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After my first love passed away, I developed severe depression and attempted suicide, only to be saved by New York’s most rebellious rich heir. He reined in all his bad temper for me, stayed by my side through five Christmases, and helped me emerge from the darkness. However, just before our one-year anniversary, I discovered his terminal cancer diagnosis. When I went to find him, I overheard him telling a friend: “Adeline has always kept me at arm’s length. I feel like I’m just a stand-in. If she would kill herself for me, then I’d believe she’s truly moved on from the past. So I’m planning to fake my death to test her—that’s not crossing the line, is it?” So I beat him to it and staged my own death, “dying” right in front of him. Later, I heard that the Maxwell family heir had completely lost his mind. He jumped into the ocean and nearly drowned, but never found the girlfriend who had died for him.

Before our engagement, I, Natalia Garrett, received a gift from my boyfriend’s first love, Bella Oliver. It was a video recording. In the footage, Dylan Scott, who was always gentle and refined, seemed like a completely different person—his expression cold yet excited, his behavior deliberately flamboyant. She looked at me smugly: “Do you really think he loves you? He told me long ago that you’re utterly boring. Throughout all these years you’ve been together, he comes to see me every week.”

After my rebirth, the first thing I did was grab a baseball bat and swing it at my fake paralyzed adoptive parents, Julian and Mary Thornton. In my previous life, after Julian and Mary suddenly became “paralyzed,” the responsibility of caring for my younger brother Jacob Thornton fell entirely on my shoulders. To support them, I was forced to drop out of school. Later, I worked three jobs simultaneously, desperately raising my brother until he got into MIT. Later, I worked three jobs simultaneously, desperately raising my brother until he got into MIT. I returned to my hometown to share this good news with Julian and Mary. But the moment I walked through the door, I saw the “paralyzed” Julian and Mary standing perfectly fine, embracing a girl who looked exactly like me, calling her “my daughter” with faces full of affection. I couldn’t believe it. I approached them to demand an explanation, only to be pushed to the ground with disgust written all over their faces. They mocked me without any attempt to hide their contempt, and that’s when I finally understood—I was the switched daughter of a wealthy family, having had my identity swapped with their biological daughter since childhood. “If we hadn’t needed you to support Jacob, we would’ve thrown you out on the streets long ago. Now that Jacob’s gotten into college, you’re worthless. Get lost.” At Mary’s command, bodyguards swarmed me, pinning me to the ground. And my brother, whom I had protected since childhood, just stood there coldly, watching me get beaten to death without a trace of pity in his eyes. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Julian and Mary announced their paralysis. ***** “Oh, Julian, you two are so unfortunate. Your youngest son is still so small, and now you’ve both collapsed. Trudy, you need to be more sensible from now on. Your family’s Jacob still needs your care. This household depends entirely on you now.” The neighbors offered their concerns—some genuine, others just watching the drama unfold—giving me these instructions. I looked at Julian and Mary in their wheelchairs again, my heart filled with indescribable complexity. For a moment, I felt dazed—I really had been given a second chance at life. In my previous life, when I came home from school, the house was already packed with people. The mayor stood among the crowd, his face grave as he told me that Julian and Mary had been in an accident at the construction site, struck by falling steel beams and both completely paralyzed. I fainted on the spot from crying. When I woke up, Julian and Mary had already been wheeled into the house, sitting in wheelchairs. Jacob was still young and too frightened to say a word. I tried to balance school with caring for three people, but it was impossible to keep up, so I eventually had to drop out. Later, when Jacob grew older, he needed to attend high school in the city center. I worked during the day and stayed with Jacob in a small apartment in the city at night, cooking and doing laundry for him daily, while also hiring caregivers for Julian and Mary. My efforts weren’t in vain—Jacob eventually got into MIT. That Christmas, as soon as I received the notification, I immediately bought a ticket home, wanting to tell Julian and Mary the news in person. But the moment I walked through the front door, I saw Julian and Mary, who had been paralyzed for over a decade, standing there full of life, holding a girl who looked exactly like me. Where was even a trace of illness on their faces? Meanwhile, I looked like an old woman, haggard from years of malnutrition. I couldn’t help but tremble as I approached them for an explanation, but they coldly pushed me to the ground. “You were born a pitiful wretch. Lucky for you that you somewhat resemble Emma. Might as well tell you now—your real father is the New York tycoon Cassian Winslow, but now he’s Emma’s father. If we hadn’t needed you to put Jacob through school, we would’ve left you on the streets long ago. Now that you’re useless, it’s time for you to leave so Emma can enjoy life.” That’s when I finally understood—I wasn’t their child. They had faked their paralysis because they didn’t want to raise me, this burden, while still having me raise Jacob. And Jacob just stood there expressionlessly, watching me get beaten to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Julian and Mary announced their paralysis. Watching Julian and Mary still pretending to be unconscious in their wheelchairs, I suppressed my rage until all the neighbors had left, then grabbed the baseball bat from the corner and walked toward them. They wanted to fake paralysis? Well, let’s see if they could keep up the act! The hatred in my heart blazed like wildfire. Why should they get to live comfortably while I had to fight tooth and nail to support this family? I gritted my teeth, rolled up their pant legs, and brought the bat down hard.

Seeing the solid muscles on their calves, I suddenly burst out laughing. My laughter drew back the villagers who hadn’t gone far yet. Everyone crowded closer, and when they saw Julian and Mary’s legs, several uncles were also stunned. The caregiver had been watching the commotion outside, but now came in and saw this mess, her face twisted with anger. My head was buzzing, my heart filled with shock. It seemed Julian and Mary had really gone all out to fake their paralysis. When I struck them with that stick, they didn’t make a sound, but their leg muscles couldn’t stop trembling. I sneered coldly – they must have nearly bitten through their teeth. The caregiver came up and shoved me. “Trudy, you actually hit your own parents? You’re so ungrateful! If it weren’t for them trying to get more compensation to make your lives better, would they suffer like this? And you hit them so hard!” Once the caregiver said this, the villagers’ gazes shifted from Julian and Mary’s legs to me, studying me meaningfully. But I just sat down on the ground and cried my heart out. “Ma’am, I just couldn’t accept it for a moment, so I wanted to test if they still had any feeling. I couldn’t believe they were really paralyzed, and Jacob is still so young. Also, I heard Mom and Dad got hurt at a construction site, but when I just looked at their legs, how come there’s not a single injury?” “That’s right, Julian’s legs look healthier than mine, and that muscle was still twitching just now,” a relative said. The caregiver was left speechless by my questions, and after a long while, she finally managed to squeeze out a sentence. “Would your parents lie to you about being paralyzed? You hit them so hard, and they didn’t even react. Their legs just look fine on the surface, but they actually can’t stand up anymore.” “Really?” I stared at the caregiver with a face full of doubt. She thought she had fooled me and quickly urged me to go take care of Jacob. But I stood in front of her without moving, deliberately acting naive. “Since Mom and Dad got hurt at the construction site, shouldn’t the site pay compensation?” The caregiver froze – Julian and Mary hadn’t taught her how to cover this lie. Actually, I knew perfectly well they were all faking it. I just couldn’t swallow this injustice. Did they think they could live comfortably for the rest of their lives by faking paralysis, dumping all the trouble on me? Just take a few beatings and enjoy the final victory? I stared coldly at this caregiver who knew the truth. “It’s not that the construction site doesn’t want to pay, is it? Tell me where the site is, I’ll go find them tomorrow. If they try to dodge payment, I’ll livestream and expose them online.” The caregiver broke out in a sweat. She probably never expected that the “good girl” Julian and Mary described could stay so calm in the face of crisis and keep pressing about money. She had no choice but to push me back to my room to sleep while repeatedly promising to take me to the construction site the next day. Once the door closed, I could still hear Julian and Mary cursing in low voices. I couldn’t help but sneer, thinking: “Think you can dump everything on me without paying up? No way! No money, no deal – don’t expect me to clean up this mess.” The next day, before dawn, the caregiver knocked on my door. She handed me a stack of cash – the so-called compensation. “Ten thousand dollars. The site supervisor already ran off, this is what I fought tooth and nail to get.” I “gratefully” accepted the money. I could tell they were eager to get rid of Jacob and me – they even gave the money readily. After all, they’d soon reunite with Emma Winslow and enjoy their real daughter’s good fortune. Emma was now the daughter of a top billionaire. Just her casual handouts would be enough for them to live comfortably for life. To work in the city, I had opened my own independent bank account. The caregiver didn’t suspect a thing. With my own account, I started packing up everything valuable in the house. In my previous life, when I went to the city for Jacob’s education, I couldn’t bear to let that vegetable plot go to waste, always feeling it was Julian and Mary’s hard work. This time I rented it out directly, and all the rental income went into my pocket. Mary’s jewelry – I sold it all for cash. After all, she was stuck in a wheelchair now, no matter how much jewelry she had, she couldn’t wear it. The house got emptier as I cleaned it out, while my wallet got fatter and fatter. When I’d pretty much cleared out everything valuable, I took Jacob, still in swaddling clothes, into the city. Looking at Jacob in my arms, who knew nothing, I laughed coldly. Julian and Mary had schemed for so many years, dumping Jacob on me to raise. How could I disappoint them? I would definitely send them a big gift.

Sixteen years had passed since that Christmas, gone in what felt like the blink of an eye. Throughout those sixteen years, I’d poured everything I had into raising my brother. Since I never hesitated to spend money on him, he consistently ranked first in his grade at school. When the college admission results came out, just as I’d expected, his performance was even better than in his previous life—he claimed the top spot in the entire city. The day the results were announced, reporters swarmed our front door. Watching my brother’s confident demeanor on the news filled my face with smiles and pride. All my sacrifices had been for this moment—to make those deadbeat parents Julian and Mary so restless they’d have to come crawling back themselves. I was certain that people like them, who only wanted to freeload, would never pass up an opportunity to bask in the spotlight. Sure enough, at my brother’s graduation celebration, while everyone was showering me with praise, the hotel doors suddenly burst open. I stood up at the commotion, only to see Julian and Mary—who should have been completely paralyzed—strutting in bold as brass. “How could we, as parents, miss such an important moment in our Jacob’s life?” I suppressed my laughter and frowned at the caregiver who’d been looking after them. The caregiver withered under my stare, keeping her head down in silence. Seeing the two of them stride in with such vigor, many villagers were stunned. After all, for the past sixteen years, they’d been pretending to be paralyzed in wheelchairs. Ignoring everyone’s stares, they walked up to me, shoved me aside, and pulled my brother into their arms. Julian looked deeply moved, his eyes welling up as he patted my brother’s head. “Jacob, I’m your father!” My brother frowned in disgust, quickly dodging away and grabbing my arm instead. His eyes were full of revulsion. “Trudy, who is this guy? How can he just walk up and claim to be my dad? I don’t know him!” Watching Julian and Mary’s embarrassed expressions, I couldn’t help but serve my brother some food. Seeing my brother’s cold reception, Julian couldn’t save face. He angrily shouted at me, “Trudy! Did you teach him this? You’re the one who taught Jacob not to recognize his parents! He was so well-behaved as a child—how did he turn out like this?” Mary also looked ready to cry, starting to beat her own chest. “You little vixen! You’ve been jealous that your brother’s a boy since childhood, and now you’re turning Jacob against us!” Their shamelessness made me laugh with anger. After all these years of never raising my brother for even a single day, what right did they have to expect his recognition? I said nothing, but Julian felt challenged and charged at me, ready to kick. He’d barely taken a step when a man much taller than him blocked his path. Julian looked up dismissively, but his expression changed the moment he saw who it was. “Mr. Winslow, what brings you here?” Cassian Winslow spoke calmly, “I don’t recall inviting you.” His voice carried an intimidating weight. Julian immediately deflated. The reporters who’d been interviewing my brother instantly swarmed toward Cassian. “Mr. Winslow, you’ve topped the wealth rankings again this month. Could we get an interview?” Cassian coldly toyed with the ring on his finger, ignoring everyone until the crowd gradually quieted down. Only then did he turn to look at us, his tone becoming much gentler. Having lost face in public, Julian forgot about his job and directly confronted Cassian. “Mr. Winslow, even if I’m your driver now, surely my son’s graduation celebration isn’t your business to manage?” Julian smiled smugly. “Mr. Winslow, my Jacob ranked first in the entire city!” Cassian chuckled at this, his tone unreadable. “Your Jacob?” Hearing this, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Julian still naively believed that my brother standing beside me was his son. In my previous life, he’d refused to acknowledge me even unto death—how could I possibly continue being his cash cow? They’d always assumed I’d work like a pack mule for Jacob’s sake. How naive! I’d waited sixteen years just to watch them make fools of themselves today! Looking at Julian’s chubby, smiling face, I seized the moment to explain, “Actually… he’s not your Jacob. He’s just my brother.” Julian snorted coldly, “Jacob is my only son—what’s wrong with that? You’re not even his real sister.”

