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Three months before the SATs, my mom took my sister and me to buy lucky charms. Emma immediately fell in love with a black cat charm said to bring good fortune. I chose a white cat charm that was supposed to help distinguish right from wrong. Emma, who had always been a poor student, suddenly saw her grades skyrocket. Meanwhile, my grades, which had always been excellent, began to plummet. I ultimately failed to get into any good colleges. Unwilling to accept defeat, I decided to take a gap year and retake the SATs. But the stress and endless nights of studying eventually took their toll. I died from exhaustion. In my final moments, Emma whispered in my ear: “You know, sis, the black cat doesn’t just bring good luck. It can also steal luck from others.” I died filled with resentment. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day we chose our lucky charms. “The black cat is way cuter. That white cat looks as disgusting as you, sis!” Emma sneered. It was the exact same scene as before. Last time, I hadn’t dared to argue back. I had silently picked up the white cat’s cage and left. But this time was different. I grabbed Emma’s outstretched hand. With a slight smile, I said: “Oh really? Then I’ll take the black cat.” Emma’s smug grin instantly froze. She stared at me in disbelief: “How dare you talk to me like that! Do you need to be taught a lesson?” She raised her hand, about to slap me across the face. In my past life, I would have backed down to keep the peace in the family. But this time, I caught her hand mid-air and slapped her instead. Seeing Emma get hit, our mom, who had always stayed silent when I was bullied, suddenly changed her tune: “Your sister was just joking with you! Why did you hit her so hard? I swear, why did I give birth to such an ungrateful child like you!” I ignored her and calmly picked up the cage with the black cat, turning to leave. Just as I was about to walk out, Emma finally recovered from the shock of the pain. She screamed hysterically after me: “No! How am I supposed to pass the SATs without it!” I paused. So Emma had been reborn too. Emma and I were born just three minutes apart, but our personalities couldn’t have been more different. I had always been timid and afraid of conflict. Emma was domineering and loved bullying others at school. I generally tried to avoid her in daily life. But who could have guessed that everything would change three months before the SATs. Emma had spent her high school years smoking, drinking, and fighting. She cycled through boyfriends like changing clothes. She hung out with a bad crowd outside of school every day. Forget getting into a good college – she’d be lucky to get into any college at all. Mom was worried sick. She heard that the charms sold at this shop had special powers that could help with exams. That’s why she had brought us all this way to buy them. In my past life, even though my white cat was supposed to help distinguish right and wrong, it would mysteriously fall asleep during every exam. Meanwhile, Emma’s grades kept improving. Not only did she easily get into an Ivy League school, but she also caught the eye of a rich classmate who fell in love with her at first sight. I failed the SATs miserably. Unwilling to accept defeat, I decided to take a gap year and try again. But my grades kept getting worse and worse. In the end, I died from the stress one night. Just before I died, Emma told me the truth – that all my good luck had been stolen by her. Thankfully, the heavens had given me another chance. This time, I refused to repeat the same mistakes. “What are you spacing out for? Let’s go!” Emma snapped at me, her face dark with anger. I glanced at her and the drowsy black cat in her arms, raising an eyebrow: “Emma, you better take good care of it. After all, your entire future depends on this cat now.” “Mind your own business!” She slammed the car door shut with a thunderous bang. Through the window, I saw her viciously throw the white cat’s cage to the ground: “Useless thing! Just looking at you pisses me off!” Oh Emma, you’re being too hasty. The white cat may not be able to help you ace the SATs, but it could open up a whole different path for you.

As soon as we got home, Emma kicked the white cat’s cage, sending it tumbling. Watching the poor kitten struggle inside the cage, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for it: “If you don’t like it, just return it to the shop. Why take your anger out on an innocent animal?” Emma got even angrier hearing this. She grabbed the cage and stormed back to her room in a huff: “Stop pretending to be a good person!” I couldn’t bear to see the white cat being abused, so I ended up making a little bed for it. I also brought the black cat into my bedroom. Its eyes sparkled with curiosity as it looked me up and down. At first it was shy about letting me pet it, but after a while it started licking my hand affectionately. I couldn’t help but giggle at how cute it was. As the SATs drew closer, even with the black cat’s help, I didn’t dare slack off. I spent every day studying from dawn till dusk, trying to make the most of every minute. In my past life, I had always been a top student. I thought getting into an Ivy League was practically guaranteed. My teachers had even hinted that I might be the valedictorian of our school. But after getting the black cat, my mental state took a sharp turn for the worse. I fell asleep several times during exams. In the end, I bombed the SATs completely. Meanwhile, Emma, who had absorbed all my good luck, saw her grades mysteriously skyrocket even though she still hung out with her delinquent friends all day. I had thought she had finally buckled down and started studying. It wasn’t until I was on my deathbed that I learned the truth. Thinking about how all my hard work had ended up benefiting Emma made my blood boil with anger. But what upset me even more was my mom’s attitude. She clearly knew Emma was responsible for my death. Yet she still hastily buried me and moved the family to a new city with Emma. She didn’t even bother coming back to visit my grave on holidays. I finally understood that there was no real love in this family. Everyone had just been using me. Emma still disliked the white cat, but at this point it was too late to change anything. Plus, my temper had become unpredictable lately. The moment she tried to bully me, I would slam my hand on the table and threaten to fight her. She didn’t dare try to steal the cat back. At dinner, she viciously stabbed at the food in her bowl: “Some people are just born losers. Even with a lucky charm to help, they still can’t get into a good school.” I barely glanced up at her: “Eating dinner and giving a self-introduction at the same time? How efficient.” “You-!” She was so angry her face turned the color of a pig’s liver. She slammed her bowl and chopsticks onto the table with a crash. “What about me? At least I’m better than someone who can’t even fill out their exam registration correctly. Why are you even taking the SATs? Just to donate the registration fee to the government?” “Enough! We’re eating dinner, stop arguing! If you keep this up, you can both get out!” Mom suddenly slammed her hand on the table. That finally put an end to the squabble. I smirked coldly. Mom was always like this. She’d pretend not to see when Emma mocked me. But the moment I fought back even a little, she’d jump out and play peacemaker. Late that night as I was reviewing the day’s practice questions, my bedroom door was suddenly pushed open. Emma leaned against the doorframe, her face dark: “Sis, how come your black cat does nothing but eat and sleep all day? You sure it’s not just stupid? Better hope it doesn’t end up having side effects instead of helping you.” The black cat had been sleeping in its bed, but hearing Emma insult it, it suddenly leapt out. It extended its claws and viciously scratched Emma’s wrist. “Ahh!!” Emma screamed and stumbled backwards. Her arm was already streaked with blood. Blood dripped onto the floor as she grimaced in pain: “Just like its owner – an ungrateful little beast! Animals will always be animals!” I gently stroked the black cat’s head: “We don’t bother with crazy people.” The cat rolled its eyes haughtily and curled up in my lap to continue sleeping. In my past life, even though the black cat had been forced to obey Emma, their relationship had always been a bit strange. If Emma hadn’t been afraid the cat would die if she threw it, the black cat probably wouldn’t have listened to her at all. Seeing how well the black cat and I got along, Emma gritted her teeth: “As expected, lowly creatures of a feather flock together.” I rubbed my temples: “If you don’t leave now, I promise you’ll end up black and blue.” Remembering how I had beaten her up before, she got a bit scared. Using the excuse of needing to treat her injured hand, she quickly left. But before going, she couldn’t help muttering under her breath: “So what if it brings good luck? During the exam, my white cat can directly tell me which answers are right or wrong!” Little did she know, a few days later in the mock exam, she would end up dead last in the entire school.

As soon as we got home with our test results, Mom eagerly snatched my score report to examine it closely. The more she looked, the wider her eyes got. By the end, her voice had risen to a shriek: “How is this possible?! Your sister should have been first in the school!” I pushed up my glasses and stared at her expressionlessly: “Emma is first in the school. First from the bottom, that is.” Just as I finished speaking, Emma came bursting through the front door and threw herself into Mom’s arms, wailing: “Mom! How could this happen?! How?! Wasn’t the white cat supposed to tell me which answers were right? Why did I still end up last in the school?!” I couldn’t help but laugh coldly: “You’re really stupid, aren’t you? The most important part of the SAT is the essay section. Even if the white cat helped you ace the multiple choice, what good does that do if you can’t write a single coherent sentence?” In my past life, my weakness had been the multiple choice section. I always lost points I shouldn’t have there. That’s why I had chosen the white cat to help me identify the correct answers. But for Emma, who couldn’t even string a sentence together, the white cat was clearly useless. Mom didn’t have much education herself, so she couldn’t follow all this back-and-forth. She just defaulted to defending Emma as usual: “Did you steal your sister’s score? Haven’t I told you before that as the older sister, you need to let your sister win sometimes?” Right, let my sister win. Mom had been drilling this idea into my head since I was little. All the good food and drinks had to go to Emma. Emma got to wear the pretty clothes first, I only got her hand-me-downs. Emma got the beautiful princess-themed bedroom, while I was squeezed into the dark basement. In the end, I even had to give up my SAT scores and my bright future to Emma. What more did they want from me? Thinking about how I had listened to Mom in my past life, only to end up with such a miserable fate, I couldn’t help but feel like a complete fool. “What, should I give her my brain too? It’s not my fault she’s an idiot,” I shot back mercilessly. Mom was stunned for a moment, then exploded in rage: “How dare you talk back to me like that! I raised you to this age, and this is how you repay me? You’re not allowed to sleep tonight! Kneel in the living room and reflect on your mistakes!” If this was my past life, I would have been trembling in fear by now, obediently kneeling down. But I wasn’t going to be so stupid this time. I stared Mom straight in the eye: “You raised me? Have you forgotten that I’ve been working to support myself since I was 14? Your new clothes and new phone were all bought with my scholarship money!” Mom’s face paled. Knowing she was in the wrong, she could only resort to unreasonable arguments: “I’m your mother! I gave birth to you, so your money is my money! I can use it however I want!” “If you can’t accept that, then get out and live on your own!” She finished with a smug look, clearly expecting me to apologize. After all, without this home, I would end up on the streets. But she never expected me to calmly nod and say: “As it happens, the school has offered me a spot in the national math olympiad. They’re providing a dorm for me to focus on studying. Thanks for letting me leave, Mom.” “What?! You got into the national math olympiad?!” Emma, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn’t hold back anymore. Her eyeballs looked like they were about to pop out of their sockets. I waved the invitation letter in my hand: “What’s wrong, never seen one before? I suppose the only thing you’ve ever held is a report card with the lowest score in school.” This was a fatal blow to Emma. After all, if I won an award at the national math olympiad, I could get into any top university without even taking the SATs. “How did your grades improve so quickly…” Mom eyed me suspiciously. I had been waiting for her to ask this: “I have to thank you for buying me that cat. I discovered that if I imitate the cat by crawling around on the ground meowing every day, I always do well on tests the next day!” As expected, Emma’s eyes lit up when she heard this. Sure enough, the next morning, I was woken up by Mom’s shouts: “Why are you still sleeping?! Quick, come see your sister! She… has she gone crazy?”

