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My husband Nathan Carter and his twin brother Ethan Carter were in a plane crash, leaving one dead and one injured. When I rushed to the hospital, I saw the surviving Ethan passionately kissing his wife Sophia Bennett. Meanwhile, my husband lay forever in the morgue. In my grief, I accidentally fell down the stairs and lost the child I had been hoping for these past three years. Three years later, just as I was beginning to accept the fact that Nathan was dead, I overheard his close friend confronting Ethan: “How long are you planning to keep pretending to be your brother and deceiving Emily? She’s your wife!” Ethan adjusted his glasses, his tone cold: “I promised Ethan I’d protect Sophia for life. I am Ethan now. As for Emily, consider it a debt I owe her in this lifetime—I’ll repay her in the next.” So it was actually Ethan who died in the crash. But my husband, using his identical face, had naturally taken it upon himself to care for his brother’s widow—the goddess he could never reach before. What did that make me, spending these three years clinging to old memories? “Emily, I’m pregnant. Please help me with the wedding ceremony. It’s been three years since Nathan died, and Ethan and I have delayed this wedding until now. I don’t want to shortchange myself.” I walked downstairs in a daze, only to be stopped by Sophia’s outstretched hand. She touched her belly, her face glowing with the happiness of impending motherhood. If this had been half an hour ago, I would have genuinely blessed her. But now, knowing the truth, I could no longer remain calm. I refused her directly: “You should hire a wedding planning team. If something goes wrong with the wedding, I can’t take that responsibility.” “What are you two talking about? Sounds lively.” A tall man approached, naturally wrapping his arm around Sophia with intimate familiarity. This scene was like a knife stabbing my heart, each moment bringing excruciating pain. “Sophia asked me to help oversee the wedding, but I told her to find a professional team. After all, I’ve never organized a wedding—I lack experience in that area.” After speaking, I stared at the man before me, wanting to see his reaction. But I was ultimately disappointed. His expression showed no guilt whatsoever, not even a flicker of emotion. Of course—he’d been performing this act for three years. How could he slip up now? If I hadn’t accidentally overheard those words outside the study, I probably would never have known that he’d been deceiving me completely for three years. He had shamelessly impersonated his twin brother, rightfully claiming his brother’s widow as his own. And that car accident that broke my heart three years ago was nothing more than his scheme to capture his true love! Nathan affectionately tapped Sophia’s nose: “Just hire professionals for the wedding. Don’t make things difficult for Emily. Besides, I don’t want any problems with our wedding.” Sophia knocked her forehead in frustration, looking at me apologetically: “Emily, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it through. I forgot that you and Nathan never had a wedding. Please don’t be too sad…” I smiled bitterly, suppressing my grievances and anger, and said slowly: “I’ve been sad for three years—that should be enough. Being a widow has its advantages too. So much freedom—I can leave whenever I want.” Nathan and I had been together for seven years. Though he always introduced me to his friends and family, he never wanted to get married. Later, he finally knelt down with a ring to propose. I was so excited that night I couldn’t sleep. Even though the ring was just a simple band, I convinced myself he truly loved me. Only now do I fully understand—he proposed because Ethan and Sophia had set their wedding date. He had delayed marrying me because he still harbored fantasies about Sophia. From beginning to end, I was just a tool to be remembered only when needed. Nathan grabbed my hand, ignoring Sophia’s presence, and demanded harshly: “You want to leave?!” His reaction was so abnormal that Sophia tugged at his sleeve in confusion: “What’s wrong with you?” Looking at the raging anger in his eyes, I found it utterly ridiculous. What right did he have to question me? I pushed his hand away, my tone flat: “I don’t owe your brother anything. He’s been dead for three years. Haven’t I given enough of my youth—three whole years?” These three years, I lived in agony, wishing I were dead. But he spent three blissful years with Sophia, and now they even had an unborn child. Yet no one cared that I once had a child too. Three years ago, when I learned of Nathan’s fatal car accident, I was so devastated that I accidentally fell down the stairs. I nearly died that day, and I lost my child. Nathan knew all of this. But at the time, he was completely consumed with joy at winning Sophia—he couldn’t comprehend my pain at all. He truly loved Sophia that much. But now I refuse to be a supporting character in their love story anymore. I want to leave. I want to get far away from them both.

“Who says you don’t owe Nathan anything! You owe him his life!” Nathan’s mother, Margaret Carter, walked over with her cane, glaring at me viciously. Before I could react, she slapped me hard across the face. “If Nathan hadn’t rushed back to celebrate your birthday, I wouldn’t have lost my son!” My cheek went numb, and my ears were ringing. But none of that mattered to me. What mattered was what she’d just said. Nathan wasn’t rushing back to celebrate my birthday at all! I covered my face and looked at Sophia. She frantically clutched Nathan’s arm, hiding behind him. And Nathan shielded Sophia completely. In that moment, I understood everything. Three days before Christmas, Sophia had threatened to break up with Ethan because he couldn’t be with her for her birthday—he had to go abroad for contract negotiations. She’d even arranged to go camping at the beach for three days and nights with a group of male friends. After Sophia announced this on Instagram, Ethan bought the earliest flight back, and Nathan decided to come back too. I knew about this. Nathan knew. Sophia knew too. I never imagined they’d already pinned all the blame on me. “Mom, Emily was just speaking off the cuff. If she wanted to leave, she would’ve left before Christmas. She’s family, and family shouldn’t blame each other—we should support one another.” Nathan stepped in to ease the tension. But Margaret continued glaring at me. “She and Nathan only got a marriage license—they didn’t even have a wedding. She’s not his wife yet, so what kind of family is she! She’s nothing but bad luck!” Margaret’s harsh words echoed in my ears. I smiled at Margaret. “You’re right, I am bad luck and don’t deserve to stay in this house. I’ll leave right now.” Seeing this, Margaret suddenly clutched her chest, acting like she couldn’t breathe. Nathan’s face darkened with anger as he grabbed my hand and yanked it hard. “Emily, Mom was just speaking in anger. Do you have to make a big deal out of everything!” Sophia supported Margaret and yelled at me, “That’s right, Emily! No matter what, you can’t talk back to Mom like that.” I loosened my fingers, revealing the bright red handprint on my face. “Then what should I do? Let her insult me? Let her slap me again? You all know the truth—should we lay it all out right now?” “Emily!” Nathan suddenly shouted sternly. I looked at him with reddened eyes. His expression flickered, as if he still had some feelings for me. Suddenly, I felt a glimmer of hope. Could Nathan have his reasons? “Emily, you know Mom’s health isn’t good. Why say things to upset her? Just apologize to Mom, and don’t talk about leaving anymore.” Instantly, that indescribable feeling in my heart vanished completely. How foolish I was to believe a liar could turn over a new leaf! “Apologize?” I nodded and said matter-of-factly, “You’re right, your mom should apologize to me.”

After Nathan died in the plane crash, I stayed at Carter Villa to take care of his mother Margaret. But Margaret had disliked me from the day I married Nathan. After Nathan’s death, she would often curse at me, calling me a jinx. Despite living in the twenty-first century, I lived like a slave. I had to get up at five every morning to help her wash and dress. When she ate, I had to stand beside her and serve. If there was anything that displeased her even slightly, I would be verbally abused. I lived this way for three whole years. While Sophia only showed concern for Margaret in words, Margaret was extremely fond of her. I bore it all without complaint, wanting only to pour my love for Nathan into caring for his family. If I hadn’t accidentally overheard the truth just now, I would probably have lived this painful life forever. Recalling Margaret’s behavior over these years, I looked at Nathan calmly and asked sincerely, “For three years, your mother has never treated me like a human being. I’ve lived worse than a dog. Shouldn’t she apologize to me?” “Emily…” Nathan hesitated, his words unfinished when Sophia’s shocked cry came from nearby. “Margaret, what’s wrong?” Margaret had fainted in her arms. Nathan couldn’t spare time to question me and hurriedly picked up Margaret to rush her to the hospital. Before leaving, he stared at me with sharp eyes: “Emily, I’m only holding back from confronting you out of respect for my brother. But no matter what my mother did, you can’t speak to her like that! You’d better pray nothing happens to my mother, or you’ll regret it!” At that moment, I really wanted to applaud Nathan. I wanted to praise his acting skills. Even now, he still didn’t forget to put on a show! “Your mother should really learn from you about what real acting looks like.” I dropped this line, let out a cold laugh, and went upstairs to pack. I didn’t see the surprised and suspicious expression Nathan showed because of my words. I didn’t have much luggage. Two hours later, I put the last piece of clothing into my suitcase. Someone knocked on the door. I opened it to see Nathan standing outside with something in his hands. “Emily, we just went to the hospital. The doctor said my mother is fine, so I came to let you know. I also want to apologize to you. About what happened three years ago, Sophia already knows she was wrong. She was young and timid, unable to face my mother’s anger. Could you please not tell my mother?” As Nathan spoke, he placed a bottle of perfume on the table. “I heard from my brother before that you like perfume. This bottle is from Sophia’s collection, consider it her apology gift. I hope you won’t hold it against her.” I looked down at the perfume on the table. I immediately recognized the familiar serial number on it. Three years ago, I had posted multiple hints on Instagram about liking this perfume. Before our anniversary, I saw a perfume box in Nathan’s car and naturally assumed he had bought it for me. On our anniversary, I only received a scarf—an utterly perfunctory gift. The perfume I thought was meant for me had actually been given to Sophia three years ago. I picked up the perfume, its bottle cold against my skin, like my heart at that moment. Even though I knew Nathan had no feelings for me, seeing everything he could do for Sophia still made my heart ache involuntarily. I pushed the perfume back into his hands. “I stopped liking perfume three years ago. I can agree to help keep the secret, but you need to answer one question for me.” Nathan was startled and instinctively asked, “What question?” I looked up, staring intently into his eyes, and said word by word: “About the plane crash three years ago—what else are you hiding from me?”

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After securing a guaranteed spot in Harvard, I decided to skip the SAT. The moment the school’s golden boy Clive Smolett heard that, he stormed over and punched me across the face. “Everyone else has to take the SAT! Why the hell do you get a free pass? “Is it because you’re scared you’re not actually the genius you think you are, and you’re afraid the whole campus will find out, huh?” In my last life, during the SAT, Clive’s essay was identical to mine—word for word. I asked the proctor—my own sister—and my childhood friend, who was in the same exam room, to back me up. Instead, they begged the school to go easy on me, saying I should be allowed to retake the test since it’s my “first offense.” By the time the scandal blew up, everyone cursed my name and accused me of being a “cheater” and “plagiarist.” And since I couldn’t prove I was innocent, I got expelled. To make things worse, they got me permanently banned from taking the test again. Mom and Dad were doxxed and harassed online. They lost their jobs and aged 10 years overnight. Their son went from being on top to hitting rock bottom. Depression hit hard. On a winter night, I took my life. But then, suddenly, I woke up—back to the week before the SAT. ***** “Denny, I made some avocado toast with smoked salmon. Eat first before you study. You’ve lost weight!” My sister Charlize Witt placed the plate on my desk, even taking the time to bring some blueberry protein smoothie. For a second, I nearly fell out of my chair in surprise. Just then, my best friend Geena Baxter walked in, setting another food container on my desk. “I heard you haven’t been eating much. Here, I made some hummus for you so you can eat well again.” I’d been through this before. Twice. In my last life, I thought I was the luckiest person in the world—I got a sister seven years older who always took care of me and a childhood friend who wasn’t blood but felt closer than family. But now that I was back in my life, their efforts just broke my heart. Back then, when I took the admission test, my essay was identical to Clive’s, down to the last word. The grading committee caught it immediately and reported it to the College Board. As a student who got recommended to be admitted to Harvard, I had a real shot at being the highest scorer in SAT. But the moment this incident broke, I was caught in a storm of public opinion. I begged Charlize, who was my proctor then, and Geena, who took the exam in the same room, to help me clear my name. But… they refused. My sister even apologized on my behalf, asking Payton College Preparatory High School to let me repeat the year instead of kicking me out since the “academic dishonesty” was my “first offense.” The incident sparked an uproar online. [I was like, ‘wow, he had the nerve to cheat,’ and then, turns out—his own sister was the proctor! That’s basically an inside job, right?!] [Exactly! Cheaters like this guy should be banned from taking the SAT forever! It’s only fair to everyone!]] [Absolutely! He wants to retake the exam? Dream on!] With all the backlash, the school shut down Charlize’s request. Not long after, the exam results were released. I, the school’s top student, barely scraped past 200 points. Meanwhile? Clive, the guy who always ranked at the bottom, miraculously became the state’s top scorer in SAT. His essay was even published as a model answer, praised by teachers across the state. And just like that, he became the revered genius scholar. And I became a cheater and plagiarist! Due to the severity of the “misconduct,” I was permanently banned from taking the exam. The school also refused to issue my high school diploma. Without a degree, my only option was to be a delivery guy. But customers would dump their orders on me and leave bad reviews just for fun. Because of me, my parents lost their jobs. The stress broke them. To pay their medical bills, I took a warehouse job sorting packages. Unfortunately, within days, my boss recognized me. He refused to pay me and even threw me out onto the street. With no money and hope left, I lost all reason to keep going.   On a snowy night, in complete despair, I plunged into a lake on the verge of freezing over. But when I opened my eyes again, I found myself back in the week leading up to my college entrance exams. Staring at my sister, who was meticulously helping me prepare, and my childhood friend, who was eagerly trying to nourish me back to health, I felt a mix of emotions. “Denny, I made a list of all the possible essay prompts. If you study these, I guarantee you’ll get the perfect score!” Charlize said confidently as she placed a neatly compiled list of topics in front of me. Next to her, Geena teased me. “You better land that top spot, Denny. I’ve been feeding you hummus all week—don’t embarrass the chickpeas and tahini!” It was meant to be a joke, but I couldn’t bring myself to laugh. Charlize was my sister—she’d never stab me in the back. Geena had grown up with me—she had always been sharp-tongued but fiercely protective. In fact, once, someone talked shit about me, and she nearly got into a fight over it. So it couldn’t have been them. Then where did it all go wrong? I had been an outstanding student my whole life, consistently ranking first in my grade. Even after transferring to one of the most competitive schools in Illinois, I never dropped out of the top three. Mr. Carmichael, my homeroom teacher, even bet I’d land a spot at Harvard. That’s why, when the so-called academic dishonesty scandal broke, most of my classmates and teachers stood by me. I had won writing competitions before—I had no reason to cheat and plagiarize. But then, Clive leaked the security footage from the testing room. The video showed that he turned in his paper 10 minutes before I did. And before the test, he had posted his own “essay predictions” on his blog, breaking down the exact topic and themes. His essay followed the exact structure of his earlier post. For a while, the netizens’ nasty comments almost drowned me. [It’s caught in 4K! Denzel Witt straight-up stole Clive’s work! The evidence is undeniable, and that cheater still pretends he’s a victim?!] [I heard that that liar has always aced his class. Guess all his grades before were just stolen work that went unnoticed!] [Thank god his own sister and best friend didn’t cover for him. Imagine letting the real victim take the fall!] The scandal blew up so fast that it became trending.

