered on my face. “Charlotte, what a coincidence.” My voice was so calm, it even surprised me. It seems when you stop loving someone, you gain this strange calm. Charlotte visibly stiffened, quickly retreating half a step from Kyle. “Blake? Why are you here? You didn’t tell me?” “My apologies, I had a client meeting.” After saying it, I found it almost laughable myself. Apologizing had become a habit with Charlotte. If her clothes weren’t ironed perfectly, I’d apologize; if the restaurant I booked wasn’t good, I’d apologize; if I failed to make a name for myself, I’d apologize. I chuckled bitterly, shaking my head, then turned my gaze to Kyle and extended a hand. “Mr. Miller, long time no see.” A flicker of surprise crossed Kyle’s eyes; he clearly hadn’t expected me to be so composed. He hesitated before shaking my hand. “Mr. Sterling, good to see you.” I felt the familiar pang in my chest, but this time, my expression didn’t change. I knew this feeling too well. Even after everything from my previous life, I kept telling myself not to get angry. But with the undeniable betrayal staring me in the face, who could really control it? “Buddy, if you like her so much, hold her tighter.” I suddenly reached out, giving them a slight push, forcing them closer together. My voice was cheerful, as if I were genuinely wishing them well. “You two are perfect for each other. Seriously, just lock it down.” Charlotte’s face instantly went chalk white. “Blake Sterling! What are you talking about!” “Just kidding.” I shrugged. “You two carry on, my client’s waiting.” As I turned to leave, I caught Kyle’s expression in my peripheral vision—he looked like he’d just swallowed something foul. Back in my car, I opened my banking app, logging into an account I hadn’t used in ages. The digits displayed on the screen made Emily, sitting in the front, gasp. A nine-figure balance, with a string of zeros after the first digit. “Mr. Sterling, this is…” Emily was my personal secretary, the only subordinate who followed me to this new company. “Just a little something I’ve been saving. Time to stir things up.” I said casually, then dialed an international number. “Mike, I’m ready to take over the Asia operations again.” “Excellent, Blake. Wall Street is ready for its King to return.”

Hanging up the call, I glanced towards the coffee shop. Charlotte once said she hated rich people and preferred a simple, real life. So, for five years, I had hidden my true identity. I pursued and married her under the guise of being a regular project manager at Zheng Corp, earning just a few thousand a month. At the same time, to revive the nearly collapsed Zheng Corp, I secretly funneled many projects to them. Zheng Corp, from an obscure small company, soared to become the well-known Zheng Group. For Charlotte, I even stopped touching my bank accounts, working diligently, using every penny of my hard-earned salary to please her. But later, her appetite grew, and the luxury items she brought home increased. Yet she seemed to be convinced I was just a poor office worker, not even bothering to tell me the origin of those bags and jewelry. Only later did I discover she was getting hot and heavy with that assistant who profited off my rage. “Emily, look into two things for me.” My voice was eerily calm. “First, the exact relationship between Charlotte Peterson and Kyle Miller; second, Kyle Miller’s financial movements over the past six months.” Three days later, Emily placed the investigation report on my desk. The photos showed Charlotte and Kyle kissing at a hotel entrance. The bank statements showed that every time we argued, a mysterious sum of money would appear in Kyle’s account, its amount directly proportional to my level of anger. “And this.” Emily handed me a USB drive. “Mr. Miller attended a mystic gathering last month. He supposedly sought out some powerful system from a spiritual guru.” I inserted the USB. In the video, Kyle was smugly showing off to a friend: “That fool Sterling gets me rich the angrier he gets! Yesterday, he saw me getting close to Charlotte, and he instantly exploded, giving me half a million!” A sharp pang of pain shot through my chest again, but this time, I smiled. So that’s how it was. This was the thing that killed me in my previous life. An evil system that converted my emotions into money. “Mr. Sterling, what are you planning…?” “Give them enough rope to hang themselves. That’s ancient wisdom, learn it.” I closed my laptop, smiling. The next morning, I stood before my walk-in closet, my fingers tracing the fabric of a long-forgotten custom-tailored suit. Five years. This six-figure power suit was finally going to see the light of day again. As I walked through the company’s revolving doors, the front desk receptionist’s coffee cup *crashed* to the floor. “Mr. S-Sterling?” A new intern in the elevator gaped. “You’re…?” I deliberately tugged at my cuff, revealing the gleaming Patek Philippe watch face. “What? Don’t you recognize me?” The crowded elevator suddenly fell silent. Someone whispered, “That watch alone could buy a house…” “Just a knock-off.” Mr. Hayes, the head of marketing, suddenly sneered. “He even skipped out on splitting the bill at our last team outing. Now he’s trying to act rich?” “Mr. Hayes, perhaps you should focus on explaining that fifty thousand dollars in entertainment expenses from last month.” I smiled, pressing the button for the executive floor, letting their scrutinizing gazes sweep over me. When the elevator stopped on the 38th floor, laughter erupted behind me. “He’s definitely going to get chewed out. Ms. Peterson hates his cheap, struggling appearance!” Pushing open the frosted glass door of the CEO’s office, I saw Charlotte sitting on Kyle’s lap, feeding him strawberries. The moment she saw me, she sprang up as if she’d been electrocuted. “Blake Sterling!” She grabbed a folder and threw it at me. “Who gave you permission to come to the company dressed like that? If clients see us, they’ll think Zheng Corp is so pathetic, our managers can’t even afford decent suits!”

