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I was Declan’s long-time secret “white moonlight,” the idealized love he cherished from afar. The day I accepted his proposal, he was so overwhelmed that he broke down in tears. Later, when a mysterious illness left me in a coma, he visited every temple in Jacksonville, willing to sacrifice thirty years of his life to pray for my recovery. I thought his love for me was profound. That was until I witnessed Declan with his female secretary, entwined together. He held her close and whispered hoarsely, “Give me a child. My wife is too frail; I can’t bear to put her through it.” I turned and went home, calling a friend with expertise in traditional herbal medicine: “Do you still have the fake death pill? I need one.” “The boss will deliver it to you tomorrow.” Late that night, Declan returned home. The living room lights flicked on, and the bright light stung my eyes. “Adeline, why are you still up so late?” Declan saw me on the sofa and came over immediately. He touched my bare, cold feet, and his brows furrowed with concern. He took off his suit jacket and placed my feet against his chest to warm them. I looked down and whispered, “I can’t sleep without you here.” Declan’s eyes showed a hint of guilt. He gently picked me up, carried me back to the bedroom, and said, “I’ve been too busy with work lately, and I’m sorry. How about I cancel all my plans tomorrow and take you out for some fun?” He tucked me into the warm bed, covered me with the blanket, and kissed me softly. I saw the love overflowing in his eyes, and it left a bitter taste in my mouth. After his shower, he smelled of the familiar pine scent. He held my hand and slipped something cold onto my finger. It felt uncomfortable. I raised my hand to see a sparkling diamond ring, as large as a pigeon’s egg. “Do you like it?” he asked, nuzzling my earlobe. In the light, his hair was half-dry, and water droplets slid down his chest. Previously, seeing him like this would make me want to touch his face and kiss him to show my affection. But today, I wasn’t in the mood. I gave a cursory nod and closed my eyes. “I’m tired; let’s sleep.” Declan hesitated, looking hurt, but quickly composed himself. He turned off the light and tucked me in. “Good night.” At night, I opened my eyes and looked at Declan sleeping peacefully beside me. I reached out and tapped his nose. Feeling my touch, Declan woke up and instinctively held me tighter, his voice low and drowsy: “Adeline, what’s wrong? Did you have a nightmare again? Don’t worry; I’m here.” I shook my head and turned over. “Declan, your birthday is coming up, right?” Declan pressed against me from behind, wrapping his arms around me, his warm breath on my neck. “Yes, but it’s not important. Haven’t you always wanted to see the sea of clouds? I’ll take you there on my birthday, okay?” I nodded absently, my mind filled with the scene I witnessed earlier. In the monochrome office, clothes were scattered everywhere. Declan’s face was flushed as he tore off the secretary’s dress and kissed her passionately. “Mia, you’re so rough, you’re hurting me,” she complained coyly. “Is this how you treat your wife at home?” Declan’s eyes, clouded with desire, suddenly turned cold. He tightened his grip on Mia’s neck: “I warned you, don’t mention Adeline in front of me. This is the last time.” “She’s pure, how dare someone like you mention her?” My heart ached. My stomach churned, and I felt nauseous. I never imagined the well-mannered, elegant Declan I knew could be such a different person in private. Violent, lustful, foul-mouthed. This side of him made me sick. The next morning, Declan was already gone. A note by the bed said he had to attend to something urgent at the office. Someone named “Bunny Mia” added me on SnapChat. After I accepted, she said nothing. Instinctively, I checked her updates and found she had just posted. In the photo, Bunny Mia was trying on dresses. In the background, there was a man’s back. It was Declan. Declan’s friend Nash commented below: [Such a great figure, my brother Declan is lucky. Is your sister-in-law trying to conceive recently?] Bunny Mia replied with a shy emoji. Nash continued: [Wishing you a healthy baby soon. Declan is almost thirty, and he’s wanted a child for a long time.] [It’s troublesome that the one at home is weak, can’t touch, can’t bear children. If I were him, I’d have gone crazy by now.] Seeing this, how could I not understand? While I was staring at my phone, a message from Declan suddenly popped up on the screen: [Are you awake, Adeline? Breakfast is in the kitchen, remember to eat.] I put down my phone and indeed found the breakfast he prepared for me in the kitchen. I ate the porridge. Feeling wronged is fine, but my stomach shouldn’t suffer. I messaged my friend to hurry. Lin Wei was puzzled: [In such a rush? Did you tell Mr. Declan about this?] I was silent. Lin Wei was especially shocked: [No way, sis, your husband values you more than his life. If you suddenly fake your death, what if you force him to follow you in death?] All my friends say Declan is crazy in love with me. I used to think so too. After all, everyone knows I’m the person Declan secretly loved since childhood. On the winter night he was almost beaten to death by his adoptive father, I happened to pass by an alley and saved him. He was my little tail for years. I was born weak and gasped after a few steps. Some classmates secretly laughed at me. The thin and small Declan, I don’t know where he got the courage, but he dared to pounce and fight with boys a head taller than him. His eyes were fierce and vicious, like a little wolf pup protecting its owner. Later, the year I married him, I fell ill again. After visiting numerous hospitals, I was still comatose. Declan donated all his hard-earned savings just to gain blessings for me. He also went to various temples to make vows. He said as long as I woke up, he would be willing to lose thirty years of his life. Declan knelt until his knees were bruised, and his head was broken. Everyone said he was crazy in love with me, a rare good man. But this rare good man cheated in the third year of our marriage. I saw with my own eyes how he used someone to satisfy his desires in the office and then lied to me. He was tainted. So tainted it made me sick. I painfully closed my eyes. [Don’t worry about it, just bring the pill.] Another sleepless night. Around nine in the morning, Declan returned. Seeing I wasn’t speaking, he was about to comfort me when his phone suddenly rang. He immediately went to the balcony to take the call, and I quietly followed. “Honey, you just left, and I already miss you. When are you coming to see me? I have a surprise for you,” Mia’s coquettish voice came through the phone. Declan seemed impatient, lighting a cigarette: “I’ll send you money, go shopping by yourself.” Mia’s voice was a bit resentful: “Honey, why do you insist on going home to accompany your wife? She’s so cold, can she satisfy you?” “I bought new lingerie, honey, come and feel it, it’s so comfortable.” Declan’s Adam’s apple moved, obviously tempted. But he still refused coldly: “No, I promised my wife I’d be with her today. If you make her angry, I have a thousand ways to deal with you.” Mia was aggrieved: “Okay, okay, your wife’s matters are the biggest. I’m not important, and the little one in my belly isn’t important to you either!” Declan was stunned: “You’re pregnant?” Mia hummed: “If you don’t come, I’ll have it aborted.” “Wait at home for me.” Declan extinguished the cigarette, and seeing this, I immediately returned to the bedroom. “Adeline, I’m sorry, I have to go back to the company.” Declan looked apologetic. He hugged me and transferred 1 million as compensation. “Okay, you go.” I didn’t have much reaction. Declan finally sighed in relief, grabbed his coat, and left. As soon as he left, Lin Wei arrived. He handed me a box containing a black pill. Lin Wei reminded me: “After swallowing it, your body will become weaker and weaker until the drug takes full effect in 5 days. At that time, you’ll fall into a deep sleep, and from the outside, you’ll look dead.” “The fake death state can only last for a day, so make sure someone looks after you, don’t accidentally get buried.” I swallowed the pill with some cold water. “Miss, are you really going to do this?” Aunt Hazel, the housekeeper, looked at me worriedly and sighed: “Mr. Declan still loves you. There’s room for communication…” My parents passed away early, and Aunt Hazel was by my side as I grew up little by little. To me, Aunt Hazel is like my mother. “Aunt Hazel, I don’t want a man who betrayed me. This city makes me uncomfortable. I’m tired. I want to start a new life somewhere else.” Aunt Hazel sighed: “Alright, Miss, whatever you decide, I’ll support you.” Declan left for several days. During this time, a stranger followed me on Twitter. I clicked on her profile picture. In the selfies, the girl was holding a man’s arm, smiling brightly. Caption: [Traveling with my boyfriend, so happy!] It was Mia again. She seemed to think the last post on SnapChat wasn’t enough and deliberately posted various photos to provoke me. “This city is making me miserable. I’m worn out and need to start fresh somewhere new.” Auntie Qing sighed, “Alright, Miss, whatever you decide, I’ll stand by you.” Declan was gone for several days. During this time, a stranger followed me on Twitter. I clicked on her profile picture. In her selfies, a girl was clinging to a man’s arm, her smile radiant and bright. Caption: [Traveling with my boyfriend, I’m so happy!] It was Mia again. She seemed to think her last Facebook post didn’t provoke me enough, so she deliberately posted various photos to get under my skin. The few friends and relatives commenting were all congratulating her. A passerby noticed Mia’s boyfriend’s shirt was worth $30,000 and asked who this wealthy man was. Mia replied with a cheeky photo, sticking her tongue out. Even though the man didn’t show his face, the watch on his wrist, which I had helped design, revealed his identity. Declan. His supposed office visit was actually a trip with his little secretary. I gave a wry smile. No worries, in five days, Adeline will undergo a complete transformation. I tossed my phone aside, choosing to ignore it. But Mia clearly wasn’t going to let it go. Lately, her Twitter updates have become more frequent. On the first day, she posted a photo of a barbecue. The edge of the photo showed a man with rolled-up sleeves, holding a skewer, looking unsure of how to eat it. [Asked my boyfriend, he said it was his first time having street food with a girl. Feeling so honored, love you, darling.] The next day, she posted a photo collage from the amusement park. [Mr. Declan took me on the Ferris wheel today. When we reached the highest point, I silently made a wish for Mr. Declan to stay by my side forever.] [Wore a short skirt today, didn’t expect him to say it didn’t look good, hmph, but his eyes were clearly glued to me.] Before bed, she even posted a picture of them checking into a hotel room. I pretended I hadn’t seen any of it. Unexpectedly, she couldn’t hold back and messaged me in the middle of the night. [Sis Adeline, I know you’ve seen everything.] [Mr. Declan told you he was at the office these days, but actually, we went on a trip together. Has he ever taken you out for fun?] [Admit it, I’m the one he truly loves.] [If I were you, I’d hurry up and get a divorce. Wait too long, and you might end up with nothing from the assets when you’re considered past your prime.] I’m sorry, it looks like there isn’t any text provided for translation. Could you please share the specific text that needs translating? I frowned, feeling a bit put off. Still, I didn’t respond to her. At least, the situation between Declan and me didn’t need to be discussed with outsiders. I’ve been busy these past few days, arranging my affairs for after I’m gone. I split my shares and properties into two parts. One part was transferred to Aunt Hazel, and I instructed her to sell the other part after my departure to donate to those in need. Over the years, Declan has trusted me completely, and the people in the company all respected me greatly. Even if someone noticed anomalies with the shares, they wouldn’t report it to Declan. The transfer and allocation of assets went smoothly. After everything was set, I packed up all my belongings from the villa and returned to Adeline’s family with my suitcase. Two days before my fake death, Declan returned. He looked a bit tired. If it weren’t for those Twitter posts from Mia, I might have believed his story about being busy with work.

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I discovered a chat log on Lucas’s phone in our third year of marriage. The other person was flirting with him. [Pretty please, take me to Disneyland this weekend? I was so good last night.] Lucas replied, [Let me see your chest first.] The contact was saved as “Little Puppy”. Lucas didn’t come home all night. When he returned, I was enjoying breakfast. A brand new Bulgari necklace was placed on the table. “Sherry, a gift for you,” he said. I gave a faint “Mm-hmm.” Perhaps my reaction was too casual. He paused, then kissed my forehead. “Be good, I’m going to take a shower.” The sound of running water came from the bathroom. His phone, left on the table, vibrated occasionally. I unlocked it – the password was my birthday. Inside were unread chat messages. The other person was flirting with him. [Pretty please, take me to Disneyland this weekend? I was so good last night.] Lucas replied, [Let me see your chest first.] The contact was saved as “Little Puppy”. The other person sent a photo almost instantly. Pink, sexy lace. I estimated it was an E cup. I held the phone and sent a voice message to the contact: [He’s in the shower.] The next second, the phone was snatched away. “Sherry, you’re going through my phone?” Lucas questioned accusingly. I looked up. “It’s quite big. No wonder you like it. I like it too.” He stared at me, frowning. “Don’t talk nonsense.” “The young girl is innocent.” He fidgeted with the phone as it rang. “Little Puppy” spoke with a tearful voice. “Lucas, is Mrs. Chen angry? Should I explain to her?” Lucas’s expression turned sympathetic as he comforted her softly, “It’s okay, don’t cry.” I yawned, about to turn and leave, feeling bored. A hand restrained me as Lucas gazed at me intently. “You don’t care?” I was confused. “Care about what?” His face suddenly darkened. We stared at each other for a few seconds. Lucas grew angrier. “Fine,” he spat. He slammed the door shut. Faintly, I could hear him comforting the girl: “Don’t cry, you’ll turn into a little flower dog. I’ll come see you soon.” I glanced over. There was a cabinet next to the door. Seven shelves full of Bulgari necklaces. Lucas’s apology gifts over these three years.