The College Board took this matter seriously and immediately launched an investigation, analyzing the evidence Clive presented. After verification, the surveillance footage and blog posts were proven authentic, with no signs of tampering. They concluded that I was indeed a cheater and plagiarist. I was completely blindsided. I swear to god that essay was mine! How the hell was I the one who copied? But I had no proof to defend myself. And what I couldn’t figure out was—how did Clive’s essay turn out exactly like mine? Did the essay prompts that Charlize predicted somehow get to him? Mystery after mystery surrounded me. But right now, Charlize and Geena weren’t acting suspicious. If I wanted answers, I needed to start with Clive’s social media. If I remembered correctly, his essay prediction post should have already been up. But with Charlize and Geena keeping a close watch on me, I hastily scribbled down a rough outline of an essay to make myself look convincing, then clutched my stomach. “I… I need to use the bathroom,” I muttered. Geena shot me an unimpressed look. “Seriously? You still have a lot to study, Denny. Charlize basically handed you the potential topics, and you’re still looking for ways to slack off?” Charlize quickly waved my friend off. “Hey, there’s still time; give him a break. As long as he follows my advice, he’ll do well.” But I didn’t have much time to uncover the truth. Once inside the bathroom, I locked the door and pulled up Clive’s blog profile. It was well-known that his parents were professors at Harvard, and thanks to his looks and connections, he had a decent online following.   I never really had much connection with Clive. But Charlize was a teaching assistant at Harvard and Stanford, so she had met Clive a few times. Once, I overheard her telling Geena that Clive was the definition of boyfriend material—unlike me, who was just a bookish nerd. My sister also said that if Geena were going to date someone, it should be a guy like Clive—wealthy and good-looking. At the time, I thought Charlize was just joking. But looking back now, maybe she actually meant it. Even so, I still couldn’t understand—why would someone like Clive, practically born with a silver spoon, go out of his way to screw me over? Just then, I saw his latest post on his blog. He claimed he had predicted the essay topics for the SAT and was sharing it with everyone. The moment I saw it, I froze. That was the exact topic Charlize had predicted for me! On top of that, Clive even posted his own so-called “unique” insights about it. Word for word, they were identical to the notes I had casually jotted down on my scratch paper. The comments were full of people hyping him up. [Damn, not only is he hot, but he’s also insanely smart and generous! He even shares his SAT predictions with everyone! What a true angel!] [Seriously! If I saw this topic on the test, I would’ve gone completely blank. Good thing I read his analysis in advance!] Predicting the same topic might just be a coincidence. But how could his essay outline be exactly the same as mine? The only people who had been in my study room were Charlize and Geena. It had to be them! A chill ran down my spine at that thought. I couldn’t wrap my head around why they would do this. Was blood and years of friendship really worth less than knowing Clive for just half a year? I sat on the toilet for an hour, thinking it over. Then I made up my mind—I had to take a different approach. I already knew the essay topic for this year’s SAT. In my last life, I got accused of plagiarism, but that essay was actually my best work. It scored high, but not a perfect score. This time, I was going to write the essay in Old English. Since Clive’s essay had been an exact copy of mine in my last life, I’d just rewrite the whole damn thing! No matter the final score, at least I could shake off the plagiarism accusations. Early the next morning, before Charlize woke up, I snuck out and went to Grandma’s place. To be honest, I was hesitant. Writing my SAT essay in Old English was not only ridiculously hard but also a huge gamble. The moment I arrived, Grandma handed me a bowl of oatmeal. “My sweet boy, what’s wrong? You look troubled.” I forced a bitter smile. “Grandma, if I don’t get into Harvard, are you gonna be disappointed?” She patted my head, her eyes full of warmth. “Silly boy, of course not! “I just want you to be happy, Denny. Even if you don’t get in, you still have me. I’ll take care of you.” Hearing those words, my resolve hardened. As I left Grandma’s place, I got a call from Charlize. “Denny, where the hell did you go? Geena brought you breakfast, but you weren’t there. Now she’s upset!” I replied flatly, “I went out to buy some study materials. I’ll be back soon.” I wasn’t planning on telling them about my new essay strategy. After all, they were the prime suspects in the plagiarism scandal last time. Instead, I headed to the library to rework my essay plan. It was also the perfect place to do some research. After hours of writing, I stretched and leaned back for a quick break. I was curious—what would happen to Clive this time?   Just as I was lost in thought, Charlize and Geena walked in. I was a little confused—How did they know I was here? The next second, Charlize placed a warm lunchbox on my desk. “Figured you’d be too caught up studying to eat, so I brought you something.” Meanwhile, Geena handed me a cup. “Coffee. Your stomach’s weak, so it’s decaf.” Their sincerity was written all over their faces. They didn’t look like they meant any harm. Had I been overthinking things? But if it wasn’t them… then who?

My mind was a mess, but I managed to squeeze out a smile. “Perfect timing! I was just getting hungry. Let me wash my hands first, then I’ll dig in.” With that, I grabbed my phone and headed to the restroom. But instead of going into the men’s room, I stopped by the sinks and opened Clive’s Facebook blog. Sure enough, he had a new post. [Guys, you won’t believe it. When I shared my predicted essay topics for the SAT, someone straight-up copied my outline! The predictions might not even be right, but that’s just nasty. Anyways, I’m reworking my entire essay plan.] Attached was a photo of a guy studying in the library. Anyone familiar with me could tell—that was my silhouette! Just who on Earth took that photo?! In the comments, someone asked what Clive’s new essay plan was. Clive replied. [I’d write it in Old English this time.] I froze. I hadn’t told anyone I was planning to write in Old English! Even if it was just a coincidence, why would Clive choose a style he wasn’t even good at? There had to be a spy around me! Was it Charlize? Was it Geena? Or… were they both in on it? But why? What were they after? Just then, someone patted me on the back. “Denny, what are you thinking about?” That scared the hell out of me. It was Charlize and Geena. Since I hadn’t returned, they’d come to check on me, worried something was wrong. Still on edge, I brushed them off. “Uh, you guys go ahead. I’ll eat in a bit.” The moment the words left my mouth, Geena immediately snapped, “Denzel, we went out of our way to bring you food, and this is how you act? “Don’t think I haven’t noticed—you’ve been acting all suspicious around us these past few days! Seriously, it’s like we’re being treated like enemies!” Charlize quickly stepped in, “Geena just has a sharp tongue but a soft heart—don’t take it personally. “We know you’re under a lot of pressure. We just wanted to look out for you.” I quickly replied, “I know you guys mean well. Maybe I should just stay in my dorm for the next few days. Save you the trouble of coming back and forth.” Geena rolled her eyes. “Fine, do whatever you want. It’s not like I enjoy babysitting you anyway!” With that, she dragged Charlize, and they stormed out of the library’s study room. Finally, I let out a breath of relief. At 10:30 PM, I returned to the dorm. The moment I walked in, I heard my roommates talking about Clive. I went over to take a look. They were looking at a photo—three hands holding up drinks in a toast. The caption read: [Love from my sisters!] I recognized those hands instantly—Charlize’s and Geena’s. Since when were they this close? And why didn’t I know about it? I pulled out my phone to check Clive’s Facebook friends. But I Charlize’s and Geena’s comments on his new update caught my attention first. [You will always be my number-one heartthrob!] [Don’t worry, Clive. We’ll make sure you top the SAT!]   I blinked, doubting my own eyes. But the moment I refreshed the page, the post was gone. Now I know—the plagiarism really was connected to them. Reaching that conclusion didn’t stir much emotion in me. As long as I knew who was responsible, handling it would be easy. Besides, I had no plans to go home before the college entrance exams. Without me around, they wouldn’t be able to help Clive plagiarize anymore. I could finally focus on studying. Or so I thought—until I groggily woke up in the middle of the night to see Atlas Carlisle from the bed next to mine tiptoeing as he sneaked through my notes. I snapped awake, my voice sharp with anger. “Dude! What the hell are you doing?!” Startled, he fumbled and dropped the notebook to the floor. “The hell are you yelling for? Don’t think I don’t know—you’re the one who copied Clive’s work! “Sharing a dorm with a plagiarist like you? It’s disgusting! “Dude, you’re already being nice by not kicking you out. And now you’re here yelling at me? Damn, you really are uneducated.” Turns out, Clive had deliberately led his followers to dig up my personal information and post it in the comments section. Within moments, I was drowning in an onslaught of insults! Even my socials were flooded with harsh comments. Some guy even stuffed a dead rat into my food delivery! With no other choice, I turned to Mr. Carmichael. In my last life, when I was falsely accused of plagiarism, he was the one who stood up for me, rallying my classmates to stand up for me. Though we ultimately failed back then, he was the only person I could turn to now. As soon as he learned of my situation, he immediately arranged a private study room for me to prepare for the exams in peace. I could deal with everything else later. Finally, that damn Old English essay I had been working on was complete. The SAT was in two days—all I had to do was write it out on the test paper. I let out a long breath of relief—only for Clive to drop another bombshell. [Just a little secret between us,] his latest post read. [I finished my Old English essay!] The attached photo was a blurred-out notebook page. But even with the censoring, I recognized the last few lines of the essay immediately. They were identical to what I had just written! And worse—his post had gone up 10 minutes before I finished mine! I completely lost it, ripping my notebook to shreds. Was I seriously doomed to be plagiarized in every lifetime? Dammit! I just wanted to give up! Then, out of nowhere, my teacher called. [Congratulations, Mr. Witt! You got an early admission to Harvard!] That meant… I didn’t even have to take the SAT! Seeing the news, my exhaustion vanished in an instant. I didn’t know why things changed in this life, and honestly, I didn’t care anymore. With this guaranteed admission in my hands, I was going to make sure Clive, the serial plagiarist, paid for what he did! I told no one about my admission or that I wouldn’t be taking the exam. The night before the test, I revised my essay one last time. Clive really enjoyed cheating and plagiarising, huh? Fine. This time, I’d let him steal my work to his heart’s content. When the final test ended, he was the first to walk out of the hall. Outside, a massive crowd had gathered, including a few live-streaming influencers. As soon as he stepped out, they rushed up to him. “Hey, you look pretty confident! Bet you did great, huh?” Before he could answer, Geena chimed in. “Of course! He’s our class genius, our top student! He even guessed the essay topic correctly!” The livestream chat blew up, full of praise, saying he was definitely getting into Harvard. Clive grinned in satisfaction—until a group of cops suddenly stormed in and cuffed him on the spot. “Mr. Smolett, you’ve been reported for involvement in illegal activities. Please come with us and cooperate for the investigation.”