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After the real daughter came home, my parents sent me to Pleasure Island. Pleasure Island is a reality show that broadcasts nonstop, 24 hours a day. Everyone saw my tragic fate, being exploited by the people of the Island Nation. My fiancé unilaterally broke off our engagement and romantically proposed to Genevieve. “How can a woman like her, who has been exposed to everyone, be fit to be the family’s matriarch?” My parents also put on a show in front of the cameras. “She insisted on going to Pleasure Island, truly degrading herself.” Later, my fiancé sent me to the Memory Tribunal. But those who intended to humiliate me once more were filled with regret. The news of the upcoming memory trial in City A became the top trending topic. In the opulent venue, I hovered in mid-air, coldly observing these hypocrites. Genevieve, with her bright eyes and pearly smile, wore an expensive, exquisite dress, looking incredibly dignified. Declan proudly handed the Oscar statuette to Genevieve in front of numerous media outlets. As the atmosphere in the venue reached its peak, Declan knelt on one knee before Genevieve, presenting a ring while announcing that I was being sent to trial. “Can’t Fiona just leave? Selling her body shamelessly and disgracing us—it’s embarrassing. How can she have the nerve to disrupt Genevieve’s awards ceremony?” “A woman who sells her body, disrupting Genevieve’s important life moments, is like an irritating nuisance.” I died during that Island Nation reality show, not even lasting a day. No one cared about the truth. They only believed what they wanted to believe. “Before Fiona went to the Island Nation, she always occupied Genevieve’s position in the Taylor family, enjoying all the family’s resources.” “I believe Fiona’s record is terrible, her character and morals are degraded, insulting the Taylor name. Therefore, I requested a global live-streamed trial to have Fiona removed from the Taylor family.” At this moment, Dad and Mom—or rather, the Taylor family patriarch and Lady Taylor—entered the awards venue. “We raised Fiona for twenty years, never treating her poorly, yet after Genevieve came home, she targeted Genevieve everywhere and acted disgracefully.” “My wife and I agree with Declan sending Fiona to trial. After all her crimes are made public, we will expel Fiona from the Taylor family.” As the patriarch’s words fell, a judge in white, wearing a mask, pushed open the venue doors with a coffin. On stage, Genevieve’s face turned pale, nervously retreating, while Declan protectively shielded her. “Shameless, even looking at such filth for a second is unbearable. Judge, quickly end the trial and expel her from the Taylor family. We don’t want this trash sharing the Taylor name with Genevieve.” The judge ignored everyone and directly lifted the lid of my coffin. Inside, my body was battered and bruised beyond recognition. Declan’s brow furrowed even more, and the Taylor couple merely paused before unwillingly looking away. Everyone present saw my battered state and gasped. Then, under the judge’s operation, my spirit gradually became half-transparent. Because I suffered extreme torment in life, my spirit appeared with bruised and bloodied skin. “Fiona, if you sincerely apologize to Genevieve, I’ll ask the judge to restore your body so you can rest in peace. You’ll still be our child in the Taylor family.” I looked at Lady Taylor’s hypocritical face and suddenly laughed. My mouth was torn, and when I smiled, half my face drooped. “I did nothing wrong, why should I apologize?” Lady Taylor was startled by my ghastly appearance, but fear quickly turned to anger. “Doing wrong and yet being so righteous, having an elder sister like you is truly unfortunate for Genevieve.” I trembled all over, and in intense pain, the judge stripped away my memory. The next second, all the electronic screens in the venue changed scenes, and the projectors played the same footage. In the Taylor family villa, Genevieve wore a cute pink princess dress with red-rimmed eyes, looking like a wronged little rabbit. While I wore a nightgown, confused, not knowing what was happening. When she saw me, she knelt on the floor, dramatically hugging my legs and even wanting to kowtow. “Sister Fiona, please stop targeting me, okay? Dad and Mom truly treat you as the Taylor family’s daughter. I won’t steal your place, please let them spare me, okay?” Mom had just entered and, hearing Genevieve’s cries, slapped me twice without a word. “Fiona, since you promised to take care of Genevieve at school, why are you bullying her behind my back?” “You’re truly vicious, saying one thing and doing another, it’s disgusting!” I fell by the stairs, not understanding what happened, tears of grievance flowing down. Despite nearly falling down the stairs, I covered my face and defended myself. “Mom, I didn’t bully Genevieve.” Mom kicked me down the stairs, coldly watching as I curled up in pain, bruised and pale. “Fiona, everything in the Taylor family belongs to Genevieve. You were always just our emotional comfort while missing her.” “If you can’t behave, be ready to leave this family.” “If you dare bully Genevieve again, I won’t hesitate to cut ties with you.” Lady Taylor was so stimulated by the screen’s ghastly face that she screamed on the spot. “I checked the school’s surveillance. That vicious Fiona bullied Genevieve, overturned her desk, threw away her food, and splashed water on her. She’s simply despicable.” On the electronic screen, I was curled up in the corner of the stairs, crying hopelessly despite my injuries. Under the nightgown, my skin was pale, and new wounds were added before the old ones healed. Other spectators noticed the scars on me and began to feel sorry. “Looking at Fiona like this, she’s really thin and has so many wounds.” Lady Taylor hurriedly interrupted everyone’s discussion, frantically explaining. “Don’t be deceived by this vicious woman. Since finding out about Genevieve’s return, she’s been causing trouble to attract our attention.” The next second, everyone in the venue began to criticize me. “Born bad, when her adoptive parents finally found their daughter, she was so jealous that she bullied Genevieve, truly deserving to die.” On the screen, Genevieve, wearing the princess dress, got up and hugged the furious Lady Taylor. “Mom, don’t be angry. Maybe sister is just insecure, afraid of being abandoned by you and Dad, so she’s using this method to suppress me.” “Mom, since she’s been taught a lesson, I believe sister won’t bully me again. I forgive her.” My empty soul trembled, anger filling the void in my heart. Genevieve, I really hate you. Some praised Genevieve’s understanding nature, while others scolded me for being ungrateful. 4 Soon, the judge switched to the second scene. On the electronic screen, I had just finished my makeup, checking my appearance. About to graduate college, I received a casting call from a film crew. My performance grades were always top-notch, so the instructor recommended me to the director. The director was very pleased with my appearance, arranging today’s audition. I knew the value of this film crew and understood how much this director’s favor could boost my future. To avoid being completely overshadowed by Genevieve, I worked hard and cherished this audition opportunity. But just after fixing my lipstick, Genevieve entered my dressing room. She clutched her dress, biting her lip, her eyes red, speaking with grievance. “Sister, when I returned home, you lost your room to me. Are you unhappy?” Before I could reply, Genevieve’s pitiful demeanor transformed, crossing her arms with a cold sneer. “Fiona, you’re such a fool.” “Dad and Mom only care about me. Where do you, an impostor, get the confidence to remain in the Taylor family?” “I can easily fabricate evidence, and they’ll believe it completely, ready to sever ties with you. It’s hilarious.” “You, an illegitimate child, are only worthy of what I discard.” I frowned, not wanting any conflict with Genevieve. “Genevieve, I’ve never been unhappy, and I don’t care about your things. If you have nothing else, please leave. I need to audition.” Feeling ignored by me, Genevieve suddenly grabbed my hair, slapping my face. “Who are you to tell me to leave? What do you even count as?” “Of course, my things are mine, and yours must be mine too.” “The only valuable thing about you is that seductive face.” “What, you think being pretty means you deserve Brother Declan’s affection?” “If it weren’t for you occupying my role as the Taylor family’s daughter for twenty years, do you think Brother Declan would even look at you?” “A trashy illegitimate child like you without the Taylor title would have been ruined by thugs long ago!” “If I ever see you trying to seduce Brother Declan again, I’ll destroy you.” The video ended, and everyone in the venue fell silent. After a long time, a voice of doubt finally arose. “Someone like you, nothing but a seductress, only has that face to offer.” “So you think just because you’re pretty, you’re deserving of Declan’s attention?” “If you hadn’t, as an illegitimate child, taken over the identity of the Taylor family’s daughter for twenty years, do you think Declan would even give you a glance?” “A disgrace like you, without the Taylor family name to shield you, would have been ruined by now!” “If I catch you flirting with Declan again, I will destroy you.” The video ended, leaving the entire venue in silence. After a long pause, a voice filled with doubt finally broke the silence. “So, Fiona never bullied Genevieve? Was it all Genevieve’s own fabrication?” The faces of the Taylor family couple changed repeatedly, and Lady Taylor looked at Genevieve in disbelief. Genevieve, looking aggrieved, hid behind Declan and timidly explained. “This was just a role-play scene with my sister. Don’t take it too seriously.” “These were all scripts my sister gave me.” The Taylor couple exchanged a glance. Naturally, they wouldn’t question their dear daughter publicly, so they seized the opportunity to make an excuse and defuse the situation. “Yes, Fiona has always been good at acting. Clearly, this clip was intentionally used to confuse everyone.” Lady Taylor gently touched Genevieve’s head and spoke softly. “Little Genevieve, your acting is really good, but this character doesn’t quite suit you. Let’s avoid such roles in the future.” “This type of malicious character is more fitting for someone like Fiona, who is two-faced.” “Someone like Fiona, who loves to pretend, obviously wants everyone to focus on her. Isn’t that why she went to the Island Nation to live-stream a reality show?” The crowd nodded frequently at Lady Taylor’s words. “Indeed, the reality show was broadcast live, and she only resisted at the start. Later, she didn’t resist at all.” “If it wasn’t to gain attention, there was no need to go to the Island Nation to participate in a reality show.” “I really don’t understand what Fiona is thinking. Declan is handsome and wealthy, and instead of appreciating that, she ran off to the Island Nation.” “So Fiona has always been pretending, no wonder she’s not liked.” I felt as if I were being judged, my body feeling as if it were falling into an icy abyss. I wanted to speak but felt a lump in my throat. Why? Why won’t anyone believe me? I’m clearly the victim. Do I have to be flawless to deserve everyone’s sympathy? Declan sneered, “Continue the trial. I want to see how she got involved with the director!” The screen rolled again, and amidst the flickering, it froze on my face, which was glowing with excitement. I happily grabbed Declan’s sleeve, so thrilled that I was grinning and dancing.

