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Sharon Foster met the charming pilot Tyler Moore at the airport during Christmas. They had just met when Tyler invited Sharon to take his private jet to a remote island. Something felt off to me, so I advised Sharon to think it over carefully. Seeing Sharon hesitate, Tyler turned and invited Sharon’s female colleague instead. Soon after, Sharon’s colleague posted wedding photos on social media, with Tyler as the groom. Sharon was jealous of her colleague and, when I wasn’t paying attention, plunged a knife into my chest, her face twisted with rage as she screamed: “If you hadn’t stopped me, I would be Tyler’s wife now!” When I opened my eyes again, I had somehow returned to the day I went to pick up Sharon at the airport. Looking at the private jet not far away, Sharon shyly lowered her head and said, “I’ve never been on a private jet before. Do you think I should say yes?” ***** “Anne, do you think I should say yes to him?” Hearing Sharon’s familiar voice, I looked up in shock, frantically pressing my hand to my chest. There was no knife wound there. I had been reborn! In my previous life, I had died at Sharon’s hands. That day, I saw the wedding photos of Sharon’s colleague on social media and wanted to talk to Sharon about it, but she killed me instead. As I lay dying and tried to call for help, Sharon kicked my phone away, twisted the knife handle with hatred, and cursed at me: “Anne, if you hadn’t stopped me, I would be Tyler’s wife now. You ruined my entire life, you have to die!” I begged Sharon to take me to the hospital, but it only made her attack more viciously. That sharp fruit knife stabbed me ten times. Seeing me lost in thought, Sharon pushed me irritably and said, “Anne, why aren’t you saying anything? Don’t tell me you’re jealous that someone’s hitting on me?” Feeling my beating heart, I tried to calm down and said casually, “If you want to go, then go.” Sharon was completely absorbed in the joy of being invited by Tyler and didn’t notice my cold tone. She excitedly grabbed my bag and rummaged through it: “Anne, when I come back from this trip, I’ll be Tyler’s wife! Where’s your powder compact and lipstick? Quick, give them to me!” All I wanted was to get far away from here. I reached out and snatched my bag back, saying, “I didn’t bring those. Since you’re going on a trip with him, I’ll head out first.” Seeing me turn to leave, Tyler quickly stepped in front of me and said, “You two are friends, right? Why don’t you come along?” Looking at Tyler’s sleazy demeanor, I recalled everything I had witnessed after my death in the previous life and couldn’t help but shudder. Back then, my spirit had wandered and drifted all the way to the island they had mentioned. The island not only had armed guards patrolling, but in secluded corners were multiple waist-high metal containers, each one containing a female victim who had been dismembered. Sharon’s colleague, whom she had been so jealous of, was among them. Her face was covered in blood and she had long since lost her life. I trembled slightly and was about to refuse when Sharon stepped in front of me and said, “Captain, no need to invite her. When I wanted to go with you earlier, she held me back and told me to think carefully. She’s too scheming. How can we properly enjoy the island scenery with her around?” Tyler looked me over with malicious eyes and nodded, “I actually think she’s right. Sharon, although I fell for you at first sight, it is rather presumptuous for us to travel alone together on our first meeting. We should bring your friend along.” Hearing Tyler’s words, my heart suddenly lurched. I hadn’t expected Sharon to directly tell Tyler that I had seen through his scheme. Tyler must now be worried that I would remember his face and help the police track him down. He wanted to take us both away and imprison us for torture! I felt scared but tried to stay calm as I backed away, saying, “I won’t go. I still have urgent matters to handle at the company. Hope you two have fun.” After saying this, I immediately tried to run, but Sharon suddenly grabbed my wrist. She glared at me angrily and said mockingly, “He already invited you. Stop acting all high and mighty. Hurry up and get on. You wouldn’t want to keep the captain waiting, would you, you nobody?” Looking at Sharon’s disdainful expression, I said angrily, “I told you I need to go back to work. If you want to go, go by yourself. Don’t drag me into it.” Seeing us at an impasse, Tyler casually put his hand on my shoulder and said, “You’re Anne, right? Sharon has invited you so warmly, it would be rude not to go.” I hadn’t expected this psychopath to actually threaten me. I looked around, wanting to call security, only to realize that in order to accompany Sharon to see the private jet, we had walked to a secluded area. Not only was there no security here, but there were also several menacing-looking thugs lurking around.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead as I forced a smile and leaned close to Sharon’s ear, whispering, “I’m going to buy you makeup. You’ll be staying overnight on the island, so you’ll definitely need cosmetics, right?” “What if Mr. Moore falls for another woman if you don’t wear makeup?” Sharon grabbed my hand and said, “You should have said so earlier! Go quickly then. I want Chanel lipstick and powder compact—don’t get the wrong shades.” I nodded with relief and turned to run. But Tyler spoke up: “So it’s about makeup. Sharon, I’m so wealthy and have my own private island—how could I possibly not provide you with cosmetics?” “Come on up. If the weather changes, it won’t be good for takeoff.” Sharon nodded repeatedly after hearing this: “Tyler, you’re so thoughtful. Anne, don’t go anymore. Let’s get on the plane quickly.” While we were talking, the thugs hiding around us had slowly closed in. I was so nervous I was about to cry. I thought to myself: “I just got reborn, and am I going to die at their hands again? I absolutely won’t let that happen!” Just as I was caught between a rock and a hard place, a taxi suddenly pulled up in the distance. I ran over desperately and said, “Sharon, my ride is here! You go on your trip—I need to get back to the office to work on a project proposal!” Seeing my panicked state, Sharon sneered, “You’re so useless. With such a great opportunity, all you can think about is work. No wonder you’ll be poor your whole life!” I didn’t want to argue at all and immediately jumped into the taxi, saying, “Drive! To Central Tower in Midtown Manhattan.” The taxi driver had originally wanted to stop and rest, but when a passenger suddenly got in, he didn’t ask many questions and just started the car toward Manhattan. In the rearview mirror, I saw several thugs chase out from their hiding spots, but seeing the car drive away, they could only stop reluctantly. Sharon put on a show of calling out to me a few times, then turned and followed Tyler onto the private jet. Watching the plane rise into the sky, my heartbeat finally returned to normal. I thought to myself: “Sharon, in my past life you blamed me for stopping you from enjoying the good life. This time, go ahead and experience it for yourself!”