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While the killer was stabbing me left and right, my dad was stitching up a teddy bear for my sister, one careful stitch at a time. He ignored every desperate call I made for help. “Super busy right now, don’t bug me unless it’s big.” Days later, Dad, a forensic pathologist, was teaching his students using a female cadaver he dissected himself. “The victim faced brutal treatment before her death, clinging fiercely to life until her last breath.” He opened up the cadaver and then sewed it back together, allowing each student to practice from sunrise to sunset. He identified every injury on the body but failed to realize, this body was me—his own daughter he resented so deeply. **** They found my corpse in a sewer shaft. A badly decomposed body reeking of death. The police, along with my Dad, the seasoned medical examiner, rushed to the scene. Upon arrival, Dad expertly handled my battered body, instructing his students to take down vital scene details. “The deceased is a young female, her face destroyed by sulfuric acid. We’ll need to gather DNA to identify her.” After assessing the situation, Dad took off his gloves. “Take her back for an autopsy.” His student nodded, moving to place me in a body bag, but the sight of my acid-disfigured face nearly made him sick. “Ugh…” Dad shook his head, “Can’t stomach it?” The student excused himself to vomit then returned pale-faced. “It’s not about handling it, sir, it’s just that this lady’s fate was too harsh…” Dad glanced again at the body bag holding me, nodding dispassionately, “Yeah, it’s a tough one.” Years as a medical examiner had numbed him to the horrors of death. But Dad, if you knew it was me, would you still be so composed? I watched them transport my body back to the police station and onto the autopsy table. Hovering above, I silently observed Dad as he donned a mask and gloves, preparing meticulously for the autopsy. Disinfecting, arranging, bowing, incising. The cold scalpel sliced through my body, causing even my soul to shudder involuntarily. It didn’t hurt. Compared to the thirty-seven stab wounds on my body, this was nothing. Dad’s movements were precise and skilled as he examined and noted each wound. He held my head, examining my face closely. Suddenly, he sensed something was amiss, his finger brushed my ear. I have a mole under my earlobe; he used to know about it. Dad touched the mole with his hand, and as he pondered, the students entered. Dad quickly turned around, pushing the thought aside. He removed his gloves and told the students, “This corpse is quite instructive, it’s rare to see one this decomposed. Have a go yourselves.” The students crowded around me, the harsh light from the autopsy table reflecting the cold steel of several scalpels. I no longer felt any pain and could only watch as Dad walked out of the autopsy room step by step. So close, Dad. You were so close to discovering that the body you were dissecting was your own daughter.   When the autopsy report was released, even the seasoned police officers furrowed their brows. The report stated clearly: [The deceased was a young woman under twenty-five, who had suffered severe abuse and multiple fractures before death.] Although stabbed thirty-seven times, none of the wounds were fatal; the actual cause of death was suffocation. After death, her face was disfigured with concentrated sulfuric acid, and all her fingerprints were erased. The head of the criminal investigation team, Tony Smith, closed the autopsy report with a mix of sorrow and anger, “Son of a bitch, absolutely inhuman!” Dad’s expression remained neutral, his years in the field having cultivated a remarkably calm demeanor. “Our first order of business is to find the killer and identify the victim as soon as possible,” he stated. Captain Smith, noticing a pink thread on Dad’s sleeve, queried, “Where did this come from?” A soft smile briefly crossed Dad’s typically stern face as he pocketed the thread. “Sophie’s teddy bear lost an ear, and I sewed it back on recently.” Tony looked astonished. “Your hands that dissect corpses can also mend toys?” Dad shot him a wry look. “Stitching is my specialty, you know that.” Tony smirked. “Sophie’s getting old for a teddy bear, isn’t she?” Dad stood up, his tone firm, “No matter her age, she’s still my little girl. And she’s been without her mother since she was young. I owe it to her to make up for that loss in any way I can.” As he was about to leave, Tony caught his arm. “Harper, you’ve got two daughters. You’re great with Sophie, why not show Emily some of that kindness?” At the mention of my name, Dad bristled and pulled away. “Don’t bring her up! She’s no daughter of mine!” Tony sighed, “I know you’re still torn up about your wife’s death, but Emily was just a little girl back then, it wasn’t her fault…” “Enough!” Dad cut him off sharply, “Intentional or not, wasn’t it all her doing? She killed her mother! She’s wrecked Sophie’s life, she’s been nothing but a curse on our family, I will never forgive her!” Dad stormed out, leaving Tony behind. They had been comrades for years, but because of me, he showed no mercy. My ghostly form crouched on the ground curled up. Oh, how I wished I could tell him – I didn’t kill Mom…

Unable to leave this world just yet, I followed Dad all the way home. Upon arrival, I saw Sophie rushing toward Dad with her pink teddy bear, beaming with joy. “Dad, did you fix this bear?” He caught her in a steady embrace, his smile warm and tender. “I did fix it. Do you like it?” “I love it! You’re the best, Dad!” They sat down to a cozy dinner, father and daughter, exuding warmth and affection. Sophie stirred her food and asked nonchalantly, “I haven’t seen my sister in a while. I wonder what she’s up to now?” Dad’s smile turned cold instantly. “Focus on your meal. Why bring her up? Even if she’s dead outside, it’s none of our concern.” Sophie, trying to soften him, replied, “Dad, you shouldn’t talk like that… she’s still my sister.” Dad slammed his forks down, “She doesn’t deserve to be your sister! You are my only daughter.” Sophie wrapped her arms around Dad, patting him soothingly. “Okay, Dad has only one daughter, and that’s me. I won’t bring her up again.” Dad finally calmed down and nodded in agreement. Sophie glanced at the family photo on the wall. My face was covered by a sticker in that photo. She smiled slightly to herself, content that Dad had affirmed her place. Only if I vanished from this world could she live without a shadow over her.   The year Sophie was born was filled with joy for our family. My parents told me, as the older sister, to treat Sophie as precious as the apple of my eye. Ever since I was a child, I would let her have the best of everything, placing her needs above my own life. Sophie relied on me heavily, always saying I was the most important person in her world. So when she accidentally knocked over a candle and set the house on fire, she sobbed, begging me not to reveal the truth. At fifteen, I carried my ten-year-old sister out of the blazing house, my legs scorched by the flames. I thought I had done something heroic, but we were unaware that our mother, who had just come home from a night shift, was asleep in the bedroom. My mother perished in the fire. It wasn’t until after the firefighters extinguished the flames that they discovered her charred remains. When Dad learned what happened, he broke down and blamed me entirely. “It’s all your fault! How could we have raised a daughter who would bring such tragedy? You’ve killed your own mother!” I was left defenseless, with only my tears to speak for me. I wanted to tell him it wasn’t my fault, that Sophie was the one who had lit the candle. But I had promised Sophie I would keep her secret, especially as she was hospitalized with severe trauma from the fire. I couldn’t say a word, could express nothing. In the pouring rain, Dad left me behind, as if I were nothing more than a stray dog. Eventually, Tony couldn’t stand by and watch; he took me in. I was barred from attending my mother’s funeral and was not allowed to say goodbye. I bowed deeply towards the direction of the crematorium until my forehead bled. I know I failed my mother and my father. And after the funeral, Sophie hugged me. “Thank you for not ruining my life,” she whispered. She also cautioned me, “The incident is in the past now. Don’t ever bring it up with Dad. Keep to the story as we’ve told it.”

Only the dead keep their secrets, a fact both Sophie and I knew all too well. Maybe her desire to kill me started years ago, but I never saw it coming. I thought taking the blame could heal our family, and maybe get us back to the good old days. But as time went by, Dad’s hatred for me only deepened. So on the anniversary of Mom’s death, I’d vanish for a while, this year included. Early this month, I moved in with my childhood buddy, Kelsey, to avoid upsetting Dad. But then, out of the blue, I got a call. It was the kidnappers, demanding ransom for Sophie. Sophie screamed on the phone, “Emily, save me!” She insisted, “Come alone, or they’ll kill me!” Being a forensic pathologist’s daughter, I was mentally prepared for such scenarios. I went alone with the ransom to the specified abandoned factory. There, I found Sophie, unharmed, standing with several burly men she had hired. My blood ran cold. Sophie pointed at me and coldly ordered, “That’s her, get rid of her, and leave no trace.” My own sister, whom I’ve cared for all my life, ready to betray me so cruelly. What happened next is a blur. In extreme pain, people tend to forget. All I remember is not wanting to die, desperately gasping for air. I struggled, leaving a trail of blood as I crawled, trying to call Dad for help with my smartwatch. The calls went through but were disconnected repeatedly. Dad wasn’t answering. Sophie’s hired thugs smashed my watch, taunting, “Still trying to call for help? Are you asking for death?” “The boss said it’s all fair game, just finish her off!” They stabbed me mercilessly, and broke my arms and legs as I tried to crawl forward. But I still clung to life. There was something I still hadn’t told Dad…

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Kathy Holman, my only sister, fell head over heels for The Prince of the Capital’s Elite Circle at first sight. Just to create an opportunity, she didn’t hesitate to drug him at a banquet. I didn’t stop her at that time. In fact, I even gave her a hand to deliver the drugged drink. To top it off, I thoughtfully booked a luxurious suite to carry out for her plan. In my previous life, I tried to intervene when I saw her spiking the drink, warning her that the Miles Family wielded so much influence, both in the legal and underground worlds. That means, messing with them would be equal to courting death. That night, however, Chester Miles ended up spending the night with another woman. By the next day, he was engaged with said woman in a flash announcement. My sister said nothing out loud about it. On the way home, however, she pushed me off an overpass. I was killed on the spot, my body crushed under a speeding truck. In my final moments, she screamed at me, accusing me of ruining her chance to marry into a wealthy family. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the banquet on that fateful day. This time, I was determined to watch her dig her own grave! ***** As I watched Chester drink the spiked wine, my sister stood at a distance, her eyes gleaming with scheming satisfaction. Within two minutes, the drug kicked in. Chester’s face flushed unnaturally red. His private bodyguards immediately stepped in, supporting him as they escorted him upstairs. I gave my sister an “OK” gesture and handed her the room key. I was about to slip away when she grabbed my arm. She whispered with threatening tone, “Don’t think I don’t know what’s on your mind! You’re not going anywhere until the job is done!” “Stay outside the room and keep watch for me! If Mr. Miles’s people show up, you’d better know what to say and what to keep to yourself!” This time, I didn’t stop her. I wanted to see just how far she could go with her schemes. My sister thought I would try to stop her; it was what I did in my previous life. Instead, this time around, I let go of her hand. Glancing at the bodyguards who had already taken notice of her from afar, I smiled and said, “Relax, you’re my sister. If I don’t help you, who else will?” “When you marry into the Miles Family, just don’t forget about this sister of yours, alright?” In my past life, she was convinced that I had ruined her chance to marry into wealth, blaming me for her failure and my gruesome death. This time, I won’t stop her. I’d even help her every step of the way. Let’s see how far she can push her luck! Kathy didn’t think twice about it. Tossing her head back, she smirked proudly. “At least you know your place. Once I marry into the Miles Family, I’ll get you a driver or a secretary job. That should keep you fed and clothed for the rest of your life!” “When we get upstairs, keep your mouth shut. If anyone asks, just say you’re a server waiting for Mr. Miles’s instructions. And if you ruin my plans, you know the consequences!” Her sharp gaze pierced through me as she grabbed my wrist and dragged me upstairs with her. The bodyguards stood at the door as my sister made an excuse about delivering water and went inside. I stayed hidden at the end of the hallway, keeping a close watch. Not long after, a heavy thud came from the room. Moments later, Kathy was dragged out of the room, unconscious, by a group of men. Five bodyguards, wearing lecherous grins, dragged her into the room next door. Seeing this, I let out a sigh of relief and clapped my hands, ready to leave. Suddenly, a heavy blow struck the back of my head. Everything went black and I lost consciousness. When I came to, my limbs were tied to the bedposts with silk ribbons. In front of me was Chester’s sweat-drenched face. My eyes widened in shock and I opened my mouth to call for help. Before I could, he silenced me with a kiss, his lips pressing firmly against mine. “Don’t think I don’t know there was something wrong with that drink tonight,” he said, his voice cold and dangerous. “Since you delivered it, you can deal with the consequences…” My cries for help were muffled as the room was filled with heated breaths. I struggled fiercely, using every ounce of strength I had, but it was futile. Whatever drug Kathy had found worked too well—Chester didn’t stop until morning. When he finally fell asleep, I endured the pain coursing through my body, quietly untying myself and slipping back into my clothes. Chester was infamous for his ruthless and vengeful nature. I wasn’t foolish enough to stick around like Kathy would. After carefully erasing any trace of my presence in the room, I made my escape.   Before leaving, I glanced toward the room where Kathy was dragged into. The door was left ajar, revealing a glimpse inside. Clothes from the five bodyguards were scattered across the floor. Kathy lay unconscious on the bed, completely out cold. I tried not to make a sound and quietly scrambled from that place away. When I got home, my parents rushed up to me eagerly. Not seeing Kathy with me, their faces immediately darkened. “Sarah, where’s your sister? Why are you back alone?” Remembering how, in my previous life, this family had blamed me for ruining Kathy’s “opportunity” and didn’t even bother to claim my body after my death, I no longer cared to be polite. “Maybe she overdid it with the drugs. Mr. Miles is probably still… occupied with her,” I said flatly. My mother’s scowl instantly melted into a delighted smile. “I knew it! Kathy is someone who can make things happen, unlike certain people—useless and nothing but a money drain after twenty years of raising them!” My father didn’t even spare me a glance, immediately urging my mother to start cooking a nourishing soup. “Make sure it’s ready when Kathy gets back. If she drinks it, she’ll be able to have a son for Mr. Miles.” Too tired to argue, I slumped onto the couch to rest. Just as the soup began simmering, Kathy walked into our house. She was limping, her neck covered in bruises and marks. It was obvious she had no idea who she’d actually spent the night with. The moment Kathy saw me, she wasted no time berating me in front of our parents. She accused me of failing to stand guard for her, not helping her clean up the mess and even refusing to buy her the drugs she needed for her plan. My mother’s face darkened immediately. Without hesitation, she slapped me across the face. Her voice rising with fury, “I knew you were useless! Worthless trash! Why did I even bother raising a money-leech like you?” “Your sister finally got her chance and not only did you refuse to help, but you left her behind to fend for herself? Money was falling from the sky and you couldn’t even pick it up! You’re doomed to be a penniless worker your whole life!” I held my stinging cheek, laughing bitterly at her shameless words. “At least I make my money through honest work. Unlike some people, I’d never stoop to selling my body!” My father’s face twisted with rage. He grabbed the ashtray from the coffee table and hurled it at my head. Blood instantly soaked my clothes, but he didn’t so much as blink. Instead, he continued to hurl insults at me, “All you ever talk about is working, working! Do you think your pitiful wages will be enough to give me and your mother any comfort before we’re dead and gone?” “You’re a complete disgrace! And now you have the nerve to insult your sister? Look at yourself—what kind of trash do you think you are? You’re good for nothing!” “If I’d known you’d turn out like this, I would’ve sold you off back then and saved myself the trouble!” “Marrying you off to some poor nobody for a few thousand in bride price? Do you think I run a charity?” I pressed a wad of tissues against the wound on my forehead, but no matter how hard I tried, the bleeding wouldn’t stop. Disappointment overwhelmed me and I couldn’t hold back my retort, “I’m your daughter, not a piece of pork in a butcher shop for people to pick and choose! If you’re so eager to sell your daughter’s body, why not just open a brothel?” “Every penny I earn is from my own hard work. What’s so wrong with that? If you despised me so much, why bother having me in the first place?” For a moment, panic flashed across both my parents’ faces. Just as they were about to lash out again, Kathy interrupted, smugly flaunting herself. “Don’t mind her. Once I have a baby and marry into the Miles Family, she’ll be the one begging me for help, kneeling at my feet.” At her words, my parents completely forgot about me. They rushed to Kathy, eager to hear about her “progress.” Kathy blushed, feigning shyness as she spoke. “You wouldn’t believe it. Chester isn’t nearly as cold and distant as the rumors say. He kept me up all night and I’m still sore everywhere!” “It’s just that when I woke up, he was already gone. All he left behind was a bank card in the room.” “But with how many times we did it, I’m sure I’ll get pregnant. When that happens, the position of Mrs. Miles is as good as mine!”

