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Nathan was ashamed of my stammer and never brought me into his social circle. At a gathering with friends, his buddy joked, “How do you argue with a stammerer?” His childhood sweetheart laughed and said, “It takes her three minutes to say one sentence. So stupid. Last time she couldn’t get the words out, she almost cried from frustration.” Everyone burst into laughter. “Looks like he’s not planning to make it official.” Nathan shrugged carelessly, “She’s just a mute. I’ll dump her when I’m bored.” Later, I appeared at a banquet on the arm of his older brother. Speaking fluently. Nathan grabbed my wrist and demanded coldly, “When did you get better?” The man beside me put his arm around my waist and said with a smile, “Sorry, she’s always been quite sharp when it comes to cursing.” I rushed into the bar through the pouring rain, only to find the atmosphere inside at its peak. Nathan was kissing his childhood sweetheart Sophia amidst the cheers of the crowd. He held her chin gently, a smile playing on his lips. Sophia was crying, tears streaming down her face. She looked utterly pitiful. Nathan’s eyes darkened. “Still want to run away?” She shook her head between sobs. “No more running. I just beg you not to bully me anymore.” “Good girl. Drink this, and I won’t bully you,” he coaxed. I forgot to push open the door, frozen in place. A dull ache spread through my heart, as if countless needles were being buried inside. I had been with Nathan for three years. He was ashamed of my stammer and never brought me into his social circle. His childhood sweetheart Sophia had abandoned the down-on-his-luck Nathan years ago to pursue opportunities abroad. Now that she was back, Nathan immediately introduced her to all his friends. Sophia downed a glass of strong liquor, clearly already drunk. She clung helplessly to Nathan’s neck, looking utterly vulnerable. The possessiveness in Nathan’s eyes grew more intense by the second. Before things could get worse, I chose to push open the door and enter.

“Nathan, your m-medicine…” I stood dripping wet in the doorway, my voice trembling. On rainy days, the joints in Nathan’s fingers would ache terribly. It was an old injury from when he saved me years ago. I had run here to bring him his medication. Nathan’s eyes flashed with annoyance. “It’s still raining outside. Why did you come?” he asked coldly. “I was w-worried you’d be in p-pain—” Nathan gestured for a waiter to take the medicine, cutting me off. “It’s too rowdy here. Go home.” “Aww, Nathan really cares about his girl, huh?” one of his friends teased. Sophia was curled up in Nathan’s arms, gazing at me through hazy eyes. She was wrapped in Nathan’s jacket. Nathan was afraid she’d be cold, so he’d had the staff turn up the air conditioning. His friends were sweating but didn’t dare complain. Now that’s what you call caring. Suddenly Sophia tugged on Nathan’s sleeve, slurring, “Let her sing for us, okay?” “You want to hear her sing?” Nathan’s expression softened, pleased by Sophia’s conciliatory gesture. He knew full well that with my stammer, singing would only humiliate me. I took two steps back. “I-I’ll go now.” Sophia suddenly burst into giggles, mimicking me: “I-I’ll g-go now.” Nathan’s eyes lit up, a faint smile touching his lips. He grabbed Sophia’s wrist. “Let her go. Why are you leaving?” My face burned with humiliation. I turned and pushed open the door. As I left, I heard one of Nathan’s friends ask: “How do you argue with your stammering girlfriend anyway?” Sophia mumbled drunkenly: “It takes her three minutes to say one sentence. So stupid.” “…Last time she couldn’t get the words out, she almost cried from frustration.” Nathan let out a derisive laugh, his eyes overflowing with affection for Sophia. “You ungrateful little thing. You forget all the good I’ve done for you, and just get jealous of others.” “Nathan, when are you going to break up with the stammerer? Looks like you’ll be taking Sophia to a hotel tonight, huh?” another friend chimed in. Nathan leaned back on the sofa and said coldly, “She’s just a stammerer. I’ll dump her when I’m bored.” Then he looked at Sophia, a hint of something dark flashing in his eyes. “As long as it makes Sophia come back to me, it’s all worth it.” But he didn’t know that my stammer had already improved greatly. I had come tonight wanting to share the good news with him. Now it seemed there was no point.

I walked out of the bar in a daze. The sky was gray and it was still raining. A black Bentley was parked out front. I made my way to the car through the rain, wiping raindrops from my lashes. The window rolled down, revealing a sharp, handsome profile. The man inside wore a black suit that couldn’t hide his noble air. “Mr. Fu, I’m sorry to disappoint you,” I said softly. The cold man sitting in the car was Nathan’s older brother and the head of the Fu family business. Ethan. A few months ago, he had sought me out with a straightforward proposition. “Nathan is my brother, so I hope things go well between you two.” Presumably for the sake of his precious brother’s happiness, Ethan had brought in specialists from abroad and spent a great deal of money. That’s how my stammer had gradually improved. But now, Nathan no longer loved me. Ethan’s gaze shifted from his tablet to me. He uttered two words: “Get in.” I opened the car door, careful not to get water on the leather seats as I climbed in and huddled in the corner. Ethan had a unique aura about him. Dignified and reserved. Inspiring both respect and fear. He hung up a business call and turned to me. “So, want to consider liking someone else?” “What?” I met his cold, emotionless gaze, my heart tightening. Ethan spoke as if discussing a business deal. “You could marry me.” “Everything Nathan has, I have too. Even more.” “In terms of benefits, I’m the better choice.” Silence fell in the car after he finished speaking. Raindrops drummed on the roof. Like a frenzied symphony. I hadn’t processed his words yet. “Why…?” It seemed like he was… trying to steal his own brother’s girlfriend… Ethan’s lips curled slightly, his eyes still cold and clear. “You know Grandfather is pressuring me to get married. If you’re willing to help, all the better.” “As a reward, I’ll give you everything you want.” “Of course, you can refuse me. I’ll give you time to consider.” In that moment, I glimpsed a true businessman. Ethan was more mature and steady than Nathan. He knew how to control the big picture. And how to maximize benefits. The Fu family had saved my life. With such an enormous debt of gratitude, I didn’t seem to have grounds to refuse. Finally, I said carefully, “I’ll think about it. But if you find someone you like in the future, we should still get divorced.” Ethan’s gaze returned to his tablet. He said softly, “We’ll see when the time comes.”

That night, Ethan dropped me off at my rented apartment. I watched the black car disappear silently into the twilight, then opened my phone. Nathan had posted on social media a few minutes ago. The background was a hotel room. Sophia was curled up asleep beside him, her lips slightly swollen and her long hair disheveled. The caption read: “So obedient.” I looked up at the sky, taking several deep breaths to suppress the urge to break down. I sent Nathan a message saying “We need to talk.” He didn’t reply. It was as if he had died. I knew Nathan would never come back to me. For a whole month, Nathan completely disappeared. Finally, I gathered my courage and sent Nathan a breakup message. I blocked him on all platforms and married Ethan. Ethan was very busy with work and left on a business trip the day we got our marriage certificate. After leaving the civil affairs office, Ethan had his driver take me to his villa in the city center. He also had my things moved over from my rented apartment. On the third day after getting married, Ethan was still out of town. As night fell, the villa felt empty and quiet. I turned on a small lamp and walked into the master bedroom. The bedroom was done in gray and white, with a minimalist style and spacious layout. The walk-in closet next door was filled with Ethan’s expensive clothes and watches. And… a few of my clothes. At 10 PM, I heard the front door open. Thinking Ethan was back, I opened the bedroom door. A familiar voice drifted through the crack. It was Nathan. “My brother’s out of town. We’ll stay here tonight.” I heard Sophia’s breathless voice. “Nathan… I can’t breathe.” Nathan’s low chuckle. “You’ll have plenty to endure later.” In the silent, empty night, I curled up on the bed, listening to the sounds from next door, feeling like I couldn’t breathe. When Ethan pushed open the bedroom door, my eyes were swollen from crying. Teary-eyed, I asked, “Mr. Fu, why are you back early?” He had his jacket draped over his arm, as if he’d come straight from the front door. He hadn’t even taken time to put away his clothes. Travel-worn. His body carried the chill of the night air. “Why are you crying?” he asked. That cool tone somehow gave me an immense sense of security. He took off his watch and cupped my chin, leaning down. “This is your house. Why didn’t you ask them to leave?” The hot, rough touch of his fingers scorched my skin. My ears instantly turned red. “He’s your brother…” Ethan had been willing to cure my stammer for Nathan’s sake. What right did I have to throw out his own brother? Just then another strange sound came from next door. Sophia’s voice was soft and coquettish. I tried to get out of bed to find some earplugs, but in my haste I tripped over a stool. My knees hit the floor with a thud. “Ah…” I cried out in pain. Next door suddenly went quiet. Ethan sighed and bent down to pick me up. “What’s the rush?” He was carrying me out of the bedroom when suddenly there was a knock at the door. Nathan called tentatively, “Brother… did you… bring someone home?” The next second the doorknob started to turn. I froze, not daring to move. In the urgent moment, Ethan calmly supported me, pressing my back against the door. Frightened, I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck. Clinging to him like a koala. Hot and cold, our body heat intermingled. I looked down. His clear eyes reflected hints of lazy amusement. I had messed up his tie, exposing a small patch of his exquisite, tempting collarbone below his Adam’s apple. Ascetic yet alluring. It was really… unfair. “Mr. Fu…” My voice was trembling. I suddenly realized what a suggestive position we were in. Ethan suppressed the meaningful look in his eyes. “Can you moan?” I shook my head. Outside, Nathan was getting impatient. “Brother, open the door. Did you bring a woman home?” Ethan smiled at me, but his words held no warmth. “Do I need to report my love life to you?” He was clearly used to being dictatorial. Nathan choked. “I thought I heard—” “You heard wrong.” Ethan stroked down my waist, moving lower. As my breathing grew more rapid, he asked softly: “If you can’t moan, then sing.” “Don’t worry, your voice sounds good.” This was the first time anyone had complimented me. My face flushed red as I held back, not sure what came over me as I blurted out: “Little bunny, be good…” I stopped after half a line. Ethan was looking at me strangely. “That line is hard to resist,” he said, his voice tinged with teasing laughter. Like a feather, tickling my heart. I lowered my head, not daring to look at him. My face felt hot and red. Suddenly it went quiet outside. Nathan’s voice shook. “Brother, who exactly is your girlfriend?” Ethan locked the door with a click. In an unyielding tone, he said: “Tonight is my wedding night with your sister-in-law.” “She doesn’t like noise.” “So take your woman and get out.”