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After missing her period for three consecutive months, Celeste Waverly harbored secret hopes and went to the hospital for an ultrasound. The doctor stared at the test results for a long time before looking up with shock written all over his face. “Ms. Waverly, you don’t have a uterus at all!” Celeste’s first reaction was denial: “How is that possible? My periods were always regular before—it’s just that they suddenly stopped these past three months.” The doctor checked her medical records on the computer again, then told her: “Three months ago, you underwent a hysterectomy.” Celeste shook her head on the spot, her face full of confusion: “That’s not right. Three months ago I only had an appendectomy!” “The surgical records are very clear—it was a hysterectomy, and your husband’s name is signed on the consent form.” Unwilling to accept this, Celeste asked the doctor to retrieve that consent form. [Patient: Celeste Waverly, Surgery Type: Hysterectomy] [Patient: Celeste Waverly, Surgery Type: Hysterectomy] In the family member signature section, Dominic’s messy signature was instantly recognizable. This was definitely his handwriting. While Celeste was still reeling from the shock, the doctor suddenly discovered something else on the computer. “Your husband is Dominic Finch, right?” “Yes.” “He was just here earlier accompanying another young woman for a prenatal checkup. The pregnant woman is named Lilian Galloway—do you know her?” “He was just here earlier accompanying another young woman for a prenatal checkup. The pregnant woman is named Lilian Galloway—do you know her?” Of course she knew her. A year before Christmas, Dominic had been in a car accident, and Lilian had saved him. ***** Celeste couldn’t say how she managed to leave the hospital. While crossing the street, she nearly got hit by a car, startling the driver into slamming on the brakes. She was stunned for a moment too. But her mind was in complete chaos—she couldn’t make sense of anything. She and Dominic had been together since high school, from their student days to the wedding altar—fifteen whole years by each other’s side. Everyone around them knew that Dominic spoiled Celeste beyond measure. Even the second before that car accident happened, he had instinctively pushed Celeste away, while he himself tumbled down the mountainside with his car. And Lilian was the person who had saved him at the bottom of the mountain. After the accident, Dominic lost his memory, and Lilian took him in and cared for him for six whole months. After six months, his memory returned, and he rushed back to Celeste’s side immediately. He still loved her just like before. The first time he saw her again, he couldn’t wait to pull her into his arms, his eyes reddening: “Celeste, I thought I’d never see you again in this lifetime.” Celeste had always been grateful and nearly knelt down to thank Lilian for taking care of him during that time. She decided to have Dominic give Lilian five million dollars as repayment, and she even bought several apartments in downtown New York for Lilian’s family. She had once asked Dominic: “During the time you lost your memory, were you with Lilian?” Dominic had only held her gently, kissing her softly: “That’s all in the past. Now you’re the only one in my heart.” Celeste had been skeptical at first. Until one day, Dominic sent Lilian’s entire family abroad. After that, he even went to a tattoo parlor and had “Celeste’s Only” tattooed over his heart. He was severely allergic to tattoo ink and ran a high fever that wouldn’t break that night. Even while unconscious, he held Celeste’s hand tightly, comforting her in a hoarse whisper: “I’m fine. I just wanted to give you a sense of security. If I ever lose my memory again, I’ll know I have a wife just by seeing this tattoo. My wife’s name is Celeste, and I truly love her.” Celeste cried uncontrollably and finally chose to believe him. At every gathering or business dinner, Dominic would bring Celeste along. His buddies always teased him: “Dominic, you’re way too clingy with your wife. You can’t even go a day without seeing her—you have to bring her everywhere.” Dominic would always look proud: “That’s because you’re all jealous that I married such a wonderful wife.” Three months ago, they started trying for a baby. One night, Celeste suddenly had stomach pain, and Dominic rushed her to the hospital in a panic, saying she had acute appendicitis and needed an appendectomy. Celeste didn’t suspect anything. After watching Dominic sign the surgical consent form, she was wheeled into the operating room. Who would have known that what they removed wasn’t her appendix, but her uterus… By the time she got home, it was already dark. As soon as she pushed the door open, she heard Dominic on the phone. “Alright, I’ll come stay with you and the baby tonight. Don’t worry, Celeste’s uterus has been removed—she can never get pregnant again. No one can threaten our child’s position. I’ve already given her my love and the status of Mrs. Finch, so you’ll just have to be patient for now. Once the baby is born, I’ll handle the adoption paperwork and bring the child home. Don’t worry, Celeste is kind-hearted—she’ll definitely take good care of the child. She’ll never know the truth.” Celeste stood frozen at the doorway, feeling like she’d fallen into an ice cellar. So he had never forgotten Lilian at all. He wanted to make it up to Lilian, so he got her pregnant; and to put his own mind at ease, he actually schemed to make Celeste lose her uterus. Celeste still fantasized that maybe the doctor had made a mistake, or perhaps there were just people in the world who happened to share the same names—Dominic Finch and Lilian Galloway. But all fantasies ultimately crumble under reality’s hammer. Since their past love had been completely exhausted, she didn’t want to continue this charade with Dominic anymore. Celeste turned around and hailed a cab to leave home… The staff member at the police station’s records department carefully verified her documents. The clerk asked seriously, “Ms. Celeste Waverly, are you certain you want to change your name to Hazel Sherwood?” Celeste nodded in confirmation: “Yes.” The staff member asked again, “What’s your reason for changing your name?” Celeste replied nonchalantly, “I just don’t like how my original name sounds. I want to change it, that’s all.” In America, adults don’t need family consent to change their names. The staff member worked quickly, and within moments had completed the paperwork, telling her: “Your new name will officially take effect in seven business days.” Celeste thanked him politely: “Thank you.” As soon as Celeste stepped out of the records department, she ran straight into Dominic, who was rushing toward her. Dominic grabbed her in his arms, his face full of panic as he demanded: “Celeste, where did you go? I couldn’t reach you on your phone! I was going crazy!” Several police officers followed behind him. One of the officers laughed and teased Dominic: “Alright, you finally found your wife. Now you can relax, right?” Another officer said directly to Celeste: “Your husband was really worried about you. The moment you disappeared, he went crazy. Our entire police force was out looking for you. Thank goodness the surveillance cameras caught you going to the records office.” Dominic asked her nervously: “Celeste, what were you doing at the records office?” Celeste replied calmly: “Nothing much, just updating some of my information.” The officer added: “When we were checking the surveillance footage, we also saw you went to the hospital. Are you feeling unwell somewhere?” Celeste looked up at this man who always treated her like his lifeline. Why could Dominic be so worried about her, yet still have an affair with Lilian behind her back? Was it because of that life-saving grace, so he had to repay it with his body? Or perhaps, during that time, Dominic truly fell in love with Lilian, and even though his memory had returned, those feelings still remained? Seeing her silence, Dominic asked anxiously: “Celeste, why aren’t you saying anything?” Celeste gently pushed him away, her tone calm and distant: “I’m not unwell. I just went to check my blood type.” Dominic asked in confusion: “Why did you check your blood type?” Celeste explained flatly: “To make blood donation easier. If someone needs my blood, I can donate anytime.” Dominic finally breathed a sigh of relief, showing some smile: “You came to the records office to update your blood type information too, right?” Celeste nodded: “Mm-hmm.” The weight finally lifted from Dominic’s heart as he praised her with a smile: “Our Celeste is so kind, always thinking of helping others.” After returning home, Dominic’s dependence on her intensified. While driving, he gripped the steering wheel with his left hand but insisted on holding her hand with his right. Even during meals, he’d rather awkwardly use his knife and fork with his left hand than let go of her hand. Celeste reminded him helplessly: “Let go, it’s very inconvenient to eat like this.” But Dominic gripped even tighter: “I won’t let go. I’m afraid if I do, you’ll disappear again.” Celeste sighed. He was just trying to comfort her, and probably even Dominic himself didn’t realize this statement would soon become reality. In seven more days, Celeste would completely shed her old identity and officially start a new life with her new name. And she would be completely separated from him. After dinner, Dominic sat with her on the sofa watching variety shows. He peeled all the grapes and placed them on a crystal plate, feeding them to her one by one. Suddenly, Dominic’s phone rang. He pulled out several tissues to wipe his hands clean, then casually walked to the balcony to take the call. When he returned, he gently kissed her cheek and said: “Honey, something urgent came up at the company. I need to go out for a bit.” Celeste knew in her heart that Lilian had called. He was going to spend time with her and the child again. Although she was mentally prepared, when Dominic lied to her face, Celeste’s heart still felt like it was being pricked by a needle. She nodded indifferently: “Go ahead.” Dominic hugged her and whispered: “Stay home tonight like a good girl. I’ll be back tomorrow morning.” “Okay.” Dominic grabbed his jacket and practically ran out the door, driving away from home. On impulse, Celeste opened the tablet at home and launched an app. This app could sync in real-time with Dominic’s car dashcam, allowing her to hear sounds from inside the car. As soon as Dominic’s car left the house, the conversation from inside came through clearly. “I’m already on my way, just wait a little longer.” Lilian’s voice asked coquettishly: “Celeste didn’t find out, did she?” Dominic reassured her: “Don’t worry, she’ll never know.” Lilian’s voice carried a seductive tone: “Then tonight… shall we try something new?” Dominic’s breathing became rapid, his voice revealing desire: “You’re still pregnant.” Lilian said playfully: “Didn’t the doctor say during today’s checkup that the baby is perfectly healthy? And it’s been three months now, the baby is stable. Honey, we haven’t been intimate for so long since I got pregnant. I really miss you…” Dominic said in a low voice: “You little temptress, just wait. Tonight I’m definitely going to take care of you properly!” Dominic’s car drove all the way to his company building. It turned out that his previous claim about sending Lilian abroad was nothing but a lie. Lilian had actually been placed by Dominic in his company all along, where he could see her every day at work. Watching all this, Celeste suddenly couldn’t help but laugh. When someone reaches complete disappointment beyond words, they really do laugh. Dominic had woven a perfect yet false dream for Celeste, trapping her in this bubble and making her believe she was the happiest woman in the world. But outside this bubble, Dominic had long had another home, and would soon have a child too. Celeste felt that none of this mattered anymore—it was utterly meaningless. After Dominic’s car engine turned off, the dashcam should have shut down as well. But within minutes, Celeste’s phone buzzed with another notification—the dashcam had started recording again. Celeste opened the app and saw a scene that made her eyes burn. Dominic and Lilian were embracing directly in the car, completely forgetting the outside world in their passion. Lilian’s belly was already slightly rounded, and Dominic had one hand protectively over her stomach while the other pulled her forcefully into his arms. Seeing Lilian’s intoxicated expression and Dominic’s face twisted with desire, Celeste immediately turned her head and dry-heaved. She felt utterly disgusted. They went at it in the car for several rounds—Celeste didn’t want to count. By dawn the next day, she had copied all the footage from last night’s dashcam recording onto a USB drive. Five full hours of video with explosive content. Perfect as a breakup gift to put a sarcastic end to her decade-plus relationship with Dominic. At nine in the morning, Dominic returned home. He was carrying breakfast in his hands. Seeing Celeste standing on the balcony, Dominic asked gently, “Celeste, why are you up so early? Why didn’t you sleep in a bit more?” Celeste was watering the flowers on the balcony at that moment. These flowers were ones she had carefully nurtured over seven years—rare night-blooming cereus that had bloomed for the first time just this year. But she picked up scissors and cut off the flower that had just bloomed, then casually tossed it into the trash. Seeing this, Dominic looked surprised. “That plant was so hard to grow—how could you bear to cut it?” Celeste said flatly, “Night-blooming cereus only blooms for an instant. It bloomed last night, so there’s no point keeping it now.” Dominic laughed with some regret. “Looks like I missed its most beautiful moment. It’s my fault—I shouldn’t have gone to the company last night. I should have stayed by your side.” Celeste just smiled lightly. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” Dominic wrapped his arms around her from behind, his voice low and suggestive as he whispered in her ear, “Since you’re already awake, how about we… continue trying for a baby?” His hint was completely undisguised. Celeste really wanted to ask him coldly how he still had the energy to keep acting after battling with Lilian for hours last night. But when the words reached her lips, she found them pointless. Since she had already decided to leave, there was no need to fight. Celeste said calmly, “No need. I got my period.” Dominic’s expression instantly froze. “How is that possible? How could you get your period…” He quickly realized there was something wrong with his words and hurriedly corrected himself. “No, I mean, it shouldn’t be time yet, right?” Celeste looked at him and replied softly, “Maybe it came early.” Dominic said nothing more, but his face turned frighteningly pale. “Celeste, I need to make a phone call.” Dominic turned and went back to the bedroom. He picked up his phone and immediately dialed a doctor friend. “Doctor, wasn’t Celeste’s uterus already removed? How can she still have periods? Did you guys not do the surgery properly?” The doctor on the other end sounded very certain. “The surgery was absolutely fine. I can guarantee that.” Dominic lowered his voice. “Then why is she still bleeding?” The doctor explained patiently, “It could be inflammation, or it might be that your marital activities were too intense, causing mucosal tears.” Hearing this, Dominic’s tone immediately relaxed, even carrying some lighthearted laughter. “If that’s the case, then it makes sense. Last time Celeste and I… *cough cough*, I was indeed a bit rough.” The doctor laughed and advised him, “Calculate her cycle, and when it’s close to her period time, be more cooperative with the intensity. If there’s a small amount of bleeding each time, she’ll never discover the truth.” Dominic let out a cold laugh. “Good, I’ll do as you say.” After hanging up, when Dominic returned to the balcony, Celeste was still tending to her flowers. Only this time, instead of carefully pruning and caring for them, she was cutting down all the flowers one by one, pulling them up by the roots, and carelessly piling them together. Dominic watched her, somewhat puzzled. “Celeste, you usually treasure these flowers so much. Why are you pulling them all up now?” Celeste didn’t look up, her tone indifferent. “I don’t like them anymore.” Dominic stepped closer, probing, “I feel like you’ve been in a strange mood these past couple of days?” Celeste replied flatly, “I’m on my period. Emotional instability is normal.” Just then, the household maid passed by the balcony, and Celeste waved her over. “Maria, please dispose of all these flowers.” Maria approached and asked, “Mrs. Finch, should I throw away all these uprooted plants?” Celeste nodded. “Yes, throw away the flower pots too. Don’t keep any of it.”