When I was eight, I became the true heiress of the Chen family, treading carefully in my new home. My parents favored the fake heiress, Tara. Tara’s childhood sweetheart was Lucas. They were inseparable since childhood. Until I appeared. On the day the Chen family was busy celebrating Tara’s graduation, everyone forgot my birthday. I bought a cake alone and hid in the backyard to eat it. When Lucas came, I was stomping on the unfinished cake. He raised an eyebrow and said, “What a waste.” I glared at him. “None of your business!” I ignored his intrigued look and ran off. After that, Lucas would invite me along when he and Tara went out. When rich boys teased me, he would coldly fight them. When Tara drugged and framed me, he recklessly drove to save me, spending three months in the hospital. On my birthday, he set off fireworks across the city for me. He protected me so fiercely that everyone knew. People joked that he was protecting his “future wife.” He didn’t deny it. I believed it too. So when I heard the Chen family wanted to marry me off to someone else, I immediately went to Lucas. “Either you marry me, or you watch me marry someone else.” “Lucas, you choose.” That night, he coaxed me into losing my virginity. Our fingers intertwined, skin touching skin. As we reached the climax together, he bit my earlobe and whispered in a low voice. “I, Lucas, will never betray you in this lifetime.” With the deed done, I naturally became Mrs. Chen. He kept his word— Flowers everywhere, jewelry worth hundreds of millions, and a wedding dress that took top designers five years to complete. The guest list spanned political, business and entertainment circles. Luxury hotels across the city were fully booked, and the wedding venue was Lucas’s family’s private villa. Faced with countless media questions, he only replied: “Because she’s Sherry Chen. She deserves it.”

The thing high society has no shortage of is gossip. The first time Lucas cheated, I was having afternoon tea with other wealthy wives. They were chatting about which husband was hiding a mistress, whose husband took his mistress to the Maldives. One wife sighed to me: “I really envy your husband. He protected you so fiercely before marriage.” “Marrying him,” I smiled shyly, “is probably the happiest thing in my life.” That wife smiled and nodded in agreement. That girl showed up at our door that very day. She had a high ponytail, youthful and vibrant, and extended her hand to me directly. “Mrs. Chen, I’m Lucas’s lover.” She spoke frankly. “Lucas said he likes me best in bed, much more interesting than Mrs. Chen.” For the first time in my life. I couldn’t control my upbringing and slapped her.

I thought the girl was simply provoking me. Until the day I received a video she sent. On a luxury yacht was a wild party of socialites. The atmosphere was lively, the lights dazzling. Lucas lounged lazily on a sofa. In the dim light, his expression was unclear. A girl’s legs were draped over his, her skin glaringly white. Everyone was chanting, “Kiss! Kiss!” Lucas’s fingers gripped the girl’s chin as he leaned in to kiss her. The next second, the girl started unbuttoning his shirt. The phone suddenly fell to the ground. My chest felt like it was blocked by a stone, pain spreading to my heart. When Lucas came home, I showed him the video. “Why? Why…” I questioned him over and over. In an instant, all the grievances rushed to my head. Tears rolled down like broken strings of pearls. I looked at him with pleading eyes, tugging at his sleeve. “Tell me what I’m doing wrong, I’ll change, okay?” “She made a scene in front of you?” Lucas rubbed his brow. “I’ll have someone take care of her.” No explanation, no comfort. Lucas seemed to have watched a farce, unmoved. I collapsed to the ground, sweeping the porcelain to the floor, hysterical. “Get out!” Lucas sighed finally, trying to straighten me up. “Sherry, you’re the only one in my heart.” He pulled me into his arms. “No one can replace you. I love you.” My rationality returned as I struggled to meet his gaze. “Then can you stop seeing other women? Lucas, please…” “Be good, be sensible.” He continued, “Just focus on being Mrs. Chen.” Those light words. Words like knives, cutting to the bone, stabbing my internal organs with pain. That night, he took me several times. Each time at the height of passion, he repeatedly promised in my ear: “Sherry, I love you.” I felt my tears had run dry, not knowing how to respond. After that, that girl disappeared. When attending gatherings, different women were by his side. Every time a scandal broke, he would give me a necklace. Every morning I woke up afraid of not seeing him, yet afraid of seeing him. I started refusing his touch, fearing smelling different perfumes; I started fearing going online, afraid of seeing gossip about him and other women; I started fearing calling him, afraid of hearing unwanted sounds. On nights he didn’t come home, I didn’t know how I managed to keep my eyes open until dawn. Some wives advised me, “Think positively, all men are like that.”

“Little Puppy” was indeed different. Lucas hadn’t come home for two months because of her. Compared to previous women, this could be considered doting. But when I saw her in person at home, I was stunned. For the first time, Lucas brought someone home. The girl was as delicate as a flower, with a gentle and outstanding temperament. In the dim morning light, I saw Lucas kneeling on the ground, tending to the girl’s wound. His movements were gentle, his face doting. “Does it hurt?” he asked. The girl shook her head. “Lucas, I’m fine.” Sunlight shone through the window onto them. This scene made me unsteady. The girl noticed me first. Like a frightened rabbit, she said, “Mrs. Chen, I’ll leave right away.” Sensible, obedient, discreet. Lucas held her back, introducing her to me frankly. “Sherry, this is my new secretary Tiffany.” I nodded. Then I heard him continue: “Tiffany will be accompanying me to a charity gala later. You two have similar builds, let her choose a dress from your closet.” I looked at him in disbelief as I watched them go upstairs. The closet was full of new seasonal styles. Tiffany browsed through them before her fingers landed on a cheongsam in the corner. She timidly asked me, “Can I try this one?” I glanced over – this cheongsam was one of the wedding dresses from our marriage. Fine silk, exquisite embroidery. I had carefully put it away in the closet. Sometimes I would take it out to look at, comforting myself that love hadn’t disappeared. Lucas once said, “This dress, only my wife can bring out its beauty.” I was about to refuse when Lucas directly handed it to Tiffany. “Go try it on.” I suddenly couldn’t understand Lucas anymore… A few minutes later, Tiffany came out in the dress. She did look good. A slender waist, the neckline revealing ambiguous red marks. Showcasing my husband’s good mood last night. Tiffany twirled on the spot, then sincerely said to me, “Thank you Mrs. Chen, I’ll wash the dress and return it after I use it.” “No need.” I refused, feigning composure. Tiffany’s face paled for a moment. She looked to Lucas for help. “Sherry, what’s wrong?” Lucas sighed helplessly, patting my head. “Don’t be petty, tonight’s gala is important.” “No need to return it, I find it dirty.” I stared at him, enunciating each word. The words were quite blunt. Lucas was stunned for a moment. He lowered his eyes, seeming to realize something. “Then I’ll buy you a new one. Recently…” “Okay.” I interrupted him. “Aren’t you two busy?” Lucas chuckled dryly. “Sherry, are you chasing us out?” “You used to be so clingy, cooking soup for me, picking out my clothes every morning. Now you don’t do anything.” His words carried a hint of grievance. Lucas, how should I tell you? When I eagerly waited for you to drink the soup I made, you’d rather squat by the roadside eating dumplings with your new flame. The tie I carefully knotted for you became a tool for bedroom flirtation.

As the Mid-Autumn Festival approached, Lucas suggested accompanying me back to the Chen family. He said, “Sherry, you’ve been too tired lately. It’s a good chance to relax with family.” I had no opinion. As for the Chen family, perhaps they couldn’t be called family. Since I was found and brought back to the Chen family, they continued to favor the fake heiress Tara. Giving her company shares, letting her inherit the family business. Even when I once stood in the snow trying to get their attention, catching a cold with a 39°C fever, they only said: “So troublesome, not obedient like Tara at all.” It wasn’t until I married Lucas that they started paying me a little attention, for the sake of cooperating with the Lu family. The car stopped in the Chen family courtyard. Today seemed to be a party hosted by the Chens, with people coming and going. Just as I got out of the car, the Chen family’s housekeeper called me away. “Miss, Madam is looking for you.” Lucas said: “Go ahead, I’ll wait for you.” The housekeeper led me through the crowd into the study. A stack of papers flew at my face, hitting the ground. The paper edges cut my face like blades, stinging with pain. Mother pointed at me. “Sherry Chen, you dare to divorce?” The papers that fell to the ground were clearly a divorce agreement. It was what I had asked a lawyer to print a few days ago, originally kept in a drawer at home. Mrs. Chen glared at me, her tone contemptuous. “A woman who can’t keep her husband in check is useless.” “Anyway, don’t even think about divorce!” Over the years, everyone knew. The Chen family had leveraged this in-law relationship with the Lu family to do a lot of business. I gently closed my eyes. “What if I insist?” “Then you’ll be the enemy of both the Chen and Lu families.” Mother sneered. I turned to leave. Walking to the end of the long corridor, Lucas was leaning against a pillar smoking. A wisp of white smoke lingered hazily in front of his cold features. The trees swayed, quiet enough to hear the wind. Our eyes met, and he spoke first. “Sherry, don’t blame me. I love you too much.” His fingertips brushed over the wound on my face, his voice pained. “You’re so good, how could I let you go?” I shrank my fingers, avoiding his hand. “I hope you can keep watching me forever.” He smiled indulgently, as if looking at a harmless kitten. When the cigarette burned out, he acted as if nothing had happened, taking my hand and walking out.

Lucas had been staying home to accompany me these past few days. One morning as I came downstairs, I was surprised to see a busy figure in the kitchen. “You’re up. I made breakfast.” He set out toast and milk, pulling out a chair for me. I gave a small “Mm” and started eating. He wasn’t annoyed, scrolling through his phone. “There’s a concert today, let’s go watch it together after we eat.” Just as we were about to leave, Lucas’s phone rang. With his hand on the steering wheel, he naturally turned to me and said, “Honey, can you check who’s calling?” That term of endearment made us both freeze. I glanced at the screen – oh, “Little Puppy”. Lucas suddenly realized something and snatched the phone away, turning off the screen. Tiffany kept calling persistently. Finding it too noisy, I put on my headphones. I watched Lucas answer the call, listening to what the other person said. Then Lucas took off my headphones. “I’ll have the driver take you. Something came up at the company.” Watching his retreating figure, I felt a subconscious relief. This was the normal Lucas. The seats Lucas bought were in the front row. Apparently it was a solo cello recital by the famous performer Jason Jiang. When Jason came on stage, I was surprised to find— The gifted cellist was so young! The young man sat down casually, his thin pale hands gripping the cello. Messy bangs fell over his high nose and thin lips. Clear, melodious cello music echoed throughout the hall. Someone quietly exclaimed, “It’s so beautiful.” After the performance, it started raining outside. The audience had mostly left. I was looking for a room to wait for the driver. Before I entered, I overheard people talking: “Jason, didn’t the Jiang family forbid you from playing cello? I heard they even cut off your cards.” Another voice replied irritably, “Giving up is impossible.” The Jiang family. Could it be the mysterious heir of the prestigious Jiang family? I paused and turned, walking up to tap his shoulder. “I’ll sponsor you.” Jason scoffed, hands in pockets. “You’re that rich?” I pulled out several cards from my purse. “This one has no limit, this one has some pocket money, about 3-4 million, and this one…” I hesitated, looking up. “Is it enough? If not I can ask my husband for more.” Jason was visibly shaken.