Kyle slowly wiped strawberry juice from the corner of his mouth. “Don’t get upset, Charlotte. Blake’s outfit is probably rented.” He walked over and squeezed my suit fabric hard. “Tsk, tsk, it’s a pretty good replica, actually.” Charlotte suddenly sneered. “I knew it looked familiar! Mr. Mike Sterling, from Sterling Corp, wore that exact style at the finance summit last week, didn’t he?” She reached out and tugged at my tie. “You shameless thing, wearing a knock-off to my company, trying to parade around and con people!” I looked at Charlotte, her face red with fury. “Did it ever occur to you that it might be real?” Charlotte scoffed. “You had to save up for half a year just to buy me a five-thousand-dollar bracelet. Do you even know how much a real one of these costs?” Kyle also stood up and pushed me. “Didn’t Charlotte tell you not to come near her office? Why are you clinging to her like a stray dog? No wonder you’re still just a petty project manager after all these years.” I pulled out a folder. “Wait, you two will be interested in this.” I placed the folder on her desk. “Sterling Corp is very interested in the smart campus project. They’re willing to invest eighty million.” Charlotte’s eyelashes trembled violently. “You know people from Sterling Corp?” “He probably knows a janitor there?” Kyle burst out laughing. “Don’t try to act like a big shot! He couldn’t even afford the seafood buffet at the last team outing!” Charlotte echoed his laughter from beside him, and I suddenly found it incredibly ironic. Five years. Charlotte still didn’t know I was allergic to seafood. The CFO happened to walk in to deliver reports and sneered when he heard the conversation: “Mr. Sterling’s paychecks are still controlled by Ms. Peterson, where would he get money for designer brands?” Charlotte seemed to regain her composure, her heels clicking as she strode towards me. “Listen, take off that cheap fake outfit right now!” She suddenly ripped open my suit jacket. “Don’t embarrass yourself here anymor…!” She stopped abruptly, seeing the Patek Philippe watch on my wrist beneath the suit. “This watch?” she asked, incredulously. Kyle saw it too. He leaned in to examine my watch. “This fake is pretty convincing. Did you steal it from a client?” Charlotte, as if waking from a dream, pushed me out of the office: “Take your fake watch and fake suit, and get out!” I looked at the room full of clueless people. Just wait. Soon enough, you’ll know who’s real and who’s fake. A few days later, it was the company’s annual gala. I stood in a corner, holding a glass of champagne. The rented suit’s sleeve was already fraying, but I had no choice but to wear it. Charlotte had specifically texted me last night, demanding I “don’t wear your cheap junk and embarrass me.” If she knew that the “cheap junk” she disdained was a custom-tailored suit she couldn’t afford with three years of her salary… I wondered what her expression would be then.

“Now, please welcome the best project team of the year to the stage!” The host’s voice boomed. I adjusted my tie. I had pulled four months of all-nighters, averaging three hours of sleep a day, to complete this smart campus project that Sterling Corp was eyeing for investment. I’d finished it just before the deadline. Although it was credited to the team, everyone knew the core solution came from my hands. All to make my grandfather proud. “Let’s welcome the project lead, Kyle Miller! From today, he’s promoted to Director!” Applause thundered. My champagne glass, half-raised, froze in mid-air. On stage, Kyle, dressed in a custom-tailored suit, was bowing gracefully. On the large screen displaying the project summary, my name was listed last, marked as “material compilation.” “And a special thanks to my amazing partner.” Kyle suddenly blew a kiss towards the audience, and the camera promptly cut to the main table, where Charlotte was covering her mouth, giggling coyly. My heart clenched painfully. I fumbled for a pill and swallowed it. Just then, a microphone was thrust in front of me. “Mr. Sterling, as a team member, what are your thoughts?” The host was clearly unaware of the situation. “I hear you pulled several all-nighters?” The entire room fell silent. I saw Kyle’s narrowed eyes and Charlotte’s suddenly changing expression. “It was all thanks to Director Miller and Ms. Peterson’s excellent leadership.” I put on a perfectly timed expression of humility. “I just helped out a bit. Nothing worth everyone’s attention.” Kyle immediately beamed, and Charlotte’s expression shifted from tense to subtly contemptuous. She elegantly stood up, her high heels clicking. “My Blake,” she said, leaning intimately on my shoulder, her voice carried through the microphone to the entire room, “his biggest strength is knowing his place.” Her fingers dug hard into my shoulder blade. “After all, being a kept man is a real skill, right?” Laughter, like a tidal wave, crashed over me. I maintained my smile, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth. I hadn’t even realized I’d bitten the inside of my cheek. Kyle’s phone buzzed with a notification. He glanced at it, a wild grin spreading across his face. I knew what it was. My rage was being converted in real-time into numbers in his account. “Oh, right,” Charlotte said, turning back as she walked away. “Tomorrow’s our wedding anniversary. I booked a table at a Michelin-starred restaurant.” Her red lips curved into a smirk. “Don’t be late.” Of course, she wouldn’t show up. Last life, I waited four hours that day, only to receive a text from Kyle. It contained a hotel room number. I had gathered evidence of their affair, but my heart couldn’t take any more shocks. I died right outside that hotel room, becoming the laughingstock of the entire city. But this time, I had a surprise prepared. The next evening, I used half a year’s savings to buy Charlotte the Cartier necklace she had admired in a store last week. I waited at the restaurant until closing.