As soon as I got back to the office, I slammed my bag down on the desk with a furious expression and complained loudly: “Sharon asked me to pick her up, but then she stood me up! When she gets back, she owes the whole company coffee!” Hearing my complaints, my colleagues gathered around asking what had happened. I angrily shouted: “I’m already swamped with work, but I still made time to pick up Sharon. Then she runs into some pilot and just ditches me to go on a private jet vacation with him! What a waste of my time. Not only did she go herself, but she wanted to drag me along too. She never even considered how busy I am, and when I refused, she had the nerve to call me someone who doesn’t know how to enjoy life. I’m so pissed!” Hearing such an outrageous story, my colleagues excitedly pressed for more details. Just then, Sharon’s boyfriend Kevin Smith pushed through the crowd with a dark expression and approached me, saying: “Anne, don’t you know Sharon has a boyfriend? How could you let her go traveling with some strange man?” Seeing Kevin’s angry demeanor, I actually felt secretly relieved. Kevin had a hot temper, and with Sharon’s instigation, he’d already harbored resentment toward me. If something really happened to Sharon, he might redirect his hatred onto me. That’s exactly why I chose to spill everything as soon as I got back to the office—so he’d know this was Sharon’s own choice. I put on a wronged expression and said: “Why is no one being reasonable here? Sharon got so excited when she saw the pilot and private jet that she couldn’t wait to leave. Picking her up isn’t my obligation. She’s the one who stood me up, yet you’re blaming me! From now on, handle your own problems—I’m done getting involved!” Seeing me cry pitifully, my colleagues started criticizing Kevin. Kevin stood in the crowd, clenching his fists and muttering to himself: “Sharon, how dare you do this to me. When you get back, I’m going to teach you a lesson!” Finally relaxed, I slumped into my chair and said: “I’ve fallen behind on so much work, I’ll have to stay late today.” The day passed without further incident. As soon as I got home, I received a call from Sharon. Watching her name flash continuously on my phone screen, I quickly put it on silent and placed it far away. For the rest of my life, I never want to have anything to do with Sharon again! When I woke up the next day, I found my phone flooded with countless unread messages. Staring at those notifications, I silently gripped my phone. In my previous life, Maggie Dixon, the female colleague who went traveling with Tyler, didn’t have her incident until several days later. I didn’t know whether I should read these messages Sharon had sent me. Based on the timeline, she should still be safe now, probably asking me to help call the police. I finally opened the text messages. [Why aren’t you answering your phone? I should have just had you buy me cosmetics. The stuff here isn’t even name brand.] [Can you bring me some cosmetics? I’ll reimburse you for the travel expenses.] [Never mind, don’t bother. Tyler says he loves how I look without makeup.] [He’s going to propose to me! I’m so touched. I’ve finally found true love!] [We’re getting married the day after tomorrow. Tyler wants you to be my maid of honor. We’ll pick you up tomorrow. Dress up nicely, but don’t look too pretty. Remember to prepare a wedding gift!] Reading this message, I was horrified. Today? In my previous life, Maggie and Tyler had also held a wedding, but that crude ceremony was just a makeshift setup Tyler had thrown together for photos. His purpose was to make everyone think Maggie was happy after marriage, delaying the discovery of the crime. The wedding hadn’t invited anyone at all. But this time… I didn’t bother changing clothes and ran downstairs in my pajamas to catch a cab back to my family home on Long Island. “To Long Island, I’ll pay double the fare!” Halfway there, Sharon called me again. I gripped my phone, my heart racing. After the phone stopped vibrating, I texted my supervisor. [I’ve got the flu and feel terrible. I really need to take two days off.] As soon as I sent the text, I received a message from Sharon. [What’s wrong with you? Are you so jealous you’ve lost your mind? You won’t even answer my calls!] [We’re downstairs at your place. Come down right now. Remember to bring my gift!] [How come no one’s home? Did you go to work this early? Hurry up and take two days off to keep me company!] [Your coworkers all say you have the flu. Are you just trying to avoid giving me a gift? Anne, you have to prepare a wedding gift for me!] After that, she stopped texting, and I finally arrived home. Seeing me in my pajamas, my mom was startled and quickly pulled me inside. Before I could even sit down, I received a call from a coworker. After hesitating, I chose to answer. My colleague’s excited voice immediately came through. “Anne, you really missed out by not coming in today! Sharon and her new boyfriend got into a fight with Kevin downstairs at the office!”

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My sister Megan Johnson and I are twins. I’ve been frail since childhood and was sent to Grandfather’s ranch to learn combat skills, which made me hot-tempered. Megan grew up with our parents, excelled academically, had a gentle personality, and never argued with anyone. In my previous life, she married veteran William Nelson, who’s now an automotive factory executive. Neither of them was good with words, and eventually Megan died young due to misunderstandings between them. I married middle school teacher Vincent Taylor. Vincent found my behavior crude and would rather stay at school than come home. This time we were reborn on our wedding day. Seeing Megan’s worried expression, I asked, “How about we swap grooms?” Megan nodded frantically, “Yes!” ***** The church bells woke me up. I opened my eyes to see a room full of flowers and Megan looking troubled. During our previous wedding, she was shy and sweet, but seeing her like this now, I guessed she’d been reborn too. In her past life, she married automotive executive William and should have been happy. But after marriage, they lived like strangers, and eventually Megan died due to a misunderstanding. After I married Vincent, he found me insufficiently elegant and refused to come home. I ended up dying alone. I grabbed Megan’s hand, “Megan, let’s switch grooms.” Megan nodded, “Okay!” Then she hesitated, “No, William isn’t a good man.” Seeing Megan’s concern, I was touched. Though we’re twins, I was weak as a child and sent to Grandfather James Cooper’s place to learn self-defense. Megan and I didn’t have many chances to meet, but she always saved her allowance to buy me clothes and cared for me. I said, “Sis, I know how to deal with someone like William who’s not good with words.” Megan smiled through her tears. Unlike Megan’s gentle kindness, I’ve been hot-tempered since childhood. I said, “Megan, help me out. You handle Vincent, that bookworm.” Vincent was my husband in my previous life, a middle school teacher. Our personalities were completely incompatible. In the past life, he was gentle with others but found me crude, and we got along terribly. Megan patted my head, “Alright, let’s switch grooms!” By the time the wedding began, we’d already swapped wedding dresses and used veils as head coverings. Though our family was puzzled about why we were wearing veils, they didn’t ask many questions. Amid the blessings, I got into William’s car and went to his apartment. As an executive, even though William was reluctant, his mother Margaret Nelson still threw a grand wedding. William had finally agreed to marry, and she wanted everyone in the community to know about it. Honestly, there was a huge gap between our family and the Nelsons. But everyone knew William was obsessed with his ex-girlfriend Janet White and had refused to marry for many years. Finally, Margaret threatened suicide, and he compromised. So they chose the gentle and intelligent Megan. In her previous life, Megan was unaware of this and only found out when it was too late. Vincent and I had an engagement arranged by James. James insisted on honoring the agreement despite my objections. Eventually, we began our unhappy marriage. Thinking about this, I hit William.

