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Black Friday had arrived, and my roommate Millie Gray pooled her money to buy a uniquely shaped incense burner. She spent all day in the dorm burning incense and praying, hoping to marry her wealthy boyfriend. Strangely, under the influence of the incense burner, Millie’s appearance gradually became similar to mine, until one day, our identities were completely swapped. She became the famous rich girl on campus, while I was chased by thugs for the massive debts she had deliberately incurred, my reputation in ruins. When I found her, hoping to switch back our identities, Millie pretended to agree, but after tricking me into revealing my bank card password, she pushed me off a high-rise building. Before dying, I heard her greedy and malicious voice: “Octavia, only when you’re dead will your identity truly belong to me.” Only then did I understand that the incense burner Millie had bought was actually an evil object that could grant wishes. As long as my misfortune accumulated to a certain extent, she could exchange bodies with me. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn to the moment when Millie had just brought back the incense burner. Looking at Millie making her devout wish, I smiled. She didn’t know yet that making wishes to evil objects came with a price. ***** “Octavia, you’re being way too petty. Millie just stained your sheets a little. How could you throw her stuff on the floor?” The noise around me pulled me from the chaos, the terror of falling from the thirty-third floor still lingering in my heart. My legs went weak, and I crouched down clutching my chest, painfully realizing that I had been reborn. The person in front of me was startled: “What are you doing? Stop pretending!” I looked around and found that our small dorm was packed with delivery boxes, with three girls standing in front of me glaring angrily. One face I would never forget in this lifetime—it was my roommate Millie, who had pushed me off the building and tried to steal my identity! She was known as a rich girl in the college, but only I knew that her family was actually ordinary, and her monthly allowance wasn’t nearly enough for her spending. Every Black Friday, to maintain her persona, Millie would shop online for a bunch of things, and the packages she received could fill up half the dorm. This time was no exception. She had bought back a strangely shaped incense burner and burned incense in the dorm every day, then knelt devoutly before the burner to make wishes. The incense had a pungent, nauseating smell. But Millie seemed completely oblivious to it. In my previous life, I had protested several times, but she refused to put away the incense burner. Instead, she spread rumors in class, saying I was jealous of her and deliberately targeting her. Millie burned incense with extreme devotion for an entire semester, not even stopping during winter break. On the first day after the holiday ended, all the classmates who saw her again were shocked. My roommates Jayla Hill and Rachel Welch looked at Millie and then at me with confusion: “How are you two looking more and more alike?” I didn’t know when it started, but Millie’s appearance had become three parts similar to mine. Millie’s expression changed slightly, and she forced a smile, saying she had gotten cosmetic procedures during the holiday, managing to brush it off. As she frequently burned incense in the dorm, her appearance grew closer and closer to mine. At that time, I was busy preparing for competitions and didn’t take this matter to heart. Until the day after I had worked hard to complete my competition project, I woke up to find myself lying in Millie’s bed, and what was reflected in the mirror was unmistakably Millie’s face! I frantically opened my phone and saw many congratulatory messages and videos in the group chat. In the video, someone with my face was smiling as she held up the trophy, accepting the interviews and praise that should have belonged to me. I immediately understood—that was Millie! I had been forced to exchange identities with her. She had transformed into a real rich girl, succeeding in both academics and love, and soon got engaged to her boyfriend James Burke. Meanwhile, I was forced to flee everywhere due to the massive debts she had left behind, living in poverty. I tried to prove my identity, but no one believed what I said. Instead, they all thought I was crazy. I desperately begged Millie to switch back our identities. She pretended to agree but arranged to meet me on the rooftop, where she pushed me off the thirty-third floor. Before falling, the last thing I saw was Millie’s twisted and ecstatic face. She said: “Octavia, only when you’re dead will your identity truly belong to me.” Only then did I understand that the incense burner was an evil object Millie had bought online. By lighting special incense and making wishes to it, over time, one could exchange bodies with a specific person and completely steal their identity. However, making wishes to evil objects came with a price.

Jayla and Rachel were still glaring at me furiously, insisting I apologize. Millie pretended to play peacemaker, but her eyes gleamed with satisfaction. I looked at the wrinkled bedsheets stained by the delivery box and smiled at Millie. “Do you know how much this bedding set costs?” Jayla scoffed dismissively. “It’s just a set of sheets. Who can’t afford that? Millie’s from a wealthy family!” Rachel chimed in, “Exactly! What’s the big deal if Millie compensates you for some sheets? But can you afford to pay for her package? If you’re so confident, why don’t you both compensate each other!” The moment they finished speaking, Millie’s face went pale, but I couldn’t help laughing. My bedsheets were indeed from a luxury brand. My mom had bought a lot of accessories to go with her designer bags, and she’d used them all for me and my dad. Others might not recognize them, but Millie had done her homework to maintain her rich girl facade—she definitely knew what they were. The question was: could she afford to pay for them? Cold sweat was already beading on Millie’s forehead. She was about to speak when I beat her to it. “Sure thing. This bedding set costs nine thousand three hundred dollars. How do you plan to pay? Or we could use those packages on the floor as compensation.” “What? Nine thousand three hundred dollars? Who are you trying to fool?” Jayla was shocked at first, then switched to a mocking expression. That made sense. Back in high school, after being harassed by some boys, my parents had repeatedly warned me not to show off our wealth and to keep a low profile. Except for Millie, no one knew I actually came from a well-off family. So Jayla’s first reaction to hearing that price was that I was trying to extort Millie. Rachel obviously thought the same thing. But Rachel was impulsive and immediately retorted, “What’s so hard about that? With Millie’s status, any random package of hers is worth more than your bedsheets!” She casually picked up a package, ready to open it. Millie’s face went ashen as she stopped her, gritting her teeth as she stared at me. “I’ll transfer the money to you tomorrow.” I sneered inwardly. Of course she didn’t dare let Rachel open those packages. Otherwise, everyone would discover that most of these so-called deliveries were empty packages she’d ordered just to maintain her persona. And I was counting on exploiting her vanity. I pulled out my phone, opened my payment QR code, and placed it directly in front of Millie. “Today’s debt gets settled today. After all, you’re so wealthy—surely you can afford it, right?” She really couldn’t afford it. Millie was just an ordinary college student who’d landed a wealthy boyfriend by crafting a fake persona, but she didn’t have much spending money and relied entirely on credit cards. Especially right after Black Friday, asking her to come up with nearly ten thousand dollars on the spot was impossible. Millie stammered excuses, refusing to transfer the money. Jayla and Rachel, watching her hesitation, asked suspiciously, “Millie, you can’t actually afford it, can you?” Seeing the increasingly strange looks from Jayla and Rachel, Millie looked at me helplessly. My expression darkened. No one knew that Millie and I had known each other for years. Her father, David Gray, had been our family driver before Christmas and often brought Millie to visit my parents. Even though David had quit later, when I first saw Millie and David in the dorm on move-in day, I still recognized them. In my previous life, I’d been too soft-hearted. Remembering how David used to drive me to and from school, whenever Millie put on that pitiful expression, I’d lend her money, luxury bags, clothes—whatever she wanted. But after we switched bodies, all of this became evidence of my supposed vanity and jealousy toward her. I, in Millie’s body, was sent to a psychiatric hospital where I spent the most painful and desperate three months of my life. It wasn’t until I overheard some nurses chatting that I learned Millie had orchestrated everything that happened to me. Now Millie still wanted to play the victim in front of me for sympathy, but I’d already died once—how could I possibly fall for it again? I looked at the package on the floor with its familiar pattern and smiled slightly. “If you don’t want to pay, using your stuff as compensation works too. How about this one? Looks like an incense burner? I’ve been getting interested in aromatherapy lately.” Millie’s expression shifted uncertainly, but ultimately, fearing her identity would be exposed, she gritted her teeth and agreed. “Just for one day. Tomorrow I’ll buy you identical bedsheets, and then you have to return the incense burner to me.” After speaking, Millie gave me a long look, obediently collected her packages, and stuffed them under her bed, looking somewhat aggrieved. Jayla and Rachel awkwardly returned to their seats. Jayla mocked, “Some people just love causing trouble. They’re actually just jealous that others are richer than them and have boyfriends who worship the ground they walk on.” Rachel added, “If you ask me, she’s just full of regret. When James was pursuing her, she acted all reluctant. Now that James is with Millie, she targets Millie every single day.” I pretended not to hear them, quickly changed my bedsheets, and carefully opened the package. I didn’t touch the incense burner inside—didn’t dare to—but I quietly hid the instruction manual. Only by understanding her methods could I figure out how to counter them. I wanted to see exactly what this cursed object that killed me really was.

That evening, after finishing my shower and stepping out of the bathroom, I had barely opened the door when Millie squeezed her way in, putting on a pitiful expression. She said softly, “Octavia…” She was here to play the victim. I watched her performance coldly, my tone flat: “What do you want?” “Nothing.” Millie hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but held back. “If it’s nothing, then get out.” I moved to push her out. Millie panicked, biting her lower lip with a wronged expression, questioning me with a tearful voice: “Are you in a bad mood? Why are you targeting me? You know perfectly well that my family isn’t well-off, so why are you making me pay for your sheets? “One set of your sheets costs more than my living expenses for an entire Christmas. You’re not short on money, so why are you being so relentless? Or are you just trying to humiliate me on purpose?” I was stunned. How could someone be so shameless! Yet looking at Millie’s expression, she genuinely believed she was the wronged party. Not wanting to waste time with her, I admitted directly: “Yes, I look down on you and I’m targeting you on purpose. So what?” At my words, Millie’s expression froze, and a flash of resentment and realization quickly crossed her eyes. A chill seemed to sweep through my heart, cold enough to make me shiver. In my previous life at this point, I had been relatively tolerant of Millie. Even when she repeatedly used my name on Tinder to find boyfriends, damaging my reputation, I never held it against her or exposed her. But facts proved that with someone like Millie who benefits herself at others’ expense, unless you can unconditionally satisfy her demands for life, you’ll inevitably earn her resentment. At this moment, she probably already harbored hatred toward me. I stared directly into Millie’s humiliated eyes and warned coldly: “I suggest you drop those little schemes and compensate me for my losses quickly. If you keep playing games, don’t be surprised if your real face appears on Tinder tomorrow. When that happens, guess whether the boyfriend you finally managed to get will leave you?” “No, don’t!” Hearing me mention her boyfriend, Millie immediately panicked. She grabbed my arm and pleaded: “Please don’t tell James. I’ll pay for your sheets. I accidentally put the package on your bed today, and I won’t do it again!” I cleared my throat, my expression becoming somewhat complicated. I could tell Millie was genuinely afraid of losing James. Her intense reaction made me feel like the evil supporting character breaking up a loving couple. I sneered: “You say it was an accident? Then what about all those times you secretly wore my clothes, carried my bags on dates with James, threw my speech draft into the washing machine, and deliberately copied my style while hinting to others that I was copying you—were those all ‘accidents’ too?” Millie’s face turned deathly pale, her expression twisting for a moment. I shook off her hand, remembering everything from my previous life, feeling disgusted as if the arm she’d touched had been crawled over by insects. Opening the door, the bathroom mirror reflected Millie’s face behind me, barely concealing her hatred. I said: “Millie, I won’t let the past slide so easily. You’d better watch yourself.” With that, I took my toiletries and left the bathroom. Whether Millie would overthink because of my words wasn’t my concern. But what I didn’t know was that shortly after I left, Millie, who had been suppressing her emotions, looked down at the hair she’d just pulled from my clothes and revealed a sinister smile. Back in my room, I lay in bed reading the incense burner’s instruction manual and searched for the product’s online store based on the shop name on the package. However, to my surprise, the store was completely empty with no products for sale. I had no choice but to click on the customer service avatar below the store and tentatively sent a message. User 2345: [Hello, can I still buy the incense burners from your store?] Despite it being 11:30 PM, the customer service quickly replied. Nether Nook: [Hello, our store’s products require strong desire to purchase. We’ve detected that you don’t have any wishes you’re longing to fulfill.] My hand trembled, and I immediately turned off the screen. What did this mean? Could this store’s customer service read my emotions through the phone? Was this really something current technology could achieve? And what was her relationship with Millie? Just as I was hesitating whether to continue asking, my phone screen lit up again as the customer service proactively sent another message. The moment I saw that sentence, I froze.