The next morning, Dominic looked at Celeste’s condition and said, “Celeste, you haven’t been in a good mood these past few days. I’ve signed you up for a tour group so you can get out and lift your spirits.” Celeste calculated the time—there were still five days before her new name would officially take effect. “How many days?” Celeste asked him. “Three days, just to a nearby city, very close to New York. I don’t feel comfortable with you going too far alone,” Dominic replied. Celeste nodded. “Alright.” That afternoon, Dominic sent a driver to pick up Celeste. The driver said, “Mrs. Finch, I’ll take you to the airport.” Celeste said nothing and got into the car. At the airport, the driver personally watched her go through security, confirming she had entered the departure lounge before calling Dominic: “Mr. Finch, she’s boarded the plane.” Dominic gave a casual “Mm,” then instructed, “Stay there. Mr. Oscar Galloway and Mrs. Clara Galloway’s flight is about to land. Go pick them up and bring them home, and be polite.” “Yes, sir,” the driver responded. After the driver left, Celeste found an excuse to slip back out from the boarding gate. Celeste stood in an inconspicuous corner and watched with her own eyes as Lilian’s parents emerged from the exit. She watched the driver walk over to help with their luggage, respectfully inviting Oscar and Clara into the car, then busily loading their bags into the trunk. Celeste turned and hailed a taxi, telling the driver, “Follow that car up ahead.” After Dominic sent Celeste off on the plane, he personally brought Lilian back home. When the driver brought Oscar and Clara back, Lilian immediately ran excitedly toward them upon seeing her parents, throwing herself into Clara’s arms: “Mom, Dad, I finally get to see you!” Dominic immediately opened the doors very respectfully for Oscar Galloway and Clara Galloway, personally pouring them water, his attitude completely that of a future son-in-law. Dominic smiled as he apologized to them: “Mr. Galloway, Mrs. Galloway, I’m sorry that because of Celeste’s situation, you had to stay abroad for a while. Thank you for your patience.” Oscar waved his hand dismissively, chuckling, “No problem at all. You arranged for people to take us sightseeing everywhere—we both had a great time.” Dominic smiled too. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourselves.” Clara looked at Lilian’s belly and sighed, “Lilian’s already pregnant, and you’re still addressing us so formally?” Dominic immediately corrected himself, his tone perfectly natural: “Oscar, Clara.” “Now that’s more like it!” Clara beamed with joy. The living room was suddenly filled with a warm, harmonious atmosphere. Throughout it all, Lilian kept her arm tightly linked with Dominic’s, playing the perfect wife. She turned to instruct Maria: “Maria, prepare the guest rooms. Mom and Dad are staying here tonight.” Maria nodded in agreement: “Yes, Mrs. Finch.” Celeste stood quietly in the shadows, seeing everything clearly. She had long known about Dominic’s betrayal. But Maria’s attitude was the final straw that broke Celeste. It turned out even the household staff knew all about Dominic and Lilian’s affair, even addressing Lilian as “Mrs. Finch.” What was even more ridiculous was that Maria wasn’t the least bit unfamiliar with Oscar and Clara, showing no surprise at all—clearly she had known they would be coming back. Celeste suddenly remembered that it was she herself who had invited Maria to work as their housekeeper at Christmas. At Christmas, Maria had a disabled son at home. Celeste, feeling sympathetic, had given her triple the salary and treated Maria like family. During meals and trips, she always included Maria, never treating her poorly. Now even Maria was keeping her in the dark, deceiving her behind her back. Celeste felt as if her chest was being stabbed repeatedly with a knife, the pain making her double over, unable to even stand steady. Nausea suddenly surged up. She covered her mouth, breathing rapidly, tears streaming down like a broken dam, blurring her vision. Accidentally, her hand knocked against the wind chime decoration hanging by the door. The wind chime rang out. Dominic immediately heard the sound, his expression changing instantly as he shouted loudly, “Who’s out there?!” Dominic yanked the door open and rushed out, but the hallway was completely empty—not a soul in sight. Lilian walked to the doorway, tilting her head curiously. “What’s wrong, Dominic?” Dominic frowned as he explained, “I just heard the wind chimes ring, like someone was eavesdropping at the door.” Lilian glanced around and chuckled softly. “You’re being too paranoid. Those wind chimes ring whenever there’s a breeze—it’s not that dramatic.” Dominic furrowed his brow. “Maybe I’m overthinking it.” The driver quickly chimed in, “Don’t worry, Mr. Finch. I personally watched Celeste go through the boarding gate. She’s definitely on the plane by now.” Dominic still felt uneasy and pulled out his phone to call Celeste. A cold, mechanical voice answered: “Hello, the number you have dialed is currently turned off.” Hearing this, Dominic finally relaxed. He chuckled to himself, “Guess I really am being too paranoid.” Dominic turned around, pulled Lilian close, and led her back to the sofa as the door automatically closed behind them. Just behind that tightly shut door, Celeste pressed herself against the wall, her phone trembling slightly in her hand. She covered her mouth tightly, suppressing her sobs, and slowly backed away from the door. Celeste walked to the street and hailed a taxi, giving the driver a hotel address. The driver glanced at her red-rimmed eyes through the rearview mirror and asked curiously, “Miss, why are you crying like that? Did you have a fight with your husband?” Celeste wiped away her tears and said softly, “We didn’t fight.” There really was no need to fight anymore. Lilian was already pregnant, Dominic had brought over her parents, and Maria had accepted Lilian as the lady of the house. They were already a family. Celeste was just a pitiful joke in their eyes. At the hotel, Celeste collapsed on the bed and slept. She waited until she estimated the plane would be landing before turning her phone back on. Within minutes, Dominic’s call came through: “Baby, did the plane land safely?” Celeste replied calmly, “Yes, I’m already at the hotel.” Dominic laughed on the other end, “Have fun. When you come back, I’ll pick you up at the airport.” Celeste took a deep breath. “Okay.” After hanging up, Celeste went to the nearest bank. She withdrew all the cash from every account she had, then went to the nearest department store to buy a new suitcase and several changes of clothes. Celeste brought these back to the hotel and hid them as backup, ready to grab and go at any moment. After organizing everything, she suddenly remembered the kitten that had been sent to the veterinary hospital for ringworm. That little kitten was a witness to her meeting with Dominic. When they first got together, they had discovered this kitten lying dying in a street corner. They took the kitten to the vet for treatment and cared for it for three whole months before nursing it back to health. The day they brought it home, Dominic wrapped his arm around Celeste’s shoulder and said, “Celeste, from now on we’ll be its mom and dad. Why don’t you give it a name?” Celeste was only 18 then, and somehow became this kitten’s “mom” in a daze. Later, Celeste learned that Dominic had deliberately placed that kitten on her daily route to school, just so she would find it. When Celeste exposed him, Dominic just smiled helplessly and said, “I kept trying to run into you every day, but you treated me like I was invisible. I was out of options, so I had to pull this trick. Who told me to love you so much that I can’t live without you?” But could he really not live without her? No, he couldn’t. Besides her, there was also Lilian. He loved both Celeste and Lilian at the same time. Dominic gave Celeste his affection and attention, but gave Lilian his child—in his mind, this seemed perfectly fair. But Celeste wasn’t a fool. She wanted pure, clean love, not this kind of arrangement where he played both sides. He wouldn’t have to keep up his paranoid act anymore. Celeste just wanted to leave with her dignity intact. Celeste went to the veterinary hospital to see the kitten. The vet smiled and asked, “Didn’t the kitten’s dad come with you today? Usually you both come together.” Celeste replied flatly, “He’s busy.” The doctor nodded. “The kitten’s ringworm has completely healed. You can take it home today.” Celeste shook her head and said softly, “No need to take it. Please help find a reliable person to adopt it.” The veterinarian looked at Celeste Waverly with confusion, tentatively asking, “Are you two planning to have children?” Celeste didn’t respond directly, instead asking back, “Why do you ask?” The veterinarian sighed, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness: “Because we see a lot of cats and dogs in similar situations here. Their owners are preparing to have children and don’t plan to keep them anymore, so they leave them with us to find new homes.” Indeed, someone was about to have a child. But that person wasn’t her. Celeste actually felt reluctant to give up this little cat. After all, she’d raised it for so many years and had long considered it family. But she was planning to leave, and taking the cat with her would be too difficult—the long flight would be stressful, and she was afraid something might happen to the little one. Celeste actually felt reluctant to give up this little cat. After all, she’d raised it for so many years and had long considered it family. But she was planning to leave, and taking the cat with her would be too difficult—the long flight would be stressful, and she was afraid something might happen to the little one. Celeste actually felt reluctant to give up this little cat. After all, she’d raised it for so many years and had long considered it family. But she was planning to leave, and taking the cat with her would be too difficult—the long flight would be stressful, and she was afraid something might happen to the little one. Celeste took a deep breath and said earnestly to the doctor, “Please help me find a reliable person to adopt it as soon as possible.” The veterinarian nodded: “Actually, a young lady came to see this cat today. She played with it for a long time and seemed to really like it. Let me contact her and ask.” Before long, the veterinarian returned and told Celeste: “That lady has agreed. She said she’ll come pick up the cat right now.” Celeste waited at the veterinary clinic for a while and met the girl who would adopt the cat. She looked innocent and sweet, and when she held the cat in her arms, her eyes were full of affection. Celeste waited at the veterinary clinic for a while and met the girl who would adopt the cat. She looked innocent and sweet, and when she held the cat in her arms, her eyes were full of affection. Celeste nodded, agreeing to give the cat to her, and also slipped the girl a stack of cash. The girl was startled and quickly shook her head: “This isn’t right. I’m here to adopt, how can I take your money? Please take it back.” But Celeste insisted on giving her the money: “This cat is getting older and has a genetic condition, so it’ll inevitably need frequent vet visits. Consider this medical expenses I’m leaving for it, so you’ll feel more at ease taking care of it.” The girl’s eyes welled up with tears. She finally accepted the money, thanked Celeste profusely, and left with the cat. Just after Celeste saw the girl off, her phone buzzed with a message from Dominic. Dominic: [Baby, did you have fun today? I miss you so much.] Celeste stared at the screen and let out a cold laugh. Without hesitation, she replied: [Then I’ll catch a flight back to you right now. Pick me up at the airport in three hours.] Dominic replied quickly: [No, don’t cut your trip short because of me. Enjoy yourself, I can wait.] Celeste almost laughed out loud. Men’s devotion was more fragile than plastic. He couldn’t even handle this little test, yet still pretended to be lovesick. Dominic: [Did you take any beautiful photos? Send me a few, I want to see how gorgeous my wife is.] Celeste randomly searched for some tourist attraction photos online, removed the watermarks, and sent them over. Dominic still wouldn’t give up: [Why only scenery? Where’s my baby?] Celeste just threw back one line: [I’m tired, going to sleep.] Dominic: [Okay, get some rest early. Love you.] Celeste slept peacefully in the hotel for three days, fully resting and even making travel plans. She decided that after leaving here, she’d first go to the four Nordic countries to see the northern lights, then fly to Africa to see the grasslands and wildlife. Finally, she rented a deserted island in a small country. Since the island couldn’t be purchased, she signed a hundred-year lease in one go. That was the new home she chose for herself. In the future, she would face the ocean alone, welcoming spring blossoms, with no one to disturb her. On the morning of the fifth day, Celeste didn’t check out but extended her stay for two more days, leaving her luggage in the room so she could take it anytime. She composed herself and called a car to the airport. Soon, the driver arrived. The driver said cheerfully, “Mrs. Finch, you’re finally back! Mr. Finch has been talking about you non-stop these past two days—he’s practically worn our ears out.” Celeste ignored him and directly opened the car door to get in. She’d heard enough of these fake sweet words and was too lazy to keep up the act. When the car reached home, everything looked the same as when she’d left. Dominic opened his arms and hugged her: “Celeste, welcome home.” Maria also smiled and poked her head out from the kitchen: “Mrs. Finch, he told me early this morning to buy all your favorite dishes. I’ve prepared them all for tonight.” Dominic whispered in her ear: “They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. Now that you’re back from your trip, your period should be over too, right? Tonight… shall we rest early?” Celeste pushed him away expressionlessly: “I’m tired.” Dominic tried to move closer: “You sleep, I’ll do my thing…” Before he could finish, the front door was suddenly pushed open. Lilian stood in the doorway, looking somewhat awkward: “Oh, Celeste, you’re back?” Celeste noticed Dominic’s arm around her waist suddenly stiffen. Celeste turned her head, her lips curved in a smile, but her tone was bone-chillingly cold: “Lilian, long time no see. Why did you suddenly come back? Couldn’t get used to living abroad?” Lilian held her waist, her smile looking a bit forced: “I… just left my purse at home. I’ll grab it and leave.” Just as she finished speaking, there was a sudden thunderous crash from overhead: “BOOM!” The massive crystal chandelier in the villa’s living room suddenly came loose, crashing down with countless crystal fragments and metal pieces. In that critical moment, Dominic suddenly pushed Celeste away, turned and rushed toward Lilian, throwing himself over her: “Watch out!”

When Celeste woke up in the hospital, her entire body was wrapped in white gauze, and the slightest movement sent excruciating pain through her. When Celeste woke up in the hospital, her entire body was wrapped in white gauze, and the slightest movement sent excruciating pain through her. A nurse stood beside her bed, speaking cautiously: “You have three fractures and seventeen hairline cracks. The crystal shards and metal pieces from the chandelier also left numerous small cuts. You’ll need to rest and recover properly.” Celeste asked weakly, “What’s today’s date?” The nurse glanced down at the calendar: “The 13th.” Celeste felt a wave of relief. Good—tomorrow would be the day her new identity took effect. She still had one last day and night. The sound of delicate high heels echoed from the doorway. Lilian walked in, her pregnant belly prominent as she pushed open the door. Celeste let out a cold laugh and spoke first: “What, here to see if I’m dead yet?” Lilian made no attempt to hide her smugness, deliberately placing her hand on her belly and arching her back: “Celeste, you’re tougher than I thought. I had Dad loosen all the chandelier screws, but even that thing crashing down couldn’t kill you.” Celeste asked coldly, “You’re that confident Dominic would save you?” Lilian lifted her chin with complete confidence: “Of course, because I’m carrying his child. If I died, he’d be left without an heir.” Celeste sneered, staring at her belly: “So you know all about my hysterectomy too?” Lilian suddenly burst into laughter, her voice venomous as a blade: “Ha! That was my idea! How else could I make Dominic willingly keep me around? He listens to everything I say now, obedient as a dog. Thanks for training him so well, Celeste. I really should enjoy the fruits of your labor.” Listening to her made Celeste feel sick. She raised her hand and pointed toward the hospital room door: “Get out.” But Lilian didn’t leave, her voice deliberately saccharine: “Don’t rush me away, Celeste. This show isn’t over yet.” Celeste became alert: “What show?” “Since you didn’t die from the chandelier, I can’t become Mrs. Finch. This scene is a special encore performance just for you.” As soon as she finished speaking, Lilian lunged forward, grabbed Celeste’s hand, and pressed it hard against her own belly. “Ah! Help me!” Lilian screamed while deliberately falling to the floor, crying pitifully: “Celeste, I know I was wrong. You can punish me however you want, but please don’t hurt my child…” The hospital room door burst open. Dominic rushed in, his face instantly turning pale when he saw Lilian on the floor: “Lilian! Are you okay?” Lilian trembled as she cried: “Dominic, it hurts so much…” Dominic turned and shouted: “Doctor! Nurse!” Medical staff rushed over quickly. Dominic lifted Lilian onto the bed, comforting her as he escorted her out, never once glancing at Celeste. Two hours later, Dominic finally returned. His expression was frighteningly dark, his voice low and controlled: “Celeste, why did you push her?” Celeste looked up at him and countered: “Shouldn’t you first tell me what’s going on with the child she’s carrying?” Dominic frowned, his voice even lower: “Yes, I got her pregnant, but that’s no reason for you to try to kill her! She’s carrying a child—if something happened, that would be two lives!” Celeste closed her eyes, her voice cold as ice: “She told you I pushed her?” Dominic said through gritted teeth: “Could she have fallen on her own? She’s pregnant—she wouldn’t be that reckless.” Celeste sneered: “The baby didn’t miscarry, did it?” Dominic’s tone wavered slightly: “No, it didn’t. But she was terrified. She looked so pitiful.” Celeste turned her head away: “Go take care of Lilian and her child. Don’t stay here bothering me.” Dominic sighed quietly: “Celeste, I know this is hard for you. But I promise you, you’ll always be Mrs. Finch. Even if Lilian has my child, she can never replace your place in my heart.” Celeste asked coldly: “Then what is she to you?” Dominic pressed his lips together: “I admit, when I had amnesia, I fell in love with her. After my memory returned, of course I love you more, but Lilian… I can’t let her go either.” Yet he still chose to believe Lilian’s suggestion and had Celeste’s uterus removed. This was his idea of fairness. “Celeste, she won’t compete with you. You’ll always be the one I love most, always Mrs. Finch.” Outside, a nurse poked her head in: “Is Lilian Galloway’s husband here?” Dominic immediately responded nervously: “I’m Lilian’s husband. What’s wrong with her?” The nurse smiled: “Don’t worry, she just woke up and didn’t see you. She wanted us to help find you.” Dominic nodded and said to Celeste with guilt in his voice: “Celeste, I need to go check on her first.” “Go ahead.” “Get some rest. Lilian needs someone with her, so I’ll stay with her tonight and come see you tomorrow during the day.” Celeste closed her eyes, her voice barely audible: “Okay.” Dominic hurried out of the room. Celeste looked at the empty space and smiled bitterly. She thought to herself: “Dominic Finch, in this lifetime, we’ll never see each other again.” After Dominic left, Celeste called her most trusted friend, Regina Harrison. When Regina arrived at the hospital and saw Celeste wrapped in bandages, her eyes immediately welled up with tears. “How did that crystal chandelier in your house suddenly fall? That worker was so irresponsible!” Celeste reached up to wipe away Regina’s tears, her voice calm. “Regina, I need you to do me a favor.” Regina nodded immediately. “Whatever you need, just tell me.” Celeste looked at her and said each word deliberately: “Tomorrow morning, take me away from here.” Celeste told Regina everything that had happened during this time. After hearing it all, Regina was so angry she jumped right out of her chair. “Just wait, I’m going to call Dominic over right now. He owes you an explanation!” Celeste held her back, her voice cold as ice. “A man whose heart has already changed is just a pile of trash. I don’t want him anymore.” Celeste arranged everything. “Tomorrow morning at seven, that’s when the nurses change shifts and hospital security is at its loosest. Come get me then.” That night, Regina stayed at the hospital with Celeste, keeping watch over her until dawn. At seven in the morning, Celeste changed into the clothes Regina had brought, got into a wheelchair, and Regina wheeled her out of the hospital. The moment she got in the car, Celeste felt completely relieved, like a huge weight had been lifted from her chest. She had Regina drive to the hotel first to retrieve the luggage she had prepared long ago. In the car, Celeste used her new identity as Hazel Sherwood to book all the flights for her upcoming trips to Northern Europe, Africa, and that island. At nine in the morning when the registry office opened, Celeste immediately went to pick up her new ID and passport. Then, without hesitation, she headed straight to the airport. Since Celeste had limited mobility, Regina found airport ground staff to escort her all the way to the plane. Regina looked at her curiously. “Why did you change your name?” Celeste smiled calmly. “I don’t want Dominic to find me. Whatever feelings I had left for him died long ago.” At the boarding gate, Regina gripped her hand tightly. “Don’t worry, don’t be afraid. I won’t say a word to anyone. Hazel, go find the new life that belongs to you.” Just as she was about to board, Celeste’s phone rang. It was Dominic calling. Dominic’s voice was still anxious. “Celeste, where did you go? You’re still injured, how could you just run off? I’m going crazy with worry!” Celeste spoke calmly into the phone: “The morning air is nice, so I had a nurse wheel me downstairs to get some fresh air.” Dominic sighed on the other end: “Celeste, last night when the chandelier fell, it really was an accident. I rushed to save Lilian only because she’s pregnant. My first instinct was to protect the child, I really…” Celeste cut him off: “Stop talking. I don’t want to hear it.” Dominic lowered his voice. “What would you like for breakfast? I’ll go buy it and bring it to you.” Celeste looked at the boarding pass in her hand and smiled gently. “Help me get something from home.” Dominic didn’t suspect anything. “Sure, what do you need? Tell me.” Celeste’s voice carried a hint of casual amusement. “In the living room drawer, there’s an envelope with a USB drive inside. That’s a gift I left for you.” Dominic immediately brightened: “You prepared a gift for me? Is it a souvenir from your travels? Celeste, you really make me so happy.” Celeste closed her eyes gently. “You’ll know when you go look.” Dominic’s voice carried a touch of eagerness. “Alright, I’ll go look right now. Celeste, I promise I’ll treat you better from now on. The fact that you prepared a gift for me really touches me…” Celeste’s tone was light and distant. “Dominic Finch.” “Yes? I’m listening.” Celeste’s voice seemed to float from far away. “Goodbye forever.” Dominic didn’t hear clearly and was stunned. “Celeste? What did you say? Hello?” All that remained on the phone was the roar of airplane engines and a gentle flight attendant’s voice: “Ma’am, please turn off your phone. The plane is about to take off. Thank you for your cooperation.” The call was disconnected. Celeste turned off her phone, removed the SIM card, snapped it in half, then handed the phone to the flight attendant. “Please throw this away for me, thank you.” The flight attendant nodded and smiled: “Of course, ma’am.” Meanwhile, Dominic stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning. He hadn’t misheard—that was a flight attendant’s voice just now, wasn’t it? Celeste was on a plane? How was that possible? She had prepared a gift for him, so how could she suddenly fly away? Panic rising in his chest, Dominic immediately turned and rushed home, following Celeste’s directions to find that USB drive…