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When I married Gabriel, I was 20, and he was 3 My mother said he was kind-hearted, successful, and could take care of me. For four years after our marriage, Gabriel treated me extremely well. Until I found my aunt’s photo in his wallet. 1 Gabriel spoiled me. He would give me anything I wanted, and being older, he seemed to have endless patience. I whined on the phone, “If you’re not coming home tonight, I might go out and find other men.” “I have to work late tonight, be good and stay home,” Gabriel paused, “Remember that bag you mentioned last time? I’ve already ordered it, it’ll be delivered tonight.” I giggled, “Why do you always try to appease me with bags?” “Don’t you like them?” His deep, magnetic voice made my heart flutter. I quickly said I loved it and kept him talking, the atmosphere turning flirtatious. After four years of marriage, I had truly experienced the benefits of being with an older man. He was so gentle, I couldn’t find a single flaw. Even when I deliberately acted up or caused trouble, he would always soothe me gently. He had a lot of money and a lot of love, and he gave both to me without hesitation. My heart was filled with warmth. Until my best friend told me she saw a woman walking arm in arm with Gabriel across the street. 2 That night, I had a huge fight with Gabriel. I didn’t even get a chance to appreciate the new bag before I threw it at his face. “What’s the meaning of this? Is your overtime work actually dating other women?” I was shaking with anger, my eyes red. Gabriel’s expression was cold, but when he looked at me, his eyes were only filled with gentleness and helplessness. He tried to approach me, but I pushed him away. “That was your aunt, darling. She just came back from abroad and happens to be cooperating with our company. We were having a business dinner.” “My aunt?” I was confused. My aunt was back? My aunt was a free spirit, 33 years old, single, traveling abroad. We hardly ever saw her throughout the year. She’s back? Why didn’t she tell me? Seeing my reaction, Gabriel pulled me into his arms, “Are you still angry?” I snorted and took out my phone to call my aunt. The call connected quickly. The woman’s soft voice came through the phone, and I felt Gabriel’s body stiffen for a moment. I glared at him and asked, “Aunt, you’re back?” “Yes, sweetie. I just called your mom. What’s up?” “Aunt, did you have dinner with my husband’s company tonight?” “Yes, I did. It was business, couldn’t be postponed. I drank quite a bit and almost tripped crossing the street. How embarrassing! Luckily your husband was there.” My doubts were completely dispelled. I arranged a welcome dinner with my aunt and hung up. Gabriel held me tightly, “Are you still angry?” “Hmph!” I pushed him away and picked up the new bag from the floor, feeling heartbroken about its condition. Gabriel was still patient, comforting me for a while longer. Finally, he carried me upstairs. 3 When I woke up early the next morning, Gabriel was already gone. He was busy with work and left early. And I found a photo in the wallet he had left behind. In the photo, a young woman looked radiant, smiling brightly with curved eyes. Her left hand was holding Gabriel’s arm, and her right hand was making an old-fashioned peace sign. Her appearance was somewhat similar to mine. No! It was very similar. With trembling hands, I stuffed the photo back. Gabriel was eleven years older than me, he must have had lovers in the past. I could let that go. But the woman in the photo was Olivia, my aunt… My husband and my aunt. What kind of relationship did they have? And what did they take me for in these four years of marriage? Like a thunderbolt, scenes from the past involving Olivia flashed through my mind. When we got married, he asked several times why Olivia didn’t attend the wedding; during New Year’s family gatherings, when my mother called Olivia, he would always lean in to say “Happy New Year”; even the clothes he bought for me were always in the cream color that my aunt loved to wear… There were too many similar incidents, scene after scene flashing through my mind, leaving me confused and shocked. The photo was old, the color fading at the edges, evidence of how many times the owner’s fingers must have caressed it longingly. Trying to avoid the reality, I stuffed the wallet into the bedside drawer. A moment later, I masochistically entered Gabriel’s study. He had warned me several times not to enter his study, and I wasn’t interested in what was inside, assuming it was just some important documents of a workaholic. I pushed aside the documents on the desk and looked at the photo album hidden beneath them. The album was filled with photos of a young couple on every page. I slowly flipped through, looking at the dates behind each photo, until I reached the last one. [October 26, 2016]. This photo was a long-distance shot taken at the airport on the day Olivia left the country six years ago. Her black hair was flowing, and her expression was melancholic. I was also in the photo. I was just a sophomore then, very reluctant to part with my aunt who had always doted on me. I was hugging Olivia and crying. I hadn’t noticed someone taking a picture from afar. On the back of the photo, there was a message written in neat handwriting. [Olivia, our ten years end here.] A month later, I met Gabriel for the first time in the cold winter. Two years later, after my college graduation, I unhesitatingly married him. 4 Everything between Gabriel and me. It was all a lie. 5 Gabriel came home very late. His posture was straight, his tailored suit and neatly combed-back hair making his handsome features look somewhat distant and cold. Those indifferent eyes seemed to melt when they saw me on the sofa. He smiled as he walked towards me, “It’s one in the morning, why aren’t you asleep?” In the past, I would have snuggled into his arms, craving his warmth. Now, I just felt disgusted. I avoided his outstretched hand and threw the photo I had been clutching onto the coffee table. These were the photos he had treasured and hidden in his study. Of course, he recognized them at a glance. Gabriel’s expression froze, but he managed to maintain a smile. “You went into my study?” he asked gently. “Yes.” Gabriel lowered his eyes and silently picked up the photos from the coffee table. “Don’t do it again.” His tone was calm, the worst attitude he had ever shown me since our marriage. I sneered, “There won’t be a next time, Gabriel. After all these years together, what exactly did you take me for?” I stood up, looking up at him. Time hadn’t left any traces on his face; he was still handsome and youthful. I stared into those seemingly affectionate eyes and saw him frown tiredly. “Alright, stop making a fuss. Let’s go to bed,” he sighed, as if yielding. “You think I’m making a fuss?” I asked. Gabriel avoided the question: “Sophia, haven’t I been good to you?” Without waiting for my answer, he continued, “I believe I’ve treated you well. At least in this marriage, I’ve never wronged you. So, can’t you understand that there are some things I can’t give you?” “Some things? You mean love?” I asked. He remained silent, implicitly agreeing. I wanted to laugh, but tears welled up instead, “So I’m just a replacement. You’ve been so good to me, but you’ve never loved me.” “You’re an adult. Love is too luxurious…” “Am I not worthy?” I interrupted him. I wanted to ask if I, Sophia, wasn’t worthy of sincere and passionate love. Should I be grateful for being a replacement? Uncontrollable sadness made me cry incessantly. Gabriel brought a warm, damp towel to wipe my tears, his movements gentle. But I felt even more miserable. See how gentle he was. So gentle that he remained calm even as he watched me break down. In this marriage, I was the only one who had invested my whole heart.

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In the fifth year of my marriage to Daniel Thompson, he had an affair with his personal assistant because I couldn’t get pregnant. He brought her home, took over the master bedroom, usurped my position as the lady of the house, and occupied the place by his side. I never made a fuss, just packed my bags and prepared to leave. But he sneered and said, “Don’t forget, your parents’ lives are in my hands.” His friends bet in front of me, guessing when I would kneel and beg Daniel to take me back. At the auction, he helped his little assistant humiliate me. What he didn’t know was that my parents were already dead, and he was the one incapable of having children. As I watched my long-lost love return, I secretly vowed. This time, I would not only leave, but also ruin his reputation completely. … Once again, as I watched Olivia Baker cling to Daniel Thompson in front of me, I no longer felt much of anything. But he still refused to let me go, speaking in a commanding tone. “Olivia is due to give birth in a few days. Quit your job and stay home to take care of her food and daily needs.” Hearing this, I suddenly realized that these five years of marriage seemed meaningless. “Daniel, let’s get divorced.” … After a brief silence, mocking laughter erupted from the karaoke room. “Did I hear that right? Rachel wants to divorce Daniel? Wasn’t she the one who desperately clung to him in the first place?” “Don’t fight me on this, I bet she’ll be back on her knees begging Daniel to take her back within a day!” “Sis, what’s gotten into you? Are you jealous of Olivia?” “What, are you feeling sorry for her?” Daniel coldly retorted, his gaze towards me growing icy. “Are you sure about this?” “Yes, I’ll send you the divorce papers.” With that, I turned to leave, but Daniel suddenly called out to stop me. “Rachel Wilson, don’t forget, your half-dead parents still need the Thompson family’s support.” He dared to bring up my parents. Seeing I remained silent, he stood up and looked down at me imperiously, his tone threatening. “You’d better think it through. Do you know how much your parents’ annual medical expenses are? Can you afford it?” Olivia chimed in from the side. “That’s right, sis. Uncle and auntie are still waiting for life-saving treatment.” I glared at their hypocritical faces, wanting nothing more than to slap them both. Meeting my reddened eyes, Daniel spoke coldly: “Name your price. How much to take care of Olivia?” How much was five years of a marriage where I was treated like dirt worth? I didn’t bother to calculate. I only knew that the last time I refused him, I ended up being forced to drink with executives at a karaoke bar until I had a gastric hemorrhage. I took Olivia’s hand and pretended to say to her: “I’ll take good care of you and the baby.” Hearing this, Daniel surprisingly gave me an out: “Don’t worry, as long as you take good care of them, your parents will be safe and sound too.” Just as he finished speaking, Olivia, whose hand I was holding, suddenly collapsed to the ground with a miserable cry. I stood there stunned, not knowing what to do. Daniel slapped me hard across the face. He carried her back to the bedroom and ordered the housekeeper to call the family doctor. Seeing this situation, not only did the people around find it amusing. I found it funny too. Following them into the bedroom, seeing Olivia’s emotions had calmed, I turned to leave. But Daniel coldly grabbed my hand. “Apologize!” “What…” Before I could finish, he kicked the back of my leg. With a thud, I fell to my knees in front of Olivia before I could react. My knees were bleeding, but I heard him yell angrily: “You made Olivia fall, shouldn’t you apologize to her?!”

I looked coldly at Daniel. In our five years of marriage, I had apologized countless times. Apologized for mistakes in documents. Apologized for disturbing his work. Apologized even for seeing him go to hotels with Olivia… Swallowing my grievances, I knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Olivia three times, saying “I’m sorry” with each bow. I looked indifferently at Daniel and spoke flatly: “Is that enough?” Staring at the blood on my forehead, he paused before speaking with disgust: “Who are you putting on this act for? If you want to leave, then leave. You’re bad luck. Don’t end up harming Olivia and her child.” Seeing he didn’t seem to want to trouble me further, I breathed a sigh of relief and quietly left the Thompson mansion. I took a taxi to the hospital and received my parents’ death certificates from the doctor. They had died last week, but Daniel was still using them to threaten me. At the time, the hospital called asking me to pay the bills. My salary hadn’t come in yet, so I called Daniel crying, but all my calls went unanswered. I tracked his location and rushed to the hotel, but the lobby manager wouldn’t let me in. I didn’t care and kicked open the door, immediately seeing Olivia half-naked on the bed. He hurriedly covered her, speaking fiercely: “Who allowed you to come in?! Get out!” I knelt down outside the door and begged: “Can you lend me $50,000? I…” Before I could finish, he cut me off: “Are you deaf? I told you to get out! Forget $50,000, I won’t even give you $5. Assistant! Throw her out!” I knelt on the ground begging desperately, crying my heart out, gasping for breath, with no shred of dignity left. I saw Olivia provocatively showing off the ring on her ring finger. The unique diamond ring was priceless – she couldn’t afford it. I knew Daniel must have given it to her. But I had no energy to argue with him. I crawled over and grabbed Olivia’s feet, pleading: “Olivia, I won’t fight you for anything. Please lend me $50,000, I’m begging you.” But her response was a cold snort, followed by Daniel’s slap that sent me crashing to the floor beside the bed. “I told you to get out!” I was thrown out of the hotel and brought home by his assistant, forced to kneel on the cold tiles in the living room. I was ordered to apologize non-stop. If I slacked off even a little, a bucket of cold water would be poured over me. It was at this time that my parents died in the hospital when their oxygen machines stopped working. Looking at my parents’ death certificates, tears unconsciously fell from my eyes. I cried heartbrokenly, attracting attention from many people. The doctor told me to restrain my grief and took me to identify my parents’ bodies in the morgue. I had my parents’ bodies cremated and carefully placed the ashes in urns. My once loving parents had become two wooden boxes. Unable to accept it, I fainted at the crematorium from overwhelming grief.

When I opened my eyes after fainting from shock, I saw Daniel dealing with work matters. Our eyes met for a long while. He picked up a glass of water and moved to feed me. But I shook my head and took the glass, drinking it all in one go. Seeing this, Daniel’s outstretched hand paused. His chest visibly heaved as he spoke with some displeasure: “How are you feeling? Better? I only just found out that uncle and auntie had passed away…” Before he could finish, I cut him off: “Please give me back my phone.” Perhaps my tone was too cold. Daniel was stunned for several seconds before handing me the phone from the table. Glancing at the divorce agreement I had drafted on the phone, he frowned and asked unhappily: “Rachel, who’s getting divorced?” I hadn’t seen him ask so many questions before. Feeling irritated, I spoke directly: “Us.” Hearing my reply, he spoke with displeasure: “How long are you going to keep this up? Your parents’ deaths were an accident. Don’t you trust me?” I waved my hand, not wanting to get into this trouble. My tone was calm: “I was just joking.” He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, changing his tone to comfort me: “I know you’re heartbroken about mom and dad passing, but you can’t joke about things like this.” I didn’t answer. The next moment, his assistant walked in to tell him: “Mr. Thompson, Miss Baker is awake and asking to see you.” Seeing him torn, I lay down and closed my eyes: “Go see her. I’m a bit tired and want to sleep.” Before leaving, he leaned close to my ear and instructed: “Cooperate well with the doctors’ treatment. I’ll come see you after I check on her.” I kept my eyes tightly shut without responding. Only when the room was completely quiet did my tense body finally relax. But the next second, a call from an unfamiliar number came through on my phone. I answered reluctantly, my tone cold: “What is it?” But the other person didn’t care about my strange tone, excitedly saying: “Rachel! Chris is back!” One sentence made my brain short-circuit. I asked in disbelief: “What did you say?!” “Chris Carter has completed his mission! He’s returned to base!” I almost instinctively jumped out of bed, yanking out the annoying IV in my hand, and rushed out of the hospital to take a taxi to the military base in the suburbs. And in my heart, I silently started the divorce countdown. In three days, I would completely leave Daniel Thompson. Reuniting with Chris Carter was an extremely difficult thing. He had been traumatized and forgotten me completely. He wouldn’t allow anyone to approach him, just mumbling words others couldn’t understand: “Silly girl, silly girl… I want to see my silly girl!” But I knew he was calling my nickname. The doctor told me that to fully recover, we would need to go to America to find the top medical team, with only a 50% chance of success. As my phone screen lit up, I turned my gaze to the divorce agreement on my phone. My thoughts drifted to Daniel Thompson. I silently modified the terms from “adultery during marriage, assets split 50/50” to “I don’t want a penny.” I wanted to sever all ties with him. At this moment, Daniel also called me, anxiously asking: “Rachel, where are you? Why aren’t you resting properly in the hospital?” I was immersed in the joy of reunion, but had to perfunctorily respond to him: “What is it? I’m very busy right now.” “I’ve neglected you these past few days. I want to take you to the new product auction to make it up to you.” Seeing I didn’t respond, he persisted: “How about tomorrow? The Zhike Ziye new product auction. I’ll take you to see if there’s anything you like.” These words touched me a little. But his next words slapped me in the face again: “But Olivia is insisting on going to the Bund with me. Tomorrow I’ll take you after I get back.” I smiled mockingly, simply replying with a “Mm” and agreeing to his trap. If I still liked him because of my parents before, I would definitely have a big fight with him. Then sulk alone, but now I wanted to leave and didn’t care about anything he did. After all, divorce is no small matter. I had to prepare a big gift for him. Seeing I agreed, he didn’t think much more of it, tossing aside my unusual behavior. He thought I would be like before, comforting myself and then eagerly going back to him. But I had already awakened and wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Daniel Thompson, you and your illusory love. I don’t want any of it anymore.