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Liam Cross forced me into a revealing bunny costume for our university farewell gala. He swore it was just a costume party. The moment I stepped inside, the room exploded with cruel laughter. “Wow, the valedictorian? More like the queen of kink, wouldn’t you say?” Professor Sterling, Liam’s mother, sneered, her voice dripping with disgust. “Summer Reed, you have absolutely no shame. Wearing this to such a formal event? Do you even deserve my son?!” My body trembled, tears blurring my vision. I looked at Liam, desperate for an explanation, for him to stand up for me. Instead, he scoffed, pulling Sophia Cross, who stood beside him, into his arms. Right in front of everyone, he kissed her passionately, then turned to me, his words like daggers. “Summer Reed, if you hadn’t taken Scarlett’s spot all those years ago, she wouldn’t have died in that car accident on her way to that other university!” “But heaven was kind enough to send me her sister, Sophia. She’s my true love!” “And you, you’re destined to be a pathetic orphan forever. Get out!” I fought to control my shaking body, feigning composure as I turned to leave. But inside, a burning resolve hardened my heart. If their love was so earth-shattering, then I’d make sure it shattered them both. 0

Months ago, I pulled countless all-nighters, coding for Liam. I helped him win the University Startup Challenge, along with a $1,000,000 prize. That allowed him to establish himself in the metropolitan hub even before graduation. He held me close, tracing my features repeatedly, murmuring sweet nothings. “Summer, we’ll get married right after graduation. I’ll give you the grandest wedding imaginable.” For those words, I turned down a $1,000,000 offer. And I willingly became pregnant with his child. But now I understood. All his kindness, every sweet gesture, had concealed a monstrous hatred. My legs swayed, the world blurring around me. I just wanted to escape, to walk away, step by agonizing step. But Liam wouldn’t let up. His mocking voice followed me. “I bet a million dollars she won’t even make it through the night. She’ll come crawling back, begging for my forgiveness, like a desperate alley cat.” The words hit me like a tidal wave, and the crowd’s laughter crashed down. My head swam. The baby inside me seemed to sense my distress, and a faint ache started in my belly. Clutching my stomach, I stumbled towards the staircase. Suddenly, someone grabbed me from behind. It was Sophia. She hugged me, her voice tearful, calling out to Liam. “Liam, my love, Summer didn’t mean it. Please, just let her go.” “You can’t just send her away. She’s pregnant and won’t find a job. Let her stay, even as a maid!” Her words sounded like a plea, but they carried a stinging, unbearable humiliation. I used every ounce of strength to push her away. A wicked, barely hidden smirk flashed across her lips as she abruptly shoved me forward, then dramatically fell backward herself. Caught off guard, I lost my balance and tumbled down the stairs. A tearing pain erupted in my abdomen. Warm blood instantly gushed down my thighs, staining the white fur of my bunny costume crimson. “My baby!” I shrieked. Liam’s face instantly paled, his chest visibly heaving. He instinctively lunged forward, reaching out to help me up. But Sophia’s whimpering voice cut him off, perfectly timed. “Summer, I really didn’t mean any harm! Why did you push me?!” She sobbed, but her eyes held a triumphant, wicked glint directed at me. “No… no, that’s not it…” I tried to explain, but the pain made coherent words impossible. Liam frowned, looking at me, a flicker of something complex in his eyes. Ultimately, he turned, helping Sophia to her feet instead. He swept a cold glance over me, his voice icy, filled with profound disgust. “Disgusting. This is what you get for hurting others. You owe us so much. Consider this child your atonement.” With that, he helped Sophia walk away, not looking back. I had no sin, so how could there be atonement! His idealized Scarlett – I’d never even met her. How could I have intentionally harmed her? I lay on the cold ground, trembling, blood spreading beneath me. Watching them leave, my heart hurt more than my body. The crowd gathered around me like spectators at a morbid show, no one offering a hand. I had to save my baby. Ignoring everything else, I bit down hard and struggled to my feet. Still in the bunny costume, covered in blood, I staggered onto the street. No driver dared to pick me up. Step by painful step, I finally reached the hospital. The surgery lasted three hours. When I woke, I heard what felt like a miracle. 0

“The baby is safe.” The doctor looked at me deeply, unable to resist a warning. “The fetus has been temporarily saved. Please be more careful in the future. Don’t harm the baby inside you.” The story was too long, I didn’t know how to refute it. I could only bow my head, stroking my belly, tears falling endlessly. Baby, from now on, Mommy will protect you no matter what! If I was going to leave, I was going to leave completely. I would take all my things with me. Back at the mansion, I ignored my physical discomfort and started packing. But I ran into Professor Sterling, who was about to leave. Seeing me, she raised her hand and slapped me across the face. “You brat, why haven’t you left yet? Are you still trying to seduce my son?!” I couldn’t imagine how she became a professor; she lacked any sense of decency. I gritted my teeth and explained that I was just there to pack my things and would leave completely in a moment. She still looked at me with disgust. “Someone like you doesn’t even qualify to be a maid here. I’m warning you, don’t try to seduce my son again, or you’ll regret it!” I had just packed a few simple clothes when the villa door swung open. Liam walked in, arm around Sophia. His eyes immediately fell on my slightly swollen belly, and a flicker of delight crossed his face. A mocking smile played on his lips. “I knew you’d come back,” he sneered. “Since the baby’s still there, you can stay as a maid. Take care of Sophia.” “And at my wedding with Sophia in three days, I’ll even let you be a bridesmaid. Consider it your indirect marriage to me.” I froze. Three days from now. That was supposed to be *our* wedding. He’d promised me countless times, a grand wedding. To love me forever, to build a happy family with our child. But now, the villain’s true face was finally revealed. And the bride had been replaced by Sophia. “Liam, my love, you’re so good to me,” Sophia simpered. “Even though Summer accidentally caused my sister’s death, you still let her be our bridesmaid.” “It’s just a shame about Scarlett, she didn’t even get to have a baby for you before she left.” She started crying as she spoke, but her eyes held a triumphant smirk directed at me. Liam’s face suddenly changed. He quickly pulled Sophia into his embrace, gently stroking her head. “Sophia, don’t be so sad. I’ll give all my love to you, to make up for her.” He glanced at me, hesitated for a moment, then finally made up his mind. “Yes, I can’t let Scarlett down.” The words had barely left his lips when he forcefully dragged me out of the room and shoved me into the mansion’s sauna. He tied me to a chair. “Liam Cross, you’re insane!” I suddenly understood his intention and struggled desperately. But I couldn’t fight his strength. He cranked up the heat and locked the door. His voice was cold as death, like a grim reaper’s judgment. “You can atone for your sins in here. Tomorrow morning, if the baby’s still alive, I’ll let you go. I guess Scarlett wouldn’t mind then.” With that, he seemed to not want to see me anymore and walked away with Sophia. The temperature in the sauna began to rise rapidly. In moments, my breathing became incredibly difficult. 0