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My neighbor across the hall, who’s obsessed with spaghetti, is an incredibly charming and beautiful woman. Every man in the building is completely smitten with her, but my husband has always acted cold and distant toward her. However, when the elevator suddenly plummeted, he forgot all about my daughter and me, instead pulling her tightly into his arms with such force that it seemed like he wanted to merge her into his very being.

My mother, Alyssa Harris, was the most well-behaved mistress in all of Los Angeles. From childhood, she always told me: “Diana Wright, as an illegitimate daughter, you must be careful and cautious. Never covet anything that belongs to your sister Natalie Wright.” Because of those words, I didn’t dare fight back when the man I loved was taken from me, didn’t dare claim even a fraction of the family fortune, and was ultimately handed over to an old man to be toyed with and humiliated. Only at death did I discover that I was actually the true heiress. Given a second chance at life, I climbed into the bed of Natalie’s boyfriend, Declan Hamilton. This time, let’s see how I destroy them all. ***** When I died, I didn’t even have a single piece of clothing to cover my body. Natalie had tricked me into coming to the hotel to deliver documents, but when I opened the door, three lecherous old men were waiting for me instead. I was brutalized all night long, bleeding uncontrollably from below. But that wasn’t the end of it. Soon, several burly women burst through the door and began beating me with their fists and feet. “You slut! How dare you seduce my husband! I’ll beat you to death!” They clawed at my face with their hands, leaving bloody scratches, then dragged me by my hair toward the door. “Since you have no shame, let everyone see you!” The doorway was right in front of me, and I was completely naked. I desperately clung to the door frame with all my remaining strength. “No, please don’t!” I begged. “Now you want to save face? Too late!” They kicked me viciously in the head, their stiletto heels piercing into the back of my skull. Everything went black as I lost my grip, and I was quickly dragged into the hallway. “Everyone come look! Here’s a shameless homewrecker who seduces men without any clothes on!” The doors nearby slowly opened, some people taking photos, others whispering among themselves. I lay on the ground, my body temperature dropping, consciousness fading. Through my haze, I saw Natalie being protected by a man as they pushed through the crowd. “Diana? I just heard someone was breaking up a family here. How could it be you?” Declan frowned. He said, “Something’s wrong with her condition. We need to get her to a hospital.” “Don’t bother with her. She’s my family’s illegitimate daughter. She’s been trouble since childhood, and now that she’s grown up, she’s following in her mother’s footsteps, destroying other people’s families. Let her learn her lesson…” Declan ignored her, took off his jacket to cover me, and got up to call an ambulance. Afraid of getting involved in trouble, the onlookers quickly dispersed. Natalie dragged me back into the room, pulled off the jacket, and after closing the door, kicked me hard. “I gave him two aphrodisiac pills last night, but he’d rather take cold showers all night than let me touch him. Now he’s actually giving his clothes to you, you bitch. Even in this state, you still can’t help seducing men!” The angrier she got, the more furious she became. She pulled out a bottle of pills from somewhere and poured them all into my mouth, her voice dripping with venom. “You love seducing men so much? I’ll let you seduce them to your heart’s content.” I couldn’t muster any strength left and could only let her do as she pleased. The pills went down one after another and quickly took effect. I began vomiting blood in large amounts. Natalie showed no panic at all, leaning close to my ear and saying: “With this dosage, even an elephant would die from excitement. I’ll never have to worry about my identity being exposed again.” “As for you, hurry up and go reunite with your dead mother!” Only then did some things from the past that I could never understand begin to become clear. No wonder she always told me to give in to Natalie everywhere, warning me not to compete with her for the family inheritance. It turned out that I was the real heiress. I gritted my teeth and said, “Dad…” Natalie sneered, “You think he doesn’t know? Have you ever thought about it? To switch newborn babies, only he could have done such a thing.” I closed my eyes, blood tears streaming down. So that’s how it was. In the last moment before my consciousness faded, I heard someone stride into the room. Natalie cried to that person: “What should we do? I don’t know what kind of drugs she took, but she suddenly started vomiting blood. I’m so scared, Declan…” I couldn’t hear the rest of what she said. I knew I was going to die. How pitiful my life had been, deceived into being Natalie’s stepping stone for her entire life, only to end up like this. I wasn’t willing to accept this. I was so unwilling. If there’s a next life… “Take this document to room 1609 at the Hilton Hotel. I’ve already spoken with Mr. Rowe, so you can go straight in when you arrive. Remember, you must personally hand the document to Mr. Rowe. If you handle this properly, I’ll let you intern at the company.” ***** I jolted awake, and there before me was Natalie—the same woman who had just killed me—with a middle-aged woman in a long dress standing behind her. The woman had a delicate figure, and though she was over forty, she still maintained a girlish physique. This was Alyssa—the woman I’d called “Mom” for over twenty years. A woman who had driven the original wife to her death, risen from mistress to wife, yet somehow earned everyone’s approval. “What are you standing there for?” Alyssa took the document and placed it in my hands. “Natalie is kindly giving you a chance to prove yourself. You should treasure it.” The heavy document envelope landed in my palm, and only then did I truly confirm that I had been reborn. I had been reborn to the day before I was murdered. I bit down hard on my tongue, the metallic taste of blood filling my mouth, then took the document with both hands. “Don’t worry, I’ll make sure Natalie is satisfied this time.” Alyssa, Natalie, and my father Samuel Wright—none of them would escape. I needed to think carefully about where to start dealing with them. Looking at Natalie’s smug expression, I suddenly remembered the words I’d heard before dying in my previous life. “Last night we gave him two aphrodisiac pills… wouldn’t let him touch… that bitch… even looking like that, she still doesn’t forget to seduce men…” I slowly began to smile, my mind made up.

When I found Declan, he was already delirious. He was soaking in the bathtub, cold water drenching his clothes, his broad shoulders and narrow waist clearly visible. Hearing the commotion, he barely opened his eyes: “Who?” I grabbed his chin and shook it: “Someone here to help you…” “Don’t touch me! Get out!” He gripped my wrist forcefully, his voice hoarse. Looking at his body struggling with desire, I couldn’t help but marvel—even in this state, he could still resist. No wonder Natalie failed to succeed even after drugging him in my past life. He spoke harshly, forbidding me to come closer. Those words might have worked on Natalie, after all, she had to maintain her wealthy heiress facade. But I was different. After all, I had no shame. I looked into his eyes and reached out my hand… Declan’s expression gradually became intoxicated, and before long he lost control and pulled me into the bathtub. In the heat of passion, I grabbed his hair and opened my mouth, but didn’t know what to call out. “Declan, my name is Declan.” Just as he finished speaking, there was suddenly a knock at the door. “Declan, are you in there?” It was Natalie’s voice outside. Declan’s body was burning hot, his face and neck flushed red, the arm around my waist showing prominent veins, completely lost in desire. He clearly hadn’t heard the commotion outside. I pretended not to hear either, continuing to embrace his neck. That night we were intimate, thoroughly enjoying ourselves. The next morning when I woke up, Declan sat alone on the balcony smoking for a long time. When he returned, he pulled out a card from his wallet and handed it to me expressionlessly. “There’s five hundred thousand dollars here. I know this looks insulting, but it’s the only thing I can give you.” I’d heard people say that men are mostly heartless—they change their tune the moment they get out of bed. Seeing it now, it was indeed true. I didn’t take the card, just looked at him with tears in my eyes. I learned this trick from Alyssa—whenever she showed this expression, Samuel would soften and agree to anything. But Declan wasn’t buying it. He grabbed my chin and pushed it aside, his voice cold: “I have a fiancée.” After putting on his clothes, he transformed back into that aloof, noble man, showing no trace of last night’s passion. I rushed over and hugged him, my naked body pressed against his back, tears falling one by one. Declan’s body stiffened, maintaining this position for a long time. After I’d cried enough, he turned around, took back the card he’d placed on the nightstand, and replaced it with another one. “Two million dollars. Forget about me.” I lifted my head, my gaze falling on his bitten lip, and licked my own lips. “Declan, why don’t you ask my name?” “No need.” His expression remained unchanged, like a celibate priest. “If nothing unexpected happens, we probably won’t see each other again.” He left without any reluctance. That made sense—he was the head of the Hamilton family, not someone ordinary people could just meet whenever they wanted. I lay back down on the bed, letting out a soft laugh. But I wasn’t ordinary people. I was his fiancée’s sister. After lying in the hotel for a day, I still felt sore all over when I got up. I couldn’t help but curse Declan in my mind. He was like a wild animal. Even though he’s thirty years old, he acted like it was his first time, going completely crazy and nearly killing me. I forced myself to drag my body home, and the moment Natalie saw me, she started yelling. “You bitch! I told you to deliver the documents before ten o’clock. Why didn’t you go? Do you have any idea how big a project you cost me?” Alyssa joined in blaming me too. “Natalie was kind enough to let you work at her company, and you can’t even handle such a simple task. How can you face her?” I blinked, and tears instantly rolled down my cheeks. “Mom, last night at the hotel I was… I was forced by someone… My body hurts so much right now… What should I do…” “How is that possible?” Alyssa was shocked. “Didn’t Mr. Rowe and the others say no one showed up last night?” Natalie walked over directly and yanked open my collar. After seeing the red marks all over my chest, her eyes turned red with anger, and she raised her hand to slap me hard across the face. “You idiot! You wasted something so valuable just like that. I already made arrangements with Mr. Rowe, and now where am I supposed to find him a virgin!” The merchandise she’d been raising for over twenty years, sold off to some unknown man before she could get a good price for it. Alyssa was furious too and came over to grab my wrist. “Come on, I’m taking you to report this to the police. We can’t let that bastard get away with it.” “Yes!” I wiped my tears and pulled out a card from my pocket. “By the way, he gave me two million dollars afterward. This is the evidence.” The next second, the card was snatched away. Alyssa’s anger turned to joy, and her eyes lit up as her attitude immediately changed. “Let’s forget about reporting to the police. If word of this gets out, how will you face people in the future? Consider this money compensation for Natalie.” Natalie, who had taken the card, was also beaming with joy. “For Alyssa’s sake, I’ll forgive you this time.” I looked up at her with my swollen face. “Thank you, Natalie… For your birthday party in a few days, could you let me come and meet some people?” Natalie was in such a good mood that for the first time, she didn’t fly into a rage after hearing me call her by her name. Instead, she generously agreed. I looked at her smiling face and smiled slightly myself. I thought to myself: “Go ahead and smile. You won’t be smiling much longer.”