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After Sean and I were reborn, we both pretended not to know each other. He followed the most popular girl in class to attend university out of state, while I stayed in our hometown. Using the experience from his previous life, Sean quickly became a rising star in his industry and married the beauty. His life seemed perfect. I, on the other hand, stayed close to my parents and built a quiet life in our hometown. We met again at our 10-year high school reunion. With his arm around Rose, the former prom queen, and a cigar between his fingers, Sean looked at my simple attire and sneered, “Is this all you’ve accomplished in the past decade?” I remained unfazed. That is, until the fashionably late business tycoon arrived and wrapped his arm around my waist. “I apologize for our tardiness. My wife is pregnant, so I hope everyone can refrain from smoking indoors.” Sean, usually so composed and confident, visibly panicked. He finally realized that after all these years apart, I wasn’t just holding a grudge against him.

My reunion with Sean took place at our 10-year high school reunion. As I pushed open the door to the private room, I overheard someone teasing: “Sean, you dog! You even managed to snag the prom queen!” “No kidding! Look at how well Sean’s doing in the big city. How can we small-town folks compare to Mr. Big Shot here?” “But I heard you and Amber used to be an item back in the day. You two were always studying together, and everyone thought you were a couple.” At that moment, I heard a familiar voice casually reply, “We were just study buddies. It wasn’t anything serious.” I smiled wryly. After being reborn for ten years, I naturally didn’t have any emotional response. So I calmly pushed the door open. Even after a decade, I recognized Sean immediately. He was sitting on the couch, puffing on a cigar, with Rose leaning against him. Our classmates were all gathered around them. The couple was the center of attention, like stars surrounded by adoring fans. The moment I appeared, all eyes turned to me. Our class president enthusiastically called out, “Speak of the devil! Amber, look who’s here!” Sean and I locked eyes. He held Rose close, his gaze condescending as he looked me up and down, a hint of disdain in his eyes. I was dressed simply today. Thinking about my pregnancy, I hadn’t bothered with makeup. I looked a bit worn out compared to Rose. She was wearing a Chanel outfit, carrying a Hermès bag, her perfect makeup making her look like she’d been pampered all her life. I greeted everyone casually, “Long time no see.” Sean nodded slightly, his demeanor cold. Rose only offered a faint smile. I didn’t bother trying to warm up to them and instead turned to chat with some of the classmates I was closer to. “We’re just waiting for Luke now,” the class president suddenly said. “He just messaged that his flight was delayed. Told us not to wait for him.” All the classmates gathered around the dining table. They were all eager to toast Sean, praising him to the skies. After a few rounds of drinks, I excused myself to use the restroom. As I came out, I ran into Sean, his face flushed from alcohol. He sneered, “Amber, is this all you’ve amounted to in the ten years since you left me?” I remained unmoved. Instead, I suddenly remembered what had happened before our rebirth.

Before our rebirth, Sean and I had a fierce argument on the highway. After graduating from college, I had followed Sean to the big city and worked alongside him for ten whole years. Now that we had achieved some success, I wanted to return to our hometown. I was an only child, and my father had passed away last year due to a cerebral hemorrhage that wasn’t treated in time. Only my mother was left at home, and I was worried about her. Sean had promised me years ago that once we had earned enough money, we would go back. But now he kept putting it off, saying our hometown had no future and wasn’t worth returning to. He made it clear that he would never go back. At most, he said we could bring my mother to live with us in the city. But my mother had visited before and didn’t like it here. She had no friends or family around. To be honest, even after all these years, I still didn’t feel at home in this city. I finally lost my temper and told him, “If you won’t go back, I’ll go by myself!” “Why are you forcing me like this?!” Sean demanded. “What’s wrong with staying in this city? Do you want to be a small-town nobody forever? When our child is born, do you want them to start life at a disadvantage?!” I was five months pregnant at the time. It was partly because of the pregnancy that I wanted to go back even more. I knew how difficult it would be to leave a city once the child was born. Besides, our hometown wasn’t that bad. Although it wasn’t a top-tier international city, it was still considered a second-tier city. It wasn’t as hopeless as Sean made it out to be. “So according to you, everyone who stays in a small city is useless?” I asked. “Only useless people are content to vegetate in small cities, living mediocre lives without ambition,” Sean said with contempt. “I despise such people!” “In your eyes, am I that kind of person?” I asked with a cold smile. “I don’t want you to become that kind of person,” Sean said self-righteously. Then he added out of the blue, “If I had known, I wouldn’t have chosen to stay in our hometown for college with you. It wasted four whole years of my life. I should have gone to the big city with Rose early on to get a head start.” Rose had confessed to him before high school graduation, but he had rejected her. He and I had been study partners for three years and had developed feelings for each other. But ever since he accompanied me to enroll in our hometown university, he had repeated this regret countless times over the past fourteen years. At first, I thought he was just joking. Or perhaps he was indirectly telling me how much he liked me and how much he had sacrificed for me. Later, I realized he truly regretted it. So when we were reborn after the car accident, back to the day we were filling out college applications, he unhesitatingly followed Rose to an out-of-state university. I stayed in our hometown. We both knew the other had been reborn, but we tacitly agreed not to interfere with each other’s lives.

I had thought Sean and I would never cross paths again in this life. Looking at him now, it was clear he had been waiting for me on purpose. Seeing that I didn’t respond, he sneered again, “Now you finally understand that staying in our hometown couldn’t lead to any great achievements, right?” “Look at yourself, then look at our old classmates. Has anyone really made it big?” “But it’s too late for regrets now. I’m planning to marry Rose.” He took out a large diamond ring. The diamond was big, probably about five carats. The reason I could tell at a glance was that it looked slightly smaller than the one I had at home. He said, “If you hadn’t been so stubborn, this ring would have been yours.” In our previous life, when Sean and I got married, he wasn’t as wealthy as he is now, so the ring he bought was quite ordinary. His boasting now was completely undisguised. “Congratulations to you both, then,” I said indifferently. I walked past him. I could feel Sean’s gaze on my back, seemingly displeased. I didn’t know what he was unhappy about. He had chosen this path himself, and this was the life he had dreamed of in our previous life. Could it be that he would only be happy if he saw me regretting my choices? I sat back down in my chair, and suddenly my phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, I answered, “Have you landed?” “Yes, I’m on my way now,” came the reply. “If you’re tired, you don’t have to come. I can head back by myself later.” “How could I let my wife attend a reunion and go home alone? I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” I smiled and didn’t say anything more. As I put down my phone, someone approached me. “Amber.” It was Rose, who had come over with a glass of wine. “Long time no see. Let me toast to you. I should thank you,” Rose said with a smile. “I heard from Sean that if it weren’t for you being his study partner, he wouldn’t have been able to get into a good university.” “There’s no need to thank me. We just helped each other,” I replied. “Regardless, Sean’s current success is partly due to you. Let me drink to you on his behalf.” She was about to pour beer into my glass. “I don’t drink,” I refused. “Just a little bit.” She ignored my refusal and started pouring. I pushed her hand away slightly. “Ah!” Rose suddenly let out a scream. The beer had spilled on her clothes and bag. She quickly grabbed some napkins and started wiping frantically, saying, “My clothes and bag can’t get wet…” The other classmates knew her outfit was expensive and looked on nervously. After wiping for a while, Rose turned to me and said, “Amber, even if you’re jealous of me, you shouldn’t do this! Do you know how much these clothes and this bag cost? Can you afford to compensate me?!”

Before I could speak, Sean walked over and angrily rebuked me, “Amber, you’ve gone too far.” “It wasn’t intentional,” I explained. It really wasn’t on purpose. I hadn’t even pushed the beer bottle that hard, I had just tried to stop Rose from pouring. But for some reason, the beer had spilled from the bottle in her hand onto her. “I just told you that Rose and I are getting married, and you lost it?” Sean criticized me in front of everyone. The classmates around us couldn’t help but chime in— “No way? I thought Amber was pretty calm. She doesn’t seem like the type to be jealous.” “You can’t judge a book by its cover. Some people act like they don’t care, but they’re actually seething inside.” “I heard Amber and Sean used to be together, but they broke up when Sean went to college out of state. Now that Amber sees how successful Sean is, she must be regretting not leaving with him, right?” I was truly speechless. But I still patiently explained again, “I really didn’t do it on purpose. I said I don’t drink, but Rose insisted on pouring me a drink, which is why the accident happened.” “I sincerely appreciate you helping Sean study back then, and I hope you can let go of your lingering feelings,” Rose said with a seemingly sincere face. “I know you’ve never gotten over Sean.” I was stunned. I looked at Rose in confusion: “How did you come to the conclusion that I’m not over Sean? Did I say something to make you misunderstand? Or is there something wrong with my expression or the look in my eyes today?” “Amber, stop pretending,” Rose said confidently. “Sean is so successful now, you must feel regretful.” “I don’t feel regretful at all,” I said slowly and clearly. “We all chose our own paths, and I’m very satisfied with my life now.” Sean let out a cold laugh, clearly not believing me. I didn’t want to explain further. There was nothing to explain. We were no longer relevant to each other’s lives. Today’s meeting was just a coincidence. If I had known Sean would be here, I might have avoided coming. Not because I couldn’t let go of anything, but because there was no need to meet people from my past life again. People from the past life should stay in the past. “I’ll compensate you for the clothes and bag,” I said, not wanting to argue anymore. “Send me the price and your bank account number, and I’ll transfer the money to you.” “Compensate?” Sean spoke up directly. “Do you know how much Rose’s clothes and bag cost? The clothes are $15,000, the bag is $30,000, not including accessories. Let’s say $45,000 at the very least. How are you going to compensate that?” I took a deep breath. I told myself not to get angry at Sean’s condescending attitude. The doctor said pregnant women should maintain a good mood. “I’m not that petty. Just sincerely apologize to Rose, and we’ll let it go,” Sean said magnanimously. “An apology isn’t enough,” Rose quickly added. “You have to promise in front of all our classmates that you won’t have any inappropriate thoughts about Sean in the future.”