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My daughter Zoey Meyer made a wish in German over her birthday candles: “I hope Lucia can be my mom this Christmas.” My husband Liam Meyer laughed and ruffled her hair: “You’ll get your wish soon enough.” I, Eloise Griffin, stood frozen in place as the cake slipped from my hands and crashed to the floor. Liam looked concerned: “What’s wrong?” I shook my head repeatedly, forcing a smile: “I just lost my grip.” Only I knew that I’d panicked because I understood the German, and that’s why I dropped the cake. ***** Liam seemed to have forgotten that I grew up in Germany and only returned to the States for college. Back then, when he learned about my German upbringing, he studied German just to get closer to me. Even Zoey’s German was something I taught her bit by bit. Now, Liam was wiping up the mess on the floor with a towel. Then he cut another slice of cake and held it up to feed me. He said: “It’s okay, I’ll feed you.” This time, I didn’t take it. Instead, I stepped back. I said: “I don’t want any now.” Zoey stuffed a big bite of cake in her mouth and pouted: “I’m still here, you know! You two are being so sweet it’s making me sick!” Zoey just turned seven this Christmas, still had baby fat on her cheeks, and looked just like Liam with the same delicate, beautiful features. Right in front of Zoey, Liam pulled me into his arms and raised an eyebrow: “Being good to my wife is just what I do. Sweet daughter, you’d better get used to it.” Zoey put her cake down on the table and ran over to snuggle into my arms. She said: “No way, it’s my birthday today, so Mommy belongs to me.” Zoey hugged me tight, but I didn’t smile and pat her head like I usually would. Sensing something was off, Zoey looked up with a pitiful expression: “Mommy, why aren’t you hugging me back? Are you going to team up with Daddy to pick on me now?” Liam chuckled. I looked at Zoey and said flatly: “I’m wondering if my daughter and husband, who seem to love me so much, have found someone else they like better on the outside.” Zoey froze instantly: “Mommy, what are you talking about?” Liam’s smile disappeared immediately. When he looked up, his eyes were full of tender affection as he took my hand and caressed it. He said: “Of course, Zoey and I both love you most. Why would you think otherwise?” I quietly pulled my hand away. Even now, they still wanted to lie to me. They’d clearly forgotten that what I hated most was deception. When I married Liam, I told him that if I ever discovered he was hiding anything from me, I would leave him forever. And he had sworn in front of everyone that he would be faithful to me for life. If he really had betrayed me, I would choose to return to Germany and never see him again. But now I didn’t know how long he’d been cheating, and even my beloved daughter was taking the side of his other woman! Five years of guidance and devotion had turned to nothing in an instant. I thought I would break down crying, that I’d fight and scream at them. Surprisingly, I felt calm—so calm that I could think about what to do next. I roughly pushed Zoey away from me: “I’m tired. You two eat without me.”

When I pulled Zoey away, her eyes were filled with disbelief. I had no intention of comforting her and simply listened quietly as she began crying behind me. Liam gently consoled Zoey: “Don’t cry, Mommy might not be feeling well. I’ll go check on her. Zoey, you need to be good, okay?” Liam gently consoled Zoey: “Don’t cry, Mommy might not be feeling well. I’ll go check on her. Zoey, you need to be good, okay?” Zoey sniffled and softly responded. Just as I was about to close the bedroom door, Liam forced his way in. I saw a message suddenly pop up on his phone: [Do you want to come over to my place tonight?] Liam didn’t notice anything, frowning with concern as he approached me: “Eloise, what’s wrong?” I lowered my eyes, avoiding his gaze, and spoke flatly: “I saw the message that popped up on your phone.” With that, I snatched his phone, unlocked it, and placed it in front of him: “Go ahead and reply. Don’t keep her waiting – you still need to go comfort her.” A flash of panic crossed Liam’s face, but he immediately tossed the phone aside and assured me: “Right now, the most important thing to me is making you happy. Other people? I don’t know them.” As he spoke, his lips slowly moved closer to mine, desire flickering in his eyes: “Eloise…” I was trapped in his embrace, unable to move. He smiled slightly, leaning close to my ear and whispering: “I knew it – you can’t bear to push me away.” He buried his head in my neck, and just then, there was sudden banging on the door. Zoey called out: “Daddy, Mommy, I don’t feel well.” Liam immediately snapped back to reality, hurriedly opening the door with urgency in his voice: “Zoey, what’s wrong?” Zoey clutched her stomach, curled up and crouching on the ground, speaking in German: “Daddy, I’m pretending to have a stomachache on purpose because I want us to leave early. You promised to take me to see Ms. Rose today.” She didn’t lower her voice, and tears were about to spill from her eyes. This was the first time I’d seen Zoey display such remarkable acting skills. If I couldn’t understand German, I probably would have panicked. Liam immediately caught on, saying anxiously: “Don’t be scared, I’ll take you to the hospital.” He picked up Zoey and turned to me: “You stay home and wait for us to come back.” Zoey nestled in Liam’s arms, crying as she looked at me: “Mommy.” I walked over to her, gently stroking her cheek with a tender voice: “Don’t be afraid, I’ll be home waiting for you.” Zoey’s eyes instantly brightened, and she softly hummed in response before being carried out by Liam. After a while, I looked through the window and saw a lively Zoey being led by an equally spirited Liam, walking down the street hand in hand. Zoey didn’t look sick at all. I withdrew my gaze, biting my lip hard to keep the tears from falling. Deep down, I knew they wouldn’t be coming back tonight. Forcing myself to stay rational, I contacted the visa department and began processing the paperwork for traveling to Germany. Since I’d made multiple trips before, the visa office responded quickly. As long as I brought all the required documents for processing, I could leave this place in about two weeks. After confirming everything, I closed my laptop and looked up at myself in the mirror. I consoled myself: “Just two more weeks until I can go home. I should be happy.” I consoled myself: “Just two more weeks until I can go home. I should be happy.”

By the next morning, I still hadn’t seen them come home. The only message on my phone was from Liam: [Eloise, Zoey’s stomach is still hurting badly. The doctor recommended she stay for observation. We’ll come home tomorrow.] He also sent me a photo of him and Zoey sitting on hospital chairs. In the photo, there were still traces of cream around Zoey’s mouth. I distinctly remembered her mouth being clean when they left. She wasn’t even trying to make her act convincing. I didn’t reply and left to handle the visa procedures. As I was leaving, the bracelet on my wrist caught my attention. This was from my latest favorite brand. When this bracelet was released in Germany, it was only available in limited quantities at physical stores, and you had to wait in line to buy it. When Liam found out, he specifically flew to Germany and waited in line for eight hours to get it for me. Back then, I truly felt like I was the happiest woman in the world. Now… I shook my head, took off the bracelet, and threw it in the trash. When I finished at the visa office, I happened to run into Zoey and Liam passing by. The three of us locked eyes instantly, and Liam and Zoey froze in place. Liam asked, “Eloise, what are you doing here?” I tucked away the documents in my hand and replied calmly, “I came to handle some paperwork. I’m going to Germany on a business trip.” A flash of panic crossed Liam’s eyes, but he still tried to stay composed as he asked, “But isn’t your German not that good?” I raised my eyebrows and smiled as I lied, “That’s exactly why I need you to teach me.” He visibly relaxed and quickly jogged over to take my hand, “Perfect, let’s go home together then.” Zoey, carrying a bag, took my other hand with a bright smile, “That’s wonderful! I know a little German too, I want to teach Mommy as well!” They smiled happily, holding my hands on either side. But I couldn’t smile. The chill in my heart kept spreading. This place was far from our home, and even farther from the hospital near our house. The only possibility was that this Lucia they mentioned lived nearby. The perfume scent on both of them was overwhelming. I couldn’t stand it and couldn’t help coughing a few times. Liam immediately asked nervously what was wrong. I took out a mask from my bag and put it on, saying calmly, “The perfume smell on you two is irritating my nose.” I have rhinitis, and they never use perfume at home to avoid triggering it. Instantly, both their faces turned panicked. Liam hurriedly explained, “It might be the scent from the family of the patient in the bed next to Zoey’s room.” Zoey immediately let go of my hand and ran to Liam’s side, “Since I’m making Mommy uncomfortable, I’ll stay away from her.” She was still young after all, and couldn’t quite hide the smile on her face. I didn’t understand why she disliked me so much, always seeming so happy whenever she had a chance to get away from me. I didn’t coax her like I usually would, just gave a soft acknowledgment. Zoey froze for a moment. In my peripheral vision, Liam and Zoey exchanged a glance, their eyes full of confusion. After we got home, Zoey pulled out a Hermès bag from behind her and held it in front of me, her eyes sparkling, “Mommy, look! Daddy and I spent so long picking out this style!” It used to be like this before too. Whenever Liam sensed I was unhappy, he’d always find ways to cheer me up. This time, his method was giving me a bag I’d been wanting for a long time. They both looked at me with the same nervous anticipation. I sighed softly, took the bag, and smiled, “I really like it.” Maybe I was just overthinking everything. Liam’s eyes immediately lit up, “I’m glad you like it. So what do you want for lunch?” Zoey chimed in from the side, “I want steak today!” Liam scooped up Zoey and came over to me, “Well, we need to ask if Mommy wants that too. Eloise, do you want steak?” I hugged the bag and nodded with a smile, “Whatever Zoey likes, I’ll eat.” “That’s awesome, thank you Mommy!” Zoey grabbed Liam’s hand and ran toward the kitchen, “Daddy, hurry up and cook!” Watching their retreating figures, the gloom in my heart lifted slightly. I sat back down on the sofa and opened my laptop to handle some work. Soon, a friend request popped up on my phone. The profile picture was a cute little animal, and I accepted it almost without hesitation. The person immediately sent a message: [So, how do you like the bag I picked out?] I immediately understood that this was Lucia—the woman they’d been talking about—deliberately adding me to provoke me. In that moment, I wanted to slap myself. I had actually softened toward them just now, even entertaining the thought of staying and continuing to live with them. They had deceived me after all, just with an extra layer of disguise. I didn’t respond, but Lucia didn’t seem to mind and sent another photo. It was a real-time photo of her and Liam drinking from the same glass. Through the reflection in the glass, I recognized that Zoey had taken this photo. Zoey said, “Lucia, you and my daddy are perfect together!” Lucia sent a message asking: [How do you like it? Don’t we look great as a couple?] [Of course, this isn’t all—there are plenty more photos like this.] I slammed my phone face-down on the table and began dry heaving uncontrollably. I felt utterly disgusted. I gripped the table and retched into the trash can repeatedly. Soon, hurried footsteps approached, and Liam anxiously came up behind me, gently patting my back. He asked, “Eloise, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me.” After dry heaving for a while without bringing anything up, I stood up shakily. I said, “Maybe it was something too greasy I ate this morning.” Zoey brought me a glass of water: “Mommy, drink some water.” I glanced up at the glass, but the image from that photo flashed through my mind again. I violently pushed the glass away and rushed to the trash can, vomiting violently once more. Zoey’s dress got splashed and soaked. She pouted pitifully and cried out loudly, “Mommy, I hate you. You always make me comfort you, not like Lucia who spoils me. You’re not even half as good as her!” She cried louder and louder. She was just a child after all, completely unaware of what she shouldn’t say when her emotions spiraled out of control. Liam’s expression changed instantly: “Zoey!” “What did you say? Who’s Lucia?” I grabbed Zoey’s hand and asked softly. She sobbed, and I crouched down, quietly looking at her. Looking at this Zoey—the child I had carried for ten months and fought to bring into this world—I suddenly felt she was so foreign to me. When she was ten months old, I discovered she loved drawing and spent half my Christmas bonus creating a dedicated art studio for her at home. She loved bedtime stories, and no matter how exhausted I was during the day, I would find new stories to tell her every night—a tradition I’d never broken. She had stomach problems since childhood, so I spent countless hours researching recipes to create customized meals for her. I had always thought my parenting was successful, which was why Zoey knew to comfort me when I was upset. I asked, “So in your heart, have I been forcing you all along?” Liam quickly interrupted: “No, Zoey’s just talking nonsense. Lucia is just a character she encountered during a kindergarten performance. Zoey, explain to Mommy properly.” But Zoey had completely broken down emotionally and couldn’t hear anything. She shook off my hand and shouted, “Everything I said is true—I do hate Mommy. Daddy, didn’t you promise me you’d get me a new mommy after my birthday? I don’t want to wait anymore.” Liam immediately covered her mouth: “Don’t talk nonsense.” He scooped up Zoey and hurried toward the bedroom. He said, “Zoey’s probably just tired.” I slowly stood up and grabbed the corner of Liam’s shirt: “Since Zoey wants a new mommy, let’s make it happen.” Liam froze, clearly panicked: “Eloise, don’t say that. I really can’t bear the pain of losing you. Let me take her to her room first—wait for me.” With that, Liam rushed into the room with Zoey, keeping his hand over her mouth the entire way to prevent her from saying anything more. I collapsed onto the floor beside the couch, completely drained. My earlier determination to fight with him to the bitter end quietly faded away. I even thought that maybe I should use this opportunity to divorce Liam and return to Germany. But I worried that Liam would never let me leave. Lost in my chaotic thoughts, I didn’t notice when Liam had sat down beside me. He gently took my hand: “Eloise, don’t be angry anymore. You know Zoey’s only five—she’s probably heard some things she shouldn’t have lately, which is why she said such hurtful things. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely educate her properly after she wakes up.” “So…” Liam suddenly gripped my hand tightly: “You were just speaking out of anger just now, right?” His eyes revealed an almost obsessive possessiveness. I got goosebumps immediately. I knew clearly that if I truly insisted on leaving, he would never let me go. Even though deep down, both he and Zoey preferred Lucia. I took a deep breath, nodded slightly, and forced a smile: “Yes, I was just too angry.” Liam visibly relaxed. Over the next few days, Liam became extremely sensitive, staying by my side almost constantly. Zoey seemed sullen, but whatever Liam had said to her, she would force a smile whenever she was around me. I maintained my composure, pretending not to notice her insincerity. Before, they used to go out frequently. Now, even when working, Liam tried to stay by my side as much as possible. I often heard his phone ring, and Zoey’s eyes would light up accordingly. That must have been Lucia’s special ringtone. But each time, Liam would just glance at it and hang up directly, making sure to explain to me: “It’s harassment calls from a competitor company, not anyone else.” But with him acting this way, I could never find an opportunity to pack my bags and leave. There was only one week left until my planned departure date.