Through my white veil, I could see William’s expression barely changed—he just frowned slightly. Just as Megan had said, he was indeed an unromantic tough guy. “William, congratulations on your wedding. I wish you happiness.” A gentle voice drifted over, and I looked up at the speaker. A blonde girl in a white dress stood there, looking delicate and charming. Her eyes glistened with tears as she smiled at William, putting on a pitiful appearance. No wonder Megan had died of heartbreak in my previous life. Janet clearly knew how to manipulate situations. Speaking to the groom like this at someone else’s wedding was incredibly rude. “Janet, we didn’t invite you!” Margaret’s furious shout echoed throughout the garden. “Margaret, I just came to offer my blessings. If I’m not welcome, I’ll leave right now.” With that, Janet cast another pitiful glance at William. Before he could react, I lifted my veil, stood on my tiptoes, and kissed William on the cheek. “Of course we welcome you,” I said. “It’s our honor that Janet came to bless William and me. Isn’t that right, darling?” I looked at William tenderly. This usually composed man seemed a bit flustered. “Yes, but wait—who are you? Where’s Megan?” While the guests were still whispering about my bold move, William finally stammered out the question. “From today on, you’re my husband,” I said. “I’m very reasonable, but I absolutely despise unfaithful men. If I ever catch you cheating after marriage…” I glanced around, spotted a baseball bat in the chapel, walked over, picked it up, and snapped it in half. “This will be your fate!” I declared. I stared directly into William’s eyes. Whether it was my imagination or not, I thought I saw him smile briefly before his expression returned to calm. Meanwhile, Janet’s face had turned deathly pale as she looked at William pitifully. “The bride is so beautiful,” Janet said. “William is so lucky. But isn’t it inappropriate for them to marry so hastily?” She put on a sad yet understanding expression. “Abigail, I support you,” Margaret said, stepping in front of me and looking at Janet with disdain. Since Margaret was backing me up, I could be even bolder. “Janet, thank you,” I said. “But this is our wedding, and it has nothing to do with you. If you care so much about William, then you should marry him yourself. Your behavior is completely out of line.” With that, I linked arms with Margaret, preparing to leave. I wanted to see whether William would go comfort his ex-girlfriend or choose to leave with me. If he really was that clueless, I’d divorce him on the spot.

Outside, the spaghetti dinner was in full swing. I sat in the bedroom eating the meal Margaret had prepared, taking in my surroundings. The Nelson family was clearly well-off. If it weren’t for Janet’s presence, William probably would have married long ago. Just as I was getting drowsy, William pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing his hesitant expression, I cut straight to the point: “I heard you have a former girlfriend you’re deeply in love with. I didn’t want Megan to suffer, so I came in her place.” “You’ve misunderstood my relationship with Janet. I do help her often, but there’s a reason for that. I don’t love her—don’t worry.” Under the dim lamplight, William explained earnestly. Honestly, I didn’t care whether he loved someone else. I had to get married eventually anyway. If William was a good man, that would be my good fortune. If he wasn’t, I could still make it on my own. But since he’d said as much, I decided to take him at his word for now. With that thought, I moved closer to William, rising on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear: “Mr. Nelson, would you like to develop a romantic relationship with me?” My fingers traced slowly down from his cheek, gently brushing over his Adam’s apple as I felt his breathing suddenly quicken. William froze, but his body temperature kept rising. I laughed softly and said, “Tonight is our wedding night. Don’t you plan to do something about it?” William stared at me with burning eyes. Suddenly, he swept me up and tossed me onto the bed. “I’m sorry. I won’t let this kind of thing happen again.” William’s voice was husky as he gazed at me with excitement. Unable to resist the atmosphere, I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck and gently kissed his Adam’s apple. I said, “I hope you can keep that promise…” In the flickering candlelight, I looked at William with some shyness. William truly lived up to his Marine background—his physical condition was impressive. William trembled as he carefully unbuttoned my clothes. As his breathing drew closer, I closed my eyes. The shrill ring of the telephone suddenly pierced the air, and William’s movements stopped. “It might be something from the company. Give me a moment, darling.” With that, he answered the persistently ringing phone. The old phone had poor sound isolation, and I could clearly hear Janet’s sobbing voice on the other end. She said, “William, I can’t breathe. Could you take me to the hospital? My parents aren’t home…” I frowned and sat up, buttoning my clothes while watching William’s conflicted expression. I said, “Tonight is our wedding night, and you’re going to abandon me to see another woman?”

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When my biological father Jaxon Thomson and mother Rosie Thomson brought me home, I only had a backpack and my therapy dog with me. Just because their adopted daughter Sophie Thomson said she wanted to eat dog meat barbecue on Christmas, they actually killed my dog. I flipped the table and smashed the Thomson mansion into chaos. Rosie said disappointedly, “Don’t you know Sophie suffers from depression? She was finally happy for once, and you ruined it all over a dog.” Jaxon looked at me coldly: “You’re just mentally ill. I really regret bringing you back.” Sophie’s eyes were red-rimmed as she pushed the barbecue in front of me: “Dad, Mom, don’t blame Olivia. Olivia, since you love this dog, I’ll give it back to you.” I let out a cold laugh. What they didn’t know was that Sophie’s depression was fake, but my mental illness was real. ***** Rolly was missing. That Labrador who would always run out to nuzzle me the moment he heard my voice seemed not to have heard my calls today. I clenched my fists. Rolly was my lifetime therapy dog, and the only method the psychiatric hospital had found to control my behavior. Without Rolly, I would become like I was in the psychiatric hospital again. Just thinking about how all the doctors, nurses, and patients in the psychiatric hospital would scream in panic when they saw me having an episode made me shudder. No! I couldn’t lose Rolly! I didn’t want to be treated like a monster again! I wanted to be normal! I searched tirelessly throughout the Thomson mansion. Although I had lived here for six months, I still felt like a stranger. He was nowhere to be found in the bedrooms, storage rooms, or backyard. I slammed the last door shut hard, realizing I was losing control of my strength. I pinched my arm, barely regaining my composure, and opened the monitoring app on my phone with trembling hands. After leaving the psychiatric hospital, I had installed monitoring equipment on Rolly’s collar in case I couldn’t find him. But the live feed showed only pitch black, and the history could only be viewed after finding the memory card. The ominous feeling in my heart grew stronger, and I began uncontrollably biting my nails. Just as I was about to go out and post missing dog flyers, Sophie walked in. She was dressed very sweetly, with a cute smile on her face. But when she looked at me, her eyes were malicious. I was used to her looks, so I walked toward the door without hesitation. But Sophie called out to me: “Olivia, where are you going? Today is Christmas. Dad, Mom, and I are planning to barbecue. The ingredients are very special this time. Come eat with us.” I responded coldly: “No, I don’t celebrate Christmas.” “There’s a feast today. If you miss it, you’ll regret it.” Sophie’s tone was meaningful. I froze, feeling inexplicably uneasy. But the urgency of finding Rolly weighed on my mind, so I quickly left. When I finished posting the missing dog flyers and returned to the Thomson mansion, the lights had just come on inside, and steam had condensed into water droplets on the glass windows. Jaxon, Rosie, and Sophie were sitting around the dining table, chatting happily. Seeing me, Sophie waved and said with a smile: “Olivia, come eat the barbecue. It smells so good.” Rosie looked at me reproachfully: “We haven’t seen you all afternoon. Sophie specially saved you a big portion.” I frowned, about to refuse, when Sophie picked up a plate: “We’ve been busy all afternoon. This dog meat is particularly fragrant. Olivia, won’t you really try some?” Dog meat? I froze in place, suspecting I was having auditory hallucinations again. I mechanically turned my head to look at the dining table, then at Sophie’s face. A nightmarish suspicion formed in my mind. I tried to find flaws in Sophie’s expression: “Where’s my Rolly?” Sophie blinked innocently: “You mean that dog? It’s right here.” I stared intently at that plate of barbecue, feeling dizzy. “I wanted to eat dog meat barbecue this morning, so Dad and Mom helped me process the dog. There’s still lots of meat left in the fridge. We can continue eating dog meat pizza tomorrow.” Sophie kept talking, like an evil spirit whispering in my ear. I suddenly raised my hand and knocked the plate from her hands, ignoring the shocked cries behind me, then rushed to the kitchen. In the freezer, the only place I hadn’t searched, there were large chunks of blood-red meat, bones and flesh covered with a layer of white frost. There was even a tuft of unplucked dog hair on top, the color of Rolly’s fur. I suddenly bent over and began vomiting violently.