“Liam Cross! Let me out!” I screamed desperately, but there was no response from outside. Time ticked by, second by agonizing second, and my body began to show signs of dehydration. The baby in my belly also squirmed uneasily, as if protesting the terrifying environment. “Baby, I’m sorry. Mommy is so sorry.” I looked down at my belly, tears mixing with sweat, streaming down my face. The high heat made me dizzy, and I started to hallucinate. I saw the first time Liam and I cooked together, my finger accidentally burned. He was so anxious he nearly cried, carefully applied aloe vera, then carried me to the sofa. He pretended to be angry, but his voice was gentle. “You’re not allowed in the kitchen again. If you’re hungry, just call your husband!” Whenever my period pain made me curl up in bed, he would clumsily brew ginger tea with brown sugar. He’d drop three drops on the back of his hand to test the temperature before personally feeding it to me. I looked into his loving eyes, thinking he would never change, not in three lifetimes. But now, he had tied me in this scorching room, abandoning me and our baby to die. Suffocating heat, unbearable pressure. I felt my consciousness slowly peeling away, the cramping in my lower abdomen growing increasingly intense. I curled up in the corner, using my last ounce of strength to protect my belly. Don’t be scared, baby. Mommy’s here… The next morning, when Liam opened the sauna door. What he saw was me, passed out, lying in a pool of blood. He rushed over, immediately picking me up. “Summer! Summer!” Through a haze, I heard the ambulance sirens. When my consciousness cleared, I was lying in the guest room bed, an IV drip in my arm. Liam sat nearby, focused on typing code on his laptop. “The baby…” My voice was hoarse, like a broken bellows. Hearing my faint whisper, he quickly leaned closer, his gaze slightly evasive. “The baby… it’s gone.” “You’ve paid your debt to Scarlett. From now on, just stay here in the mansion and be a good housekeeper.” He picked up a bowl of soup, scooped out a small spoonful. After blowing on it a few times, he brought it to my lips. “This is a restorative broth. I made it myself to help you recover. Drink it.” My chest constricted with pain. I pushed him away. “I owe Scarlett nothing! There were only two spots that year, but I was the top honors graduate in the entire state!” “That last spot was clearly stolen by you. The one who killed Scarlett should be you!” Liam’s movements stiffened. A flicker of panic crossed his face. But quickly, that panic was replaced by enraged shame. “Slam!” He shot up, a resounding slap landing hard on my face. My cheek instantly swelled, blood oozing from the corner of my mouth. “Summer Reed, what are you talking about?!” He roared at me, his face contorted in a sneer. “If it weren’t for you, I would have been with Scarlett years ago!” “You manipulative woman, you still refuse to admit your fault! You’re beyond hope!” I stopped arguing, only offering a faint, mocking laugh, reminding him. “Your true love is calling. Go answer it.” Liam glanced at his phone, then, as if trying to escape something, stormed out, slamming the door. I hadn’t eaten in days. That night, I was ravenous and had to use the wall for support to go downstairs to find food. But as soon as I reached the second floor, I heard sounds of intimacy coming from Liam’s room. 0

That had been our room. Now, the door was wide open, their entwined bodies clearly visible. “Liam, my love, gently. It’s only just three months. Look how impatient you are!” Her voice was brazen and grating, like a dull knife twisting viciously in my heart. My baby had just been lost, and Liam was already in the mood to carouse with his mistress, having the time of his life! And Sophia was already three months pregnant. I remembered vividly how overjoyed he was when I first became pregnant. He would lay his head on my belly every day, clumsily talking to the baby, reading stories. He imagined everything about our baby’s birth, promising to give our child the best future. He had loved our child so much. That tenderness and affection felt like it happened just yesterday. But now, our child was gone. And he didn’t show even a hint of sorrow. He was celebrating with his mistress. A wave of nausea washed over me. I didn’t hesitate any longer. I forced myself to pack my bags, and amidst their unrestrained moans, I left the mansion for good. In these past few years, I had poured all my energy into Liam. I seemed to have forgotten how brilliant I once was. I needed a job to support myself. And I needed a job to prove that I, Summer Reed, hadn’t been broken. I had just suffered a miscarriage, my body still recovering, but the very next day, I endured the pain to look for work. I chose a well-known tech company. With my professional skills and qualifications, I should easily get an offer. However, fate always seemed to enjoy playing cruel jokes on me. At the interview, I ran into Liam and Sophia again. “It’s okay, their loss if it doesn’t work out this time. I’ll arrange a few better ones for you!” Liam was with Sophia, a tender smile on his face, seemingly comforting her. “Summer?” He looked up and suddenly saw me, a flicker of surprise crossing his face, quickly turning to anger. “Why didn’t you come home last night? You just lost the baby and you’re already out running wild? Do you have no shame at all?” His voice wasn’t loud, but it was enough for everyone nearby to hear. In an instant, countless scornful, mocking gazes fell upon me. I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “I’ve already moved out. We have nothing to do with each other anymore.” Sophia, standing beside him, immediately put on her innocent, pitiful act, her eyes slightly red as she said to me. “Summer, can you please give me a chance? This job is really important to me.” “How can you intentionally compete with me over what happened yesterday?!” “Please, you took my sister’s spot in college back then. Can’t you just let me have this now?” As she spoke, a hint of malice flashed in her eyes, then she burst into tears and threw herself into Liam’s arms. Liam, hearing her words, immediately believed Sophia. He thought I was deliberately coming to this company to compete with her for revenge. He pointed at me, his voice filled with even more disgust. “Summer Reed, you really are shameless! You’d stoop to such despicable tactics!” I stared at Liam, my voice cold. “If we’re talking despicable, tricking me into getting pregnant right after graduation, and making me give up a million-dollar job offer – that’s truly despicable, isn’t it?!” He gritted his teeth in rage, about to retort, when the interviewer called my name. I walked into the interview room without looking back. The process was exceptionally smooth. My professional skills and project experience received high praise from the interviewers. My hiring was practically a certainty. Just as the interviewer was about to announce the result, Sophia and Liam suddenly burst in. 0

