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I had been in an intimate relationship with Henry for eight long years, but he still told others he treated me like his sister when introducing me. Just a few days ago, he married a woman he barely knew for a week. And he proudly posted their wedding photos on Instagram. The woman even left a comment, saying, “Love knows no limits, not even time.” *** We messed around in Henry’s bedroom all night long the day before he went on a business trip. “Aren’t you tired at all?” I bit my lip, looking at the man I had loved for eight years with fascination, hoping he would finish having sex with me soon. Or, at least, he should be a little more gentle. “I have a business trip tomorrow,” He said. Then Henry kissed my sweaty forehead and added with a smile, “Once I’m gone for the business trip, I won’t be able to be with you for a whole month. I just want to spend more time with you before leaving.” I was about to argue back, but he shut me up with a kiss, whispering, “My parents are back. Shh, be quiet.” However, he didn’t stop what he was doing.

My boyfriend and his so-called “sister” checked into a hotel and got caught during a prostitution sting operation. When I went to bail him out, he had hickeys all over his neck and was busy comforting her while she sobbed into her hands. “Her apartment’s lock broke, and she was so scared, so I stayed with her,” he said. If this had been before, I would’ve flipped out and demanded answers. But this time, I didn’t want to play the jealous, crazy girlfriend anymore. I calmly signed the release papers and didn’t say a word. My friend from the operation team asked, “Family?” I shook my head. “Just neighbors.” Then I looked down and texted my mom. [That arranged marriage you mentioned? Fine, I’ll do it. Give me three days, and I’ll come home.] —— When we left the station, Gwyneth Averill, still sniffling, climbed into the passenger seat of my car. I didn’t feel like arguing, so I started the car. Just as I put my hand on the wheel, she grabbed my arm. Except, she wasn’t looking at me. She turned to my boyfriend Gerard Morgenthal instead. “I’m scared. I don’t like riding in someone else’s car,” she said, her eyes filled with tears, her nose red. She looked like the very definition of helpless. I pulled her hand off me. “Then get out.” The air in the car instantly froze until Gwyneth’s tears spilled over, and she started crying. From the backseat, Gerard’s voice came sharp. “Yvaine, do you always have to be so harsh? You know she’s traumatized because of her brother’s situation. Can’t you just be a little considerate?” he snapped. “Get out. I’ll drive.” Before I could respond, he got out, yanked open my door so hard that it rattled, and let the freezing wind rush in. I shivered but didn’t move, just sat there and stared at him. The always-calm Gerard was suddenly rough and impatient. He actually unbuckled my seatbelt and dragged me out of the car. I stumbled, nearly falling to my knees, but managed to catch myself. Without looking at me, he slid into the driver’s seat and leaned over to gently touch Gwyneth’s hair. “Hush now. I’ll take you home first.” “Oh, Gerard, you’re so good to me!” Gwyneth said, throwing me a smug little look. Before he drove off, Gerard left me with one sentence. “You’re an adult. Figure out your own way home. I’ll be back after I drop her off.” I stood there, frozen, as their car sped away. Before they turned the corner, I saw that bitch lean over and kiss his cheek. Just then, my phone buzzed, and I picked it up with my fingers still stiff. “Sweetheart, did you see Glenn’s photo?” Glenn London—the guy my mom wanted me to marry. Tall and good-looking. On the other end, my mom sounded relieved. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re finally growing up. Your dad’s getting old. Over the years, he’s been furious about you running away from home. It’s good that you’re coming back.” I looked up at the insects buzzing around the streetlight, my thoughts scattered. I ran away all those years ago because I didn’t want this kind of life. Then I met Gerard, and for a while, I thought I’d hit the jackpot. Seven years. I stood by him through everything from nothing to something. But every time I brought up the future, he’d just say, “It’s too soon.” I had quietly terminated my pregnancies because of that. More than once. I was so naive, thinking his love alone would be enough. But now, I can’t take it anymore. In the end, I took a cab home. Gerard must’ve felt guilty because he came home not long after. He walked in just as I was packing my things. Clothes were out of my wardrobe—most of them stuffed into bags already. “Why are you packing your clothes?” he asked, looking uncertain. “Decluttering,” I said flatly, hoping he’d just take a shower. The cloying scent of perfume on him made me feel nauseous. He hesitated for a moment, not sensing anything amiss, and continued talking to himself.   “Well, losing it might not be the worst thing. When we get married, we can just buy another one. Or maybe even upgrade to a bigger place. What do you think?” Gerard sounded like he was seriously picturing our future. He kept sneaking glances at me, watching for a reaction. I noticed, of course, but I pretended I didn’t. Normally, I’d be over the moon—probably crying happy tears. But now? I didn’t feel like shedding even a single tear for him. My coldness killed his vibe. He could tell I was upset, but he wasn’t about to try and fix things. The fact he’d even made an effort tonight was rare enough. When he went to shower, his phone started buzzing nonstop. The noise was driving me crazy, so I picked it up and glanced at the screen. Gwyneth had sent him a bunch of photos—wedding photos of the two of them. Some in classic outfits, some in modern style. My chest tightened, the pain dull but heavy. So, this is how it was. His impatience was reserved just for me. I thought back to the time I’d excitedly dragged him to look at wedding outfits with me. But he bailed on me every single time. “It’s all the same. Just pick something,” he’d said. That frown of his is still burned into my memory. His impatience with me? That was real. And the tenderness in those dozens of photos? That was real, too. “What the hell are you doing?” Suddenly, steam rolled in as Gerard stormed out of the bathroom, snatching the phone out of my hand. He yanked it so hard that I fell onto the bed. “Do you not understand the concept of privacy?” His face was flushed from the hot shower, but his voice was ice cold, sending a chill down my spine.

I glanced down at my hand. His grip had left a scratch, and now it was bleeding. Honestly, even if he hadn’t caught me, I wouldn’t have scrolled any further. I’d already seen it all before—the thousands of flirty messages. I’d read them all one sleepless night, from midnight to sunrise. By the time I was done, my eyes were swollen, but I still had to fake being fine, pretending I’d just woken up. Who would’ve guessed? Seven years of being together, and our conversations were always just me—nagging, pleading, trying to spark something. Once in a while, if he was in the mood, he’d toss me an emoji as a reply. I was nothing but a clown. “Sorry,” I muttered, lowering my eyes. “I won’t touch your phone again.” He froze, caught off guard by my reaction. “Those photos… Gwyneth said trying on wedding dresses is exhausting, so I… I just helped her try some on. That’s all,” he stammered. “You know her brother passed away. I was just doing this for him. Don’t get the wrong idea.” I stayed quiet, letting him stumble through his pathetic excuses. Kurt, Gwyneth’s brother, had been Gerard’s friend. Back when Gerard was struggling to get his business off the ground, Kurt rushed to deliver a flashdrive to him but ended up in a car accident. He was rushed to the ER but didn’t make it. Before he died, he made Gerard promise to look after his sister. And Gerard kept that promise. He took care of her really well. What started as a distant concern turned into him involving himself in every little detail of her life. I sniffled. There were only a few days left before I left for good. I didn’t see the point in holding anything back anymore. “Don’t worry about me getting the wrong idea,” I said softly. “Honestly, if you and Gwyneth got married, I think it’d be a good match…” Before I could finish, his hand struck my face, the slap ringing out sharp and clear. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he yelled. “Gwyneth only sees me as her brother! Do you think she’s as cheap as you?” The sting on my cheek burned hot like fire. Yeah, Gwyneth isn’t like me. She didn’t throw herself at him like some cheap fling. Tears welled up in my eyes, but before they could fall, I caught the flicker of panic on his face. His tone softened. “I… I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.” For a moment, I wanted to tell him everything. “Gerard, I’m getting…” But his ringtone cut me off. He answered, and a woman’s voice echoed through the cold quiet bedroom. “G-Gerard! I had a nightmare! I dreamed about my brother… I’m… I’m so scared…”   “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m on my way now.” Gerard’s voice was anxious as he threw on some clothes he could find, ready to leave. Just as he reached the door, he paused like he’d remembered something. “What were you about to say earlier?” But I’d already tucked my emotions away. “Nothing. We’ll talk when you’re back.” The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed, his side untouched. With just a few days left before I was planning to leave, I went ahead and quit my job. Most of the clothes I packed last night were meant for donation anyway. I carried the bags outside to meet the delivery guy, but the noise across the hall stopped me in my tracks. The place was buzzing with workers hauling in brand-new furniture. Even in the crowd, my eyes landed on Gerard instantly. He had his arm around Gwyneth’s shoulder, directing the workers as they arranged the furniture. That attention to detail? Classic Gerard. When we moved in together, he did the same—took time off work to oversee everything personally. “Home should feel just right,” he’d said back then. But now, the home we shared barely had any trace of him left.