The commotion in the living room still hadn’t stopped. Ever since I pushed her to the ground, Sophie had been crying nonstop. She threw herself into Rosie’s arms, sobbing as she said, “This is all my fault. I stole Olivia’s life, so she has every right to hate me.” Rosie immediately looked at her disapprovingly. “You and she are both my children. In my heart, you are my biological daughter. I won’t allow you to put yourself down like this anymore.” Jaxon also gently stroked her hair, his expression full of concern. Sophie lifted her head from Rosie’s shoulder and met my gaze. Then she smiled, not a trace of sadness on her face. Seeing her provocative look, I walked over and flipped the dining table. Scalding soup and food scattered across the floor, inevitably splashing onto them. Jaxon frowned. “Olivia, what are you doing? Even if you’re upset, there’s no need to act so uncouth.” Rosie quickly pulled Sophie back. Ignoring the stains on her own arm, she hurried to wipe Sophie’s dress clean. I stood in the midst of the chaos, staring intently at Sophie. “You killed my dog and ate it, didn’t you?” Sophie shrank fearfully into Rosie’s embrace, successfully gaining protection. “Olivia, I just wanted to eat dog meat. Since there happened to be a dog at home, Dad made it into food for me.” Her eyes were red-rimmed, her voice firm yet pitiful. “Dad only did this for my sake. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Please don’t be angry with Dad.” Jaxon raised his hand to stop her, looking at me seriously. “Olivia, I haven’t wronged you, and I’ve fulfilled my responsibilities as a father. What exactly are you dissatisfied with about this family?” I kicked over the floor lamp and threw the remaining two chairs across the room. “Rolly wasn’t just any ordinary dog, and certainly not your food.” Jaxon continued, “It was just a dog.” Suddenly, the couch made a harsh scraping sound as it moved. Within five minutes, the room was in complete chaos, and everyone stood frozen. Rosie said disappointedly, “Don’t you know Sophie has depression? She was finally happy for once, but you ruined it all over a dog.” Jaxon looked at me coldly. “You’re mentally ill. I really regret bringing you back. I should have left you to die out there.” Sophie, eyes red with tears, pushed the only remaining plate of meat toward me. “Dad, Mom, don’t blame Olivia. Olivia, since you loved this dog so much, I’ll give it back to you.” I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. What they didn’t know was that Sophie’s depression was fake, while my mental illness was real. I let out a soft snort and flexed my wrist. Sophie cried out to me again, “Olivia…” Suddenly, a crisp slap cut off her words. A clear handprint quickly appeared on Sophie’s face, and her crying turned into screaming. Amid the screaming, Rosie suddenly became stern, no longer able to maintain her elegant, gentle expression. Almost simultaneously, she slapped me too. “I didn’t bring you back so you could bully Sophie. She developed depression because of your return, but I still kept you here. Why can’t you just be considerate of her?” I smiled sarcastically. The beloved Sophie suddenly learning she wasn’t biological and developing depression from fear of abandonment—only these two idiots would believe such a script. While I was swallowing pill after pill for bipolar disorder, they were worried about whether Sophie had taken the vitamin C from her antidepressant bottle. Unfortunately, as long as they believed it, Sophie felt it was enough. Standing behind Jaxon and Rosie, she silently mouthed to me, “I won.”

Indeed, whenever Sophie shed even a single tear, Jaxon and Rosie would feel heartbroken, let alone when I had slapped her. But I didn’t stop. I stared straight at her. “Sophie, apologize to Rolly.” Sophie’s eyes widened as tears quickly welled up. “Olivia, you can hate me, but you can’t humiliate me.” Rosie’s face turned ugly. “Olivia, we’ve been tolerant enough with you. Look what you’ve done to this house! Don’t push it too far.” Jaxon also glared at me angrily. “Sophie got hurt because of you. You should be the one apologizing to her.” I said nothing and silently picked up a stick that had fallen from somewhere, then started smashing things. Dinnerware worth a hundred thousand dollars, vases worth millions, and famous paintings worth tens of millions—I destroyed them all. Jaxon shouted angrily to stop me, but I forced him back several steps with the stick. He roared, “You’ve gone too far! I shouldn’t have brought you back. You’re just a lunatic!” I sneered. “You’re right. I am a lunatic, so don’t overestimate a lunatic’s self-control.” Rosie clutched her chest, trembling with rage. “How could I have a daughter like you? All those years outside have turned you into a complete mess.” I thought to myself: “A mess? But I’ve been trying so hard to be disciplined, to learn how to be normal. It’s you who pushed me to lose control.” Sophie’s tears kept flowing endlessly, as if they would never stop. Her complexion grew paler, and her body trembled slightly. Rosie immediately rushed over, asking nervously, “Baby, what’s wrong? You’re not having another episode, are you?” Jaxon also walked over, watching Sophie intently. Sophie took several deep breaths, then managed a weak smile. “Dad, Mom, please don’t be angry. This is all my fault. I made Olivia unhappy. I should apologize to Olivia.” She stood up and walked over to me, her face showing careful, pleasing submission. “Olivia, whatever punishment you want to give me, I can accept it. Please forgive me. Don’t make things difficult for Dad and Mom.” The next second, she walked up to me and lowered her voice: “Did you see that? They’ll only take my side. They’re my parents alone. Even though you’re their biological daughter, you can’t compare to me.” I looked coldly at her smug expression, then grabbed a dinner knife from the table and stabbed it hard into the back of her hand. “Ah!” A scream rang out as bright red blood spurted from the wound. Sophie instantly collapsed to the floor. At the same time, Rosie’s shriek also erupted. She rushed over like a madwoman and pushed me to the ground. I tried to dodge, but the drug withdrawal symptoms kicked in again, making me feel nauseous and suffocated. Then my forehead hit the ground, opening a bloody gash. The ambulance arrived quickly, taking Sophie away while also picking me up. At the hospital, Sophie was rushed into the emergency room. I sat alone in the hallway. An ER nurse noticed me and bandaged my wound. When Sophie came out, Jaxon and Rosie, who had been anxiously waiting, immediately rushed over to check on her. This time, Sophie didn’t need to fake being weak because her face was genuinely pale from blood loss. She said, “Dad, Mom, I shouldn’t stay in this house. I never thought Olivia hated me enough to want to kill me. She’s your real daughter. Take Olivia back home. I don’t deserve to stay in the family anymore.” Hearing Sophie’s words, Rosie was so heartbroken she felt like her heart would shatter. She hugged Sophie, crying, “What are you talking about? You’re my daughter. No matter who I abandon, I won’t abandon you. Olivia is just a lunatic. She’s the one who should leave.” Jaxon also said angrily, “I won’t let her get away with this. We have to call the police and have her committed to a mental hospital.” The police arrived quickly. After understanding the situation, they all gave me strange looks and called for a psychiatrist to examine me. While waiting for the psychiatrist to arrive, Jaxon coldly declared, “Olivia, you’ve exhausted all my patience. From now on, you can reflect on your actions in the mental hospital.” I leaned against the wall, ignoring Sophie’s gaze, and gave Jaxon a defiant smile. Soon after, Dr. George Black from the psychiatric hospital arrived. Jaxon pointed at me, his face dark. “This is a mental patient. Take her to your hospital.” George made eye contact with me, and I realized he was someone I knew. “How is it you again?” George’s expression became serious. He instinctively stepped back and bumped into the door frame, nearly falling. He said, “I just released her two years ago. I can accept any mental patient, except Olivia.”