Sophia, tears streaming down her face, pointed at me, her voice choked with sobs. “Interviewer, she… she has a very questionable personal life! She had a miscarriage during the day, and was out partying at night!” As she spoke, she pulled out her phone. She played the video of me in the bunny costume, publicly humiliated in front of everyone. “Someone like this would seriously damage the company’s image. She’s completely unsuitable for this job!” Liam chimed in from the side. “She’s a promiscuous woman, and she even caused the death of my fiancée. How can someone like that be trusted with such an important position?” The interviewer’s face instantly turned ashen, their appreciative gaze wavering. “No, that’s not true!” I tried to explain, but the interviewer no longer wished to hear it. Finally, they just shook their head, looking regretful. “We’re very sorry, Ms. Reed, but we’ll need to reconsider.” I clenched my fists, blood oozing from my palms. I knew what those words meant. Tears I could no longer control spilled down my face as I walked out of the building. Standing under the scorching afternoon sun, I felt utterly cold. I refused to give up, and went to several more well-known tech companies. But in every interview, I noticed strange looks from the interviewers, and ultimately, all my applications were politely rejected. It wasn’t until that evening that I discovered my bunny costume video had gone viral online. All sorts of offensive titles and malicious comments surged towards me like a tide. “Is this woman crazy?” “Disrespectful to her mentors, she deserves to be humiliated and abandoned.” “Doesn’t look like a decent woman.” My phone vibrated ceaselessly with rejection calls from various companies. Even some companies that had previously expressed interest cancelled my interviews. I stared at the overwhelming torrent of insults on my phone screen, listening to the harsh sounds of rejection in my ear, utterly speechless. A rush of hot blood surged to my head, my vision went black, and I passed out completely. When I woke again, I found myself back in the guest room bed at Liam Cross’s mansion. “Summer, you’re awake.” Sophia pushed open the door. Liam followed behind her, holding a bowl of dark herbal soup. Seeing I was awake, a hint of triumph appeared on his face. “Sophia was kind enough to see you collapse on the street, that’s why I brought you back. You should thank her properly.” Thank her? Thank her for pushing me back into this abyss of no return? I just wanted to escape this hellhole quickly. I struggled to get out of bed, but Liam pushed me back down. “Do you really want to leave this house so badly?” “It’s not too late to go after you’ve recovered.” He pointed to the dark, murky soup in the bowl, saying Sophia had personally brewed it for me to help regulate my body. Ignoring my resistance, he pinched my chin and forcibly poured it down my throat. As the soup went down, a strange numbing sensation quickly spread through my limbs. Sophia walked to the bedside, leaning closer. “Sister Summer, just rest well.” Then, in a voice only we two could hear, she whispered in my ear. “Tomorrow, I’ve prepared another big show for you.” An alarm blared in my heart. I wanted to escape. But I found myself unable to move, even my eyelids felt heavy as lead. Soon, I fell into a deep, heavy sleep. The next morning, I was jolted awake by a violent crash as the door burst open. Liam’s eyes were bloodshot, like an enraged lion. He grabbed me off the bed, slammed me onto the floor, and started slapping my face relentlessly. “You wretch! You venomous viper!” He gripped my collar, roaring, his face twisted in a sneer. “My mother… my mother suffocated to death last night! You were the only one home! It must have been you!” I was disoriented from the fall, and the lingering effects of the medicine made my head throb. Professor Sterling… dead? 0 “It wasn’t me…” I weakly protested. “You’re still acting!” Liam slapped my face again, the hatred in his eyes practically devouring me.

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I am the top engineer at the National Deep Sea Technology Center and the only person in the world with deep-sea rescue experience. When my sister’s submarine had an accident and was trapped 10,000 meters deep in the ocean, I hung up her distress call. Then, without any rush, I went to the police station to turn myself in, claiming I had leaked confidential research information. A few minutes later, my father called in a rage, “Your sister’s life is hanging by a thread, where the hell are you?” “I order you to go to the accident site immediately to save her, or you won’t see a penny of the Land family fortune!” I calmly pulled the covers over myself and said into the phone, “No time. Don’t disturb my sleep.” When the rescue team captain came to find me, I was shaken awake from my deep sleep. “Engineer Snow! There’s been an accident!” “Your sister Stella’s ‘Deep Diver’ has lost contact at a depth of 10,900 meters in the Mariana Trench!” “They encountered an unknown underwater earthquake, all communications are down, and the chances of survival… are slim!” I opened my eyes groggily and looked at the person who had come. “So?” I asked indifferently. The captain was taken aback, seemingly not expecting this reaction from me. She urgently said, “We need you!” “You’re the only person in the world with successful rescue experience at depths of 10,000 meters. You’re their only hope of survival!” I calmly lay back down, turned over intending to continue sleeping, “Sorry, can’t help.” “What?” “I said, I can’t help,” I repeated, my tone as calm as if the person trapped at the bottom of the sea was my enemy. “Lucy Snow! Are you insane? Your sister is down there! Along with twenty other research team members! They only have enough oxygen to last 72 hours at most!” “My husband, Charlie Zhou,” I interrupted her, “He was the chief commander of the last rescue operation. In terms of experience, he’s more seasoned than me. You should go find him.” Captain Li looked at me in disbelief and yanked me up, yelling, “What the hell are you talking about? Of course we contacted Commander Zhou! But he’s not even in the country!” I chuckled lightly. “I know.” With that, I pulled the covers over my head and ignored her. She could only stamp her foot and storm out of the detention room, cursing under her breath. The world was quiet again. A few minutes later, a distinctive ringtone stubbornly rang out. It was my father, Harrison Land. I answered. “Lucy Snow! Why are you refusing to help with the rescue? Your sister is still down there!” As soon as he spoke, it was a barrage of accusations, his voice full of suppressed anger. “Dad, I just said, find Charlie. He’s more professional.” “I can’t reach him! His satellite phone is turned off!” Harrison’s voice grew increasingly anxious. I chuckled lightly, responding to him in a relaxed tone, “Oh, that’s normal.” “Because right now, he’s on the ‘Deep Diver’.” On the other end of the phone, Harrison’s breath caught sharply. Then came a thunderous rage: “What nonsense are you spouting! Charlie was personally assigned by me to go to the Arctic for the ‘Aurora Project’ last month! He won’t be back for another month! How could he possibly be on the ‘Deep Diver’!” “Is that so?” I feigned surprise, “Then maybe I remembered wrong.” “You…” I didn’t wait for him to finish before hanging up the phone. The next second, the phone immediately rang again. This time it was my stepmother, Fiona Woods. Her voice was thick with tears, sounding almost broken. “Lucy, please, I’m begging you, just go save your sister…” I leaned back in the chair, closed my eyes, and quietly listened to her performance. “Moreover, more than half of the twenty researchers on the submarine are students you personally mentored! How can you bear to watch them die at the bottom of the sea, 10,000 meters deep?” “Can you really be so heartless?”