“Miss? Hey, Miss? Your shipping code?” The delivery guy’s voice snapped me out of it. The noise must’ve caught their attention too because before I knew it, as soon as the delivery guy left, Gwyneth came bouncing out. “Hey,” she began. “I’ve been having too many nightmares, so Gerard bought this place for me. We’re neighbors now!” She leaned in close, playing up the wide-eyed, innocent act. Her exaggerated blinking was almost comical. But I couldn’t bring myself to like her, no matter how hard I tried. I turned to leave, but before I could get far, she suddenly stumbled backward, as if some invisible force had shoved her. She crashed into a worker moving a cabinet and hit the edge with her lower back. “Ahhh!” Her cry of pain was laced with tears, and Gerard came rushing out at the sound. He immediately pulled her up, his hands gently massaging the spot where she’d hit. Concern poured out of him in waves. “Yvaine, can you stop acting like a jealous little girl?” His disbelief stung almost as much as his words. Gwyneth looked pale and started waving her hands weakly. “Gerard, don’t… don’t be mad at her. This… This is my fault,” she said. “I shouldn’t have moved in and caused trouble. I’m just… not supposed to be here.” “Don’t say that,” Gerard replied. “You’re my sister!” A headache pounded at my temples. Watching their little “family bond” unfold for the hundredth time was nauseating. Before I could close my door, Gerard blocked it with his hand. “Yvaine, apologize to Gwyneth!” I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Why the hell should I apologize for something I didn’t do?” “You’ve done worse plenty of times!” he shot back. I let out a bitter laugh. He always believed what he wanted to believe. Gwyneth, meanwhile, shook her head like a martyr. “Please don’t fight because of me. I’m sorry—it’s my fault I didn’t stand properly…” Gerard held her hand and glared at me like I was the villain. “I can’t believe I never saw you for what you are,” he said. “So petty, so vicious—you can’t tolerate even the smallest things.” His words cut deeper like a knife than I’d like to admit. But I still didn’t apologize. Gwyneth kept whining about the pain, so Gerard scooped her up and carried her downstairs. Watching his back as he walked away, I suddenly remembered I had to visit the hospital myself. My sleep had been a mess for ages. I couldn’t even pinpoint when the insomnia started. After going through bottles of melatonin, I finally decided to get some actual help. The hospital wasn’t too crowded today, and I got my prescription quickly. But on my way out, I saw them again. It wasn’t surprising, really—this was the closest hospital to our place. Gwyneth was in Gerard’s arms, cradled like a princess, while he carried her meds in one hand. People couldn’t help but stare as they passed, envy written all over their faces. “Look at her boyfriend,” I heard a pregnant woman say, elbowing her own man.   Gwyneth looked shy, but Gerard didn’t seem to care. We bumped into each other right at the elevator. I didn’t say much, but Gwyneth started fidgeting in his arms. Her face was bright red. “Gerard, put me down already.” Gerard frowned. “You’re hurt. Stop moving.” Then, out of nowhere, he turned to me. “What are you doing here? Are you sick?” I held up the bottle of medicine in my hand. “Just some insomnia.” He paused like he was thinking. “I’ll have my assistant pick up some lavender. Put it in the bedroom; it might help.” He was about to say something else, but the girl in his arms cut him off. Gwyneth let out a soft whimper like a kitten. The elevator kept going down—until suddenly, there was a loud bang, and it came to a dead stop. The lights went out. In the pitch black, I crouched down. My whole body started shaking. I’m terrified of the dark. Gerard didn’t forget. He called out to me. “Yvaine? Yvaine, are you okay?” I choked out a shaky reply. “M-Mm-mm.” “Gwyneth, get down for a second,” he said. “Yvaine’s scared of the dark…” But Gwyneth started sniffling softly in the corner. “But I’m scared too, Gerard! Don’t let me down…” Gerard didn’t say anything to me after that. His attention was all on her, soothing her in that gentle voice of his. Meanwhile, my palms were clammy, and my body wouldn’t stop shaking. This wasn’t the first time. Years ago, Gerard and I had been stuck in an elevator together. The lights had gone out, and we were stuck between floors. I was so scared I couldn’t even cry, just shook and broke into a cold sweat. Back then, Gerard had held me. He’s a neat freak and hates any kind of mess, but that day, he hugged me so gently. No complaints, no disgust. Just like how he was now—comforting Gwyneth. “G-Gerard…” I whispered. The darkness made me feel fragile; tears slipped down my cheeks. I found myself craving the warmth of his arms again. But then he shattered that small, stupid hope. He replied, “Gwyneth’s hurt…” I didn’t say another word. Just buried my head in my arms and stayed quiet. After what felt like forever, the lights flickered back on, and the elevator started moving again. As soon as we hit the first floor, I staggered to my feet and rushed out. When I got home, I was still in a state of shock. Mom had sent me pictures of wedding dresses to pick from, but I couldn’t focus on them. I just sat there, quietly watching the clock tick. I don’t know how long it was before Gerard came back. He walked in with a bouquet of lavender and a bag of takeout. I opened it. A container of lobster bisque. Gerard had forgotten I was allergic to shellfish. He didn’t even notice. He just muttered an apology. “You haven’t eaten yet, right? Eat this while it’s hot.” I opened the lid and drank every last spoonful. The hives broke out almost instantly, but I didn’t care. “Come back for dinner tomorrow,” I said. “It’s your birthday.” He froze, surprised, but then nodded quickly. I got up and went to take some antihistamines. Making a dish had never been my thing. The only thing I’m halfway decent at making is birthday spaghetti. But tonight, no matter what I did, it kept turning out wrong. I didn’t want to waste it, so I forced myself to eat the failures. I kept an eye on the time. Once Gerard came home and had his birthday dinner, I’d leave. For good this time. But he never showed up. Instead, he called. “Gwyneth burned her fingers while cooking. I need to take her to the hospital,” he said. “You go ahead and eat without me.” His lies have always been terrible. My main Facebook account couldn’t see his updates anymore. But my alternate account? It showed everything—a photo of him and Gwyneth standing by a cake, streamers floating in the background and frozen mid-air, and two of them smiling and holding hands. “Hello? Hello?” Gerard’s voice brought me back. He was still on the phone. I just let out a slow, shaky breath. “It’s… It’s okay. No rush.” Then, from my alternate account, I liked his post. I tossed the spaghetti straight into the trash. Gerard doesn’t love me anymore. Letting him go would probably make him happier anyway, so I dragged my suitcase out of the house. On the way, I put together all the evidence of Gwyneth and Gerard’s years of flirting and posted it on my main Facebook account. Plenty of our mutual friends would see it. If I’m leaving, well, I’m not leaving quietly. Before the plane took off, I sent Gerard one last message. [Happy birthday. Goodbye.] I didn’t even bother saying it was over. Seven years of being together with no commitment—there wasn’t much to break up in the first place. Even the abortions didn’t mean anything to him—just collateral damage in his mess of a life. Right before I turned my phone off, the calls started flooding in, and I accidentally picked up one.

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I, Gardenia Wilson, had harbored a secret crush on Carlos Harper for ten years, and he had been fed up with me for just as long. Finally, one day, we slept together, and I left two hundred dollars behind. He was humiliated and furious, searching everywhere for me. But I had already vanished without a trace. I avoided him for three whole years until my father passed away, leaving me an orphan. Carlos’s parents told me, “From now on, our home is your home, and Carlos is your brother.” I looked at Carlos, whose face twisted with rage the moment he saw me, and called out sweetly, “Brother!”

After graduating high school, my parents Everett Welch and Maggie Welch abandoned me, Vivian Welch, and took their adopted daughter Camille Welch on a seaside vacation. Unfortunately, they encountered a typhoon, and all three perished. When the news reached me, I neither cried nor panicked. I quickly canceled their identity information, withdrew the death insurance I had purchased in advance, and successfully obtained a hundred million dollars in compensation. My fiancé Aiden Curtis cursed me out, saying I only cared about money. But he didn’t know—I had been reborn. In my previous life, the moment I learned of Everett’s, Maggie’s, and Camille’s deaths, I cried until I fainted multiple times. Not only did I voluntarily take on the massive debts they left behind, but I also gave up my chance to attend college, working multiple jobs to pay off their debts, all to keep the house that creditors were eyeing. During that time, Aiden stayed by my side, encouraging me and cheering me up when I returned from late-night delivery runs, yet he never actually spent a dime to help me. On Christmas when I was thirty-five, I had paid off all debts at the cost of destroying my health. I was completely exhausted, prematurely aged. On my birthday, I only bought myself a cheap little cake to celebrate. Just as I was about to light the candle, the door was pushed open. Everett, Maggie, and Camille, who should have died in the typhoon, walked in wearing haute couture suits and gowns, looking down at me with arrogant smiles. “You did well. Now we believe you’re not someone who only cares about money. You passed the test and are qualified to become the true eldest daughter of the Welch family.” “Camille, thank goodness you came up with such a brilliant idea.” Camille smiled faintly, approaching with poise and nobility, and gently blew out my candle with one breath. The only bit of light in my twenty Christmases was extinguished. The heart disease caused by years of overwork suddenly struck, and I died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment when they were about to head to the seaside despite the typhoon. Without a word, I quietly purchased massive accidental death insurance policies for them. In this life, I only wanted them to disappear from this world completely. “Vivian, if you had been more ruthless back then, you could have convinced them to stay. Why wouldn’t you cut your wrists or go on a hunger strike to force them to stay?” “In the end, you’re just too selfish. You never truly considered your family’s safety. This mess is entirely your own doing!” Listening to Aiden’s scolding, I opened my eyes in the darkness. The day when Everett and Maggie would fake their deaths with Camille, forcing me to abandon my studies and shoulder massive debt, had finally arrived! The corners of my mouth lifted uncontrollably. Seeing me smile instead of cry, Aiden was momentarily stunned. “Are you scared senseless? Your parents are dead, how can you still smile!” Without even glancing at him, I rolled over and pulled out the massive commercial insurance policies I had purchased for the three of them yesterday from under my pillow, clutching them tightly to my chest as I laughed until tears came. In my previous life, Aiden had ranted and cursed at me just like this. He said that as Everett and Maggie’s daughter, I should have anticipated the risks and risked my life to stop them from taking Camille to the seaside. He also said I was too vicious, knowing that Camille’s grades weren’t as good as mine, yet I still fought tooth and nail to get high scores. If I had scored lower, Camille wouldn’t have thrown a tantrum, and Everett and Maggie wouldn’t have insisted on leaving me behind for her sake. In short, everything was my fault. I was only eighteen then, living in the ivory tower of campus life. His words filled me with such guilt that I resolutely gave up my studies and shouldered ten million dollars in debt. I sold breakfast at dawn, delivered food during the day, and drove a taxi at night. My skin peeled from sun exposure, my hair turned yellow from malnutrition, and my palms were covered with calluses from constant labor. I cried countless times in the dead of night from exhaustion, but I didn’t dare stop, afraid of ruining the Welch family’s honor, afraid of seeing Everett’s and Maggie’s disappointed faces when I met them in heaven after death. But I never imagined that this entire absurd situation was just a “test” they had set for me. I was sick of this game of competing with Camille for their favor. Since you insist on faking your deaths, this time, I’ll personally send you to hell.

Opening the insurance policy, my fingers trembled as I traced over that astronomical figure. I said, “Hello, my parents’ and sister’s deaths have made headlines across all major news outlets. The total compensation is one hundred million dollars. Please transfer it to my account as soon as possible.” Across the table, the insurance company president’s face turned ashen, breathing heavily in rapid gasps. He said indignantly, “Damn it, you got so lucky, girl. You bought the insurance one day and Mr. Welch actually died the next. What rotten luck for me!” Though he cursed under his breath, he knew I had spent a fortune consulting professionals before purchasing the insurance. This policy perfectly matched the way all three died—swept away by the typhoon—airtight without any loopholes, so the insurance company had to pay out. Soon enough, one hundred million dollars was actually deposited into my personal account. I silently counted that string of zeros, nearly moved to tears. In my previous life, to save money, I went hungry and cold every day. To save on utilities, I couldn’t bear to turn on lights at night and used public restrooms in shopping malls to wash up, enduring countless dirty looks. As the eldest daughter of the Welch family, I was hit by a car while delivering food. Without health insurance and too reluctant to go to the hospital, I could only buy a roll of tape from a roadside store, wrapping it around my torn wound and praying it would heal. The wound got infected, and until my death, I walked with a limp. Aiden seized the opportunity to call off our engagement, leaving me completely alone, yet I still felt guilty, thinking I had dragged him down. A tear fell onto my phone screen, and I couldn’t tell if it was from hatred or from relief. Sniffling, I strode out of the insurance company, only to run straight into Aiden, who had been following me. His eyes showed surprise as he stepped closer, reaching out to grab my phone. He said, “Vivian, your parents just died, and instead of arranging their funeral, you’re here at the insurance company. Don’t you have an ounce of conscience? I remember your parents never bought insurance from this company. Let me see how much they paid out.” I immediately turned off my phone screen, ducked into a taxi, and slammed the door shut. I said, “Hello, to the Civil Affairs Bureau, please.” The driver sped off, leaving Aiden behind. I walked upstairs with light steps, went straight to hand over all the documents, and said with tears in my eyes, “My parents and adopted sister have all passed away. I’m here to handle the paperwork.” The staff member immediately understood: “Oh, you’re from that family in the newspaper headlines these past few days, right? Oh my, poor child, you finally got into a good college and then this happens. Your parents really shouldn’t have done that, leaving behind such a wonderful child like you to rush into a typhoon with their adopted daughter. Weren’t they just gambling with their lives?” Her eyes full of pity, she muttered while quickly processing my paperwork. As all the information was entered into the system, Everett, Maggie, and Camille completely lost their legal identities in this world. I kept my head down, desperately trying to control the corners of my mouth from turning upward. Just as I received the certificate, a furious shout came from behind me: “Vivian, what are you doing?” Aiden stepped forward and snatched the certificate from my hands. After just one glance, he trembled with rage. He said, “Who gave you the nerve to file death certificates for them? How is Camille supposed to go to college now?”