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At the company’s annual Christmas party, Jack won the grand prize in the raffle draw – a luxurious three-day stay at a five-star hotel. Everyone congratulated him on his luck in both career and love. Soon after, he sent me a message: “Rachel, you’re always so understanding and generous.” “I’m doing this for our future happiness. You’ll support me, right?” I didn’t reply. He added, “We’ll get married after my promotion. For now, could you buy me a box of cantaloupe-flavored condoms? Olivia likes those.” I smiled, applauding along with everyone else. He didn’t know that I had another proposal message on my phone. I had just replied, “Yes.” … Three hours later, Jack called, urging, “Rachel, I just asked you to deliver some condoms. Can’t you even do that right?” “Don’t overthink it. I only want to have children with you. I just admire and look up to Olivia.” “If I keep her company for a few days, the project manager position is mine.” Today was our eighth anniversary. I laughed bitterly, “I understand. Congratulations on achieving your goal.” His voice was excited on the other end, “Exactly! Olivia finally recognizes my talent.” “Where are you? Hurry up and bring them over. She doesn’t like other flavors. I specifically asked around.” I gently wiped away my tears, my voice bitter as I spoke, “Jack, let’s break up.” He yelled angrily, “Rachel, why are you being jealous at such a crucial moment? Men sometimes have to play along for their careers. Do you want me to be stepped on for the rest of my life?” “Both our families are waiting for us to get married. How can you talk about breaking up now? Are you crazy?” I bit my lower lip hard, my heart aching. Trying to stay calm, I said, “Yes, I’m crazy. This is it. I don’t want you anymore.” He sneered, “Fine, let’s break up then! Let’s see how long you can hold out.” The call ended. I stood dazed outside the hotel. I watched them embrace. He held her waist and turned to kiss her. We had known each other since childhood, growing up together. When he was eighteen, he pursued me relentlessly. I was twenty. I loved his profile the most, and his deep voice, calling me “baby” in a low tone during intimate moments. He said he would love me forever, be good only to me. Just eight years, and he was willing to sacrifice himself for his career. My young love had rotted away. I sat downstairs for a long time. Suddenly, Jack transferred me ten thousand dollars. I didn’t know if this was his bonus or payment for selling himself. Just when I thought he was going to apologize, he sent a voice message: “Quickly go to the mall and buy Olivia a set of silk pajamas.” “Get a size larger than yours. Her figure is better than yours. She’s not used to the hotel’s pajamas.” I accepted the payment and silently took a cab home. I found the $9.99 pajamas he had bought me from Wish in the closet and called a delivery service to send them over. Before, he always told me to save money for our wedding. None of my clothes cost more than fifty dollars, but he took out ten thousand to fawn over the female CEO. I laughed bitterly and started packing. I’d make him move out first thing in the morning. After all, I was the one paying the rent. Two hours later, he came back furious. As soon as he entered, he slapped me. “Rachel, how dare you humiliate Olivia by making her wear your cheap clothes.” I looked at the red marks on his neck. Things must have been intense. “If she’s willing to take someone’s leftovers like you, isn’t she just picking up trash?” Olivia, with her striking red hair, blew smoke rings in my face. “I didn’t expect you to be such a spitfire.” “Let me treat you both to dinner. It’s not a big deal. Jack, you shouldn’t hit women.” “No need!” I stepped back silently. Our tiny rented room was probably smaller than her bathroom. “The CEO is inviting you to dinner. It’s an honor for you. How did your parents raise you to treat a superior like this?” Jack warned me with his eyes to behave. “You’re just a country bumpkin, while Olivia is a phoenix. You should be grateful,” Jack said, trying to make me listen. “What should my parents have taught me? To thank her for choosing my fiancé in a raffle and generously inviting me to dinner?” I laughed coldly. “Or should I rush up and call her a slut for stealing other people’s men?” I retorted. He could be despicable if he wanted, but he wasn’t going to drag me down with him. I refused! “You!” Jack grabbed my wrist, his eyes cold. “Ouch!” Olivia looked down at her foot. She had kicked the broken chair. Jack rushed over anxiously, cradling her foot. “Honey, does it hurt? I’ll take you to the hospital right away.” “It’s bleeding! Jack, can’t your woman even keep the house tidy?” Olivia angrily slapped his face. He offered his other cheek after being slapped on the left. “It’s all her fault for being stupid. How could she compare to someone as capable as you, honey?” In the past, when I accidentally touched his face while playing around, he would get angry immediately, saying a man’s face couldn’t be touched, it was his dignity. Now he was kneeling in front of Olivia like a dog, wagging his tail to please her right in front of me. “Low-class women need to be trained.” Olivia gave Jack a look. He turned to me, his face full of disgust and disdain, as if I had committed some terrible sin. “Are you satisfied now that you’ve hurt Olivia? Is there anything you can do right? You can’t even keep a room tidy, yet you want to marry me? What a pipe dream.” I laughed mockingly, “How I keep my room is none of your business. I won’t be marrying you anymore.” Hearing this, Jack felt I had made him lose face in front of Olivia. He grabbed my cat and viciously threw it to the ground. I rushed over, my head hitting the table hard. Blood flowed from my forehead. But the cat was still killed by the impact. It struggled for a few moments before going still. “Kneel down and apologize to Olivia, now!” Jack grabbed the back of my neck, forcing me to kneel. He pressed my head down, making the injured area touch the ground again. The piercing pain left me speechless, at his mercy. Olivia pretended to be considerate, “Forget it! I forgive her. If you don’t want to go out to eat, then have her make me some hangover soup. My head hurts a bit. We shouldn’t have finished that whole bottle of red wine earlier. It’s all your fault.” Jack quickly went to massage her head, scolding me, “Hurry up and make it. Don’t you have any common sense?” “I won’t. I’m not your maid,” I refused, holding my head as I stood up. “Someone like you isn’t fit to be Olivia’s maid. This is an order. Don’t forget your mother told you to listen to me,” Jack threatened. Seeing I still wasn’t moving, he dragged me to the small kitchen converted from the balcony. “Don’t come out until it’s done properly.” He locked the door and went outside to comfort Olivia, making her laugh. “Actually, it’s fine if she doesn’t make it. We can order from a restaurant.” “You’re so well-educated, young, and capable. Do you really plan to marry her?” Olivia lifted Jack’s chin with her finger. “After being with you, she’s completely tasteless. I don’t want to marry her,” Jack leaned in to kiss her, and they started rolling around on my bed. I turned away, not wanting to watch them. Three years ago, when my father was critically ill, he wanted to see us get married. Jack said what era still believed in marriage bringing good luck to the sick? After my father passed away, he said that as a daughter, I should observe a three-year mourning period. All along, whenever I brought up marriage, he always had various reasons to delay. I was just his fallback option. Once he found a better prospect, he would kick me aside without hesitation. Yet all these years, I had treated him as my salvation. The wildflowers he casually picked, letting me eat the first bite of instant noodles, choosing the biggest watermelon from the field for me. I thought these were acts of love. Now I realize he was just using the smallest investment to gain a woman’s unwavering devotion. The kitchen door opened, and his voice came through, “How dare you be jealous of Olivia? What right do you have?” “Here’s a band-aid for you. Don’t look, Olivia just used it for a moment, it’s still usable.” “When you were little and your mom beat you up so badly, you could just rub some mud on it and be fine. Don’t be so delicate now.” I looked at him, “Do you think that because I’ve suffered before, I should suffer for the rest of my life?” Jack raised an eyebrow mockingly, “What else? Don’t tell me you want to be a gold digger. With your looks, you couldn’t even if you tried.” “Ugly, bad figure, sensitive personality, mediocre college degree, lack of ability, and your family situation – who wouldn’t run away if they saw all that?” “Only I would have you! So you better listen to me, be good, and don’t threaten me with breaking up, understand?” He reached out to touch my face, but I turned away in disgust. Years ago, he had said, “Rachel, you’re a wild lily from the mountains. You’ll definitely have your spring.” I took a deep breath and said very seriously, “Jack, I’m not desperate for you, and I’m not playing hard to get now.” “If I’m so bad, I won’t hold you back. We’re done. Now give me back my dad’s watch.” Jack angrily dragged me to the bed, still verbally attacking me. “Trying to force me into marriage to secure me as a potential asset?” “I just wanted you to wait a bit. I didn’t expect you to be so greedy. It’s really disgusting.” I struggled desperately, “Let go of me! I don’t want this!” He tore at my clothes, but lost interest when he saw the cheap underwear. I curled up in the innermost part of the bed where they had just been, sobbing, on the verge of a breakdown. He smoked, somewhat impatient, “What are you crying for?” “You need to understand how difficult it is for men. I’m moving to Olivia’s mansion to make it convenient for her to guide my work.” “Pack up my things. I’ll come back to get them tomorrow.” After he left, I went downstairs to dig a hole and bury the little cat. It was a stray cat I had picked up. It had kept me company for a year. I let it down. I hope it can have a better life in its next incarnation and not be a stray again. On my phone, I received a video message from Olivia. I watched it numbly and saved it. Acting like a man with potential in front of me, but bending over and taking a whipping like a puppy for her. Olivia even used her authority to fire me without any compensation. When I confronted Jack about it, he told me not to bother him and to go to the train station to pick up his mother. My mom had asked her to bring a bunch of things. After bringing Jack’s mother back, she criticized the rented apartment endlessly and complained that the noodles I cooked had no meat. “Rachel, with your conditions, you should be thankful to have snagged our Jack, you know!” “Your mother even asked me for a bride price. What bride price? You’ve been sleeping together for how many years now? You’re practically divorced as soon as you step out the door.” “You’re almost thirty. No one else will want you. Hurry up and give me a grandson. In a couple more years, you won’t be able to have children anymore.” Jack’s mother’s attitude towards me all came from Jack. In the past, I really thought I was inadequate and tried to please them, afraid of being abandoned. Not anymore. “Where are the things my mom asked you to bring? I’ll give you five hundred dollars for your trouble. Give me the things, and then take a taxi to find Jack.” “We’ve already broken up. You can ask your new daughter-in-law to give you grandchildren.” I was a bit impatient. After hearing this, Jack’s mother refused to give me the things and called Jack to come back quickly. “Rachel, what nonsense are you telling my mom! What breakup? What new daughter-in-law? Don’t be ungrateful.” “You got fired because you’re not capable enough. Why are you throwing a tantrum!” Jack yelled at me as soon as he came in, clearly embarrassed and angry. His nervous appearance made me want to laugh. Apparently, he knew that sleeping with the female CEO was shameful. He couldn’t accept it in terms of self-esteem either. Well, he was the top student from our village and town after all. “Getting fired is even better. You two can get married and have children quickly. I’m waiting to hold my grandson.” Jack’s mother said. “Rachel, a woman should regard her husband as the sky, be filial to her mother-in-law. I’ll keep this money.” “Give me all your savings from this period. We’ll use it for the wedding banquet back home.” Jack’s mother demanded haughtily, as if I were Jack’s private property. “The ten thousand I transferred to you, plus your last month’s salary, hand it all over to my mom.” “After she gets her medicine, you two go back to the hometown together to wait for me. I’ll be done in a month at most.” Jack squeezed my arm, warning me with his eyes. My dad’s watch and the things my mom brought were still in their hands, so I could only endure for now. Not resisting, not expressing any stance, just silent. “Mom, my boss wants to treat you to dinner. Let’s go together now.” Jack assumed I agreed and started arranging for his mother to meet Olivia. “Good, good, good. My son is capable and appreciated by his boss.” “Rachel, you’re really lucky. Out of so many girls in town, my son chose you.” Jack’s mother was full of pride as she took out her best clothes to go to dinner. At the dinner table, she made me serve tea and water, fawning over Olivia. “Boss, you’re beautiful and capable. Whoever marries you is blessed.” “Not like Rachel, who’s useless and can’t even do her job well.” “Hurry up and pour water for the boss. Why are you so slow? It must be because your mother didn’t teach you well.” Olivia smiled and asked me to sit down, as if the person who sent me that video and fired me wasn’t her. “Auntie, I’m pregnant. It’s Jack’s.” she said. This statement shocked me at first, but then it just hurt. So they had been together for a long time. The raffle at the annual party was just Olivia forcing Jack to make a choice. No wonder he had been coming home later and later this past month, and was unwilling to touch me. I had stupidly thought he was tired from work and bought chicken to make soup for him, to nourish him. He did replenish his energy, but used it all on another woman. I wanted to throw up all the chicken soup I had made for him. But judging from Jack’s expression, he didn’t seem to know about this either. “Oh my! This is wonderful news.” Jack’s mother held Olivia’s hand and took off her gold ring as a gift. When Jack and I got engaged, she only had him give me a silver bracelet, with a face full of bestowing grace, as if I had taken a huge advantage of their family. Indeed, she showed different faces to different people. Olivia seemed somewhat disgusted by the dirty ring and placed it on the table. “Jack, what do you think?” “Will you marry her or me?” she asked. I stood up, “Ms. Ji, I’m not an object for you to choose. I’m already married. Jack, give me back my father’s watch.” I reached out to Jack for it. He took it out of his pocket and violently smashed it on the ground. “Who did you marry? While I was working overtime, you actually hooked up with some guy?” “Just because I didn’t satisfy you for a month, you’re so desperate for a man!” he yelled. Olivia frowned, her face full of impatience. “Stop making a scene! I’m embarrassed for you.” “I can be an independent woman and have the baby on my own,” she said. “Let’s just pretend I was joking earlier. Rachel, you two can get married as planned.” Jack’s mother spoke up loudly, “That won’t do. My first grandson can’t be left out there.” “Rachel, in ancient times, the boss would be the main wife, and you’d be the concubine.” “How about this: Jack, you register marriage and have children with the boss, but hold a wedding ceremony with Rachel back in the village.” “In the future, Rachel, you’ll serve the boss during her confinement and help raise their children. Be the woman behind the scenes.” Jack nodded, “That’s a good idea! In our village, having a wedding banquet is considered marriage.” “Boss, don’t worry about giving birth. Even if it’s eight or ten kids, Rachel can take care of them all. She has experience. We won’t need to hire a nanny.” They arranged everything for me without even asking, mother and son truly alike. I took out the marriage certificate from my bag and held it up. “Look clearly. I’m already married.” Jack snatched it away, tearing it to pieces without even looking at it. “Making a fake certificate to fool people.” “Cheating on me deserves public humiliation.” He stared at my face, violently grabbing my hair and tearing my clothes, dragging me from the private room to the hotel lobby. No one came to my rescue. They all just took out their phones to record. In my moment of despair, a custom-tailored suit jacket was draped over me. He gently embraced me. “Don’t be afraid. I’m back!” “So you’re that wild man?” Jack sneered. “Let me tell you, Rachel is my woman. We grew up together since childhood. I’ve slept with her for eight years.” “You look like someone of status. Is it worth it to take a second-hand woman? She tried to trick me with a fake marriage certificate. She’ll trick you too.” “Rachel, you think rich men are so easy to get? He’s just playing with you. How could he truly care about you?” Jack ranted furiously, hurling insults. Olivia came out and, seeing us, stood there shocked. Then she respectfully called out, “Uncle.” “Uncle? He’s your uncle, so he must be the group chairman!” Jack couldn’t keep his composure anymore. I let go of his hand. He’s the chairman? Olivia’s uncle? My mind was a bit confused. He hadn’t told me any of this. I had no idea all along. “Uncle, do you really know this woman? She’s not worthy of you. The one she’s always loved is Jack.” “Aren’t you uncomfortable wearing such a big green hat? Grandfather definitely wouldn’t approve.” Olivia stood to the side, trying to intervene. I looked at him, “Chairman, I’d like to go back first.” Ethan gave his secretary a look. “You handle this. I’ll take my wife home first.” He picked me up directly. I clutched his shirt in fear. A group of men in black deleted the videos from the onlookers’ phones. Jack was beaten to the ground, unable to get up. Jack’s mother had just started cursing me when she was slapped twice. He closed the car door, and I couldn’t see what was happening anymore. It was a bit of a pity. I had promised my father I would get married before January 15th. The annual party was on January 14th. Since Jack wouldn’t marry me, I chose him. After getting married, he said he had to go on a business trip and would be back in a few days. I really had no idea he was the group chairman. After all, as a lowly employee, how could I have the chance to meet such a big shot? The walk-in closet was full of unopened women’s clothing. I chose an outfit and put it on before walking out. “Eat something first. We can talk later.” Ethan, wearing home clothes, looked warmer than before. All I knew about him was his name and age. A flash marriage like this – even now, thinking about it seems crazy. I ate while sneaking glances at him. He was actually reading a newspaper. “Um, why did you marry me?” I asked. “If you have any hidden illness, you can tell me in advance. I won’t mind.” I really couldn’t understand why such a big shot would choose someone as cheap as me. I didn’t fit in here at all. Insecurity had taken root and sprouted in my heart. He put down the newspaper and held my hand. “A walk is best for digestion after a meal.” “You still haven’t answered me?” My palms were sweaty. “My father is seriously ill. I needed a wife, and you needed someone to marry. We were both suitable,” he said. “My hidden illness is infertility. If you can’t accept that, we can divorce after a while.” Ethan’s honesty made me breathe a sigh of relief. Infertility meant he couldn’t perform. No wonder such a successful man his age wasn’t married. Seeing that even someone like him had flaws made me relax a bit. I carefully explained my situation, and that I didn’t plan to let Jack off easily. He had smashed my father’s keepsake, killed my cat, and still had my private photos. Those photos were taken while I was asleep. I had asked him to delete them, but he never did. “I know all of this,” Ethan said. After that, I didn’t know what else to say. At the Ji family’s old house, the atmosphere was tense. Over twenty people looked our way. I felt like a lamb waiting for slaughter, so nervous I could barely swallow. Ethan led me to sit down. Olivia and Jack were kneeling. Jack looked up at me, his eyes full of hatred. What right did he have to hate me? I glared back. Seeing his face swollen like a pig’s head, I couldn’t help but laugh. “Grandfather, look at how they’re still making eyes at each other. Uncle is just too kind-hearted. He doesn’t even care about being cheated on,” Olivia said. “Jack, do you still have feelings for her?” Olivia asked angrily, staring at my face with a hint of jealousy. What did I have that was worth her jealousy?

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Mother’s Day of Remembrance. My husband slammed my head against the tombstone, and agony swept through my entire body. With his beloved assistant in his arms, he mocked me. “Do you think a ten-million-dollar sales order will make me forgive your mother? That’s like giving charity to beggars.” He squinted and sneered, then kicked and shattered my mother’s tombstone. “Your snobbish mother died too comfortably, so I’ll make you a living widow, ensuring she can’t rest in peace.” Tears and blood blurred my vision. I got up to fight back against my husband, but the assistant tripped me. My abdomen struck the broken tombstone, and the intense pain made me pass out. He kissed the assistant as a reward and flew to the Island overnight to celebrate her birthday. When I woke up, I had lost the ability to have children, and my mother’s grave was reduced to ruins by a fire. Declan, our marriage ends here. Don’t blame me for my ruthlessness! Fueled by hatred, I went to the company to resign to Declan, only to find out he was on the Island celebrating Lydia’s birthday. So, I submitted my resignation online. Within seconds, the assistant approved it on Declan’s behalf. The legitimate wife was openly replaced by the mistress, and my colleagues mocked me behind my back. “How embarrassing, President Declan has disliked her for a long time. She clung to the company and wouldn’t leave.” “Exactly, she always opposed President Declan and bullied the assistant. It’s karma that came too late.” “I bet our boss’s wife will be replaced soon, and someone will leave with nothing.” I smirked inwardly, having seen them suck up to the powerful too often. Declan targeted me in everything, but he only favored the assistant, Lydia. When Lydia made mistakes, I reprimanded her officially, but Declan protected her and turned the tables, humiliating me for abusing power. Those two-faced colleagues constantly humiliated me with words to curry favor with Declan and Lydia. After I left, they wouldn’t have a good time. “I left the company of my own accord to become the vice president at a rival company. Without me, this company will soon go bankrupt. Your good days are coming to an end.” They didn’t know I took all the sales orders under my name, which accounted for 80% of the company’s business. Everyone looked at me in confusion. I ignored their questions and left the company with my box. As soon as I stepped out of the building, Declan called. “What are you doing? Didn’t you see the document I sent? The client needs it urgently. Send it to me in half an hour, or you’ll regret it when I get back.” He didn’t know I had resigned. Still as overbearing as ever, treating me like a slave, even threatening me with violence. But I wouldn’t tolerate him anymore. I casually opened the document. It was the ten-million-dollar order I secured with great effort. I had tried to use it to negotiate with Declan, but he dismissed it and gave it to Lydia as a birthday present. As always, I was the workhorse, taking on overtime and blame. While Lydia only had to flatter and slack off to enjoy the benefits. When Declan started treating me this way, I resisted. But he expertly manipulated me, intentionally neglecting me and threatening divorce. I loved him and didn’t want a divorce, so I agreed to his unreasonable demands. I naively believed Declan would be moved by me and fall in love. But what did I get in return? It wasn’t until I lost the ability to have children and my mother’s grave was burned that I realized how wrong I was. “I’m busy.” “Do you dare refuse my orders?” Declan frowned displeased, his tone suddenly cold. “Adeline, listen to me. No matter what you’re doing, drop it and get it done now, or I’ll fire you.” “I already…” I was about to explain my resignation when Lydia spoke softly. “Declan, I didn’t expect Adeline to be so petty, still blaming me for tripping her. Maybe I should handle it myself.” “Adeline wouldn’t dare hold a grudge against you. Today’s your birthday, and you were exhausted last night. Let her handle these trivial tasks.” Declan’s gentle tone towards her left me dazed. He doted on her so much. Lydia, basking in her triumph, subtly sowed discord, making Declan even more disgusted with me. Declan shouted at me, “Adeline, I’m the boss, and you’re the employee. You have no right to say no. Get it done now.” Lydia played the good person, “Declan, maybe I should do it. Adeline just got out of the hospital and isn’t well.” “She only went to the hospital, she’s not dead. You were almost exhausted last night.” “As the boss’s wife, Adeline should contribute more to the company.” With a few dismissive words, Declan belittled my pain and morally coerced me. If someone doesn’t love you, even if you die, they’d think you’re pretending to sleep. I trembled, touching my abdomen, my eyes bloodshot, wishing I could tear Lydia and Declan apart. But I had to endure, to ensure they got what they deserved. Seeing my silence, Declan assumed I was complying, and his tone softened. “Adeline, this is a chance to atone for your mother’s sins. What a great opportunity. As the hostess, you should have a broader perspective.” “Sometimes you’re not even as good as Lydia. She’s so dedicated to the company. She worked until she had a fever yesterday, while you just sit and enjoy. You should learn from her.” Lydia giggled, “Declan, you’re so mean. Adeline has done a lot for you and the company.” On the surface, she defended me, but she was really mocking me, laughing at Declan for not touching me. Declan didn’t catch the sarcasm and mocked me with her. “What Adeline has done is nothing to me. It can’t be considered a contribution. The company’s performance relies on you, our sales elite.” I was shaking with anger, my blood boiling, struggling to breathe. Regretting blindly loving Declan. Declan feigned ignorance. All of Lydia’s sales orders were taken from me. And the one who gave her the power was Declan himself. He squandered my love, thinking I couldn’t live without him, thinking I wouldn’t divorce him. “I have to deliver gifts to a major client. I’m hanging up. Send the document to my email immediately.” Ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. Lydia sent a provocative photo. In a five-star hotel restaurant, Declan cut steak to feed her, with cake, wine, and flowers beside them, stabbing my heart like a knife. The limited edition Chanel bag by her side was the one I’d longed for but couldn’t afford. I couldn’t help but look at Lydia’s Facebook. Last night, she took a selfie in a hotel robe, with Declan’s reflection in the window glass. Love and lack thereof are clear at a glance. Tears streamed down my face, and I clenched my fists in fury. Turns out, Lydia’s fever was from serving Declan too “diligently.” The so-called gift for a major client was actually Declan’s birthday gift to the assistant. “Adeline, you can’t get your husband’s love and lost your job. If I were you, I’d have jumped in the river out of shame.” I didn’t reply to Lydia, saving the photo instead. I opened my phone, adjusted the document Declan sent, and directly sent it to his email, waiting for the crisis to unfold. Just as I got in a cab home, my phone chimed. The bank deducted fifty thousand for five-star hotel dining and lodging, leaving a balance of one thousand. Declan spent my money celebrating Lydia’s birthday.