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After pretending to have amnesia, I, Stella Reid, deliberately asked my husband Ashton Sanders and son Nate Sanders: “Who are you?” After a moment of silence, Ashton told me: “My son and I are here to visit my wife. We got the wrong room.” Upon hearing this, Nate immediately pulled Ashton toward the next room: “Sorry, Dad and I are going to see Mom now.” The patient in the next room was Ashton’s first love, Audrey Collins. ***** After falling down the stairs, I was rushed to the hospital. Looking at Ashton and Nate standing at my door, I suddenly remembered Nate once complaining: “Mom, why are you so serious every day? You’re no fun.” Recalling that my fall was caused by Nate scattering glass marbles at the top of the stairs, I deliberately put on a confused expression and asked softly: “Who are you?” I expected to see panic or worry on their faces, but the result was completely unexpected. After a moment of silence, Ashton calmly said: “My son and I are here to visit my wife. Sorry, we got the wrong room.” I looked at Nate. Though he was young, despite his efforts to hide it, I caught a glimpse of barely concealed joy on his face. I was stunned. Nate tugged at Ashton’s sleeve, signaling him to lean down so he could whisper in his ear. Though his voice was low, I could read lips and clearly understood what he said: “Dad, since Mom has amnesia, can’t you trick her into signing divorce papers and then marry Ms. Collins? I really like Ms. Collins and want her to be my new mom.” My heart felt like it had plunged into an icy abyss, trembling with cold. I never imagined that the child I carried for ten months and nearly died giving birth to would encourage his father to divorce me. I knew his personality—this wasn’t a joke. He was serious! Before Ashton could respond, Nate was already eagerly pulling him toward the next room: “Sorry, Dad and I are going to see Mom now.” Enduring excruciating pain, I quietly moved to the door of the adjacent room and watched through the crack, silently observing everything happening inside. I saw Nate holding the woman’s hand while Ashton embraced both of them, their similar faces filled with adoration and tenderness. When I saw the woman’s face clearly, I felt like I’d been struck by lightning, my entire body frozen in place. This woman was Ashton’s first love, Audrey. They circled around Audrey, coaxing her to be happy and take her medicine, looking so humble that no one would imagine they were a business tycoon and child prodigy who dominated the corporate world. Nate said sweetly: “Ms. Collins, you don’t know—my mom lying in bed looks like a limp piece of meat. It’s disgusting to look at. When can you become my mom? Then you could replace my mom at parent-teacher conferences.” He chattered on endlessly, but my heart felt like it was being sliced by knives, bleeding profusely. I truly never expected that the two people I treasured most would despise me so much. I couldn’t bear to watch this warm family of three any longer and numbly returned to my room. The nurse saw me return and came forward with concern to support me: “You need to rest well after just waking up. The doctor said you have a mild concussion.” While skillfully treating my wounds, she chatted: “That family of three next door is really making a big fuss. The woman just has a small cut on her finger, but those two act like the sky is falling, nearly turning the hospital upside down, as if that little wound might affect the baby in her belly.” Hearing the nurse’s words, I felt extremely shocked. After finishing with my wounds, she asked with concern: “Where’s your family? Your condition is quite serious—you really need someone to take care of you.” I forced a bitter smile and said weakly: “I don’t have any family. My husband and son are both dead.” That day, I lay in the hospital for a while before insisting on completing the discharge procedures. I firmly told the doctor that my husband and child had died, and that I didn’t know Ashton and Nate. As for everything else, I remembered it all clearly. The doctor explained to Ashton that I might be experiencing temporary amnesia caused by the concussion—I might never remember, or my memory could return the next day. Ashton and Nate visibly relaxed, looking almost pleased. After showing up briefly at my bedside, they spent almost all their time in Audrey’s room. On the day I was discharged, it was that kind little nurse who escorted me out of the hospital. She looked deeply concerned about me. She hesitated for a long time before finally speaking up as I was getting into the car: “Ms. Reid, are Mr. Sanders and Nate your family? They’ve been staying with Ms. Collins these past few days. Maybe you should pay attention to that?” The nurse had overheard Ashton’s conversation with the doctor, and her expression was full of sympathy for my situation. I silently thanked her for her kindness, then said firmly: “That’s impossible. My husband and child died long ago—they perished in a fire. Ashton and Nate are nothing but strangers to me.” After saying this, I got into the car, but my thoughts drifted back to that nightmarish fire three years ago. I’ll never forget that day when I lost the child in my womb and my ability to ever become a mother again. That day, I had just discovered I was pregnant and was preparing to share the good news with Ashton. But he came home drunk and immediately started mocking me, saying I was nothing but a parasite clinging to him. Meanwhile, Nate was sick again. I was juggling caring for a patient and dealing with this drunk man, completely overwhelmed. I made Ashton some honey lemon tea and coaxed him into drinking it, then devoted all my attention to caring for Nate. After finally getting his condition to improve somewhat, exhausted from pregnancy, I couldn’t hold on any longer and dozed off beside the bed. That’s why I didn’t notice what was happening with Ashton. He had somehow found a lighter and set the living room on fire, then fell into a deep sleep. But he hadn’t completely extinguished the flame, and the embers ignited things around the house. By the time I discovered it, the fire had already spread. I carried Nate on my back and dragged the dead-drunk Ashton out of the burning house. I protected them both well, but my face was burned by the flames, and the shock caused me to miscarry. That miscarriage also took away my ability to conceive again. Afterward, Ashton blamed me for being careless. I loved him so deeply then that when he frowned and questioned me, I felt overwhelming guilt and took all the blame upon myself. If only I had stayed alert that night. From that day forward, they looked at me with disgust, their eyes filled with revulsion whenever they saw the hideous, incurable scars on my face.

I returned home to find Ashton and Nate already inside, along with Audrey. They were seated around the dining table, which was laden with an elaborate spread of food. The moment I stepped through the door, I saw Ashton peeling shrimp for Audrey while Nate eagerly competed with him, both men racing to shell the seafood. Audrey’s plate was piled high with the shrimp they’d prepared for her. I couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. Seeing me return, the smiles vanished from their faces instantly, and the atmosphere grew heavy, as if I were an unwelcome intruder. Ashton frowned, his tone sharp with displeasure: “Why are you back?” Hearing his accusatory question, I almost wanted to laugh. Instead of responding, I silently changed my shoes and walked up the stairs, looking down at them from above: “This is my house. Why shouldn’t I be able to come back?” Audrey spoke up, somewhat uneasily: “Mrs. Sanders, Mr. Sanders and Nate are just concerned about my pregnancy and want to take care of me. There’s nothing more to it.” Looking at Audrey, honestly, I didn’t hate her—I even had to thank her. She had shown me the true nature of these two men I loved so deeply. Audrey was Ashton’s first love. During college, they were the perfect couple in everyone’s eyes. I’d never seen Ashton love anyone so passionately, as if he’d willingly lay the entire world at her feet. But her family wasn’t well-off. Near graduation that year, the Sanders family business hit hard times. To weather the crisis, Ashton’s father Carson Sanders brought him to my family, hoping to arrange a marriage alliance. The Reid family’s enterprises spanned both political and business circles—far beyond what the Sanders family could reach. It was just that my father had once been saved by Carson in his youth, and when I returned from abroad and fell for Ashton at first sight, the engagement was settled. Looking back on all these years with Ashton, I was like someone under a spell, devoted to him wholeheartedly. Even when he often treated me coldly, even when he maintained contact with Audrey and always rushed to her side whenever she needed him—I endured it all. I kept believing that if I just treated him a little better, I could replace Audrey’s place in his heart. So when I was sick, he stayed by the seaside with a sleepless Audrey. He missed every one of my prenatal appointments because Audrey always had some trivial matter requiring his help. Even on the day I gave birth, when Audrey had a nightmare, he stayed by her side. Looking back now, I was utterly foolish. I actually believed I could replace his first love. Ashton was right—I truly couldn’t recognize my place. But what broke my heart most was that even my child chose to stand with Audrey. When he said those words—”I want Ms. Collins to be my new mommy”—my heart died completely. Nate said with displeasure, “Why didn’t you greet Ms. Collins?” Seeing the disgust in Nate’s eyes, even though my heart had long since died, I couldn’t help but feel a sharp pang of pain. This was the child I had loved for seven Christmases. Suddenly, Nate took Audrey’s hand and said, “Ms. Collins, why don’t you stay at our house? You’re carrying my little brother or sister, so we can’t be careless. Our house is spacious and luxurious – you’ll be very comfortable here. You need to rest well, and I’m looking forward to teaching them when they’re born.” He glanced at me and added loudly, “The bedroom on the third floor is perfect – you should stay there.” The third-floor bedroom was mine and Ashton’s room. Hearing this, Ashton looked at Nate with approval. Nate’s words were exactly what he wanted to hear. Actually, on the way home, I had already investigated everything. Three Christmases ago, when that fire happened, Audrey’s parents had just died in a car accident. At that time, the Sanders family had a project that needed the Reid family’s support. So under pressure from the Reid family, Ashton couldn’t accompany Audrey to handle her parents’ funeral arrangements – he couldn’t even be by her side. That’s why Ashton got completely drunk that night, because he didn’t want to face me. Under Ashton’s deliberate guidance, Nate gradually developed feelings for the gentle and considerate Audrey. While I only checked his homework every day, never joked around, and wore outdated clothes. Thinking about this, I unconsciously looked down at my clothes and smiled bitterly. After getting together with Ashton, I discovered he didn’t like luxury, so I gave up those expensive jewelry and handbags. Later, after Nate was born, because he didn’t like being cared for by nannies and would cry whenever he left me, I had to take care of him personally, naturally having no time to focus on my appearance. Now it seemed I really couldn’t compare to Audrey, who dressed elegantly and fashionably. Seeing my pale expression, Audrey hesitated and said somewhat dejectedly, “Nate, you and your family are the real family here. I’m just an outsider – it wouldn’t be appropriate for me to stay. Besides, if I just move in like this, Ms. Reid probably won’t be happy about it.” Nate held her hand and kept acting cute, pouting as he said, “She wouldn’t dare be unhappy! Don’t worry, she always listens to Dad and me. You don’t need to worry about these things – I really hope we can become a family. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world. How wonderful it would be if you were my mother.” Nate was truly Ashton’s child – it seemed like from birth he knew I cared about him and his father, and also seemed to know I would never resist the two of them. Watching this performance they were putting on downstairs, I suddenly laughed out loud: “Did you forget that this is my house? The deed has my name on it. And who exactly are you two to dare put on this show in my own home?”

Hearing my words, Ashton shot me a cold glance. “Stella, haven’t you caused enough trouble? Audrey is pregnant, and she needs proper care as an expectant mother. Can’t you stop being so selfish?” Hearing my words, Ashton shot me a cold glance. “Stella, haven’t you caused enough trouble? Audrey is pregnant, and she needs proper care as an expectant mother. Can’t you stop being so selfish?” My gaze unconsciously fell on the spot where I had fallen. It had been cleaned spotless, and the harmful glass beads had been thrown away by the butler, Jaxon Sims. But the surveillance footage Jaxon had shown me kept flashing through my mind. I saw Nate clutching a handful of glass beads, secretly scattering them at the top of the stairs, then grinning maliciously as he shouted from downstairs: “Mommy, my head hurts so bad!” I also saw him standing there watching my unconscious body after I tumbled down, with no intention of calling for help. Only when Jaxon and the servants he had sent away returned did he put on an act of panic and rush toward me. These images were burned into my memory, making my whole body tremble. I couldn’t believe that the child I had fought so hard to bring into this world could have such a vicious heart. Before, when he favored Audrey, I always comforted myself that Nate was still young and didn’t understand. But now, I truly couldn’t deceive myself anymore. Hadn’t I been good enough to Ashton and Nate? Hadn’t I been humble enough for them? Why did they have to treat me this way? I let out a cold laugh and looked at Jaxon. “Since when do we allow strangers in this house? And they’re being so arrogant right in front of me. Throw them out. Oh, and that woman is pregnant, so be gentle—we don’t want her to miscarry and have them blame me for it.” Jaxon nodded and immediately called the security guards. Ashton’s face darkened. “What do you mean? Don’t you want to make this marriage work anymore?” I covered my mouth in mock surprise and asked sarcastically, “Who are you people? Your wife is pregnant—why are you living in my house? Is this some kind of refugee shelter?” Ashton roared, “Enough! Have you lost your mind? How dare you humiliate us like this!” I dropped the smile from my face and stared at Ashton quietly. Seven years ago, the first time I saw him at Reid Manor, I fell for him instantly. But now I realized he had become so foreign to me, so foreign that it filled me with dread. He continued, “If you hadn’t forced me to break up with Audrey back then, I would have married her and had children with her long ago.” Hearing this, I actually laughed. The security guards arrived quickly and politely escorted Audrey out. As for Ashton and Nate, they weren’t so courteous—they simply threw them out of the villa. I stood at the doorway, watching their pathetic retreat, and finally felt some of the resentment in my heart dissipate. Ashton said angrily, “Stella, after treating us like this, don’t expect me to make things easy for you.” While helping Nate up, he asked Audrey with concern if she was hurt. Audrey’s eyes darted around before she immediately clutched her belly and cried out in pain. Seeing this, Nate flew into a rage and charged at me. He moved too fast, and having just been discharged from the hospital, my body was still weak. He knocked me to the ground with one push. Sharp pain shot through me, but Nate wasn’t satisfied. He raised his fist and said viciously, “If anything happens to my little brother or sister, I’ll never forgive you.” Just as his fist was about to come down, the security guard reacted quickly and grabbed his hand. I stared at him coldly while Nate continued struggling, trying to lunge at me. I laughed bitterly in despair. “I really raised an ungrateful bastard.” After a pause, I spoke slowly, “Ashton, let’s get divorced.”

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My name is Camila Schmidt. My fiancé Anton Reeds keeps a woman named Nora Richards in his private estate. She bears a striking resemblance to how I looked in my younger days. He buys her the most expensive jewelry, takes her on private jet trips around the world, yet never allows her to step within my sight. Everyone in our circle knows I’m his bottom line. He even assigned four bodyguards to my cat simply because I once casually mentioned being “afraid it might get lost.” But this time, emboldened by Anton’s affection, Nora began openly provoking me. She inserted a video of her and Anton in bed into our wedding presentation. She said, “Ms. Schmidt, I know I’m just a kept woman, but Mr. Reeds has been replacing your daily vitamins with sleeping pills just to see me. During these days of preparing for your wedding, he’s been increasing the dosage to make you take them, all so he could be intimate with me.” That moment, I finally understood that the young man who once would have done anything for me had long since changed. I wiped away my tears, turned off the video, and dialed a number that had been gathering dust. I said, “In seven days, I want to turn my wedding into a funeral, so he’ll never find me again.” ***** The call had barely ended when Anton burst through the door in a panic. He said, “Camila, did I do something wrong? Why did you sell the wedding dress I designed for you myself?” His voice trembled as he pulled out several gowns he’d bought back, his expression complex. I didn’t respond, just watched him quietly. Every time Anton cheated, he would personally design a new dress for me. Including the one he’d just started sketching three days ago on our anniversary—still unfinished—there were twelve in total. I smiled softly. Once, I considered these dresses symbols of love. I thought they were how he, as a top designer, expressed his affection. Now I knew they were just his way of compensating for betrayal with guilt. “I just felt they were getting outdated,” I said calmly, leaving no trace of suspicion. Anton frowned slightly but still pulled me into his embrace. He asked, “Camila, is everything really okay?” Seeing me shake my head, he finally relaxed, his voice tender as he declared his love: “Camila, don’t worry. No matter how this world changes, I’ll always love you the same way.” Hearing this ridiculous sweet talk, I merely curved my lips slightly without responding. He tactfully ended the topic, turning to tie on an apron and playing the role of the devoted homebody lover as usual. However, before the first dish even hit the pan, his phone started ringing. I watched the busy figure in the kitchen and deliberately raised my voice: “Anton, someone’s calling you.” “Could you answer it for me?” he replied instinctively. I raised an eyebrow at the caller ID showing “Customer” and pressed accept. “Mr. Reeds, when are you coming to see me?” A sickeningly sweet voice came through the moment the call connected. At the same time, Anton rushed out of the kitchen, spatula in hand. Seeming to realize his reaction was too intense, he smiled somewhat guiltily: “I just wanted to make sure it wasn’t a work issue.” He reached for the phone while speaking, his expression growing more panicked when he saw the caller ID. I handed him the phone with an indifferent expression: “The call just connected, but they haven’t said anything yet.” He quickly took back the phone, hung up, and avoided eye contact. He asked, “Camila, you really didn’t hear anything?” I nodded: “If you’re busy with work, I can just grab something simple to eat. You should handle it first.” This was exactly what he wanted to hear. Anton nodded, came over to hug me: “There really is something at the studio. I’ll come back after I handle it. You eat first.” I didn’t expose the dismissiveness in his words, just nodded again. The moment the door closed, rain began falling without warning. My phone also showed a new message. 【Ms. Schmidt, even though you’re about to get married, didn’t Mr. Reeds still abandon you in a storm and rush out to find me because of one word from me?】 In that moment, my heart turned completely cold. Anton’s choice had already revealed everything—the true answer in his heart. I stood up, opened my phone contacts, composed a message, and sent it. 【In seven days, please help me fake my death and escape. I’ve already figured out how I want to die.】 Seven days from now would be my wedding day, and also the day I decided to leave.