My parents laughed with delight at my sister’s words, as if they could already envision themselves becoming in-laws of the Miles Family. They had no clue about the Miles Family’s power or what that name truly represented. Anyone who dared to scheme against Chester would likely end up not even knowing how they met their end. The most important thing now was for me to sever ties with them as quickly as possible. At this moment, my parents were practically worshiping Kathy, showering her with praise for being such a capable daughter. They couldn’t stop talking about her success, constantly offering her soups and tonics, hoping she’d give birth to a child right away. I seized the opportunity to expose their greedy, materialistic nature. And well, as expected, my words instantly provoked them. My father kicked me off the sofa, tearing the page with my name from the household registry and throwing it at me. “Get out! Leave right now! I never have a useless daughter like you!” My mother looked at me with pure disappointment, her gaze full of contempt. Kathy stretched out her legs with a smug grin and said, “I was thinking of hooking you up with a secretary or a driver to help you live the good life, but since you’re so set on making your own money, go ahead and move out. And don’t come running to me if you get fired!” With my point made, I smiled and picked up the page from the household registry that had fallen to the floor. “One day, you’ll realize that the Miles Family isn’t as simple as they seem. Anyone who dares to scheme against Chester might end up the one begging for mercy.” I spent the night in a hotel, buying some medicine from a pharmacy to treat the wound on my forehead. The next day at work, I overheard my colleagues gossiping. “Did you hear? Someone drugged Mr. Miles last night! They slept with him and then ran off and Mr. Miles is going crazy trying to find them!” “How desperate can people be for money? Who on earth dares to drug Mr. Miles? The last person who tried is probably already in the grave!” “Wasn’t there supposed to be a marriage contract between the Miles Family and the Chandler family? Even though the Chandler family’s daughter went missing, I heard the engagement wasn’t canceled.” As they spoke, the one and only Franklin Chandler appeared behind us without us noticing. He said coldly, “Is everyone done with their work? Do you have time to gossip about Mr. Miles? You do have ideas what you’re getting yourselves into, right?” My colleagues immediately returned to their cubicle in desperate motion. Franklin gave me a once-over, a subtle smile dancing in his eyes. He and Chester had grown up together, their families were old friends with deep ties. From Franklin’s ruthless business style, it was clear that Chester was not someone to be taken lightly. This time, Kathy was finished. Remembering what my colleagues had just said, I immediately went home and wrote up my resignation letter. I couldn’t fight them, but I could avoid them. My boss didn’t ask for any reason and quickly processed my resignation. Afraid of being found by Chester, I rented a small apartment and stayed hidden for a week, not daring to go outside. Kathy, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. She paraded around the corporation building every day, hoping Chester would recognize her as the one who had drugged him that night. Unfortunately for her, Chester’s bodyguards walked past her countless times without sparing her a single glance. Kathy was beginning to panic. She registered an account online under her real name, posting updates about the dinner from that night in every single post. After ten posts, Chester still hadn’t reached out to her. Next, she took a photo of the bank card and claimed it online as her find. This time, she finally got a response. Chester publicly replied to one of the comments: “The card is mine. Please share your contact info and I’ll pick it up personally. I’d really appreciate it.” His reply sent shockwaves through the internet. It was quickly screenshotted and went viral, climbing to the top of trending searches. The usually cold and distant CEO’s rare display of warmth was quickly interpreted by everyone online as a flirtatious conversation. People began speculating that my sister, the “good Samaritan” who found Mr. Miles’ lost item, was about to hit the jackpot.

Sharp-eyed netizens quickly tracked down Kathy’s address through her posts. They immediately connected her to the person who had drugged Chester that night. Before ‘the Mr. Miles’ even showed up at her door, people trying to gain favor were already flooding into her house. Talent scouts reached out to Kathy, offering collaboration deals, praising her pure looks and predicting she’d become a rising star in the industry. Others, eager to get close to the Miles Family, invited Kathy to dine at a luxury hotel, asking her to speak on their behalf in front of Chester. Rumors were spreading like wildfire online. Many were even betting that Chester would break off his engagement with the Chandler family. In just one day, Kathy gained millions of followers and became the new internet sensation. Yet, amidst all the attention, she pretended to caution people not to spread rumors, projecting an image of icy composure that quickly won over a legion of fans. Behind the scenes, her scandal only grew more widespread. I couldn’t stay idles much longer. I rushed to move my household registration out of my parent’s home. That evening, when I returned to pack my things, my parents were practically beaming. They were holding their smartphones, joyfully laughing non-stop at the comments online. It was as if they had already imagined themselves becoming in-laws to the Miles Family. I paid them no heed and proceed to head back to my room to pack my things. At my action, Mom snorted disdainfully. “You don’t even know how to enjoy life. Your whole life will just be spent working hard for nothing, a burden on the family.” Dad sighed deeply, looking disappointed. “When are you going to have even half the success your sister has? We could have been living right next to the Miles Family by now!” Kathy, her face covered in a thousand-dollar facial mask, strutted out of her room and stood in front of me with a smug expression. “You still don’t know, right? Mr. Miles has already messaged me, saying he wants to meet.” “He must have figured out that I was the one who helped him that night, but he’s not angry with me. He might’ve been interested in me all along!” “I just took a pregnancy test. Two lines.” “You should start flattering me now while you still can.” “After all, you’re my sister. Once I marry into the Miles Family, getting you a maid job won’t be a problem.” When I heard her mention the two lines, my heart sank. I casually touched my stomach, trying not to show my unease. “The rumors online, you were the one spreading them, weren’t you? Don’t you know how powerful the legal department at Miles Enterprises is? You’re not helping Mom and Dad, you’re dragging the whole family down with you.” Sure enough, as soon as I finished speaking… Mom had just seen the clarifying statement from Miles Enterprises online. It said that anyone continuing to spread rumors would face legal action from the Miles Family. The comments section, which had been full of excited chatter just moments ago, was suddenly shut down. All of Kathy’s posts were taken down and her account was banned. Only then did Kathy panic. But holding onto her pride, she hesitated for a long time before finally opening the chat window, yet she didn’t send a message to Chester. As my parents anxiously crowded around her, asking about the situation, Chester finally reached out to her. [I’ll send someone to pick you up. Be downstairs in five minutes.] The corner of Kathy’s mouth, which had just settled, couldn’t help but lift again. She waved her phone in front of me with a triumphant smile. “See that? The Miles Family is big. It’s understandable they want to keep things low-profile. But look, my husband can’t wait to explain things to me in person!” “Someone as timid and useless as you wouldn’t even be worthy of carrying my shoes! Get lost!” She pushed me aside and headed to her room to change. My parents immediately turned on me. “What use is it having you as a daughter if you can’t even support your sister? What’s the point of raising you?” “Just leave already! Don’t stay here and make us look at you!” Mom was so emotional, tears filling her eyes. “This risky move was definitely the right one! We might even be moving into a villa tonight!” Dad laughed heartily, holding up Kathy’s pregnancy test stick, with two lines showing and excitedly said, “I never even dared to dream about this! It’s the Miles Family! We’ll be part of high society now!” “Dear wife, take a look! How does this outfit look for our daughter’s wedding? Do you think it’ll embarrass her?” “When our grandson is born, what should we send as a gift? We can’t let our in-laws look down on us!” Watching them excitedly plan for the future, I silently returned to my room to pack my things. As I left the house, I followed them at a distance. By the time we got downstairs, we were surrounded by neighbors. Their voices were filled with weird mix, both of admiration and envy. “Wow, you’re so lucky to have a daughter like that! I saw the news online and if my daughter could marry into the Miles Family, I’d be grinning in my sleep!” “You two are really glowing with happiness, you even look younger! The gray hairs are almost gone!” “If I had known it would turn out this way, I would’ve let my daughter try for it too! I thought Mr. Miles was so hard to impress, but after all, he’s still a man—he can’t resist temptation!” I couldn’t help but feel a wave of disgust rise in my throat, the urge to gag taking over. My parents were grinning from ear to ear, eagerly declaring that the wedding would be a special celebration for our neighbors. In the midst of their chatter, several police cars pulled up with their sirens blaring. The leading officer showed his badge and spoke coldly, “Which one of you is Miss Kathy Holmes? She’s suspected of spreading rumors and using illegal substances. We need you to come with us for questioning.”

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The director called ‘Cut’ three times, but my celebrity husband was still locked in a passionate kiss with his childhood sweetheart. As his assistant, I kindly reminded them, but the childhood sweetheart burst into tears, claiming she was too deep into the role. In front of the entire crew, my husband scolded me, saying that my eyes and heart were so dirty that I saw filth in everything. That night, the paparazzi caught the two of them entering and leaving a five-star hotel together. In the past, I would have been devastated, obsessing over him and scrambling to handle the PR crisis while crying. But this time, I realized our five-year secret marriage was utterly meaningless. ***** Right after I spoke with a lawyer about the divorce, Jacob walked into the lounge. The lipstick mark from his childhood sweetheart, Agnes The moment he saw me, the smile on his face instantly vanished, his gaze turning cold and said harshly, “Sienna, can’t you figure out your place? This is a resting room for the leading actors, arranged by the crew. What are you doing here?” I grabbed the thermos from the makeup table and replied indifferently, “Getting my stuff.” Jacob had started his day at five in the morning. I’d made the meal in the thermos at three. The weight hadn’t changed, so I knew Jacob hadn’t touched a bite. Seeing me turn to leave, he frowned in displeasure and said again, “Don’t bother making food anymore. It’s unpalatable.” It wasn’t the first time he’d said my cooking was bad. In the past, I would’ve exploded, questioning him, “Didn’t you say you wanted to eat my cooking for a lifetime? Why is it suddenly disgusting now?” But this time, I didn’t even bother to argue. I simply said “Hmm” and walked out the door. Jacob called after me, “There’s a crew dinner tonight. The director wants me to discuss the script with Agnes.” I pretended not to hear the guilt in his voice and coldly replied, “Okay.” After closing the door, I threw the thermos into the trash. The last scene had been filmed close to home, so Jacob hadn’t stayed at the hotel. He returned home around 1 AM. Seeing that I wasn’t waiting for him in the living room like I usually did, Jacob pushed open the bedroom door and said impatiently, “Sienna, you know I have trouble sleeping. Why didn’t you brew my calming tea?” I pulled the blanket over my head and lazily replied, “I ran out of tea leaves last night. If you want some, order takeout.” With a loud bang, Jacob slammed the door and went into the study. That was his way of showing he was angry and in the past, it would have been my cue to spend the night tossing and turning, eventually humbling myself to apologize. But that night, he waited until the next morning and I still hadn’t knocked on the study door. The next day, the crew moved filming to a remote mountain outside the city. For once, Jacob allowed me to ride in the van with him. Just as I got into the van, Agnes, wearing a low-cut, backless dress, walked up gracefully and said, “Jacob, do you have any bug spray? I always attract mosquitoes …” Seeing me, Agnes changed her tone, “Oh, Sienna, you’re here too? Then I’d better take the other car …” Before Agnes could finish, Jacob coldly said to me, “Sienna, can’t you be sensible? Stop causing trouble. Go sit in the assistant’s car.” For the first time, I said nothing and got out of the car. Watching my figure retreating into the distance, Jacob furrowed his brows. Five minutes later, I received a WhatsApp message from Jacob. [Today, Agnes will have a scene where she shows her legs. Don’t misunderstand.] [Understood.] I replied shortly. The “Typing …” indicator in the chat window stayed on for several minutes. Without thinking, I exited WhatsApp and turned off my phone. Without Jacob’s orders, the scenery along the way became more beautiful. It was already eleven at night by the time filming wrapped up. As we were finishing, the scaffold that the carpenters had set up suddenly collapsed. In a flash, Jacob pushed Agnes out of harm’s way and the two of them rolled onto the ground, accidentally locking lips.   The staff on set started cheering and clapping and Agnes shyly nestled into Jacob’s arms. “Oh no, everyone, don’t misunderstand. There’s really nothing going on between Jacob and me,” she said. Jacob didn’t respond or explain but simply tightened his hold on Agnes. I used all my strength to push away the wooden frame pressing on my calf and pulled out the splinter stuck in my flesh. Limping away from the scene, I found a quiet spot to tend to my wound. When I returned to the filming site, I discovered everyone had already left. The surrounding darkness stretched endlessly, accompanied by the howling of wild animals. I curled my injured body into a ball, gripping a tree branch and hid on a stone beneath a large tree, keeping vigilant all night long. It wasn’t until dawn that I shakily began my descent from the mountain. Halfway down, my phone finally got a signal and Jacob called, furiously scolding me, “Sienna, you’re really something, huh? Not answering my calls and slacking off! Agnes got bitten by mosquitoes during filming last night. Go to the hospital and get her some medicine!” As the most popular actress of the year, Agnes was known for her unpretentious personality, winning her many fans. Everyone knew she didn’t hire personal assistants and took care of things herself. But no one knew that Jacob took care of all her personal affairs, delegating tasks to me. When I remained silent, Jacob quickly lost patience and yelled, “Sienna, are you deaf? I’m giving you half an hour, get back to the set immediately!” “I’m on the mountain,” I replied. There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line before he spoke again. He finally asked, “You spent the night on the mountain? Alone?” Surveying my surroundings, I still felt as if a pair of crimson animal eyes were watching me from behind a tree, waiting to pounce. The tension in my mind snapped and tears of delayed fear welled up in my eyes. Jacob’s tone softened, “Stay where you are. I’ll come get you. It’ll take about an hour.” The sun blazed above me and hour after hour passed. Still, Jacob never came. Dragging my broken body, I made my way back to the set on my own. When Jacob entered the tent, I had just finished a phone call with a new assistant candidate for an interview. His eyes scanned my phone with cold suspicion and he asked in a deep voice, “Sienna, who were you talking to?” “Someone I don’t know,” I replied flatly. Jacob naturally thought this call was a scam call from a stranger. He didn’t ask any further questions and I didn’t explain. “I figured you’d be hungry, so I brought you some food,” he said, tossing a takeout box heavily onto the camping table. The corner of the takeout box, filled with leftover food scraps, peeked out and a sour stench wafted from it. Quickly collecting the box, Jacob cleared his throat and said, “There were a lot of people ordering takeout, they must’ve grabbed the wrong one.” With the kind of people who dined at the same table as a famous actor like Jacob, how could anyone possibly take the wrong box? I lay back on the bed, turning my body to the side. I said coldly, “It’s fine. My delivery should be arriving soon anyway.” Hearing this, Jacob’s expression darkened and he said in a low voice, “Why didn’t you tell me you were ordering takeout? Sienna, I’ve told you many times, there’s nothing going on between Agnes and me. Everything is just for the show, for the sake of creating an on-screen chemistry. I don’t understand why you’re making such a fuss. Why are you so petty?” Facing the man’s explanation, I responded coldly, “I’m not making a fuss.” Though I was telling the truth, it only fueled Jacob’s anger. He threw the takeout box into the trash and said with a sharp tone, “Then why didn’t you bring Agnes the medicine? Didn’t I tell you it’s inconvenient for me to go to the hospital with my public image? It’s just a small matter of buying medicine. Sienna, is this really necessary?” Buying medicine was indeed a small thing, but what about doing laundry and cooking? Agnes claimed she had a germ phobia, insisting all her clothes be hand-washed. So, even when we were filming in the freezing northern winter, with temperatures below minus ten degrees, Jacob ordered me to bear the pain of frostbite and hand-wash Agnes’s clothes. I remember once when my frostbite was so severe that it bled and stained Agnes’s clothes.