Everyone said I put up with Declan for his money. But no one knew he controlled the finances. I didn’t get a cent of his money. My salary covered daily expenses, while his money managed the company and investments. I never complained, but when I wanted to buy a limited edition Chanel bag, I found my money was almost gone. For household expenses, I gave up on buying the bag and checked my spending at the bank. Turns out my salary was almost spent by Declan. He used my money to buy Lydia a gold necklace, luxury skincare, and dresses worth thousands. But I never thought he’d use our meager remaining balance to buy Lydia birthday gifts and book a presidential suite. For me, he was incredibly stingy. He made me order meal kits, patch up clothes at the tailor, use cabs for work, and gave me gifts from street promotions for my birthday. Whenever I was dissatisfied, he’d accuse me of being wasteful and a spendthrift. When I fought with him about Lydia, he said I slandered him, claiming the things were for clients and told me not to be a jealous woman. After finding just a thousand left in the bank, I called him, wanting my money back. But he didn’t answer for a long time, so I told the driver to head to the bank. I withdrew the remaining money, quickly canceled the account, and cut off our financial ties. Just after finishing, Declan called. “My phone was on silent. What’s up?” “Pay me back. The money you spent on Lydia’s bag and hotel, give it back.” Declan didn’t expect me to demand the money, and he was speechless. “That’s marital property. Why can’t I use it? You’re being petty.” I spoke coldly, confronting him, “The money in the account was my salary. You shamelessly used it on your mistress. If you don’t pay back, I’ll sue you.” Declan was speechless, knowing he was in the wrong. We built the business from scratch. During the toughest times, we asked Mother for money. She refused and told friends and family not to lend us any. Mother called him a pauper, saying lending him money was like throwing buns to a dog, never to return. Declan became gaunt and depressed. I secretly mortgaged our marital home and took a high-interest loan to solve the crisis. When we overcame the difficulty, Declan found out and was furious, demanding I redeem the house quickly. Declan was rendered speechless, fully aware of his own fault. We built everything from the ground up. During the most challenging times of our startup, we turned to my mother for financial help, but she refused and even warned our friends and family against lending money to Declan. She called him a poor man, saying lending him money was as good as throwing it away. Declan became more withdrawn and despondent by the day. Without his knowledge, I used our home as collateral for a high-interest loan to tide us over. Later, when we overcame the crisis, Declan found out and was furious, insisting that I redeem the home immediately. But I had no money, so I had to ask my mother-in-law for help. She used the funds meant for her cancer treatment to reclaim our home. Not long after, she passed away due to lack of treatment. Declan blamed my mother, claiming her snobbery was responsible for his mother’s death. On the phone, Declan was silent for a few seconds before sighing. “Adeline, I know you’re not asking me to repay the money; you’re just upset with me. But remember, your mother caused my mother’s death. Spending a little on my assistant isn’t asking too much.” “I’m just venting my anger at your mother’s grave, so don’t be so petty.” “I urgently need to send gifts to clients. Transfer the money to me right away. Stop sulking, or you’ll ruin a big business deal.” “You have one minute, or I’ll divorce you.” Declan feared I’d refuse, so he threatened divorce. This threat always worked on me. Whenever he mentioned divorce, I would comply obediently. He took advantage of this and kept using it against me. In the past, I didn’t want to lose him and felt guilty about his mother, so I swallowed my pride repeatedly. Now I finally understand. He would never appreciate my efforts; he would only demand more, always thinking I owed him. Over the years, I’ve sacrificed for him and even lost my ability to have children. Whatever debt there was, I’ve long repaid it. His future struggles are no longer my concern. “I don’t have any money left. You can ask the bank for a loan or use an online loan. Lydia can also pay for you first.” “You have a week to return the money to me.” I turned off my phone and took a taxi back to our home to pack my things. The house was a gift from my mother, decorated in a style Declan liked, and he was very pleased with it. I wanted to add Declan’s name to the property title, but my mother strongly opposed it, saying that men were unreliable and that the house was my only security. Because of this, my mother and I didn’t speak for a month until Declan said he wouldn’t insist on it, and we proceeded with the wedding. Declan’s resentment towards my mother had already started back then, but my love-blinded mind didn’t notice. I packed my belongings and listed the house for sale online. That afternoon, I went to City Hall to submit the divorce papers. Declan had already signed his name. Ever since I discovered Lydia’s existence, I had secretly prepared a divorce agreement. When I asked Declan to sign the sales contract, I slipped the divorce agreement inside. He didn’t even look before signing. Due to his trust in my abilities, he never scrutinized contracts, giving me an opportunity. When I asked him to review the contract again, Lydia waved at him from a distance, and he was immediately distracted. He patted my shoulder and said, “I trust you. A contract you’ve reviewed is surely fine.” I watched his hurried back, tears welling up in my eyes. He didn’t trust me; he was just in a rush to meet his mistress and had no time for me. The staff at City Hall shook their head, saying the divorce needed personal confirmation from both parties. I showed them the provocative photos Lydia sent, the spending records Declan had with her, and the recordings of him threatening me with divorce, but they were all rejected. Why is getting a divorce so difficult? “I’m about to clock out. Are you going to proceed or not?” I grabbed her hand and pleaded, “Of course, I will. I’ll call him right away, please wait for me.” I turned on my phone and quickly dialed Declan’s number. The emergency call went unanswered, and I knew he had blocked me. I borrowed someone else’s phone to call him, and he answered immediately. “Declan…” “Adeline? How dare you turn off your phone and contact me? This marriage is definitely over.” I hung up and asked, “Can I proceed now?” The staff looked at me with sympathy, asking if Declan was abusive. I thought for a moment and nodded. She sighed and didn’t make it difficult for me, telling me to collect the certificate in a month.

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She quietly supported her husband’s career, while he kept up the facade of being single to flirt with fans and move money. It wasn’t until “Silent Snow” reached the top spot and called him out in a live stream: “Mr. Lewis, your freeloading is really disgraceful.” 0 Daphne massaged her aching shoulders and saved the last streaming data report. The blue glow from the computer screen was particularly harsh against the 2 a.m. darkness, casting shadows under her eyes. The clock on the wall ticked softly, juxtaposed with the noise of her husband and his team celebrating in the living room—tonight, Asher Lewis’s stream hit over 500,000 viewers, marking a new milestone. She stretched her stiff neck, hearing the crack of overworked joints. After working sixteen hours straight, her vision was starting to blur. Daphne took off her glasses and pressed her fingers to her temples where a pulse throbbed in sync with her heartbeat. “Daphne, come out! We ordered some late-night snacks!” Asher Lewis’s voice carried through the door, full of excitement and that familiar, upbeat tone he used while streaming. His carefully adjusted voice could naturally endear listeners. Over the past three years, she had seen her husband grow from a streamer with only a few hundred followers to a major influencer on the platform. Daphne tidied her disheveled hair in front of the vanity mirror. The woman in the mirror was twenty-eight, with fine lines already forming at the corners of her eyes—a consequence of three years of late nights managing Asher’s data. She picked up a comb and noticed that her wedding ring was missing from her right ring finger—likely removed to avoid scratching the keyboard. The simple platinum band lay quietly beside the keyboard, gleaming coldly under the desk lamp. She hesitated for a moment but ultimately left it off. After applying a bit of lipstick to brighten her complexion, she took a deep breath and opened the door with a practiced, gentle smile. “Congratulations, another record broken,” she said, approaching Asher and naturally taking the half-empty beer can from his hand. “Drink less, you have an early stream tomorrow.” Asher smelled faintly of cologne, a birthday gift from her last year. He wore a white turtleneck sweater reserved for the Streaming Room, making his skin appear even fresher. At thirty-two, he looked much younger than his age, with barely any wrinkles at the corners of his eyes—after all, he never had to stare at a computer screen for long hours like she did. “With you supporting me, I’m not afraid of anything.” His voice was as smooth as silk, matching the “charming and single guy” persona he had for his audience. Daphne could feel envious glances from a few young interns. Jack, the assistant, joked, “Asher is so good to Daphne! We’re all jealous.” For a fleeting moment, Asher’s expression faltered. Daphne noticed his gaze briefly flick over the interns holding up their phones to take pictures, then he casually laughed it off: “Daphne is my most important partner. Without her, there would be no me today.” 0

He had said this countless times—during interviews, while accepting awards, at every occasion requiring a show of affection. Daphne lowered her head to pretend to straighten her clothes, hiding her suddenly reddened eyes. She was used to being the person behind the scenes, used to being overshadowed by Asher’s success. No one knew this woman, dressed in a simple T-shirt and jeans, bare-faced, was actually the largest individual shareholder of StarTech Innovations, with dividends enough to live lavishly for several lifetimes. “Daphne, Asher’s followers increased by another 200,000!” Liam, an intern, squeezed over excitedly, holding up his phone. “The comment section is full of people asking what kind of girls Asher likes! So many people say they want to be Mrs. Lewis!” Daphne’s smile froze. She reached for the phone, and on the screen under Asher’s latest video, the top comment read: [Asher said he’s waiting for true love. Is he hinting we still have a chance?] Asher’s official account had replied with a winking emoji. “It’s all part of the job.” Asher quickly snatched the phone from her hand and whispered in her ear, his breath warm against her skin, “You know, the single persona draws in more fans. Once we’re stable, I’ll introduce you, okay?” His voice was so low only she could hear it. Daphne nodded, just like she had countless times before. Three years ago, after her father suddenly passed away from a heart attack and her mother later succumbed to depression, she was left with shares enough for a carefree life and a broken heart. That’s when Asher appeared, like a light in her dark life. She sold the house her parents left her without hesitation, invested in his streaming career, and even quit her job as a designer to fully manage his operations. “I’ll tidy up the Streaming Room,” Daphne said softly, escaping the noisy living room. In Asher’s exclusive Streaming Room, Daphne mechanically organized the equipment. She had designed the less than 20-square-meter space herself—the soft ring light made the skin look flawless, the cameras were angled perfectly to highlight Asher’s strong jawline, and even the pale blue background wall was carefully chosen to complement his aura without stealing the spotlight. She touched the ergonomic chair Asher often sat in, the leather surface still warm with his body heat and faint cologne scent. His script for today’s stream lay on the table. Daphne flipped it open and saw a line highlighted with a marker: “Hinting at being single can increase fan interaction rates.” The phone suddenly vibrated—it was Asher’s phone, which he always forgot to take. Daphne intended to bring it to him but saw a message pop up on the screen: [Asher, were you hinting at me when you said you’re ‘waiting for the right person’ today? [Heart]] Daphne’s fingers hovered above the screen, her heartbeat suddenly racing. She shouldn’t look; it’s private. But some intuition compelled her to open the message. 0