I arrived a bit late to the birthday party. Just as I was about to push the door open, a familiar male voice came from behind me. “Why did you come out?” His voice was deep and gentle, making my heart skip a beat. It was Declan. I smiled and stepped back two paces before turning around, burying my head against his chest and nuzzling affectionately. “Are you drunk?” Declan’s body stiffened for a moment. He steadied my shoulders and subtly stepped back. I looked up with a suppressed smile. The next second, his expression changed drastically. “How is it you?” I gazed at him, my voice soft. “I came to celebrate Natalie’s birthday.” Declan was stunned for a moment, his expression darkening. “You’re the Wright family’s illegitimate daughter? Then you must also know about my relationship with Natalie?” I looked at him and nodded honestly. Declan closed his eyes briefly. “Why didn’t you push me away that night?” “By the time you told me your name, things had already gone that far, and besides…” I placed my hand on his arm, speaking softly, “You were holding me so tightly then, how could I have pushed you away?” As if recalling that scene, his face showed a moment of discomfort before quickly returning to its usual coldness. “Don’t mention what happened that night again. Let’s pretend we never met. Natalie is wearing the same dress as you today—don’t upset her. Go back.” Declan was tall with an upright posture, looking distinguished and refined in his dress shirt and slacks. Natalie was truly blessed. I looked up at him, my eyes slightly red. “I did buy the same dress as hers, but that’s because I heard you helped her choose it. I thought you liked it. I wore this just hoping you’d look at me a little longer—isn’t that allowed?” Declan was slightly taken aback, his gaze on my face unfathomable. After a long moment, his Adam’s apple moved slightly. “You and I are impossible.” “I know.” I said with self-mockery, “How could someone with my background be worthy of you?” “It’s not about background—” “Don’t say anymore, I understand everything.” I interrupted his explanation with a bitter smile. “But I took two hours on the bus to get here—you should at least let me have a bite to eat before I leave.” Declan frowned, immediately catching the key point. “Why did you take the bus? Didn’t I give you a card that day?” I lowered my head without speaking. The quieter it became out here, the clearer the voices from the private room beside us became. “Two million dollars in the first month of starting your business! Natalie, you really are a business genius.” “Come on, tell us—did Mr. Hamilton give you guidance?” I quietly looked up. Declan’s face was expressionless, but his eyes were brewing a storm. After a moment, he pushed the door open and went in. Seeing Declan, Natalie’s sweet smile had just begun to bloom when she noticed me following right behind him—and the dress I was wearing. Everyone’s eyes darted back and forth between us. “What a coincidence—you’re wearing the same outfit! Natalie, looks like you two have the same taste.” Natalie’s face instantly flushed red. If Declan hadn’t been there, she probably would have torn my dress off and thrown it away by now. Instead, she forced a smile and grabbed my wrist, saying, “Great minds think alike between us sisters.” I was a bit surprised that Natalie didn’t lose it. Don’t let her gentle, kind, and gracious exterior fool you—the moment she got home and saw me, she’d flip like a switch, turning into a raging wild boar. The slightest thing would set her off, and she’d beat me black and blue. I was like an invisible trigger attached to her body. In my past life, I never understood why. Now I was starting to get it. Outside, she was the noble legitimate daughter. But coming home and seeing Alyssa would immediately remind her that this woman everyone called a homewrecker was actually her biological mother. The massive contrast was torture for her. But since she couldn’t take it out on Alyssa, I—the one who’d taken her place—naturally became her punching bag. I knew she wanted to hold it in until we got home to settle the score with me. Too bad I was about to make that impossible. Her nails dug into my flesh, sending sharp pain through my wrist. I smiled and delivered another blow. “Natalie, I even prepared a special gift for you.” I opened my palm and held out a luxurious, sparkling diamond brooch. In an instant, everyone’s expression changed. Because this brooch was identical to the one pinned to her chest. In fact, my diamond was even bigger than hers. Someone stirred the pot: “Natalie, looks like your dad treats this illegitimate daughter better than he treats you!” Actually, if you looked closely, both the dress and the jewelry were quite different from hers. After all, hers came from a luxury brand, globally limited edition. My dress was a hundred-dollar Amazon purchase, and the brooch cost $9.99. Just like me, they reeked of cheapness. Even though she knew I couldn’t afford these things, seeing the illegitimate daughter who used to never fight back or talk back—who acted like a humble servant in front of her—now openly challenging her made the authenticity suddenly seem less important. If I wasn’t mistaken, all she wanted right now was to put me in my place. Sure enough, she switched to rage mode in a heartbeat, raising her hand and slapping me hard across the face. “You bastard child of a homewrecker! How dare you show off in front of me!” Still not satisfied, she grabbed the cake from the table and smashed it into my face. “That face of yours looks exactly like your homewrecker mother—makes me sick just looking at it!” I couldn’t help wanting to laugh. That was her mother too. Alyssa probably had no idea that the daughter she’d elevated to the position of legitimate heiress secretly despised her so much. Someone came over and pulled Natalie away, and the cake plate crashed to the floor. I could finally breathe again. “It’s just a brooch. I’ll have someone make you a crown, okay? It’s your birthday—don’t be upset.” I wiped the cream off my face and looked toward that voice. Declan was bent over, gently cleaning the cream from Natalie’s fingers. His profile was handsome and tender—completely different from the cold indifference he showed me. I curved my lips into a smile. Natalie had gotten one thing right. I was just as low as Alyssa. She seduced my father, and I wanted to seduce Declan.

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I accidentally discovered I could see who people were dreaming about in their intimate dreams. At first, I was just curious. But when I turned to look at my childhood friend, I found my name floating above her head. ***** I accidentally hit my head while taking a shower, and I awakened a superpower. I could see who people dreamed about in their wet dreams the night before. This superpower was pretty weird. But it let me know everyone’s secrets in the college town. For instance, the security guard, despite his age, was still going strong—he’d been fantasizing about that charming middle-aged cook from the cafeteria for several nights straight. The campus heartthrob, surrounded by swooning fans, actually had unusual feelings for his aloof roommate. The celebrity names floating above my roommate’s forehead were never the same. The stray dog hanging around the girls’ dorm had fallen for that ten-thousand-dollar poodle at the pet store on the commercial street. Cross-species romance—now that was something to marvel at. Anyway, this dramatic superpower was perfect for gossip. It made my recently boring campus life much more interesting. In just a few days, I’d mastered all the love affairs and grudges throughout the entire college town. Until my childhood friend William Anderson returned to school. He’d been away competing for several days. Without anyone to banter with constantly, life would’ve been pretty bland and passionless if not for that superpower. So when I heard William was back, I immediately asked him to grab dinner. William told me to take his meal card to the cafeteria first. He said he was making me treat him. I grumbled but did as he asked. I was randomly wondering why the cafeteria cook’s wet dream target wasn’t the security guard but the janitor instead, when I spotted William walking through the cafeteria entrance from afar. He was tall with long legs, handsome features, and always drew stares when walking down the street. I waved excitedly to get his attention. “William, over here!” William, who’d had a somewhat cold expression moments before, smiled and walked straight over. Suddenly, I noticed what seemed like a name faintly floating above his forehead. I froze mid-sip of my milkshake, eyes widening. I thought, “Damn! He actually had a wet dream last night? Was it some actress? Or some pretty girl from school?” I quickly stared at William’s forehead. I wanted to see which poor soul had caught his attention. As William approached, the name of his wet dream target above his forehead gradually became clearer. [K…] I squinted, trying to make it out. [Kayla Lewis!] I was so shocked that I spat out my milkshake. William, who’d already reached my table, dodged with a quick sidestep and immediately ruffled my hair into a mess. He sneered, “Kayla Lewis, are you insane?” “Cough, cough—” I coughed frantically, staring at William’s forehead in horror. The name “Kayla Lewis” was glowing there. That’s right, Kayla Lewis is me. I’m the unlucky one he’s been lusting after. Wait, how could I be the object of William’s wet dream? How is that even possible? Maybe I ate something bad and I’m seeing things? I’m not sure, let me look again. I closed my eyes and opened them again. Looking carefully, it’s still my name. I took a deep breath. Still my name! William noticed something was off with me and reached out to pinch my cheek. “What are you spacing out for?” “Cough, cough, cough, stay away from me!” I was frantic, coughing non-stop. William said in confusion, “Didn’t you text me last night saying you missed me like crazy, asking me to bring you souvenirs and buy cosmetics at the duty-free shop? Now you’re telling me to stay away? Kayla, that’s way too much.” I slapped his hand away, both embarrassed and annoyed. My face had turned red at some point. “William, what did you do last night?” William said casually, “After the competition, I took a shower, video-called you before I even got dressed, then went straight to sleep.” “Did you dream while sleeping?” He raised an eyebrow. “Of course I did.” I gritted my teeth. “What kind of dream! Was I in it?” “Huh? How did you know? I did dream about you. I dreamed that you…” William spoke slowly, and for a moment, his handsome face showed a flash of unnaturalness and embarrassment. He recovered quickly. So quickly that before I could even notice, he was back to his usual infuriating self. My heart was pounding like a drum. “Hurry up and tell me!” I watched William straighten up and look at me, then suddenly smile. “I dreamed you turned into a 250-pound pig about to be slaughtered, crying and begging me to save you, saying you’d only let me bully you from now on and wanted to acknowledge me as your second father in life.” Bastard! I barely restrained myself from slapping him in front of all these people in the cafeteria. “William, I’m asking you seriously.” “I was being pretty serious too.” William was being lazy about it, clearly not planning to tell the truth. I looked at him and my name on his forehead with no expression. Forget it. There’s no point in asking. After all, no one would admit to having a wet dream last night. I’ll just pretend I can’t see it and won’t call him out on it. But still, as good friends who’ve known each other since childhood, is it normal for him to dream about me?