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The Night Before Divorce Jack begged me for one last time together. I agreed, and we had a passionate night. But the next morning, as I looked down at the extra flesh between my legs, I screamed: “Ah—Jack Bennett! We’re screwed!” Our souls had somehow switched bodies! At that moment, Jack was staring at me with lust-filled eyes in my body. “It’s okay, worst case… we can do it again, maybe that’ll switch us back,” he said. The nerve of him! He had left bruises all over my body last night! And now he has the audacity to suggest doing it again? Besides, it was my first time as a man. I had no idea how to “get the job done.” Furious, I got up from the bed and slapped myself hard twice. It hurt. This wasn’t a dream! “Aria, why don’t we call off the divorce?” Jack tentatively asked. “No way!” I shouted. “You’re dead to me. I don’t want a cheating man!” After getting dressed, I went to the living room. Jack’s mom – my mother-in-law – saw me and said, “Son, you’re up! What about her?” She nodded towards the bedroom. “Still sleeping in as usual! It’s the last day, you two divorcing is for the best! Mom will find you a better girl!” My deteriorating relationship with Jack was largely due to his mom’s meddling! I snapped back irritably, “Let her sleep! What’s she got to do anyway? Are you paying her?” I was usually respectful to my mother-in-law. I had no idea she constantly badmouthed me behind my back. Mrs. Bennett’s face darkened. She jabbed my arm, “What’s gotten into you today? The girl I found for you is a hundred times better than her! Don’t be sad! Out with the old, in with the new!” Just then, Jack shuffled out in slippers. It was my first time seeing myself from someone else’s perspective. I had to admit, my face was quite alluring from this angle. “Shameless hussy!” my mother-in-law muttered under her breath. “Mom, is breakfast ready? We’ve got things to do after eating!” Jack plopped down in his usual seat, just like always. That set Mrs. Bennett off. She marched over to Jack, hands on hips. “Aria! Get up! Is that your seat? You useless woman! The Bennett family must have sinned in our past lives to be stuck with you! No breakfast for you today!” Well, the gloves were completely off now. She had always schemed against me, but at least maintained a veneer of civility before. Now she was openly hurling insults. Jack was stunned by his mother’s outburst. “Mom, no matter what, I’m still your daugh… I mean, daughter-in-law. That’s going too far!” “Aria, come here. I’ll feed you…” I beckoned to Jack. He hesitated, then shot his mother a glare before walking over. Mrs. Bennett didn’t dare stop me. She blustered, “You’re divorcing today! Why are you still coddling her? I’m telling you Jack, you’re too soft!” “Mom, eat if you want. If not, go out. I don’t want to hear all this chatter. Go gossip with Mrs. Johnson next door!” I frowned, pointing at the door. Mrs. Bennett cursed me for being ungrateful, but had no choice but to leave. Jack didn’t know what to say. He obediently sat down as I fed him breakfast. This wasn’t some cute couple’s ritual. He was using my body now, so I had to take care of myself.

We arrived at the registry office. The clerk gave us each a form to fill out. Suddenly Jack started crying, kneeling and clutching my sleeve. “Honey, I was wrong! Please give me a chance to explain! Let’s start over!” “Our souls and bodies are so perfectly matched! Why do you want to divorce me?” “Please don’t divorce me, honey~” Back in college, I was the campus beauty queen. This face could really turn on the waterworks. Several men came over, unable to bear the scene. “Hey man! Your wife is so pretty, and she knows she was wrong. Just forgive her!” “Yeah! If my wife looked like that, I wouldn’t divorce her even if she cheated on me!” “Come on beautiful, looks like your husband’s heart has softened. Get up and go home!” I wasn’t softening! I was just embarrassed! With him saying those things with my face, it made it seem like I was the one at fault! Without a word, I got up and left the registry office. “Jack, what the hell are you doing?! We agreed on the divorce!” I hissed. Jack sniffled, “I never agreed… Besides, we can’t just divorce like this now, can we?” He squeezed the two plump mounds on his chest. He had a point. I didn’t want to spend the rest of my life in this jerk’s body either. Jack finished groping himself, then came over and put his delicate hand on my belt. “Why don’t we… try again… Maybe it’ll work, then we can divorce after, okay?” I shoved him away. “No way!” But that night, I ate my words.

Back home, Mrs. Bennett saw us return together and her face immediately soured. “Why are you back?!” she snapped. Jack smiled sheepishly, tugging on Mrs. Bennett’s arm. “Mom, Jack’s not divorcing me. Looks like you’re stuck with me!” Mrs. Bennett nearly choked, coughing for a while before jabbing her finger at me. “Son, have you no backbone?! She’s the one who wanted the divorce! Now she says no and you just go along with it?! How did I raise such a spineless son!” I went over and put my arm around Jack’s shoulders. “Mom, I’ll have Mrs. Johnson’s son drive you back to the countryside tomorrow. Go keep Dad company. Let us newlyweds have some alone time!” Jack looked up at me, eyes rimmed with red. After much “persuasion” from Jack and me, Mrs. Bennett reluctantly packed her bags to return to her hometown.

That night, Jack dragged me to take a bubble bath together, even showing me how to wash his body. I realized there were a lot of areas men needed to pay attention to. But I hadn’t forgiven him. I was just doing this to learn how to “get the job done.” Once we finished, I could get back to my own body… Jack even put on the sexy lingerie he had bought for me years ago, his voluptuous figure on full display… “Honey~” Jack bit his lip, gazing at me seductively. But I just felt nauseous. Wasn’t this basically me doing myself? The mental barrier was hard to overcome. Jack had no such qualms. He took my hand, running it over his body, making my breathing quicken. He was guiding me just like before. I didn’t have to do much work, just enjoying the sensations. Until I woke up the next morning, feeling sticky and sore in certain places. I jolted awake in shock, hurriedly sitting up. Damn it, I was still in Jack’s body! Jack stirred awake too, barely opening his eyes. “Didn’t switch back? We’ll try harder next time…” Next time my ass! I smacked his smooth white back, instantly leaving a red handprint. He just rolled over, two adorable “bunnies” bouncing before my eyes. No wonder Jack always loved playing with them before. They were so soft and bouncy… Jack smiled, tugging my arm. “Aria, now you’ll never leave me~” I remembered his betrayal and angrily shook him off. “Don’t say that. Get up, you took yesterday off. You want to skip work again today?” Jack stood up stark naked, his milky skin glowing with a rosy tint… Damn, I never realized I was this beautiful before! My current body started reacting uncontrollably, my breathing growing rapid. Jack recklessly walked over, stroking my collarbone. “Honey… admit it, you’re captivated by your own body too.” I covered up my hardening lower region, cursing under my breath. “No wonder men always think with their lower half! Get your ass to work! Until we divorce, you’re obligated to support me!” But Jack just smirked. “Aria, you’re me now. You’re the one who has to support me~” Oh crap, that’s right! I’m Jack now, don’t I have to go to work in his place?! Jack was the company’s general manager. I had been a stay-at-home trophy wife ever since marrying him. If I don’t go to work, Jack might get fired. Then we’d both be out on the streets! Jack looked at me mischievously. “How about you wear a Bluetooth earpiece and I’ll guide you through it?” I nodded vigorously. That settled it! So I put on a suit and tie, all dressed up as I headed out. Before leaving, Jack gave me a passionate French kiss… And made plans for more “practice” that night. I looked at my own face gazing at me lovingly. Not wanting to be a smelly man forever, I stiffly nodded. Entering the company, I took the executive elevator as Jack instructed. But as soon as I got in, I saw the last person I wanted to see!

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After our parents’ divorce, my sister Chloe was desperate to stay with our lenient dad, while our strict mom took me away. Two years later, both our parents found new partners, but Chloe regretted her choice. Our stepmom was open-minded, taking Chloe to get tattoos and dye her hair, which led to Chloe being cyberbullied. Our stepdad, on the other hand, was a “gentleman” who molded me into a well-mannered young lady and helped me marry a “quality” man. Chloe, forced to drop out of school, accused me of stealing mom away from her and poisoned my drink. So in this new life, Chloe resolutely chose to go with mom. But her life was completely ruined by our stepdad. 0 “Mom, I want to go with you! Please take me!” Chloe’s loud voice rang out as I woke up in bed. The stomach pain from the poison in my previous life was gone. I realized I had been reborn. Reborn to the day our parents finalized their divorce. I got up and walked to the living room. Sure enough, I saw our worried parents sitting on the couch, while Chloe was on her knees, tugging at mom’s sleeve and begging. “Please, mom, let Emma go with dad. I promise I’ll be good!” Then she turned and gave me a venomous look. As expected, Chloe had been reborn too. Her goal in doing this was to avoid the stepmom who would marry our dad two years later. Seeing me come out, dad’s gaze fell on me. He asked gently, “Emma, do you want to go with dad?” Memories suddenly flashed back to my previous life. On the same day, unlike Chloe, I was very upset about our parents’ divorce. Rather than choosing who to go with, I hoped more that they wouldn’t separate, and that we could continue living happily as a family of four. So I couldn’t make a choice at all. But Chloe was clever. She had always been afraid of our strict mom and knew that with her poor grades, she would inevitably be criticized if she went with mom. So she quickly grabbed dad’s hand. This way, I passively ended up with mom. Despite this, I still didn’t give up, privately trying to persuade our parents to reconcile. Unexpectedly, years later, I learned a shocking secret. The reason for our parents’ divorce was actually because of mom. Mom had fallen in love with a colleague behind dad’s back. 0

Facing this choice again, I was much more clear-headed. Since mom had betrayed dad, why should I try to reconcile them? Moreover, didn’t Chloe want to go with mom and welcome that kind stepdad two years later? I smiled slightly. I said to dad, “Dad, I’ll go with you.” Chloe, standing next to mom, curled her lips in satisfaction. Indeed, although mom was strict, she was a top student back in the day. Following her, she would, like in my previous life, work with our stepdad to mold Chloe into a well-mannered, universally praised young lady. As for me, I could only follow my stepmom and have my reputation ruined. But I accepted all of this willingly. Soon, our parents’ divorce proceedings were completed. Mom got the house as she wished, while dad drove me, with two suitcases, to the other side of the city. Jack, my dad, was a free-spirited person. After mom’s affair, he never showed any negative emotions in front of me and Chloe. Just like now, even though he had lost the house, he was excitedly arranging my room in the newly rented apartment. “Emma, dad will give you a good life.” I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. After all, I knew that right now, mom was dating that man in what used to be our family home. I’m sure Chloe, locked in her room studying, was still in the dark about it. I smiled at dad. I said, “Dad, Emma will make you proud too.” Compared to living in a family where I would be constantly slut-shamed, having a kind dad and an open-minded stepmom should make it pretty hard not to make them proud, right? 0

Two years passed quickly. This year, mom first announced her new relationship on Instagram. At the same time, she also proudly showed off her wedding ring, sweetly writing: “First year with Mr. Chen.” Yes, this man named Daniel Chen was mom’s affair partner from back then. However, she had left a long enough gap, so friends and family all congratulated her after the announcement. Including my sister Chloe. Chloe shared mom’s post, writing proudly: “Uncle Daniel is so nice, in a few days I’ll be calling him dad.” I couldn’t help but sneer. Uncle Daniel was indeed very nice. He had a respectable job, and people’s evaluation of him was always that of a righteous and steady gentleman. His students often praised him online. In my previous life, when I first met my stepdad, he showed a very likable and friendly demeanor, and interacted with me very appropriately. Of course, he would also gently guide me to change my bad habits, acting every bit the good teacher and helpful friend. How could such a good man not raise a well-mannered young lady? Chloe was overjoyed and specifically sent me a message to show off. “Sis, you know about Uncle Daniel, right? He even helps me with my homework. My final exam ranking has risen to the top ten in the class. You’re probably still around twentieth, aren’t you?” “Oh, by the way, the other day I saw dad dating a woman. People say when you get a stepmom, you get a stepdad too. Are you scared?” I coldly looked at the text she sent. In the end, I still didn’t tell her – Your beloved and admired Uncle Daniel is actually a habitual sexual harasser of students. So do you think he’ll spare you? 0

In my previous life, I met a senior student. Coincidentally, the senior knew my stepdad Daniel. The senior told me that stepdad was her high school math teacher. But in her senior year, he mysteriously resigned. “Do you know what everyone was saying about him?” she asked. I nervously asked the senior, “What?” So the senior lowered her voice: “He harassed female students and was fired.” At that time, I was so shocked I couldn’t even speak. This matter weighed on my mind, making me feel suffocated every day. Finally one day, I decided to talk to mom about it. Unexpectedly, mom didn’t take my side. She immediately called stepdad over. Stepdad pointed at my nose and scolded me for having ulterior motives. “Emma, haven’t I been good to you these past few years? Is this how you repay me? Do you have a conscience?” I shook my head helplessly: “I don’t have bad intentions, I just think mom and I have the right to know the truth.” Hearing this, stepdad smashed the teacup on the coffee table with a “bang”. Blood seeped from his fist as he gritted his teeth and said to me: “The truth? The truth is that I was falsely accused back then! I voluntarily resigned to clear my name, otherwise how could I still be a professor now?” After he finished, he took a deep breath and looked at mom: “It seems your daughter has never considered me family. I think it’s time to reconsider our relationship.” That day, mom slapped me twice. Stepdad slammed the door as he left, and mom cried all night in the living room. I didn’t know what I had done wrong. But mom still said those words that made me feel like I had fallen into an ice pit: “Emma, apologize to your stepdad, or don’t come back to this home!” I looked at mom in disbelief, crying as I returned to school that night. With the help of my senior, I contacted the victim of the sexual harassment incident from years ago. In the end, it was verified that it had indeed happened. My stepdad Daniel Chen was truly a hypocrite with the face of a gentleman. The reason he acted so righteous in front of people was nothing more than to win a good reputation. In Chloe’s eyes, I was receiving a quality education from a distinguished professor and strict mother, walking upright and sitting properly, which is why I could marry a good man. But she didn’t know. During the seven years of living with my stepdad, I had to endure almost daily slut-shaming from him and mom. Now, Chloe, are you about to experience it too? 0