The tears on my cheeks hadn’t dried yet when the staff member, who already sympathized with me for losing my parents, immediately stepped in front of me. She said, “What are you yelling about? Vivian’s parents and adopted sister all died in the natural disaster. She’s here to handle the death certificates, and she’s in more pain than anyone. As her friend, instead of comforting her, you dare to make a scene here. If you keep this up, we’ll have you escorted out immediately!” Aiden’s curses got stuck in his throat. His face turned red with anger as he pointed his finger straight at me: “I never thought you could be so cold-blooded and heartless. The funeral hasn’t even been held yet, and you’re already rushing to get death certificates. I was so wrong about you!” I leaned against the staff member and flashed Aiden a provocative smile: “So what are you going to do about it?” Aiden’s expression instantly froze, panic flashing across his face. He glared at me fiercely, then turned and hurried away, obviously going to make a phone call. I didn’t need to guess who he was calling—Camille. Camille was Everett and Maggie’s most beloved daughter, the one who took everything from me in my previous life. Too lazy to care about whatever they were plotting behind the scenes, I hummed a little tune as I contacted the funeral home, opened the doors of Welch Villa, and held a lively funeral without any bodies. Just as the funeral began, several burly men with tattooed arms and menacing expressions barged in. The leader grabbed me by the collar, lifted me up, glared at me viciously, and threw out a stack of IOUs. He said, “You’re lucky you didn’t die in that typhoon, but if you don’t pay back what the Welch family owes, you won’t be so lucky next time.” In my previous life, I was intimidated by these men, and with Aiden’s manipulation, I tearfully acknowledged this ten-million-dollar debt. But this time, I didn’t hesitate to bite down hard on the hand gripping my collar. I said, “This is my parents’ funeral. Please leave if you’re not involved. We can discuss business later.” The man yelped in pain from my bite, flew into a rage, and slapped me hard across the face. He roared, “You really are as shameless as Mr. Welch said. Look clearly—I’m your family’s creditor!” I covered my stinging cheek and glanced coolly at the IOU: “Ten million dollars? Do you think I’m an idiot?” Seeing my fearless attitude, their intimidating presence immediately weakened by half: “What do you mean? It’s written clearly on this IOU!” Indeed, the IOU had everything—date, amount, signatures, even Everett and Maggie’s handwritten signatures. But I simply refused to acknowledge it. I said, “If you can produce bank records showing ten million dollars in transactions, I’ll naturally pay up after reviewing them.” Hearing this, they gasped. Of course they couldn’t produce any records, because this IOU was completely fake. Everett and Maggie had already conspired with them to put on this act, planning to split the money fifty-fifty once it was paid! My hard-earned money from years of work had all turned into jewelry and handbags for Camille, becoming her bragging rights in overseas social circles. After a moment of silence, the leader spoke again: “What records? We gave them cash.” I laughed mockingly: “Really? Then please show me the withdrawal records for ten million dollars in cash. Don’t think I don’t know how much ten million dollars in cash weighs. Are you crazy, carrying that much money around to lend to people?” These men were instantly stumped. I coldly raised the corner of my mouth and gestured for them to leave. Just then, an angry roar came from the doorway: “Vivian, you unfilial daughter!” The person rushed over quickly, reaching me almost instantly, and delivered two harsh slaps that left blood trickling from the corner of my mouth. I narrowed my eyes and looked coldly at the newcomer. The people who arrived were none other than my parents. I said, “Mom, Dad, I’m dealing with these opportunistic debt collectors here. Why are you angry? Wait, how are you still alive? Aiden personally brought back news of your deaths and published your obituaries through both newspapers and online channels. What’s going on here?” This barrage of questions left them frozen mid-swing, their raised hands suspended in the air. Everett stammered, “We… this…” “Vivian, shouldn’t you be happy that Mom and Dad are safe? Why are you interrogating them the moment you see them?” Camille gracefully stepped forward, her casual remark instantly getting them off the hook. Everett and Maggie quickly nodded in agreement. Everett said, “That’s right, we did encounter a typhoon. Fortunately, Camille kept her cool and saved us during the storm.” I remained silent, quietly observing the three of them. They truly were a family – even staging their own deaths to test me was orchestrated so meticulously. They lied without batting an eye, their expressions never changing. Maggie looked around and covered her nose in disgust. “Clean up all this mess right now, then apologize to Camille. This is absolutely revolting!” Everett also looked displeased. “Vivian, your behavior has disappointed us greatly. Go to the civil affairs bureau and restore our identities. How can I manage the company without proper identification?” Camille smiled as she helped them sit down, then turned to me. “Go on, Vivian. Are you unhappy that we’ve come back from the dead?” I stood my ground, motionless. “Sorry, but legally speaking, none of your three identities exist in the domestic system anymore. And Dad, you don’t need to worry about the company because after your ‘death,’ I became the primary heir and officially became the company’s new shareholder.” The moment I finished speaking, the entire memorial hall fell into deathly silence. Everett took a deep breath and clutched his chest. Maggie’s face contorted with rage, her eyes practically shooting flames, as if she wanted to tear me apart immediately. Camille let out a shriek and quickly pulled out some medication. She said, “Mom, Dad, are you okay? Vivian, you b*tch, are you that eager? Everything in the Welch family belongs to me. Once Dad recovers, you’ll have to give back everything!” I crossed my arms and stepped back, coldly watching this family of three. “We’ll see if you have what it takes.” With that, I felt incredibly satisfied and happily took a sip of water. I felt this water tasted much better than the tap water I’d drunk from scavenged bottles in my previous life. Watching Camille and Maggie frantically help Everett to his feet, I reminded them before leaving, “Remember to go to a clinic. Hospitals won’t be able to treat you without identity information in the system.” Camille cursed angrily several times. My mind was focused on the house, car, and shares I’d just inherited, thinking about quickly transferring the assets. I had just gone upstairs when I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw Aiden’s menacing face. The next second, everything went black! When I woke up again, it was already broad daylight. My head was splitting with pain. As I struggled to get up, I discovered my hands and feet were tightly bound! On the sofa not far away, four people were having a loud discussion, not noticing I had awakened. “Camille, your idea was brilliant – it immediately exposed Vivian’s true nature!” “How dare she covet my property – she’s dreaming! Camille, don’t worry, I’ll force her to sign and return everything to you!” “Mom, Dad, you’re so good to me, but even if I have everything, I still can’t compare to Vivian getting into a good university.” “Don’t worry, we’ve already decided. After we deal with Vivian, we’ll give you her identity. Then you’ll not only be able to attend a top university, but you’ll also rightfully become the biological daughter of the Welch family!” Endless despair spread through my heart. I didn’t dare make a sound and could only quietly twist my body, crawling toward the kitchen, hoping to find scissors to cut my restraints. Carelessly, I knocked over a vase at the corner, making a loud “thud.” Everett and Maggie immediately became alert and came looking with Camille. Everett said, “Vivian, you thought you were clever, trying to take over everything in the Welch family. Since you failed the test, don’t blame us for being ruthless.” With that, his fists and feet rained down like hail, while Maggie’s high heels kicked directly at my abdomen. I desperately turned my head away, and my ear immediately felt searing pain. Camille still wore that noble smile, looking down at my miserable state with satisfaction. “Vivian, you can only blame yourself for being too greedy.” She handed the boning knife in her hand to Everett. “Dad, you’re not in good health. Use this, and be careful not to hurt your hand.” Everett, burning with rage, took the knife and raised it high. Just then, there was suddenly a series of violent knocks at the door. “Excuse me, is this Vivian Welch’s residence?”

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In my previous life, my boyfriend Allan Curtis’s friend Freya Murphy claimed to be blessed by divine protection and wanted to distribute sachets to ensure our team’s safety during the mountain climbing trip. I detected that the herbs in the sachets carried the scent that mountain wolves were most attracted to, so I immediately stepped forward to stop her, which saved our teammates from a wolf attack. However, Freya thought I was deliberately targeting her because I despised her sachets. As the team leader, she angrily broke away from the group in a fit of rage. We searched for her in the pouring rain. Someone broke their leg, someone got strangled by poisonous vines around their neck, and I got my shoulder cut open. It wasn’t until dawn that we found her body at the bottom of the valley. But Freya’s funeral became the place of my suffering. While everyone mourned her, their eyes unanimously glared at me with hatred. Allan was the first to attack, tearing off the bandage from his waist to reveal his still-unhealed wound. He said, “If you hadn’t stopped Freya from putting those sachets on us back then, none of this would have happened. How dare you show up at Freya’s funeral?” Everyone’s knife-like stares pierced through me. Suddenly someone shouted, “It’s all because of you that we ended up like this! Go die!” The next second, scalding hot water splashed toward me, and I was burned alive in that private room. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the mountain climb. ***** “I heard there might be wolf packs along this mountain trail, so I specially prepared little gifts for everyone.” Freya pulled out a large stack of exquisitely embroidered fabric pouches from her backpack, her face wearing a shy smile. “These are sachets I hand-stitched myself. With these, the wolf packs will stay far away from everyone, guaranteeing everyone’s safety.” Allan’s eyes lit up as he immediately picked up the conversation: “You guys might not know this, but Freya is a famous lucky charm. Last Christmas when our village had that big flood, her house was the only one that didn’t get damaged at all.” “Really?” someone in the group immediately exclaimed in amazement. “Of course it’s true.” Allan said with conviction, “Since childhood, wherever Freya is, things always go smoothly. These sachets she made will definitely bless us with safety.” Everyone cheered and scrambled to grab the sachets. “What’s inside these sachets?” a girl asked curiously. “It’s my special spice formula,” Freya explained gently. “I added herbs that ward off evil and disasters – all methods my grandmother taught me.” Allan proudly added, “Freya’s grandmother is the village’s famous witch. These are all real, effective secret recipes.” Everyone exclaimed in admiration again. Suddenly someone shoved me hard, and I stumbled, nearly falling. I turned around to see Allan’s disgusted expression. He said with disdain, “Lydia, what are you spacing out for? Come over here and help tie on the sachets.” I snapped back to reality, my fingertips trembling. I had actually been reborn! In my previous life, it was also on such a blindingly bright morning that Freya held those exquisitely embroidered sachets, smiling as gently as water. And I had exposed on the spot that those sachets contained herbs that attracted wolf packs, scaring everyone into throwing the sachets back at her. “Lydia, do you really enjoy targeting me this much?” Freya had glared at me with reddened eyes. After saying that, she turned and ran. By the time we found her, there was only a cold corpse at the bottom of the cliff. Ten days later at our group dinner, everyone bore more or less some scars left from the mountain climb. Allan said coldly, “If Freya’s sachets had been with us, we wouldn’t have gotten hurt at all.” Everyone looked in unison at me, who was completely unharmed, their eyes like poisoned daggers. I don’t know who made the first move, but in a fit of rage, someone splashed the hot pot oil from the table onto me. Someone said, “It’s all your fault! You were jealous of Allan and Freya’s good relationship, so you insisted on saying there was something wrong with Freya’s sachets. Not only did you cause us all these injuries, but you also got Freya killed!” Amid their curses, I died alive in that private room from severe burns. Recalling the tragedy of my previous life, I couldn’t help but shiver. Before I could fully come back to my senses, Allan had already roughly grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me over to help tie on the sachets. I reflexively struggled violently, trying to break free. Suddenly, my palm landed squarely across Allan’s face with a solid slap. The surroundings instantly fell silent. I steadied myself and sneered, “You’re so enthusiastic – why don’t you go help? Don’t even think about making me touch such cursed things.” Allan’s eyes widened as he grabbed my collar, “I’m having you distribute the sachets to let you absorb some good luck and save your life. Don’t be so ungrateful.”