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I know I’m carrying a baby with XYY syndrome, but I haven’t chosen to have an abortion. Instead, I’m going to give birth to him. Seeing my determination to have this child, my best friend Aria Clark and my husband Jacob Fraser are both panicking. In my previous life, I was pregnant with a baby who had XYY syndrome. The moment they saw the test results, Jacob and Aria immediately urged me to get an abortion. I was reluctant, but I still chose to have the abortion under Jacob’s insistence. During the abortion procedure, I suffered massive bleeding. To save me, the doctor had no choice but to remove my uterus. After my uterus was removed, I fell into deep depression every day. However, when I went to the hospital for a follow-up, I overheard a conversation between Jacob and Aria. Aria said: “Thank goodness you switched mine and Eliza Martin’s prenatal test reports, making Eliza think she was carrying a baby with XYY syndrome and getting her to have an abortion. She’ll probably never know that she was carrying a normal baby, while I’m the one carrying the baby with XYY syndrome.” I angrily confronted them, but Jacob and Aria pushed me off the hospital rooftop. After my death, Jacob and Aria inherited all my assets. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I went to the hospital for my prenatal checkup. The pain of shattered bones swept through my entire body. I looked around. The strong smell of disinfectant in the hospital kept irritating my nostrils. Then, a voice spoke: “Eliza, don’t worry. Our children will definitely be healthy.” A pair of cold hands covered the back of my hands. I suddenly snapped back to reality and met Aria’s comforting gaze. Jacob, standing behind me, placed his hands on my shoulders, joining Aria in reassuring me. Looking at the two of them, I was certain I had been reborn, returning to the day Aria and I came to the hospital for our prenatal checkups together. In my previous life, Aria and I were pregnant at the same time. However, I was carrying a healthy fetus, while she was carrying a baby with XYY syndrome. After the test results came out, Jacob deliberately switched mine and Aria’s test reports, making me believe I was carrying a baby with XYY syndrome, and under their persuasion, I had an abortion. Unfortunately, I suffered massive bleeding during the surgery and was forced to have my uterus removed, making it impossible for me to have my own children ever again. From then on, I fell into deep depression every day, and Jacob gradually began to ignore me. But on the day I went to the hospital for my follow-up, I discovered Jacob and Aria’s plan to steal my assets. Aria said: “Thank goodness you switched mine and Eliza’s prenatal test reports, making Eliza think she was carrying a baby with XYY syndrome and getting her to have an abortion. She’ll probably never know that she was carrying a normal baby, while I’m the one carrying the baby with XYY syndrome.” I angrily confronted them, and fearing this would get out, they pushed me off the hospital rooftop. Since my parents died early and I had no children, Jacob inherited all my assets after my death. Later, he married Aria, and their family of three lived happily ever after spending my inheritance. Fortunately, heaven is fair and gave me another chance. To avoid repeating my previous life’s fate, I made an excuse and sent them both downstairs. Aria and Jacob had already been having an affair, so hearing about a chance to be alone together, they excitedly left. As soon as they got in the elevator, I immediately took out mine and Aria’s information to collect our prenatal test reports. Since Jacob likes switching prenatal test reports, this time I would do the switching myself, without needing him to do it. When Aria and Jacob returned, they saw me sitting in the chair crying. Jacob quickly walked over, crouched down in front of me, and gently asked: “Eliza, why are you crying? Whatever happened, you can tell me.” I pitifully handed him the prenatal test report and said through tears: “Jacob, I’m carrying a baby with XYY syndrome. What should I do?” Hearing my words, Jacob froze for a moment, frowning as he looked through the prenatal test report. Suddenly, he thought of something and secretly glanced at Aria’s prenatal test report. Seeing that it showed the fetus was completely normal, he and Aria quietly breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he pretended to care about me and said: “Eliza, you must have an abortion because babies with XYY syndrome are defective. Once your body recovers, we can have another healthy child.” I directly refused him and glared at him angrily with red eyes. Seeing this, Aria also tried to persuade me: “Eliza, just listen to Jacob. Once this child is born, he’ll be nothing but trouble. Don’t worry. In the future, you can be the godmother of my child.” Aria spoke very sincerely, but I could clearly see the smugness and calculation in her eyes. After hearing Aria’s words, I felt so disgusted I wanted to vomit. I clenched my teeth tightly, then suppressed the hatred that was about to overflow from my heart. No matter how they tried to persuade me, I cried and refused them, saying: “I won’t have an abortion. This is my child. No matter what, I will definitely give birth to him.”

After we returned home, Aria and Jacob still wanted to convince me to have an abortion. But I walked straight into the bedroom and shut them both out, acting extremely stubborn and unwilling to listen to any persuasion. At midnight, when they noticed no sound coming from my bedroom, Aria and Jacob assumed I was asleep and had sex in the guest room. Aria showed no regard for the fact that she was pregnant, constantly seducing Jacob and having sex non-stop. Through the crack in the door, I stared intently at those two shameless people. Aria said, “Jacob, if Eliza gives birth to that child, what will happen to me and my baby? The child in my belly is also your biological child. You can’t abandon us.” Jacob tenderly caressed Aria’s belly and said gently, “Eliza can give birth to that child. I originally wanted to find an excuse to get rid of the baby in her belly. But she’s carrying a child with XYY syndrome. “This child will torment her greatly. Don’t worry, sweetheart. After she gives birth, I’ll make sure she dies. Then everything she has will be ours.” After hearing the satisfying answer, Aria smiled smugly and performed even more enthusiastically in bed. I just watched them quietly until the pain in my clenched fists made me leave. Aria was single, yet she got pregnant on the same day as me. At the time, she said she’d had a one-night stand with someone and couldn’t find the father of her child. Moreover, she didn’t want to have an abortion. I felt so sorry for her that I let her move in with me and had the nanny who took care of me look after her as well. But I never imagined that the child in Aria’s belly was actually Jacob’s. In my previous life, I believed her story. Now that I have a second chance, I absolutely won’t be fooled by her again. The next morning, Jacob and Aria looked extremely satisfied, even secretly flirting at the breakfast table. I pretended not to see their behavior and ate my nutritional meal by myself. What I needed to do now was take good care of my body. Seeing my cold expression, Aria tried hard to make me feel uncomfortable. She smiled and said, “Eliza, how did you end up carrying a child with XYY syndrome? You’re so unlucky, unlike me. Even though I don’t know where my child’s father is, the baby in my belly is perfectly healthy. “Why don’t you come with me to church to pray? Only by doing good deeds can you be as lucky as me and carry a healthy child.” After hearing Aria’s words, I could barely suppress my laughter. Was she lucky? Aria still didn’t know that she was the one actually carrying a child with XYY syndrome. After speaking, Aria stared at my expression. Unfortunately, I just nodded indifferently and didn’t show the heartbroken look she wanted to see. Seeing my expression, Aria glared at Jacob in dissatisfaction. Jacob immediately said, “Eliza, I know you’re in a bad mood, but Aria is just concerned about you.” I almost couldn’t resist the urge to smash the plate over his head. He was clearly my husband, yet he deceived me and conspired with my best friend to hurt me. If it hadn’t been for my father’s support back then, Jacob would never have achieved his current position. I suppressed my anger, finished the last sip of soup, and went into my room. The two of them thought I was genuinely upset, so they came to coax me several times. When they saw I wouldn’t respond to them, they left.