I met Aunt Holly. Dad sat nervously and shyly beside her as he introduced her to me: “Emma, this is your Aunt Holly. We just met recently. You’re grown up now, and dad doesn’t want to hide this from you.” I looked at this fashionably dressed woman in front of me. In my previous life, I had only met her a handful of times. Apart from seeing her once at her and dad’s wedding, most of the time my stepdad wouldn’t let me see her. The reason was very bizarre. Stepdad said with disgust: “That woman doesn’t look like a good person. Our Emma should have less contact with her.” But on my birthday, Aunt Holly waited for me at the school gate and gave me a set of branded cosmetics. I remember it clearly, Aunt Holly with her big wavy hair and thick red lips, patted my head and said: “Emma has grown into a young lady. Take Auntie’s gift, I hope you’ll become even more beautiful in the future.” That day was also the happiest day of my 18 years as a girl. Unfortunately, when I got home, this set of cosmetics was discovered by my stepdad. He said: “Wearing makeup at such a young age, are you trying to attract men’s attention?” The psychological shadow from my previous life still made me afraid. But Aunt Holly seemed to sense my emotions. She spoke first, warm and sincere: “Emma, you’re so pretty. Auntie likes you, do you like Auntie?” Me: “…” Dad laughed sheepishly and patted Aunt Holly: “What are you doing? You’ll scare my Emma. She’s slow to warm up to people, we need to take it slow.” After saying that, dad stroked my head and gave me a reassuring look. Actually, I could see that dad had been watching my reactions the whole time. But dad is human too, he needs companionship and love. And Aunt Holly is not a bad person. So the next second, I smiled at Aunt Holly and said: “Auntie, you’re very pretty too. I like you.” I saw that dad and Auntie were both stunned. Dad’s eyes turned red, and he lowered his head to eat a couple bites of food. Aunt Holly, overwhelmed with emotion, took out an exquisite box from her bag. “Emma, I won’t say those polite words for our first meeting. This is a gift Auntie prepared for you, do you like it?” I took it and opened it. What met my eyes was actually – a set of lingerie. I held back my sobs. Memories suddenly flashed back to my previous life, the third day after stepdad came to our home. At 13, I was just beginning to develop as a girl. Not thinking much of it, I hung my freshly washed underwear on the balcony. But stepdad suddenly came to me with a dark face. He threw the underwear at me: “Emma, I’ve only been living with you for a few days, shouldn’t you be more careful?” 0

To others and Chloe, it seemed I had lucked out with a once-in-a-century good stepdad. He always looked at me with righteousness, never overstepping as a stepdad, and worked hard to strictly educate me for my future. But if they knew that I could never appear at home with exposed wrists and ankles, what would they think? Even more terrifying was that mom was lovesick. Stepdad’s voice caught mom’s attention. She came out of the room, and the first thing she saw was the underwear on me. Stepdad pointed at me, as if he had found backup: “Emma is not a little girl anymore, how can she still be so careless? Hanging such private clothing openly on the balcony, what will others think of me? I’m a professor!” I was bewildered as I processed stepdad’s words, momentarily speechless. And I thought mom would help me. She definitely wouldn’t blame me. Unexpectedly, after hearing stepdad’s words, mom also turned her resentful gaze towards me. Then, she launched her first humiliation against me. “Emma, put away your dirty things!” “Is this how I taught you? If I see you displaying these things again, don’t blame me for getting physical!” I stammered, wanting to speak, but didn’t know how to defend myself. I was just a 13-year-old girl! What kind of things are these things? Now that I have a stepdad, do I not even have the right to wear underwear? Am I that indecent? That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I even started to be brainwashed, wondering if I had really crossed a line? So from then on, I avoided public areas when drying my clothes. I thought, this way stepdad and mom wouldn’t be uncomfortable, right? But it wasn’t like that. Similar things kept happening over the next ten years. When I had my period and went to the bathroom frequently, stepdad saw the tissues I threw in the trash can and made a fuss, calling my mom to look. He accused me: “Who told you to put these things here? What will I think when I see them? Emma, you really have no manners!” Mom chimed in: “You’re a girl! Girls should know how to respect themselves. Your uncle is a professor, isn’t it disgusting for him to see these things?!” I talked back at the time: “Mom, you’re a woman too, and so is uncle’s mother. Tell me, what does this have to do with self-respect?” The next second, a loud slap landed on my face. This slap was actually from stepdad. I covered my face, tears gushing out. Mom just watched, unmoved.

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On the day my ex-husband, the renowned perfumer Leo, announced his engagement, we crossed paths again at an upscale nightclub. Five years had passed. He had become a millionaire, while I, driven by financial desperation, had taken a job as a companion at the club. To humiliate me, his fiancée offered $20,000 if I would compete with a dog for food. Leo watched me bend over, his lips curling in disdain. “So, this is the ‘better future’ you spoke of? Becoming a nightclub companion for others’ amusement?” “Amber, thank you for the favor of abandoning me. Looking at you now makes me sick to my stomach.” What he didn’t know was that I was in the final stages of kidney failure. Five years ago, when he was on the brink of death, I had given him my kidney. Now, swallowing my pride and enduring humiliation, I was only trying to secure a decent final resting place for myself. As I woke up, I stared at the blood-stained sheets, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. While I was clumsily trying to clean the bloodstains, my phone vibrated. It was a message from the funeral home manager: “Ms. Amber, the plot you’ve chosen is almost ready. We just need the final $20,000 payment to process the paperwork. If you’re sure about it, please make the payment soon.” This plot was the final resting place I had chosen for myself. After replying, I changed into my uniform for the high-end club where I worked and prepared to leave for my shift. A few days ago, I had been hired as a companion at this upscale establishment. Although the job wasn’t respectable, I had no choice if I wanted to save up $20,000 quickly. Little did I know that as soon as I walked into the club’s lobby, I would hear a familiar voice. I looked up to see Leo and his fiancée, Bianca, standing not far away. My heart clenched, and I instinctively wanted to avoid them. But Bianca deliberately called out loudly: “Isn’t that Amber? So you work here now? What’s your number tag? Let me see.” I lowered my head, not wanting them to see the expression on my face. Bianca, however, was relentless. She grabbed my arm and read out my number tag loudly: “250! Haha, what a fitting number.” Leo’s face grew increasingly grim. “Amber, how did you end up like this?” I gritted my teeth, not wanting to appear weak in front of them. But Bianca didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath: “Amber, I heard the income for companions here is pretty good. With your looks, you must make at least $5,000 a day, right?” The onlookers burst into laughter, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart. But I knew I couldn’t cause a scene here. “Bianca, what do you want?” I asked. She smiled slightly. “Nothing much, just want to give you an opportunity.” She then pulled out a check from her pocket and waved it in the air. “$20,000. If you’re willing to perform a little act with my pet dog, this $20,000 is yours.” My heart skipped a beat, and a wave of humiliation washed over me. But looking at that check, I felt conflicted. Leo, standing nearby, had contempt in his eyes. “Amber, are you really willing to give up your dignity for money?” With a pang in my heart, I turned to Bianca. “Fine, I’ll do it.” Leo looked at me, his eyes full of disappointment and disgust. “Amber, you still make me sick, just like before.” He turned and left. Bianca dragged me to a private room and placed a dog bowl in front of me. She then mockingly smiled, “Come on, eat up. Don’t disappoint me.” With trembling hands, I reached for the food in the bowl. Suddenly, Bianca grabbed my hair and shoved my face into the dog bowl. My face pressed against the bowl, humiliation and anger nearly made me lose my mind. “Haha, Amber, you’re such a waste of space,” Bianca laughed out loud and released her grip. After a while, I finally raised my head. Wiping the food residue off my face, I felt utterly hopeless. “What’s with that look? Not happy about it? Want me to say sorry?” Bianca exchanged glances with her friends, their faces filled with undisguised mockery. Leo sat there with a dark expression, silently drinking. Seeing this, Bianca’s eyes flashed with jealousy, and she stood up, ready to humiliate me again. But this time, Leo stopped her. He grabbed my arm and coldly left the room.

A loud noise came from behind, and I knew it was Bianca venting her frustration. When we reached the end of the hallway, I quickly shook off Leo’s hand. He let out a cold laugh, his tone full of contempt. “So this is the bright future you talked about?” “Amber, you abandoned me when I was on the brink of death, all for this job as a companion. You really had foresight, didn’t you?” Five years ago, Leo had fallen seriously ill, with both his kidneys infected by a virus. Without telling him, I had myself tested for compatibility and, surprisingly, I was a match. Without hesitation, I chose to donate my kidney. But I had a severe rejection reaction, losing ten pounds in just three days. The doctor said I wouldn’t last a year. To prevent Leo from experiencing the same pain as me in the future, I staged a scenario to trick him into divorcing me. But unexpectedly, I’ve managed to hold on for over five years. After I broke Leo’s heart, he met a benefactor who helped him become a top perfumer. He also established himself in the entertainment industry and fell in love with the famous star, Bianca. They had just announced their engagement yesterday. Snapping back to reality, I gave Leo a bright smile. “You’re right, the money comes fast. It suits a gold digger like me.” “Leo, congratulations on your engagement to Bianca. I wish you a happy marriage.” As soon as I finished speaking, Leo raised his hand and slapped me. His eyes reddened, and the air around him grew heavy. “This is for the me who once dreamed of growing old with you. Amber, get lost. I never want to see you again.” I suppressed the urge to cough and used all my strength to stand up, but the medical report in my pocket accidentally fell out. Leo picked it up first. After reading it, his brows furrowed. The next second, he slapped me again. “You knew I was coming today, so you deliberately prepared a fake medical report, didn’t you?” “Amber, you’re wrong. Even if you died in front of me, I wouldn’t shed a single tear for someone like you.” Hearing Leo’s words, my heart felt like it was being stabbed by countless needles, making it almost impossible to breathe. But I still managed to nod, forcing a smile that looked worse than crying. “It’s good that you think that way.” With that, I turned to leave. But before I could take a few steps, my vision suddenly went black, and I collapsed to the ground. In the last moment of consciousness, I vaguely felt that leaving like this wouldn’t be so bad. At least I wouldn’t have to see Leo’s eyes full of disgust anymore.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, feeling a wave of panic. If Leo were to find out about my condition, all my previous efforts would have been in vain. I tried to get up, but my body felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead. Just then, I saw Leo come and sit down in the chair next to the bed, looking at me with a complex expression. The disgust and contempt were gone from his eyes, replaced by an indescribable complexity. “You’re awake,” Leo’s voice was soft, with a hint of barely noticeable concern. I was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered and managed a smile. “Yes, I’m awake.” Leo frowned slightly. “Why did you suddenly faint? The doctor said you have severe hypertension.” My heart tightened, but I quickly calmed down. “Oh, I might be too tired lately, not getting enough rest.” Leo clearly didn’t believe me. He stared at me, his eyes filled with inquiry. “Amber, what are you hiding?” “Was that medical report really fake?” I panicked a bit but tried to stay calm as I explained, “Of course it was fake. What, don’t tell me you’re having old feelings for me and want to get back together?” Just then, Leo’s phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID, his brow furrowing slightly, but he still answered the call. Bianca’s voice came from the other end of the line, with a hint of crying. “Leo, where are you? Are you still choosing her?” Leo looked at me, a flash of hesitation in his eyes, but he quickly soothed her in a gentle voice, “No, don’t overthink it. I just came to check on her, after all, she was once my wife.” Bianca on the other end clearly didn’t believe him, her voice becoming more agitated. “Leo, don’t lie to me. Just tell me, do you still love her?” Leo was silent for a moment, then said, “Bianca, I love you. Only you. Don’t overthink it, I’ll be back soon.” I closed my eyes tightly, not wanting to hear him profess his love to Bianca. After Leo hung up the phone, he still didn’t leave. We stared at each other for a long time, neither of us speaking. After a while, I was the first to look away. “What do you mean by this? Didn’t you say you were leaving? Why are you still sitting here?” “Amber, have you regretted it in these five years?” Leo stared at me calmly. “We were together for seven years. If it wasn’t for that illness, I never would have believed that you would be the type to abandon me at the critical moment of life and death.” Back then, I had given my heart and soul to Leo, so after our abrupt divorce, he fell into severe depression for a time. At this moment, my nails dug deep into my flesh, and only the intense pain allowed my nervous emotions to calm down. “I won’t regret it, Leo. When love is gone, it’s gone. Why are you so insistent on asking me for an answer?” He slapped me, Then turned his back, tilting his head to wipe away his tears.