I jerked away from Allan and sneered, “Keep that blessing for yourself—I don’t want it!” With that, I bent down to pick up my backpack that had fallen to the ground, ready to leave, but he grabbed me again. Allan said through gritted teeth, “You’re being way too petty. Do you really have to throw a tantrum right now? You’re completely wasting Freya’s good intentions.” Freya stepped forward at just the right moment, linking her arm intimately with mine. “Lydia, I know you have issues with me. But we’re in the middle of these deep mountains—if something happens to everyone without the sachets, I’d never forgive myself.” Someone in the group immediately chimed in: “Exactly! Stop being so unreasonable. We need to distribute the sachets and get moving.” Seeing my silence as I stared her down, Freya’s eyes instantly filled with tears. “Since Lydia finds them so disgusting, I won’t let these crude, shoddy things offend everyone anymore. I guess we’re all on our own.” Freya’s words undoubtedly stirred up everyone’s emotions, and the people around me immediately shot me disapproving looks. “Lydia, if you don’t want to survive, fine, but why drag the rest of us down with you?” “Yeah, Lydia, how can you be so selfish? Freya’s always been helpful, and you say things like that—do you have no conscience?” They forced me to back up several steps until my back hit the cold, hard bark of a tree. Now they all believed that having Freya’s life-saving sachets would help them avoid wolf attacks, completely ignoring what ingredients might be in those sachets. I didn’t want to argue and said flatly, “I just refused to help distribute the sachets—I never stopped you from taking them. Whoever wants to help her can go ahead. Why are you trying to guilt-trip me?” I pointed at my backpack scattered on the ground. “But since you knocked my stuff over, you need to pick it up. Otherwise, if I’m missing anything, I’ll just sneak into your tents at midnight to steal it back. Then none of us will survive!” Everyone was startled by my sudden fierce attitude. They muttered under their breath, calling me crazy, but obediently crouched down to gather my scattered gear. I picked up my backpack and left the group. In my previous life, it was because I desperately tried to stop them that they finally threw away the sachets and safely avoided the wolf pack—only to kill me, their savior, in the end. This time, I wanted to see just how lucky these idiots would be surviving a wolf pack without my warnings. I’d barely walked any distance when a full-grown wolf suddenly burst out of the bushes. I couldn’t dodge in time, and its claws raked three bloody gashes across my arm. Acting on pure instinct and the experience I’d gained from years of mountain climbing, I quickly drew a knife from my waist and slashed the throat of the wolf as it prepared to pounce. Blood splattered everywhere. Something was wrong. I’d walked this path three times before and never encountered a wolf attack. A sense of dread washed over me. Ignoring the searing pain, I quickly bandaged my wound and immediately checked my backpack. Sure enough, I felt a hard object in the side pocket—that damned sachet! Furious, I turned around to confront them. The group was still resting in the same spot, and when they saw me return, they started making mocking comments again. “Well, well, Lydia, why are you back? Don’t tell me you got scared after walking just a little way?” “What do you think this is, a hotel? Coming and going as you please.” “Seriously, what’s with the attitude?” I ignored their chatter and walked straight to Freya, throwing the sachet right in her face. “What the hell did you stuff in my bag? I told you I didn’t want it.” Allan immediately pulled Freya protectively behind him. “Lydia, what’s gotten into you? Freya was worried about you traveling alone and specially—” “Specially? What a special gesture!” I thrust my injured arm in front of Allan. “This is her special kindness!” Allan froze for a moment, then exploded, “You left the group on your own and got hurt—how can you blame Freya for that?” Others joined in: “Exactly! You completely wasted Freya’s good intentions.” “You’re incompetent, got yourself hurt, and now you’re blaming Freya. How vicious.” I was about to lose my mind with rage and kicked Allan to the ground.

Seeing this, everyone quickly pulled me away. “Lydia, you’ve gone too far. Freya worked all night making these for us, even pricking her hands.” “And you still want to frame her? Allan was just speaking fairly, and you attacked him out of jealousy. How can someone be so heartless?” I realized that no matter what I said, these people would never take my side. Even with my bloody wounds right before their eyes, continuing to explain would just be a waste of breath. I looked at the sachets hanging from their bags, and my heart suddenly tightened. The sky had already darkened considerably. If I kept following them, I’d probably encounter the wolf pack attack too, and by then it would be too late to escape. Staying alive was what mattered most. I didn’t want to argue anymore and turned to leave. But Allan had somehow gotten to his feet and grabbed me by the collar. He said, “Lydia, you think you can just walk away after framing Freya?” I struggled desperately, trying to break free from his grip, but Allan was taller and stronger than me—a solid, muscular man—and I couldn’t get away. I gave up, saying quietly, “I already warned her this morning not to give me her sachet, but she did it anyway. I got seriously injured because of it. The fact that I’m not calling the police to pursue her for intentional harm is already giving her face.” Allan was furious: “Freya gave you the sachet out of kindness, and you’re framing her. Mountain climbing is tough enough without you bullying and provoking her repeatedly.” I suppressed my anger, not wanting to continue the argument. But Allan somehow produced a wooden stick from nowhere and pointed it at me. He said, “You’d better apologize to Freya right now, or when this stick comes down, you’ll face the consequences.” I looked at him in disbelief: “I didn’t do anything wrong. Why should I apologize to her?” Allan’s expression grew even darker as he stepped closer: “If you don’t apologize to her, I won’t be so polite. You’d better think carefully about the consequences.” With daylight about to disappear completely, I was getting desperate. I could only swallow my grievances, look toward Freya, and reluctantly say, “I’m sorry.” Freya looked at me with a half-smile, her eyes full of mockery: “Your voice is so quiet, you must still be resentful. How about I apologize for you instead?” Allan quickly comforted her: “Freya, it’s not your fault. You don’t need to apologize to someone so heartless.” He turned back to glare at me, saying viciously, “Apologize properly and kowtow to Freya for forgiveness.” I endured the humiliation and knelt down, staring hard at Freya: “I’m sorry, Freya. I was wrong. Please forgive me.” As soon as I finished speaking, distant wolf howls echoed faintly from the mountains. My heart rate spiked, and I just wanted to escape immediately. At that moment, Allan finally released my collar and said smugly, “If you dare do this again, I won’t let you off so easily.” I didn’t dare argue back. I grabbed my backpack and ran, following the route I remembered, climbing over mountains and ridges without daring to stop for a moment. Meanwhile, the ground began to tremble slightly. I knew the wolf pack had sharpened their claws and were racing toward the hiking team at full speed.

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When I returned to the seventies, the first thing I, Nathalia Evans, did was find a pig and marry it. In my previous life, just as Myles Fisher and I were about to get engaged after ten years of love, my cousin Allison Evans specially gave me a bracelet to congratulate me. Since it was Allison’s thoughtful gesture, I wore it with me at all times. However, on our engagement day, Myles not only refused to get engaged to me but also publicly berated me as a homewrecker, saying I had destroyed his relationship with Allison. Just as I was about to explain, Allison stepped forward in tears: “Nathalia, I know my family background and education are better than yours, but you can’t destroy my relationship with Myles out of jealousy. Myles and I have long agreed to be together—just give up!” Myles immediately left with Allison and soon got engaged to her. Meanwhile, I became the target of relatives’ gossip, with everyone convinced I was a shameless woman. My biological parents were so humiliated by the public scorn that they couldn’t bear the pressure and took their own lives in despair. Devastated by losing my loved ones, I followed my parents to the grave. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Allison gave me the bracelet. She said: “Nathalia, I went through so much trouble to get this bracelet. You must wear it at all times—it will bless your marriage and ensure harmony between you and your husband.” She rolled up her pant leg, revealing red, swollen wounds on her knee. Her expression was utterly sincere, as if she had truly made great sacrifices for my happiness. The familiar scene played out once more, and I finally confirmed it—I had been reborn. Watching Allison ignore my refusal and insist on slipping the bracelet onto my wrist, I wanted nothing more than to immediately smash this cursed thing that had destroyed my family. But I held back. Even if I was going to destroy this bracelet, now wasn’t the time. Suppressing my rage, I put on an act of pleasant surprise: “Allison, I never imagined you cared about me so much. Don’t worry, I’ll wear it constantly—I won’t even take it off when I bathe.” Satisfied with my response, Allison left with a bright smile. After she left, I stared at the bracelet on my wrist, lost in thought. In my previous life, Allison had also given me a bracelet before my engagement, instructing me that if I wanted a happy, fulfilling life, I must wear it daily without ever taking it off. I believed her words and indeed never removed it. But on our engagement day, Myles, who had been so compatible with me, publicly denounced me as a homewrecker. I couldn’t understand how the man who had been so tender and loving just the day before could suddenly turn so cold and heartless. That’s when Allison jumped out to accuse me, claiming I was jealous of her and had seduced her man. I was immediately cursed by everyone and branded a shameless harlot. My parents, who had lived honest, hardworking lives, couldn’t bear the gossip and rumors. To “prove their innocence,” they committed suicide. Under the double blow of learning about Myles and Allison’s engagement and my parents’ tragic deaths, I ultimately threw myself into the river. Only after death did I realize that the bracelet Allison gave me was actually what had destroyed me. Not only did it fail to bless my marriage, it actually ruined it. Fortunately, fate had arranged for my rebirth. Since Allison coveted my marriage so much, in this life, it would be my turn to give her a matrimonial gift.