The chat history showed that the contact, noted as “Samantha – XX University,” had been chatting with Asher for nearly two months. Above the latest message, Asher’s avatar showed a reply: [Been single too long, finally met someone who understands me.] Scrolling further revealed more explicit conversations: [You said during streaming you like girls with long hair, so I grew mine out [Photo]] [So obedient? Next time we meet, I’ll have to check the length [Kiss emoji]] Daphne felt the world spinning. With trembling fingers, she scrolled up, seeing that last Wednesday—when Asher claimed he was attending a “Platform business meeting”—he had sent this girl a hotel location. “Found my phone?” Asher walked in, still flushed from the alcohol. When he saw the phone in Daphne’s hand, his expression froze. “Yeah, someone just messaged…” Daphne handed over the phone, her voice eerily calm, “What was today’s stream about? It seemed popular.” Asher glanced at the phone, showing no emotion, then naturally locked the screen and pocketed it. “The usual, talked about life, sang some songs. Just script stuff, don’t overthink it.” He kissed her forehead, the gesture now seeming so deliberate. “I’ll go see them off; you should rest early.” Daphne stood still, watching her husband’s departing figure. She realized she hadn’t watched Asher’s streams as a viewer for a long time. She was always busy with backend work, and Asher never actively encouraged her to watch his content. Back in the bedroom, Daphne opened her tablet and searched for Asher’s stream replay. The latest episode was titled “A Thirty-Year-Old Single Man’s Views on Dating.” In the video, Asher flashed his trademark gentle smile at the camera: “I’ve always been waiting for someone who truly understands me, not caring about appearance, just the connection of souls…” Daphne turned off the video and went to the innermost part of the closet. There, in a locked drawer, she entered her birthdate as the password and took out a folder. Inside was the equity certificate of StarTech Innovations—the inheritance from her parents, accounting for 27% of the company’s total shares, valued at approximately 380 million yuan. Over the years, she had never touched this wealth, choosing instead to support her husband’s “career” from the shadows. Outside, Asher was bidding farewell to team members, his laughter clearly reaching up. Daphne stood behind the curtains, watching him embrace a young female assistant, his hand lingering on her waist for an unusually long time. A decision took shape in her heart. She needed to see with her own eyes who her husband really was beyond the camera. 0

The next day Daphne stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the cold marble countertop sending chills through her pajamas. She stared at herself in the mirror—her twenty-eight-year-old face had lost its youthful innocence, with a few faint lines at the corners of her eyes. She gently traced these marks of time with her fingers, remembering what Asher said during last night’s stream: “I really like girls in their early twenties, with that youthful vibe…” The faucet suddenly made a harsh noise, snapping her back to reality. From the living room came the sound of Asher and his team discussing their next “Single Male God” themed stream. Daphne took a deep breath, hung the towel back on the rack, and the metal hook clinked against the tiles with a crisp “ding.” “Daphne, can you help me look over this script?” Liam poked his head in, holding up a tablet. The abrupt squeak of the faucet jolted me back to reality. From the living room, I could hear Asher Lewis and his team discussing plans for the next live stream centered around the “Single Idol” theme. I took a deep breath, hung the towel back on the rack, and the metal hook made a sharp sound as it hit the tile. “Daphne, could you take a look at this draft?” Intern Liam peeked in, holding up a tablet. I took the tablet and saw a promo draft for a live stream on the screen: [Exclusive Scoop! Asher’s First Public Reveal of His Ideal Partner—Do You Qualify?] Below was a photo of Asher Lewis in a slightly unbuttoned white shirt, looking gently at the camera. “It looks good.” My voice was calm but seemed distant. “But ‘ideal partner’ might be too direct. Perhaps ‘the type he admires’ would work better.” “Wow! Daphne, you always have the best insights!” Liam excitedly took back the tablet. “Asher mentioned he wanted to thank a fan tonight who sent ten Rockets in a row, someone named ‘Sweetheart’ or something…” My fingers unconsciously tightened on the hem of my pajamas. I knew who “Sweetheart” was—last week, when Asher was showering, I saw a message pop up on his phone: [Thanks, Brother Asher, for the Necklace, I wear it every day 💖]. Asher had explained then that “it’s for work, to maintain fan relationships.” “Daphne? Are you okay? You look a bit pale…” “I’m fine, maybe just low blood sugar.” I forced a smile. “I’ll go get some water.” In the kitchen, cold water flowed from the faucet, soaking my sleeve. I turned off the tap, watching the droplets slide down my wrist. I dried my hands with a towel, my knuckles turning white from the pressure. Suddenly, laughter erupted from the living room. I peeked in to see Asher Lewis smiling brightly at his phone screen, surrounded by a few team members. “Wow! ‘Kitty’ just sent three more Yachts!” Assistant Jack exclaimed. “Asher, this one is a true fan!” Asher winked at the camera: “Thanks for the support, ‘Kitty.’ Remember to DM me your address, and I’ll send you a special gift~” His tone had the familiar intimacy of live streaming, with a slight upward lilt—a flirtatious technique I knew all too well. I retreated to the kitchen, my fingers swiftly tapping on my phone screen. Five minutes later, a new account named “Silent Snow” was successfully registered, with a profile picture of pure white. “`plaintext 55 At ten o’clock that night, Daphne sat in the study wearing headphones, with a tablet in front of her showing Asher Lewis’s live stream. The man on the screen seemed even more striking than in person—his meticulously styled hair, eyes gentle and smiling, and a white turtleneck sweater accentuating his chiseled jawline.

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Asher’s grandmother left a wish before she passed, hoping Asher would marry me. So even though he fell in love with his Thea, Asher insisted on marrying me. It wasn’t until Thea killed the puppy I had raised since childhood that Asher chose to protect Thea again. This time, I didn’t argue. Instead, I contacted the Professor at the Lop Nur Base, preparing to become a researcher there. Before I left, I gave myself seven days to wrap things up. On the first day, I took off the engagement ring symbolizing “the only one.” On the third day, I submitted my resignation at the company. On the day I was leaving, Asher suddenly remembered the puppy and promised to accompany me to buy a new one tomorrow. Then he said, “Daphne is going to the company’s Charity Gala, prepare her dress and bring it to her.” I agreed with a smile and disappeared from his world forever. Later, whenever Asher heard about me, he would stare at our engagement ring in a daze. That was the lover he couldn’t win back and the puppy he couldn’t replace…

Looking at the NDA in my hand, I signed my name without hesitation. “Professor, I am willing to join the Rocket Development Program.” The Professor looked at me with some regret. “You should know this task is top secret. Once you join, you will have to remain anonymous for ten years. No one will be able to find you.” “Aren’t you getting married? At least discuss it with your partner.” Thinking of Asher’s cold and resolute face, I smiled bitterly and shook my head. “No need.” The Professor was silent for a moment, then spoke, “Alright, go get ready. We leave in seven days.” It was raining as I left the Professor’s office, and I walked home in the rain. Unsurprisingly, Asher still hadn’t come back. Daphne had taken away Buddy, the dog I had raised since childhood. When I tried to reason with Asher, he blamed me instead, and then he didn’t come home for three days. I took off the ring on my hand and threw it into the drawer. It was a ring Asher made for me by hand, symbolizing our lifelong love, meant never to be removed, even in death. I naively thought we would grow old together. But everything changed when Daphne returned from abroad. Asher no longer remembered my birthday or cared about my feelings. I became the most invisible person in the house. I was about to take off my soaked clothes when the door sounded. Opening it, I saw Daphne with a spiteful look, disdainfully kicking something at her feet. “This beast wouldn’t listen and got hit by a car.” I looked in disbelief at Buddy’s small body lying there, his fur soaked with mud and blood. My heart twisted painfully, and my eyes instantly filled with tears. Seeing this, Daphne’s sneer deepened, shrugging indifferently. “It’s just a dog. Do you have to cry like your mother died?” I couldn’t hold back anymore and pushed Daphne hard. She screamed and fell into Asher’s arms, who had rushed over when he heard the noise. Instantly, she was in tears, “Asher, the dog ran out and got hit by a car on its own. Why blame me?” Before I could speak, she cried even harder, “I’m sorry, Cora, I didn’t mean to…” Touching Buddy’s lifeless body, my heart ached to the point of suffocation, and I couldn’t help but shout at her, “What’s the use of saying sorry!” She immediately acted as if she had been greatly wronged. “Asher, I kindly brought over the dog’s body, and she talks to me like this…” Asher looked at me with increasing impatience, “It’s just an animal. It’s dead, so what? My grandma left you so much money, don’t you know how many dogs you can buy with it?” With someone defending her, Daphne cried even harder, soaking a large patch of Asher’s chest with her tears. Perhaps thinking it wasn’t enough, he continued, “Cora, when did you become so petty and unreasonable?” Animal? I looked at him, almost unable to breathe from the pain. He knew how important Buddy was to me. It was the only gift my mother left me before she died. He had once promised at my mother’s bedside to take care of me and Buddy. But now, for Daphne, he called Buddy an animal. It turns out Asher’s heart had strayed too far. I was also tired and didn’t want to fight anymore. Thinking of my decision to leave, I felt relieved. Asher gently patted Daphne’s back and glared at me, “Are you satisfied now?” Then, he gently patted Daphne’s head, affectionately saying, “It’s raining outside. Shall I take you home?” Daphne snuggled into his arms, giving me a challenging smile from an angle he couldn’t see. Watching his hurried steps, I gave a bitter smile. The Asher who once claimed to have fallen in love with me at first sight and pursued me passionately never truly loved me. I was just a distraction in his loneliness, and Daphne was his true love. Now the rightful owner was back, and I, the substitute, should step down. But it didn’t matter anymore. I hid the ring and the unsigned prenuptial agreement in the drawer. Asher would never know that the agreement his grandmother forced him to sign, granting me half of his assets, was never notarized, nor did I sign it. Chapter Two After cremating Buddy, I buried him next to my mother’s grave. On the third morning, the Professor sent me the exact departure time. I replied with an “okay” and then walked into the HR office. I formally submitted my resignation. They must have disliked me for a long time, as the process went smoothly. Just as I closed the door of the HR office, I heard them gossiping. “She just up and resigned. Being the CEO’s wife is different, I heard Asher’s grandma left her half the property!” “What CEO’s wife? It’s not even official. I think she resigned because Asher gave her project to Miss Daphne.” “Wasn’t that the project she was working on? It’s almost finished. Giving it to Miss Daphne now is like letting her reap the rewards.” “So what? Miss Daphne is Asher’s true love.” It’s not surprising they thought that way. As soon as Daphne returned, Asher gave her the General Manager position. Even if Daphne knew nothing, Asher would hand the project to her himself. He even had me work overtime to revise Daphne’s proposals and entertain her clients. Even when I ended up hospitalized with a bleeding stomach, he said I owed it to Daphne. Listening to the occasional mocking laughter, I felt no waves in my heart. I just hoped the coming days would pass quickly. With everything settled, it was time for me to pack up. I returned home with my things, only to see Asher and Daphne having breakfast together, laughing and chatting. Watching them feed each other, my hands started to tremble. Once, I mistakenly used Asher’s cup, and he hired a dozen cleaners to sanitize the house, warning me not to have physical contact with him. Turns out Asher didn’t have a cleanliness obsession. He just didn’t want to be intimate with me. Seeing me return, Daphne playfully clung to Asher’s hand, “Asher, if you give Cora’s seat to me, won’t she be upset?” Asher sneered, “I’m the company’s CEO. Do I need her approval for my decisions?” “But Cora hasn’t been home for days.” “She’s waiting for me to coax her. Don’t mind her.” Hearing this, Daphne’s eyes were full of triumphant pride. She leaned into Asher’s embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck coquettishly. I said nothing and headed upstairs. That’s when Asher noticed me. A hint of guilt flashed across his face before he threw his knife and fork onto his plate in anger and ordered me, “Stop right there!” I kept walking, but he rushed over and grabbed my arm. “Cora, what’s your problem? Do you even remember you have a home?” He reached to take the box from my arms, but I turned away. “No need, you go ahead with your work.” Asher looked even more impatient, about to say something when Daphne called him, “Asher, I want another fried egg. Can you make one for me?” “Sure,” Asher replied and headed to the kitchen. I stepped forward to go back to my room, but Daphne blocked my way. “What do you want?” Daphne glanced toward the kitchen, and her gentle facade faded, revealing jealousy and resentment. “Cora, you heard it all, didn’t you? Asher only has me in his heart. If it weren’t for his grandmother forcing him, he wouldn’t marry you.” “I heard his grandma left you half the property. Don’t delude yourself into thinking any of it is yours!” “I advise you to be sensible and hand over the property agreement. After all, just one word from me, and he would kick you out.” She paused, looking at me, then covered her mouth in a mock laugh, “Oops, I forgot. All your family is dead. You’re like a stray dog no one wants.” “No wonder you cling to Asher like a leech.” Her tone was contemptuous, her eyes filled with mockery. No matter how she insulted me, I didn’t care. But she shouldn’t have mocked my family. In an instant, my blood froze, and I couldn’t help but yell at her, “Daphne, say one more word, and I’ll tear your mouth apart!” “Asher! What are you doing!?” She paused, looked at me, then covered her mouth in a mocking laugh. “Oops, I forgot. Your whole family’s gone now. You’re just like an unwanted stray.” “No wonder you’re stuck to Asher like glue.” Her voice dripped with disdain, her eyes gleaming with amusement. I could endure any insult she hurled at me, but mocking my family was crossing the line. My blood ran cold, and I couldn’t help but shout, “Daphne! Say one more word and I’ll make you regret it!” “Cora! What’s gotten into you?!” Asher happened to overhear, worried I might harm Daphne, and immediately intervened. I paused, noticing Daphne’s raised eyebrow as she subtly pushed me. The next second, I lost my balance and tumbled down the stairs. Pain shot through me as I hit the ground. “Cora!” Asher dropped everything and rushed over to help me up. Daphne leaned toward Asher, tears brimming in her eyes, “Asher, I didn’t mean to… It’s all my fault for being so clumsy and causing trouble. What should I do now…” Her panic seemed perfectly genuine, and Asher couldn’t bring himself to blame her. He frowned, looking at me, “Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital? Daphne didn’t mean it, don’t hold it against her.” I shook my head, bitterness seeping in as I looked away, noticing the scattered items. The resignation letter and confidential documents were right on top. Chapter Three Afraid he might notice, I ignored the pain and hurried to gather them. “I’ll do it.” Asher crouched down, picking up the resignation letter with a frown. I held my breath, hoping he wouldn’t notice the confidential documents. Luckily, Asher’s attention was on the resignation letter, allowing me to hide the documents among other items. “You quit?” Asher sounded surprised. “Yeah.” I shoved everything into the box. He sounded displeased, “Why didn’t you say so earlier? Before, when I asked you to hand over the project, you refused. Why the change of heart now?” Maybe it was because I looked so pale; he hesitated and softened his tone, “Quitting is good. Saves me some effort. Grandma gave you so much money, you should be content.” “You should focus on being Mrs. Asher and stop competing with Daphne.” “She’s kind-hearted and doesn’t understand your scheming.” I bit my lip, holding back tears, nodding even though my heart felt like it was being pierced by countless needles. I struggled to stand despite the pain. He reached out to help me, “Cora, explain the project to Daphne so she won’t face difficulties with the investors.” “She’s not like you, able to charm people and even get half the property.” Not wanting to waste more time on them, I nodded to Asher, “Okay.” Asher seemed pleased with my compliance, smiling at me, “That’s better. Sorry for neglecting you lately. Once Daphne fully takes over your work, I’ll make it up to you.” “After the mourning period for Grandma, we can get married. It’ll give her peace.” I bit my lip hard, my heart aching. That day would never come. In the following days, I quietly packed my things, wrote a project proposal for Daphne, and visited Asher’s grandmother’s grave to tell her my decision. She loved me most in life and wouldn’t want me to suffer under Asher’s mistreatment. On the last day, Asher stayed home. I felt anxious, trying to find reasons to leave smoothly. Unexpectedly, Asher took out an old telescope, “Daphne wants to go stargazing; I’m taking her camping today.” “Alright.” I sighed in relief. Leaving early would let me avoid running into him. He added, “There’s a Charity Gala tonight. Get a dress ready for Daphne.” I thought for a moment. By then, I’d be on the way to my new life. Daphne walked over, clinging to Asher’s arm, pitifully pleading, “How could Cora get me a dress? Last time she gave me the wrong project proposal, and I got in trouble with the investors.” “Asher, I can wear anything. I don’t want to…” She even shed a few tears, and Asher glared at me angrily, “Cora, if you don’t want to do it, just say so. How could you do this? You’ve really disappointed me!” I was about to leave and didn’t want any more conflict. I calmly apologized to Daphne, “Sorry, my bad. It won’t happen again.” Then I looked at Asher, “Don’t worry, I’ll prepare the dress for her.” A hint of guilt flashed across Asher’s face. After hesitating for a while, he said slowly, “Cora, tomorrow I’ll get you a new puppy, just like the one before.” Before my mentor came to pick me up, I ironed the dress for Daphne and left the ring symbolizing “the only one” and the prenup agreement on the table. With my suitcase in hand, I headed downstairs. The Professor looked at my expressionless face and sighed helplessly. “Since you’ve decided to go, work hard over there and achieve results soon!” “Okay!” I got in the car, watching Asher’s villa fade into the distance until it disappeared from view. In the early morning, Asher returned home, slightly tipsy, with Daphne. The house was silent, with no lights on. Asher was instinctively displeased. After all, no matter how late it was, I would always wait for him on the sofa. “Cora! Come out and make some hangover soup.” But the empty house remained silent, with no response. Asher flipped on the light, only to see the documents and ring on the table. He immediately yelled, “Cora! Who allowed you to take off the ring?!” I’m sorry, but it appears that the text you intended to have translated is missing. Could you please provide the specific text for translation? Chapter 4