Upon seeing it, Jacob kicked me out of the hotel, forcing me to wash Agnes’s clothes outside in the snow while wearing nothing but a thin nightgown. All because Agnes had casually said, “Jacob, I heard from my relatives that snow can cure frostbite.” In Jacob’s eyes, I had always been an obedient servant, following his every command without question. But after five years of being a servant, I was tired of it. I pulled the blanket over my head and said coldly, “I’m not feeling well, I don’t want to go.” The space on the other side of the blanket remained quiet for a long time before Jacob stormed out in anger. That night, Jacob and Agnes shot to the top of the trending searches. In the video, Jacob was carrying Agnes in a princess hold, rushing into the hospital, shouting for an emergency. The comments section was filled with praise: [Wow, is this Jacob Levine, the actor, making things official?] [Oh my gosh, a princess carry! I’m so jealous. If someone tried to lift me at my weight, they’d throw out their back.] [Isn’t anyone concerned about what happened to Agnes? Why did she need to go to the ER?] [I’m from the crew. Agnes said her forehead felt a bit hot and wanted to find a thermometer. As soon as Jacob heard, he carried her off the lounge chair and drove her to the hospital himself.] [I knew I was shipping the right couple! I’m so into this!] As I scrolled through the comments, Jacob called me. Before I could even speak, he hurriedly explained, “Sienna, I took Agnes to the hospital because she said she had a fever. I was just worried her fever would affect the filming schedule, nothing more. Please don’t misunderstand the trending searches. There’s really nothing between me and Agnes.” “Okay,” I replied. My genuine response left Jacob speechless for half a minute. “What did you say?” he asked. I answered, “It’s all for the new drama’s promotion. I understand. Don’t worry, I’ll handle the reporters.”   After my words, the breathing on the other end of the phone became heavy and serious, just like when Jacob used to get angry. I didn’t want to hear any more of his foul language, so I hung up and turned off my phone. Then, using my work phone, I contacted the most influential entertainment journalists in the country, asking them to blow up the news about Jacob carrying Agnes in a princess hold to the hospital. The journalists were taken aback when they heard my request. “Miss Hubert, are you sure you want to do this?” I couldn’t blame them for their surprise. In the past, I had always paid to suppress these kinds of stories, explaining them away as part of the filming process. But this time, I wasn’t going to do that. Since I was already preparing for a divorce, I needed to protect our shared assets, ensuring I could get more in the division of property. I said, “But I have one condition.” The entertainment reporters paused and said, “Miss Hubert, please go ahead.” I said again, “I want fifty percent of the profits. If you agree, we’ll sign the contract right away and get started. I can even provide you with more authentic material.” My confidence excited the journalists even more. After all, no news was more sensational than a romance involving a superstar actor. The next day, Jacob and Agnes’s childhood sweetheart romance was exposed, quickly dominating the top three trending searches. Instead of dealing with it, I had scheduled an interview with a new assistant. That night, Jacob, who was filming in another city, surprisingly rushed home. From the living room, I could smell Agnes’s signature perfume on him. “Sienna, don’t you have anything to say?” he asked frantically. His expression was serious and his cold gaze fixed on me. His eyes were just like that poisonous snake I had fought for my life with on the mountain. He scolded me, “Do you realize what you’ve done is going to greatly impact Agnes’s career? There are paparazzi swarming outside her house right now and she can’t even go out!” Casually eating potato chips and watching anime, I didn’t even look up. “Isn’t this exactly what the fans wanted? It’s also perfect promotion for the new drama. I made this decision after weighing the pros and cons,” I said calmly. Those were the same words Jacob had said to me two years ago. At that time, Agnes was filming a scene where the heroine falls off a cliff, her first role in the entertainment industry. Just before filming, Agnes tearfully told Jacob that she was afraid of heights. In order not to delay the progress of the shooting and make the scene realistic, Jacob didn’t hesitate to have me put on Agnes’s costume and act as her stunt double, jumping off a cliff more than ten meters high without any safety precautions. “Agnes said the crew had set up safety measures at the bottom of the cliff. Sienna, what are you hesitating for?” he said. “But … Jacob … I’m afraid of heights too.” I trembled as I clung to Jacob’s arm, only for him to shake me off coldly. He insisted, “How come I never noticed you were so difficult before? Now that Agnes is here, suddenly you’re scared of heights? Are you just putting on an act, Sienna?” “But I really am afraid …” I sobbed. He scolded me, “Enough with the ‘buts’! Sienna, let me tell you, I’m doing this after weighing the pros and cons.” With those words, Jacob didn’t hesitate to push me off the cliff. That scene didn’t even show my face in the close-up. Even now, Agnes’s fan-base still praises her dedication to her craft, saying she never uses stunt doubles for the sake of authenticity. Thanks to that scene, Agnes became one of the most beloved actresses in the entertainment industry. And me? After being pushed off a cliff without any safety measures by Jacob, I broke my right leg and spent more than half a year in the hospital. During my entire hospital stay, Jacob only visited me once and that was because Agnes had been scratched by her pet cat and he had brought her to the hospital to get her finger bandaged. Even though my room was just next to Agnes’s, Jacob wouldn’t set foot inside, afraid it might dirty his shoes. At this moment, Jacob was speechless, blocked by my words. Silently, I pulled out the divorce papers I had prepared in advance, placed them on the coffee table and calmly said, “Jacob, let’s get a divorce.”

Hearing my words, Jacob froze on the spot, staring at me blankly, “What did you say? Sienna?” I took out a pen, signed the divorce papers one by one and used lipstick to make my fingerprint before pushing the papers in front of Jacob. “I said, I want a divorce,” I said it again. Jacob tugged at his collar and frowned. “Sienna, are you out of your mind? Who would want you, a middle-aged woman, after leaving me?” So in Jacob’s eyes, I, a woman who had just turned thirty, was already considered middle-aged. I tossed the pen at him. I replied, “Haven’t you heard the saying, ‘A woman blossoms at thirty?’ But Jacob, you should know that after the divorce, I won’t be your assistant anymore. You’ll need to give me a few days to hand over your recent work schedule to the new assistant.” My straightforwardness earned a mocking laugh from Jacob. He pointed at me with one hand, his eyes filled with impatience. “Sienna, you’re playing with fire and you’re going to get burned!” Just as he finished speaking, Agnes’s distinctive ringtone started playing. Jacob didn’t answer, instead, he looked at me with a threatening gaze. He started to mocked me, “Didn’t you always say you wanted to have a baby before turning thirty? I know you’re ovulating these days. Sienna, I’m giving you three seconds to take back what you just said.” Last year, I made a birthday wish on my 29th birthday, turning my ovulation days into a scheduled task for Jacob and me to fulfill our marital duties. But Jacob didn’t know that I had stopped ovulating since last month. The ringtone echoed in the living room like a ticking time bomb. Three seconds later, the last remaining connection between Jacob and me exploded into pieces. “Sienna, you’ve got guts. Let’s see if you can stay this tough forever!” With those words, he stormed out of the villa. As soon as the door slammed shut, I picked up my phone and scheduled an abortion for the day after tomorrow. Lying on the operating table, the doctor glanced at the ultrasound and tried to persuade me, “Miss Hubert, your baby is developing well. Are you sure you don’t want to discuss this with the father?” At the same time, a notification for a trending post popped up on my phone. It was a video clip from the previous night’s film festival. When the camera zoomed in on Jacob and Agnes sitting together, they exchanged several shy glances, their lips curling into smiles. It wasn’t until Agnes, gathering her courage in front of the crowd and the cameras, kissed Jacob that he grabbed the back of her neck with one hand, bringing her close to his throat. The deafening screams in the video suddenly stopped when I closed it. I accidentally clicked on a high-definition photo taken by one of the on-site reporters and there on Jacob’s Adam’s apple, I noticed a pair of small bite marks. On our wedding night, when Jacob was still just a stand-in actor, he pressed me down on the bed and teased me harshly. He held my head and urged me to bite his protruding Adam’s apple, his low voice still echoing in my ears, “Sienna, bite me.” Only when my teeth sank into his skin did Jacob finally hold me close, repeatedly kissing the top of my head. He said, “It really hurts, it’s not a dream. Sienna, I really married you.” Back then, Jacob truly saw me as his unreachable goddess. Locking my phone, I put it away and closed my eyes, saying to the doctor, “Go ahead, doctor.” It wasn’t as painful as I had imagined. In fact, after the surgery, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief. The next morning, after being discharged from the hospital, I met with my new assistant at a nearby café. To make sure the assistant wouldn’t be bullied, I specifically chose a male assistant. After finalizing all the details, I began signing the contract with Maxwell Phoenix. “Sienna, why are you quitting? Jacob is so nice. You have no idea how many people would kill for a chance to be his assistant,” he said. I smiled slightly. “I’m getting old. This job is more suited to young people like you who have the drive.” Maxwell looked at me with a mixture of understanding and confusion, regret and admiration flickering in his eyes. He said, “But I don’t think you’re old at all. You’ve been with Jacob through thick and thin, from his obscure days to his fame. You’ve worked so hard, you’re such a good assistant.” I gave him a faint smile and packed the signed contract into my bag. “Maybe. Maxwell, I wish you a bright future and smooth sailing.” After dealing with the assistant, I drove home. To my surprise, Jacob, who was supposed to be filming in a neighboring city, was sitting on the sofa. He looked at me, his eyes bloodshot and his voice cold when he said, “Sienna, where were you last night?” “What does it matter to you?” I asked back. I changed my shoes and headed straight to the bedroom. In the past, when Jacob stayed out countless nights, I would ask him the same question. I even called his friends one by one, trying to find out where he was. Sometimes they would cover for him and other times, an irritated Jacob would grab the phone and curse at me directly, “Sienna, where I go has nothing to do with you! I’m an adult. I have my own privacy. Can you stop meddling in my business?” While I endured his insults, I would think of ways to apologize to him, hoping he would drink less. But while I was filled with concern, what I heard on the other end of the phone was Agnes’s soft voice, “Jacob, come dance with me …” Before I could even remind him, Jacob would hang up the phone in a hurry. Now, hearing me give him the same answer, Jacob stiffened and followed me into the bedroom. He threw two photos onto my face, his eyes red with fury, “Sienna, what’s your relationship with him?”