I laughed. Of course I could be that heartless. An hour later, my father and stepmother found where I was being detained. I calmly watched the emergency rescue news of the “Deep Diver” being broadcast live on the wall-mounted TV through the cold iron bars. In the news, the host was dramatically introducing the list of missing personnel, portraying them as heroes who had sacrificed themselves for the country. The atmosphere was perfectly set. I raised my handcuffed hands and shrugged helplessly at them outside the iron bars. “As you can see, I’m in no position to help anyone right now.” “I’ve been detained for allegedly leaking core technology secrets of the ‘Deep Diver’.” Fiona’s expression transformed from shock to bewilderment to venom in a matter of seconds. Her well-maintained face twisted with anger as she accused in a shrill voice: “It was you! Lucy Snow! You did this on purpose!” “You’re jealous of your sister! You’re jealous that she became the chief designer of the ‘Deep Diver’ at such a young age!” “If you can’t have it, you want to destroy her! What a vicious heart you have!” Each of her accusations matched word for word with the media press releases from my previous life. It seems they had prepared this script long ago. My father, Harrison Land, was much calmer than her. He was anxious, but still maintained the dignity of a director. He stared at me intently: “What’s really going on?” “Not sure,” I leaned against the wall, my posture lazy, “Last night, the disciplinary department burst into my workshop, saying someone had reported me by name for selling the structural diagrams and underwater sonar identification codes of the ‘Deep Diver’ to foreign agencies.” Harrison’s face instantly turned ashen. He knew this was a frame-up, yet didn’t utter a single word of concern. Half of the core technology of the ‘Deep Diver’ came from my research results. How could I possibly leak my own life’s work? “Damn it!” He growled lowly, immediately pulling out his phone, “I’ll find someone right away, use every connection, and definitely get you out on bail within the day!” “Don’t waste your effort,” I flatly refused. “What do you mean?” “Before the official investigation results come out, if I leave here, it will only confirm the charges.” I looked at him, my gaze calm yet sharp, “Dad, you and I both know that once this charge is confirmed, my life is over.” Harrison’s movements froze. Of course he understood. I slowly asked him a question, “Dad, if today, only one of me and Stella could live.” “Who would you choose?” He opened his mouth, but couldn’t make a sound. Just then, Harrison’s phone rang. He grabbed onto it like a lifeline and immediately answered. The call was from the Arctic Research Center. “Director Land, we’ve just managed to contact Commander Zhou!” Harrison’s eyes instantly lit up. “That’s great! What did he say? Does he have a solution?” “Commander Zhou said he has already interrupted his Arctic mission and is trying to remotely connect to the ‘Deep Diver’s’ operating system using a backup channel! But…” “But what?” “But the submarine’s physical interface is locked, and the remote signal can’t fully access it! Someone must pilot a rescue vessel, reach the accident site in the deep sea, and perform a physical connection to have any chance of restarting the system!” “And this physical connection operation can only be completed by Engineer Lucy Snow!”

The phone was on speaker, and every word came through clearly to my ears. Harrison hung up the phone and looked at me with bloodshot eyes, his voice hoarse: “Lucy Snow, did you hear that? Now it’s not just about saving your sister, it’s about completing Charlie’s rescue plan! This is an order!” I lazily yawned, not even bothering to respond to him. Just then, there was a commotion outside the detention center. Several parents of the missing students, having somehow gotten wind of the news, had rushed here as well. As soon as they saw me, they fell to their knees in unison with a thud. “Professor Snow! Please! Please save our children!” “Yes, Professor Snow, we only have one daughter, she can’t die!” Cries and pleas rang out in a chorus. I looked down at them from above, my gaze as cold as ice. “What does their life or death have to do with me?” One sentence silenced all the crying. They looked at me in disbelief, as if looking at a monster. One of the mothers reacted, immediately pulling out her phone from her pocket, opening a screenshot of a transfer record, and holding it up in front of me. “How can it not be related to you! This is the record of my daughter paying you ‘research fees’!” “She said you stipulated that every month, we had to transfer $5,000 to this account, otherwise you wouldn’t let her participate in projects or graduate!” “Our children’s futures are in your hands, how can you stand by and watch them die!” Others also took out their phones, one transfer record after another, like heavy hammers, striking at me. “Yes! Our family paid too!” “We all paid! For two whole years!” Harrison, seeing those records, trembled with anger, pointing at my nose, his voice quavering. “You… you ungrateful daughter!” “Not only are you cold-blooded and heartless, but you’ve also done such despicable things as corruption and extorting students!” “You’ve completely disgraced our Land family!” He shouted in rage, as if I had really committed some unforgivable crime. But he and I both knew the truth. That receiving account didn’t belong to me at all. It belonged to his precious daughter, Stella. No matter how they begged, cursed, or even threatened to die, I had no reaction. I was like an outsider, coldly watching this farce unfold. Time ticked by second by second, and the golden window for rescuing the “Deep Diver” was rapidly closing. The online public opinion had completely exploded. #Chief Engineer Lucy Snow Refuses Rescue# #Lucy Snow Suspected of Leaking Secrets, Detained# #Lucy Snow Extorts Students# One glaring topic after another was pushed to the top of trending searches. My name, in just a few short hours, had become synonymous with cold-bloodedness, greed, and shamelessness. Just then, in the live rescue broadcast, a weak and intermittent electrical sound suddenly came through. It was Stella. “Sis… sis… can you hear me…” She seemed to be using all her strength, her voice full of fear of death and a desire for life. “Sis… I believe in you… I know you’ll save me…” “Ever since we were little… you’ve always been the sister I admired most… you won’t abandon me, right?”