That night, Anton didn’t come home. He only sent a message saying he’d be staying at the studio for the next few days to handle work. In the days that followed, I never received another message from Anton. But it didn’t matter—Nora always kept me updated on Anton’s whereabouts. They went mountain climbing together, embracing and kissing at sunrise. They watched the ocean side by side, whispering sweet nothings under the sunset. Anton even took her to Hawaii, the place I’d always wanted to visit, where they made love. Two days before the wedding, they went through an entire box of condoms. Only then did Anton finally come home. He brought me a pair of wedding rings he’d designed himself, gently pulling me into his arms. He said, “Camila, I’m sorry. There’s been so much going on at the company lately that I haven’t been able to spend proper time with you. These are the wedding rings I personally designed for you. After the wedding, I’ll take you to Hawaii for our honeymoon—the place you’ve always wanted to go.” I didn’t expose his lies, just looked up at him numbly. “I don’t want to go to Hawaii anymore.” Hearing this, Anton froze for a moment, then smiled and pulled me closer. “That’s fine, I’ll go along with whatever you want. We’ll go wherever you’d like.” His voice was gentle as he said, “Just thinking that in two days I’ll be able to marry you makes me so excited I can’t sleep. I never imagined that the promise I made at eighteen could actually be fulfilled now that I’m twenty-five.” His eyes still sparkled as brightly as they had when he was eighteen, but my heart no longer raced the way it used to. The heavy cologne he wore carried a faint hint of jasmine, making me feel dizzy. My eyes began to sting. Memories flashed through my mind one by one. At eighteen that winter, I lost both my parents, and my life suddenly plunged into darkness. That’s when Anton appeared. He burst into my world radiating light, pulling me out of the abyss. He told me, “Camila, don’t be afraid. I’ll always be by your side. If your world is nothing but darkness, then I’ll be your light.” From that moment on, someone named Anton became part of my life. To protect that last glimmer of light, I had once given everything for him without hesitation. Back then, the head of the Reeds family was a notorious womanizer who, besides Anton, had two other illegitimate sons. Anton’s path to inheritance wasn’t smooth. The day before he was to officially take over, those two illegitimate sons had him kidnapped. To save him, I desperately threw myself in front of him and was stabbed. As a result, I have a gruesome ten-centimeter scar across my chest. After that incident, those who had once looked down on me changed their tune, respectfully calling me Anton’s fiancée and truly accepting me. And every time we made love, Anton would look at the scar on my chest and cry from heartbreak. But I felt my heart overflow with sweetness, believing it was proof of my love for him. The happier I smiled, the more heartbroken he cried. But now, everything has changed. I raised my hand to gently touch the spot on my chest. This scar—I don’t want to keep it anymore. And Anton—I don’t want him anymore either.

That night, as soon as I lay down in bed, Anton moved closer to me. The moment his hand slipped under the hem of my shirt, I caught it. “I’m a bit tired,” I said, turning away from him and fighting back nausea. I knew perfectly well that Anton had been with plenty of women over the years. Those women all bore some resemblance to who I used to be—whether in appearance, personality, or voice. I knew Anton didn’t love them, and he didn’t love me either. What he truly loved was the memory of that bright, radiant Camila who was willing to sacrifice everything for him. Anton withdrew his hand with obvious displeasure. “Well, you’ll be my wife in two days anyway. I’ll let you off the hook tonight.” “Mm,” I responded softly, my voice slightly muffled. The room fell quiet, and he still hadn’t noticed anything unusual about me. After a moment of silence, he sat up. “I just remembered I have some business to handle at the company. Tomorrow at 2 PM, my custom wedding dress and shoes will be delivered to the studio.” He paused, his tone softening slightly: “Just come straight to the studio to find me tomorrow.” His voice carried obvious displeasure, and like before, he was waiting for me to take the initiative to ask him to stay. But I didn’t want to do that anymore. People you can’t hold onto—no amount of pleading will make a difference. Anton got dressed, and just as his hand touched the door handle, I suddenly called out to him: “Anton, if I wanted to remove this scar, would you agree?” Anton froze for a moment, then nodded with obvious delight: “Of course I’d agree.” Perhaps realizing his emotions were too intense, he composed himself slightly, crouched down beside my bed, and his tone became gentle: “I just want you to look beautiful when you put on your wedding dress.” Looking at the deep affection in his eyes, I couldn’t help but laugh. Initially, Anton’s tears were genuine every time he saw that scar. But later, those tears gradually became mixed with irritation, impatience, and weariness. Every time he saw this scar, he was reminded of his own suppressed past, of the debt he owed me. He had repeatedly urged me to remove the scar, but I had never agreed. I never expected that my refusal would make me part of his suppressed past too. The moment the door closed, my tears finally broke free, sliding down my cheeks and soaking the pillow. Early the next morning, I went to the dermatology clinic. On my way to the clinic, I received a message from Nora: [Camila, I’m going to the studio today to help you try on the wedding dress. You don’t mind, do you?] My fingertips trembled slightly. I didn’t reply, just took a screenshot and saved it, planning to package it with other things as a gift for Anton when I left. Lying on the operating table, the cold sensation of the anesthetic needle piercing my skin made me shiver. I said, “Let’s begin.” I closed my eyes, and images of eighteen-year-old Anton and Camila floated through my mind. I thought to myself that if it were Anton from back then, he would surely feel heartbroken for me right now. The surgery went smoothly, though it was extremely painful. But when I saw my smooth skin restored, a slight smile curved my lips. From now on, neither my body nor my heart would bear any trace of Anton. After the surgery, I received another message from Nora, this time with a photo. In the photo, Anton and she were wearing a suit and wedding dress, looking so perfectly matched it was blinding. If you didn’t look carefully, I might have actually thought Anton had gotten his wish and found the “eighteen-year-old Camila” he preferred. I smirked mockingly. At 2:30 PM, I arrived at Anton’s studio right on time. He was focused on a PowerPoint presentation on his computer screen, his face glowing with anticipation for our future life together. Seeing me enter, he waved happily and casually picked up the wedding dress beside him to hand to me. He said, “Camila, try this one on! I spent over half a month designing this wedding dress and specially commissioned overseas master tailors to handcraft it. You’ll look absolutely stunning in it!” I took the wedding dress, and as I casually examined it, I noticed the lining had been torn open. I looked at Anton with a smile: “Anton, why is there a tear in this wedding dress? Someone else hasn’t worn it before, have they?” Hearing this, a flash of panic crossed Anton’s eyes: “How could that be possible? This dress was specially designed by me for you—it’s one of a kind in the world. How could anyone else have worn it?” He unconsciously clenched his fists, betraying his guilty conscience. “Then I’ll just change to a different one,” I said casually, pointing to a strapless train gown nearby. Anton frowned slightly: “But Camila, didn’t you say you only wanted to wear a wedding dress I designed?” “But it’s already torn,” I said, looking at him with a calm tone: “You wouldn’t want me wearing a damaged wedding dress at our wedding, would you?” Knowing he was in the wrong, Anton could only nod in agreement. When I emerged wearing the strapless train wedding dress, a flash of amazement crossed Anton’s eyes. But quickly, his expression turned to regret. I don’t know when his so-called love had become a form of constraint. He wanted me to forever remain that eighteen-year-old Camila—obedient, compliant, moving forward according to his rhythm. But I was already twenty-five. Anton approached, about to offer praise, but his gaze inadvertently fell on my chest, and he froze completely: “You really had the scar removed?” His fingers trembled as he gently touched the area around my collarbone. I nodded, turned in a circle in front of the mirror, my tone indifferent: “Didn’t I ask you about it yesterday? You were very supportive of me doing this.” As my words fell, Anton’s eyes involuntarily reddened. He opened his mouth but couldn’t say a single word. As I requested, the wedding was ultimately held on a luxury cruise ship. I sat quietly in the bridal suite, dressed in my wedding gown, waiting. Just then, Nora couldn’t help but send me another message. 【Camila, tell me, if I showed up at the wedding, would Mr. Reeds still choose you?】 【I’ll be honest with you—I’m on the ship right now. He spent the night in my room last night.】 【He doesn’t love you at all. What’s the point of taking up Mrs. Reeds’ position? Why don’t you just give it to me?】 Her words were brazen, making no attempt to hide her ambition and desire. I looked at Anton not far away, head down, staring at his phone. He frowned one moment, then broke into a tender smile the next. For the first time, I replied to her: 【As you wish.】 Just as I sent that message, Anton pushed open the door and walked in. He looked at me in my wedding dress through the mirror, his eyes filled with amazement. “Camila, you’re beautiful.” He sat down beside me, unconsciously rubbing his hands together like a nervous young man confessing to his crush for the first time. I took out a gift box I’d prepared earlier from my purse and handed it to him. Just as he was about to unwrap it, I gently pressed my hand over his. “This is my wedding gift to you. Wait until after the ceremony to open it.” He nodded in agreement, his eyes showing both anticipation and nervousness about the upcoming ceremony. Just as the makeup artist was about to touch up my eyebrows, he suddenly spoke up to stop her. He took the eyebrow pencil from the makeup artist’s hand and stood behind me. “Camila, let me draw your eyebrows for you,” he said with a smile. I nodded slightly. I suddenly remembered a story we’d read when we first met. The male protagonist had a wonderful relationship with his wife and often drew her eyebrows for her. Ever since then, to express his love, Anton had become obsessed with drawing my eyebrows too. Except he hadn’t done it in two years. I met his gaze through the mirror. “Anton, do you remember the promise you made to me when we were together?” This question made him pause in his eyebrow drawing. “I hate deception more than anything. If you ever lie to me, I’ll disappear forever, and you’ll never find me again.” His fingers trembled slightly, and the eyebrow line accidentally went beyond its outline. I looked at my slightly disheveled makeup in the mirror and calmly curved my lips. “What’s wrong?” “Camila, I would never lie to you. I truly love you.” I didn’t respond, only gestured for the makeup artist to take over and continue the work. After the wedding ceremony began, Anton nervously held my arm but kept glancing toward the entrance. I noticed his fidgeting, and the last trace of warmth in my heart quietly faded away. He hadn’t treasured my final day by his side. With his tacit approval, Nora had boldly replaced our wedding slideshow with a video of them in bed together. The moment the footage appeared, Anton panicked and shouted for someone to turn off the video. “Camila, let me explain!” He gripped my hand tightly, as if afraid I might run away. Only after the video was cut off did I slowly lift my head to look at him, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth. Seeing me smile made Anton even more nervous. He swallowed hard, seeming to sense that something was quietly slipping away. Under the gaze of all the guests, I shook off his hand, turned around, and rushed out of the wedding venue without hesitation. When he chased me to the edge of the deck, just one step away from me, I leaped into the vast ocean. Seeing me jump, Anton’s eyes widened as he lunged forward with a roar, but couldn’t even touch the hem of my dress. In the moment of falling, I smiled as I shed the last tear of my life. Anton, in this lifetime, we shall never meet again.

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After my mom saw news online about socialites marrying into wealthy families, she immediately signed up for a free training program online. My sister Maria thought those classes were all for show and insisted on continuing her studies. But since my grades weren’t great, Mom forced me to attend that training program anyway. A few years later, I became an internet socialite with a stunning figure and married a divorced movie star, achieving a complete class transformation. Meanwhile, my sister failed in her advanced studies and couldn’t find a good job. Our parents constantly mocked her, saying she wasn’t as capable as me. She had a complete emotional breakdown and stabbed me to death at my wedding of the century, then killed herself. When I opened my eyes again, I saw Mom excitedly asking me and my sister, “Which one of you wants to drop out and go to finishing school?” Maria beside me quickly stepped in front of me protectively, her voice full of excitement: “Me! I want to join the socialite program!” Looking at Maria’s excitement, I immediately knew she had been reborn just like me. I instinctively shrank back and didn’t dare speak up. Mom’s gaze swept over Maria, then turned to me. I quickly lowered my head and stayed silent. After a while, Mom asked me, “Rhett, do you want to give it a try?” Since my grades weren’t as good as my sister’s and I could barely make the top ten in my class, Mom was just asking casually. She already knew not to put all the family’s hopes on one person – you had to spread your eggs across different baskets and let us sisters take different paths. Hearing Mom ask this, Maria immediately turned to look at me, her eyes full of wariness and anger. I quickly shook my head with a sincere attitude: “How could I be as pretty as my sister? My figure isn’t as good as hers either. This kind of opportunity should go to her.” As soon as I finished speaking, Maria’s expression finally softened. She hugged Mom’s arm and shook it vigorously: “Mom, trust me, I’ll definitely become a top socialite and marry a rich man!” Mom finally nodded. Seeing Mom agree, Maria turned to look at me, her eyes full of smugness and superiority. But she didn’t know yet that this training program was actually pure hell. It turned an ordinary girl into a puppet who only knew how to please men. In my previous life, I didn’t marry for love or money – I was dragged into living hell. Maria dragged her suitcase and, just like I had in my previous life, was sent by Mom to the training facility in the neighboring city. I didn’t dare relax at all and quickly grabbed my books to dive into studying. There was still a month before school started – this was my most crucial period. In my last life, my grades were poor, so even when I went to the training program, I could only study secretly, hoping to turn things around someday through specialized entrance exams. Unfortunately, everything spiraled out of control later, and death completely took away my chance. But this time, I was living again. This time, I seized the opportunity to study. Although my talent wasn’t as good as Maria’s and I had to rely on rote memorization, the recitation from my previous life actually made my foundation more solid. When I reopened the books to study this time, it wasn’t as difficult as before. I studied desperately for a month and finally looked forward to the first day of school. The day before school started, Maria suddenly made a video call home. She chatted enthusiastically with Mom about life at the facility and happily showed off her newly done double eyelids. She caught sight of me eating in the corner and immediately mocked: “Some people don’t have great grades and can’t seize opportunities like I can. They’ll probably end up working in a factory later, right?” Mom glanced at me and added insult to injury: “Our Maria is still smart and hardworking. The teacher specifically praised her a few days ago, saying she learns everything quickly and will definitely marry a capable man in the future.” I kept my head down, eating my rice without saying anything. Seeing me stay silent, Maria looked even more smug. “Mom, Dr. Joel Fairfax who did my double eyelids is also really good at noses, but you have to pay out of pocket. He said our class gets a 20% discount. My nose bridge is a bit flat – if I could raise it a little, I’d definitely look better on camera. Could you give me twenty thousand dollars first?” As soon as she said this, I immediately remembered the scene from my previous life. The training facility had three types of classes in total, each with independent instructors. This Joel was the cousin of our instructor Sally Domont, a third-rate plastic surgeon.