After nightfall, I dug out the fabric my family had prepared for the engagement and quietly slipped into my wedding dress under cover of darkness, then crept into the pigpen. The overwhelming stench that hit me didn’t scare me off—instead, it stirred an indescribable excitement within me. Clutching the red flower in my hand, I began carefully surveying the pigpen. Most of the pigs had already settled down for the night, but one pig kept its round, beady eyes wide open, staring intently at this strange woman who had suddenly appeared. I immediately recognized it as the big fat pig our family had been raising for several years—it was massive. Covered in mud and filth, it reeked with a pungent odor. Without hesitation, I made my decision—this was the one. After placing the red flower on the big fat pig, I immediately married it. Allison loves stealing my romantic prospects, doesn’t she? Well, I’ll give her plenty to steal. After completing this task, I shut myself away at home. Even when Myles came looking for me, I deliberately avoided seeing him. Meanwhile, just like in my previous life, Allison kept finding excuses to visit my house. She claimed she wanted to strengthen our friendship, but she was actually trying to gather information about Myles and me. Watching Allison’s smile—seemingly caring but with ulterior motives—I suppressed my inner rage and deliberately put on a troubled expression, confiding in her: “Allison, you have no idea—Myles and I had a fight recently.” Allison’s eyes immediately lit up, and she eagerly asked, “How could that be? Haven’t you two always had such a good relationship? Why did you suddenly fight?” I let out a fake troubled sigh: “I don’t know what’s gotten into him these past few days—it’s like Myles has become a completely different person. He acts like he doesn’t even know me. Yesterday when we ran into each other on the road, he actually pretended not to see me! Don’t you think that’s too much? And just because we had a little argument, he said he wants to call off the engagement!” Hearing my complaint, Allison’s eyebrows lifted slightly. While she continued comforting me with her words, her eyes couldn’t hide her satisfaction. She said, “You’re just being too sensitive. Everyone in the village knows how good Myles is to you. I heard from people who came from the city that this is called pre-wedding anxiety. Don’t worry too much—you and Myles have such a good relationship, everything will be fine.” “I hope so,” I sighed with feigned worry. Seeing my dejected expression, Allison didn’t say much more. Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she spoke up: “Actually, I came here today to tell you some good news.” “What good news?” I asked, feigning confusion while looking puzzled. “The good news is that I’m getting engaged tomorrow.” A smug smile spread across Allison’s lips. I asked in surprise, “You’re getting engaged? Who’s the guy? How come you haven’t mentioned anything about it?” She said, “You’ll find out tomorrow. I guarantee it’ll be a huge surprise.” Her words certainly piqued my curiosity. If I hadn’t already known who she was planning to steal, I probably would have foolishly congratulated her right then and there. As soon as Allison left, I spread the news about her engagement. How could I let her have tomorrow’s scene all to herself?

The next morning, as soon as I stepped into Allison’s house, I could hear the lively commotion coming from the courtyard. I pushed open the door and saw Allison dressed fashionably, wearing the latest designer watch on her wrist. She was radiant with joy, completely different from her usual dowdy appearance. Today was her engagement day, and all the neighbors who had any connection to Allison’s family had come to congratulate her. Everyone was curiously asking about her fiancé’s identity, but Allison just smiled mysteriously: “It’s nothing special. My fiancé is just like Nathalia’s fiancé—he’s also a regiment commander.” As soon as she said this, the entire crowd erupted in amazement. After all, in this era, for a woman to marry a regiment commander was truly an honor. “Oh my, the women in our village are so lucky—two girls marrying regiment commanders!” “Allison, where’s your fiancé? Everyone’s been waiting so long. Bring him out so we can all meet him!” Everyone craned their necks, curiously peering toward the house. But Allison remained silent, just staring intently at me. Only when everyone grew impatient did she slowly speak: “You don’t need to guess. My fiancé is Myles.” At these words, the crowd erupted again. After all, everyone knew Myles was my fiancé, but now he had suddenly become Allison’s fiancé. Just as everyone was confused, Allison spoke again: “Nathalia, I know you’ve always been jealous that my family background and education are better than yours, but you can’t destroy my relationship with Myles just because of jealousy. Everyone says you shouldn’t break up other people’s marriages, but how could you be so heartless as to seduce my fiancé out of jealousy?” The people present looked at each other in bewilderment, casting puzzled glances my way. “Didn’t they say Myles was going to get engaged to Nathalia? How is Allison now saying Myles is hers?” “Yeah, Myles and Nathalia have been together for several years.” Seeing everyone speaking up for me, Allison proudly raised her wrist, showing off that brand-new watch. She said: “See this? This watch is a gift Myles gave me. Let me tell you the truth—I knew Myles long before Nathalia did. She was jealous of me, so she deliberately seduced Myles and pretended to be with him. But a few days ago, Myles finally came to his senses. He realized I’m the one he truly loves, so he decided to break off his engagement with Nathalia and get engaged to me instead.” No wonder that watch had disappeared from my house—she had stolen it. I was about to speak when Allison glared at me fiercely: “Nathalia, I used to consider that you’re my cousin and didn’t want to expose you publicly. But now I have no choice but to tell the truth. You knew perfectly well that Myles and I are true love, yet you held onto him and wouldn’t let go. You did this knowingly.” As soon as she finished speaking, whispers began spreading through the crowd. “That watch isn’t cheap—only Myles in the whole village could afford one.” “Right, just a few days ago I heard Myles saying he wanted to buy a watch as a wedding gift.” With this “evidence,” many people’s attitudes toward me had already changed. “I never thought Nathalia was this kind of person—stealing even her cousin’s fiancé. How shameless!” “She usually seemed so well-behaved, but now she’s done something like this!” Just like in my previous life, Allison had turned public opinion around with just a few words. But no matter how carefully she calculated, she hadn’t counted on my rebirth. Watching her smug expression, I spoke calmly: “Your word alone doesn’t count. Why don’t we call Myles out for a face-to-face confrontation? Let’s see whether I’m the one destroying relationships or you’re the one making things up.” Allison snorted coldly: “The evidence is right here in front of everyone, and you still won’t admit it. You insist on having Myles come out before you’ll give up, is that it? I was trying to save you some face since you’re my cousin, but since you won’t admit it, I’ll have Myles come out and tell you himself.” “I’d welcome that,” I said firmly. Allison sneered: “In that case, I’ll grant your wish.” With that, she shouted toward the house: “Myles! Myles…” I looked at her with a worried expression: “Allison, are you sure you can get Myles to come out?” She shot me a cold glance and roughly shoved me aside: “I know exactly what you’re thinking. You’re just jealous that I found a good husband, so you’re deliberately stalling for time.” As she spoke, she continued shouting toward the house: “Myles, come out quickly! Today is our engagement day—we can’t afford any delays.” As her words faded, a portly figure wearing red flowers emerged from the house, chest puffed out with pride.

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On the day I, Sofia Jackson, received my acceptance letter from New York University, my best friend George Stewart came to me with a wooden box, saying he wanted to give me a family heirloom. He asked me to open the box and put on the silver bracelet that had been passed down through his family for generations. Just as I was about to reach for it, a stream of bullet comments suddenly appeared before my eyes. [Don’t touch that silver bracelet! It’s bound to a soul-swapping system by George. Once you put it on, your life is over.] [All the opportunities that belong to you will be swapped to Riley Foster. She’ll take your NYU acceptance letter and go to college in your place.] [Even the person you risked your life to save will be married off to her under the guise of being a lifesaver, letting her enjoy wealth and luxury.] [Poor your parents – when they discover something’s wrong and find evidence to expose their true purpose, they’ll be persecuted to death by George, dying with their eyes wide open.] George in front of me forcefully grabbed my hand, and just as the silver bracelet was about to slip onto my wrist, I suddenly stepped back. George said, “Sofia, this is our family’s ancestral bracelet, meant for my future wife. You got into college – I’m so happy for you.” George, who had grown up with me since childhood, held up the bracelet with a shy smile on his face, trying to slip it onto my hand. I hid my hands behind my back, hesitating in my heart. The bullet comments continued their frantic warnings. [Sofia, listen to us – don’t put on that silver bracelet!] [Stay away from him! Don’t let George fool you, or your family of three won’t have a good ending!] My heart was pounding, and I clutched the corner of my clothes tightly. George brought up the engagement our families had arranged since childhood. Seeing that I didn’t respond, he reached out and grabbed my arm. He said, “Sofia, I’ve been looking forward to the day you become part of the Stewart family!” I forced myself to calm down and managed a smile. “George, haven’t you always liked Riley and only considered me a good friend? How did you suddenly start liking me?” He fell silent for a few seconds, then quickly regained his composure, lowering his head to hide his expression. “I’ve always liked you. I was just afraid of interfering with your studies, so I kept hiding my feelings for you. Now that you’ve gotten into college, I can boldly pursue you.” As he spoke, he raised his head, his ears slightly flushed. I took the opportunity to retreat behind the desk, forcing myself to stay calm. “Look, I still have the letter where you rejected me last Christmas.” He snatched the letter and tore it up, throwing the pieces on the floor. “Those were just harsh words I said to help you focus on preparing for your exams. Don’t take them to heart.” George spoke urgently, reaching out to grab my hand again. I turned around, opened the drawer, and pulled out a full ten letters. Those were letters he and Riley had written to me. I used to love George deeply, but ever since that incident, his attitude toward me had grown increasingly cold. He had even told me multiple times not to bother him, saying he found me annoying. Yet today he was acting completely out of character, claiming everything was for my own good – it was hard to believe. I pulled out the letters one by one, pointing to the handwriting on them. “You also wrote that you only liked Riley.” George’s eyes darted away, his tone strained. “I told you, that was to make you focus and put your energy into studying. Why won’t you believe me? Just put on the bracelet, and I’ll discuss our wedding with my parents.” Looking at his shifty eyes, I became even more convinced he was lying. My heart suddenly sank, as if a huge hole had been torn open and cold wind was howling through it. George and I had grown up together, and our parents were close friends too. They had arranged our engagement early on. When he was almost kidnapped last Christmas, I bit the trafficker’s hand to save him, and I nearly got beaten to death for it. For many years, we were practically inseparable. George would take me to buy delicious food and take me out to play. When the neighborhood kids made fun of the pimples on my skin, he didn’t hesitate to pour a bottle of ink on them, willing to embarrass himself in front of everyone just to stand up for me. I had always thought our bond was unbreakable, that we would never do anything to hurt each other. But the scrolling bullet comments reminded me that this was all part of his carefully planned deception, just to give Riley a good life. I looked into his eyes and asked unwillingly, “George, do you really want to marry me and have a wedding with me?” George said, “Of course. As soon as you put on the silver bracelet, I’ll marry you immediately.” [Hypocrite! George doesn’t even care about your whole family’s lives, yet he dares to lie to you!] Disappointment surged through me, making it hard to breathe. Riley had only moved here a year ago, yet she had easily stolen his heart. She wore pristine white dresses and delicate hair clips, looking like a doll that made George unable to look away. Thinking back on their increasingly intimate behavior, there had been signs all along. Now they even had such a vicious plan involving soul swapping. No, I absolutely wouldn’t agree to this! My life must be controlled by me alone! I said, “My mom forgot something. I need to take it to her.” I quickly ran outside, but unexpectedly bumped into a familiar person.