Later, when William and I were having dinner, even though I tried to pretend I couldn’t see it, my name was just too glaring. So glaring that my mind couldn’t help but imagine what William’s dreams were like. And what role I played in them. After all, wet dreams definitely involve those embarrassingly intimate scenes. I’d have to embrace him, kiss him, make love with him… William loves basketball and has a great body, so his stamina… I cursed myself in my head: “Damn it. What am I thinking! Is this something a normal person should be thinking about? Stop it!” The more I thought about it, the more embarrassed I became, the more ashamed I felt, and soon my mind was filled with indecent images. I commanded my brain to stop, but it was useless—my thoughts continued to spiral out of control. In any case, this meal felt heavier than attending a funeral. Seeing my face change colors, William irritably nudged my foot with his. “Kayla, did I do something to upset you today?” I sighed. I didn’t know how to answer such an awkward and supernatural situation. William is my childhood friend. We’ve been fighting and scheming together since we were kids. He’d cause trouble, and I’d keep watch. When I got beaten by parents for leading kids to touch electrical outlets, he’d take responsibility for me. When I failed math, he’d tattle on me, and when girls gave him love letters, I’d be the one tattling on him. In short, we had a love-hate relationship. This continued until now when we got into the same university. I thought we were friends, family, lifelong companions who could support each other. In the future, when I got married, he’d sit at the main table, and when he got married, I’d be his groomsman. But it turns out William actually wants to marry me? What kind of situation is this? It’s completely messed up. This disruption to my life’s order made me instinctively feel uncomfortable. “Sigh…” I sighed again. “Nothing’s wrong, just seeing you puts me in a bad mood.” “Tell me the truth, what’s really going on with me?” William glared at me impatiently. As I hesitated, a sudden flash of inspiration hit me. William having those kinds of feelings for me was probably because I was the only female around him. Once he met other women, he might stop paying so much attention to me and wouldn’t have wet dreams about me anymore. So I probed: “William, we’re freshmen now, old enough to seriously date. Have you had any thoughts about that lately?” William glanced at me. “Why are you asking?” “Just tell me if you have or not.” William narrowed his eyes and stared straight at me. “What, are you having those kinds of thoughts too?” I denied it immediately: “No, I just want to introduce you to a beautiful girl. She’s in our major, really pretty, and you’d definitely have things in common with her.” As I spoke, I hurriedly pulled out my phone to find a contact to recommend to him. William put his fork directly on the table, his expression instantly turning several degrees colder. He refused, “Just eat your food.” “You really won’t try it?” “If you keep talking nonsense, forget about those cosmetics. I’ll dump all your skincare products downstairs at the guys’ dorm to water the flowers.” I had no choice but to sheepishly put my phone away. After dinner, William shoved the gift at me and left with a dark expression. I was on the verge of tears, my head pounding. At the very least, he shouldn’t be strutting around using my name everywhere. It really disgusted me to see it! To make my name disappear from his mind, I texted William again the next day. I asked: [Hey, are you busy?] William: [What?] Me: [A girl from the dorm next to mine is having a birthday party. She wants to invite you. Will you come?] William: [No.] Me: [Come on, just go.] William asked: [Why do I have to go? Do you get a commission for setting people up?] Me: [No, I just want to take you out to meet some beautiful girls. Maybe she’ll take a liking to you too, and that would be perfect.] This time William sent me a very brief voice message. “Get lost.” Great, he was even angrier now. He even stopped replying to my messages altogether. He was already pretty cold to people normally, and now that he was angry, he was even harder to appease. I had to humble myself and apologize, promising not to set him up with any more girls, and even called him “Dear” a few times before he finally started replying to me again. But I didn’t give up. Since introducing him to girlfriends to redirect his attention wasn’t working, I decided to try a different approach. My roommate absolutely loved watching those kinds of movies. Every time she watched one, the fantasy object in her head would change to someone new, both men and women. So I had a brilliant idea and decided to take a desperate gamble. I quickly asked my roommate for a few classic films – high definition, uncensored, the kind that looked really stimulating. Then I immediately ducked into the bathroom to contact William. Me: [What are you doing?] William: [Playing games.] Me: [You can’t figure out games without me playing with you. Stop playing, I’ve got something good to show you.] William didn’t reply. I wasn’t in a hurry. He was definitely quickly finishing this round and then getting back to me. Sure enough, five minutes later, William called me directly. I quickly answered. “Kayla, what do you want to show me? It’s not your photoshopped selfies, is it?” “Bullsh*t, I never photoshop, okay? I’m naturally beautiful.” William snorted disdainfully, but his tone was amused. That laugh traveled through electromagnetic signals to the receiver and into my ears, making my eardrums tingle. I scratched my ear and said guiltily, “Really, it’s something good. I’ll send it to you, and we can watch it together.” “Alright, send it over.” I picked the most stimulating film and sent it to him. The title of this movie was: The Temptation of a Young Wife. You could tell what the content was just from the name. William said with a half-smile, “Hey, did you send the wrong thing?” My face turned red. “No, I didn’t send the wrong thing. I’m curious but don’t dare watch it alone. Keep me company.” “Not watching it,” William refused. I challenged him: “You have to watch it whether you want to or not. I already ordered you a milkshake. When you get it, we’ll watch it together.” “Fine, I’ll reluctantly keep you company.” William slowly added, “It’s just that, Kayla, I never realized you were so…” He didn’t finish the sentence, but I knew he was going to say “thirsty.” ***** I swallowed this humiliation with frustration and heartache. “Mind your own business. I don’t believe you don’t secretly watch this stuff.” “I don’t watch it. I’m pure-hearted and abstinent. My mental state isn’t that vulgar.” “Bullsh*t!” I said through gritted teeth. I thought to myself: “If you’re so abstinent, why do you have those shameless dreams every night?” If it weren’t for making sure the object of his wet dreams was no longer me, would I really stoop so low as to watch this kind of stuff with him late at night?

After William’s smoothie arrived, we continued our voice chat. My roommates were all wearing headphones watching shows, so they couldn’t hear anything. I grabbed my tablet, slipped back into bed, pulled the curtains closed, and put on my headphones too. I whispered, “William, can you watch now?” “Hold on, two roommates just left for an all-nighter at the internet café, and another one’s getting ready to go see his girlfriend. I’ll watch once he’s gone.” “Okay.” So we both went quiet, waiting in silence. But with neither of us talking, all I could hear through the headphones was William’s soft breathing. It was perfectly normal, yet somehow I found myself getting mesmerized by it. I couldn’t help but imagine what William was doing right now. He was probably lounging lazily in his chair, his long legs casually spread out. On his clean desk, the lamp I’d given him was definitely on, casting light across his face. His profile was smooth and defined, with the headphones I’d gotten him for his birthday in his ears. Oh right, those were also a birthday gift from me. And me? My headphones were from him, my tablet was from him, even my backpack was from him. After all these Christmases, our lives had somehow intertwined like this. Finally, I heard voices from his end, and William’s roommate left, closing the door behind him. William called out to me: “Alright, time to appreciate this masterpiece you recommended. Kayla? You there? Don’t tell me you got addicted and started watching without me?” I snapped back to reality, scratching my inexplicably flushed face. “I’m here, I’m here. Let’s start together.” “Mm.” So I hit play. Left earphone for the movie audio, right earphone to talk with William. The first few minutes were just regular plot development between the male and female leads, nothing stimulating. I was still pretty relaxed, complaining to William about the male actor’s awful looks and physique. “This actress is totally suffering on the job.” “Agreed, looks like a toad.” “Oh, William, don’t look at this male actor too much.” William lazily asked, “Why? Afraid he’ll get insecure?” I hesitated. Because I was afraid if he looked too much, he might dream about this actor, and that would make things really awkward. Naturally, I couldn’t tell William that. He’d grab a machete and storm the girls’ dorm to kill me. I laughed dryly, “Afraid you’ll end up looking like him. Look, you two have similar hairstyles. What if your face gets influenced to look the same? Your life would be over.” William snorted, “I’m getting a haircut tomorrow.” I tried hard not to laugh. “Avoidance personality.” “What?” “Questioning type.” “Are you asking for a beating?” “Okay, aggressive type.” “Come on, let’s hang up and video call so I can teach you some manners.” “Oh wow, confrontational type.” I bantered back and forth with William casually. Soon, the plot reached its climax. The male and female leads started kissing, in extreme close-up. I don’t know what filming technique they used, but the sounds were especially prominent through the headphones, intimate and wet. Suddenly the air inside my bed curtains felt suffocating, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on my back. I pressed my lips together irritably. At the same time, inexplicably, William and I gradually talked less and less. Because I didn’t know what to say, and I was afraid that if I spoke, I’d reveal my currently hoarse and flustered voice. That would make me look like a total amateur. After watching quietly for a while longer, I couldn’t take it anymore and hit pause. Now all I could hear through the headphones was William’s breathing and the faint movie sounds from his speakers. I cleared my throat. “William, I’m… I’m getting sleepy. I’m not watching anymore.” After a long pause, William finally responded. His voice was low and husky. It made my eardrums itch even more. He said, “Oh, then I won’t watch either.” “No way, you have to watch. Watch it and tell me the ending.” “What kind of ending could there be?” “Anyway, you have to watch. I’ll ask you about what happens next tomorrow.” William clicked his tongue impatiently. “Kayla, you really know how to create work for me.” After getting his definite agreement, I hung up happily. But there was a little incident that night. Because even I, who’s usually so pure-minded, had an erotic dream. It was very similar to the plot of the adult film I’d watched before bed. Except I couldn’t see the male lead’s face clearly, only that he had a great body with eight-pack abs. His voice was dreamily pleasant. I was still blushing and heart-racing when I woke up. If I could dream after watching it, then William definitely could too. So after finishing a class, I was energetic and incredibly excited as I rushed to wait for William downstairs at the guys’ dorm. But the moment I saw him, I was stunned. Because I discovered that not only had he gotten a haircut early in the morning, but the name of his dream partner on his forehead was even more spectacular than yesterday. My name had gotten bigger, obviously about twice as prominent as before. Watching William walk toward me, my face instantly scrunched up. What was going on? William had watched an adult film, so even if his dream partner wasn’t that toad-like male actor, it should at least be that pretty female actress. How could it still be me?!

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After chasing Jaxon Scott for ten whole years, I, Mary Elliott, finally felt that everything had become utterly meaningless. I gave up on him and chose Asher Ford, who genuinely cared for me. Asher had once lit up the entire city with fireworks for me all night long, and even bought an island to propose to me. But on the eve of our wedding, he suddenly disappeared. When I finally found him, I heard him say coldly to others: “I only went after Mary to get back at Jaxon. After I got her, I actually found her boring. But I wasn’t satisfied, so I ran away from the wedding to humiliate her. Don’t you think that’s amusing?” So I beat him to it and ran away from the wedding first, making him the laughingstock of the entire city. Later I heard that Asher searched all over New York but couldn’t find his missing bride.

Five years before Christmas, my fiancé Patrick Burton died in the line of duty, his body never recovered. But tonight, August 20th at 8:17 PM, his captain Zayden Perry personally called me to say: “We found Patrick.” Patrick wasn’t dead. He was alive and well, and about to get married.