My due date was still over a month away. Remembering my past life when I lost my uterus due to severe hemorrhaging, I had the butler Alfie Kelly find me the best doctor. The moment that doctor arrived, Jacob and Aria became extremely panicked, desperately trying to stop me. Jacob pulled out his phone and showed me a photo of a young female doctor. He said, “Eliza, Mila Ross is this city’s most outstanding young obstetrician representative. I’ve already arranged for her to perform your surgery.” Aria chimed in, “That’s right, Eliza. A colleague of mine had her child delivered by Dr. Ross, and there were no problems at all.” Both of them worried I wouldn’t agree and kept trying to persuade me. I studied the person in the photo carefully, feeling she looked somewhat familiar. Suddenly, I remembered that Mila was the doctor who had performed my abortion surgery in my past life. Every detail of that surgery in my past life had been arranged by Jacob. A terrifying suspicion instantly crossed my mind, and my body couldn’t help but tremble slightly. Seeing this, Jacob pulled me into his embrace. He gently stroked my back and said, “Eliza, don’t be nervous. With Dr. Ross here, you and the baby will definitely be safe.” Watching Jacob so determined to have Mila as my doctor, I could only agree for now: “Jacob, I trust you. Then let’s have Dr. Ross handle my surgery.” Hearing my words, Jacob satisfiedly gave me a light kiss on the forehead. I saw hatred and resentment flash in Aria’s eyes, knowing she hoped I would die soon. If I could make Aria uncomfortable, then I would feel comfortable. So I deliberately moved closer to Jacob and said to Aria, “Aria, the child in your belly is illegitimate. You’ll have a hard time finding a boyfriend in the future. Although you like to play around, I never thought you’d actually have a one-night stand with someone and get pregnant from it. Thank goodness I have Jacob, otherwise if I were in your situation, what would I do?” My words made Aria feel humiliated, and her face turned pale. She immediately retorted, “No matter what, my situation is better than yours. After all, I’m not carrying a child with XYY syndrome. He’s very healthy and will be much better than your child after birth.” After saying this, Aria glared at me. I furrowed my brow tightly, pretending to be hurt as I said, “Aria, I’m your good friend. How can you say such things about me? I’m really heartbroken. Jacob, Aria is being way too much.” After speaking, I blinked my eyes innocently. Seeing Jacob about to comfort me, I forcefully pushed him away and pretended to storm off in anger. A month later, Aria and I went into labor at the same time. We were placed in the same delivery room, with Aria staring arrogantly at my belly. She sneered, “Eliza, what a shame. Even though we’re good friends, you’re about to give birth to a child with XYY syndrome. You’re so unlucky. Don’t you dare regret it once the baby is born.” Aria smiled coldly, her eyes filled with undisguised smugness and malice. I looked at her calmly, my gaze meaningful: “Aria, this baby of yours has really put you through hell. Doesn’t seem like a well-behaved one.” My words made Aria so angry that her cervix dilated prematurely, and she lay on the delivery bed screaming in agony. She was in excruciating pain, glaring at me with resentment. When she saw the doctor assigned to deliver my baby walk in, she became smug again, because it was Mila. Seeing Mila, Aria thought I would suffer greatly and couldn’t help but taunt: “Eliza, you’re really unlucky. Get ready to suffer.” Too bad this fool’s wishful thinking was about to be shattered. Half an hour later, Aria and I both began giving birth. Aria’s labor was extremely painful, her screams filling the entire delivery room. As for me, aside from a thin layer of sweat on my face, I wasn’t suffering like Aria was. Watching Aria’s agony, a surge of vengeful satisfaction washed over me. More than an hour passed, and Aria’s baby still hadn’t been born. Hugo Duncan, the doctor delivering Aria’s baby, said her situation was complicated and that natural delivery posed significant risks, recommending a C-section instead. But Aria refused, even insulting Hugo: “You’re such an incompetent doctor! If a woman has scars on her belly, men will find her disgusting. I absolutely must have a natural birth.” Hearing Aria’s words, Hugo felt somewhat helpless and could only continue according to her demands. Listening to Aria disregard her own body just to please men, I suddenly realized we were never the same kind of people. Her personality was identical to those in her family of origin. After another half hour, Hugo finally managed to adjust Aria’s baby into the proper position for natural delivery. My baby and Aria’s baby crowned simultaneously. The moment the heads emerged, Aria arrogantly showed off to me. She said, “Eliza, my baby is about to be born. Once my child is delivered, I’ll start enjoying the good life. But if you give birth to a child with XYY syndrome, you’ll begin suffering.” Just as Aria finished speaking, two baby cries echoed through the delivery room. My baby was born first, with Aria’s following closely behind. I delivered a healthy baby boy, while Aria… Aria smiled as she followed Hugo’s gaze downward. After seeing the child she had delivered, she could no longer smile.