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At my younger brother Brandon’s graduation party, he was absolutely beaming, declaring he was going to make a fortune this summer. “I’m going to start a live stream and become an influencer! I’m going to take on the ‘one hundred girls home’ challenge!” Recently, many people were doing this challenge, and the views were great. Plus, Brandon had just been accepted into a top-tier university, so everyone rushed to flatter him, praising his intelligence and innovative ideas. But I’d seen those videos. They called it “escorting girls home,” but in reality, it was just stalking and harassment. In my previous life, I was the only one who disagreed. I tried to convince Brandon that chasing this kind of viral trend would seriously blow up in his face, and he might even get his university admission revoked. But my mom slapped me. “You’re just jealous your brother is smarter than you!” Brandon’s tone dripped with sarcasm. “Sis, you just can’t stand that I’m more successful than you.” To stop him, I paid for and arranged a graduation trip for him, finally making him give up the idea. But just a few days later, those who took on the challenge blew up. Brandon started to resent me. He followed me after I finished working late, and under the cover of night, he pushed me into the river. I drowned. My parents claimed I’d accidentally fallen and drowned, then hastily buried me. After I died, my soul watched them laughing, celebrating that they had finally gotten rid of me, the obstacle holding them back from striking it rich. Reborn, I was back at Brandon’s graduation party. This time, I just offered a faint smile. “Oh, Brandon’s the smartest, absolutely.” 1 “Seriously? Didn’t you just say that was a terrible idea?” “What? Are you going to be so fake and wishy-washy even in front of your own family?” My mom looked at me with contempt, her voice dripping with scorn. My dad chimed in, sarcastically, “Oh, honey, just ignore her. This daughter of ours has no conscience. We might as well consider her a lost cause.” After dying once, I found myself much calmer than in my previous life. Before, I would have desperately tried to prove I was a good daughter and that I truly cared about Brandon’s well-being. But now, I just smiled politely. My brother, Brandon, saw my indifference and started wailing dramatically: “Everyone, she’s my own sister! Why is she so jealous of me? How can she be so cold-hearted?!” Encouraged by his performance, a chorus of relatives began to speak up: “Aster, you were indeed the only one who made it into a top-tier university in our family, but now Brandon is more promising. Don’t think you’re so special anymore!” “See? I told you. Girls just aren’t as good as boys; they’re not as smart and tend to be ungrateful leeches.” I looked around at them. They all seemed to have forgotten… When Uncle Ben was sick, I paid for his treatment; when Aunt Carol’s son needed money for a down payment on a house, I helped him raise it; when Aunt Sarah’s daughter couldn’t get into school, I pulled strings to find her a place. Even Brandon’s acceptance into a top-tier university was because I diligently tutored him for three years, helping him go from average to the top of his class. And anyway, if my dad hadn’t insisted I go buy fruit for Brandon on the day of my college entrance exam, how would I have been late? How would I, who was always number one in the entire city, have performed so poorly that my scores ended up being lower than Brandon’s? I closed my eyes. Before, I always lied to myself, convincing myself that they loved me too, maybe they just didn’t know how to express it. Sure enough, it’s hard for children to admit their parents don’t love them. I opened my eyes again. Thankfully, the Aster who craved family affection was already dead. I spoke calmly, almost nonchalantly, “Everyone…” I noticed my parents and Brandon staring at me intently, their faces full of schadenfreude. This scene was all too familiar. They often did this, blaming me back and forth, then watching me frantically try to defend myself like a lunatic. Then they could tell everyone I had mental issues, using it as an excuse to continue suppressing me. But this time, I offered a small smile. “Everyone, please don’t be upset. If Brandon wants to escort a hundred girls home, let him.” “You’re right. Brandon’s exam scores were higher than mine. He must be smarter.” 2 I noticed my mom’s expression instantly dimmed, and my dad pursed his lips. They were so disappointed that they hadn’t managed to drive me crazy and make a fool of me in front of everyone. My parents could still control their expressions, but Brandon couldn’t. He was too young. He looked a little flustered. “Aster, what do you mean by that?! Are you being sarcastic?! Do you think I won’t get famous?!” “I’m telling you, once I get famous and rich, everyone here today will be living the good life with me, except for you!” The relatives and friends present burst into laughter. Aunt Carol said, “Brandon, your aunt doesn’t want anything from you, but I just hope that when you make it big, you’ll help out my son’s kids.” Aunt Sarah smiled too. “Brandon, my daughter’s grades have always been a struggle. Why don’t you tutor her, perhaps?” “Your aunt won’t make you work for free. I’ll give you a red envelope.” Aunt Sarah pulled out a thick red envelope. Seeing this, many others also pulled out red envelopes for Brandon. These weren’t gifts for my parents; they were specifically for Brandon. Brandon held his head high, glancing at me triumphantly. My parents were also beaming with pride. I couldn’t help but remember my own graduation party a few years ago. Back then, no one valued me so highly, and no one gave me red envelopes. Instead, they all presumed I would become an ungrateful wretch, constantly reminding me to remember family affection and not to forget my family once I got a boyfriend. I still remember feeling like I was on pins and needles then. It was supposed to be a celebratory graduation party, but I was on the verge of tears from the injustice. I sneered inwardly. This time, I’d make sure they saw what a *real* ungrateful leech looked like. My parents and Brandon basked in others’ flattery, enjoying their moment of glory. Let them be proud for a while. I remembered clearly that not long after I died in my last life, those who were escorting girls home late at night did indeed face backlash. Many media outlets stepped in to criticize the phenomenon. If Brandon became one of them, would any university still accept him? After collecting all the red envelopes, Brandon turned to me. “Sis, where’s *your* red envelope?” I feigned surprise. “Why would you think I’d give you one?” “Don’t you know I’m cold-hearted? Don’t Mom, Dad, and all our relatives know I’m an ungrateful leech with no conscience?” This was the first time I had ever refused my family money. Everyone looked stunned, frozen in place. Before they could react, I stood up and walked away. I’d had enough of this place. As I reached the door, I heard Brandon’s furious roar behind me: “Aster! Don’t you ever think you’ll get a single dime from me in the future!” Everyone present started echoing his words. I scoffed. These people were flattering Brandon just to invest in a potential goldmine, hoping for double the profits. But trying to make money off someone with Brandon’s despicable character was like dancing with the devil. 