“Heh.” I laughed. I laughed out of anger. Looking at Rose’s arrogant expression, I picked up the half-empty beer bottle next to me. The doctor said pregnant women shouldn’t get angry, but they shouldn’t suppress their emotions either. So, without rushing, I poured the remaining half bottle of beer all over Rose’s clothes and bag. Rose was shocked. She looked at me in disbelief, taking a moment before she could speak, “Amber, have you gone crazy? What are you doing?!” At the same time, Sean pulled Rose behind him protectively and pushed me. Fortunately, our class president quickly shielded me and stood between us, afraid Sean might do something rash in his anger. He tried to calm the situation, “Sean, don’t get worked up.” “Amber, do you think I’m easy to bully?” Sean said menacingly. “How dare you treat Rose like this? Who do you think you are?!” “I don’t need you to give me face, and I’m not pretending to be anyone. I am who I am,” I said coldly. I added, “Since I agreed to pay for it, her clothes and bag are mine now. How I choose to ruin them is my business. What right do you have to interfere?” “Can you even afford it?” Sean asked harshly. “Give me the bank account number,” I said firmly. “Are you willing to bankrupt yourself just to prove a point? Amber, you should have gotten rid of this stubborn attitude long ago. We wouldn’t have ended up like this otherwise.” “Give me the bank account number!” I repeated, my voice a bit louder this time. “Don’t regret this,” Sean threatened. “Sean, stop wasting time with her,” Rose called out, almost bursting with anger. “If she doesn’t appreciate our kindness, just give her the account number. Let’s see if she can actually afford to pay this much!” Sean didn’t hesitate any longer and recited a string of numbers. I entered the bank account number and proceeded to transfer the money. But the system prompted me that the password was incorrect. I thought I remembered this password. I thought for a moment and entered another password. It still showed an error. I pressed my lips together. Was pregnancy brain really making me this forgetful? I suddenly couldn’t remember the correct password. Sean and Rose were waiting beside me, and our classmates were all watching this drama unfold. Seeing that I still hadn’t made the transfer, Rose laughed first: “Amber, weren’t you so proud just now? Where’s the money? I don’t see Sean’s account balance increasing by a cent.” Sean was holding his phone, and there was no notification of any incoming transfer. “I forgot the password,” I explained. I was afraid that if I entered the wrong password again, the account would be locked. “What a convenient excuse,” Rose said with extreme sarcasm. Sean laughed disdainfully. The surrounding classmates were whispering among themselves— “I thought Amber was really going to pay. I was feeling bad for her.” “Who would be that stupid? $45,000 is almost enough for a down payment on a house.” “Sean and Rose were willing to let it go, but Amber had to make things difficult for herself.” “Now she’s been slapped in the face, hasn’t she? How embarrassing!” Rose coldly asked me, “So, are you going to write an IOU? How long will it take you to pay it back? A year, two years, or a lifetime?” “Ten minutes,” I said directly. In ten minutes, Luke would definitely be here. “Stop pretending, Amber. You clearly can’t afford it,” Rose didn’t want to waste any more time with me. “Originally, a verbal apology would have been enough, but now, you’ll have to get on your knees and beg for my forgiveness.” Everyone was watching me, waiting for me to make a fool of myself. Fortunately, at that moment, the door suddenly opened, accompanied by a familiar voice: “I’m sorry I’m late.”

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After fourteen years of marriage, Liam betrayed me. I was pushed down the stairs by his mistress and died. Then, I was reborn eighteen years in the past. In a small alley, Liam was being trampled in dirty water by some thugs. Seeing me pass by, he begged for my help. Liam had an affair. When I found out, I was holding a pregnancy test with two lines. I had accompanied him step by step from the bottom to the top. In our toughest times, we only had ten dollars in our pockets. On the day he proposed, he swore to the heavens that if he ever betrayed me, he would find a cliff and jump off. On our wedding day, Liam cried like a child, saying how fortunate he was to have me as his companion. Fourteen years of marriage, two seven-year itches. In the photo, the child was smiling brightly. Liam was holding him, his eyes gentle. Everything was as I had imagined. Except the main character wasn’t me. When I was young, I traveled frequently for work, which damaged my health. For this child, I took countless medicines and injections. When the pain was unbearable, Liam would hold me, his eyes full of concern, telling me over and over: “We don’t need a child, I only need you.” But at that time, I always thought love could overcome all difficulties. I never imagined this day would come. Out of a woman’s intuition, I checked his suit. On the collar of the suit, there was a barely visible lipstick mark. I held the suit, stunned for a long time. Actually, there had been signs all along, but I never thought Liam would betray me, so I subconsciously ignored them. In a daze, I heard a voice behind me. “Nora, I have a dinner tonight. You should go to bed early.” Liam quickly kissed my forehead, took the suit from my hands, and hurriedly left. I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but the door had already closed. I only heard the sound of the car engine. It seemed that this had become the norm between us for some time now. Once, we had endless topics to talk about. Now, when we face each other, there’s only silence. The next day, I went to the company alone. The company was called Promise, named after me, Nora. The receptionist had changed, and they didn’t recognize me anymore. They asked for my appointment number in a businesslike manner. After some awkwardness, an old employee of the company saw me and took me upstairs. The office door wasn’t closed. The new secretary was helping Liam tie his tie. The young girl wasn’t very old and seemed clumsy while tying the knot. Liam didn’t mind, just lowered his head and looked at her with a smile. I was lost in thought, remembering when the company was just starting and urgently needed funding. We spent all our savings to buy Liam’s first suit. Back then, I was just as clumsy tying his tie, and Liam would look at me with the same gentle smile. I got annoyed and pulled the tie too tight, making him yelp. It all seemed so close, yet it had been over a decade. When did things change? I pushed the door open with a creak. Liam looked up and saw me, seeming a bit flustered: “Nora, why did you come to the company today?” “No reason, I just missed you,” I said softly, stepping forward to carefully tie his tie. He wanted to say more, but his team was calling him for a meeting. Before leaving, Liam specially turned up the air conditioning and prepared a blanket and snacks for me. He was so thoughtful, he loved me, but this didn’t prevent him from having an affair. The young girl was more impatient than I had imagined. Liam had barely left when she started probing me intentionally. I just leaned back on the sofa, looking at her carefully. When we first got together, I joked with Liam: If he ever had an affair in the future, he must bring the person to me so I could check them out. I never thought this joke would come true. He broke his vow, and now I wanted to see. The young girl’s features were somewhat similar to my younger self – the same big eyes, a bun hairstyle, with an air of innocence. I touched the fine lines around my eyes, feeling a bit sentimental. The young girl was young and impetuous, her tone becoming aggressive. She was young and didn’t know that in the circle of wealthy wives, there were many ways to torment people without making a sound. But I didn’t bother to do that. At this moment, I only felt utterly exhausted. I regretted coming here today. It all felt so pointless.

As I turned to leave, she grabbed my arm. I had no intention of tangling with her, but as we struggled, we had already reached the stairway. She flashed an extremely innocent smile. Before I could react, we both fell. As we fell together, I saw Liam grab the other person’s hand. I tumbled down the stairs heavily. I tried to protect my abdomen, but it was all in vain. Something was flowing out of my body, blood everywhere. Liam stumbled down the stairs after me, holding me in panic like a child, no longer showing any of his usual calm composure: “Nora, ambulance, Nora, please don’t sleep, ambulance” I gradually lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I was back to when I was 18 years old. In a small alley, on a rainy day, a young man was being pushed into a puddle of dirty water. I looked over belatedly and met Liam’s eyes. His eyes were full of hatred and unwillingness, like a wolf cub. This was my first meeting with Liam. Later, when we talked about this first encounter, Liam would always look at me with tender eyes: “You were clearly terrified, but you still trembled as you stood in front of me.” “I thought then, how could there be such a foolish person in this world!” I would get annoyed and try to hit him, and he would just look at me with a smile as I fussed. But at this moment, I stared steadily at the young man lying injured on the ground. “If you don’t want to die, get lost,” the thug with dyed hair said menacingly, a cigarette dangling from his mouth. I took the lollipop out of my mouth and asked calmly: “Can I watch? I’ve never seen someone being beaten up before.” The man seemed a bit surprised, looked at me, and laughed: “Interested?” I nodded, and he had his men throw Liam back into the mud puddle, tormenting him over and over. Liam lay on the ground like a lifeless object. I just watched expressionlessly. I had originally thought I might get some satisfaction from this. But there was nothing – no excitement, no sadness, no anger, like an ancient well that had been still for ten thousand years. I shrugged, “Boring,” and turned to leave. Behind me, Liam’s suppressed cries of pain continued. But all of this had nothing to do with me anymore. If the story had developed as before, Liam would have originally chosen me as his deskmate. And thus began our ill-fated relationship. But now… I looked up at Liam who was entering the classroom door. The young man was thin, wearing a slightly yellowed school uniform. Backlit by the sun, his expression was unclear. At this moment, he was leaning against the podium with his hands in his pockets, looking at me with a half-smile. I lowered my head and continued to focus on the problems on the paper. The questions weren’t difficult, but it still took some time to pick it up again after so long. A loud thud sounded beside me as Liam dropped his desk next to mine. He spoke in a mocking tone, arms crossed: “Hello, new deskmate.” I glanced at him indifferently, not wanting to engage. But he persisted, seeming determined to get to the bottom of that day’s incident. Annoyed by his questions, I finally replied: “There’s no reason. I just don’t like you.” “Why don’t you like me?” I slammed my pen on the desk and glared at him fiercely: “Phoenix eyes, passionate; thin lips, fickle; thick eyebrows, promiscuous.” “I’ve studied physiognomy. You’re naturally a heartless, unfaithful person. I can’t stand it, okay?” Liam was clearly stunned for a moment. When he tried to speak again, I had already put on my earphones. But my heart was in turmoil. I wasn’t as indifferent as I thought I was. After being together for over a decade, Liam’s betrayal had left a hole in my heart, filled with nothing but pitch-black hatred. But the 18-year-old Liam knew nothing of this. The young Liam had a vindictive personality. He resented me for laughing at him that day, so he started opposing me in everything. Young people have their own ways of tormenting others, yet leaving no evidence. He knew I was terrified of insects, so he would catch them and hide them in corners. When the insects crawled out during class, I would be on edge the whole time. At those times, Liam’s phoenix eyes would be full of mirth, taking pleasure in my panic and distress.

He still hung out with those thugs from outside school, his brow bone still bruised. I heard that he had beaten those guys who bullied him very badly, breaking several of their ribs and costing a lot in compensation. Liam’s parents had divorced when he was young. He was given to his mother, who had remarried and had a new child, so no one really cared about him. He was never one to follow rules, and not wanting to go home, he often wandered outside. Moreover, his stepfather liked to get violent when drunk, which was why Liam’s face was often bruised. Liam was very resistant to this part of his past. Even after being together for over a decade, I still knew very little about it. The young Liam was actually a very difficult person to get along with, solitary and obsessive. The teachers treated him like an invisible person, assuming he would just fend for himself. Back then, as class monitor, I was too responsible and always thought I could save everyone. I talked to Liam over and over, trying to open up his tightly locked heart. And after learning about his family situation, I tried to help him every day. I told him the world outside was vast, and this small county town shouldn’t trap us for life. I shared my dreams with him, gazed at the starry sky together, telling him that even in darkness, we should look up at the stars. Every day I was like a broken record in his ear, talking and talking until he got annoyed and coldly asked if I knew no shame. After hitting so many walls, I privately swore several times that I wouldn’t bother with him anymore, but I still kept trying. Finally one day he opened a book. Liam was very smart, and after finding something he liked in books, his grades started to improve rapidly. Later Liam said it was me who saved him from the mire. Starting over this time, I just wanted to watch how he would rot and stink in the mud. When the midterm exam results came out, Liam was still undisputedly in last place. Liam and I both used the college entrance exam as a springboard to reach places we had never imagined before. But now, how fate would develop, I no longer knew. Liam had disappeared after the midterm exam results came out. As class monitor, the teacher asked me to go to his home to inquire about the situation. I had originally planned to go after school, but I was delayed by a problem, so it was already getting dark when I went. His house wasn’t far from mine, on the edge of the village, with its own small courtyard. I really didn’t want to make this trip, just going through the motions. After a long time, I reached the door and was about to knock when I heard the sound of things crashing inside, and also… Listening carefully, I heard Liam’s whimpers. I quickly found a corner to hide myself and peeked through the cracks in the door. A middle-aged man, reeking of alcohol, red-faced, was beating Liam with a stick, not holding back. He was muttering something, getting angrier and angrier, hitting harder and harder. In the end, he even tried to strangle Liam. Liam struggled desperately. At 18, the young man already had some strength, and for a moment the man couldn’t subdue him. The man became enraged and shouted something. A middle-aged woman ran out from the inner room. Though older, you could tell she had been a beauty when young. Liam’s eyes were very much like hers. “Hold him down.” The man had completely lost his reason, his eyes full of bloodshot. The woman hesitated, her body trembling constantly, but she still went forward. The moment she approached, I noticed Liam stopped all struggle. He just lay quietly on the ground, looking up at the starry sky, a strange smile on his lips, as if he was going to some sweet rendezvous. A sudden pain gripped my heart. Liam had always told me that life was too bitter, and I always thought it was just young people’s affectation. I never imagined that for him, life really was this bitter. The moment his mother stepped forward, he had already lost all will to live. The gears of fate had started turning again when I came to the past. I still hated him, the hole in my heart now cold and empty. It had brought me here to see how I would choose?