Riley was standing by the wall, pressed close to the window, peering into the room. Hearing footsteps, she turned around in panic, her body trembling slightly as she quickly glanced to the side and hastily covered her mouth with a light cough. George had already followed behind her. I tried to walk around her to leave, but she stretched out her hand to stop me. She asked, “Where are you going? Why aren’t you wearing what George gave you?” She was dressed in the latest style dress, wearing a pair of delicate lambskin low heels, and her usually loose hair was braided and draped over her shoulder. She said, “Don’t you like George the most? Do you know this is the Stewart family heirloom? How can you disappoint his good intentions? I’ve seen how much effort he’s put into you all this time. If you miss such a good man, you’ll never get another chance. Just say yes!” George likes me? Even I found this hard to believe. [Riley is so scheming. She’s clearly been secretly involved with George all along, yet she’s still pretending and lying.] [Ever since she appeared, she’s been mocking Sofia openly and secretly, deliberately trying to drive a wedge between them!] [She’s still lying to Sofia now. She’s only doing this because she’s afraid Sofia will get suspicious and won’t take the bait.] My heart suddenly clenched. Ever since she appeared this Christmas, George’s gaze had been unconsciously following her, while he grew increasingly impatient with me. I had argued and fought with him before, but he just looked at me coldly: “Sofia, don’t project your dirty thoughts onto us. Riley isn’t like you—she’s gracious and proper, focused only on her studies.” Riley had also reddened her eyes, her voice choked with emotion: “Please don’t misunderstand because of me. I only think of George as a brother.” So they had already developed feelings for each other behind my back, just waiting for me to get my acceptance letter before stealing my life away. Looking at the anxious Riley, I tried to run around her. But suddenly a hand reached out from behind me, gripping my arm tightly with such force that I couldn’t break free. Riley said, “Sofia, your mother clearly brought candy when she came to my house. Be good and put on this silver bracelet.” [Damn George, he and Riley were practically kissing, and now he wants to steal Sofia’s soul!] I was dragged back into the room again. Riley looked around to make sure no one was watching, then quickly turned around, closed the door, and locked it. I shouted, “What are you doing? My parents will be back soon!” I gritted my chattering teeth and tried to move my heavy steps. George and Riley exchanged glances, then approached me step by step with malicious intent. [This is terrible! George and Riley are actually planning to force Sofia to comply.] Seeing Riley holding the silver bracelet, I suddenly stomped hard on George’s foot. He cried out in pain and immediately released his grip on my arm. I said, “I don’t want to wear it. Why are you forcing me? Are you hiding something from me?” [Sofia, no matter what, don’t put on that silver bracelet!] Watching the constantly scrolling comments, I finally cleared my confused thoughts. If I put on the silver bracelet George handed me, Riley and I would swap souls. Not only could she use my body to go to college, but she could also successfully join the dance troupe. She would eventually marry the only wealthy man in the village and live an enviable life. And I would be sold by them to a mountain village, married off to an old widower. When I finally limped my way out and found my parents, thinking I could finally expose their true nature, I discovered that even my parents had been murdered. When they died, they didn’t even have time to close their eyes! My ending shouldn’t be so tragic, and my parents were completely innocent. I absolutely cannot resign myself to fate again. Just then, I heard the sound of a door opening outside. I shouted at the top of my lungs, “Help!” George’s face darkened as he quickly covered my mouth, leaving me only able to make muffled sounds. But the urgent footsteps outside reminded me that this was my only chance to escape. I bit down hard on the hand covering my mouth until my mouth was filled with the taste of blood before letting go. Taking advantage of the moment he bent down to check his wound, I used all my strength to rush out of the room.

I ran straight to the front gate in one breath, only to crash headfirst into someone’s back. My head throbbed with sharp pain. Clutching my forehead, I waited for my vision to clear, and when I saw who it was, my eyes widened involuntarily. The man said, “Sofia, what are you doing? Where do you think you’re going?” He looked at me with furrowed brows, his tone laced with impatience. My heart lurched. It was actually Riley’s father, Alan Foster. “Is there anyone—” I started to shout. Before I could finish, he grabbed my collar and roughly dragged me back inside. His usually stern face was now even more forbidding. He said, “Sofia, don’t waste your energy. Just listen to George obediently, or you’ll be the only one who suffers.” “Dad, you’re finally here. She pushed me down earlier.” Riley walked over to his side, raising her arm with tears welling up in her eyes. Seeing the small scratch on her arm, Alan tenderly took her hand and coaxed softly, “She actually dared to hurt you! I’ll make sure she pays for this.” Sure enough, without another word, he shoved me hard into the house and found rope to tie my hands tightly. I knew there was no escaping today. “What are you standing there for? Hurry up and get the silver bracelet, put it right on her!” Alan shouted at George, who stood there looking confused. My wrists were already red and raw from the rope. Just as the silver bracelet was about to slip onto my wrist, I suddenly lowered my head and rammed into his stomach. Alan roared, “You’re asking for death!” As soon as the words left his mouth, a sharp slap landed across my face, stinging fiercely. I covered my face but still said defiantly in a trembling voice, “Even if she and I swap souls, my parents will definitely notice. What parents wouldn’t recognize their own child?” Hearing my feeble questioning, Alan revealed a meaningful smile. Riley stepped forward and explained gently, “Haven’t you noticed we’re becoming more and more alike? We should thank George for telling me about your childhood, otherwise we wouldn’t have dared take this risk.” No wonder she’d been acting strange lately. Her hairstyle changed from loose shoulder-length hair to braids, she ate less than usual, and she even mimicked my shrimp allergy perfectly. It wasn’t that I hadn’t noticed her behavior becoming more like mine, but I just thought I was overthinking it. Turns out, they had quietly prepared everything long ago. George peeked through the door crack at the outside, then exchanged a glance with Alan. He said, “Sofia, it’s just wearing a silver bracelet. Your body will still stay with your parents. Stop struggling, okay? You alone can’t fight all of us.” The coldness emanating from him made me shiver involuntarily. Large tears rolled down from the corners of my eyes as I pleaded, “I don’t want to, George. For the sake of us growing up together, please don’t be so cruel to me. I can teach her to study, help her get into a good college too.” George walked over to Alan and took a red cord, holding it in front of me. He said, “Stop stalling. Look at this. If you still want them to stay alive, you’ll have to willingly put it on.” My ears buzzed as I stared blankly at the red cord, biting my lip until it bled. That was the red cord my mother Melody Jackson and I had worked so hard to buy, meant to ensure his lifelong prosperity. [Sofia, George is truly vicious, actually threatening you with your parents’ lives.] A thunderclap exploded, and my sanity instantly shattered to pieces. I looked at George in disbelief, my mind completely blank. Looking at his familiar face, I couldn’t understand how he had become so terrifying. My heart turned to ash as I slowly, voluntarily, extended my hand. “Sofia, are you home? Look who’s here.” The deafening shout made George’s hand jerk violently, and the silver bracelet fell to the floor in his panic, breaking in half. [Sofia, you’re safe now. The system in the silver bracelet has been disabled. Don’t be afraid.] The door was pushed open, and my teacher Nathan Ward entered, followed by many others. At the same time, George quickly untied the rope around my wrist and hid under the bed. “Why are there so many people here? Sofia, look, Cyrus Meyer from New York University leadership has come to see you.” Nathan beckoned me forward to greet everyone. I invited everyone to sit down and poured coffee for them. After everything was arranged, I stood beside Nathan. Nathan said, “This girl is really excellent—good grades and very sensible.” Cyrus took a sip of coffee and smiled kindly, “Yes, our school needs exactly this kind of talent.” George stepped forward and stood in front of Cyrus: “I want to report Sofia for cheating on her exams. Her grades are fake.” He pointed at me with confidence: “To ensure fairness and justice, we believe New York University should revoke her admission.” I stared at him in shock, my heart feeling as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand. Seeing his soul-swapping plan fall through, he was now trying to destroy me. Nathan set his cup on the table, his expression serious: “Don’t talk nonsense. Sofia’s grades have always been excellent. How could she possibly cheat on exams?” Cyrus was also skeptical: “Making such accusations without evidence is slander—it can ruin someone.” George said, “If I weren’t absolutely certain, how could I stand up and say this? I originally wanted to keep this secret for her, but she’s gone too far. When Riley had a bad day during the exam, Sofia actually mocked her. Someone like her doesn’t deserve to go to college.” Riley pitifully grabbed George’s hand: “Forget it, don’t say anymore. Just consider it as me taking the exam for Sofia. I’m happy if she can go to college.” George comforted Riley, but his eyes harbored anger: “You’re so kind, but Sofia is truly vicious—she doesn’t deserve your kindness. Ever since you moved here, she’s thrown stones at you on the street and written curse words on your clothes. Which of these things did we wrongly accuse her of? Even during the SAT, she threatened your father’s life to force you to write her name on the test paper.” My heart raced violently, and tears streamed down uncontrollably: “You’re lying! You were the ones who threatened me to take the exam for Riley, and I refused. My grades have always been good since childhood—why would I have her take the exam for me?” George’s face turned menacing as he glared at me viciously: “I knew you wouldn’t admit it. I’ve kept all the letters you asked me to give to Riley. You never thought you’d be exposed one day, did you?” He left for a moment and returned with a stack of letters, handing them to Nathan and Cyrus. He pointed to the handwriting: “Mr. Ward, you must be able to recognize Sofia’s handwriting. Whether she’s lying or not, you’ll know at a glance.” Every word in the letters contained my threats against Riley. The last letter expressed my gratitude to Riley for taking the SAT for me. Nathan’s expression toward me changed. [George is so disgusting. That handwriting was clearly Riley’s imitation.] [Don’t panic. Get out the homework that Riley and George wrote.] I rushed into the bedroom and searched every corner, but couldn’t find the homework we’d done together. Yesterday, George had borrowed those notebooks under the pretense of studying them carefully. Now only my notebooks remained on the desk, even the paper matching exactly what was used in the letters. Seeing me standing there in a daze, they instantly understood—what George said was probably true. Cyrus slammed the table so hard that the cups jumped. His eyes widened as he roared, “You’ve gone too far!” Then, in his fury, he moved to tear up my acceptance letter on the spot. Riley choked back tears: “Don’t blame Sofia, everyone. She was just confused for a moment. I’m satisfied that the truth has come to light.” Cyrus angrily held my acceptance letter, about to set it on fire. [It’s over. Sofia really won’t have school this time!] Just as the flame was about to reach the acceptance letter, I spoke up to stop him: “I have evidence that can prove they’re lying!”