In my previous life, Joel had also visited our class, specifically targeting girls with single eyelids for double eyelid surgery. Later, he expanded to nose jobs, with Sally helping him promote his services everywhere. Whenever someone was willing to pay for surgery, Sally would greet them with smiles and endless encouragement. At the time, I felt twenty thousand dollars was too much of a burden for my family, and more importantly, I had no interest in going under the knife on my face, so I didn’t sign up. From then on, Sally’s attitude toward me turned cold. She spoke to me with passive-aggressive remarks and got other classmates to isolate me behind my back. Right then, when Dad heard my sister Maria asking for money, his face immediately darkened. “Twenty thousand dollars for a nose job? How long would it take me to earn that back? Absolutely not!” But Maria’s eyes welled up with tears as she immediately started acting cute. “But everyone else in class is getting it done! Sally even praised us!” Maria lowered her head and continued coaxing our parents in her soft voice, “Sally said wealthy men all prefer women with high, prominent noses—it brings good fortune to their husbands. Once I marry a rich husband, Dad, you’ll be able to just sit back and count money!” Hearing this, Mom immediately made the decision. “Do it! We absolutely have to do it!” I kept my head down and said nothing. Go ahead, I hope she can handle the consequences. After school started, I didn’t dare slack off for a single day. I knew the gap between me and other students was huge, so I forced myself to study relentlessly, staying after class to pester teachers with questions. My only entertainment was listening to Maria report her successes to the family every few days. Her nose was indeed done beautifully—high and perky—but that was just the initial glamour. Joel was ruthless, using cheap materials for his surgeries. They looked good at first, but over time they would become inflamed, ulcerated, and prone to collapse. Maria later asked the family for money two more times—once for bone shaving to slim her face, and once for cheek fillers. Mom seemed to have made up her mind completely, determined to cultivate my sister into a socialite. No matter how much Maria asked for, Mom would grit her teeth and scrape the money together. Now Maria’s face was indeed more refined than before—pointed chin, prominent nose bridge, and large double eyelids that made her eyes look round and big. Sally treasured her even more as a prized student, calling her sister and teaching her every trick to please men. Maria would show off to Mom every time. Mom’s attitude toward her had completely changed too. Before, she was cold to both of us sisters, since she and Dad had always wanted a son. Unfortunately, Dad’s health problems ten years ago had ended their hopes of having more children. Now Maria had become her precious darling, while I became the unwanted burden. My parents treated me like I was invisible, which suited me fine—it saved me from having to put on an act around them. That Christmas break, Maria finally came home, and Mom dragged me along to pick her up. The moment she stepped out of the rideshare, she looked like a completely different person. Only seventeen, but she’d styled herself in a mature yet youthfully innocent mix—a designer Chanel-style jacket, a new limited-edition handbag, big wavy curls sprayed with expensive perfume, a curvaceous figure, and makeup so precise that every eyelash was perfect. She casually tossed her luggage to Mom, who immediately passed it to me without looking back. As soon as we entered the neighborhood, all the neighbors out for their evening walks stared at her, with compliments flowing one after another. “That girl clearly has good fortune—she’s a real little princess.” “So beautiful! She’s definitely going places. I wish my daughter was half as pretty.” “If my son ever looks for a girlfriend, he should find someone like her!” These were all longtime neighbors, and their envious praise made Mom beam with joy. Maria wore that gentle, soft smile of hers, politely responding to each compliment. But when she glanced at me, the mockery in her eyes was completely unconcealed. I just kept my head down and stayed silent, following behind her and Mom, and once we got home, I dumped the luggage in the room and immediately retreated to my bedroom to study. Before long, Maria followed me in. Seeing the test papers spread across my desk, she grabbed them without a word and tore them all to shreds. Her long nails waved in front of my face, the nude-colored fake nails nearly poking into my eyes. “With your pig brain, studying is useless. You’ll end up working for others anyway, maybe even screwing bolts in a factory.” She plopped down on my desk, crossing her legs and resting them on my chair back, her lips curled in mockery, her eyes filled with malice and madness. She was completely different from the soft, adorable version of herself she showed outside. I said nothing and just kept my head down. She suddenly kicked my chair hard, then grabbed my chin with a grip so tight it felt like she wanted to crush me. “Let me tell you something—everything you had in your past life, I’m going to take in this one! And I’m going to live a hundred times better than you! Don’t put on that high-and-mighty act in front of me! I’m disgusted by your fake innocent look! The suffering you endured in your past life, you’ll go through it all again! Got it?” She shoved me away, snorted coldly, and walked out in her expensive high heels. I watched her retreating figure, the corner of my mouth lifting in a silent smile. To completely destroy a venomous snake, you first have to lure it out and let it bite itself. Did Maria really think I would easily let go of the person who had killed me with her own hands this time?

In my previous life, I was forced to undergo plastic surgery, liposuction, breast augmentation, and even had two ribs removed from my waist. What suffocated me most was that genital reconstruction surgery. The pain wasn’t just physical—it felt like they were carving away pieces of my dignity. Not to mention those mandatory shame classes every night—teaching us how to please men, how to make them dependent on you, how to serve them like a perfect sex toy. This so-called socialite training academy claimed to teach us how to package ourselves as refined ladies, but in reality, it was just grooming girls to become playthings for wealthy men. I gritted my teeth and secretly called home, only to receive not rescue, but a torrent of curses from my mother. I spent little money and earned them little profit, so naturally I became the most useless one. After enduring several Christmases in that hellhole, I was nearly drained into an empty shell. Then, a turning point appeared. When the training academy was selecting a target for me, they chose a twice-divorced movie star—the same man who almost married me in my previous life, Evren Wynn. Actually, the academy didn’t want to waste much effort on me initially, but at a drinking party, he set his sights on me. He sent me jewelry and money, but the academy confiscated everything, claiming it was payment for the tuition I owed them. This training academy was never free—the bill just came later. The girls who weren’t picked by tycoons or old men met even worse fates. The contracts were filled with clauses designed to squeeze people dry—if you couldn’t climb up, you could only sink down. When Evren chose me, I found it absurd myself, but soon Sally had mapped out a “transformation” plan for me. From his ex-wife’s habits to his preferred lipstick shades, they helped me replicate everything one-to-one until I became his ideal type. I wasn’t without suspicions about his motives, thinking he just wanted a new plaything, but I never expected him to propose to me in front of so many people. My parents went crazy with excitement, and Sally felt she had produced an ace. That night, staring at the engagement ring, my heart was in turmoil. I thought I could finally escape the cage through this marriage, but deep down I knew this was just trading one hell for another hell dressed in flowers. While I hesitated, my phone received two strange messages. 【Run. Don’t say yes to him.】 【He’s a pervert, and his family is even worse.】 I sent back a question mark. Soon after, a pitifully clean burner account added me. 【Believe it or not, but if you really marry into that family, you won’t just be serving him alone. His father, his son, and himself—they’ll take turns. They’ll also film that stuff to blackmail you. Think it through!】 I felt like someone had slammed my heart with an iron hammer, and I nearly suffocated. 【Who are you?】 【A victim.】 At that time, Maria happened to be home for Christmas. With relatives visiting, she appeared poised and articulate, her eyes sparkling with warmth. She could cook wonderfully, and besides that, everything she said and did was flawless. The relatives looked at her like she was the family’s pride. Uncle Leo, after drinking, pointed at her and praised loudly: “You Lancasters have raised a wonderful daughter! Look at Maria’s appearance, her temperament—she’ll definitely marry into a good family.” My mother beamed with joy, waving her hand with false modesty: “She can marry whoever she wants, we won’t interfere!” Aunt Jane laughed even more enthusiastically: “Well, she should find a wealthy man to match our Maria. Maria, tell us what kind of person you’re looking for?” Maria blinked, smiled sweetly, and shyly pointed at the man singing on the living room TV, like a proper bashful young lady. “I already have a target—it’s him.” The man on TV was the same one who had driven me to desperation in my previous life—Evren Wynn.

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While setting up our wedding room, I, Maya Geller, discovered an unidentified stain on the bed sheets. Someone had already been in our new home where I was about to hold my wedding! My mind went blank, and I immediately video-called my fiancé Griffin Johnston. For once he answered instantly, but it was Griffin’s assistant Wren Parker who appeared on the screen. “The new bed is really soft—I tested it for you.” She smiled seductively and brazenly. I thought coldly to myself: “Perfect. I’m not marrying this man.” ***** When Wren picked up the video call, I was stunned for a few seconds before quickly composing myself: “Let me talk to Griffin.” When Wren picked up the video call, I was stunned for a few seconds before quickly composing myself: “Let me talk to Griffin.” Instead, she deliberately looked around at my surroundings and said softly, “Oh, you’re in the new room. The new bed is really soft—I tested it for you.” I felt dizzy and my head was buzzing. Staring at the woman on the screen, I was momentarily speechless. Wren’s gaze swept over the bed sheets behind me, her tone becoming increasingly smug: “The groom’s not bad either—I tested him for you too.” Only then did I notice her surroundings—a hotel room. Suppressing my surging anger, I struggled to stay calm and spoke again: “Where’s Griffin?” Wren’s eyes deliberately glanced in a certain direction as she said with feigned difficulty, “Mr. Johnston is working overtime, of course. He’s very busy.” Then a familiar voice came through: “Wren, come help me scrub my back.” I froze completely, opening my mouth but unable to make a sound. “You just want to trick me into joining you in the shower, you bad boy.” As Wren spoke, she winked at me and then hung up the video call. I collapsed to the floor, completely drained of strength, consumed by anger and pain. I don’t know how much time passed before I bitterly smiled and threw those bed sheets into the trash. Tomorrow was supposed to be Griffin’s and my wedding day. I was busy setting up our wedding room while he was busy getting a hotel room with his female assistant. I knew Wren had deliberately sabotaged my wedding. She succeeded. I sent Griffin a message: [Let’s break up. I don’t want to marry you anymore.] I didn’t want this defiled new home, let alone that contaminated man. Looking at the wedding figurine on the table—a couple in wedding attire embracing and smiling—I violently threw it into the trash. I smashed our wedding photo on the wall and tore up all the wedding decorations I had personally arranged. After sending a group message to friends and family canceling the wedding, I turned off my phone and went home. In the quiet, I unconsciously began recalling all the moments Griffin and I had shared over the years. I got myself completely drunk, just to fall asleep with alcohol’s help. The next morning, violent pounding on my door woke me up. Griffin stood at my doorstep with his groomsmen, all dressed in suits. The roses in his hands were scattered and crushed. Seeing my obviously hungover state, he roared furiously: “Maya! Are you out of your mind?!” His twisted, contorted face was truly ugly—I actually found it somewhat amusing. This smile further provoked Griffin. He violently threw the broken bouquet to the ground and bellowed: “Do you know today is our wedding day?!”

I rubbed my eyes, the fatigue from my hangover making me even more irritated. My tone unconsciously turned sharp: “Didn’t I make myself crystal clear? I’m not getting married! We’ve broken up—don’t you get it?” Griffin’s eyes were bloodshot, as if he was desperately trying to suppress his rage. He squeezed his eyes shut hard and said through gritted teeth: “Get changed right now and come with me. I’ll pretend nothing happened—I can forgive you this once.” What on earth made him think I was some lovesick fool? I just took my relationships seriously. What gave him the right to think I couldn’t survive without him? My gaze swept over the groomsmen behind him, all wearing expressions of someone watching a good show. I said: “Griffin! You’re the one who screwed up. Do you want to discuss your little affair with Wren right here? Get out! We’re done—understand?” He froze for a moment, his face changing dramatically. That arrogant attitude vanished instantly, his eyes began darting around, but he didn’t leave. His tone softened. He said: “You’ve got it all wrong. It’s my fault—I didn’t have time to explain everything to you beforehand. You can hit me or yell at me all you want later. Today is our wedding, the most important day of our lives. All our friends and family are waiting for us. Stop making a scene and come back with me, okay?” He smiled bitterly and shook his head, his eyes so sincere it was as if I was the one being unreasonable. Griffin’s mood swings were really something. Seeing the groomsmen shooting disapproving looks my way, his best friend even stepped forward to persuade me: “Maya, this really isn’t the time to throw a tantrum. After the wedding, you can do whatever you want.” Perfect. Griffin wanted to embarrass me in public, so I’d play along. But whatever happened next would be entirely his own doing. I nodded: “Fine, just give me a minute.” After washing up, I threw on a random dress and came back out. Griffin asked if I wanted to do my makeup and change into my wedding dress, but I refused both. His face darkened, but there wasn’t much he could do about it. The hotel was filled with guests from his family. Although my friends and relatives didn’t know what had happened, they already knew I’d canceled the wedding. But when they saw me walk in dressed like this, the atmosphere became noticeably awkward. Several guests immediately started criticizing me: “How can you be so selfish about something as important as a wedding? Saying you won’t come and then not showing up? Only Griffin would put up with you.” “Exactly! All these relatives and friends waiting here. If you didn’t want to get married, why didn’t you say so earlier!” “Alright, alright, Maya did show up after all.” Griffin’s mother, Hayley Johnston, took my arm and led me to sit beside her. Her face showed no sign of displeasure, and she even asked gently: “We couldn’t reach you anywhere—we were so worried. Did Griffin make you angry? Tell me, and we’ll help you teach him a lesson.” Griffin’s father, Michael Johnston, also chimed in with a smile: “That’s right, we’re all on your side.” Griffin’s parents had always been wonderful to me. Marrying into their family, I wouldn’t have to worry about getting along with them at all. Hayley was a thoughtful and tolerant elder, and Michael was gentle and generous. But Griffin’s infidelity was something I could never forgive, no matter what. I didn’t say anything for a moment. Hayley assumed I was still throwing a tantrum and said earnestly: “Maya, go get your makeup done and change clothes. I’ll make sure Griffin apologizes to you later.” “Right, don’t let such an important day go to waste,” Michael added his persuasion. I let out a long sigh, ready to explain the situation to them properly and resolve this peacefully. Just then, someone’s arrival interrupted me. Wren clicked in on high heels, wearing a flowing red dress, walking in with light, defiant steps. She smiled slightly, her gaze challenging as she looked at me, her exquisite makeup forming a stark contrast to my bare face. Her footsteps had a distinct rhythm that drew everyone’s attention. She said: “I’m not late, am I? Ms. Geller, congratulations on your wedding.”