I had been in a secret relationship with my brother’s best friend for seven years and we were planning to get married. I followed the location and found his gathering, but as I reached the door of the private room, I overheard their conversation. “Ethan Shaw, your Cinderella is back. What are you going to do about that stand-in little sister?” He didn’t reply. The atmosphere became tense and another friend laughed, “It’s impressive how bold Ethan is. He dared to pursue Adam’s sister. Now he’s used her up and yet, Amanda is back…” “She left so decisively back then, she deserves to have a stand-in to irritate her!” The next day, Ethan took me to Amanda’s welcome banquet, showering me with affectionate gestures. But when Amanda ran out crying, he pushed me aside and rushed after her in panic. I returned home covered in spilled soup and burns and opened the door to the study—one he never allowed me to enter. On the desk, their photo together was so conspicuous. My heart turned to ash and I called my brother overseas. “Brother, I’ve made up my mind about the arranged marriage. I agree!” ***** “Emma Snow, have you been wronged?” My brother paused on the other end of the line for a moment before his voice filled with deep concern. I forced a lighthearted smile, despite the bitterness rising in my throat. “No, I’ve just figured it out. I’m going to get married anyway, so does it matter to whom?” “Besides, I trust Mom and Dad’s judgment. Even if it’s an arranged marriage, I’m sure the candidate has been thoroughly vetted by you all.” Only then did my brother let out a relieved sigh. His tone softened, “I’m glad you’ve figured it out. When are you coming back? Do you want to meet him before making the final decision?” “No need, the sooner we agree, the sooner the company crisis can be resolved. You can start preparing for the wedding and let’s set the date for a month from now.” “Got it! By the way, do you still have contact with Ethan? I heard his goddess is finally back. You should reach out to him, maybe he’ll have time to come celebrate with you and bring some good luck.” I was surprised that my brother knew about Amanda. No wonder Ethan had always insisted I keep our relationship a secret from him. I lowered my gaze to hide the pang in my heart. “Brother, don’t bother him. I’m not close to him.” Just then, I heard the sound of the door unlocking. I said my goodbyes and hung up the phone. I looked up to meet Ethan’s smiling eyes. “Not close to whom?” “Not close to you!” I said honestly, but Ethan raised an eyebrow and mischievously pulled me into his embrace. “Really? Then tell me how you’re not close to me. Are we not close enough, or have we not shared enough nights together, hmm?” His breath was warm against my ear. Our once intimate behavior that made my heart race now only made me feel uncomfortable and repelled. As I struggled, I noticed the lipstick stain on his shirt collar. The burns on my body ached and I didn’t know where the pain came from, but it was so sharp it brought tears to my eyes. “Emma, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” Ethan panicked as soon as he saw my tears. He rolled up his sleeve and saw the large red marks on my wrist, his voice trembling with concern. “How did this happen? When did you get burned? Why didn’t you tell me?” It seemed like he had completely forgotten what had happened at the banquet. I remained silent, unsure whether I should remind him and shatter his mask of feigned affection.   “All right, stop crying now. I’ll put some medicine on it for you.” He gently patted my head to soothe me as he got up to grab the first aid kit, muttering along the way. “Look at you—such a big girl, but still afraid of pain and always crying. What would you do without me?” I stared blankly at the red burn mark on my wrist. “Yes, I’d been spoiled for a full seven years. What would I do without him?” “But, Ethan, I don’t want you anymore. I don’t want this fake love anymore.” I said to myself. That night, I couldn’t sleep well and woke up covered in sweat. Just as dawn was breaking, Ethan pulled me out of bed. I grumbled, trying to push him away, but he just chuckled and leaned in to kiss me. Instantly, all my sleepiness vanished. I almost slapped him, but barely managed to hold myself back. Luckily, it was just a quick kiss. “Awake yet, my Sleeping Beauty?” I turned away, wiping my mouth in disgust. “It’s the weekend. Why can’t you let people sleep in?” Ethan looked helpless. “Did you know you had a fever last night? Get up; I’m taking you to the hospital.” Although I felt mostly fine, I couldn’t argue with him, so I reluctantly got up. In the hospital corridor, we unexpectedly ran into Amanda. It looked like she had hurt her foot and was struggling to hop down the hallway on her own. Ethan, who had been gentle just moments before, instantly frowned. Forgetting I was beside him, he rushed over to Amanda and held her, asking in concern, “What happened?” Amanda smiled at him, looking past him toward me. “It’s just a sprained ankle. What a coincidence; you two are here for a checkup too?” Ethan’s expression froze. He glanced back at me, his eyes shifting. “Yeah, my ‘little sister’ here had a bit of a fever, so I brought her in for a check-up.” I had grown used to being called “sister” by now. From the moment Ethan decided not to go public with our relationship, he introduced me as his friend’s little sister, someone he was helping to look after. Only his closest friends knew of our true relationship. Amanda nodded. “She’s staying at your place, so of course, you have to look after her carefully. You two go on; I need to head over there.” She gestured toward the other clinic on the opposite side. Seeing her start hopping again, Ethan didn’t think twice before scooping her up in his arms. “Let me take you over. Emma, wait here for me.” For some reason, as soon as I saw Amanda, I suddenly felt weak, drained of all energy. I leaned against the wall, saying nothing. Ethan hadn’t actually asked for my permission. After those words, he was already carrying Amanda toward the other clinic. The fact, no matter how well he acted, when faced with Amanda, genuine feelings slip through, betraying the facade. And Ethan didn’t even realize it. I forced a bitter smile, turned and walked to my own clinic. Apparently, it wasn’t just in my head; after checking my temperature, I learned my fever was as high as 41.3°C. The burn had become infected, worsened by my recent emotional stress, leading to a viral infection that required IV treatment. Out of habit, I reached for my phone to call Ethan, but stopped myself before dialing. Habit was a terrifying thing. I gave a self-mocking smile, put my phone away, William to get my medication and headed to the IV room alone.

After finishing my IV, I felt even dizzier. I took a few steps and almost stumbled. Ethan still hadn’t returned—no calls, no messages. Reluctantly, I decided to call him first to avoid any misunderstandings. When he heard I was still at the hospital, he paused for a moment. “I’m sorry, Emma. I planned to come back for you right after taking Amanda home, but her stomach started acting up, so…” Before he could finish, I overheard a waitress in the background. “Sir, your dishes are all served. Please enjoy your meal!” Though Ethan quickly covered the receiver, I’d already heard it all. “It’s fine. I’m on my own—I can manage.” I said it to reassure myself and to reassure him. Just as I was about to hang up, he suddenly called out my name, “Emma, just head home. I’ll explain everything later.” Explain what, exactly? Just more lies to string me along. I ended the call without a word and arranged for a driver to take me home. But that night, Ethan didn’t come back. Kept awake by the fireworks outside, I pulled out my tablet and resumed sketching custom jewelry designs for a client. While working, I accidentally brushed the chat app in the lower right corner and a new post from an hour ago appeared. It was from Amanda: a beautiful shot of fireworks bursting against the night sky, captioned with poetic words: “After half a lifetime away, I return to you. And here, the fireworks bloom, a welcome in all its glory!” I stared at the post for a long time, only realizing when I tried to log out that the chat app was still logged into Ethan’s account on my tablet. Felt uninterested in prying into their flirtations, I simply logged out of the app. The next morning, feeling somewhat refreshed, I arrived at the office on time. The manager held my resignation letter and when she heard I was going back home to get married, she looked both happy and wistful. “With you leaving, I’m losing one of my best team members.” Unsure of what to say, I gave her a hug and thanked her for all the support over the years. After completing the formalities, my colleagues heard the news and insisted on a farewell meal to celebrate my upcoming wedding. I didn’t decline and booked a table at a restaurant Ethan and I frequented. It was one of the few restaurants I knew and the food was genuinely good. Halfway through the meal, I excused myself to go to the restroom, only to run into Amanda. She greeted me warmly, “Didn’t expect to see you here, too! You know, this was the restaurant Ethan first brought me to back in college. We’ve come here so many times.” I gave her a polite smile and was about to leave, not considering our relationship close enough for small talk. But she didn’t seem to feel the same. Just as I was about to go, she stopped me again. “I noticed last time that Ethan always rinses the shrimp in water before peeling it for you. Do you also not eat spicy food?” The word also made me pause for a moment. The truth is, I do enjoy spicy food. But every time Ethan peeled shrimp for me, he’d insist on rinsing it in water. He always said it wasn’t good for a girl to eat too much spice. I had always thought he was looking out for my health. But now, I realized it was simply a habit. The one who didn’t eat spicy food—the one he was thinking of—is Amanda.

Seeing that I was silent, she tilted her head slightly, carefully studying my face. “I’ve wanted to say this since the first time we met—don’t you think we look very much alike, little sister?” In that moment, I had never felt such humiliation and disgrace. Under her triumphant gaze, I could only flee in panic. Back in the private room, my colleagues’ warmth began to thaw my icy blood. Just as I was about to cast aside that unpleasant encounter, the door to the room swung open. Seeing the two full tables of people, Ethan froze for a moment, then locked eyes with me. I could see the restrained anger in his gaze, though I couldn’t understand why. He clenched his fists before finally calling my name, ordering me outside. Puzzled, I followed him out, only to be met with a hard slap in the corridor. It was the first time he had ever hit me. As I stared at him in disbelief, he showed no sign of guilt or hesitation—just pure fury. “Why did you push Amanda? You knew she had a twisted ankle! I told you I’d explain things when we got back, but you just had to handle it so harshly?” My cheek burned with pain. In the distance, Amanda hobbled toward us, her shirt rumpled, stained with water and dirt. Just as I opened my mouth to explain, she fell to the ground with a dramatic thud. Without a second thought, Ethan pushed past me and rushed over, cradling her in his arms. “I told you I’d bring her over to apologize to you. Why did you come out here?” he said. Though his words sounded reproachful, his voice was filled with tenderness. With tears in her eyes, Amanda shook her head at him. “It’s not a big deal; she didn’t do it on purpose. Don’t be so hard on her.” “If her brother finds out you hit his sister, it might hurt the bond between you two,” she added. At the mention of my brother, a strange expression crossed Ethan’s face, but his resolve returned as he looked back at Amanda. “Her brother entrusted her to me, so it’s my duty to correct her when she’s in the wrong,” he said firmly. I laughed bitterly and couldn’t resist asking, “What exactly did I do wrong? Even in court, you need solid evidence to convict someone. Haven’t you thought about how unfair it is to judge me and even lay hands on me without understanding the truth?” Ethan clenched his fists, glaring at me. “You knew there were no cameras in the restroom, so you thought you could act without consequence.” I felt both amused and stung by the injustice. “If there are no cameras, then how can you be sure it was me?” “Why would Amanda wrongfully accuse you? She must have a reason, right? Besides, I’ve known her for years—she’s not the kind of person who lies.” “And I am?” I asked, my voice barely hiding the bitterness. After seven years together, I thought he would trust my character, if nothing else. But I was wrong. In front of Amanda, even seven years meant nothing. One word from her was all it took to convict me, leaving me without a chance to defend myself. It was blatant favoritism, a glaring display of partiality. And I, in the end, was nothing more than a stand-in, a replacement with nothing to offer. Seeing no point in arguing further, I turned to leave, ignoring Ethan’s furious commands to stay. With the mark of his slap still on my face, I didn’t want to ruin my colleagues’ mood, so I chose not to return to the private room. Instead, I went to the front desk, paid the bill and sent them a message: “Something urgent came up, so I had to leave. Enjoy the meal and drinks—it’s on me!”   Dragging my exhausted body back home, I took a long, detailed look at this place where I’d lived for the past seven years. Every corner held memories of Ethan and me—once so beautiful, now stabbing into my heart like a thousand sharp blades. I found a large cardboard box and, unable to sleep, spent the night erasing those remnants of happiness. There were slippers with our “cat and dog” love diary design, the matching couple mugs that fit together, the keychains that sensed each other within ten meters and a whole box of photos and portraits. These were once the only proof of our relationship, especially in those times when I felt insecure. Now, there was no need for any of it. Ethan didn’t come home for half a month. In that time, apart from finishing my design drafts, I nearly cleared out the entire house. I even disposed of the furniture I’d chosen myself, leaving the place as it was when I first moved in—black and white, so minimalist that you could see the entire room in a single glance. The night before I left, I thought I should at least say something to Ethan, so I called him. But every time I dialed, he kept rejecting my calls. After a while, he sent me a message. “If you haven’t realized your mistake and aren’t genuinely ready to apologize to Amanda, then I don’t think there’s any reason for us to speak.” I smiled bitterly. Well, if that’s the case, then we won’t speak. Early the next morning, I headed out with my suitcase for my flight. As I left what was once my warm and cherished home, I felt nothing but overwhelming relief. Just before boarding, my phone buzzed with countless birthday messages. Some wished me great success, some wished me peace and happiness and some wished me a blessed marriage with a wonderful partner. After replying to each one, I turned off my phone. As the plane took off, I thought to myself: I will be happy! With so many blessings, I knew I would be.