My heart ached terribly, but I could only watch Leo. Five minutes later, Leo regained his usual calm demeanor. As he was leaving, he said softly: “If that’s the case, then rest well. Consider it my charity. I’ve already paid the hospital bills, so I’ll be going now.” I opened my eyes and managed a smile. “Thanks for your charity. You should hurry back, don’t keep Bianca waiting.” Leo looked at me, a flash of complexity in his eyes, but he ultimately turned and left. Just then, my phone suddenly vibrated, followed by a bank notification sound. I picked up my phone and looked at the numbers on the screen, a cold smile forming in my heart. It was the $20,000. Bianca had indeed kept her promise. Immediately after, a friend request popped up. After accepting it, Bianca immediately sent several photos – intimate pictures of her and Leo. In the photos, Leo was smiling brightly, his eyes full of happiness. Looking at these photos, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. Then Bianca’s message came through: “I know what you’re thinking. Now that you see Leo’s successful, you want to come back and leech off him, right? Have you no shame?” I stared at the screen, my hands trembling slightly, feeling a mix of emotions. I wanted to refute her, to say that I never intended to disturb Leo’s life. But I also knew that it all meant nothing now. Then I took a deep breath and, in a self-destructive manner, saved each of these photos. Tears blurred my vision without me realizing it, and I tried hard not to let them fall. Perhaps due to the shock, a sudden, intense pain gripped my stomach. I curled up on the bed, clutching my stomach, cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. Then, a mouthful of fresh blood gushed from my mouth, once again staining the sheets red. A nurse, hearing the commotion, quickly ran over. Seeing me vomiting blood, her face changed, and she hurriedly supported me. “Ms. Amber, what’s wrong? Hang in there, I’ll call the doctor right away.” “Wasn’t it just hypertension? Why are you vomiting blood now…” Worried she might tell Leo, I quickly waved my hand and said weakly, “It’s nothing, I’m fine.” The nurse clearly didn’t believe me and said anxiously, “How can you be fine when you’re vomiting blood? I’m going to call the doctor.” I grabbed her hand and shook my head. “Really, there’s no need. I know my own body.” Hearing this, the nurse didn’t insist further, but looked at me with concern in her eyes. “At least let me help you clean up.” I nodded, allowing her to wipe the blood from the corners of my mouth. After she finished, I took out my phone and sent a message to the funeral home manager: “I’ve made the final payment. Let’s do the handover in a week.” After sending the message, I felt another wave of dizziness, my vision went black, and I passed out again. As I lay on the hospital bed, my consciousness gradually fading, I faintly heard the nurse’s anxious voice. She seemed to be on the phone with someone, her tone full of worry. “Mr. Leo? This is City Central Hospital. I’m the nurse in charge of Ms. Amber. Her condition is very bad right now. Can you come over?” My heart tightened. That nurse had indeed told Leo about my condition. I wanted to stop her, but my body felt drained of all energy, and I couldn’t even muster the strength to speak. Not long after, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open. I thought Leo had come, and my heart filled with panic. However, the person who appeared at the door was Bianca.

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The plane plummeted rapidly. Amber Rose, Caleb Anderson’s first love, had a heart attack from the shock. I stopped Caleb from unbuckling his seatbelt and snatched the medicine from his hand to throw to her. But she still ended up being the only fatality in this plane malfunction. Afterwards, engagement, marriage, pregnancy – everything fell into place smoothly. Until I had complications during childbirth and was struggling for my life on the operating table. Caleb, now Chief of Surgery, watched me slowly lose consciousness with an expressionless face. “Olivia Parker, now you know how terrifying it is for a patient when someone stands by and does nothing?” It turns out he had hated me all along. I opened my eyes, reborn. This time, I let Caleb unbuckle his seatbelt. “Go on, fulfill your duty to save lives!” The plane was plummeting rapidly. Screams and cries erupted throughout the cabin. Except for Caleb, no one noticed Amber clutching her chest and quietly begging for help. The cabin announcement was playing: “The plane is experiencing technical difficulties. Please fasten your seatbelts…” Caleb raised his hand to unbuckle his seatbelt. He was ready to sacrifice his life without hesitation. If I hadn’t accidentally discovered a photo of Caleb and Amber kissing before I died in my past life, I probably would have thought Caleb was just acting on his professional ethics as a doctor. But in reality, he just couldn’t bear to let his first love die here. At that moment, the plane was shaking violently. People who weren’t wearing seatbelts were even thrown high into the air before crashing back down, their heads bleeding. Worried he would get hurt, I desperately tried to stop him from unbuckling his seatbelt and threw the heart medication in his hand to Amber. I said, “Caleb, you need to ensure your own safety before you can save others!” In the end, the plane malfunction resulted in 1 death, 5 severe injuries, and 8 minor injuries. Amber died. The night the news came out, Caleb proposed to me. He said we had been through life and death together, hand in hand. I was so touched that I burst into tears. But when I confronted him with the photo of him and Amber, he angrily pushed me, pregnant, down the stairs. All the deep affection vanished in an instant. Only intense, bone-deep hatred remained. “Olivia Parker, you’re a doctor too!” “Have you never had nightmares all these years about watching a patient die right in front of you?” I was rushed to the hospital with severe bleeding. As I lay on the operating table desperately struggling, the doctors were slow to arrive. Only Caleb, now Chief of Surgery, entered the room. He watched me slowly lose consciousness with an expressionless face. “Olivia Parker, now you know how terrifying it is for a patient when someone stands by and does nothing?” “You selfish woman, you’ve finally experienced Amber’s pain.” “How wonderful.” After ten years of marriage, there was not a trace of pain or pity in his eyes. His venomous gaze pierced me like a sharp blade, wounding me all over. Living this life again, I stepped aside to let Caleb go save Amber. He said with disgust, “Olivia Parker, thankfully you didn’t stop me this time, otherwise—” My heart skipped a beat. Had Caleb… been reborn too?

Amber was extremely lucky this time. After taking the medicine and receiving CPR from Caleb, she slowly regained consciousness. But Caleb’s luck wasn’t so good. Without his seatbelt on, he was thrown high into the air by the violently shaking plane and hit his head, immediately losing consciousness. He had multiple fractures all over his body as well. Especially his hands. He became one of the severely injured. After three days in the ICU, Caleb was moved to a regular ward. The doctor said he was in a deep coma and if he didn’t wake up within seven days, he would become a vegetative patient. Mrs. Anderson wailed and screamed at the hospital, blaming me for not taking good care of her boyfriend. She lunged at me and grabbed my clothes: “This is a disaster! He’s my only son, I raised him with such difficulty!” “Olivia Parker! If anything happens to Caleb, you’ll have to pay with your life!” I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. Caleb’s father had passed away early, leaving his mother to raise him alone. But Caleb was very successful, a top student since childhood. He later went straight to graduate school and got his PhD, sailing smoothly through life. Mrs. Anderson always thought her son was heaven’s chosen one, and no one was good enough for him, including me. Even though my mother was the hospital director and my father was a big shot in the medical field, even though Caleb became Chief of Surgery within just a few years of graduating thanks to my family’s influence, Mrs. Anderson still thought I wasn’t good enough for her precious son. A crowd had gathered around us, with many people taking out their phones to record. Not far away, the door to the ward was pushed open by a woman wearing a mask and covered from head to toe. I recognized that figure even in my dreams. I grabbed Mrs. Anderson’s hand and pointed at Amber. “Mrs. Anderson, if you’re looking for someone to blame, it shouldn’t be me.” “That woman over there is Caleb’s precious darling. He unbuckled his seatbelt to save her, and now he’s in a coma!” Amber’s movements froze. When she heard this, she turned to run. Mrs. Anderson rushed over and slapped her hard across the face. The mask and hat were all violently torn off, exposing Amber’s face to the cameras. “Amber Rose, it’s you!” Mrs. Anderson scratched Amber’s face: “If my son doesn’t wake up, I’ll kill you!” “Are you crazy?!” Amber let out a shrill scream. The angelic face was filled with impatience and anger. “I didn’t beg your son to save me. He chose to be a simp and rushed over recklessly when he saw I was uncomfortable!” “It has nothing to do with me?!” “I even came to see him out of kindness. With your attitude, forget it!” Amber fled in a panic. Mrs. Anderson collapsed to the ground, her face full of resentment.

Mrs. Anderson followed me into the ward: “Anyway, I don’t care. You all share responsibility. If Caleb doesn’t wake up, you’ll all have to take care of him and me…” I rolled my eyes and glanced at Caleb’s condition on the hospital bed. Still no improvement. His face was bruised and swollen, almost unrecognizable. I wonder how he would feel if he knew that Amber, whom he had tried so hard to protect, had actually said such things. Unfortunately, he was in a coma now and couldn’t know anything. I clicked my tongue in regret, about to turn and leave, when suddenly I saw a thin, transparent human form sit up from the bed. I was so startled that I stumbled backwards, stepping on Mrs. Anderson’s foot. “What the hell, why are you stepping on me?” Mrs. Anderson angrily shoved me, her hand passing through Caleb’s soul. She couldn’t see him. I didn’t dare look directly either, only daring to observe the soul’s state from the corner of my eye. I saw Caleb first shocked, then panicked, and finally, he ran in front of me and waved his hand. “Olivia Parker, can you see me?” I could even hear him speak. Could it be because I had been reborn? I pretended not to see or hear him. Caleb sat back down by the bed with a disappointed look, muttering to himself. “Where’s Amber? I wonder how Amber is doing.” “This time, did I manage to protect her?” “Why hasn’t she come to see me?”

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During Memorial Day weekend, Lucas suggested our family take a road trip to Yellowstone National Park. I said it was too dangerous to go to such a remote area without a professional guide, and we should go somewhere else. Mom thought I was ruining Lucas’s excitement. She slapped me across the face and told me to go if I wanted, or get lost if I didn’t. In the end, our family still hit the road. That night, we encountered someone blocking our car. I warned Dad not to open the door, but he called me selfish and forced me to open it. Outside was a bear-man, and it immediately clamped its jaws on my arm. Instead of saving me, Mom pushed me out with all her might. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Lucas suggested going to the wilderness. I warned them again, but Mom still told me to get lost. Alright, that’s exactly what I was waiting for. “Wash my clothes and iron them properly when they’re dry,” Lucas said as he walked past me, kicking my basin with his foot. Water splashed onto my feet, making me shiver from the cold. That’s when I truly felt that I had been reborn. Lucas walked into the living room where Mom and Dad were sitting on the couch watching TV. He plopped down casually and suggested, “Dad, let’s drive to Yellowstone for Memorial Day. My classmate went during spring break and said it was amazing.” “We already promised Grandma we’d visit her in the countryside this year,” Dad said with a troubled expression. “What’s fun about the countryside? Come on, Dad. We just got a new car, and we’ve never taken a road trip before,” Lucas whined to Dad. I watched this scene, feeling a bit dazed. It was the same in my previous life. Lucas pestered Dad about going to Yellowstone because his deskmate had gone during spring break and bragged about it every day. As Dad was hesitating, Mom came out of the bedroom. She had a face mask on and frowned when she saw I hadn’t finished washing the clothes. “Aria, you’ve been washing these two pieces of clothing all morning. When are you planning to do the dishes?” Hearing this, I quickly sped up, hung up the clothes after washing them, and then went to the kitchen. Mom thought doing housework would ruin her hands, so she never did any. Dad was afraid of trouble and good at using technology. So we had a dishwasher and a washing machine, but as long as I was home, I wasn’t allowed to use them. When I finished washing the dishes and came out, Mom and Dad had already agreed to the plan of driving to Yellowstone. Lucas was excitedly browsing items to buy on his phone. Seeing this, I asked, “Where are we going for Memorial Day?” Mom said, “Yellowstone. You’re lucky. If it weren’t for Lucas, you wouldn’t get to go to such a nice place.” I kindly reminded them, “I read online that it’s best to avoid such remote areas. Even experienced explorers can get into trouble.” Lucas immediately became unhappy. “Mom, look at her. She’s always ruining the mood.” Sure enough, just like in my previous life, Mom raised her hand and slapped me. “You think you’re so smart? Go if you want, if not, then get lost.” My face stung from the slap. I held my cheek and thought for a few seconds. Then I started to act crazy. I swept everything off the coffee table with one hand, sending glass cups crashing to the floor. “I’ve had enough! You tell me to go, but I won’t!” I had always been the obedient punching bag at home, so this outburst startled all three of them. Taking advantage of their shock, I ran back to my room to grab my backpack and headed for the door. As I reached it, Mom finally reacted, her voice loud. “Aria, if you have the guts to leave, don’t come back!” I didn’t look back, slamming the door shut with a thunderous bang. Once outside, I couldn’t help but smile. After this scene, even if I wanted to go, Mom and Dad probably wouldn’t let me anymore.