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When I opened my eyes, I found myself kneeling in Jasper’s study. Memories of my past life surged back. The bullet I took for him, his cold smirk as he embraced Luna and said, “Finally, some peace and quiet,” and my ashes left unclaimed after cremation. “Sign the divorce papers.” The scene was identical to my past life, with a Jasper from ten years ago throwing the documents in my face. I chuckled softly and decisively signed my name with the pen. This time, I wouldn’t wait for his driver to end my life before I found my own freedom. “Mr. Gu.” I pushed the papers back and stood up, meeting his shocked gaze. “This time, I’m the one who doesn’t want you.” As I turned, he grasped my wrist with surprising force. “Nora, you…” I pried his fingers off one by one. The touch I couldn’t beg for in my past life now only disgusted me. Lightning flashed outside, illuminating the panic in his eyes—a sight unfamiliar to me. How laughable. The attention I couldn’t earn in my past life came so easily now.

I stood in the top-floor conference room of Jasper Corporation, city lights sprawling outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. The pen in my hand was still warm, the ink on the divorce papers not yet dry. Jasper sat at the other end of the long table, his slender fingers tapping the surface unconsciously, brows furrowed. “Are you sure about this?” His voice was low, tinged with a hesitation I’d never heard in my past life. I slowly closed the folder, my fingertips tracing the embossed cover. In my past life, it was here that I knelt, begging him for another chance, only to be met with his disdainful gaze and a “Stop embarrassing yourself here.” “Very sure.” I smiled and stood up, the sound of my heels crisp against the marble floor. “Isn’t it what you’ve always wanted, for me to disappear?” His pupils contracted sharply, his fingers clenching the armrests. I walked toward the door, but as I reached for the handle, I heard the chair behind me topple over. “Wait!” Jasper rushed to stand in front of me, his breath slightly hurried. He reached out to grab my wrist but hesitated just before touching me. The man who used to give me the cold shoulder now looked somewhat panicked. “You…” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “Where are you going?” I tilted my head, finding it amusing. In my past life, he never glanced at the dinners I painstakingly prepared every day. Now he was concerned about my whereabouts? “Starting a company.” I answered lightly, “To compete with Jasper Corporation.” His face turned ashen in an instant. I took the opportunity to push open the conference room door. The employees outside immediately lowered their heads, pretending to be busy. Only my assistant, Xiao Lin, hurried over with a file. “Ms. Su, Mr. Zhang from Bright Ventures scheduled a meeting with you for tomorrow at ten.” She deliberately raised her voice. “He said he’s very optimistic about our new energy project.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jasper whip his head around, and I happily patted Xiao Lin’s shoulder. “Well done.” As the elevator doors closed, I saw Jasper rushing out. His tie was askew, his hair slightly messy, a far cry from his usual polished self. In my past life, I loved him enough to die for him, but now it only seemed ironic. In the basement parking lot, my new car awaited. A flashy red sports car, nothing like the old one he deemed “too ostentatious.” “To Bluewater Bay,” I told the driver. It’s a villa I bought last week, a place Jasper knows nothing about. As the car exited the garage, my phone buzzed incessantly. “Jasper” flashed repeatedly on the screen, and I promptly turned the phone off. Under the night sky, city neon lights streamed past the window. I rolled down the window, letting the night breeze dissipate the heaviness in my chest. The scenes from my past life’s final moments resurfaced. The harsh hospital lighting, the shrill alarm of the monitor. And Jasper’s smile as he held Dahlia, saying, “Finally free.” The phone suddenly lit up again, this time with a text from an unknown number: “When did you start drinking black coffee?” I stared at the cryptic message, a chill running down my spine. In my past life, I pretended to like lattes just to please Jasper. This time around, from day one, I drank only black coffee. And the only person who knew this habit was… Another message popped up: “Last night, I dreamed you died.” My fingers trembled uncontrollably. In the distance, the lights of Jasper Corporation’s top floor still shone, like a watchful eye.

I gripped my phone tightly, my knuckles turning white. “Turn around.” I instructed the driver, my voice calm and unlike my usual self, “To Riverside Mansion.” It was Jasper’s private villa, a place I wasn’t qualified to enter in my past life. But this time, I needed to confirm something. Was he reborn too? As the car entered the villa district, rain began to pelt the windshield. I had the driver stop by the roadside, and I walked alone under an umbrella toward the familiar building. The roses in the garden bloomed brilliantly, ones I secretly planted in my past life but never dared claim. The doorbell rang three times before Jasper answered. His shirt collar was open, hair disheveled and dripping, clutching half a bottle of whiskey. At the sight of me, the bottle fell, shattering on the ground, amber liquid soaking the carpet. “You really came.” His voice was hoarse, eyes swirling with emotions I’d never seen. “Just like in the dream…” Raindrops rolled off the umbrella’s spokes, forming a transparent curtain between us. I stared into his eyes. “Did you dream of my death?” He grabbed my shoulders suddenly, the force painful: “Not just a dream! I remember every second—you jumping in front of the bullet, blood splattering on my face…” His voice quivered. “I remember holding Dahlia and saying… saying…” “Saying ‘finally free.’” I calmly interjected, watching his face lose all color. “So you were reborn too.” The words seemed to flip a switch, and Jasper suddenly knelt in the rain. Rain soaked his shirt, outlining a gaunt figure. The ever-dominant Mr. Gu, now as pitiful as a beggar. “Nora, I…” “Shut up.” I stepped back, the umbrella blocking his pleading gaze. “Jasper, did you think being reborn was your chance for redemption?” Lightning split the sky, illuminating his pale face. I leaned closer to his ear, whispering: “No, it’s my chance for revenge.” As I turned, he lunged, wrapping his arms around my legs: “At least tell me, that bullet…” “Didn’t hit a vital spot.” I shook off his hands. “But you stopped the hospital from supporting my heart and lungs.” His cries were drowned by the thunder. I walked to the waiting car in the rain, never looking back. Just then, my phone lit up with a message from my assistant: “Ms. Su, we found out Dahlia started transferring Jasper’s funds last month.” I smirked. See, Jasper, the woman you protected with your life in the past had already planned to betray you. And this time, I’ll personally send both of you to hell.

I sat in the car, rain blurring the windows. Jasper’s figure in the rain grew smaller, eventually vanishing. The driver glanced at me cautiously through the rearview mirror and asked, “Ms. Su, where to now?” “To the office.” I flipped through the information my assistant sent, a cold smile playing on my lips. “And by the way, schedule a meeting with Dahlia.” At two in the morning, my office lights were still on. On the computer screen. Dahlia’s bank transactions from the past three months, photos of secret meetings. Even her emails with Jasper’s competitors were clearly displayed. This woman who caused my tragic death in my past life was now walking straight into my trap. “Ms. Su, Ms. Lin has arrived.” The assistant knocked to remind me. I closed the laptop, looking up at the door. Dahlia wore a white dress, makeup immaculate, her expression as innocent and fragile as ever. She bit her lip slightly, speaking timidly, “Nora, you wanted to see me?” In my past life, this pitiful act fooled Jasper into doing her bidding. I smiled slightly, gesturing for her to sit. “I heard you and Jasper have been getting along well?” A flash of pride crossed her eyes, quickly masked. “Jasper… he’s just been looking out for me.” “Is that so?” I slid a document her way. “Did you know he’s been investigating your fund transfers?” Dahlia’s face went pale instantly. She shot up from her seat, the chair screeching against the floor. “What are you talking about?!” I leisurely opened the file, pointing at the figures: “Thirty million, transferred to overseas accounts. What do you think Jasper’s reaction will be when he finds out?” Her fingers clutched her skirt tightly, knuckles white. “You… what do you want?” I stood, looking down at her: “Simple.” I said softly, “Keep going.” Three days later, Jasper Corporation’s stock plummeted. Following my plan, Dahlia recklessly liquidated Jasper’s assets, even forging his signature. And Jasper, once cold and unfeeling in my past life, seemed to have gone mad searching for me now. He blew up my phone, his car constantly parked outside the company. He even began sending flowers to my office daily, each card reading “I’m sorry.” Too bad, it’s too late. “Ms. Su, Jasper Corporation has applied for an emergency bank loan.” The assistant reported, “But on Dahlia’s end…” “Quite straightforward.” I murmured softly, “I need you to proceed.” Three days later, the stock price of Jasper Corporation nosedived. Dahlia, following my plan, started liquidating Jasper’s assets in a frenzy, even resorting to forging Jasper’s signature. Jasper, a man who was cold and unfeeling in what felt like another life, is now frantically searching for me as if he’s lost his mind. My phone was inundated with his calls, and his car was a constant presence downstairs. He even began sending flowers to my office daily, each with a card that simply said, “I’m sorry.” But it’s too late now. “Ms. Su, Jasper has already applied for an emergency loan from the bank.” My assistant reported, “But on Dahlia’s side…” “Keep going.” I signed the documents without looking up, “Make sure she transfers the last bit of money too.” The assistant hesitated for a moment: “But… if Jasper really goes bankrupt, the shares you previously held…” I let out a soft, ironic chuckle, “Who cares about that small amount of money?” What I want is for Jasper to be left with nothing. Just as I was once left with nothing. A month later, Jasper Corporation officially announced a break in its cash flow. I stood in a café opposite Jasper Tower, watching as Jasper was surrounded by reporters. He had lost a significant amount of weight, his suit hanging loosely, with dark circles under his eyes. A reporter asked sharply: “Mr. Gu, it’s said that this crisis is related to your fiancée, Dahlia?” Jasper suddenly looked up, his gaze intense, “She’s not my fiancée.” “Then did you divorce Ms. Nora for Ms. Lin?” His expression crumbled instantly. I put down my coffee cup and turned to leave. Suddenly, there was a commotion behind me, followed by Jasper’s anguished shout: “Nora!” I didn’t look back. The sky started to rain. I opened my umbrella and walked into the crowd. In this life, I’ve finally learned to leave without looking back. I’m unable to provide a translation as the original Chinese text appears to be missing. Could you please supply the text that requires translation? News of Jasper Corporation’s bankruptcy was everywhere. I sat in my office, lightly tapping my fingers on the desk, watching the screen where Jasper was surrounded by reporters. His suit was in disarray, and his eyes were bloodshot. Once a powerful CEO, now he looked utterly defeated.