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The college student tutor I hired, Amelia, claims she’s the female protagonist of a redemption novel. She’s forcing my husband Lucas to divorce me and marry her instead. She says only by marrying her can Lucas achieve great success and become like the male lead, inheriting billions in assets. After I discovered their affair, I threatened to expose Lucas’s reputation to make them break up. I thought I had saved my marriage, but that was just the beginning of my nightmare. I had stood by him through thick and thin, from having nothing to reaching the peak of his career. Together, we built our own business empire. I thought our hardships were finally over, but in the end, they conspired to lure me abroad where I died without even a complete corpse. Before I died, Lucas gritted his teeth and hissed viciously in my ear: “If you hadn’t stopped me from marrying Amelia, making me waste twenty years, I would’ve become a business tycoon long ago. You cost me so many years, and you still want to enjoy the good life with me? Go to hell!” When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Amelia first told Lucas about “defying fate.” This time, Lucas chose to divorce me without hesitation, and even wanted my son Raymond, whom I raised single-handedly, to accept Amelia as his mother. I don’t want either my husband or my son anymore. They don’t know that I’m actually the real “redemption heroine.” Only those chosen by me can be the true male protagonist. Without me, Lucas is nothing. “Trust me, only I can help you change your fate. I’m the heroine of this redemption story! Marrying me now will save you twenty years of detours.” Amelia looked at Lucas with complete seriousness, gripping his sleeve tightly and refusing to let go. Seeing this familiar scene before me, I realized I had been reborn. Lucas quickly glanced at me, his face showing hesitation. “Dad, I want Amelia to be my mom. She says only by becoming her son can I reach the pinnacle like the male lead in novels. I don’t want to be this ordinary woman’s son and live a mediocre life.” Raymond looked at me with pure hatred, as if I were his greatest enemy. Raymond’s words seemed to convince Lucas, and he stopped pushing Amelia’s hand away. “Lucas, you better think this through. Miss this chance, and you won’t have me anymore.” Amelia winked at him, flashing a triumphant smile. Hearing this, Lucas immediately gripped her hand tightly, then turned to me and said: “Anne, let’s get divorced. A man should prioritize his career. I believe you’ll understand.” I watched the three of them huddled together like a picture-perfect family. I let out a cold laugh: “Fine, we can divorce. But this house and the car you’re driving now are mine. Pack your things and move out tonight, then I’ll sign the papers.” “You’ve got some nerve!” Lucas frowned and shouted at me: “You’re just a woman – you can live anywhere! If you take the house, where will my son and I live?” Afraid he might change his mind, Amelia quickly coaxed him in a low voice. “Lucas, what’s a house and car compared to what’s coming? With me by your side, are you worried about not making money? Don’t let small gains ruin the big picture.” After a moment of silence, Lucas snatched the agreement from Amelia’s hands and threw it in front of me. “Sign it now. We’ll get the divorce certificate tomorrow.” I signed the papers efficiently. Suddenly, Raymond rushed over and grabbed the agreement, flipping through it several times before looking at me with complete disbelief. “You’re not fighting for custody of me?” I was puzzled: “Didn’t you insist on having Amelia as your mom? Why would I fight for you?” “No! That’s not right!” Raymond suddenly screamed like he’d gone mad: “I absolutely refuse to live with an ordinary woman like you, but you can’t just abandon me!” What kind of logic is that? He can insult and humiliate me, but I can’t reject him? When you’re truly speechless, you really do laugh out loud. I burst into laughter, and my son looked terrified, asking frantically: “What… what are you laughing at?” “I’m laughing at how stupid and awful you are, with a brain like a donkey that’s been kicked by other donkeys.”

Lucas and I were both swamped with work and couldn’t keep up with Raymond’s studies, so I hired a tutor named Amelia to help out. Everything seemed normal at first, but one day Amelia mysteriously approached Lucas, claiming she had awakened her memories and insisting she was the female protagonist of a redemption novel who had come to save us. Initially, neither Lucas nor Raymond believed her. After all, Lucas was a straight-laced engineer who knew nothing about romance novels or redemption literature. But Amelia confidently told him that the next day he would get into a car accident due to drunk driving, miss delivering documents to his boss, and end up getting targeted at work. Lucas actually laughed out loud: “Drunk driving? That’s pretty far-fetched. I’m allergic to alcohol and haven’t touched a drop in over ten years. Besides, I’m an excellent driver—never had an accident.” Amelia wasn’t fazed and smiled, saying, “The plot has already been written. None of you can escape fate.” That very night, the hospital called me, saying Lucas had been in a car accident and needed surgery, asking me to rush over and sign the consent forms. It turned out that day, a cafeteria worker at his company had accidentally used brandy instead of cooking wine in the food. Lucas was in a hurry to leave and wolfed down a couple bites without noticing the taste. The alcohol hit him while driving, and he crashed straight into a roadside barrier. After the surgery, Lucas’s attitude toward Amelia completely changed. He stopped arguing against her “script theory” and became utterly devoted to believing every word she said. At first, Raymond would still defend me and make a fuss about kicking Amelia out. But Amelia wasn’t worried—she just used her old tricks again. Within days, Raymond had become her devoted follower, believing in her even more than his father did. Once Amelia had climbed into Lucas’s bed, she started demanding a divorce, declaring that she absolutely had to be the “female protagonist.” The double betrayal by Lucas and Raymond left me completely heartbroken. But I had invested too much in this family to give up easily, so I threatened Lucas with his reputation to make him break up with Amelia. I thought I could save my marriage, but that was just the beginning of the nightmare. I had stood by Lucas through his rise from obscurity to the peak of his career. We built our business empire together, and I thought we could finally enjoy the fruits of our labor. Who knew they would conspire to trick me into going abroad, drain my body of everything valuable, and leave me to die in a mass grave in a foreign land? That’s how my life ended so pathetically. Maybe heaven took pity on me and felt I didn’t deserve to die, giving me a chance to start over. Since Amelia was determined to save this family, I’d let her have her wish. Besides, I wanted to see for myself whether this father and son would completely fall apart once they learned the truth. The divorce went through quickly—I got the divorce certificate the next day. Amelia was overjoyed, turning the little green booklet over and over in her hands, unable to hide the smile on her face. Lucas looked at her with complete adoration, gently stroking her head as he said tenderly, “Are you really that happy? Does having me all to yourself make you this giddy?” Before Lucas could pull his hand back, I heard a sharp crack. Immediately, the smile froze on Lucas’s face as he clutched his arm, grimacing in pain. “Dad, what’s wrong with your hand?” Raymond was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat as he ran over, only to trip and fall flat on his face. I watched coldly as he lay there with his bruised and swollen face, silently taking a step back. Raymond burst into tears, reaching out his hand toward me, but I turned my head away, pretending not to see anything.

“Lucas, what happened to you? How did you dislocate your arm out of nowhere?” Amelia looked at Lucas with concern as he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. The moment she reached out to touch his arm, he let out another agonizing scream. “CRACK!” The loud sound of bones shifting echoed through the lobby. Lucas’s face turned deathly pale, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot. Terrified, Amelia quickly called for an ambulance. Only then did she remember Raymond, who was still sprawled on the floor. She lifted her dress and rushed over, pulling Raymond to his feet. Just as Raymond stood up, a man nearby who had been watching the commotion accidentally spilled his coffee on the floor. Raymond slipped and fell headfirst onto the tile, leaving a pool of blood behind. In the end, the ambulance took both father and son away together. I walked out of the civil affairs office with a smile. The real show was just beginning. During Lucas’s hospital stay, he was constantly getting hurt—cut by a fruit knife, scalded by hot water, and occasionally bonked on the head by mischievous kids who wandered into his room. What should have been a one-week recovery after surgery turned into a month-long hospital stay due to all these random accidents. One time, when Amelia accidentally bumped his wound again and blood seeped through the bandages, Lucas finally lost his patience and kicked her out. Then he called me. “I’ve sent Amelia away. When you come, remember to bring some fruits—buy plenty of fruit. Don’t forget to get a urinal; my injured hand makes it hard to use the bathroom… Also, bring me some clean clothes. The doctor says I need to stay at least another week.” His casual, demanding tone on the other end made me roll my eyes. “We’ve been divorced for a month now.” “I knew you still cared about titles and status.” Lucas let out a cold laugh. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. You definitely can’t bear to get divorced—this is all just your delaying tactic. You’re waiting for me to regret it and come back to you.” He even lowered his voice, pretending to be affectionate. “Now you’re getting what you wanted. Take good care of me, and I’ll naturally give you the ‘status’ you’re after.” I understood all too well—I’d spent the first half of my life doing all kinds of menial work under this so-called “wife status.” I couldn’t be bothered to argue with him and simply replied seriously, “It’s not impossible for me to come over, but this counts as an urgent job, so you’ll need to pay me double the market rate. Transfer the money first.” “What wages?” Lucas was stunned for a moment, then seemed to catch on after a few seconds. “Oh, I get it—you’re testing me again. Women are all like this.” I hung up without wasting any more words on him. Soon enough, I received Lucas’s money transfer. I immediately called a housekeeping company. I specifically requested someone with great strength, a tough attitude, and the most customer complaints—preferably an older woman. The agency was incredibly efficient. Two hours later, they sent me a photo: Vicky, the elderly woman, was already in Lucas’s hospital room. I could see the five-foot-six woman roughly tearing at Lucas’s hospital gown, stripping him completely bare with her hands while scrubbing him harshly with a washcloth. She then grabbed Lucas’s head and forced him to eat durian, his least favorite fruit, scolding him while feeding him: “Didn’t you say to bring plenty of fruit? It’s right at your mouth and you’re still being picky? Acting like a three-year-old! At your age, you should be ashamed of yourself.” Lucas was tormented until his face turned bright red, hunched over the bedside vomiting violently, his breathing accompanied by whimpering sounds. “Hurry up and finish eating, then go to the bathroom. Don’t expect me to serve you if you wake me up in the middle of the night.” Vicky dragged out the bedpan I had asked her to buy from under the bed and yanked down Lucas’s pants. With Lucas naked and surrounded by a crowd of onlookers, he quickly covered his private parts, furious enough to curse. “It’s so small, what’s there to cover? I don’t even want to look. My grandson’s is bigger than yours!” Lucas’s face turned purple with rage as he hastily pulled his pants back up and screamed, “I’m not going! I’d rather die holding it in. Get away from me!” “Can’t pee? Got an infection?” Vicky put on an “I get it” expression and handed him a bottle of medicine. “Drink this medicine. It’s a diuretic, won’t hurt you.” Lucas touched his cracked lips and, not caring about anything else, gulped it down. Before he could take more than two sips, he immediately vomited it all out. “You… what does this medicine taste like? Why does it have a bloody smell?” “That can’t be right.” Vicky took back the medicine and said matter-of-factly, “I specially caught fresh toads and made this with their blood. Patients recover faster drinking this!” Lucas immediately started frantically sticking his fingers down his throat to induce vomiting. “You… ugh… what did you just say? Ugh…” Vicky looked completely indifferent: “Isn’t it just like the bullfrogs you city folks love to eat? What’s there to be disgusted about? Afraid you’ll scam me?” Lucas couldn’t maintain his tough act anymore. He foamed at the mouth and passed out directly, getting wheeled into the gastric lavage room by nurses. After all this commotion, Lucas was like a kite with a broken string, completely sent to the ICU. Vicky performed exceptionally well this time. Besides her salary, I gave her a bonus. Looking at the commission that hit my account, I suddenly felt that being a middleman was incredibly easy money. I was lying in a spa enjoying a massage when the system’s voice, which had been missing for most of Christmas, suddenly rang in my head. “Boss, how can you still be in the mood for this? I woke up and the sky is falling! ” The system shouted in my mind: “This world has collapsed into such a mess, and you can still get massages?” “Oh.” I lazily responded, “What else then? You weren’t there when I was tortured and left to die in the wilderness, but now you show up?” The system, knowing it was in the wrong, softened its voice a bit. “You can’t blame me entirely, right? Last time after you finished your mission, you insisted on staying and wouldn’t leave. I finally got a vacation, who knew a fake would pop up halfway through?” Hearing its slightly aggrieved voice, I almost wanted to laugh. I closed my eyes and recalled everything from my past life. Actually, I was the true female protagonist of this redemption novel. In the original story, I accompanied Lucas from a poor boy to a top-tier CEO, and upon completing the mission, I could claim rewards and return to the system world. But I happened to fall in love with Lucas, becoming one of those most worthless love-brained women. To stay in this world, I gave up all my points and rewards. In the end, my sincere feelings were misplaced, and it took losing my life to see him clearly. As for Amelia, she was just a passerby with bad luck attributes who accidentally awakened to the plot, and even then it was an incomplete “half-finished product” with missing pages. She thought that by kicking me out, she could leech off the protagonist’s luck and become the legitimate female lead. She would never imagine that I was actually the true master of this world. Whoever I choose becomes the male protagonist. Without me, Lucas is destined to have nothing.