Luckily, our high school required students to live on campus. It was Sunday, the day to return to school. I stayed out until 5 PM before going back. Lucas and I went to the same school. During evening study hall, I went to find him to ask for this week’s allowance. When I got to his classroom, Lucas was bragging to his classmates about going to Yellowstone for Memorial Day. “My parents have already bought everything. I’ll take photos for you guys. This time I’m going further than Tim.” Tim was Lucas’s deskmate, who supposedly went to Yellowstone this month. Hearing this, Tim said, “You can’t go further than me. My dad said we reached the boundary. Going any further would be dangerous.” Lucas raised his chin arrogantly, “That’s because your dad’s not capable. My dad used to be in the army. He can kill a wolf with his bare hands.” I remembered from my previous life that we drove to a place in Yellowstone where there was a sign warning that going further would be very dangerous. Dad was hesitant and didn’t want to continue. But Lucas wasn’t happy and said his classmate had gone that far, so he had to go further. So Mom pressured Dad to keep driving. Dad drove for a while but then couldn’t find the way back. We had entered in the afternoon, but by nightfall, we still didn’t know how to get back to the main road. That’s when we saw someone waving at our car. Dad, who had been looking for a way out all afternoon, felt hopeful and stopped in front of the person. The person started knocking on our windows. Mom and I were sitting in the back, and Dad said to me, “This must be a local. Aria, open the door for the man. We can give him a ride and he can show us the way out.” I remembered reading in a book that if you encounter someone waving in a remote area, you should never stop. Because in this situation, there are only two possibilities. One is that it’s a real person, but in a place with nothing around, a real person you encounter is either a robber or a fugitive. The other possibility is that it’s a bear-man, which are very clever and can mimic human actions. The person outside kept knocking on the window but didn’t speak. I felt the second possibility was more likely. I told Dad about this and said, “Let’s just drive away.” Usually, whatever I said, Lucas would argue against it. This time was no exception. Lucas said, “Aria, do you have some kind of paranoia? There aren’t that many bad people in the world.” Mom poked my head with her fingernail, “You think you’re so smart after reading a few books? You think you have better judgment than us two adults?” Dad also frowned in the front seat, “Just open the door when I tell you to. Why so much nonsense? Open it quickly.” I didn’t want to. Mom reached over me, cursing as she opened the door herself. The moment the door opened, a furry big head thrust in. My arm suddenly hurt terribly as it effortlessly dragged me out. Up close, I saw it was indeed a bear-man. “Dad, Mom, save me!” The bear had my arm clamped tightly in its jaws. The pain made my whole body tremble, but I still struggled desperately. But how could human strength resist a bear? Amidst my screams, Mom quickly closed the door. The bear threw me straight up into the air, and I fell vertically to the ground. I felt like all my bones were shattered and my nerves severed. The bear bit open my stomach with one bite. Mom and Dad drove away.

Thinking of this, I felt as if I could still feel the bear-man tearing at my flesh. My legs trembled slightly. Until someone tapped me on the shoulder, I was finally freed from the terror. Looking up, I met Lucas’s sullen face. “What do you want?” I held out my hand, “Give me this week’s allowance.” Lucas and I were only a year apart, but we were well-known throughout the school. I was in the top ten of my grade, while Lucas was dead last in his. Every pair of Lucas’s shoes cost over a thousand dollars, and all his clothes under the school uniform were designer brands. Meanwhile, I wore the same pair of shoes all year round and only had four outfits to rotate. At first, Mom and Dad said they’d give us each fifty dollars a week for living expenses. But fifty dollars wasn’t enough to live on at our school, so I skipped dinner every day, ate just an egg and a glass of milk for breakfast, and two steamed buns with some chili sauce for lunch. Lucas lived much better than me, ordering stir-fry dishes in the cafeteria every day. When I saw this and asked Mom about it, she scolded me, “You don’t focus on your studies, always comparing yourself to your brother. How could I possibly give him money?” I asked her, “Then why does Lucas eat stir-fry dishes in the cafeteria every day?” “His friends must be treating him,” Mom sneered. “Your brother has many friends, unlike you who doesn’t have a single one.” I felt so wronged at the time. Was it that I didn’t want to make friends? It was that I had no time to make friends. Whether it was holidays or weekends, I always had endless housework to do. I barely had time to do my homework. Later I found out that Mom really hadn’t given Lucas extra money. She had just pre-loaded five thousand dollars onto his meal card, and would reload it whenever it ran out. Lucas said, “Mom and Dad didn’t give you any.” I asked, “Then what am I supposed to eat?” Lucas sneered, “How should I know? That’s what you get for talking back to Mom!” I knew it would be like this. It was the same before. Whenever I did something that made Mom unhappy, she would directly cut off my living expenses. Sometimes she even threatened not to let me go to school. I always thought Mom wouldn’t be so heartless and always held onto a glimmer of hope for her. So every time I would compromise and do whatever she told me to do. But what did I get in return? She pushed me out of the car without hesitation and didn’t even look back as they drove away. After I died, Mom stared out the car window for a long time. But she said to Dad, “It’s good that she’s dead. Now no one will say our Lucas isn’t as good as his sister.” That’s when I realized my family had no feelings for me. Whether I ranked first or was obedient, Mom only cared about Lucas. Seeing Lucas’s smug expression, I felt a bit disgusted but still asked him for money, “If they won’t give it to me, you give it to me.” Lucas’s face changed immediately, “Why should I?” “If you don’t give it to me, I’ll tell Mom about you chasing that girl in your class.” Lucas had been pursuing a girl in his class, and everyone knew about it. But the girl wasn’t blind and wasn’t interested in a mama’s boy like him. After my experience in my previous life, I realized that Mom wasn’t just favoring her son over her daughter – she hated all females. She didn’t just dislike me; she disliked all girls who appeared around Lucas. Once before, when another girl was pursuing Lucas and the family found out about it, Mom went to the school and hit that girl, calling her nasty names to her face. When Lucas heard this, he immediately became anxious. He grabbed my collar and raised his fist at me, “Aria, who gave you permission to talk to me like that? Say it again and I’ll beat you to death!” I looked at him fearlessly, “You’re already threatening to beat me to death, so I might as well tell. Besides, Mom calls me every day to ask about you anyway.” Lucas’s expression changed, and he finally let go of me, blurting out a curse. In the end, he took out fifty dollars from his pocket and threw it on the ground. I said coldly, “I want a hundred.” Lucas cursed at me under his breath and took out another fifty. He pointed at my face and warned, “Don’t you dare say a word more.” Although I had a hundred dollars now, I still didn’t dare spend it carelessly. But life was a bit better than before. At least I dared to order a plate of potato strips for lunch. I remembered that in my previous life, school continued until the Monday of the following week, and we started the holiday on the 30th. When Mom and Dad found out about this, they specially took two days off in advance and picked us up from school on the afternoon of the 29th to drive straight to Wyoming. This week, Mom hadn’t called me to ask about her son’s situation. I thought that no matter what, she wouldn’t take me along. But on the afternoon of the 29th, the teacher called me over and said my parents were waiting for me at the gate. I reluctantly and slowly went out of the school gate. This time, Mom was sitting in the front passenger seat, and Lucas was in the back. “Aria, what are you dawdling for? Get in the car quickly. We’ll hit traffic soon,” Dad shouted at me. I opened the car door and got in, “Didn’t you say you weren’t taking me?” Dad said, “We’re a family. We should do everything together.” But Mom sneered beside him, “You treat her like family, but does she treat you like family?” I expressed my thoughts again, “I don’t want to go.” Mom got annoyed and bared her teeth at me, “Don’t push your luck. Go when I tell you to go. Say another word and I’ll hit you.” When Mom said she would hit someone, she really would. I once had three ribs broken by her. So every time she bared her teeth, my whole heart would tremble. I didn’t dare say anything more. Lucas let out a nasty laugh beside me. The car quickly left the school, getting further and further away as we looked back. We were about to get on the highway. I thought and thought, and finally came up with an idea. “Ouch, ouch!” I clutched my stomach and started yelling, “Ah! My stomach hurts!”

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For years, our relationship was a secret. Finn Foster was a dazzling superstar, while I was his invisible little assistant. I accompanied him from obscurity to nationwide fame, and now he was embarking on a global tour. I arrived in the foreign country a day early to arrange everything for him. But upon landing, he received news of an earthquake. Fearing I might take the last available seat, Finn left without a word. He stole the car I had reserved and successfully rebooked a flight to escape, all without saying a single word. As the earthquake approached, I desperately messaged Finn, demanding to know why he had cut off my escape route. But my messages sank like stones in the sea. Taken advantage of by traffickers in the chaos, they stuffed me into a dumpster where I suffocated to death, harvesting all my useful organs. Just before I died, the screen of a nearby phone lit up with the latest message. “I’m home safe. Hope you’re okay.” 0 I died. On Finn Foster’s 27th birthday. A long, agonizing pain enveloped me, every minute and second before death was torture. An unfamiliar street corner in a foreign land. A dark, cramped dumpster. Rotting, foul-smelling garbage. And my corpse. My body had been hollowed out. Hollowed out in the physical sense. They had dug out my kidneys, liver, corneas… Yet left behind a gray heart. I thought, if a heart could truly stop beating from heartbreak, My time of death would have been two and a half hours earlier. The moment Finn abandoned me alone at the epicenter and left by himself. He really did keep that promise. “Zoe Lin, after I turn 27.” “I won’t care whether you live or die.” I withdrew my thoughts and floated towards the sky. After the earthquake, the world looked devastated. People came and went, not noticing this stinking dumpster. They would even cover their noses and walk away with frowns. This was fine too, no one would see me. That sight would scare them. Not far away were some friendly Asian faces, I floated towards them. Several girls huddled together in a corner, holding handfuls of photo cards. The white lightsticks in their hands emitted a dim glow, like scattered stars. They were Finn’s fans. At this moment, the girls’ faces were streaked with tears, their beautiful makeup ruined. I saw a wandering soul floating above them, a woman in her 40s. She hovered anxiously around their heads. She looked at one of the girls, muttering incessantly. “Sweetie, why didn’t you listen to mommy?” My heart ached a little. “Finn, you’ve let everyone down.” 0

At 3 AM, my body was discovered. The finder was a middle-aged foreign woman. She seemed too hungry and couldn’t help but come to the dumpster to find food. I’m really sorry, there’s no food here, and I scared her. She collapsed on the filthy ground and screamed. The dumpster lid was opened, the phone screen still lit. The screen was frozen on the chat with Finn. “You stole the car I reserved?” “Why?” “You knew about the earthquake beforehand, didn’t you?” “Finn, if you do this, I’ll die.” There was a two-hour blank in between, the timeline of my dried tears. In the last second before my heart stopped, I saw his reply. “I’m home safe. Hope you’re okay.” Seeing that cold message again still hurts. Oh, that’s right. I don’t have a heart anymore. The middle-aged woman shakily got up and took my phone. Then, she disappeared into the alley. I felt a bit sad, but comforted myself. If my phone could help her, that’s not bad. Only, Finn would never be able to contact me again. I think, if he knew, I wonder how happy he’d be. I stared blankly at my own corpse in the dumpster. If Finn doesn’t come, no one will claim me. 0

I floated towards home. In the suburban villa, Finn was writing a song on the couch. His expression was indifferent. Just like the photo on the TV cabinet. That was our only photo together. He wrote songs, washed up, and went to bed as usual. Until the next day, he still had no intention of contacting me. Seeing no breakfast in the kitchen. He frowned. I always used to get up early to make porridge for him. He irritably ruffled his hair, opened a food delivery app, glanced at it for a few seconds, then casually tossed his phone aside. There was a noise at the entrance, it was Sophia Baker, a popular young actress. She was also Finn’s dream girl. “Finn, I made you some porridge.” Sophia wore a pure white dress, her smile innocent and lovely. Finn finally showed a rare smile. “Isn’t Zoe here?” “Is she throwing another tantrum and not coming back?” Hearing this, Finn’s expression darkened. “Why mention her?” “It’d be better if she died out there.” My nose stung. Even though I was dead. Hearing these words, I still wanted to cry. “Finn, your wish came true.” “I really did die out there.”