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After my sister and I came of age, our parents gave us a choice: who would take over the company, and who would marry into the Tran family. My sister Lyla Warner, greedy for the family fortune, chose to take over the business without hesitation. But she was lazy and indulgent, spending her days traveling and abandoning the company entirely. Within a year, she had squandered the family fortune and lost everything. Meanwhile, after marrying into the Tran family, I gave birth to two sons and lived a wealthy life. She was consumed with jealousy. At a family gathering, she stabbed me to death in a frenzied attack. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day we made our life choices. Lyla rushed to make her decision first. “I want to marry into the Tran family. The family business can go to my sister.” I couldn’t help but smile, thinking to myself: “Foolish Lyla. The Tran family is nothing but hell.” ***** “I fell in love with Kyson Tran at first sight, so I want to be with him! “Helen Warner is smarter than me—she’ll definitely manage the company well!” Our parents had originally intended for me to marry into the Tran family, so Lyla was flushed red with urgency. She couldn’t wait to have a wedding with Kyson and secure a lifetime of wealth and luxury. Just days ago, she had declared her intention to be a modern businesswoman, but today she seemed like a completely different person. Our parents were too shocked to speak, unable to understand her sudden change of heart. Only I sat quietly on the sofa, reviewing the company’s financial reports while secretly sneering. Given a second chance at life, Lyla was still too impulsive. Mom didn’t say much, but Dad disagreed. “Lyla, relying on yourself is better than relying on anyone else. He might like you now, but what if he changes his mind later? “I’ve heard Kyson is a playboy. You should think this through carefully. I can’t bear to watch you suffer.” Entrusting one’s entire life to another man was the most foolish thing to do. Over the years, Father had witnessed countless examples in the business world of men abandoning their wives and children. Wives who had supported their husbands from nothing ultimately received nothing in return. Naturally, Father didn’t want us to live such lives. Unfortunately, Lyla was stubborn and refused to listen. In my previous life, I had lived luxuriously. I was chauffeured everywhere in luxury cars, and my bank account always held hundreds of millions of dollars. My two adorable sons were the envy of everyone. Lyla stubbornly believed that marrying Kyson was the right path, rather than inheriting the company only to go bankrupt. She naturally wouldn’t listen to Father’s advice and irritably picked at her ears. “Dad! That’s only because those women were incompetent! I’m beautiful and charming—he’ll definitely treasure me! How could he possibly abandon me? “Besides, you’ve met him too. He’s a handsome and charming gentleman. All those rumors from outsiders are fake!” As she spoke, her eyes sparkled with barely concealed smugness. To her, this was the path to wealth and status. She didn’t want to be a boss who traveled constantly for business, exhausting herself with endless networking and entertainment. The role of a wife who stayed home listening to music and attending parties suited her much better. I kept my head down, afraid I might burst out laughing. Kyson appeared gentle and refined, but only I knew he was actually a psychopath. As an illegitimate son who had successfully taken control of the Tran family, he must have made unimaginable sacrifices. He forced me to socialize everywhere to expand his network. Even when I drank until I had stomach bleeding, he showed no concern for my health. When angry, he would hit me, forcing me to wear long sleeves and pants even in summer to hide the bruises. Most importantly, the Tran family situation was incredibly complicated. Every day I woke up, I had to face constant scheming and infighting. It was pure hell. How could that compare to the comfort of inheriting our family business? Seeing her mind was made up, our parents had nothing more to say. They sighed and returned to their room. Before leaving, Lyla didn’t forget to give me a haughty look. “Helen, when the company goes bankrupt and you can’t hold on anymore, you can call me. Maybe I’ll even let you be my servant.” I smiled slightly. “It’s just as likely that you’ll be the one begging me.” I really envied her—she’d get to be beaten by her husband and suffer all sorts of grievances. While I’d only be able to cry my heart out in a company worth hundreds of millions of dollars. Besides that, I could also mess around with some male companions.

Lyla and Kyson’s grand wedding was held at the renowned Grand Hotel. The wedding guests were all elite figures from various industries. Lyla wore a custom-made wedding dress, her every gesture radiating smugness and arrogance. She deliberately walked over to me with Kyson to offer a toast, clearly showing off. “Helen, this is your first time meeting Kyson, isn’t it? When your business goes bankrupt later, maybe Kyson can give you a hand!” “What’s the point of a woman working so hard? Finding a good man should be the priority. Too bad you’ll never have that kind of luck.” Finally able to trample me underfoot, she smiled with particular satisfaction. Kyson beside her was quite gentlemanly, nodding politely at me. Sensing her arrogant attitude, he frowned slightly. Based on our experience living together for many years in my previous life, he wasn’t satisfied with this wife. After all, Lyla was truly too foolish. Once he gradually grew tired of Lyla, she would probably face her own hell. Seeing that I remained silent, she assumed I was jealous. After mocking me a few more times, she triumphantly pulled Kyson away. I really wasn’t in the mood to argue with her, since I had just taken over the company and still needed to expand many business connections. It was rare to have so many business moguls gathered together today, so I quickly grabbed my wine glass to network. In my previous life, Lyla arrogantly believed she was already the CEO and didn’t need to show respect to anyone. Not only was she willful and reckless, but she also repeatedly turned away potential business partners. She didn’t understand that there’s always someone better out there, and she quickly offended New York’s most powerful Graham family, getting blacklisted that very night. I absolutely couldn’t make the same mistake, so I humbly handed out my business cards. In the end, I successfully left a good impression on several big shots. Having just finished all this, I finally had a chance to relax. But suddenly there was a commotion in the center of the hall. “You did that on purpose! Do you think I’m blind? This is my wedding day – how dare you ruin my mood! Do you know who my husband is?” Lyla, who had been all smiles just moments ago, was now glaring viciously at a young girl. The girl seemed to be encountering this kind of situation for the first time and was frantically trying to explain. “I really didn’t do it on purpose! I was looking for my brother and accidentally bumped into you. I already apologized…” Being watched by so many people, the girl’s face turned red with embarrassment, and she was on the verge of tears. This was really just a minor incident. But Lyla insisted on treating it as a perfect opportunity to show off her power in front of everyone, relentlessly harassing the girl. “No way! This dress was flown in from France! You got it dirty! You couldn’t afford to pay for it even if you worked your whole life!” “I’ve never seen you before. Are you some waitress who snuck in here?” In high society circles, everyone knows each other’s backgrounds. Lyla felt this girl had no backing, which is why she dared to keep bullying her. Seeing the girl about to cry, I couldn’t stand it anymore and stepped forward. “Lyla, what are you doing? She didn’t do it on purpose either. Just let it go this time.” Being publicly criticized by me, Lyla felt displeased and sneered: “How do you know she didn’t do it on purpose? What if she’s just jealous that I married well? I’ve seen plenty of people like that!” “Why are you helping her? Did you arrange for her to come here and cause trouble?” I never expected Lyla to frame me, and my expression immediately darkened. Just as I was about to speak, a man’s cold voice suddenly rang out: “The Tran family is truly fortunate to welcome such a future mistress.”