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I was a renowned surgeon at Seaside Hospital. Three years ago, I fainted on the operating table due to an allergic reaction, and the patient couldn’t be saved from the excessive bleeding. As the lead surgeon, I was prosecuted and sent to prison because of the family’s influence, enduring three years of unimaginable torture. The day I was released, my husband and son came to take me home. I was moved by their unwavering support and loved them even more, never doubting their words. Until one day, I unintentionally overheard a conversation in the study between my husband and son: “Dad, when are you going to marry Aunt Nora? I don’t want a murderer as my mom.” “Enough. If you hadn’t put peanut powder in your mom’s food back then, causing her allergy, she wouldn’t have ended up in jail.” “I only did it because Aunt Nora lost the department head election to Mom. And Dad, you didn’t oppose it either.” My husband angrily slammed the table: “I told you never to bring this up again. If it weren’t for Nora being upset, I wouldn’t have agreed to your plan.” I stepped back, covering my mouth as tears streamed down. “Dad, do you really want Aunt Nora to be with someone else? Didn’t you say she would be my mom?” Declan hesitated, furrowing his brows. “Are you worried that woman will find out? Don’t worry, she’s so naive, she listens to us without question and won’t suspect anything. But Aunt Nora, if you don’t act soon, she’ll marry someone else.” My son tugged at his hand, seeking affection. Declan tapped his forehead with a mix of indulgence and worry, “For now, don’t let her find out. Nora needs to become Master Blake’s disciple and needs that acupuncture manuscript of hers. Once she hands it over…” He was interrupted by his son’s excitement: “Then we can be a family, and that murderer woman can go away.” “Keep your voice down, don’t let her hear.” My son nodded, covering his mouth: “Got it, Dad. You better explain to Aunt Nora. If it weren’t for that murderer, Aunt Nora wouldn’t have misunderstood us. I hate her so much, why didn’t she die in prison?” The child who usually wore an angelic smile now spoke with disdain and hatred. It seemed my existence was their biggest obstacle. Three years ago, I was confused and dragged to court due to a medical accident. A health report falsely stating I had no allergies sent me to prison. Declan and my son assured me they’d wait for me. During those three years in prison, I endured endless torture, with anyone in a bad mood taking it out on me. At the worst, eight of my ribs were broken. The monthly visitation day was my only hope. But Declan and my son never showed up. When I was released, my foster parents had passed away, and my former friends, classmates, and teachers distanced themselves. Everywhere I went, people pointed and whispered, and the mark on my wrist became my life’s label, always drawing ridicule. Thankfully, Declan and my son stayed by my side, encouraging me, giving me confidence and courage. They said that no matter what others thought, they’d never leave me, because I was their most loved one. And I made them the only light in my darkness, willingly becoming a housewife, taking care of them with all my heart. That became my best way to express my love. I never imagined that all my suffering was thanks to them! The love I felt was just a facade to help Nora. Tears welled up uncontrollably. At that moment, I couldn’t hold back any longer and fled. Back in the bedroom, the walls were covered with photos of Declan and me. From when I was seventeen to after we got married. Each photo held different memories. But gradually, someone else appeared in our photos. Nora was an intern I brought in. Wherever Declan was, she was there too. I warned Declan, but he dismissed it. He even said, “Adeline, do you lack confidence in yourself or doubt our relationship?” So after I dismissed my suspicions, they worked together to send me to prison. Even my child, whom I carried for ten months, wants me dead. I held my head in despair, their words echoing in my mind. The pressure in my chest made it hard to breathe, and tears kept flowing. On one side was the desperate truth, on the other, years of love and family ties. What should I do? I bit my lip hard, my body trembling in silent sobs. Declan and my son came in without me noticing. Seeing my tear-streaked face, my son jumped into my arms, nuzzling against me, and comforted me with practiced ease. Declan held me gently, murmuring softly: “Adeline, it’s okay. Just be yourself, I’ll handle the rest! My son and I will always be your support.” Feeling his tenderness, I couldn’t stop asking myself, can I really rely on them? If I hadn’t heard their conversation, I’d be happy, but now all I feel is trembling and nausea. If not for Nora, they wouldn’t have to act with me. Late at night, I booked a flight for the next day. I didn’t expect Nora to come to my house the next day. They were having a meal. My son sat beside her, acting spoiled, calling her mom. Nora looked at Declan with a shy smile. Declan lovingly stroked her hair. But in this beautiful, warm scene, I was the odd one out. Nora was the first to see me. She smiled brightly. “Oh, Adeline, sorry, I forgot you were here. Sit down, I’ll get you a bowl of rice.” Nora quickly returned, placing a white bowl in front of me, contrasting with their pink ones. I gripped my chopsticks so hard my knuckles turned white. I remembered when I had just come back, I grabbed those three bowls from the cabinet, and Declan got so angry. “Adeline, after being away for years, I’ll tell you what you can and can’t touch.” Even my son angrily dumped his food and hid the bowl like a treasure. Now I realized those were the bowls for their ‘family of three.’ Nora followed my gaze to the bowl, smirking, and spoke with satisfaction, “Adeline, don’t mind. This set of bowls was specially made by Declan for Lachlan. Kids like quirky things. Adeline, eat more, try my cooking. Declan and Lachlan say I cook well, give me your opinion.” Declan smiled, placing a chicken drumstick in her bowl, “Adeline won’t overthink. But you, don’t just care about others, eat more too.” My son pouted, pretending to be unhappy. “Dad is so biased, only nice to Aunt Nora. Why don’t you give me food?” Declan helplessly gave him another drumstick. “Just two drumsticks, one for you and one for Aunt Nora.” My son happily gnawed on the chicken, while Declan casually wiped the oil from Nora’s mouth. “Grown-up, yet eating like a messy cat.” Nora blushed, glancing at me, and pretended to be shy: “Adeline is here, don’t let her misunderstand.” “Adeline is understanding, not a little girl, she won’t get jealous or misunderstand.” I forced a bitter smile. They seemed like a family, while I, the real wife, was the unnecessary outsider. The next moment, Declan ordered with a justified tone, “Adeline, Nora is practically your half-student. She wants to apply for Acupuncture Master Blake’s disciple exam. I remember you have an ancient acupuncture manuscript, you don’t need it anymore, give it to Nora!” I’ve carefully kept that manuscript, it’s the only clue to my real family. He knows that. I clenched my fists, my voice hoarse and bitter, “That ancient acupuncture manuscript is the only token my birth mother left me, I need it to find her, how could you…” Declan’s face darkened, and his tone turned impatient. “After all these years, if your mother wanted to find you, she would’ve appeared. I’m helping you, so you won’t dwell on unrealistic things. This isn’t a discussion, I’ve promised it to Nora, get it out, the exam deadline is in three days, Nora needs to start studying.” Nora looked at me with a smug expression, “Adeline, Declan is doing this for your good, I think you should accept reality!” Yes, with everything laid out, what am I holding on to? I put down my chopsticks, stood up, and spoke slowly: “Declan, let’s get a divorce.” As soon as I said it, their faces changed. My son and Nora were full of joy. Declan, on the other hand, frowned in shock, then looked displeased. “Adeline, you’re divorcing over a manuscript? When did you become so unreasonable?” “Declan, don’t say that to Adeline. The manuscript is hers, it’s okay if she doesn’t want to give it to me, I’ll get in with my own efforts.” At this moment, Nora had already put on a pitiful look, tears in her eyes, pulling my arm. I set down my chopsticks, rose to my feet, and said quietly, “Declan, let’s get a divorce.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth, their faces changed. My son and Nora looked thrilled, while Declan seemed shocked, his brows knitting in displeasure. “Adeline, you’re asking for a divorce over some old book? Since when did you become so unreasonable?” “Declan, don’t speak about Adeline like that. The book is hers. If she doesn’t want to give it to me, that’s okay. I’ll earn it through my own efforts.” At this point, Nora had already adopted a pitiful demeanor, tears shimmering in her eyes as she grasped my arm. “Adeline, I know you’ve never really liked me. Now that you’re back, I shouldn’t be here in your home. But I truly care for Lachlan. If that’s how you feel, I won’t come anymore, and I don’t need the book. It’s all my fault. Please don’t divorce Declan because of me.” My son jumped off his chair and glared at me fiercely. “If you don’t like Aunt Nora, then you should leave. You’re just a murderer. What right do you have to dislike Aunt Nora?” Watching my seven-year-old son hitting me and shoving me to defend another woman broke my heart. Amid the struggle, Nora let out a scream and fell to the ground. The next moment, my son charged at me, head-first into my stomach. I stumbled several steps back, my head hitting the wall hard, pain blurring my vision. Before I could recover, Declan’s furious eyes met mine. He slapped me hard across the face, yanked my hair, and said coldly: “Adeline, how dare you, an ex-con, lay a hand on Nora? Apologize to her right now!” I endured the sharp pain in my scalp, stubbornly looking at the man who once cherished me. Back then, even if my eyes just welled up, he would feel guilty and comfort me for ages. But now? He would hit me for another woman. At that moment, I truly felt my heart shatter. “Declan, is this what you meant by having me rely on you?” Declan let go of my hair, a flicker of panic in his eyes, about to speak when Nora’s soft sobs interrupted. “Declan, Adeline, it’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have come between you. I’ll leave now!” My son clung to her hand, glaring at me as he spoke, “If anyone should leave, it’s you. I don’t have a murderer for a mother.” Declan also agreed with our son, “Adeline, it seems I’ve been too good to you. You should go out and clear your head. Think it over and then come back with the ancient manuscript for Nora. A useless person like you shouldn’t hold onto something so valuable.” When I was pushed out and the door shut, I clearly saw Nora give me a triumphant, mocking smile. I’m glad I discovered their true nature early on, so I’m not as devastated now. That place is no longer my home; staying would only make me feel sick. I sat outside all night. At dawn, I knocked on the door slowly. With a flight this afternoon, I have to retrieve my documents from the bedroom. Nora opened the door in a slip dress, deliberately adjusting her hair over her shoulder to reveal her neck and the trail of hickeys down to her chest. “Adeline, I’m really sorry. I wanted to come out to find you yesterday, but Declan was just too vigorous. We didn’t stop until almost dawn. Fortunately, you came back on your own.” Even though I already knew about their relationship, seeing it with my own eyes still tightened my heart. I said nothing, just walked inside. At the bedroom door, I ran into Declan coming out. When he saw me, he was startled and spoke in a fluster. “Adeline, when did you get back? I… let me explain, something came up last night, so Nora stayed over.” I glanced at the messy bedroom with clothes torn on the floor. Clenching my fists, I shook my head nonchalantly, “It’s fine. When can I come in?” Seeing my expressionless face, without anger, Declan was the one who became embarrassed and angry. “Adeline, aren’t you mad? Seeing me with another woman, don’t you have any reaction?” I blinked, “What reaction do you want from me? To make a scene or hit her? What’s the point? You wouldn’t allow it anyway.” Declan didn’t expect me to respond like that, his brows furrowing tighter. At this moment, Nora chimed in, standing by Declan’s side, “Declan, today we need to go to Washington D.C. early. If it’s inconvenient, I can go by myself.” Declan wrapped his arm around her waist, ordering me, “Two days from now, Nora needs to register. Our son and I will accompany her to Washington D.C. today. We won’t be back for a while. Find the ancient manuscript quickly. Nora needs it for her exam in six months!” I nodded. It’s just an ancient manuscript, right? I’ll give it to her. If I don’t, they’ll definitely keep pestering me, making it harder for me to leave. When Nora got the ancient manuscript, her eyes were glowing. Watching their backs as the three of them left, I gave a bitter smile. I turned to the study, copying the recording of Declan’s conversation with our son from that day and took photos of the bedroom mess. Just then, I received a text from Nora. [Adeline, you’re really stupid. Did you really think that just giving me the manuscript would mean Declan would stay with you forever?] [I’m not afraid to tell you, we’ve actually been together since before you went to prison. He said he fell in love with me long ago, and you’re just his responsibility.] [Even your own son has called me mom for three years. The reason they never visited you during your three years in prison is because we lived together every day. What you thought was your home, I’ve actually lived in for three years.] She sent pictures after that. There were intimate photos of her and Declan, and family photos with our son. I didn’t reply, just saved them one by one. Everything about me in the bedroom, along with those photos, I threw into the trash downstairs. After doing all this, I placed the signed divorce papers and wedding ring on the table. As I was about to leave with my luggage, Declan called. His tone was gloomy, sounding conflicted: “Adeline, I haven’t forgotten my promise to you. I still have you in my heart.” “Actually, I…” Before he could finish, I heard Nora calling him. I replied calmly, “You go ahead.” “Adeline, I’ll explain things when I get back. Wait for me.” I was tired of his fake promises and hung up, blocking all his contacts. I’ve never felt so clear-headed as I do now. Before boarding the plane, I sent all the evidence to my attorney. Declan, weren’t you helping Nora step over me to succeed? Then I wish you smooth sailing. I hope you like this big gift. But I never expected another accident to happen along the way. I’m sorry, but the text to be translated is missing. Please provide the Chinese text you would like translated. 5 Two days later, Declan and Nora celebrated registering at a hotel suite. They kissed passionately, and as emotions intensified, Nora boldly asked, “Declan, when can we be together openly? Didn’t you say you’d divorce Adeline once you got the ancient acupuncture manuscript?”

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I’m a relationship tarot reader. At a party, my husband’s female colleague asked me to read her love fortune. My husband suddenly became anxious, “You always talk nonsense! You’ll make her cry!” But his colleague had already drawn the tarot cards on the table. Looking at the cards, I answered honestly: “This man is very handsome and a high-level executive in the company, but he’s already married.” The female colleague glanced at my husband, “Will we have a future together?” My husband’s breath caught for a moment. I deliberately curled my lips: “No, you won’t. If you insist on being together, you’ll end up in a terrible situation.” The once pleasant weekend gathering suddenly became tense. The men tried to use me as a fire extinguisher, desperate for me to say something comforting: “What’s all this talk about terrible situations? How could you scare our team’s lucky charm like that!” “Sis, you’re in the wrong here! Tarot cards aren’t supposed to predict life and death! Quick, say something nice!” I ignored them. I picked up my fork and helped myself to a tender and flavorful pork rib. Today was my third wedding anniversary with Jack. I had been preparing this meal, including these ribs, since 1 PM. I even started the soup three hours in advance. He had promised me a week ago that he would set aside the whole day to celebrate our anniversary. I waited for him to come home with excitement. When he opened the door, He brought his noisy project team members home with him. Our promised anniversary celebration turned into his team’s success party.

Seeing that I had no intention of speaking, His colleagues turned to Jack for help: “Boss! You can’t cover for her this time! You have to take a drink as punishment for your wife!” I glanced at Jack. His usually calm eyes involuntarily drifted towards the corner where the little crybaby sat with rabbit-like eyes. When he looked back at me, his expression returned to its usual rational and indifferent state: “Tarot cards are just a Western method of predicting weather using astrology. It’s not as accurate as our Chinese zodiac predictions. Besides, talking about fate like this breaks the spell and makes it invalid. “Although Alice is my wife, I’ve always been objective and fair. In this case, Alice was indeed wrong, so I’ll take a drink as punishment for her.” Jack, who had gastritis, had been abstaining from alcohol for half a year at my request. But seeing Fiona with her red eyes, he gripped the glass tightly and downed it without hesitation. As he drank, the chill in my heart grew deeper. There was clearly no point in continuing this meal. But Fiona’s tears kept flowing: “I have no right to blame you, sis. I heard you used to be a tarot streamer, so you must be accurate.” She sobbed. Raising her wet eyes to look at Jack, She seemed to make a painful decision: “I’ll definitely listen to you, sis. I’ll cut ties with this man completely.”