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Amidst a room full of distinguished guests, my fiancé snatched away my bridal bouquet. He then dropped to one knee, proposing to my sister, who accepted with tears of joy. The wedding suddenly had a new bride, and I became the laughingstock of everyone’s gossip. But then, Lucas Reed, Hong Kong’s golden boy, stepped in with a marriage contract, boldly proposing to me. After our wedding, Lucas showered me with affection, and I once again opened my heart. On the night of my birthday party, I pretended to be drunk and fell asleep in Lucas’s arms. As people discussed how much one could truly love another, I heard him say, “I married the sister my true love despises the most, just to clear the path for her.” Every word fell like thunder in my ears. Nestled closest to his heart, I listened as he professed his love for my sister. I felt my blood run cold, as if plunged into an icy abyss. The room fell silent for a moment before erupting into a chorus of cheers. “As expected of the golden boy! Willing to share a bed with someone he doesn’t love for the sake of his true love.” “Mr. Reed is such a romantic, silently loving Chloe for so many years, even sacrificing his own marriage.” Lucas’s voice was low but tender: “As long as Chloe can be happy, I’m willing to do anything.” His friend teased, “I heard Chloe and Samuel are getting divorced. Doesn’t that mean you can rekindle your romance soon? When are you planning to come clean about your current situation?” Lucas paused before replying coolly, “Olivia can’t live without me. We’ll deal with this slowly.” “Don’t any of you mention this in front of her. I don’t want to see her make a fuss.” Everyone agreed, not daring to upset the golden boy. Someone, emboldened by alcohol, joked, “But Mr. Reed isn’t losing out either. A movie star must be quite the treat in bed.” Lucas chuckled, his fingers absently caressing my earlobe: “Indeed, she is.” I clenched my jaw, holding back tears. I had thought Lucas was my salvation from a bottomless pit. Little did I know, he was the knife cutting the rope. Seven years of marriage had become a joke. Be it Samuel or Lucas, they all loved Chloe. No one loved me.

As the party ended, Lucas personally carried me to the car. He quietly instructed the driver, “My wife is asleep, drive carefully.” Still attentive and considerate, he even lowered his head to nuzzle me gently, his breath warm against my ear. Half-lying in his arms, memories flashed through my mind like a slideshow. Years ago, Samuel Shaw, my childhood sweetheart, suddenly backed out of our wedding. Overnight, I became the laughingstock of all of Hong Kong. That’s when Lucas appeared with a marriage contract. He said he had just inherited his company and needed a stable, suitable marriage to help him establish his position in the group. At that time, disillusioned with love, I didn’t hesitate to agree to this arranged marriage. He gave me a grand wedding that stunned all of Hong Kong, with fireworks lighting up Victoria Harbor all night long. Originally determined to lock away my heart forever, I gradually softened to his unwavering devotion over seven years, opening my heart to him. Now I realized, what I thought was a jar full of honey was actually filled with poison. Immersing myself in it would have been fatal. “Honey,” I murmured, feigning just waking up. Lucas immediately adjusted me to the most comfortable position, letting me lean on his shoulder. “Baby, you drank so much. Are you feeling unwell? I’ll make you some hangover soup when we get home.” I clung to his arm, whining softly, “I was just happy today.” My voice was as sweet as ever. It was all an act, after all. If an amateur like him could keep it up for seven years, how could I, a professional actress, not manage? Lucas was clearly pleased, kissing my forehead lightly. “I have a new project coming up, so I might not be able to visit you on set often. Take care of yourself while filming.” “I’ll arrange for meals to be sent to the set regularly, and have your assistant make sure you eat everything… If you don’t behave… I’ll have to punish you…” Lucas’s suggestive hand lightly pinched my waist. I suppressed the urge to vomit and twisted away. “Stop it, that tickles…”

Late at night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I thought of the hidden safe in Lucas’s study, which I had never opened before. This time, it took me only a second to open it. Because I finally knew the password was Chloe’s birthday. Inside, contrary to my expectations, there weren’t any mementos of Lucas and Chloe. There was only one company seal. The company name on it struck me like lightning. It was a company I had no connection with, but its name was very familiar to me. Because all the movies, TV shows, and commercial projects Chloe had been involved in over the years were heavily invested in by this company. I had always been puzzled. Why did Chloe, whose acting skills were constantly criticized, have even better resources than me, a wealthy socialite? The mystery was finally solved at this moment. It was Lucas, always paving the way for her. Once, a famous director personally invited me to be the lead actress in his latest film. The script and creative team were all to my satisfaction. To prepare for this role, I cleared half a year in my schedule, worked out to build muscle, and endured a lot of hardship. I had expressed to Lucas more than once how important this project was to me. But he said, “Baby, why work so hard? Isn’t it better to stay at home and be Mrs. Reed?” However, before the film started shooting, the director, willing to pay me a hefty breach of contract fee, replaced me with Chloe as the female lead. It was this company with the mysterious legal representative that tripled the investment, snatching the role away from me for Chloe. I put the seal back in its original position and closed the safe. In the dark and silent room, my eyes were misty with tears. My phone chimed with a notification, the suddenly lit screen particularly glaring in the darkness. “Miss White, have you really thought this through?” “Yes.” It was time to exit their love triangle game.

The next morning, the company’s car came to pick me up for the set. Lucas personally saw me off, kissing the corner of my lips before I left. “Baby, take care and don’t work too hard.” I voluntarily reported my schedule for the day: “We’re shooting an explosion scene today.” Lucas paused: “Wasn’t that scheduled for next week?” “It was changed last minute. We’re changing locations in a couple of days, so this saves us from having to set up the scene again.” He hugged me again, completely oblivious to my probing: “Make sure all safety measures are in place. Be careful.” My heart sank. In the past, whenever I had to film dangerous scenes like explosions, car crashes, or wire work, Lucas would always make time to personally oversee the set. Time and again, he would check the safety measures himself to ensure my wellbeing. But now… With news of Chloe’s marital problems just out, he couldn’t even be bothered to pretend to care deeply anymore. If that’s how it is, I might as well step aside for these star-crossed lovers. During a break in filming, I spotted Lucas’s Rolls-Royce in the parking lot of the neighboring set. Remembering that Chloe was the lead actress for that production, I felt a sudden urge to see him one last time. This impulse drove me towards his car. However, only the driver and his assistant were in the car. Seeing me, they hurriedly got out, looking flustered. “Mrs. Reed, Mr. Reed went to the restroom…” But their eyes kept darting nervously towards Chloe’s trailer nearby. Understanding dawned on me. I walked up and knocked on the trailer door. It was Lucas who opened it. Behind him on the couch, Chloe’s hair was slightly disheveled, her buttons done up crookedly. Seeing me, Lucas panicked for a moment before quickly composing himself. “Olivia, I came to see you and happened to run into Chloe. We were just discussing some business.” I forced a smile: “Oh? What business do you have with my sister that you didn’t tell me about?” “Just some boring work stuff. You wouldn’t be interested,” Lucas brushed me off gently. I was about to speak when his assistant came running up with a work phone: “Mr. Reed, it’s an overseas call from our partners.” Lucas patted my head, coaxing me: “Wait for me a moment, I’ll be right back.” He took the phone and walked away. Chloe uncrossed her legs and sauntered over, looking smug: “Curious about what Lucas and I were discussing, aren’t you? Oh, Olivia, my dear little sister.” “His company is about to announce me as their new brand ambassador across all lines.” “Soon, the whole world will know that Mrs. Reed’s husband chose his wife’s rival as their spokesperson…” “Isn’t that like rubbing your face in the dirt?” “Olivia, just you wait. I’m going to take everything that belongs to you, one by one.” She flashed a bright, challenging smile. She lifted her hair, deliberately showing me the fresh kiss mark on her neck. Chloe and I are half-sisters, sharing the same father but different mothers. She was raised elsewhere until my mother passed away, and then our father brought her home. Once, I had hoped to have a good sisterly relationship with her, but she always hated me and refused to get close. “Olivia, I hate you. You and your mother stole my father, stole everything that should have been mine!” “Chloe, my mom married dad in an arranged marriage. She didn’t know he already had a pregnant girlfriend… My mom was a victim too!” “Shut up! If it weren’t for your mom, dad would have married my mother! You’d better remember, you’re not my sister!” Our father always felt he owed Chloe, and from childhood, he always told me to give in to her. Even when she publicly stole my groom at my wedding to Samuel, dad only scolded her briefly before directly changing the bride on the spot. I fell into self-doubt and even depression for a while. It was Lucas who pulled me out of that quagmire with his love and gentle care. Chloe repeatedly snatched away my resources. Lucas always advised me: “Just treat your acting career as a hobby. I’d rather you spend more time at home with me.” I felt incredibly sweet inside. Meanwhile, Chloe took on several roles I had originally been interested in, greatly increasing her national popularity. Thinking about it now, my rival in the entertainment industry wasn’t just Chloe. It was also my dear husband, who shared my bed but not my dreams. “Oh, by the way, Lucas came to give me a script. He’s investing in a new movie for me, hired the most famous director, the most luxurious creative team. We’re starting production soon.” She handed me the paper script from the table. The cover bore the title in large letters – “Redemption in the Clouds.” Flipping through a few pages, my heart began to tremble violently. On the computer at home, there was a script I had been polishing for seven whole years. It was adapted from my story with Lucas, recording the journey of our seven-year marriage, from strangers to lovers, every little detail. Now it had been handed over to Chloe as a gift from Lucas. I was about to question her when I saw Chloe flash a meaningful smile. Then she raised her hand and slapped herself hard twice on the face, messed up her own hair, and screamed loudly: “Ah—” “Olivia, what are you doing!” Lucas, who was about to step onto the trailer, rushed over at the sound. He looked panicked, not even glancing at me as he pushed me aside and rushed to Chloe, urgently asking: “Chloe, are you okay?” Chloe covered her face, her eyes brimming with tears, looking pitiful. “Lucas, I don’t know… I didn’t do anything, I just invited her in for tea, and she rushed over to hit me, calling me a slut…” Lucas looked up at me, his gaze cold and harsh in a way I had never seen before: “Olivia, I know you have hostility towards Chloe, but how could you hit her for no reason! Look at what you’ve done to her face, how is she supposed to film?” “There are paparazzi outside. If they catch wind of this, how do you plan to deal with it?” I stared straight at Lucas, my eyes red but without a single tear. I didn’t explain that I hadn’t hit Chloe. I only asked him: “Why did you give my script to Chloe?” Lucas’s eyes were cold: “What script? Didn’t I tell you not to be so utilitarian? It’s just a script, does it matter who films it? Didn’t we agree that you’d gradually step back from the entertainment industry and come home to be a wife and mother?” I turned away, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails nearly dug into my palms. All I felt was exhaustion and disappointment. Be a wife and mother? That would never happen now. Perhaps struck by the emptiness on my face, Lucas softened his tone: “Olivia, I’m sorry for losing my temper. I was just worried about the paparazzi twisting this story, which wouldn’t be good for you.” “After all, the fact that Chloe is your sister is already all over the news. You’re my wife, I don’t want people speaking ill of you.” He reached out to ruffle my hair, coaxing softly: “Go back to filming now. I’ll have lunch with you. Be good.” I nodded. Turning away, I let out a cold, mocking smile. Poor Lucas, having to juggle between two women.