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Darren Frazier, the heir of the Frazier family, had always hated me since we were young, but he couldn’t change the fact that we were destined to get married. As a protest, he left me at our wedding to go play racing. After getting married, he spared no effort to do ridiculous things. As a result, I became a joke in the circle, and Darren enjoyed it. He said to me, “You brought this trouble upon yourself. Deal with it.” Everyone, even Darren himself, thought that I would always be tied to him. On our fifth anniversary, I gave him a divorce agreement. I laughed with relief. “Finally, I can get rid of you.” That night, Darren lost it and smashed our house with his bare hands.

This Christmas marks the seventh year since I, Camila Jones, married Jonah Bradley. After his thirty-second mistress showed up at my door, I finally decided to let go. I decided to dedicate myself to serving my country and disappear completely from his world. But he broke down and frantically searched for any trace of me. He said, “Camila, I was wrong. Please come back.” In the past, just one soft word from him would make me turn around. Unfortunately, this time, he’s destined to be disappointed. ***** When Jonah’s thirty-second mistress came to my door, I was in the kitchen preparing dinner for him. The girl before me was barely twenty, young and beautiful, with a smug smile plastered across her face. She looked at me with contempt and said proudly, “Mrs. Bradley, I’m Lainey Wallace, Jonah’s girlfriend—his lover.” She glanced at the apron I was wearing and sneered, “Can’t the Bradley family even afford a maid? I guess this is the difference between being loved and not being loved. Jonah never lets me go into the kitchen—he says the cooking fumes damage your skin.” My gaze fell on Lainey’s delicate hands, and hearing her words, I couldn’t help but freeze for a moment. A sharp pain shot through my fingertips. When I came back to my senses, I realized my finger had been cut by the knife, blood streaming down. Seeing my dazed state, Lainey laughed even more gleefully. She said softly, “Mrs. Bradley, they say the one who isn’t loved is the real third party. Jonah and I love each other, while to him, you’re nothing more than an obligation.” After saying this, she gently placed her hand over her stomach, her eyes sparkling with light. I suddenly felt like laughing. When Jonah’s previous thirty-one mistresses came to my door, they all claimed to be his “true love” too. But in the end, without exception, Jonah sent them all away. I thought this time would be no different, but looking at Lainey, an inexplicable uneasiness stirred in my heart, as if something was spiraling out of control. Seeing my lack of reaction, Lainey became frustrated: “Camila! You old woman, what gives you the right to cling to Jonah? You’re nothing but a burden to him! You’re incompetent and can’t even give him a child!” She pulled up her chat history with Jonah and held it in front of my face. Looking at their sweet conversations on the phone, my mind went completely blank. So Jonah could be this gentle with someone else—reminding her to eat breakfast on time and go to bed early. He would share many interesting stories with Lainey, even about a stray cat he encountered on the street. Lainey put away her phone and left, her high heels clicking. Ignoring the wound on my fingertip, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my chat history with Jonah. As always, I was the one doing all the talking, with Jonah’s replies few and far between. I smiled silently, then dialed his number. The call connected quickly. Jonah’s cold voice came through: “What is it?” Hearing his voice, my heart still ached with a sharp pain, tinged with grievance. I told him about Lainey’s visit. There was silence on the other end, then his breathing suddenly became rapid. Then Jonah said urgently, “Lainey’s still just a kid. I’ll have a proper talk with her later.” Hearing those words, my heart slowly sank. After knowing each other for so many years and loving him for so many years, how could I not understand that his heart had already fallen for Lainey? I looked at the burnt food in the pot and smiled bitterly. I should have realized long ago that my marriage with Jonah had already reached its end.

“Camila, you need to think this through carefully. Once you join the Sailing Plan, you’ll be heading to a research facility in the Mojave Desert, and you won’t be allowed to disclose your location to anyone. Your communications will be strictly monitored. You might not be able to return home, even if a loved one passes away.” As he spoke, the white-haired researcher Titus Owens’s eyes began to well up with tears, and he gently wiped the corner of his eye. Seeing him like this made my heart ache. I poured him a glass of water and said firmly, “You know my parents were military. Being able to contribute to our country—I’m sure they would be proud of me.” My words moved Titus, but he still urged me to reconsider: “Precisely because you come from a military family, we don’t want anything to happen to you. You have to understand, the research facility involves national secrets, and the mission is extremely dangerous. You’re still so young. If you can’t handle it and regret your decision, it’ll be too late.” I knew that in their eyes, I was still too young. They believed I should have a better, brighter future ahead of me. This path was too harsh, too dangerous. They worried I couldn’t handle such pressure. But looking at Titus’s frail figure, my heart filled with bittersweet emotion. If they could dedicate themselves completely to their country, how could I back down? I gently but firmly interrupted Titus: “I’ve already considered everything you’re worried about. Right now, I have no parents, no children, no friends, no attachments whatsoever.” As I said those words, Jonah’s image flashed through my mind, and my heart still couldn’t help but ache. Perhaps because we were about to part ways, those beautiful memories kept surfacing. But whenever I wanted to forgive him, the images of his thirty-two lovers would flood my mind. My eyes grew warm as I struggled to suppress the pain in my heart: “I’m also getting divorced from my husband. We haven’t had feelings for each other for a long time. Rather than wallowing in self-pity here, I’d rather pour all my energy into scientific research.” Seeing my unwavering determination, Titus sighed and pulled out a classified document from his worn briefcase. As he watched me sign the confidentiality agreement, tears filled his eyes: “Camila, welcome to the Sailing Plan. This is the settlement fund the country is providing you. We won’t shortchange anyone who serves their nation.” I had originally planned to leave with Titus immediately, but he gave me two months to properly say goodbye to the loved ones I wanted to bid farewell to. I quietly watched his shuffling figure disappear into the distance, a bitter smile crossing my lips. The truth was, in this city, I had always been alone. During my seven years of marriage to Jonah, I had devoted all my energy to him, and those friends had gradually drifted away from me. Two months might be too long. “What are you doing?” A familiar voice sounded beside my ear. It was Jonah. Seeing him appear at my doorstep surprised me. I couldn’t remember when he had stopped coming home regularly. It was always me asking hopefully when he’d return, and only then would he reluctantly come home. Looking at that familiar yet strange handsome face, I felt a sense of distance growing in my heart. After a moment’s thought, I decided not to tell him about my departure. After all, I only had two months before I’d be leaving. By then, we’d be strangers, and I wouldn’t need to explain anything to him. Besides, he wouldn’t care anyway. When Jonah didn’t get a response from me, his tone carried a hint of displeasure: “What did you say to Lainey today?” I was slightly taken aback. Then he growled in a low voice: “Lainey is just a kid—she’s innocent! Can’t you stop being so harsh with her!” Hearing Jonah’s accusation, I smiled weakly. After all these years of marriage, this was the first time he had gotten angry at me over one of his mistresses. The concern in his voice was unmistakable. I glanced at our wedding photo on the wall. In it, we were smiling so happily, our eyes full of love for each other. Back then, we had truly been in love. It’s just that this relationship had slowly worn away through day after day of arguments. During our courtship, I used to worry and ask him: “Do you think we’ll have a seven-year itch?” He would always hold me tight and say: “No way. We grew up together—we’ve already been through countless seven-year periods.” I was intoxicated in his embrace, but I forgot that marriage and dating are ultimately different things. “Camila!” Jonah’s angry voice thundered in my ears like lightning. I snapped back to reality. Looking at his darkened expression, I smiled faintly: “I didn’t say anything. It was actually your girlfriend who came to my house to flaunt your relationship, mocking me for being nothing but a burden, worse than a servant. She also told me that the one who isn’t loved is the real third wheel…” Before I could finish, Jonah frowned and cut me off. He looked at me coldly: “Enough. Lainey just has a childish temper. She doesn’t mean any harm—you’re being too sensitive. Stop picking fights with her for no reason. Can’t you be more mature!” Looking at Jonah’s impatient expression, a wave of grievance suddenly washed over me. Just then, his phone rang. The moment he saw the caller ID, his expression instantly softened. He answered the call, and hearing that sweet voice on the other end, his smile deepened. Watching his retreating figure, I collapsed weakly to the floor. On the table, the words “Confidentiality Agreement” stood out in bold black letters on the document envelope. And he hadn’t asked a single question. He hadn’t always been like this.

Jonah and I grew up together. Both of my parents were military officers. When I was very young, I was kidnapped by terrorists. They took me to force my parents to betray their country and surrender to them. I was locked in a small, dark room, listening to the sounds of the terrorists confronting my parents outside. I pressed my ear against the cold door, desperately trying to make out what they were saying. In the end, all I heard were a few gunshots. The outside fell into deathly silence. No matter how much I screamed, there was no response. In that moment, I was terrified. I don’t know how much time passed before the door was opened. Jonah’s anxious and horrified face appeared before me, followed by a large group of police officers. I frantically searched among those familiar faces for my parents. But no matter how hard I looked, I couldn’t find them. That’s when I realized that to save me and completely eliminate the terrorists, they had chosen to perish together with the enemy. I became an orphan. I lost my home. The Bradley family took me in. From then on, I lived in the Bradley mansion. But that experience of witnessing terrorists up close and living through my parents’ death left me with deep psychological trauma. I became afraid of the dark and scared of being alone. I couldn’t truly trust anyone. The only person who gave me peace was Jonah. On the day I was rescued, when the blinding light poured in, I saw Jonah standing before me with tears streaming down his face. During those days when I withdrew into myself, Jonah stayed by my side. He held my hand and softly sang lullabies to me. Whenever I woke up from nightmares, the first thing I saw was always his worried expression. Under the careful care of the Bradley family and Jonah, I slowly emerged from the shadows. Even though I was still afraid of the dark and being alone, as long as I could hear Jonah’s voice, I could fall asleep peacefully. So he would call me every day to help me fall asleep. Even when I woke up from nightmares again, I could immediately hear his gentle voice. When I was fifteen, a boy from a neighboring school stopped me and handed me a pink envelope with a blushing face. I stood there frozen, not knowing what to do. Jonah suddenly appeared beside me, returned the envelope to the boy, and rejected him on my behalf. The boy asked with some displeasure: “Who are you to decide for her? Just because she lives in your house, you get to make decisions for Camila?” Jonah had a faint smile on his face. He stood beside me, took my hand, and said gently but firmly: “I’m Camila’s family, and I’m also her boyfriend. Tell me, don’t I have the right to decide for her?” I used to think about how sweet the memories between Jonah and me were. But now, seeing the understanding and love between him and Lainey, my heart aches just as much. I treated Jonah as my salvation. But now he’s my poison. I calmly deleted our photos together one by one, and packed up the gifts he had given me piece by piece. Jonah often gave me gifts, some expensive, some cheap. The cheapest was a flower crown that had long since withered. It was something he wove for me by hand on the day we decided to get married. I had treasured it for these seven years. Looking at its dried and withered state now, I couldn’t help but feel emotional. While I was packing, Jonah’s parents appeared at the door. Seeing them, I felt a wave of shame. They had always been good to me, treating me like their own daughter. Yet I had left without a word, not even thinking about how sad they would be when they found out. Seeing me packing, Jonah’s mother Dianna Bradley looked surprised: “Camila, what are you packing? Did Jonah make you angry again?” Her kind eyes almost made me want to throw myself into her arms and cry about all the grievances of these past days. But I held back. I said calmly: “I was just worried about things getting moldy, so I took them out to check.” Seeing them carrying large bags, I asked curiously: “Why did you come so suddenly? You should have told us in advance so I could pick you up.” They exchanged glances, their expressions complex. Dianna was about to speak when Jonah’s father Peter Bradley grabbed her hand and shook his head. She sighed helplessly and forced a smile: “We haven’t visited you two in a long time, so we came to see you. We just got off the plane and we’re a bit tired, so we’ll go rest first.” With that, they hurried upstairs. I washed a plate of cherries and, carrying their forgotten suitcase, went upstairs to find them. But at their door, I heard Dianna’s complaining voice: “Why didn’t you let me tell her just now?” Peter replied helplessly: “Camila loves Jonah so much, how could you bear to make her divorce him?” Dianna’s tone became sharp: “But Lainey is already pregnant with Jonah’s child. You can’t let this child be born illegitimate! Haven’t we been good enough to Camila these twenty-plus years? She can’t have children, but plenty of people can give Jonah children! Jonah likes Lainey, so she should be sensible and let go!” I stood at the door, feeling as if I’d been nailed to the spot. After a long time, I realized tears were already streaming down my face. I quickly dragged the suitcase away, but accidentally bumped the lock while turning around. Inside was a whole case of baby supplies.