The moment I pushed the door open, all movement stopped. The man looked at me with murderous intent, as if he wanted to silence me too. But standing here now was the 36-year-old Nora, who had been through all sorts of situations in life. “Stop now, and I’ll pretend I saw nothing,” I said coldly. The man still wanted to move, but I stared straight at him: “Liam is your son. If he dies, no one will investigate. But if I’m harmed, my father will level this village.” The bloodlust in the man’s eyes completely dissipated. He asked hoarsely what I wanted to do. “He’s under my care now,” I said, pointing at Liam lying lifelessly on the ground. The young man seemed to have become a skeleton, as if he had already died just now. I used a lot of strength to drag him out of the small courtyard. Throughout, Liam had no reaction at all. In the moonlight, I looked down at him for a long time, then cleanly and decisively slapped him: “There’s nothing easier in this world than dying. If you really don’t want to live, there’s a river right there.” I grabbed his collar and continued fiercely: “Liam, you owe me too much. This life is no longer your own.” Liam suddenly looked up at me. Our eyes met, and finally, there was emotion in his. Perhaps it would take a long time to fully understand, but at least for now, he wouldn’t take his own life. I turned and left decisively, feeling completely lost. By chance, I had saved the person I should have hated the most. The web of fate had woven us two together, getting tighter and tighter, more and more entangled. After that day, Liam seemed to suddenly change his ways, studying day and night. Almost every monthly exam, his ranking would jump up several dozen places. He became even more silent, hiding in corners, as if he didn’t exist. One day I was doing problems late and took a shortcut home, but unexpectedly encountered the group that had surrounded Liam that day. The leader was very interested in me and insisted on having me drink with him. We reached a stalemate. It was getting dark, and it started to rain. Summer clothes were thin and transparent, clinging to the body when wet, inevitably revealing curves. The group laughed lewdly. During the standoff, unexpectedly, Liam kicked the leader to the ground. He had several people behind him, and it quickly developed into a brawl between two groups. I stood in the corner watching Liam. He fought viciously, aiming for vital points with every strike, like an untamed beast. I called the police. When they arrived, Liam was already covered in injuries, but his expression remained defiant. He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, got on the police car nonchalantly, and even whistled at me before leaving. Liam was detained for several days before being released. I heard his stepfather had slapped him hard in public. When he returned, there was still a visible handprint on his cheek. Many classmates were whispering about it, but Liam just silently continued to do problems. From then on, every day when I went home, Liam would quietly follow behind me, leaving only after seeing me safely home. He didn’t say anything, and I pretended not to notice. After the college entrance exam, Liam followed me and got into the same university. I wanted to get rid of him, but unexpectedly, he never left. He was like a shadow behind me, stubbornly following, impossible to shake off or escape. ———-This is the breakpoint———- The whole university knew that Liam was Nora’s number one admirer.

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Eight years of marriage, and my wife had threatened divorce 99 times. I thought she was just throwing tantrums to test me. Until I discovered that for eight consecutive years, she had been transferring $520,000 annually to another man. Note: In Chinese, 520 sounds similar to “I love you,” making this amount symbolically significant. When she threatened divorce for the 100th time, I signed the divorce papers and withdrew my investment from her company. I shifted my business focus overseas and vanished from her world like I had evaporated into thin air. But she went crazy, searching for me all over the world. For eight years, I had quietly invested in my wife’s wedding planning company, providing her with financial support. With the contract expiring in two days, I sat with my fists clenched, contemplating whether to continue investing. My wife had already threatened divorce 99 times. I had always thought it was because I was too busy with work and didn’t spend enough time with her, which made her angry. But today I found the reason: for the past eight years, she had been transferring $520,000 annually to a man named Ethan. Ethan was a new employee at my company, and this information was discovered during his background check. My chest felt tight and congested. I gave my wife $600,000 every year for her to spend as she pleased. But I never imagined she would give $520,000 of it to another man. My assistant gave me a video recording. When the investigator asked Ethan about the person transferring the money, Ethan smiled shyly and bashfully: “A female friend.” The investigator immediately understood, his face full of envy, and eagerly asked: “Is she pursuing you? Will you accept her advances? Will you marry her?” Ethan avoided answering this question directly, instead smiling faintly and talking about something else: “For the past few years, I’ve been studying and living abroad. She comes to spend a month with me every July and December.” “She also prepares many surprises and small gifts for me, like a designer watch, a tie, or a bottle of cologne…” My heart felt like it was blocked by a huge stone, oppressed and suffocating. Every July and December, my wife would go on overseas trips, not allowing me to go with her or contact her, saying she needed to clear her mind. I thought it was because her work pressure was too high, so I silently endured the pain of missing her. Now it seems she was going abroad to be with another man. Looking at the watch Ethan wore in the video, wasn’t it the one I had lost? Over these eight years, every time my wife went on a trip, I would lose something. Sometimes it was a suit, sometimes a tie, sometimes cologne… I always thought I was just too preoccupied with missing my wife, leading me to be absent-minded and careless after she left. Because of this, I specially wrote her a handwritten letter every day expressing my longing, personally made the chocolate she loved, and even learned to cook, just to get through that long and unbearable month. But I never imagined it wasn’t that I was careless, but that she was giving my things away to someone else. Soon after, I received a text message from my wife: “Let’s get divorced. My wedding planning company is growing bigger, and I’m really busy every day. I don’t want to waste time on relationships anymore.” This was the 100th time she had mentioned divorce to me.

On the second day after our wedding, my wife cried to me about how difficult work was, so I voluntarily offered to give her $600,000 every year. But on the third day of our marriage, she printed out a divorce agreement: “Jack, if you’re insulting me with money, why don’t I just sign this divorce agreement now? You can sign it whenever you want!” With that, she quickly signed her name in two or three strokes. I felt suddenly panicked, constantly coaxing her, begging her, apologizing to her, even kneeling before her and slapping my own face. As I was breaking down, scratching my head and at a loss, she cried and hit me a few times, then broke into a smile through her tears: “Alright, I’ll forgive you then.” After that, I became even more cautious around her. When she wanted to start her own business, I secretly injected capital. But now, she felt her wings had grown strong, that she was a powerful career woman, and increasingly looked down on me, whom she considered a “nouveau riche.” Since the beginning of this year, she had frequently mentioned divorce. In just half a year, she had brought it up 99 times. Seeing the divorce text she sent, and thinking about the annual $520,000 transfers, the two months she disappeared each year, my mysteriously missing items, the divorce agreement signed eight years in advance… A chill ran down my spine. She had too many secrets. Just as I was about to turn off my phone, my wife called. The other end of the line was noisy, as if they were playing a dare game at an entertainment venue. This call was probably dialed by accident. “Sarah and Ethan, drink from intertwined arms!” “Your lips have to touch!” “Carry her like a princess, lock them in the dark room, don’t come out for at least an hour. Hope you two fulfill your years-long dream.” After a while, an unfamiliar female voice came from the other end: “Who’s 1874? Probably a telemarketer, oh well, hang up!” Then the call was disconnected. My heart ached. She had saved my contact as my phone number “1874”. Looking at the prominent four words on my phone screen: “Darling Wife”, I felt it was ironic. There was a lot of work, and I wanted to stay up late to finish it, but I really wasn’t in the mood, so I went home. After opening the door, I searched for a long time but couldn’t find my slippers, so I walked to the sofa in my leather shoes. At this moment, looking around, all of my things in the house were gone. As I was puzzled, my wife came out of the bedroom. She was startled when she saw me. Last week she had said to me: “I’m too tired of being with an unemployed loser like you. I need a husband who can support my career. But you? You’re out gallivanting all day, then come home to do laundry and cook. Can’t you find a decent job and work hard?” When I retorted, telling her I was the CEO of the Smith Group, she just mocked me: “Even dreams should have limits! You’re not making any progress, and your money will be squandered sooner or later. In a couple of years, you’ll be relying on me for food.” She had seen me drinking with clients in private rooms too many times, so she automatically imagined me as a wastrel. “The $600,000 a year was something you voluntarily gave me. You don’t need to give it anymore starting this year. But if you’re going to hold this over me for the rest of my life because of it, I’d rather return the money to you now.” She said she needed some space, so she kicked me out: “Go stay somewhere else for a week, let me have some peace and quiet!”

A week later, I returned home. But it seemed she hadn’t expected me to come back tonight. Just as I was about to get up to take a shower, a man came out of the bathroom wearing my bathrobe. I immediately recognized him. He was Ethan, the man my wife had been transferring money to for eight years. Seeing this, Sarah hurriedly pushed me away and explained to Ethan: “He’s the male housekeeper I hired. He’s used to being casual around my house, don’t mind him!” She then pulled me to the sofa and pushed me to sit down. The words I was about to say got stuck in my throat. She brought a man home and actually said I was the housekeeper. Just as I was about to speak, she sat down next to me and made a pleading gesture, whispering: “He’s my client. If I can keep him happy, I’ll land a big deal. It’s not easy for a woman to start a business, and you’ve never been able to help me with anything. I’m begging you this time.” “He just got his clothes dirty earlier, so he’s only borrowing our shower. Don’t overthink it.” “Everyone in the industry thinks I’m single. I can’t suddenly reveal that I have a husband.” Her three sentences were so seamless and watertight that they completely blocked whatever I was about to say. If I were to question further, it would make me look inconsiderate. I lowered my head to deal with some urgent company matters. Ethan walked over and sat down beside me, speaking to me with the air of a master: “These days, it’s rare to see a man living off a woman’s money, Mr. Housekeeper.” Saying this, he handed me a business card, his eyes filled with mockery: “I’m Ethan from the technology development department of Smith Group.” Sarah looked at him with adoration, as if he were a deity. Neither of them knew that I was the CEO of Smith Group at this point. Ethan because he was new and hadn’t had time to find out. Sarah because she had always focused only on her own affairs, disdaining to learn about me, only thinking of me as the nouveau riche who had won a $100 million lottery eight years ago. Seeing that I remained expressionless and didn’t want to take Ethan’s card, Sarah exploded in anger: “A housekeeper being offered a business card is a courtesy. How dare you act so arrogant?” “There’s nothing that needs cleaning in my house today, you can leave now!” Sarah said, pushing me towards the door, then handed me a bag of trash: “Take the garbage out when you go!” I clearly saw that there were two used condoms in the trash bag. I was furious and wanted to rush up and slap these two cheating dogs. Just then, Ethan picked up a pocket watch from the table: “This watch must be quite valuable, right?” This pocket watch was left to me by my mother, her only keepsake. I often cried while looking at it. I polished that pocket watch many times every day, and would be heartbroken if it got even slightly scratched. Sarah knew this.

But she only glanced at me awkwardly, lasting only half a second. Then she walked over to Ethan with a smile and replied: “Do you like it? Then I’ll give it to you. It’s of no use to me anyway.” As Ethan was about to put it in his bag, I couldn’t bear it any longer. I quickly walked up to him, snatched the watch, then raised my fist and punched him in the face. After that, I stormed out without looking back. I didn’t want to stay in this house for another minute. As I slammed the door shut, I heard Sarah comforting Ethan: “You must have noticed that this male housekeeper likes me, so he doesn’t want to see me giving you things.” “It’s all my fault for spoiling him too much. I’ll definitely fire him tomorrow!” Angrily returning to my office, I received a call from Sarah: “Jack, how can you be so petty? It’s just a watch. Did you have to make my client angry? Do you know he works for Smith Group?” “You broke nouveau riche, do you even know what Smith Group is? The people working there are all elites. Why did you have to offend him of all people? I had to spend two hours appeasing him so his company wouldn’t cancel their cooperation with me.” In the past, I would have definitely lowered my head and apologized, whether it was my fault or not. But now, I let out a cold laugh. I didn’t know when my company had decided to cooperate with Sarah’s company. No, there was. I suddenly remembered the contract that was about to expire in a day. I made a call to my assistant: “Stop the investment in Sarah’s company. I’ll personally handle the negotiations tomorrow!” “Starting now, consolidate and reduce the group’s domestic operations, and shift the focus overseas.” The core of Smith Group’s business was originally overseas, but because I wanted to be with Sarah, I forcibly shifted operations to the domestic market eight years ago. Now, I’ve decided to develop abroad and disappear from Sarah’s world forever. Sarah sent me another text message: “Let’s get divorced. I’m tired.” This time, I didn’t try to salvage anything, only replying with a single word: “Okay.” The next morning when I woke up, it was already 8 o’clock. As I got up, I heard a commotion outside. Opening the office door and looking down, I saw a woman in a wedding dress proposing to a man. I had already lost faith in relationships, so I just glanced briefly, intending to turn back to my office. But as I turned, I heard Sarah’s voice. The CEO’s office was on the 31st floor, Ethan was on the 29th floor, and the three floors were connected internally. Although it was a bit far, I could still hear clearly. Looking back, I saw Sarah in a white wedding dress, kneeling on one knee, holding out a ring to Ethan: “Will you marry me?”