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I was getting married, but my boyfriend of eight years still didn’t know. Lately, he had been busy with his new female secretary. They clicked right away and chatted endlessly. To celebrate her birthday, he even ordered a ten-layer cream cake. At the party, they smeared cream everywhere, forgetting that I was severely allergic to it. After being rushed to the hospital, I woke up and agreed to the arranged marriage my family had proposed. ***** Mom wasted no time. As soon as I got back from the hospital and was about to swipe my keycard to enter, she sent me dozens of wedding plans to choose from. Scrolling through the options, I stopped at her last message. [I knew all along you and Lucas wouldn’t last. If he truly wanted to marry you, why would he drag things out for eight years? It’s not too late to realize this. I’ve already prepared wedding plans for you.] [The wedding is in three days. Take your time packing. No need to rush.] So, this was all so obvious to everyone else. Yet, I was trapped in Lucas’ empty promises, unable to let go. Sighing, I sent her a voice message. “Mom, pick whatever you think is best. I like them all. Let’s keep the wedding simple.” I didn’t notice when Lucas walked up behind me. When he heard the word “wedding,” he blurted out in shock, “Wedding? What wedding?” Just as he tried to peek at my screen, I quickly put my phone away. He reached out to grab it, but in the next second, his phone started ringing. The night was so quiet that I could clearly hear a panicked female voice on the other end. “Lucas, I just went downstairs to grab something, and I think someone is following me! I’m so scared. I walked around the block, but I still can’t shake him off!” Lucas’ expression changed instantly, filled with concern. “Celine, don’t worry. Go to a well-lit area, there should be someone on duty at the security station. Stay there, and I’ll be there soon!” He hung up, completely forgetting about the wedding. Without hesitation, he left me standing there and rushed off into the night. I kept my expression perfectly calm. After he left, I called my aunt to say goodbye. My parents had moved out of town to pursue their careers ten years ago, and since then, I’d been living with my aunt. Lucas lived next door, and that was how we met. Later, when my aunt got married and sold her villa to move in with her husband, I didn’t want to intrude on her new life, so I temporarily stayed with Lucas. I never expected that “temporary” stay to last eight years. When Aunt Mina heard I was leaving to get married, she was shocked. “Married? To Lucas? Well, that’s good—it’s been eight years, so I guess it’s about time to settle down.” I pressed my lips together and corrected her assumption. “No, it’s an arranged marriage. I don’t know the person.” She fell silent for a moment, then slowly asked, “Have you thought this through? I think Lucas really cares about you; I just don’t know why he hasn’t proposed. Maybe I should talk to him?” I gave a small, indifferent smile. “No need. It wasn’t really a relationship, anyway. We never formally got together. It’s just been this vague, ambiguous thing for eight years. If I don’t end it now, my whole youth will be gone.” Aunt Mina was surprised that we’d lived together for eight years without even defining our relationship, so she didn’t try to dissuade me further and said she’d support my decision. Before going to bed, I set a three-day countdown widget on my phone. The next day, I asked my mom to send some local gifts over as a thank-you to my aunt for her care over the past decade and as a way to say goodbye. That evening, a truckload of packages finally arrived. I gave the driver directions to my aunt’s house, but I didn’t expect to run into Lucas downstairs.   Celine’s delicate figure trailed closely behind him, the two of them each carrying bags of household supplies from the supermarket. They looked just like a young couple moving in together. Just then, Aunt Mina came down to greet me and saw the scene. She was about to speak up when I interrupted her. “Mom’s gifts for you have arrived. Be sure to check the expiration dates; don’t let anything go bad.” I didn’t look at Lucas even once, though this time he, surprisingly, took the initiative to explain. “Ellie, don’t misunderstand. Celine’s previous neighborhood wasn’t safe, so I found her a new place. I didn’t realize your aunt lives here, too. By the way, why did you buy so much stuff?” As I directed the driver to bring up the deliveries, I replied nonchalantly, “You don’t need to tell me about your work. My mom bought this stuff; we don’t know when we’ll be back, so she got a lot.” Seeing I hadn’t misunderstood, Lucas looked visibly relieved. “No problem. The North Suburb isn’t far. Just let me know anytime you want to come over.” He still didn’t know I was moving back for good, and I had no plans to tell him. Aunt Mina was going to speak, but seeing how carefully Lucas was looking after Celine, her expression turned grim. The four of us stood there awkwardly until Celine, looking tired, finally broke the silence. Lucas immediately told the driver to pause the delivery, saying they had fewer things and could use the elevator first. Seeing the bags of household items he was carrying, I stepped aside to let them go. Lucas looked briefly surprised, then hurriedly stepped into the elevator. As the doors closed, I couldn’t help but see a glimpse of my former self in Celine. Back when my aunt first moved, Lucas had been just as attentive, running errands and taking care of me, moving all my things into his home with a smile, saying he was welcoming his “future lady of the house.” Watching the elevator, Aunt Mina sighed with some regret. “Are you sure you don’t want me to ask him? You’ve known each other for so long. It would be a shame to break up over a misunderstanding.” I shook my head. “No need. There’s no misunderstanding between us. He never lets one last overnight. If he hasn’t explained, then that’s it.” Lucas and Celine didn’t actually have that much to carry; they could’ve finished it all in one trip. But even after I delivered the things to my aunt and said my goodbyes, he was still nowhere to be seen downstairs. Out of courtesy to an old friend, I pulled out my phone and sent him a quick message, asking when he’d be back. Almost immediately, he replied with a voice message. I clicked on it, and Celine’s sweet voice came through. “Ellie, Lucas is helping me fix the electrical wiring here. This place has never been lived in, so there’s a lot to tidy up. You should go home first; don’t let us hold you up!” Just as I was about to close the app and call a cab, she sent another message. “By the way, Ellie, please don’t overthink it. Lucas is just helping me out. He just felt sorry for me because I’m living all alone in this big city.” Thinking of my own parents, who had moved far away years ago, I swallowed back my words and closed the chat. After getting into the cab and gazing absentmindedly out the window, Lucas called. “Ellie, why were you so harsh with Celine? She’s my subordinate, and I was just helping her find a place to live. The company hasn’t arranged accommodation yet; isn’t it normal for me to help?” “Since when did you start acting like this, huh? At the birthday party, you were sulking, saying you didn’t feel well and wanted to leave. I haven’t even addressed that, and now you’re causing trouble again?” I could hear Celine’s soft sobs through the phone. Her demeanor in front of me was nothing like the sweet, innocent junior Lucas described. Taking a deep breath, I finally understood her intentions but was too tired to defend myself. “Yeah, you’re right. My bad. I was just asking. Don’t worry; I’m already back home. I didn’t wait for you.”

Lucas’ questioning tone was silenced by my cool, indifferent response, which seemed to catch in his throat. I ended the call just as the car arrived at my apartment complex. After getting out, I noticed a flood of notifications from Lucas’ work group chat. When I opened it, the unread message count was already showing 99+. At the top was a photo that Celine had posted of Lucas fixing her electrical wiring and plumbing. [Who else has a boss this considerate?] She wrote. [I’d gladly devote my life to this company! Can I sign a lifetime contract?] Below her post were comments from other employees, filled with envy and admiration. [I’ve never seen the boss act like this. Didn’t the cleaning lady say he’s a neat freak? Doesn’t look like it here!] [Oh my god, he looks so handsome without his suit! From now on, I’m dreaming about being Mrs. Haskins! Hands off, everyone!] [This photo was posted by the future Mrs. Haskins. Snap out of it; working is your only destiny.] Before he hired Celine, I used to help Lucas out with all these tasks without expecting anything in return. But after she joined and took over my role, I forgot to leave the group chat. After reading all the replies in the group, I deleted the record and exited the app. Now that I had made my decision to move on, seeing this preview of their life together didn’t hurt as much as I thought it might. I recalled the early days when I’d just started at the company after graduation. Lucas used to share snippets of my work in the group chat all the time, sneaking photos of me making coffee or updating the schedule. It was obvious to everyone in the office that he liked me. With his love, even the daily grind felt a little sweeter, and his affection brought a spark to the dull work chat. But everything changed once Celine entered the picture. She took over all my responsibilities, and Lucas banned any mention of me in the group. He seemed drawn to her, openly and subtly. One of my former colleagues, who had been close to me, once made a harmless comment that Celine wasn’t as capable as I’d been. Lucas immediately docked her an entire year’s bonus. Later, I secretly transferred her ten thousand dollars, hoping to prevent her from impulsively quitting. When I returned to the place I’d called home for eight years but never truly belonged to, I started packing up my things. My gaze fell on a thick photo album filled with memories from the past decade. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I opened it and flipped through each page. Each photo represented a gift Lucas had given me. Eight years ago, he told me he’d give me 9,999 surprises before we’d walk down the aisle together. He wanted to win my heart with sincerity, so I’d willingly become his wife. The album, custom-made to hold exactly 9,999 photos, now had just one blank page left. But in the end, it was all for nothing. Taking the album downstairs to a quiet, open area, I lit a match and set it ablaze. I watched as each photo burned, turning slowly to ash, burying the last eight years of my life with it. Lucas arrived to see me standing over the flames, his face drained of color. He rushed over, pushing me aside to try and salvage what he could. But the heat was too intense for him to reach in. Within seconds, his hands turned red from the heat. Furious, he stomped on the burning album, trying to snuff out the flames as they devoured each photo. “What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy? All these memories—gone because of you!” he shouted.

I struggled to my feet, brushing the dust from my pajamas. The fire cast a warm glow on my face, but my voice was ice-cold. “It’s fine. I opened the album and saw bugs crawling inside, maybe cockroaches, so I burned it.” Seeing my calm demeanor, Lucas finally realized he might’ve overreacted. Taking a deep breath, he softened his tone. “Are you okay? I’m sorry—I got a little too worked up. We’ve been collecting those photos for ten years. Weren’t we going to share them at our wedding? Why did you burn them?” “If there were bugs, you could’ve waited for me to come back or at least messaged me. I would’ve taken care of it,” he added. I didn’t bother looking at him. The man standing before me was no longer the boy who had once promised to protect me forever. “You’ve been busy with work for ages, so I didn’t want to bother you with something so trivial.” He stood beside me, gazing sadly at the ashes. This scene couldn’t have been more ironic—he was the one who destroyed our ten-year relationship for another woman, yet here he was, acting like he still cared. I turned to go back inside, but he mistook my indifference for pouting and pulled me into his arms. The sickly-sweet scent of Black Opium cologne filled the air, making me sneeze repeatedly, but he didn’t let go, seemingly overwhelmed with remorse. “Are you feeling sick?” he asked, his voice tender. “I’m sorry. I know I’ve been neglecting you lately. Once things settle down, let’s retake those photos, alright? We’ll replace what was lost—double it, even!” If it was before, hearing these words might’ve softened me. But after a trip to the ER and realizing he’d forgotten my severe allergy in favor of another woman, I could no longer pretend. I didn’t want to have anything to do with him anymore. When he finally released me, I pulled away with resolve, and said, “No need to apologize. If you really want to make it up to me, maybe you could throw me a proper birthday party.” Due to my cream allergy, I was always missing from my own celebrations. But since I’d be leaving soon, I wanted to experience at least one birthday with him by my side. Surprisingly, he seemed rattled by my simple request. He nodded, but before he could respond further, his phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he quickly explained, “It’s something urgent from work. Don’t wait for me tonight—I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” As he spoke, he was already backing away. By the time he finished, he was meters away, practically running. Actually, I was aware that it was the ringtone exclusively for Celine, but I didn’t confront him about his lie. The next morning, people arrived to set up the party, and among them was Celine herself. She claimed to be there to oversee the arrangements since she’d designed the setup. But by the end of the day, I noticed that the decorations were just a simpler version of her own birthday party. When the workers left, she sauntered over, a smug smile on her face. “Well, everyone’s been hard at work all day. What do you think? Does it suit your taste?” As I looked at her, my gaze darted to the necklace she wore—a piece I had lost. I squinted my eyes as I intoned coldly, “A secondhand setup for a secondhand person. It suits you just fine.” Hearing my words, Celine seemed offended, and without another word, she glanced to the side, picked up a crystal ornament, and smashed it to the floor. A shard cut her foot, and she began to cry pitifully. Before I could react, Lucas stormed over and slapped me across the face. “Enough with the tantrums! Celine took the day off to help with your party, and this is how you repay her?” he growled. “If you don’t like it, then do it yourself!” Without waiting for an explanation, he scooped Celine into his arms and rushed her out. I sat alone in the now-lifeless room, the silence around me growing heavy. The next morning, no one had shown up for the party. Well, it was not surprising, really—Lucas had been my only friend for these ten years. When the cake arrived, I opened the box, cut myself a small piece, and stuck a single candle in it. Closing my eyes, I made a simple wish. “May we never meet again.” I couldn’t even eat the cake because of my allergy. When my phone rang, signaling the end of my countdown, I grabbed my suitcase and walked out without looking back. On the way to the airport, I sent Lucas one final message. “Let’s end things here. There’s no need to keep in touch.” Not even a breakup. Just a simple ending to ten years of my life. As I turned off my phone before boarding, he was already calling me like a madman.