I smiled back. Wren looked absolutely stunning, almost like she was the star of the wedding. Wren walked straight to the main table and sat down beside me in what should have been Griffin’s seat. As she bent down to sit, a glimmer of light at her neck caught my attention, and I couldn’t help but look closer. My heart, which I thought had already gone cold, somehow managed to drop a few more degrees. It was a diamond ring, identical to my wedding ring—a design I had created myself, the only one of its kind in the world. And now, it was hanging around the neck of Wren, the other woman. If my wedding had gone as planned, I had no idea what kind of ring Griffin would have given me. But whether it was some random substitute or something taken from his assistant’s neck, it all made me sick. I still couldn’t help but feel angry, digging my nails into my palms, trying hard not to lose my composure. Just then, Griffin walked into the banquet hall with the minister. “Isn’t the bride wearing a wedding dress? The red dress works too—it’s beautiful.” The minister clearly mistook Wren, dressed in her red gown with perfect makeup, for today’s bride and nodded approvingly. Wren glanced at me, then put on an embarrassed expression, quickly waving her hands. “No, I’m not today’s bride. Ms. Geller, please don’t misunderstand.” Griffin strode over with a dark expression, demanding, “Why haven’t you gone to do your makeup and change clothes? Do you even care about this wedding at all!” He reached out to grab me. Hayley quickly stepped forward to block him, scolding, “Griffin, can’t you speak nicely? Why are you being so harsh?” Wren jumped in at just the right moment, chiming in, “Exactly, Ms. Geller is just being a little stubborn. Mr. Johnston, just humor her a bit—don’t let it delay the wedding.” Griffin became even more furious, looking completely frazzled in front of all the guests. He pointed at me and shouted, “Maya, your stubbornness needs to have limits! Go change your clothes right now!” Wren stood up, gently patting Griffin’s arm to soothe him. “Don’t be angry. Just let Ms. Geller go change. I’ll help you greet the guests.” I said, “Since you’re so eager to greet the guests, why don’t you just go ahead and marry him too?” I didn’t want to keep enduring this anymore. It was clear that today wasn’t going to end peacefully. I raised my voice and announced, “Sorry for the spectacle, everyone. Please enjoy the food and drinks, but Griffin and I’s wedding ends here. We’re breaking up—consider yourselves witnesses.” “How long are you going to keep this up!” Griffin glared at me furiously. Wren immediately put on an anxious act, stamping her foot so her high heels clicked sharply against the floor. “Ms. Geller, you really have the wrong idea. I just wanted to help you greet your friends and family—nothing more.” What a performance. I crossed my arms and stared at her coldly. “Helping me greet guests is one thing, but did you help me sleep with Griffin too?” Wren was pleased with my reaction, a flash of triumph flickering in her eyes. In an instant, she put on the look of someone deeply wronged. “Ms. Geller, you really have such a deep misunderstanding about me.” I couldn’t help myself—I slapped her. She was quite the actress, but I was done wasting time with her games.

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On the day I returned from the International Anesthesiology Conference, I, Hannah Walker, learned at the airport that my boyfriend Apollo Stephens had gotten a marriage license with my twin sister Bailey Walker. Desperate to verify the truth, I was drugged by Bailey and forced into labor. As the fetus slipped from my body, still writhing, she crushed it under her foot. She said, “A substitute’s child wouldn’t be loved even if born. I’m just putting it out of its misery.” Then she picked up a scalpel, cut open my abdomen, and brutally carved out my uterus, leaving me to bleed to death. Apollo believed her lies, convinced that the child I carried wasn’t his. He ignored my desperate pleas for help, spread rumors that I had eloped with another man, and even erased all traces of my existence. He said, “She and I shall never meet again, in life or death.” It wasn’t until five years later that surveillance footage of Bailey’s brutal murder of me was exposed. ***** My soul floated in mid-air, staring at the paused frame on the computer screen. I gazed blankly at myself lying on the bed, a gaping hole in my abdomen, the white sheets long since soaked in blood, and a mosaic-blurred mass of flesh lying quietly on the floor. Even my face was pixelated. “Don’t know who could be so vicious. The victim had almost no ability to fight back—looks like she was drugged,” said Apollo’s colleague Cooper Olson, watching the footage with regret. “But this video the tipster provided is from five years ago. Is there still any point in reporting it now?” Apollo leaned forward: “No matter when, we should always speak for the vulnerable. Let’s watch it from the beginning.” I stared at his righteous silhouette, the nameplate on his desk clearly reading “Chief News Anchor Apollo Stephens.” In the five years since my death, he seemed to be doing quite well. Back then, Bailey had spread rumors that I was with Jeremia Harper, and apparently Apollo had easily believed it. My ashes were probably taken by Jeremia, which is why no one ever buried me properly. I became a wandering soul with nowhere to rest. Until a few days ago, when my urn was discovered. My ashes, along with this video, were sent to Vision News. Now, Apollo clicked play on the video. I nervously clenched my fists. The video began with the fetus falling from my body. He frowned and said, “A baby this size is at least five months along. She was definitely drugged.” He sighed softly: “It’s really not easy for a woman to carry a child. Bailey also tried for five years before getting pregnant.” Hearing about Bailey’s pregnancy, my heart felt like it was bleeding. That twin sister of mine, more gentle and considerate than I ever was, could actually conceive peacefully after committing such atrocities. While my child would never come back. Cooper patted Apollo’s shoulder: “Don’t worry. It wasn’t easy for you and Bailey, especially after Hannah hurt Bailey when she ran off with that man, leaving her health compromised ever since.” At the mention of my name, Apollo’s eyelashes trembled slightly, his expression clearly reluctant to discuss it. Cooper also sensed the awkwardness and coughed uncomfortably. Next, the pixelated Bailey in the video raised the scalpel and stabbed it viciously into me. Her movements were swift and decisive, completely unlike the woman who usually couldn’t even open a bottle cap. She roared and screamed, her voice almost unrecognizable. In the video, my head turned to the side, as if I felt no pain, only gazing at the bloody mass on the floor. My child would have been born in just a few more months. It was still moving, still struggling, crying out to me for help. But I hadn’t even thought of a name for it yet. I opened my mouth but couldn’t make a sound, only crying silently. Tears kept streaming down my face. Bailey leaned close to my ear, speaking in an almost inaudible voice: “What if he knew this child was yours and Jeremia’s?” I used my last bit of strength to grab her, shaking my head frantically, my voice still weak: “No! How could I possibly…” Apollo didn’t recognize my voice. If Bailey and I didn’t look identical, he probably would have forgotten what I looked like long ago. He stood up with a serious expression and walked straight toward the broadcast studio. Before leaving, he suddenly turned back and asked: “Has this video been turned over to the police?” Cooper nodded quickly: “Before sending it here, the anonymous tipster had already contacted the local Westchester County police.” “Westchester County?” Apollo’s brow furrowed slightly, as if remembering something, his breathing becoming somewhat rapid. Cooper noticed his reaction: “Apollo, are you okay?” Apollo didn’t say much more, only instructing: “Make sure to ask the police to decode the pixelation in the video.” Then he added: “Such a brutal killer can’t be allowed to remain at large.” I smiled bitterly in the air. Apollo, if you knew that the gentle wife you cherish so much is the real killer, would you still say that?

I was forced to follow Apollo, witnessing him deliver the entire news broadcast. Everything I had experienced before my death was now being made public. But no one knew, nor could anyone possibly believe, that the victim was the very international young anesthesiologist who had dominated the headlines five years ago on Christmas, accused of abandoning her career and having an affair. After Apollo finished work, he hurried to drive to the high-rise revolving restaurant in the city center. At the luxurious VIP table, a woman in elegant attire was already seated with her back turned. I recognized her immediately as Bailey. Apollo walked over, first kissing her cheek affectionately, then handing her the gift he was carrying. He said, “This is just for the baby. The little one will look adorable in this outfit.” Bailey’s eyes flashed with delight as she responded coquettishly, “Why are you in such a rush? I’m only two months pregnant. We don’t even know if this one will make it.” Apollo gently took Bailey’s hand and placed it on his chest, his gaze filled with adoration. He promised, “No matter what it takes, I’ll make sure this child is born safely.” I never expected Apollo to care so much about his child with Bailey. When I accidentally got pregnant back then, I went to him full of joy. But he only said indifferently that his job was unstable, that he couldn’t afford it, and told me to get rid of the baby. He didn’t even glance at the ultrasound report in my hands. I once thought he didn’t like children. Now I see he simply didn’t want to have children with me. Bailey’s grip on her glass gradually tightened, her brow furrowing slightly. She said, “It’s all my fault for being useless. Five years and I still haven’t been able to make you a father.” Apollo quickly took the glass from her hand and grasped her hands tightly. He comforted her softly, “How can you say that? It’s clearly Hannah who caused all this. How many times have you miscarried these past few years? How much suffering have you endured!” “I was just trying to be kind and reason with her…” Bailey seemed triggered, covering her head as her shoulders trembled with grief. “She’s not my sister! She doesn’t deserve to be!” Apollo pulled her into his arms with heartache. He said, “If I ever run into that bitch again, I’ll punish her severely and make her apologize to you! Come on now, don’t cry. It’s not good for your health.” I remembered that Bailey had an incomplete uterine septum, a congenital uterine malformation. This condition made her prone to miscarriages, with extremely low chances of successful pregnancy. She had been insecure about it, even hiding it from her family. I never expected that to cover up the truth later, she would deceive everyone into believing it was caused by my assault. I finally understood—she had my healthy uterus removed out of jealousy. I shook my head frantically in mid-air, desperately trying to expose her true motives. But no one could hear me, no one responded. Apollo then pulled out his phone and made a brief call. He said, “I told Gianna you weren’t feeling well and couldn’t attend her sixtieth birthday party tomorrow. See? She loves you so much, when has she ever said no?” My mother Gianna Walker’s birthday parties used to be mandatory for me to attend, while Bailey could come and go as she pleased. Because I was once her most beloved and proudest daughter. But things were different now. For Bailey’s smooth pregnancy, Gianna readily agreed to her missing the birthday party. Bailey said softly, “Mom loves me the most. Even if she agrees on the surface, she must be disappointed inside. Hannah has already disappointed her enough, so I should still go tomorrow.” My heart was instantly pierced with pain. She had taken away my marriage, taken away my life, and also taken away Gianna, who loved me most. No one knew the truth. As I watched in heartbroken anguish, Apollo gently wiped away the tears on Bailey’s face. “Bailey, you’re just too kind.”

This was less of a birthday party and more like they were throwing another wedding reception. From the moment Bailey walked into the venue arm-in-arm with Apollo, the two became the center of attention. Gianna sat quietly beside them, watching them with loving eyes. I unexpectedly spotted my closest colleague, Malia Owens, in the crowd. I instinctively raised my hand to wave at her, but watched as she walked straight toward Bailey instead. She embraced Bailey warmly, affectionately calling her “sweetheart.” She used to only call me that. She said, “Bailey, did you see the news? That incident your husband reported yesterday—it happened at our hospital!” For a moment, I actually looked forward to seeing panic flash across Bailey’s face. But quite the opposite happened—her expression remained calm. “Yeah, I noticed that too.” Malia frowned and shook her head. “I wonder if it’ll affect our hospital’s reputation. The last PR crisis we had was five Christmases ago when Hannah suddenly quit and left, causing the hospital to face massive complaints.” This was the first time I’d ever heard Malia speak my name with such disgust. Before, she would always defend me, standing firmly by my side and shielding me from gossip. Bailey lowered her head to take a sip of water and said casually, “Hannah must have had her reasons.” Malia slammed the table angrily. “Reasons? She cheated and ran off with someone else! How could she abandon all those patients?” Her voice suddenly rose, drawing stares from people around us. That’s when Apollo finally spoke up. “So many people were waiting for her that day. Someone with a critical condition nearly had their treatment delayed. Others missed their optimal examination window, which led to complications. Even Mr. Wallace got so upset he fell ill. Thank God Bailey was there. Despite her own injuries, she completed that emergency surgery.” Hearing how he referred to me, my heart felt like it was being crushed in someone’s fist. He wouldn’t even say my name anymore. Dean Henry Wallace also walked over and gently patted Bailey’s back. He said, “That’s right. Even though it was against protocol, you stepped in just in time. You later proved with your skills that my decision to promote you to Hannah’s position was the right call!” Colleagues around us applauded, showering Bailey with praise. Even Gianna stood up and said, “Even though they’re twins, Bailey is so much better than Hannah. Hannah might as well be dead.” Looking at the undisguised hatred on Gianna’s face, my heart ached. I thought, “But Mom, do you know? I am dead. If you knew I was dead, would you be sad?” At that moment, a flash of smugness crossed Bailey’s eyes before she casually looked toward Apollo. She asked, “Apollo, if Hannah died, would you be sad?” “No.” Apollo answered without hesitation, his tone so decisive it seemed like he’d rehearsed it countless times. He said, “Someone as shameless as her—even if she had given birth to that child, she deserved to be trampled to death. She betrayed her profession and hurt so many people. She should have died on the operating table, cut open and gutted. Her death would be a blessing to humanity.” I stared at Apollo in shock, listening to him speak words that seemed to prophesy my death, my mind flooding with memories of that despair and agony. I thought, “But Apollo, you were the biological father of that child!” Tears of blood fell as I smiled bitterly and whispered, “Apollo, congratulations. You got your wish.” The moment Henry mentioned me, his expression changed instantly. “Someone like Hannah—I was completely blind back then. If I’d known what she was really like, I never would have recommended her to the hospital!” Malia immediately chimed in: “You weren’t the only one who misjudged her! I trusted her for so many years, and it turns out she was just putting on an act in front of me the whole time!” I covered my mouth, hardly able to believe what I was hearing. I’d always thought that even if Bailey deceived her family, my colleagues wouldn’t erase all my past efforts and achievements. I thought they would at least believe in my commitment to professional ethics. I never imagined that eight years of working together couldn’t withstand a few malicious lies. Just then, Apollo’s phone buzzed with a message. Someone had sent him a video. Worried about upsetting Bailey, he excused himself to his colleagues, saying he needed to step away for a moment. I followed him into the restroom. He opened the message. [Mr. Stephens, this surveillance footage isn’t very clear to begin with, but we’ve managed to restore the victim’s image.] [The victim appears to be connected to you somehow. You should take a look yourself.] My breath caught as I thought: “Can they really decode that pixelated footage?” The video began playing, the image gradually becoming clearer. I saw my own face appear in the frame. Apollo watched it over and over again, at least a dozen times. After what felt like an eternity, he suddenly punched the bathroom door. Then he immediately called the officer: “Is there any possibility this video was fabricated?” The voice on the other end replied: “We haven’t found any evidence of tampering so far.” Apollo’s face was filled with disbelief. He said: “As a journalist, I have to maintain a rigorous attitude toward the authenticity of evidence. And given my relationship with her, I have every reason to suspect someone deliberately created this for me to see.” I couldn’t help but feel heartbroken. Bailey could win his trust with just a sentence or two. But now, even seeing me in the video with his own eyes, he still firmly believed the footage was fabricated. He was even convinced that I had faked my death to escape and be with someone else. He pressed further: “Please give me information about whoever provided this video.” But of course, the police couldn’t reveal such information. So he contacted his assistant instead, demanding they investigate everything related to Westchester County and me. With his mind heavy with thoughts, he returned to his seat. His gaze toward Bailey became complicated. Noticing this, Bailey immediately asked with concern: “What’s wrong? Do you have work to handle?” Apollo brushed it off with a few words, saying it was work-related. After a few drinks, he casually asked: “By the way, where did you say Jeremia was from?” Bailey’s expression faltered slightly. She said: “They mentioned going to Westchester County, but I don’t know where they went after that.” I saw Apollo let out a cold laugh. He was probably even more convinced now that I had orchestrated the entire video. He didn’t trust me, and he didn’t even trust the police. Seeing his frown deepen, Bailey asked softly: “Why are you suddenly bringing him up? Did something happen at work that made you think of her?” She put on an act of being hurt and jealous. Perhaps afraid of frightening her, Apollo softened his tone: “There’s a news story involving Westchester County, and I suddenly remembered that man seemed to be from that area too, so I was just asking.” Bailey paused briefly, then asked nonchalantly: “Are you planning to investigate this case?” Apollo shook his head naturally: “No need. I’ve already turned it over to the police.” A flash of panic crossed Bailey’s eyes. Just then, Apollo received a message about Jeremia’s hometown address. He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair, preparing to leave, but Bailey stopped him. Bailey said: “Today is Mom’s sixtieth birthday. Where else could you possibly want to go?” The others nearby heard this and joined in trying to stop him: “Exactly! It’s rare for everyone to be together like this. Are you really going to abandon Bailey and Gianna to go find someone else?” Malia looked particularly displeased: “Don’t talk about work. I heard you already cleared your schedule for Bailey. You’re not leaving!” Apollo was getting impatient. He simply said a friend had an emergency and needed his help. Then he politely apologized to Gianna and walked straight out, ignoring everyone’s attempts to make him stay. Bailey remained seated, motionless, watching his retreating figure with eyes full of unease.

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