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In my previous life, I, Juliet Wilson, was the company’s top sales performer, but when competing with intern Aubrey Fowler for a project proposal, she publicly accused me of plagiarism. I immediately refuted her claims and argued my case. However, my father Zachary Gordon, who was the CEO, said that Aubrey had already submitted her proposal to him the night before. With just one sentence, he determined that I had plagiarized. At the same time, another proposal of mine had major flaws that caused the client millions of dollars in losses. I couldn’t believe it. After careful investigation, I discovered that version wasn’t even created by me. Yet it was sent from my email account and bore my fingerprints. In the end, I was killed by the emotionally unstable client. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the time before submitting the proposal. ***** “Juliet, what are you daydreaming about? Is your proposal ready? Aubrey’s been talking tough, saying this client is definitely hers.” My colleague Emily Sanders nodded toward the front right, and I caught sight of Aubrey, dressed to the nines. In my previous life, she was just an intern who had been at the company for only a month, yet she boldly claimed she would steal away my three consecutive Christmas sales championships. Initially, I didn’t take her seriously. After all, this company belonged to Zachary anyway, so regardless of who won the sales title, we would ultimately benefit. But that stubborn streak in my bones started acting up again. Having been the sales champion for so long, how could I willingly hand it over to someone else? Especially to a newcomer. That’s how this project proposal competition came about—Aubrey and I competing fairly. Zachary even specifically emphasized that to ensure fairness, transparency, and openness, he would personally oversee the entire process. In my previous life, although Aubrey was flamboyant, she was always well-behaved in front of Zachary and didn’t seem skilled at dealing with leadership, so no one detected the hidden relationship between them. I never imagined she was actually Zachary’s illegitimate daughter, hidden away for years! Lost in thought, Emily mistook my silence for stress and continued cheering me on. “How could a newcomer possibly compete with you? Your resume stacked up would be thicker than her high heels. What kind of decent proposal could she possibly come up with?” My other colleague Faith Miller chimed in: “Mr. Gordon thinks so highly of you, this project is definitely yours. He’s probably just trying to give this arrogant intern a reality check. Don’t worry, just don’t forget to plan the celebration party.” In my previous life, I was confident about having a fair competition with her and stayed up all night completing my proposal. But the next day during the presentation, Aubrey publicly accused me of plagiarism. And Zachary stepped forward to testify for her, claiming she had already submitted an identical proposal the day before. In our industry, plagiarism is the most despicable behavior. I tried to defend myself, but Zachary didn’t hesitate to brand me as the plagiarist. The proposal I had repeatedly checked and ensured was flawless had also been tampered with, causing irreparable losses. I became the target of everyone’s criticism, bearing the client’s fury alone, and was ultimately stabbed to death by the emotionally unstable client.

After my death, my soul drifted in mid-air. I watched my mother Sydney Wilson receive news of my murder while overseas, tears streaming down her face as she rushed back home. I witnessed Zachary and Aubrey working together, tampering with Sydney’s route on her way back to the villa. Caught off guard in her desperation, Sydney met her end in a fatal car crash. In the end, Zachary brazenly brought Aubrey home. Sydney and I had barely been dead long before Zachary and Aubrey were living it up, even seizing all of Sydney’s assets. My nails dug deep into my palms—the sharp pain told me this wasn’t a dream. I had been reborn. Aubrey wasn’t highly educated, but she had a sweet tongue and knew how to work people, making her well-liked at the company. Her abilities were mediocre, but she was smart enough never to actively compete for anything. This was the first time she’d dared to challenge me so boldly. Back then, I naively thought Zachary had her participate in the competition just to put her in her place. I never imagined it was a trap they’d set for me. Pulling myself from the pain of my past life, I glanced at the cameras behind me and the company’s real-time monitoring system, lost in thought. This time I’d plugged every possible loophole for plagiarism—it should be foolproof. I was eager to see how Aubrey would manage to steal my proposal this time! I had a score to settle with Zachary too. Though I couldn’t remember exactly how Aubrey had plagiarized me in my previous life, this time I was fully prepared and would surely be safe. In my past life, Zachary had covered for her, but this time I knew what to expect—I was guarding against all of them. I didn’t use the company computer or network. Instead, I opened my personal laptop, installed anti-surveillance software, disconnected all communication devices, avoided all cameras, and didn’t even use company power. With extreme caution, I began crafting my new proposal. Creating marketing plans had long been second nature to me. Sydney had praised my intelligence more than once, even hoping I’d inherit her business empire. Unfortunately, I was passionate about and focused solely on my current job, with little interest in anything else. The strong-willed Sydney was disappointed in me and simply left Zachary and me in this small city while she went abroad to build her career. Sadly, in my previous life, everything happened so suddenly that I never got to see Sydney one last time. Now, living again, I couldn’t wait to see her once more. This time I was prepared, eliminating any possibility of Aubrey stealing from me. This project, these clients—they should have been mine all along. This time I would definitely strike back hard! I threw myself completely into the proposal, and before I knew it, I’d completed a third of it. This approach was from an angle I’d never tried before, distilled from years of experience as a top Christmas sales performer. There was no way Aubrey could guess it. I breathed a sigh of relief, stretched lazily to take a short break, and picked up my cup to get some coffee. In the break room, Aubrey was chatting with other colleagues. Seeing me enter, she didn’t avoid the topic at all—in fact, she openly shared her new ideas and progress with me. “Why are you telling her everything?” A colleague beside her nudged her with an elbow. “With those little tricks of yours, you’ll just embarrass yourself in front of Juliet.” Aubrey replied, “Juliet would never laugh at me. As a newcomer, I definitely still have a lot to learn. I wonder what direction her proposal is taking—I’ll definitely have to study it carefully when the time comes.”

Aubrey gave me a playful wink. To everyone else, she appeared to be a charming girl, but I felt a chill run straight up my spine to the back of my neck, nearly causing me to drop my coffee. The proposal she’d presented was identical to the concept I’d just jotted down in my moment of inspiration. Not only that, but she’d even continued along my line of thinking, progressing even faster than I had. What the hell was going wrong? I felt ice-cold all over, as if Christian was surrounded by countless watching eyes. In my panic, I instinctively reached for the necklace at my throat, taking several deep breaths to calm myself down. I couldn’t go on like this. This time, I absolutely wouldn’t let Aubrey lead me around by the nose again. I could take it or leave it—it was just a proposal, after all. I didn’t want it anymore! So without hesitation, I threw that proposal—once again “borrowed” by Aubrey—straight into the paper shredder. This time I was even more cautious. I drove two hours out to my grandmother’s house in the countryside and locked myself in a small room. I disconnected all network devices and handwrote a new proposal under nothing but the dim glow of a desk lamp. Even Zachary didn’t know my grandmother’s exact address. I refused to believe that Aubrey could still eavesdrop on me or steal my ideas under these conditions! Handwriting was inefficient, so I worked through the night, finally completing the basic framework of the proposal just before dawn. I carefully sealed these pages in my bag, confirming that no one else besides me had seen the content. Only then did I turn my phone back on. The moment it powered up, messages nearly exploded my phone—the screen was filled with Zachary’s missed calls and unread messages. He’d posted in the company group chat asking: “Juliet! Where the hell did you disappear to without a word? “At such a critical moment, what’s with the attitude? Even Aubrey knows to stay put at the company like she should. What about you? “I won’t give you any special treatment. If you don’t come back, you can expect to be fired!” While Zachary had often “fairly and sternly” scolded me in front of my colleagues before, this was the first time he’d publicly criticized and belittled me like this. I figured he was starting to pave the way for Aubrey—their little scheme was becoming harder to hide. Thinking of all the despicable things Zachary had done in my past life made me even angrier. His sanctimonious act was absolutely disgusting! I wanted nothing more than to rush back to the company immediately and have the client give him a good thrashing too! The resentment from both my past and present lives erupted like a volcano in my heart. Without bothering to rest, I immediately rushed back to the company to confront him. During our argument, my handwritten third version of the proposal fell out of my bag. Emily, sharp-eyed as always, exclaimed: “Isn’t this Aubrey’s proposal?” Immediately, chatter broke out all around, and I looked completely bewildered. Aubrey put on a pitiful act: “Juliet, I uploaded the electronic version of this proposal half an hour ago. Even if you like it, you can’t just copy it outright!” I couldn’t believe it and angrily retorted: “You’re lying! I handwrote this myself—what does it have to do with you?” However, Aubrey’s publication time was earlier, and the other colleagues had all witnessed it, so doubts immediately arose. “Oh my God, could all her previous proposals have been copied too?” “She’s so shameless! Someone else worked so hard on that proposal, and she just copies it like that—how disgusting!” “Who knows how she became the top salesperson before? Last time I even saw her get into Mr. Gordon’s car.”

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