3 Just a few days later, Brandon started his live streams. Brandon specifically targeted young, pretty girls, and the comments in his stream were utterly disgusting. But it was clear these girls didn’t want to be escorted by a stranger. They looked terrified, stumbling as they tried to run away, yet the number of viewers in his stream kept soaring. In the family SnapChat group, messages popped up one after another. “Brandon’s only been streaming for three days and he already has so many viewers!” My mom replied proudly, “Of course! He already has over ten thousand followers!” My dad also said, “Yeah! Brandon is just so much better than his sister!” How boring… I was about to turn off my phone when a private message from my mom popped up. “Your Grandma Rose is sick. If you still have any conscience, come see her.” My heart clenched instantly. When I was little, my parents were always busy. Grandma Rose raised me. But after Brandon was born, they suddenly weren’t busy anymore. When I felt lost because of my parents’ indifference, Grandma Rose was there, holding me, comforting me. Grandma Rose always said that no matter what my parents thought, she would always love me the most. I took a day off and went to Grandma Rose’s little house. Grandma Rose’s eyes welled up when she saw me. She said weakly, “Aster, Grandma is fine, just a little high blood pressure. You taking time off will just delay your work.” “It’s fine, Grandma. But your blood pressure was stable, wasn’t it? Why did it suddenly go up?” Grandma Rose sighed. It turned out that on the day of Brandon’s graduation party, Grandma Rose had seen me being bullied by everyone and was so anxious and angry that she fainted shortly after I left. My heart ached. Even for Grandma Rose, I had to find a way to get rid of these parasitic relatives. At dinner time, everyone at the table was loudly chatting. Brandon boasted to me, “Sis, I’m really going to blow up. Go check out my follower count now!” “Sis, I’ll let the red envelope thing slide from my graduation party.” “Now, if you give me ten thousand, I’ll use it to boost my content, and I’ll count you as an investor, how about that?” I shook my head. “I’m not interested.” “Brandon, if I really partnered with you, Mom and Dad would probably be worried sick every day, wondering if I, this ungrateful leech, would scheme against their precious son.” My dad slammed his fork down, ready to curse at me. But my mom glanced at a frail Grandma Rose and stopped my dad with her eyes. My dad quieted down, but Uncle Ben started acting pompous again. “Aster, everyone at this table is your flesh and blood, your closest family! You can’t be so petty with your own relatives!” “You young people nowadays are so selfish, not as righteous as us older folks!” Aunt Sarah chimed in, “My brother’s right. You have to have a spirit of dedication to your family. It’s just a little money you need to invest!” I was mindful of Grandma Rose and didn’t want to start a conflict with them. I mentally told myself to just pretend they were talking nonsense! Uncle Ben, with the alcohol kicking in, got even more excited: “What’s wrong with investing a little money in Brandon? Brandon isn’t an outsider!” “How many people in this world can truly treat you well? Only the few of us at this table, right?” “If you ask me, forget investing money! Even if Brandon loses it all, so what?! That’s family love!” I had reached my limit. I was about to retort… Just then, “Uncle Ben! Why don’t *you* invest in me then?!” Brandon’s eyes lit up as he looked at Uncle Ben. Uncle Ben froze instantly, his drunken eyes clearing up. “Uh… I…” Uncle Ben stammered. I almost burst out laughing. Brandon then turned to Aunt Sarah, who quickly looked down. But Brandon spoke anyway. “Aunt Sarah, you should invest a little too!” Aunt Sarah’s body stiffened. Brandon didn’t seem to care about their current awkwardness, talking to himself: “Thank you, Uncle Ben! Thank you, Aunt Sarah! I, Brandon, am so lucky! To have such loyal and devoted elders!” Uncle Ben and Aunt Sarah exchanged glances, their faces thunderous. At that moment, my parents quickly refilled Uncle Ben’s and Aunt Sarah’s glasses, ready to toast them. My dad said, “Our Brandon is a top-tier university student! You can invest with confidence! He’ll never lose it!” My mom wiped away fake tears. “Indeed, no one can be relied on but my own brother and sister! Not even my own daughter!” Uncle Ben and Aunt Sarah were completely cornered, gritting their teeth and nodding. At this point, Aunt Laura and Uncle Gary’s faces were even darker than the bottom of a pot. 4 I lowered my head, hiding the smile I couldn’t suppress. Just then, a sharp pain shot through my waist. My mom had pinched me hard. She leaned in close and whispered, “Even so, you still have to give your brother ten thousand!” “Otherwise, I’ll tell everyone you’re unfilial! You can just wait to be dragged through the mud and face online hate!” A chill ran down my spine. I didn’t care about what people said, but how much did she truly despise me? To go to such lengths against me? I vaguely nodded. Seeing my nod, she smiled with satisfaction. Ha, I just didn’t want to cause a scene in front of Grandma Rose. If I actually gave them money, wouldn’t I just sink deeper into this swamp of a family? After leaving Grandma Rose’s house, I immediately blocked all my relatives, including my parents and Brandon. And I didn’t forget to leave the family SnapChat group. Then, I quickly found a new place to live and moved in. After settling everything, my heart gradually calmed down. But I couldn’t understand why Brandon’s follower count was growing so fast and steadily. Did he even need to boost his content? And he’d received so many red envelopes at his graduation party, why did he still need so much money? Thinking this, I opened his live stream again. The girl Brandon picked this time looked quite young, still carrying a school backpack, probably only sixteen or seventeen. When she realized Brandon was following her, her face instantly turned incredibly pale. The girl quickened her pace. Seeing the girl try to escape, Brandon lunged and blocked her path. He smiled maliciously. “Why are you running, little sister? Do I look like a bad guy?” The girl tried to stay calm. “Get lost! I’ve seen enough creeps like you, and I’m not afraid!” The comments scrolled rapidly. “Good intentions wasted on an ungrateful person,主播 quickly teach her a lesson!” “This girl is such a jerk, can’t even take a joke.” Seeing that the girl had riled up the audience, Brandon smiled. “Little sister, I’m not a bad guy. I want to escort you home.” “I see you’re probably in high school, right? I just graduated from senior year.” He said smugly, “Plus, I’ve been accepted into a top-tier university. I could even come to your house and tutor you!” As Brandon said this, the comments exploded with excitement. “The streamer got into a top-tier university? This girl must be dumbfounded!” “This girl is so ungrateful! It’s an honor for a top-tier university student to offer to escort her!” The girl wasn’t buying any of it. She shoved Brandon hard and ran off. The comments became even more frenzied. “Hahahaha streamer, chase her! Chase her!” My anger flared. How pathetic must these people’s lives be to need to terrorize a girl late at night to prove their strength? Gift effects popped up one after another, and Brandon chased with increasing enthusiasm. I reached out and clicked “Report.” Just then, a sharp screech of tires pierced the air, and the girl fell to the ground. Brandon stopped abruptly, and his pale face was reflected on the screen. Comments scrolled wildly, and Brandon immediately ended the live stream. At that moment, I finally recognized the girl. She was the daughter of my company’s CEO, and he was the wealthiest person in the city. I quickly dialed 91 That night, I was sleepless. The next day at work, I found a layoff notice on the company HR computer that hadn’t been issued yet. My name was on it. Immediately after, my phone rang suddenly. It was an unfamiliar number. I answered, and the voice on the other end was harsh and shrill. It was my parents. Their numbers were blocked, so they had gotten a new one to call me. “Aster! Go find your CEO right now! Whatever you have to do! Fix this for your brother!” “That girl isn’t even dead! She just got a little hurt! Why should your brother’s future be ruined because of that?!” “Your CEO thinks so highly of you, doesn’t he?! Go sleep with him! You *have* to save your brother!” I hung up, my heart growing colder and colder. I no longer hesitated. I walked to the CEO’s office and knocked on the door. 5 After I went to see the CEO, Brandon really wasn’t held responsible, and I wasn’t fired either. Grandma Rose called me, extremely worried.

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