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When I was 5 years old that Christmas, I, Sarah Morris, and my sister Alivia Morris got lost together and ended up depending on each other in an orphanage. Later, to pay for Alivia’s education, I dropped out of school and worked as a waitress at a bar to earn money. But thirteen years later, when I brought Alivia home with me, she turned around and stabbed me in the back, claiming I was vain and unwilling to study, willingly degrading myself into a bar hostess, while she was the hardworking, studious good girl who worked her way through school. I couldn’t defend myself and was ultimately abandoned by my family, dying in some unknown corner. And she became the beloved daughter of the Morris family. When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn, back to the day before I dropped out for Alivia’s sake. ***** Alivia said, “Sarah, maybe you shouldn’t drop out of school. If I just tighten my belt and we both take on more part-time jobs, we can grit our teeth and get through this together.” Hearing that familiar voice, I realized I had been reborn to the day before I dropped out for Alivia. At this moment, Alivia was pretending to comfort me while wiping away tears. In my past life, I fell for this act completely, unable to see through her disguise. Hearing her say this only strengthened my resolve to drop out and work. I delivered food during the day and worked as a waitress at a bar at night, exhausting myself to the point of illness. But after she found our parents, she claimed I was vain and unwilling to study, willingly degrading myself into a bar hostess, while she was the hardworking college student who wasn’t afraid of suffering. Under her manipulation, the whole family grew to despise me. My mother Arya Morris, who once loved me dearly, now looked at me with disgust, as if I were something filthy. My father Derek Morris, who once treasured me, repeatedly ordered security to throw me out. My brother Luke Morris, who promised to protect me, wouldn’t even look at me because he heard I might have some disease. But when it came to Alivia, they gathered around her with concern, carefully holding her hands, their eyes red with tears as they felt sorry for her suffering, wanting to give her everything to make up for it. Just like that, Alivia, who had grown up with me, became the Morris family’s only daughter, receiving love I had never imagined possible. And I was ruthlessly abandoned. Alivia wore beautiful dresses, looking down at me like a little princess from her high perch, her eyes hiding a barely detectable smugness as she clung to Arya and whined, “Mom, it’s my fault for not stopping Sarah from going astray. Please don’t make her leave, okay? How about letting her stay in the maid’s quarters?” And my mother, whom I had missed for so many years, said coldly, “Giving her a place to stay is already more than generous. The Morris family doesn’t have such a lowly daughter.” I cried and shook my head, explaining desperately, “Dad, Mom, I really didn’t! I was just working to pay for Alivia’s education!” But Alivia produced so-called “hostess” photos that left me speechless. Later, to get closer to Derek and Arya, I foolishly believed Alivia’s suggestion and willingly moved into the dark, sunless maid’s quarters. When Alivia wore designer dresses and enjoyed premium coffee with her friends at upscale restaurants, I wore tattered servant clothes, buried in endless dirty work. When Alivia dined at Michelin-starred restaurants, I dragged my exhausted body to crouch in corners, eating their leftover food from the day before. When Alivia slept in the princess room our parents had carefully decorated, I squeezed into the cold, damp basement maid’s quarters with other servants, never getting a peaceful night’s sleep. Even so, I still hoped every day that my parents would have a change of heart and love me the way they loved Alivia. Until the day I had a high fever, when the four of them were laughing and chatting happily in the villa’s living room while I lay in the cold, cramped room, burning with fever and trembling. “Dad, Mom, Luke, I feel terrible!” I squeezed out a cry for help with my last bit of strength, but they acted as if they couldn’t hear me. Only Alivia heard, glanced at me from the doorway, muttered “how unlucky,” and walked away. In the end, I died silently in the corner of the maid’s quarters. After death, I became a wandering spirit. I watched my parents coldly arrange for servants to take my body away without even a final glance. I also saw Alivia marry Dylan Walsh, who was supposed to be engaged to me. The two of them were blissfully happy, my parents cried tears of joy, and their grand wedding was like a fairy tale. Only then did I understand that when Alivia was first brought back home, she had already seduced Dylan, the youngest son of the wealthy Walsh family. Dylan had been arranged by his grandfather Robert Walsh to be engaged to me early on, and I became their biggest obstacle. So Dylan and Alivia worked together, using photos of me working at the bar to have people spread rumors about me everywhere. After I struggled to return home, everyone labeled me a “bar hostess”! Fortunately, I was reborn. Alivia, this time, you need to pay back what you owe me. You should taste despair too. I looked at the hypocritical Alivia and gave her a relieved smile. “Alivia, you’ve really grown up and learned to share my burdens. It’s settled then—we’ll work together, and I’m sure we can earn enough for living expenses.” As soon as I finished speaking, Alivia’s expression changed, and she quickly added, “Sarah, but this… I’ll be so exhausted having to go to school and work at the same time, and this little money won’t be nearly enough!” I sneered inwardly but maintained a gentle expression on my face, saying softly, “It’s okay. If I study hard now, I’ll be able to earn more money to support you in the future.” I added jokingly, “You wouldn’t really want me to drop out of school and work to support you, would you? I’m sure you couldn’t bear that.” Sure enough, Alivia’s face turned bright red, and she was momentarily speechless, unable to find a rebuttal. She could only reluctantly agree. And so, I threw myself back into my sophomore studies, working hard and preparing for the SAT. In this life, without my constant financial support, let’s see how long she can last. As expected, three days later, Alivia came looking for me. “Sarah, I’m really too tired. I didn’t go to work today. You’ve been working at that beverage shop and must have earned quite a bit, right? Could you give me some living expenses?” Alivia said with a pitiful expression. This scenario was completely within my expectations. After all, how could my pampered little sister possibly endure such hardship? You have to understand that in my previous life, even without any financial pressure, I had to coax and plead with her every day just to get her to go to school, and she barely managed to get into college. “Alivia, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, it’s just that the money I earn from my part-time job is only enough for my three meals a day. It’s all my fault for being so useless.” I also teared up, mimicking her behavior and started crying. Alivia bit her lip as she looked at me, believing every word. In her eyes, how could her foolish sister, who had always given her everything, possibly lie to her? Later, she tried asking me for money several more times, but I cleverly deflected each attempt. What I didn’t expect was that she actually went to work cleaning the cafeteria. Had she really changed? I was skeptical. For several consecutive days, she behaved herself, which actually made me suspicious. Until one day after school, I saw her crouching in a corner of the cafeteria crying, with one of our school’s wealthy students—Daniel Stewart—patiently comforting her. Only then did it dawn on me that she had ulterior motives. Putting on an act of working to pay for school and looking pitiful to gain others’ sympathy and affection—this was exactly Alivia’s specialty.

Sure enough, it wasn’t long before Alivia successfully became Daniel’s girlfriend. The pocket money Daniel casually gave her was enough to keep Alivia living comfortably without any worries. I watched as her clothing, food, and lifestyle became increasingly luxurious, yet I continued to act as if I knew nothing about it. Naturally, this couple had no interest in studying and spent their days living it up. They frequented various clubs and nightspots every evening. Alivia gradually started staying out all night, always appearing drowsy during daytime classes. I observed coldly from the sidelines, too lazy to care, focusing solely on studying with desperate intensity. While they squandered their youth in the glittering nightlife, I buried myself in books day and night on a shoestring budget, sleeping less than five hours each day. Every day I wore my faded school uniform, either working part-time jobs to earn money or studying with my head buried in books. Finally, through my relentless efforts, I achieved second place citywide on the exams. At this point, Alivia began deliberately showing off her boyfriend to me. She said, “Sarah, the money you earn from your part-time jobs definitely isn’t enough, right? Want me to have Daniel lend you some money? I think all this studying you do every day is pretty useless anyway—college graduates are everywhere these days!” I sneered inwardly: “She’s truly foolish, only knowing how to depend on men. What good ending could she possibly expect?” Probably emboldened by having Daniel’s backing, Alivia gradually revealed her true nature. She became a complete campus bully. Her followers locked several classmates who had gossiped about her in the bathroom for an entire night, forbidding anyone from letting them out. They even stripped a girl who had merely spoken a few words to Daniel, tied her up on the playground for everyone to gawk at, and labeled her a “homewrecker.” Meanwhile, Alivia herself stood at a distance, laughing as she said, “Why are you guys playing pranks on classmates again?” Finally, after several such vicious incidents occurred in succession, with my covert encouragement, several victim classmates anonymously reported to the school and contacted the media. Ultimately, the school expelled the now-notorious Alivia. From then on, she completely let herself go, indulging in a life of debauchery and luxury. And there were less than ten days left until the date when Alivia and I would be reunited with the Morris family in my previous life.