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After returning to the late 1960s, my mother Lydia Taylor asked me to choose who I wanted to marry. This time, I chose no one. Instead, I decided to head west to participate in infrastructure development projects. In my previous life, Colonel Waylon Ward, who had grown up with me since childhood, and my fiancé Caleb Smith both pursued me, and I genuinely cared for them both. However, just as I was contemplating which one to choose as my husband, they were unexpectedly drugged. In my confused state, I ended up sleeping with both of them. Later, I discovered I was pregnant. Since I didn’t know whose child I was carrying, my father Colton Taylor and Lydia decided I should marry both men. However, on our wedding day, when Ava Mitchell—the woman both Waylon and Caleb truly loved—learned they had married me, she angrily accepted a proposal from some lowlife thug. After marrying that scumbag, Ava was forced to bear ten children in succession and eventually died a tragic death. After Ava’s death, Waylon and Caleb grabbed me by the throat and demanded: “Naomi Taylor, why did Ava die so miserably while you get to live comfortably?” Waylon and Caleb strangled me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day they were drugged. ***** “Naomi, I’m burning up…” a male voice called out. Hearing that familiar voice and feeling the heat radiating from the body against mine, I suddenly realized I had been reborn. I used every ounce of strength to push away the two men blocking my path and tried to run outside. But Caleb wrapped his arms around my waist. Waylon also stepped forward, touching my face with a dazed expression as he murmured, “Naomi, don’t leave. I’m in so much pain. Please help me, won’t you?” Remembering the tragic ending of my previous life, I struggled with all my might. Finally, I grabbed the radio from the cabinet and struck Caleb hard on the head. Then I pushed both men away and fled the room in panic. I pressed my hand against my racing heart and quietly hid nearby. Sure enough, after a short while, Ava appeared at the doorway. She carefully looked left and right, then decisively opened the door and walked inside. Soon, intimate sounds drifted from the room. I let out a cold laugh and returned to my own room. In my previous life, after that night, I unexpectedly became pregnant. With no other choice, both men had to marry me. Since my sister had died young, marrying both of them meant having an extra person to care for me, so Lydia and Colton were quite satisfied. Unfortunately, neither Waylon nor Caleb was willing. Waylon was a child adopted by Lydia and Colton. We had grown up together. I had originally thought that when we came of age, we would be together. But later, he joined the army and became a colonel. When he returned, he told me he wanted to pursue freedom. I let him go. At that time, Caleb was constantly hovering around me, so I gained a new fiancé. But I never expected both of them to be mysteriously drugged. In my previous life, unable to bear seeing them suffer, I allowed myself to sink into that mistake. After our marriage, I was immersed in what I thought was happiness, but I failed to notice their looks of disgust. Finally, after Ava married a terrible man and died tragically, they both completely lost their minds. They not only imprisoned me but also strangled me to death. Since that’s how it was, in this life I would fulfill their wishes. In my previous life, to marry them and be with them, I had given up my own dreams and aspirations. In this life, I wouldn’t be so foolish again. “Ah!” Early the next morning, a scream came from the room next door. I leisurely followed behind the crowd as we walked over, finding a group of people constantly looking back and forth at the doorway, their gazes toward me filled with sympathy. Colton and Lydia were so furious they nearly fainted. The room was thick with tension, and Waylon, Caleb, and Ava all looked terrible. “This is my fault. It has nothing to do with Ava. She’s a victim too. I’ll marry Ava.” Waylon spoke first. If you ignored the marks on his body and his bare chest, he actually sounded quite responsible. Caleb’s face flushed red, but after hearing Ava’s sobs, he also said, “I’m sorry to Naomi. I’ll call off the engagement. Naomi, just tell me what compensation you want. Ava is already mine now, and I can’t wrong her. I’ll marry her too.” Everyone was shocked by his words. I snorted coldly. “So what you’re telling me is that you two got drunk and ended up in my bedroom, and then Ava, who lives on the other side of the village far from here, mysteriously appeared in your bed and slept with both of you?” After hearing my words, Ava’s face turned red and tears streamed down her cheeks. “I don’t know. I really don’t know. If you don’t believe me, I can only prove my innocence by dying.” With that, she tried to throw off the blanket and crash into the wall. But she was quickly caught by both Caleb and Waylon, who held her with heartache. “How could this be your fault, Ava? If it weren’t for you, something terrible would have happened to us last night.” Waylon turned to glare at me angrily. “Naomi, as a fellow woman, can’t you show some empathy? Ava is already suffering enough. Do you have to drive her to death?” I said coldly, “Right. My best friend slept with my fiancé and the guy I grew up with, and I’m not even allowed to ask questions. So what does that make me?” Though my heart ached, in this lifetime, I didn’t want to get entangled with them anymore. So I ignored their embarrassed and guilty looks and said calmly, “Since you’ve already been intimate, let’s end our engagement here. From now on, whether it’s Caleb’s and my engagement or our family’s kindness in adopting Waylon, it’s all settled. We have no relationship whatsoever.” After hearing my words, they were initially happy, but soon looked at me with suspicious eyes, somewhat hesitant. At this moment, Lydia shouted loudly, “What kind of joke is this? Do you think the Taylor family’s daughter is someone you can just discard at will? This engagement cannot be canceled.”

Hearing Lydia’s furious words, Caleb seemed to suddenly understand something and laughed mockingly, “I was just wondering why Naomi would be so kind-hearted. Turns out you all had other plans. Yes, I did receive a lot of care from you when I was first assigned here, but that doesn’t mean I have to sacrifice my entire life for you.” Waylon also looked disapproving as he said, “I’m grateful that Colton and Lydia adopted and raised me during Christmas, but my heart belongs only to Ava. I can’t betray her. Naomi can only be a sister to me.” After hearing their words, Lydia’s face turned red with anger. She pointed at both of them furiously, looking like she might faint at any moment: “You two ungrateful bastards!” Afraid that Lydia might get sick from their anger, I scolded them: “I won’t marry either of you. Leave my house right now! From now on, I have nothing to do with any of you three!” After saying this, I ignored everyone’s expressions and helped Lydia back to her room, comforting her softly: “Mom, I really don’t want to get married anymore. I just want to live for myself for once. I want to follow my teacher’s advice and go west to contribute my strength, instead of tying my whole life to two men who don’t have me in their hearts.” In my previous life, Colton and Lydia supported my education, but because I couldn’t bear to leave Caleb, I refused my teacher’s proposal and stayed with Caleb in this small mountain village. After we accidentally got married, I completely abandoned everything I had learned and became a full-time housewife. But even so, I didn’t earn their respect and love—instead, I became a joke. Thinking about this, my heart felt a dense, stabbing pain that almost made it hard to breathe. Lydia stared at me for a long while, then finally sighed and said, “Alright, Naomi, you’re very promising. Let’s make those two bastards regret it! I’ll just consider all the kindness I showed them as feeding the dogs!” Soon, news that Ava was going to marry both Caleb and Waylon spread throughout the village, and gossip about them grew more and more. Some said it was shameless for one woman to marry two men, while others said I must have some hidden illness—otherwise, why would both Caleb and Waylon abandon me? But none of this mattered to me anymore. The transfer order to go west had already come down, and I would be leaving in a few days. My most important task now was to prepare some supplies to take with me, since resources were scarce there. So I took the money Colton and Lydia had given me, along with my own savings, and rode my bicycle alone to the county agricultural cooperative. I had plenty of money, so I was quite generous when shopping. In the past, I would have saved all my money for Caleb, Ava, and Waylon to spend. Now thinking about it, I was ridiculously foolish. As if to make up for how I had shortchanged myself before, I shopped with great enthusiasm. Ready-made clothes, fabric, fine cotton quilts, water bottles—I bought everything. My mood gradually became more cheerful with each purchase. This was the life I should be living. In my previous life, I had actually compromised myself for men—I was simply too stupid. Just as I was immersed in the joy of shopping, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist tightly, causing a sharp pain. Caleb asked, “Naomi, why did you follow us to the agricultural cooperative?” He continued, “Don’t think that just because you’re pestering me, I’ll soften and marry you. My heart belongs only to Ava. We’re getting married in seven days, and nothing you do can break us apart!” “Caleb, Naomi probably just can’t let go of you right now. Don’t be so harsh with her, okay?” Ava said. Looking at these two people’s performance in front of me, I impatiently shook off Caleb’s hand. Who cares when they get married? I’m heading west in seven days. If they delay me, can they afford to compensate for that?” “Excuse me, could you please move aside? You’re blocking me from shopping,” I said. Caleb was pretty angry after I shook off his hand. But when he saw what I was carrying, he suddenly seemed to understand something and sneered, “What’s this? Did you specially buy stuff for our wedding?” As he spoke, he looked up and down at the items in my hands. All three of them showed obvious greed and arrogance on their faces. Caleb even reached out directly, trying to take the things from my hands: “Since you’ve already bought them, it’d be wasteful not to use them. We’ll take them.” He added, “But I have to say something to you. Instead of buying all this useless stuff, you should’ve saved the money to buy us the wedding gifts we actually want.” Waylon chimed in, “Exactly, Naomi. How can you be so wasteful with money? Ava’s different from you—she’s very frugal.” Watching their little performance, I actually found it somewhat amusing. But my grip on the shopping bags tightened, refusing to let go. “Let go! These are things you bought for us, so why won’t you let go? We can carry them back ourselves!” Unable to snatch the items from my hands, Caleb grew increasingly impatient. “These are my things, and I’m taking them back myself,” I said. “You’re just going to deliver them to us anyway, aren’t you? Why make such a fuss?” Caleb said shamelessly. Hearing his words, I smiled speechlessly and prepared to leave. Waylon then said, “Naomi probably rode her bike here, so carrying things is very convenient for her. She just needs to deliver everything to our place before the wedding—saves us the trouble. Naomi’s so thoughtful, buying everything we need. We don’t have to get anything else now. Since it’s still early, why don’t the three of us use the money we saved to go have a nice meal at a restaurant?” Upon hearing this, both Caleb and Ava lit up with delight. Who wouldn’t want to save money to enjoy delicious food? So Caleb waved his hand dismissively and said, “You’d better head back now. Make sure you take good care of our stuff—if anything goes missing, I’ll teach you a lesson!” Then the three of them stopped looking at me and walked away, chatting and laughing. Looking at the items in my hands, I could still hear them discussing what to eat, and I found it all ridiculous. What made them think that after hurting me like this, I would still try to please them? Right now, I just wanted to get as far away from them as possible. But since they had misunderstood, I didn’t feel like explaining. After all, I hadn’t said anything just now—they had assumed all of this themselves. If their wedding turned out to be pathetically shabby, it would be exactly what they deserved.

Over the next few days, I enjoyed Colton and Lydia’s doting care at home. They made sure I ate until I was stuffed every single day, refusing to let me stop, worried that I’d suffer hardships out west and wanting to fatten me up first. I couldn’t handle this overwhelming love anymore, so while they were in the kitchen making soup, I quietly slipped out for a walk to digest my food. But I never expected to run into Ava. I felt disgusted and turned to leave immediately. But Ava acted like she couldn’t read my intentions and quickly chased after me. “Naomi, are you still mad at me?” Ava asked. Then she said with a sob in her voice: “I didn’t want things to turn out this way either. I don’t know why I woke up in that bed. But what’s done is done. If I don’t marry them, I won’t be able to survive. Please forgive me, okay? Let’s be friends like we used to be?” Hearing Ava’s words, I only felt how fake she was. She was the one who drugged them, and she was the one who opened the door and entered the room. What was this act for now? I said coldly: “Whatever happens between you three from now on has nothing to do with me. I wouldn’t dare have a friend like you. “Before, I thought your family was poor, so I shared all my good food and fun things with you. Is this how you repay me? Ava, having a friend like you just makes me sick. “Perfect – those two men are shameless too. You three deserve each other.” Hearing my harsh words, Ava’s face grew darker and darker. Finally, her eyes turned red and she smiled viciously. She said: “Stop pretending in front of me. I know how much you’ve loved them since we were kids. Originally, after I got Waylon, I was ready to give up. But then you had to go and talk about how learned Caleb was right in front of me. Why should you get to find an even better man after losing Waylon? Why should I be the only one living miserably?” Ava looked vicious, like she’d gone crazy, as if she wanted to provoke me. But I felt completely calm and just wanted to get away from her quickly and go home for soup. “Yeah, you’re right. Congratulations on getting everything you wanted,” I said. Ava was stunned for a moment and asked: “What are you pretending for? Aren’t you angry?” Angry? I used to be angry. But now, I didn’t want to waste my emotions on a bunch of jerks anymore. I wanted to leave, but Ava grabbed my hand. I felt annoyed and shook her hand off. Strangely, even though I clearly didn’t use much force, Ava suddenly fell backward and rolled down the small slope behind her. “Ah!” Ava screamed. Before I could react, Caleb and Waylon ran past me and nervously picked up Ava. “Ava, how are you? Are you hurt?” Ava’s eyes were red, and she shook her head with tears in her eyes. “I’m fine. Caleb, Waylon, don’t blame Naomi. She didn’t mean it.” Hearing this, Caleb and Waylon got even angrier. Caleb said: “Are you still going to cover for this shrew? She used to bully you before, and now she dares to do this right in front of us. Ava, you don’t need to be so kind.” After saying that, Caleb walked up with a fierce expression and grabbed my face hard. “I used to think you were just naive, but I never imagined you could be so vicious. If something happens to Ava, can you afford to compensate?” “If I said I didn’t push her, would you believe me?” I asked calmly. “Bullshit! Are you going to say Ava rolled down there by herself? How can you be such a liar? I really think I was blind before to think you were good.” Caleb roared. Hearing Caleb’s harsh words, I laughed bitterly at myself. Who else was blind but them? I was the blind one, unable to see their true nature. My heart ached terribly. I didn’t want to argue anymore and just looked at them quietly. “Stop playing these tricks. I could never be with you. But you hurt Ava. This can’t just be forgotten. Besides those things you bought at the agricultural cooperative last time, the day after tomorrow, you need to prepare $500 worth of wedding gifts as compensation. Then we’ll reluctantly forgive you.” Caleb said. After saying that, he picked up Ava and turned to leave, as if I had already agreed. Waylon followed behind, sighed, and said in that self-righteous tone: “Naomi, why did you have to do this? Love can’t be forced.” After saying that, he left too. Looking at the three of them walking away, I just felt it was all meaningless. Even if the three of them had misunderstandings and hatred toward me, it didn’t matter. The West was my true destination. Two days later was their wedding day, and also the day I would leave home for the West. Early in the morning, Colton and Lydia tied everything to the roof of the car. Then I sat in the back seat, Lydia sat in the front seat, and our family of three headed to the train station. Music could be faintly heard along the way, but what did that matter? The train whistle sounded ahead, and my West was waiting for me.