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On the day Sophia and I got engaged, her first love committed suicide. To get revenge on me, she had me committed to a psychiatric hospital. Three years later, I escaped. I fear her, hate her, but I will never love her again. In the end, I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. She knelt before me, crying and begging me to seek treatment. 0 The day I escaped from the psychiatric hospital, it was snowing heavily. I was wearing the standard blue and white striped hospital uniform, which looked like prison clothes. My feet were in worn-out slippers. Shivering uncontrollably, I hugged myself tightly. With a heart full of hope, I ran back home. It had been so long since I’d been back; my parents must have been worried sick. I started running, but as my feet got too cold, I had to slow down to a walk. If it weren’t for a kind stranger who gave me a ride part of the way, I might have frozen to death. When I arrived home, there wasn’t a single light on. A sense of unease slowly crept over me. But I reassured myself that it was late, and my parents and brother must be asleep. However, after knocking for a long time, there was still no answer. I finally panicked. I started shouting with my hoarse voice, “Mom, Dad, it’s me, Liam! I’m back!” Remembering that the last time I saw them was during an argument, I felt a pang of guilt. That’s right, my parents had tried to convince me not to marry Sophia. “She never loved you, can’t you see that? And she’s a rich heiress. Liam, it’s not that we don’t approve of her, we’re just afraid she’s playing with your feelings.” How could I have believed them? I had a huge fight with them and left, declaring, “From now on, I’m not your son anymore.” Could it be that my parents were still angry? Just as I was thinking this, the door next to me opened. It was Mrs. Lin. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and the moment she saw me, tears welled up in her eyes. “Liam, why are you only back now? Your parents and your brother…” Seeing her hesitation, my head started pounding as if it had been struck, and I gradually lost my senses. Everything went black, and I passed out. 0

When I woke up, a familiar face appeared before me. It was her! It was Sophia. The one I couldn’t escape from in my dreams and thoughts. She was still as beautiful as ever, even more so than before. Her wavy hair, enchanting eyes, and that beauty mark under her eye that I once loved so desperately. But I was so frightened that I immediately shrank to the edge of the bed. I tightly closed my eyes, not daring to look at her. This face that I once loved more than life itself now terrified me to the core. “Hmph, what’s wrong? Not happy to see me?” Her voice was hoarse and alluring, with a hint of contempt. Of course. In the past, when I missed her, I would climb over the school wall just to find her. I would walk ten miles in the middle of the night just to see her face. I wasn’t afraid of pouring rain. As soon as she opened the door, I would hold her tightly. “I miss you so much.” “I just wanted to see you right away.” I used to love her to the point of madness. So now she thought I had come out just to see her. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” “Why did you escape?” I lowered my head and said cautiously, “I missed…” My voice was harsh from not speaking for so long. “You missed me, right?” “Three years, and you still haven’t learned anything.” Her tone was still as mocking as ever. I knew without looking that her brows were furrowed. I quickly shook my head. “No, no, I missed my parents and brother too much.” I looked up, my face covered in tears. “Can you tell me where they are?” Sophia was stunned. Her expression became a bit unnatural. “You should rest for now. After you’ve rested, I’ll send you back.” Back? To that hellish place. Where there were many men who would sneak onto my bed every night to molest and violate me. A mental patient who would throw hot soup in my face and call me a scumbag at the drop of a hat. And a group of people who would drag me in and beat me up from time to time. Too many to count. The horrifying memories from my mind suddenly overwhelmed me. I screamed, “No, I don’t want to go back, I don’t want to!” As I spoke, I retreated to the window. I looked at Sophia with pleading eyes. “Please, don’t send me back there, I’m begging you.” Sophia looked at me with some disgust. “Look at you now, not a bit of the obedient and sensible person you used to be.” Obedient and sensible? I used to be obedient too. But what did I get in return? When she told me to go west, I never went east. When she went to take care of her first love, Garrett, in the middle of the night, I didn’t say a word. But I endured it all, thinking I could finally get engaged to her. In the end, Garrett committed suicide. And I was the one who got hurt. I fell to my knees in front of her with a thud. “Please, Sophia, don’t send me back.” “I swear, I’ll never appear in your and Garrett’s world again to bother you.” She raised an eyebrow and looked at me, seeming to consider the sincerity of my words. But I had no reason to lie. Now, I truly didn’t love her anymore. What I had was fear, resentment, but never love again. 0

I don’t know why, but hearing me say this, Sophia seemed somewhat displeased. She waved her hand. “You should have learned your lesson after three years.” “If it weren’t for your provocation, Garrett wouldn’t have committed suicide due to depression.” “Three years was too lenient for you.” I nodded repeatedly. I was too tired to argue. At our engagement party back then, Sophia was indecisive, and after receiving Garrett’s farewell call, she broke down and left immediately. Before leaving, she slapped me hard. She angrily questioned me: “What exactly did you say to him? If it weren’t for our years of friendship, do you think you’d have a chance? Did you really think you were my husband? Let me tell you, if anything happens to Garrett, I won’t let you off!” But I didn’t do anything. Later, Garrett was rescued after a suicide attempt by slitting his wrists, and Sophia found screenshots of my provocative text messages on his phone. With those screenshots, she had me committed to a psychiatric hospital without a second thought. Even though I said a hundred times that I didn’t do it. She still looked at me with that expression of extreme disgust. “Not sending you to prison is already my mercy to you.” Her eyes were like knives, stabbing my heart again and again. She used to like me before. Before she met Garrett. She used to hate her father for having an affair and causing her mother’s death. She hated even more how her father was so good to that mistress’s child. But the moment she saw him, Sophia said to me, “I like him so much, Liam. Do you know what it feels like to have your heart skip a beat?” How could I not know? Every time I looked at her, my heart skipped a beat. Those words were enough to make me give up. But how could I let go? We had beautiful memories together and made firm promises. Not to mention that Garrett was her nominal brother. They couldn’t be together in the first place. So Garrett, who couldn’t marry her himself, wouldn’t let Sophia marry me either. Before that, Sophia had dragged me by the collar to Garrett’s hospital bed. She wanted me to kneel before him and apologize. I refused. I loved her, but as a man, I had my own dignity. This angered her. Garrett took advantage of Sophia’s absence when she went to buy porridge for him, and spoke to me with an arrogant expression. “She only loves me.” “Even if I can’t marry her, you can’t either. I’ll always be the only one in her heart. With just a crook of my finger, she’ll come running like a dog. You’re nothing but a pathetic substitute.” “You disgust me.” I was furious, and felt that Sophia’s true feelings were not worth it. “Is being the other man something to be proud of? You’re just like your mother. She stole Sophia’s father and destroyed their family. And you, having inappropriate feelings for your sister, happy to be the third wheel.” He glared at me fiercely, but suddenly changed his expression. Covering his face, he sobbed. “I know you don’t like me, Liam. I’ve wronged you. I’ll just go and die, so I won’t be an eyesore to you anymore.” I was sick of his act. He was better at pretending than any woman I’d ever met. “Then go ahead and die. This time, make sure to cut deeper.” I knew he didn’t really want to die; this was just another act. How could he give up the wealth and status he had now? But as I turned around, I met a pair of cold eyes. It was Sophia, who had returned with the porridge. She threw the porridge in my face. The scalding porridge burned my skin, causing blisters. But she didn’t care at all. “You’re so vicious, it makes me sick.” “It seems I’ve been too lenient with you before. Someone like you deserves to be sent to a psychiatric hospital.” Yes, I was sent there. Those three years not only cured my love sickness, But also gave me severe depression and insomnia. Now, just thinking about Sophia, seeing her, or having any contact with her would make me tremble uncontrollably. In severe cases, I would even pass out. 0

Sophia went to the company. I quickly found a phone and called my parents. But all that awaited me was the message that no one was answering. What had happened to my parents? Why did Mrs. Lin, the neighbor, cry? And why did Sophia seem hesitant to speak? I called my best friend next. “Hello, who is this?” Hearing his voice, I felt so moved I wanted to cry. When Sophia forcibly sent me to the psychiatric hospital, my phone was taken away. I tried to escape from that place countless times, but each time I was caught and brought back. Then they would give me stronger doses of medication. I would be in a daze for a long time before gradually regaining consciousness. I used to fantasize that Sophia would come to see me and take me out. As long as she could take me out, I would do anything she wanted, be her dog, or completely disappear from her sight. I had been tortured to the point of completely losing my sense of self. But I waited and waited, until I couldn’t wait anymore. My nose stung, and tears suddenly welled up in my eyes. My best friend Ryan was the person I missed most after my parents. “It’s me, Ryan. It’s me, Liam.” “Oh my God, Liam, you’ve finally shown up. Where have you been these three years? You don’t know how crazy your parents went looking for you.” “Later, they went to find Sophia, I don’t know what happened. When they came back, they were in a daze. Not long after, there was an accident… your whole family, your parents and your brother, they all died in that car crash.” “What?!” By the end, Ryan was choking up and could barely speak. It was like a bolt from the blue. Although I had a premonition, when the real news came, I still couldn’t accept it. Seeing that I remained silent for a long time, Ryan anxiously called my name. “Liam, don’t scare me. Where are you? What exactly happened to you?” The pain in my heart made it difficult to breathe, but at this moment, I couldn’t shed a single tear. I raised my hand and mechanically slapped my own face. Again and again. Until it was swollen and numb. “It’s all my fault. I killed my parents and brother.” I said mechanically. Endless regret overwhelmed me like a tide. But I could never bring my parents back. The one who should have died was me, so why did the retribution fall on my loved ones? Ryan said he was on a business trip out of town and told me to stay at Sophia’s house for one night. He would come to pick me up tomorrow. I agreed. I sat with my arms wrapped around myself from day to night. Not eating or drinking anything, feeling nothing. When Sophia came back, the sudden light hurt my eyes. “Why aren’t you resting? Were you waiting for me?” she asked. Her expression was unusually gentle. Sophia’s attitude towards me had never been good after that incident, and it only got worse. Only occasionally, when she was in the mood, would she show me a bit of kindness. I always gave her whatever she wanted, and even when she was in a bad mood and took it out on me, I didn’t mind. And the few times we shared a bed, she never faced me. I thought she was tired. Later, I found out that she simply didn’t want to look at my face. She would get up in the middle of the night to call Garrett. Comforting him when he was jealous. “You know I treat him as if he were you. When I’m with him, I never look at him directly.” At that moment, my heart felt like it had fallen into an ice pit. But I still believed that people’s hearts were made of flesh, and that over time, she would remember my kindness and fall in love with me again. But it was all just my wishful thinking. Sophia came closer, her breath on my face. Her voice was low in my ear, making my whole body tingle. “I’ve had a bit to drink.” She lowered her head, about to kiss me. But I quickly dodged. A flash of displeasure crossed her face. Her slender fingers gripped my chin. Forcing me to face her. “Playing hard to get, huh? Didn’t you used to beg me to kiss you?” I couldn’t bear to listen anymore. My stomach churned. I pushed her away and started dry heaving. She walked away, disappointed. “What are you pretending for? You used to do everything you could to seduce me into your bed, and now you’re rejecting me.” I smiled. “That’s right.” “But when you were with me, weren’t you always thinking of Garrett’s face?” Hearing this, her expression changed. First, she hurriedly explained, “That’s not what I meant, Liam.” Then, realizing she had misspoken, she coldened her face, “You eavesdropped on my phone call?” I patted my chest. Changing the subject. “What did you tell my parents when they came to find you back then? It led to them being in a daze and getting into a car accident.” I stared at her intently. She turned her head away. Speaking unnaturally, “I just told them you were sick and went to the hospital for treatment.” “Is that so? If that’s all, then why didn’t you let them visit me? Moreover, you knew very well that I wasn’t sick! Sophia, I loved you for ten years, starting from your freshman speech in high school. You know very well how I treated you during these ten years. If you were tired of me, I could have stopped pursuing you, but why did you have to kill my parents and my brother? He was still so young.” “If you hated me, you could have taken revenge on me. Why did you have to hurt them!” I cried out these words to her. My mind was on the verge of collapse. “I didn’t kill them! It was an accident! I know you’re heartbroken, but that’s no reason for you to go crazy at me.” “Just stay here and calm down.” “I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight.” Sophia threw out these cold words and left. What did she mean? Was she planning to sleep with me tomorrow? I let out a cold laugh. “Sophia, it’s been three years. You love Garrett so much, why haven’t you married him?” “Don’t tell me you’re still waiting for me.” “Or could it be that you actually have some feelings for me?” Sophia was stunned for a moment. She quickly denied it with a cold laugh. “Like you? How is that possible? Don’t dream on.” “It’s just that you’re not as clingy anymore, so I’m a bit less disgusted with you.” “As for you, having loved me for so long, I’m afraid getting over me won’t be so easy, will it?” I nodded, not answering. Indeed, it wasn’t easy. It was like being skinned alive. Seeing this, her expression showed a hint of satisfaction. Convinced that I still loved her. Pleased with my obedience and understanding, she nodded. She reached out her hand, patting my head as if rewarding a dog that comes when called. “If you had been this sensible earlier, I wouldn’t have sent you to the psychiatric hospital.” “If you can know your place and stop causing trouble for Garrett, I might consider keeping you by my side.” As if bestowing a favor. For the past me, staying by her side was my greatest dream. But now, it was the most terrifying curse.

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