The SAT exam was over. Walking out of the testing center, the post-rain sunlight bathed my face, and I felt an unprecedented sense of security and satisfaction from deep within. Just like in my previous life, within a few days, we received the paternity test results delivered by the Morris family’s representatives and were brought back to the Morris estate. The moment I saw my parents, I perfectly feigned an expression of surprise and excitement. “Dad, Mom! I…” I choked up, unable to speak, tears streaming down uncontrollably as I threw myself into their embrace. However, when they learned that Alivia had become a rebellious dropout who spent her days hanging around nightclubs and living aimlessly, the smiles gradually faded from their faces. “Mom, Dad, Alivia has a bad reputation at school. She used to bully others and even made the news. If you reveal her identity now, wouldn’t that just subject her to more criticism?” I whispered softly in their ears. “Why don’t we wait until this whole thing blows over and let Alivia reflect on her mistakes and reform herself before bringing her back home?” I added gently. My parents and Luke fell into a brief silence. After a moment, they exchanged glances and said, “Alivia, you should stay outside for now. We don’t think you’re ready to come home yet.” Alivia, who had been basking in the joy of being acknowledged by her family, was instantly stunned by these words. She looked exactly like me in my previous life, desperately pleading with them to take her home too, only to be met with their impatient rejection and mockery. “Alivia, the way you are now, what could you possibly do at home? Make the Morris family the laughingstock of our social circle?” Luke said coldly, his eyes filled with disgust. Alivia stood to the side, clenching her fists tightly, tears falling continuously. And where they couldn’t see, I revealed a meaningful smile. I thought to myself: “Alivia, in this lifetime, let’s switch roles. This time, you’re the one not accepted by the family. How does it feel?”

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I’m Clara Lewis, and I’ve been happily married to my husband Easton Wallace for ten years. The only regret is that Easton suffers from azoospermia, so we’ve never been able to have children. However, on our tenth wedding anniversary, our housekeeper Dianne Ward suddenly claimed she was pregnant with Easton’s child. At first, I thought she was joking. But two days later, Dianne presented us with paternity test results. The report showed that the fetus in her womb was indeed Easton’s biological child. Subsequently, Dianne took us to court. On the day of the trial, she faced the media outside the courthouse, tearfully recounting how Easton had sexually assaulted her, and accused us of being a perverted couple who had kept her confined at home as a breeding tool. Easton and I were left speechless, instantly labeled as “demon employers” by netizens. The school fired Easton under pressure, and students were ashamed of him. I was also fired from my company that same day. Eventually, unable to bear the pressure, Easton committed suicide in prison. I became a despised existence, stalked, insulted, and even attacked by online users. On the verge of a mental breakdown, I wandered into traffic and died on the street. Even in death, I couldn’t understand why Dianne would be pregnant with the child of Easton, who suffered from azoospermia. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself reborn to the day before Dianne claimed to be pregnant. ***** “Mrs. Wallace, tomorrow is your tenth wedding anniversary with Mr. Wallace. Are you planning to celebrate at home or go out?” A familiar voice rang in my ears, and I suddenly opened my eyes! Before me was a plain face I knew all too well. Dianne was bending over, looking at me with a smile. My heart raced violently, as if someone was pounding my chest with drumsticks. I took a deep breath, trying to calm my excitement, and forced the corners of my mouth into a strained smile. “Let’s go out for dinner tomorrow. You won’t need to worry about anything.” Dianne seemed quite satisfied with this response. “Mrs. Wallace, then I’ll go organize the walk-in closet.” I nodded, watching her figure leave, lost in thought. Only now did I truly confirm that I had been reborn! Recalling Dianne’s words and checking the date on my phone – May 17th. This was the last peaceful day of my previous life. I immediately logged into my social media account. I only had a few dozen followers and barely any comments. It looked like just an ordinary account. But I knew that if things followed the same trajectory as my previous life, by this time tomorrow, my social media account would become a battlefield of cyberbullying. [Demon employer! How can such a person be a professor? She should be dragged out and shot!] [The man’s a rapist, and the woman’s no good either – trash! Go die!] [You damn thing, disgrace to women, if I were you I’d commit suicide right now to atone!] [Are you really that despicable? You can’t have children yourself, so you harm other women – are you even human?] These words cut through me like sharp knives, leaving me wounded all over. Thinking of this, I immediately deleted all content from my account and deactivated it. But then I thought again – what could this change? What was meant to come would still come. Even though I’d been reborn, tomorrow Dianne would still publicly accuse Easton of rape online. And the child in her belly – whose was it really?

No matter what, since fate has given me a chance to live again, I absolutely cannot let the tragedy of my previous life repeat itself. I returned to the bedroom and began ordering home micro-surveillance equipment online. In my past life, when Dianne came to our house as a tutor, I had suggested installing cameras, but Easton always felt that would be disrespectful. Looking back now, it was precisely because of our kindness and trust that we fell step by step into Dianne’s carefully designed trap. After I had arranged everything that needed to be prepared, that question which had puzzled me until my death in my previous life surfaced in my mind again: How could the child in Dianne’s womb possibly be Easton’s? After Easton and I got married, we had been actively trying to conceive, but never succeeded. Only after going to the hospital for tests did we learn that Easton suffered from azoospermia. The doctor was very clear – Easton simply could not conceive naturally, and even the success rate of IVF was extremely slim. Easton felt deeply guilty about this and even proposed divorcing me. But our relationship over the years had always been stable – we had never even had a fight – so I refused his proposal for divorce. After all, life is long, and it’s our spouse who accompanies us, not children. So when Dianne initially made her accusations online, I didn’t take it to heart. Easton felt the same way – he considered himself upright and even comforted me not to be angry. We both thought Dianne was just trying to extort money. Who knew she would swear that the child in her belly was Easton’s, and even had a paternity test done. When the results came out, we were stunned. The report showed that the child’s biological father was indeed Easton! With such concrete evidence before us, the police came directly to our door and took Easton away in full view of everyone. Subsequently, Dianne took Easton to court. On the day of the trial, Dianne brought dozens of media reporters and influencer bloggers to the scene. The judge ultimately ruled that Easton was guilty of rape and sentenced him to seven years in prison. After the verdict, Dianne stood at the courthouse entrance and wept bitterly in front of the cameras: “I’ve always believed that bad people can’t escape the law’s punishment. Thank you all for your support – I will definitely live on strong!” Not only that, she also played the victim extensively in front of the media, tearfully telling reporters that we were a perverted couple who not only used her as a breeding tool but also beat her and kept her confined at home. Easton was speechless and sentenced to prison. And I, as his supposed “accomplice,” couldn’t escape the online harassment either. I received death threats every day. Easton was expelled from the school and overnight became a scumbag despised by everyone. Students were even ashamed to have been his students. And I was fired by my company on the day of the court verdict, and the house we had lived in for ten years was also forced to be compensated to Dianne. In the end, I met my tragic end – dying on the street with no one to save me. Now, recalling the pain and despair of my final moments in my previous life, I still tremble all over, as if falling into an ice cellar. Sometimes I even wondered if Dianne had stolen condoms that Easton had used to do IVF? But that couldn’t possibly succeed either! Because even the doctor said that Easton had azoospermia, and even attempting IVF was almost impossible. Moreover, over these years, it wasn’t like we hadn’t tried, but we failed every time. At dinner, Dianne was busy in the kitchen. I carefully observed this middle-aged woman who had gained weight. Even if she was pregnant, there were no visible signs. Today Easton was away on a business trip attending an academic conference and didn’t come home. Taking advantage of no one being home, I contacted a highly reputable private investigator online and commissioned him to thoroughly investigate Dianne’s background. For the upcoming battle, I need to gather all evidence that would be favorable to me.

The cameras were installed overnight, providing complete coverage of the entire house except for the bathroom and my bedroom. The private investigator was highly efficient, promising to uncover Dianne’s background within a week. And so, I lay in bed restlessly, anxiously awaiting the arrival of May 18th—the day that had brought me to complete ruin in my previous life. I didn’t sleep a wink. When I got up in the morning, my reflection showed deep dark circles under my eyes. Dianne wasn’t a live-in housekeeper; she usually arrived at the house around nine in the morning. In my previous life, I had left early that morning to pick up Easton from the airport. This time, I still followed the same trajectory, but made sure to call Dianne before leaving. I said, “Dianne, we won’t be home all day today. You don’t need to prepare lunch or dinner—just clean the house.” Her voice on the other end was gentle and polite, completely different from the cold woman I’d seen outside the courthouse. I had Easton go straight to school after getting off the plane instead of coming home. I didn’t go to the airport to pick him up either, but walked straight into a coffee shop instead. After settling into a corner seat, I pulled out my tablet and connected to the home surveillance system. Today was my only chance to catch Dianne in the act, and I couldn’t afford to let my guard down for even a second. Dianne arrived home punctually at nine o’clock and began cleaning as usual. Everything seemed normal until noon. Just as I was beginning to feel disappointed, Dianne in the surveillance footage suddenly strutted boldly into my bedroom. When she emerged again, she was wearing my silk nightgown, with my jewelry adorning her neck and hands. She sat on the sofa, elegantly lifting a wine glass, looking every bit like the lady of the house. Then the doorbell rang! Dianne calmly got up and went to answer the door. A young girl walked in. When I saw her face clearly, I nearly dropped my coffee cup. It was Emily Adams—the student Easton was most proud of. At this moment, Emily, whom Easton described as hardworking and reliable, was intimately embracing Dianne. She said, “Mom, dressed like this, you really do look like a wealthy lady.” Dianne pulled Emily down to sit on the sofa with her. Emily noticed the wine and frowned. “Mom, why are you still drinking wine? If someone finds out, they’ll question your pregnancy.” “What are you worried about? The baby won’t be born anyway. Once we do the paternity test, our mission will be complete.” With that, Dianne took another sip of wine and poured a glass for Emily as well. She said, “Emily, after today, we’ll have nothing but good days ahead. This house will be ours sooner or later.” Emily looked around, a flash of greed in her eyes. “Hmph, we’ve been planning this for so long, weren’t we just waiting for this day? Mom, post online this afternoon as planned. I’ve already bought the accounts—I guarantee that by tomorrow, they’ll both be completely ruined!” Dianne smiled even more happily, gently stroking her belly. “You’re really something, coming up with such a brilliant plan. Now, no matter how Mr. Wallace tries to explain, no one will believe him.” “Mom, you still need to be careful. Remember, after the paternity test, you must immediately go and get rid of this… otherwise, we’ll both…” Emily leaned close to Dianne’s ear, lowering her voice. Could this be the truth behind Dianne’s pregnancy? I quickly turned up the volume on my earphones, trying to catch more details. Dianne patted Emily’s shoulder, looking confident. “Don’t worry, I’m being very careful and won’t leave any traces. As soon as the test results come out, I’ll go and get rid of what I planted…”

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