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My cousin came to stay with us after suffering severe psychological trauma from her father’s death in a car accident. She fell in love with my boyfriend, and everyone demanded that I give him up for her. Even my boyfriend said to me, “She’s been through enough. Why are you being so cruel to her?” Later, I was also in a car accident. While I was being resuscitated, she collapsed into his arms, crying, “So many people are grieving for her death, but no one cares that I’m alive.” I died on the operating table. She took my guaranteed college admission spot and married him. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day she first came to our house.

When I was five years old that Christmas, my mother and I died in a car accident. The people who orchestrated this crash were my father and my mother’s best friend. After collecting both insurance payouts, they got married and lived happily ever after. Occasionally, that woman would feel afraid: “What if they come back as vengeful spirits to get revenge on us?” Whenever this happened, my father would always mock her for being such a coward. But what they didn’t know was that I hadn’t actually died. And coming back alive for revenge, I would be far more terrifying than any ghost.

On our golden wedding anniversary, I, Amelia Mason, went to City Hall to check my personal records. The clerk was shocked to tell me: “Your file shows you’re unmarried and have never registered for marriage.” I was stunned: “That’s impossible. My husband Leon Reynolds and I have been married for fifty years.” He pulled up the records again: “Leon is indeed married, but his wife is named Willow Disick.” Willow was the widow of Leon’s older brother Roman Reynolds, who often traveled with the military as an army doctor. I returned home trembling and confronted Leon, who brazenly admitted: “I’ve been good enough to you in this lifetime. Willow is my true love—I only wanted to marry her and have children with her.” Even their child Liam Reynolds advised me: “To spare your feelings, my parents never made their marriage public. You’re not young anymore—what more could you want?” Only then did I realize that the child I had raised with my own hands wasn’t even my biological son. When Willow and I both went into labor, Leon secretly switched our babies so that Willow’s child could be raised by me, someone more educated. As for my biological child, Leon drowned him in a pond with his own hands right after birth. Ridiculously, I had treated Willow’s child as my own son, raising him through hardship and even sending him to New York University. Rage consumed me, everything went black, and I collapsed. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I gave birth. ***** Familiar sharp pain hit me as I slowly opened my eyes to the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. “Amelia, look at our son—isn’t he adorable?” Leon stood beside the hospital bed holding a baby, his smile radiant. I looked around, then at Leon’s young face, finally realizing I had been reborn. I had returned to the day of delivery—the day Leon took my biological son away from me! At this thought, my heart raced with urgency. Ignoring the postpartum pain, I reached out and shouted: “Give me the baby!” Leon handed the infant to me without suspicion. I immediately pulled back the swaddling cloth and checked the child’s diaper, seeing the blue circular birthmark on his bottom. In that instant, my blood boiled. This was the son I had raised my entire life in my previous existence—Leon and Willow’s illegitimate child! Leon was still trying to deceive me, smiling calmly: “They say a birthmark on the bottom is a sign of good fortune. Our son will surely live comfortably and achieve great things.” I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. They wanted me to raise him for life, pouring my heart and soul into providing for his every need. I had sent him to New York University, yet he told me not to mind Leon and Willow’s affair. At this thought, I wanted to tear this family of three to pieces. But the most urgent matter was finding my son. Suppressing my rage, I asked Leon: “How is Willow doing? Is her baby alright?” A flicker of unease crossed Leon’s face: “She’s fine too, also had a son. You take care of the baby—I’ll go check on her.” With that, he got up and hurried away. I watched his retreating figure coldly, then called over a nurse and whispered a few instructions. Minutes later, I carried the baby to Willow’s room, where both she and Leon had been called away by the nurse. My son lay carelessly on the bed, his breathing weak. I didn’t hesitate and immediately switched the two babies back. Looking at the tiny bundle in my arms, my eyes welled up with tears. Even at our first meeting, I could clearly feel that this was truly my biological son. In my previous life, Leon had left under the pretense of “going to his post,” taking Willow along as a military doctor. The two lived happily in a distant place, coming back to ask me for money when they needed it, and visiting when they missed the child. Meanwhile, I was thoroughly deceived, devotedly caring for their child and toiling my entire life. Yet they enjoyed the fruits of my labor, getting a good son who made it into New York University for nothing. In this life, I would never let them succeed again. I would make them fall from grace!   Shortly after returning to the hospital room, Leon and Willow walked in together. The moment Willow entered, her eyes locked onto the child in my arms, her face lighting up with a brilliant smile. “Oh my, this child is so beautiful! He must be bright and clever.” Seeing that I had wrapped the baby in cotton cloth, she quickly added, “Why are you dressing the child in cotton? That’ll irritate his skin. Quick, change him into these silk ones!” She untied her bundle and pulled out a pile of fine, brand-new clothing. Then she eagerly stepped forward, wanting to take the child from my arms. I turned away, my tone cold: “He’s my child. I’ll take care of him.” Unable to hold the baby, Willow looked slightly displeased, but quickly forced a smile: “Yes, yes, you’re a college graduate after all. You’ll surely educate him well and help him rise above his station.” She gazed at my son with loving eyes, her expression radiating intense maternal warmth. At that moment, Leon spoke up: “Amelia, now that the child is born, we should give him a name. How about Liam?” Before the child’s birth, Leon had given me several name options, and he was particularly fond of Liam. I later learned that all those names had been chosen by him and Willow together in advance. What he liked was only what Willow liked. I immediately refused and picked a name he’d never mentioned: “No, I want to call him Waylon.” Leon’s expression darkened slightly: “Didn’t we agree to use the name I chose? Liam sounds so nice.” I let out a cold laugh and deliberately held out the child in my arms: “Then you raise him?” Of course he couldn’t take on that responsibility, so he fell silent. Willow looked somewhat unhappy and said in a strange tone: “Amelia, it’s fine that you’re naming him yourself, but you’d better treat the child well. I’m waiting to see him make you proud and become someone important.” I replied coolly: “Don’t trouble yourself. You should focus more on your own child.” At the mention of her child, Willow pursed her lips, unable to hide her disgust: “My child isn’t likeable at all. I get annoyed just looking at him.” Leon said: “He died less than a day after birth. Really unlucky.” I suddenly felt ice-cold all over, my palms breaking out in sweat. Just a little bit more, one step later, and I wouldn’t have been able to save my child. Yet when Leon and Willow spoke of that dead child, they both looked completely indifferent, without a trace of compassion. I couldn’t help but ask: “Did he really die naturally?” A flash of disdain crossed Leon’s eyes, his tone certain: “Of course he did. Newborns are fragile to begin with. A child without a father like that—it’s better off dead. Amelia, you need to take even better care of our son. He’s this family’s only hope.”

Willow didn’t refute Leon’s words at all. Instead, she remained expressionless, her gaze fixed on my son the entire time. She said, “Exactly. How could my son ever compare to Leon’s son? It’s better that he’s dead.” I lowered my eyes, hiding the mockery in them. I had always thought that Willow poured all her love into my son because she was devastated by losing her husband and child. Only now did I learn the truth and finally understand the reason behind all their strange behavior. Fighting back nausea, I brushed them off with a few perfunctory words. Afterward, I went to the morgue, where Willow’s son was indeed there. I carefully confirmed it was the child they had drowned with their own hands. On my way back to the ward, I deliberately took a less crowded path, only to run into Leon and Willow. They were locked in a tight embrace, kissing passionately in the corner. Willow panted as she nestled in Leon’s arms, breathlessly saying, “Leon, we finally got rid of that menace today. Since he’s your biological son, don’t you feel bad?” Leon’s eyes were tender as he replied without hesitation, “Why would I feel bad? I only acknowledge the one you gave birth to. I never wanted the child Amelia bore. Though she still has her uses. No matter how smart she is, she’ll obediently help us raise the child. Once we get to the garrison, no one will bother us anymore. Isn’t that what you’ve been looking forward to?” Willow blushed and playfully hit his chest. “Indeed.” I felt sick listening to this. While they were entangled, I picked up a brick and hurled it at them before running away. The two behind me were startled but didn’t dare make a scene, frantically looking around in panic. I had already returned to the front hall, where I borrowed a phone from a nurse and immediately called my supervisor Julian Wallace to request a transfer. I was one of the few college graduates in this place. After graduation, I married Leon and gave up many opportunities for him. Even when Julian suggested I develop my career in a big city, I declined because of my pregnancy. But now, I was no longer willing to be controlled by them. Even with a child, I was determined to leave this place. After being discharged and returning home, the first thing I did was find the fake marriage certificate. Leon, being the regiment commander, had somehow forged a convincing fake document, while he and Willow had secretly gone to city hall to get legally married. Ridiculously, I had treasured this fake certificate, preserving it like a precious keepsake for five years. I tore the document in half with force. Just as well. Since it was fake, I wouldn’t need to worry about divorce proceedings when I left in a month. Both Willow and I were recovering postpartum. She lay in bed every day, having everything handed to her, while Leon took care of her every need, personally feeding her everything. Sometimes when his behavior was too obvious and he feared exposure, he would explain to me, “Willow’s child died, and she’s heartbroken. I’m her only support now.” I remained silent. He seemed oblivious to my daily struggles caring for the child and never once asked if I was tired. Whenever the baby cried at night, Leon would get up irritably, saying he needed to sleep in another room, then head straight to Willow’s room. The next day, Willow would smile smugly, covering her mouth as she pretentiously asked, “Amelia, you’ve worked so hard. Look at those dark circles—you didn’t sleep all night, did you?” She was gloating, triumphant, unaware that I was also smiling when I turned away. To prepare for leaving, I quietly packed my things. Leon paid no attention and didn’t notice at all. Until that evening, when he came in holding an envelope, his face dark, “Amelia, what is this?” It was the transfer order Julian had sent.

I took the document without batting an eye and casually tossed it into the fireplace. “You know Julian has tried to transfer me more than once,” I said, “but I have a child. How could I possibly leave you all? It was just a notice, and I’ve already declined.” I knew exactly what Leon wanted to hear. That long-expired notice burned to ashes in the fire, as if it had never existed. He bought it completely, his expression immediately relaxing. “Good. Once a woman gets married, she should stay home and focus on raising the children. With all your skills, you’re perfect for teaching our son. The baby’s almost 100 days old now—I’m planning a simple celebration. After all, this is our family’s only son.” I smiled and agreed. Perfect. The more people who came, the better. The livelier the scene, the better. The day of the banquet arrived quickly, and Leon had indeed invited many people. He’d reserved the entire hall at the restaurant, bringing together various leaders and friends and family. Dressed to the nines, he greeted guests with a beaming smile. Willow stood beside him in elegant attire. The two looked more like a couple than ever. When the atmosphere reached its peak, Leon raised his glass in a toast, gazing at me with deep emotion. “Amelia, thank you for giving me a son. But I’m a soldier with a mission—I’ll be heading to my new post soon. I’m entrusting the child to you from now on. I’m confident you’ll raise him to be successful.” Willow chimed in with a bright smile, “As a military doctor, I’ll naturally accompany Leon. Don’t worry, Amelia—I’ll take good care of him. You just focus on raising the child at home.” The room filled with praise, everyone saying how they were sacrificing their small family for the greater good, putting duty first. I couldn’t help but clench my fists. Leon seemed to have forgotten how he’d once convinced me to give up my career and focus on homemaking. They showed such reluctance to leave the child, their expressions so sincere that even Leon’s superior, Eman Williams, nodded approvingly. “Even Willow loves this child like her own—it shows what a harmonious family you have. Leon, I’m confident entrusting this mission to you!” Leon practically grinned from ear to ear at the praise. A relative holding the baby studied his little face and said to me with a laugh, “Amelia, this child really looks like you. He’s going to be a handsome young man when he grows up.” Hearing this, Willow’s face darkened. She shot the person a fierce glare, then reached over to take the child. “Boys naturally look like their fathers. He clearly resembles Leon.” The relative glanced at me awkwardly, but I just smiled without saying anything. Willow held the baby, genuinely reluctant to part with what she considered her son. She wanted to spend more time with him before their separation. But after just a few minutes, the baby suddenly burst into tears, wailing right in her face. Willow let out a startled cry as the blanket became soaked. A relative quickly took the baby, offering helpfully, “Oh my, the baby wet himself. Let me help change his diaper.” Though Willow liked children, she’d never planned to actually take on the responsibility of caring for one—otherwise she wouldn’t have pushed the child onto me to raise. She immediately frowned and stepped back, watching as the relative began changing the diaper. But the moment the clothes were opened, her face went deathly pale and she let out a sharp, piercing scream. Leon heard the commotion and walked over. “What’s wrong? What’s all the fuss about?” Willow just stared at the child, her voice trembling violently. “Why doesn’t he have the birthmark?”

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