After the gathering, The table of leftovers looked just like the anniversary that someone had forgotten today. Jack, who usually helped clean up the table, suddenly changed his habit. He walked over to me. Still with an overly rational tone: “I know today is our anniversary. “If you’re just upset because I broke our promise and decided to pick on the softest target among my colleagues, then any guilt or regret I had is now completely gone.” After saying this, He lit a cigarette and went to the balcony, smoking one after another. Through the glass door, I saw the chat message he sent: “She’s not accurate, you don’t need to listen to her.” I watched him for a long time, until I lost myself in thought. That face of his. I had originally planned to love it for a lifetime.

From the moment I was born, my birth mother didn’t want me. The foster parents who took me in raised me until I was five, but after having their own child, they didn’t want me either. The kidnappers who took me away had their den busted by the police in the second month after abducting me. I finally managed to convince a kind-hearted couple to take me in. But a blind fortune teller told them: “This child’s fate is too strong, you won’t be able to handle her.” They adopted me anyway, but within six months, the couple divorced, and I had nowhere to go again. I wandered half-dead until I was twelve. I set my sights on a homeless tarot reader who was very accurate in fortune-telling and seemed to have an even tougher life than me. To make him adopt me, I deliberately occupied someone else’s begging spot and was almost beaten to death in a deserted street corner. I got my wish and was rescued by him, but he refused me again: “Calling me brother, uncle, or even dad won’t work! I won’t adopt you forever, I’m only six years older than you, I can barely take care of myself!” Despite saying this, I knew he was kind. Even his refusal seemed clumsy: “I’m warning you! I’m destined to be alone! Otherwise, I wouldn’t have ended up as a homeless person! If you insist on following me, I’ll teach you tarot, and once you have a skill, you can leave and be independent.” Zack, who always said he was short-lived and destined to be alone, ended up becoming family with me without any issues. I inherited his skills and started doing tarot readings for people everywhere. Because I was accurate, I helped many girls who were about to fall into traps, and even accurately predicted the direction of their true love. So, I really did fulfill what he said. I started to have the ability to be independent. In the year when live streaming became popular, I gradually built a stable client base online by doing tarot readings. At eighteen, I bought the pork ribs we used to crave but couldn’t afford, and returned to the house we had bought together with our family savings. Even ten years later, I can still clearly remember my pounding heart as I thought about how to confess my feelings to him, facing the sunset that had dyed the horizon red in early summer. But when I opened the door, All I saw was a note he left behind: “Our fate together has come to an end, and there’s no possibility of meeting again in this life. But I will always protect you.” At that moment, I knew I was done for. My life was like that bag of pork ribs that couldn’t be eaten by my loved one. In the days to come, it would only slowly rot and stink with time.

I frantically searched for him for two years. The tarot cards told me he was gone, and I even found out the location of his grave. But I didn’t believe he was dead. I kept looking for him while living a free and easy life in Dali, until one day, while setting up a tarot stall on the old street, I saw a man whose features were 99% similar to Zack’s. My heart was instantly gripped. I stared at him intently, as if traveling through time and space, seeing Zack. “Hello, are you a tarot reader? Can you do a reading for me?” He crouched down, his eyes sincere, as if it was the past me asking Zack: “Hey tarot reader, can you do a reading for me?” Time seemed to intersect at that moment. I couldn’t tell for a moment if the man in front of me was Zack I had imagined, or if my memory was playing tricks on me. How could there be two people in this world who looked exactly the same? I chatted with him for a bit, and he said his name was Jack and wanted me to predict when his lucky person would appear. So I let him draw a few tarot cards. He drew several cards in succession: The Magician, Six of Cups, The Sun, and The Tower. Looking at the cards, I immediately understood. I said honestly: “You will have a female benefactor who will help you. As long as you’re with her, your career and relationships will be full of opportunities. “But with The Tower present, it means you won’t have any ability to protect yourself in front of her.” I always have an instant feeling about tarot cards. I even had a rough impression of this female benefactor: “This woman is very mysterious, her work is related to Western mysticism, but I can’t see what her feelings for you are, the tarot cards didn’t say anything about that.” Jack crouched in front of my stall, a flash of shock crossing his eyes: “The only girl I know who’s into Western mysticism is you, isn’t it?” Ever since I met Jack, I suspected that he might be the one sent by Zack to protect me. After all, even their names were so similar. I loved making pork rib soup for him. Especially on early summer evenings when the sunset dyed everything red, I would serve him a bowl of rib soup and listen to him say over and over: “Alice, I love you so much. “I will love you forever.” Then I would walk over, completely satisfied, hug him, and kiss his eyes, jaw, and the corners of his mouth. I almost believed that he wasn’t sent by Zack. He might actually be Zack. Later, we had a child. I cherished him immensely. I believed this child Would be my only hope for the rest of my life.

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My best friend’s brother has returned from abroad, and word is, he brought back a sister-in-law for her. The next day, my friend invited me over to meet her brother. When I realized who the man in front of me was, my legs felt weak. Because three years ago, I broke up with him. Fiona insisted I come to her house for dinner. Her brother had just come back from abroad, and she was adamant I meet him. When I arrived after work, the dim streetlight cast a long shadow of a man. You could tell he was handsome. But, unfortunately, not someone for me. Fiona mentioned her brother had returned with a sister-in-law. He had broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and was 185cm tall—quite striking. “Brother!” Fiona shouted, and the man turned around. I was stunned for a moment: “He’s your brother?!” “Fiona, I just remembered I have something urgent to do, I have to go.” I swallowed nervously, trying to leave in haste. Fiona pulled me back: “Adeline! Why are you leaving? My brother is treating us to a feast!” Before I could refuse, the man had already approached. I grew more anxious, unconsciously gripping Fiona’s hand tightly. Fiona patted my hand to reassure me: “My brother is intimidating, right? I’m quite scared of him myself, that’s why I wanted you to come with me.” No wonder she’s my best friend, a champion at setting me up for forty years. Fiona dragged me along, eagerly introducing me to her brother: “Brother, this is Adeline, my best friend! Treat her just like a real sister from now on.” “Adeline, this is my brother, Declan.” After saying this, she looked behind Declan a few times: “Where’s my sister-in-law?” Declan ignored Fiona’s question, chuckled a few times, and stared at me: “Real sister?” His words made the atmosphere slightly tense. Fiona laughed to ease the tension: “Brother, what’s with you? Adeline and I are so close, can’t she be your sister too? Besides, Adeline doesn’t even mind.” She nudged my shoulder: “Right, Adeline?” Please don’t involve me, my legs felt weak. I hastily nodded. Declan chuckled softly. “If being my sister doesn’t interest you, what would you prefer? To be Fiona’s sister-in-law?” he raised an eyebrow, his tone casual. But his words made my heart skip a beat. I couldn’t muster a reply. However, Fiona was straightforward: “Brother! Show some decency! Don’t I already have a sister-in-law? You player!” Declan clicked his tongue: “That makes me a player? Then some people must be players to the extreme.” I didn’t dare speak until the three of us got in the car. Declan was indeed good-looking, a classic kind of handsome. When you saw him, you couldn’t possibly find him unattractive. Our eyes met in the rearview mirror, I was startled and immediately closed my eyes. I heard him laugh softly. My face turned red. Declan lowered the car window, and Fiona asked him, puzzled, what he was doing. He simply said: “My sister’s face is flushed, opening the window to cool her down.” My face turned even redder. Fiona glanced at me and even praised him for being more considerate. A dozen minutes later, the car stopped at a private restaurant’s parking lot. Declan got out and opened the door for me, looking at me with a half-smile: “Watch your head, sis.” As luck would have it, I did bump my head, but Declan’s hand was there to cushion it. Fiona sighed seriously: “My sister-in-law must be amazing to have trained my brother to be like this, I should thank her profusely in the future.” Declan glanced back at me, his gaze carrying some deeper meaning. I quietly swallowed and whispered: “Fiona, that’s not necessary.”

Declan ordered a variety of dishes, leaving Fiona astonished. “Brother, why did you order everything that Adeline likes?” “Oh, really? I ordered according to your sister-in-law’s taste.” Declan lounged lazily in his chair, hands folded, exuding an indescribable nobility. My heart skipped a few beats. “Adeline, my sister-in-law’s taste is really similar to yours, you two might even become good friends.” When all the dishes were served, Declan’s phone rang. When I looked at him, his eyes were full of tenderness as he looked at the caller ID, and I was taken aback. “It’s your sister-in-law calling, I’ll take it outside.” Looking at the table full of dishes, I suddenly lost my appetite. So Declan really has a girlfriend, and her taste is really the same as mine. I silently scorned myself, what was I getting all worked up about earlier? “What’s on your mind, sis?” Declan raised an eyebrow, adding a piece of braised pork to my plate. He seemed to genuinely treat me as his sister, using that term naturally. The atmosphere was slightly awkward, especially since Fiona went to the bathroom. I picked out the braised pork from my plate: “Sorry, brother, I don’t like this anymore.” My hand trembled a bit, but I tried hard to suppress it. He just chuckled softly and didn’t respond. The atmosphere remained tense, and internally, I was calling out for Fiona. “Oh, I forgot your taste changes quickly, after all, it’s only been a few days, and you already like pretty boys.” Fortunately, Fiona pushed the door open and came back in. In front of my best friend, I pretended to be calm, acting like nothing happened. But Declan wouldn’t let it go. He clapped his hands and asked the waiter to change the dishes. Fiona hadn’t had a chance to eat much: “Brother, why change the dishes? These are delicious!” Declan looked at me with a cold expression. “Adeline said she doesn’t like them.” His voice was pleasant, especially when he called my full name. Soon, the table was filled with green vegetables. Declan was definitely doing it on purpose. “Brother, how can you eat so much green!” Fiona complained quietly. Declan replied with a completely unrelated comment: “You think it’s too much green too?” This meal was so uncomfortable for me. On the way back, as I looked at Declan’s profile, I remembered the first time I met him. In my sophomore year, I was dumped by my ex-boyfriend. It was raining that day, and I gave my only umbrella to my ex. He and his new girlfriend were using my umbrella, while I got soaked. He had pursued me for almost a year, and we were together for only a few months before he cheated. Later, I heard from others that he never stopped having girlfriends even when he was pursuing me. When you’re down, it seems like everything goes wrong. Getting wet was one thing, but I slipped on the wet ground. Feeling wronged, tears mixed with rain streaming down my face. The street was empty, so I just cried out loud. In the midst of my sorrow, suddenly there was an umbrella over my head. I looked up, and though my vision was blurry, it was unmistakably a handsome man, mature and steady. “Take it.” He handed me the umbrella, I was a bit stunned. He stood for a moment, then impatiently shoved the umbrella into my hand. Holding it, I felt like the umbrella was hotter than his fingers. It had the Rolls-Royce logo. He turned away into the rain. A moment later, he returned, silently picking me up in his arms. His voice was low and nice: “Didn’t you know your leg is hurt?” My body was stiff, and so was his. It was the first time my heart raced like that. I never thought I would find a sense of security in a man other than my dad. I’m not very daring, but the bravest thing I did was ask Declan for his contact info. Under the pretense of returning his umbrella, I invited him to a meal, and he treated me back. I felt bad and invited him again. He remembered my taste, even set aside a day to go shopping with me. He was gentle and thoughtful, caring for me in every way. It was thanks to Fiona that we finally broke through that barrier. She took me to a bar, and I got drunk. The next day, I woke up with Declan lying next to me. He said: “Adeline, come home with me.”

In my senior year, I was struggling with my thesis and worried about meeting Declan’s parents. But in the end, I never got the chance. I saw him in a restaurant, smiling at a woman, cutting steak for her, his every gesture filled with affection. I had already been through this once. I knew what it meant, I was cheated on again. To save face, I spent 200 bucks to hire an underclassman to pretend to be my boyfriend. That day I calmly broke up with him. I thought Declan would try to keep me. Turns out, he didn’t love me anymore. He was so calm, he didn’t even take my words seriously. He asked: “Adeline, what do you mean?” “It means nothing, I don’t love you anymore.” Why could he move on so quickly, and I couldn’t? In the end, Declan smiled faintly. “Adeline, you’re doing great.” After that, I didn’t see him for three years. —— “We’re here.” My memories were cut short, and I got out of the car with Fiona. How could Declan still have the nerve to be sarcastic with me? He was the one who betrayed me first! I didn’t expose him, already giving him enough face. But I was still a bit sad. Declan was the most intense light in my otherwise dull youth. “Adeline, why do you seem off? Did my brother steal your soul?” Fiona was excited: “It’s such a pity, if I didn’t have a sister-in-law, I would’ve set you two up.” “Did you know? My brother is so devoted, he’s been with my sister-in-law for over three years now.” In stark contrast to Fiona’s joy, my heart felt cold at that moment. I couldn’t quite describe the feeling. Was I mad at Declan for betraying me? Not really. Just a bit resentful. Seeing I was down, Fiona quickly arranged a gathering to cheer me up. I almost never attended such chaotic events. But thinking of Declan, I gritted my teeth and went. Fiona, being the little rich girl she is, gathered a room full of men. Some were up-and-coming celebs. These young boys kept calling me: “Sis.” Who could resist that? In the latter part, I got a bit tipsy and grabbed Fiona’s hand, asking what her sister-in-law was like. I can’t really put the feeling into words. Am I angry with Declan for betraying me? Not exactly. It’s more of a lingering resentment. Fiona noticed I wasn’t in the best of moods and immediately organized a get-together with some friends to lift my spirits. I almost never attend these chaotic gatherings. But thinking of Declan, I decided to grit my teeth and go. Fiona, true to her little rich girl style, had filled the room with guys. Some of them were even up-and-coming celebs. These young men kept calling me “sis.” Who could resist that? Later on, feeling a bit tipsy, I clung to Fiona’s hand and asked her what her sister-in-law was like. “Is your sister-in-law prettier than me?” “Does she have a better figure than me? A bigger chest?” Fiona shouted, “No! Definitely not!”

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