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On Valentine’s Day night, I discovered my ex-boyfriend lying naked and dead on my bed. Horrified, I called the police. The police investigation revealed that my ex had died from acute myocardial infarction after taking erectile dysfunction medication. Soon after, his current girlfriend started slapping me while recording a video. “I trusted you as a friend and felt safe living next door, but I never imagined you’d seduce my boyfriend and play him to death in bed!” She posted the video online, and quickly I was labeled a homewrecker and a slut. Overnight, not only were my social media accounts locked, but I also lost almost all my followers and faced millions in compensation from advertisers. Everyone was calling for me to die, and I eventually succumbed to the pressure and took my own life. Meanwhile, my ex-boyfriend’s current girlfriend rode the wave of sympathy to become a multi-million follower internet celebrity. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day before Valentine’s Day.

“Pay your rent for this month,” Mr. Davis, my landlord, grumbled with a cigarette dangling from his mouth as he urged me to pay up. The familiar words made me shudder. I quickly pulled out my phone to check the date, only to realize I had been reborn on the day before I was framed. I heard a noise behind Mr. Davis and peeked around him. Sure enough, I saw my ex-boyfriend Jack Evans moving in across from me with his new girlfriend, Mia Foster. Mia and I were both influencers in the same agency. I was the top influencer in our team, while in comparison, Mia’s business skills were really mediocre. Her advertising revenue couldn’t even break four figures. Our boss had scolded her multiple times in meetings, telling her to increase her followers or get out. I could understand her anxiety as a newcomer, but I never imagined she would not only hold a grudge against me but also try to climb up by stepping on me. Mia put on a fake smile and greeted me, “Hey Lily, what a coincidence that you live here too.” “Jack and I are together now. You don’t mind, right?” She deliberately hooked her arm through Jack’s, trying to get under my skin. I quickly took out my phone to transfer money to Mr. Davis, determined to move out. “I’ve sent the money. I’m moving out today, I won’t be renting anymore.” It wasn’t because I was upset about her being with my ex-boyfriend, but because I needed to save my life. Mr. Davis’s expression changed after receiving the money. He grabbed my hand to stop me from leaving, confronting me aggressively. “Young lady, you didn’t give me any notice about moving out. Where am I supposed to find a new tenant now?” I didn’t want to argue, I just wanted to leave quickly. I responded coldly, “I’ll transfer you another month’s rent, okay? A month should be enough time for you to find the next tenant.” Mia, still arm-in-arm with Jack, spoke with a sarcastic tone, “Lily, is this the extent of your open-mindedness? Your reaction makes me feel like you’re still hung up on my boyfriend!” I looked up at her angrily, suddenly noticing a small camera pinned to her chest. She was livestreaming! While transferring money to Mr. Davis, I quickly opened the streaming platform and sure enough, saw her livestream. The few followers in her stream were saying some ridiculous things. [Looks like the rumors about you bullying our baby at work every day are true, big sis.] [She just happened to move in near you, and you’re moving out with an attitude? Really?] [Yeah, do you think your ex-boyfriend should remember you forever and not have a new girlfriend? If you were such a catch, why did he break up with you?] [Our sweet Mia is so nice, it’s understandable that he likes her. Are you just jealous?] I let out a cold laugh, remembering how differently they spoke in my past life when Jack died in my bed. Back then, they said things like, [Her ex-boyfriend and his new girlfriend moved in across from her, and she pretended to be fine with it at first, but she was actually planning how to seduce him. This bitch played too hard though, she actually played him to death!] [Who in this world could stand seeing their ex-boyfriend every day? The fact that she stubbornly refused to move out proves she had ulterior motives!] [Poor Mia, being bullied by her at work and having her boyfriend seduced behind her back.] I didn’t care what they said. Staying far away from these two was the real truth. Just as I turned to go into my apartment to pack, my boss suddenly called me. “Lily, what the hell are you doing? Don’t you dare move out!”

The huge shout made me pull the phone away from my ear. My boss was yelling at me on the other end. “Do you know that rumors are spreading online about you bullying Mia?” “Take advantage of this coincidence to improve your relationship. This is a potential viral moment for us. Being coworkers and gradually becoming best friends with your ex’s new girlfriend will definitely help Mia gain a lot of followers…” I cut off my boss before he could finish, “I’m definitely moving out today!” Mia’s eyes lit up, and she pouted, saying, “Lily, I really didn’t expect it to be such a coincidence, and I didn’t think you’d mind so much. Actually, I can choose not to rent if you’re uncomfortable…” She sounded more and more aggrieved as she spoke, as if she had done something wrong. Her voice even had a hint of tears. This made her followers anxious, and they started cursing at me more vigorously. [This bitch is so disgusting, she’s almost made our Mia cry.] [Capitalists will be capitalists. Didn’t you hear how she just spoke to her boss? So arrogant, not taking him seriously at all.] [I bet she slept with the boss to get so many resources. That’s probably why her boyfriend dumped her!] [I think the comment above is right. Our sweet Mia is just too upright and kind-hearted, that’s why the boss doesn’t value her.] I stared at Mia with a cold smile, unable to hide the murderous look in my eyes. “No need. I’m moving out.” You should know, in my past life, I was sleeping soundly at home when I suddenly woke up to find a naked, dead Jack on my bed. It scared me half to death. The police forensic results showed that Jack had a pre-existing heart condition and died from acute myocardial infarction after taking erectile dysfunction medication. The fact that he was naked on my bed left me completely unable to explain myself. This gave Mia an opportunity to exploit. She cried her heart out to her followers, accusing me of seducing her boyfriend on Valentine’s Day night and playing him to death in bed. Suddenly, the whole world’s spit was directed at me alone. The platform believed I had violated regulations and laws, so they locked my account, leaving me with no way to explain myself. Advertisers clamored for contract termination. My boss didn’t hesitate to kick me out of the team, eager to distance himself from me. He even pursued millions in compensation from me, while turning to promote Mia, who had become a hot topic due to public sympathy and pity… They literally drove me to death. In this life, I definitely wouldn’t feel safe with my address exposed. Even if Mia moved away, there was still a possibility she could harm me, so I had to move to a far, far away place, a place no one knew about. I turned and went into my apartment, slamming the door shut before immediately searching for new housing and moving companies. In less than three hours, I had everything packed up. The movers helped me load my luggage and furniture onto the truck. Seeing the mattress where Jack had died in my past life, I almost threw up. Covering my mouth, I asked the movers to throw it far, far away. This time, let’s see how you’ll set me up! I moved to a place 15 kilometers away from my previous apartment. I even had the driver take a couple of extra turns. I paid them double the price to help me keep it confidential, ensuring they wouldn’t leak my address to Mia. The next day was Valentine’s Day. I had accepted several sponsorships and needed to livestream from home all day. To avoid exposing my address, I even put up a whole backdrop curtain, not letting my followers see even a hint of what my home looked like. And so, I temporarily forgot about Mia and started focusing on my work. On Valentine’s Day, I streamed for over ten hours straight. When I finished, I felt like my soul had been sucked out of my body. All I wanted was to crawl into bed and sleep. Just then, my mom called me, her voice full of concern. “Lily, dear, Mom just dropped off some bird’s nest soup for you. Drink it quickly before you go to sleep.” “You’re always busy with your livestreams, your health is going to suffer. You need to take care of yourself.”

I had only told my mom my new address. Today, she must have seen me livestreaming in my room and didn’t want to disturb me, so she just left the supplements and left. My heart immediately warmed up. My mom, despite sometimes favoring my brother, still loved me quite a bit at other times. But I was so exhausted now that I could barely move. I lazily sent a voice message back to my mom. “Thanks, Mom, but I’m so tired today! Can I drink it tomorrow instead?” These past couple of days, I had been busy worrying about how to avoid disaster after being reborn, constantly on guard against Mia and internet trolls, while also busy livestreaming and managing my account. It had really drained all my energy. Mom replied instantly, anxiously nagging me. “No, drink it now! Listen to your mother, this is definitely good for your health. Mom bought it especially for you, not even your brother got any!” Lying in bed, I happily held my phone to my chest, feeling my mother’s endless love. This was something Mom bought especially for me, not even my brother got any. Thinking about this, I suddenly felt full of energy. I sat up with a jerk and walked heavily to the kitchen to drink the bird’s nest soup. After drinking it, I crawled into bed and fell asleep as soon as my head hit the pillow. In my dream, I vaguely smelled a foul odor. It was exactly the same as the smell I had woken up to on Jack’s body in my past life. I frowned, terrified as I woke up from my dream. Opening my eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling, I actually felt relieved. I patted my chest urgently to calm myself down. “It’s okay, it’s okay… I’ve already moved, there’s nothing to be afraid of…” Just as I was about to roll over and go back to sleep, I noticed that the pillow on the other side of my bed had a large dent in it. I screamed and turned on the lamp on my bedside table. I saw Jack, his face pale and his lips purple, completely naked, dead…!!! I almost fainted, but I managed to hold on to my consciousness and called the police. It was the same as in my previous life. Jack had died from acute myocardial infarction after taking erectile dysfunction medication. And only his DNA and mine were found on his hand. Just thinking about Jack’s dead hand touching me made me feel sick to my stomach. Not long after, Mia burst through the door, once again recording a video with her phone while rushing over to slap me. “Lily, you slut! Didn’t you move? Why are you still seducing my boyfriend?” “It’s bad enough that you seduced him, but how could you let him take erectile dysfunction pills when you knew he had a heart condition? You act all pure and kind on the surface, but you’re so wild behind closed doors! You couldn’t just enjoy yourself, you had to kill him?” One slap after another hit my face so hard I felt like it was about to fall off, but I couldn’t figure out where things had gone wrong. Suddenly, I snapped to attention, grabbed Mia’s wrist, and said through gritted teeth. “Mia Foster, don’t try to frame me! I installed security cameras in this new apartment yesterday. I’m going to check the footage now, and I’ll soon prove my innocence!” “Jack must have been killed by you. You deliberately brought him to my bed!” “My security cameras must have caught you in the act!” Mia’s pupils shook, but she was still stubborn. “Fine, I want to see what your cameras actually caught me doing!” I laughed bitterly and immediately opened the app connected to my security cameras. But there was nothing in the video! I clearly remembered buying security cameras yesterday and making sure they were working properly. Mia shoved her camera in my face and said angrily, “Lily, it’s bad enough that you slept with my boyfriend and played him to death, but now you’re trying to pin your evil deeds on me!” “I never said anything about how you bullied me at work, but this time you’ve really gone too far!” Mia covered her mouth and started sobbing. My emotions were already on the edge of collapse. Why did Jack die in my bed when I had clearly moved and not told anyone my address? Why did I install cameras but they caught nothing? Why did Jack die in my bed… Why, why, why?!

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The scholarship student I had been supporting claimed she was pregnant with my father’s child. She arrogantly declared, “From now on, I’m your stepmother. You’d better serve me well, or I’ll kick you out of the family.” I was shocked speechless. After all, my father had been dead for nearly twenty years. Seeing my stubborn refusal to accept this, the scholarship student became furious. She immediately called my “father” to come over. She clung to my “father’s” arm, saying I was bullying her. Then she knelt down in front of me with a pitiful expression, apologizing. “Even if you don’t like me, the three sons in my belly are innocent. They can’t be without a father.” I snorted coldly and nodded, accepting the marriage between the scholarship student and my “father”. But there was one thing I didn’t tell the scholarship student. The man she was clinging to was only my stepfather, not my biological father. I heard that some new handbags had arrived at the boutique. Since I had some free time and enjoyed shopping, I declined the sales assistant’s offer to bring the bags to me for selection. Instead, I decided to go to the boutique myself. When I arrived, the familiar sales assistant, Christine, had an indescribable expression on her face. After hesitating for a moment, she finally spoke up: “Miss… Miss Clarke, just now… just now… Your stepmother came by. She was looking at the bags and is now waiting for you in the VIP room.” My stepmother? I was stunned for a moment. “Since when did I have a stepmother?” Before Christine could continue, the door of the VIP room swung open, and several people walked out in a grand manner. I recognized all of them – they were my college classmates. However, we weren’t close friends. Except for Hannah Wilson, who came out last. She was the scholarship student I had been supporting. As for the others, I only knew their names. Hannah’s demeanor was completely different from her previous meek attitude. She looked at me arrogantly: “I am your stepmother now. We’ve divided up all the bags you had reserved. Consider it a welcome gift from you, the stepdaughter, to me, your stepmother.” I gently pinched the palm of my hand. The pain told me that this wasn’t some bizarre dream, but a real scene unfolding before me. “Hannah Wilson, have you gone mad? I’m Emily Clarke, the one who sponsored your scholarship. I’m not your stepdaughter or anything like that.” “Did… did studying law mess up your brain? We have a psychiatric hospital in the family. Do you want me to send you there for a check-up?” Hearing me say this, Hannah’s face turned red with anger. However, she didn’t come towards me. Instead, she hid behind the other classmates and shouted: “I’ve been with your father for over a year now. I’m carrying triplet sons in my belly, and I’ll be marrying your father soon. Tell me, if I’m not your stepmother, then what am I?” Looking at Hannah’s serious expression, I was even more shocked. Because my father had passed away shortly after I was born due to illness. And my mother had also been gone for several years. Who on earth was Hannah? How could she be pregnant with the child of my father who had been dead for twenty years? This wasn’t even a secret. Didn’t Hannah know about it? I was too shocked to speak, but Hannah seemed very pleased with herself: “What’s wrong? Cat got your tongue? Weren’t you just bragging about how I’ve gone mad?” “I advise you to start sucking up to me quickly. Otherwise, once I give birth to these three sons, I’ll throw you out on the street.” “After all, I’m carrying sons, which is completely different from a useless girl like you. The only reason you’re living such a luxurious life now is because you’re the only child of the Clarke family. Once my sons are born, a useless girl like you will have to step aside.”

The classmates immediately chimed in one after another. “Hurry up and buy that bag for Hannah, or you might not even get a meal at home in the future.” “Quickly pack up everything Hannah looked at earlier, then pay for it all.” “In my opinion, you might as well just hand over your black card to Hannah. After all, you’re family now, it’s much easier to let Hannah choose what she likes herself.” … Seeing them about to snatch the card from my bag, I finally snapped back to reality: “Wait a minute, my father has been dead for twenty years. How can you claim to be pregnant with his child? Show me some proof!” Upon hearing me mention that my father was dead, Hannah’s face changed instantly, and she started cursing at me loudly. Her shouting was giving me a splitting headache, and I couldn’t help but raise my voice: “If you have the guts, call my father here right now to confront me face to face! If he personally admits it, forget about the bags and the card, I’ll give you all the family assets!” Hannah hesitated slightly. But she still took out her phone and walked aside to make a call, then turned back and glared at me smugly: “Just you wait, your dad happens to be nearby. He’ll be here in less than half an hour.” We all went into the VIP room to wait. Not long after, the door was pushed open, and Hannah immediately called out excitedly, “Uncle Robert!” I looked towards the sound and saw a familiar figure appear in the doorway. I unconsciously called out, “Dad?” Hearing this “Dad”, the smile on Hannah’s face became even more arrogant. She immediately changed her demeanor, walking to Robert Thompson’s side with a pitiful look: “Uncle Robert, you’ve finally arrived. I and the three babies in my belly almost couldn’t see you again.” Robert Thompson didn’t even glance at me. Instead, he anxiously looked Hannah up and down. Only after confirming she was alright did he breathe a sigh of relief: “What happened? Didn’t you say on the phone earlier that you fell here and almost had a miscarriage?” Hannah’s tears instantly streamed down her face: “I almost did have a miscarriage! After Emily found out about us, she went crazy. If it weren’t for these classmates protecting me, I really would have lost my life.” I frowned and glanced at the surveillance cameras around: “Just now, I only—” Before I could finish speaking, Hannah suddenly walked in front of me and knelt down heavily: “Emily, I understand why you hate me. You look down on someone like me who crawled out of a poor mountain village. Although you sponsored my scholarship, it was only to make others think you were kind-hearted. You never truly wanted to help me.” “I also know that now that I’m with your father, you must think I’m a gold digger who’s just after money. But I truly love Uncle Robert. Love knows no age difference.” Originally, Robert Thompson wanted to take Hannah to live in that suburban apartment, but Hannah firmly refused. While she claimed that being with Robert wasn’t about the money, she insisted on moving into my mansion. Her excuse was that she wanted to build a relationship with me. What I didn’t expect was that after Hannah moved in, she completely changed into a different person. Whenever Robert wasn’t home, she shamelessly revealed her true colors. “Emily Clarke, I’m carrying three heirs to the Clarke family in my belly, and you’re feeding me this garbage food?” “I clearly said I wanted to eat sea cucumber, yet you made a bowl of noodles. What’s that supposed to mean?” “I know you used to give me that scholarship handout, but now I’m your stepmother. If it weren’t for my kindness, you would have been kicked out of this house long ago.”

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At the age of 18, I rushed into a burning building to save Jack from a raging fire. As a result, I became disabled from the waist down. In a dilapidated rented apartment, he proposed to me with a plastic ring from a soda can. “Emily, I only want to marry you in this life.” After we got married, he became known as the “internet’s most romantic artist” for sketching a portrait of his “disabled wife”. His fame skyrocketed, and his artwork sold for thousands of dollars. But ten years into our marriage, I discovered a portrait of his first love in his study. He looked at me coldly as I broke down: “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be living such a good life.” “Besides, you have no self-respect. You let yourself be tricked by a plastic ring. You’re so worthless, how can you compare to Sophia?” Later, I fulfilled his wish and let him be with Sophia. But Jack broke down, clutching my wheelchair and sobbing: “Emily, don’t leave me. Didn’t we promise to be together forever?” 0 Last night, my husband got drunk and fell asleep in his study. When I went in to clean up this morning, I found a stack of sketches. It was a thick pile, some old and some new. The one on top even had tear stains on it. I recognized the woman in the photo. It was Sophia, his unattainable princess from years ago. I held back my tears, trying hard to tell myself not to overthink and to trust Jack. But the small line of text beneath the portrait shattered my last delusion. “My wife, Sophia.” There had been signs all along. In recent years, Jack had been coming home later and later, often smelling of unfamiliar perfume. Except for Jack’s fans who believed he “doted on his wife”, everyone around us knew the truth. Jack had long lost any feelings for me. In his heart, there was only room for his unattainable first love. I stared at those words, tears silently falling. Where did that leave me? What was I to him? It was late at night when Jack finally came home. As soon as he walked in, he pointed his camera at me sitting in my wheelchair, looking disheveled. “Hey everyone, want to know what it’s like to spoil a disabled wife?” He pulled out a bouquet of roses from behind his back and said in a gentle tone: “Honey, today marks 3,666 days since we met. I bought these roses for you.” I had been crying all afternoon and looked a mess. I wasn’t even wearing a bra. I tried desperately to avoid his camera lens, feeling embarrassed. “Jack, please stop filming… I’m begging you…” He frowned slightly, a flash of displeasure crossing his eyes, before turning the camera away. “Sorry everyone, my wife is a bit upset today. But you know, mood swings are understandable for someone with a disability.” He picked up some sketches from the table and explained to the camera: “These are my new works. As always, my love for my wife inspired them. Starting bid is $9,999, grab them while you can!” He saw my tears but turned away without a care. All the questions I wanted to ask got stuck in my throat. “The secret to success is ‘loving your wife’! Those who love their wives will prosper! Even though my wife is disabled, I’ve never looked down on her!” His words struck my heart like hammers, the pain unbearable. Looking at his back, I felt like the person before me was a complete stranger. 0

The next day, the video Jack filmed last night was trending again. The title read: “What’s it like to spoil a disabled wife?” The thumbnail showed me in my pajamas, hair disheveled, slumped in my wheelchair. My face was pale and sickly, with sunken eyes that looked almost deranged. Looking at my haggard appearance, I felt like what little self-esteem I had left was completely trampled. Now the whole world knew I was a disabled person dependent on others. Since becoming disabled, I had always tried to live like a normal person, not wanting to burden Jack in any way. But never had I been more acutely aware than at this moment. I was a helpless cripple. That image of myself disgusted even me. “Oh my god, Jack is so loving! This is true love – he can even kiss a face like that!” “What blessing did this woman cultivate in her past life to marry such a good husband!” “Ahhhh I want to buy 100 of his paintings! Don’t fight me for them! Since I can’t marry a quality man like Jack, I can only console myself by buying his art!” “I’ll take them all! Those who love their wives prosper, Jack deserves to make money for being so devoted to his wife!” “Am I the only one who thinks this woman is ungrateful? She’s already disabled, yet still gives attitude when Jack is so good to her. Why burden others if you don’t know how to appreciate them…” Seeing this top comment, my hand gripping the phone suddenly clenched tight. It’s not like that! It’s not like that at all! I wanted to scream, to argue back, but no one would believe me or care. Yes, I was alone and paralyzed, drifting through this world like a floating weed. Jack was so good to me, yet I was still unsatisfied. But who knew that my paralysis was because I rushed into a fire to save him when I was 18? No one knew. No one cared. 0

At noon, I brought a thermos of food to Jack’s company. But when I got to the entrance, I was stopped by the receptionist. “Miss, you can’t enter the company without an appointment.” I saw the contempt hidden in her eyes, my heart aching. How ironic that the receptionist at Jack’s company, who was famous online for “doting on his wife”, didn’t even recognize me. With no choice, I could only call Jack. It took a full half hour before the call went through. The receptionist gave me a disdainful look and said: “You can go in now.” Before I could get far, they started gossiping without trying to hide it: “So that’s Jack’s crippled wife? She looks like that? Jack has such poor taste.” “I know, right? She can’t compare at all to the lady upstairs. I don’t know how a great guy like Jack ended up marrying her.” “You don’t know? Jack doesn’t even want to answer her calls…” Sitting by the elevator, their discussion came clearly to my ears. The overwhelming shame and humiliation nearly drowned me. I knew the receptionist actually did recognize me. She just didn’t want me to disturb Jack and that “her” upstairs. But I still came up anyway. After all, Jack’s “devoted husband” persona not only affected my life, but also deceived many others. I didn’t want to continue this charade anymore. In Jack’s office. A beautiful, refined woman and a tall, handsome man were dancing the waltz intimately. The music played softly as their figures intertwined, the room filled with an ambiguous atmosphere. Until I knocked on the door. Seeing me, the woman’s beautiful brows furrowed in displeasure: “Jack, I didn’t realize you were so henpecked. Your wife even chased you all the way here.” The man smiled helplessly, his tone indulgent: “Sophia, you know all that stuff online is fake.” “There are no real feelings between me and her.” He was no longer trying to hide it. Sophia was satisfied, but still sneered: “Some people don’t know when they’re not wanted. They just have to shamelessly push themselves where they’re not welcome.” As she spoke, she “accidentally” stomped her sharp stiletto heel onto my foot. The pain was excruciating. My right hand suddenly lost its grip, and the thermos fell to the ground. “Bang!” The scalding, greasy chicken soup spilled all over me. My thighs were instantly burned red. I bit my lip hard, tears rolling down my face. But Jack didn’t even glance at me. He was crouched by Sophia’s feet, wiping the oil stains off her high heels. “Oh no, how annoying. You got my new heels all dirty.” “I don’t care, Jack, you have to buy me another pair.” She pouted unhappily, acting coy with the man. At the same time, she swept a haughty, disdainful look at me in the wheelchair. My whole body trembled, though I didn’t know if it was from the intense pain or from grief. I only knew that in this moment, the young man who had lived in my heart for so long seemed to have died.

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I gave up my identity as the heiress of a tech giant to spend ten years with Jack Simmons, struggling through the early days of our startup. Finally, we developed the world’s most advanced AI capable of predicting everything. But on our wedding day, Jack, now the world’s top AI engineer, fled the ceremony because NORA predicted I would betray him. The AI claimed only Rachel, his junior from college, was his lucky star who could help him achieve great success. As guests mocked and ridiculed me, Rachel sent intimate photos of her and Jack. “Jack said he never loved you. He only agreed to marry you because you were so clingy,” Rachel texted. I immediately blocked them both, broke up with Jack, and kicked him out of the company. Later, when he discovered my true identity as the world’s richest heiress, his eyes turned red with regret… He knelt before me, begging me not to leave him. “Lily Greene, so your husband ran away from the wedding to cuddle with another woman?” On the hillside dotted with luxury vacation villas, the guests who had received the news focused their attention on me like ultraviolet rays. My gaze, however, was fixed on a spot at the foot of the hill that no one else seemed to notice. There stood my groom, Jack Simmons, intimately embracing another woman. Just fifteen minutes ago, he had been standing beside me, holding my hand, ready to complete the ceremony. As the ring was about to be placed on my finger, a phone rang. Jack looked down at his phone amid the puzzled gazes of the guests. The next second, he ran down the hill. “Lily, Rachel says NORA has predicted the outcome of our marriage. NORA says…” “You will eventually betray me.” “And my destiny is Rachel. With her, I’ll become the world’s richest man.” Leaving me with these words, he turned and left, abandoning me to face all the ridicule alone. Within minutes, everyone received the news of Jack’s whereabouts. He had abandoned me, his new bride, and was now drinking with another woman in the hills. Jack held Rachel tightly in his arms, and in the heat of the moment, kissed her. In an instant, all the memories of the past and the sudden loss exploded in my mind, shattering and raging. Then, my gaze instantly dimmed, like a star fading after burning out. My expression was caught by the guests, who gasped and couldn’t help but show their disdain. “Isn’t that today’s groom? Why is he kissing another woman?” “It seems that even the rich and powerful Miss Greene, who carefully chose a genius developer, can’t escape being cheated on.” There was silence as someone hesitated, noticing my blank stare. “Should we go call him back?” “Forget it. He’d rather cuddle in front of the bride than come back to finish the ceremony. He clearly doesn’t love her.” “Let’s go. What’s there to see in a clown’s wedding?” The cool mountain breeze stirred by the departing crowd sucked away all the warmth from my body. My body was chilled, and so was my heart. I don’t know how long I sat in the empty wedding venue before I finally got up and walked to my car at the bottom of the hill. Just as I closed the car door and was about to start the engine, I heard footsteps. Jack had caught up, casually opened the passenger door, and sat down. Our eyes met, and he took my hand, putting on a coy act. “I’m sorry, Lily. I just went to verify the data with Rachel.” Verify the data? Did that require kissing an intern? And had he forgotten that before he was hailed as the world’s top AI engineer… At fourteen, I had graced the cover of Time magazine for my AI research. It was my fascination with his passion for AI that had attracted me and led me to start this company specifically for him. My heart was utterly exhausted, and I was too tired to expose his lies. Seeing my expression, Jack finally reacted: “You saw everything just now?” “Yes.” “Alright, why that expression? It’s not like Rachel just called me for a drink. No need to look like that. I’ll make it up to you with another wedding later.” Another wedding? “If the results are already out, why do you still want to have a wedding with me?” With no emotion in my voice, I slowly withdrew my hand from Jack’s. In the past, I would have argued hysterically, reminding him that I had developed the first half of NORA. I knew better than anyone whether NORA would make such a prediction. But now, I was tired. I didn’t want to argue anymore. I just wanted to end this relationship with Jack. “What do you mean you don’t need it? What are you upset about now? I’ll definitely do what I promised you!” Jack angrily retorted: “Yes, the prediction says you’ll definitely cheat on me.” “But who am I? The world’s top AI engineer. Do you think I’d believe that so easily? Besides…” Jack looked at me, a smile playing on his lips, his tone certain: “You can’t live without me, can you? So I had to come back.” A bitter taste spread on my tongue. I forced a smile: “Well, I should really thank you then.” He glanced at me, hesitated, then continued. “However, you need to apologize to Rachel for questioning the data and her earlier.” At that moment, anger surged in my heart. No wonder he, who always believed unquestioningly in AI data, said he wouldn’t easily believe it. I said coldly, “Jack Simmons, after doing such a dirty thing right in front of me, why should I apologize?” “And…!” I got up, opened the car door, and threw the keys at him. Then I said to him, word by word: “You know how I’ve treated you all these years. Don’t you understand at all why this baseless prediction came about?” Jack’s face flashed with discomfort, quickly replaced by anger. “Lily Greene! Can you stop making things up?!” “I’ve told you so many times that Rachel is just my junior. Are you so dirty-minded that you see everyone else as dirty?!” “NORA can’t be wrong! It’s never been wrong! If you don’t apologize, forget about this wedding! I won’t give you another chance!” “We’ll see if you regret it when I become the world’s richest man!” I coldly watched his angry outburst, feeling a weariness I had never experienced before. It seemed he had truly forgotten that when we got together, I had given him the newborn AI NORA and told him that AI shouldn’t be blindly trusted, as there was a risk of human intervention. And his talk about becoming the world’s richest man? Saying I shouldn’t regret it? Jack Simmons, my Greene family has long been the world’s richest. What you fantasize about was within my reach from birth. Laughing weakly, I threw my ring down the cliff. After meeting Jack’s shocked gaze, I turned and got into another car. As I started the engine, I heard him throwing a tantrum behind me. “Lily Greene, don’t you dare come back crying and begging me to marry you!” “I knew my NORA couldn’t be wrong. A woman like you is just fickle and bound to betray me!!” I stepped on the gas and drove away. Never again, Jack Simmons. I’ve done enough foolish things. This time, I’m truly exhausted.

Driving down the hill, I went to another villa of mine to change clothes. The next day, as soon as I entered the company, I met my assistant. “Draft a resignation letter for Jack Simmons…” Before I could finish, a figure walked towards me as if she had been waiting. It was Rachel Thompson, who had been intimate with Jack yesterday. As she approached, she spoke smugly, “Good morning, Lily. I’m so sorry, Jack kept me up all night, that’s why I’m late.” Even though I had let go, I still felt sick to my stomach. Jack and I met during our studies abroad, with vastly different family backgrounds. This man used to be focused solely on his work, never socializing. Initially, I was attracted by his intense focus when coding. Later, to protect Jack’s pride, I concealed my identity as the Greene heiress. I chose to squeeze into a 600-square-foot apartment with Jack instead of living in the sprawling mansion my mother bought for me. For ten years, I spent my youth accompanying him as he developed NORA, the AI whose first half I had written. He was good to me too. The usually cold and taciturn Jack would confidently promise to give me a perfect wedding in front of others. But everything changed after his junior, Rachel Thompson, appeared. He wouldn’t allow me near their development team, and our wedding was postponed again and again. After my persistent nagging, he finally agreed to hold the wedding. Just when I thought I had finally reached a happy ending… He made me the laughingstock of everyone because of some vague, untested AI prediction. Following his hurt came Rachel’s shameless provocation. Thinking of this, I looked up with a slight smile. “Rachel Thompson, your development team is just one project in my company. If you…” She didn’t hear the rest. I had never threatened her so coldly before. Caught off guard, she stammered a couple of retorts before leaving. After she left, my assistant fumed, “Rachel Thompson acts so recklessly now, relying on being Jack’s junior.” “Ms. Greene, were you just about to process Rachel’s resignation?” I shook my head, “No, process Jack’s resignation.” My voice wasn’t loud, but everyone present turned to look at me. My assistant reflexively blurted out, “What?” I lowered my head and chuckled. So all these years, it was common knowledge that I loved Jack so pathetically. That’s why he was so confident in running away on our wedding day. After all, who didn’t know that I was Jack Simmons’ devoted puppy? Willing to give up my identity as a billionaire’s daughter to personally accompany him in starting a business, even secretly investing billions in resources without letting him know. Iron-fisted and ruthless in the company, yet completely indulgent towards him. No matter how busy, I would still do his laundry and cook for him every day. But faced with this love, he once coldly snorted in front of everyone: “It’s her honor to be good to me, the world’s top AI engineer.” Back then, I was still complacent, feeling content just to be by his side. But now I realize how pathetic I’ve been for the past ten years. Thinking of this, I coldly continued to my assistant, “Sever all ties between Jack Simmons and our company.” “Investigate the cause of NORA’s malfunction. From now on, Jack Simmons has no connection to our company.” “He’s fired.” After dealing with Jack’s resignation, I went to the “home” Jack and I shared.

As a company shareholder, besides firing Jack, I also needed to settle the matter of leaving him with nothing. So I had to find Jack to sign the papers. But looking around, I didn’t see Jack anywhere. I could only go back to the bedroom and start packing my things. But before I had packed much, I heard the front door open. Then a series of indescribable sounds arose, followed by… My whole body trembled. I got up and walked to the bedroom door. The two were kissing passionately on the sofa. Jack had his back to me, completely unaware, while Rachel clung to his embrace, her eyes meeting mine. Her breathless moans grew louder, her cries both seductive and pitiful. “Jack, honey, is this okay? Lily is still your fiancée. Won’t she be angry if we do this in your home?” Jack seemed to hear a joke, his wandering hands growing bolder. “Fiancée? So what? She’s just a puppy! Does she dare to get angry?” “Besides, after being with the same face for ten years, I’m so tired of it!” “Angry? No way! I just need to crook my finger, and she’ll come running back, yapping!” I clenched my fists tightly, my stomach churning violently with nausea. Ten years of memories, from our first meeting to getting together, all our little moments together. At this moment, with his few words, they instantly shattered into millions of sharp blades. The mirror of beautiful memories was smashed, turning into piercing dust that stabbed every cell in my body. The pain was unbearable. In the end, it all turned into a dead numbness. I had imagined I would be heartbroken when we broke up, but I never thought that in Jack’s eyes, I was just this kind of existence. Forget it. The Jack Simmons I fell in love with ten years ago, that coding genius, is long dead. I made a sound, clearing my throat. Jack, who had his back to me, finally noticed. His whole body trembled. After hearing the noise, he whirled around. Seeing it was me, his face flashed with panic and terror before settling into barely concealed smugness. “Now you know to come back and apologize?” Seeing no reaction from me, he pushed Rachel out of his arms and looked around. His gaze finally landed on the suitcase, “Yesterday you drove off and talked about breaking up. Weren’t you acting tough? What happened to that spirit?” “Let me tell you, if you want my forgiveness, it’s not just about apologizing to Rachel anymore.” “You also need to promise that you’re ignorant and will never interfere with our development team’s affairs again. All the company’s funds need to be transferred to the development team!” He stuck out his neck, inadvertently revealing the red marks on it. I suppressed the nausea in my heart, too lazy to argue. “I won’t do it, and I have nothing more to say to you.” I threw on a coat and slapped the voluntary stock transfer agreement on the table onto his body. “Remember to read and sign it. Trust me, you have no other choice.” Jack didn’t look at it. I don’t know what he misunderstood, but his voice behind me grew more arrogant. “Weren’t you so brave, throwing away the ring? Now you know to come back and grovel?” “It won’t be so easy for me to forgive you now. Who told you to offend Rachel? How about this, pack a red envelope with 20 or 30 million dollars.” I was amused by his righteous attitude. If it were before, I would have definitely complied. Forget about a mere 20 or 30 million, I would have given him my life. But now, I didn’t stop walking. Pulling my suitcase, I opened the door and left. I thought I had expressed myself clearly enough. After all, besides leaving with my suitcase, there was also that stock transfer agreement on the table. But unexpectedly, he still misunderstood. Not looking at the stock transfer agreement, he thought I was still obedient to him like before. He believed taking away my suitcase was just to give him and Rachel some space. So the messages he sent became even more arrogant. [What, now you believe in AI’s predictions? Realizing I’ll become the richest man in the world, so you’re starting to suck up to me?] [Lily Greene, I know you have some money, but compared to my future, what does it amount to? Now that you’ve come to your senses, shouldn’t you think about how to properly apologize to me?!] I didn’t divorce Jack, I just sent him a dismissal notice. My assistant also told me that my father, who was abroad, would be coming to Shanghai in the next few days to discuss the company’s return to the Greene Group. By then, I would take NORA and preside over the Greene Group, finally revealing myself to the public as the world’s richest woman. But I still didn’t expect that two days later, Jack would barge into my CEO office, bringing Rachel along. Seeing the front desk security trying to stop them, Jack angrily shouted: “You dogs dare to stop us? Lily Greene is my lapdog, do you want to be fired?”

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