I looked up and discovered a tall, imposing man standing in a secluded corner of the hall, appearing there without anyone noticing. His handsome face looked incredibly stern. Everyone present froze for a few seconds before someone finally stammered out a greeting. “Mr. Graham!” Like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, the entire hall instantly erupted into chaos. This man was Owen Graham, the current patriarch of the Graham family! A single word from him could bring down countless businesses. Ordinary people like us might never encounter someone of his stature in our entire lives. Everyone exchanged bewildered glances, all wondering why Owen would appear here. “Owen! Please tell this lady that I really didn’t do it on purpose!” Only the little girl rushed into his arms like she’d found her savior, tears of grievance streaming down her face. “Mr. Graham! This is all a misunderstanding! A misunderstanding!” Kyson’s father, who had been wheeling and dealing in business for over a decade, approached with a face full of smiles, trying to shake hands with Owen. But Owen smoothly avoided the gesture, glaring at Lyla with fury. “Since so many people are present, it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t give Mrs. Tran an explanation. Let’s check the security footage directly.” Upon hearing about checking the surveillance, Lyla’s entire body went rigid. She frantically shot Kyson a pleading look for help. “Honey, there’s no need to check the footage. I accidentally bumped into Ms. Graham earlier! I apologize!” But it was already too late. Owen had no intention of listening to her explanations. At his command, the surveillance footage immediately began playing on the large screen. The video clearly showed that after witnessing Kyson’s intimate behavior with other women at the party, Lyla was furious but didn’t dare confront him. Instead, she vented her anger on Lily Graham, who was alone and appeared vulnerable. Lyla had charged straight at Lily and knocked her down. Everyone could see clearly what happened next. Having her malicious actions broadcast publicly, Lyla’s face flushed crimson. She desperately tried to signal Kyson with her eyes, hoping he would save her. But Kyson himself was an illegitimate child with already low standing in the Tran family. This current spectacle would only fuel his anger further. He practically wanted to kill Lyla himself—there was no way he’d help her. Instead, Owen calmly broke the silence. “Since the Tran family has such misunderstandings about my sister, let’s temporarily cancel our cooperation.” With that single sentence, he declared that the collaboration between the Tran and Graham families—which the Trans had spent days desperately trying to secure—was now worthless. Kyson’s father collapsed on the spot. Everyone fell into panic. The Tran family members all knew the consequences of offending Owen. They wanted to step forward and plead, but Owen gave them no opportunity, preparing to leave with his sister. As he passed by me, he suddenly stopped. “You’re Helen Warner?” I was startled. “You know me?” He finally showed the first smile I’d seen from him today. “You’re certainly memorable. Thank you for speaking up for Lily today.” Lily was even more grateful and insisted on exchanging contact information with me, which was certainly beneficial for me. As she was leaving, she kept thanking me. “Thank you! When I have time, I’ll come visit you!” Before she could finish speaking, Owen led her away. In the hall, Lyla had already been forcibly dragged away by Kyson, leaving only the guests to discuss today’s events with great interest. After tonight, this drama would spread throughout the entire social circle. By then, Lyla’s days would only become more difficult. But who could she blame for that? After taking over the business, I barely had any free time. I was either at the factory overseeing production or flying to various cities to negotiate partnerships. During that period, my eardrums were constantly inflamed from all the flights. However, my efforts paid off. Through my relentless work and Lily’s assistance, the company grew larger and larger. I had several enviable contracts in hand. Even when I came home for dinner, my parents kept praising me, saying they should have handed the company over to me much earlier. On this rare free day, Lily and I had planned to go shopping. I waited on the street for a long time, but Lily never showed up. I was getting increasingly irritated. When I finally saw that gleaming Rolls-Royce, I sighed helplessly. “If you hadn’t come, I would’ve thought our date was for tomorrow!” As the window rolled down, I froze completely. Owen’s handsome face suddenly appeared before me. Noticing my surprise, he casually explained: “She got held up with something, so she asked me to pick you up first.” Owen was so busy, yet he had time to be my chauffeur? What a lame excuse. After I got in the car, the atmosphere between us became awkward again. We could only make small talk about the weather. Then we both fell silent. I was debating whether to repeat the meaningless topic. Suddenly, my phone rang. It was too noisy outside, so I instinctively put it on speaker. Lyla’s shrill voice immediately pierced my ears. “Are you blind? I sent you so many messages and you didn’t reply to any of them! Are you out of your mind?” I was used to her verbal abuse. But Owen had grown up surrounded by praise, and I didn’t know if he’d feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, I stole a glance in the rearview mirror. His expression remained unchanged, showing no reaction. I cleared my throat. “Get to the point! I’ve already blocked your messages. I’m very busy every day and don’t have time for idle chatter with you.” Hearing my response, Lyla was furious. But she still held back her anger. “I heard your company is quite large now. Don’t you forget about me! If I hadn’t chosen to marry into the Tran family back then, could you have achieved what you have today? This company is half my doing too!” I had never seen such a shameless person. I almost burst out laughing. “So what do you want? Should I give you the chairman position?” I was clearly being sarcastic, but she took it seriously. “You’re very smart. But I wouldn’t want to be too unreasonable either. Give me fifty million dollars now! And when I need money in the future, I’ll come to you again!”

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My sister and I both married into wealthy families. She fell in love with a company president she’d grown up with, and they lived happily together. But three years after their wedding, she came to me drunk, sobbing in my arms. “He has a mistress, and they even have a daughter together. That child is already several years old—he’s been lying to me for years. I feel like such a fool.” My eyes welled up with tears as I held her. “Actually, Luke Watts is cheating too. He even spent a fortune buying that woman a luxury car.” My sister and I cried all night, then made our decision. “I’m done with that bastard.” “It’s okay, we’ll leave together. I don’t want that man anymore either.” We talked for hours and finally reached a conclusion: if we couldn’t leave normally, we’d fake our deaths to escape. ***** “So what reason should we use to fake our deaths?” Lena Witt was always slow to think, and after pondering for ages, she still couldn’t come up with a good plan. I shook my head and pulled out the schedule Luke’s assistant had sent me. Luke was good at making women happy. From our first day of marriage, he insisted his assistant send me his weekly schedule every week. Back then, he’d act cute with me, sweetly calling my name with eyes that seemed to sparkle like stars. He said he only felt secure when I was keeping tabs on him. I believed his sweet words, and we were happy together. Looking back now, he probably used the same tricks to deceive his mistress. But this worked perfectly for planning our escape. “Luke’s going to New York on business next week for a project with Booth Group. Tyler Booth should be going too. It’s peak tourist season right now, so we’ll say we want to go to the beach, then pretend to get swept away by the waves.” Lena nodded enthusiastically beside me. “Zoe, you’re so smart! Then we can just travel everywhere. Those two jerks don’t care about us anyway, so we might as well have fun.” Lena voiced exactly what I was thinking. After finalizing the details, Lena and I put our plan into action. The night before departure, I called Luke. “Luke, tomorrow Lena and I are planning to go to the beach for vacation. You and Tyler focus on your business trip.” I’d practiced several times—my tone was perfectly natural. He’d never suspect anything. There was a pause on the other end, then a familiar female voice came through. “Is this Zoe Witt? Mr. Watts is in the shower…” Before she could finish, I hung up abruptly. Zara Perry, just back from abroad, Luke’s childhood neighbor. Now she was a project manager at Luke’s company. I’d seen her at the office a few times, and each time I could feel her inexplicable hostility toward me. What made me angriest was that Luke had bought her a luxury car too. Even though I already knew Luke was cheating, when faced with this reality, I couldn’t help feeling heartbroken. Leaving him was definitely the right choice. Early the next morning, Lena and I boarded a flight to the island. On the beach, while Luke and the others hadn’t started work yet, I deliberately video-called Luke. I pointed the camera at Lena, who was surfing. “Tyler’s next to you, right? Quick, get him to look at Lena!” The moment I said Lena’s name, Tyler leaned over. He was always serious, but whenever he saw Lena, his expression would unconsciously soften. Why did he have to put on this gentle act? I cursed Tyler silently but kept smiling. Suddenly, Tyler’s face went pale. On the ocean surface, Lena, who had been waving at us from her surfboard, suddenly lost her balance and was instantly swallowed by a massive wave. “Lena!” With Tyler’s heart-wrenching cry, I had already dropped my phone and was rushing toward the ocean. Luke immediately realized what I was about to do, but could only helplessly shout my name through the video. Too bad no one would ever answer them again. The last thing they saw was nothing but blue sky.

I didn’t see Luke and Tyler’s messages again until a day later. Lena and I had already left for another island overnight. We were currently watching the news while applying face masks and drinking wine. On the news screen, Tyler looked pale and somber, while Luke’s eyes were red-rimmed. They were sitting together in a car. The reporter spoke into the camera: “Breaking news: renowned designer Zoe Witt and her sister Lena Witt have gone missing during their island vacation and are presumed dead. Their husbands—Luke Watts, CEO of Watts Group, and Tyler Booth, Chairman of Booth Group—are now rushing to the island to personally join the search and rescue efforts.” Lena curled her lip: “All that urgency won’t help. Since they dared to cheat, they should have expected we’d leave eventually.” I nodded in agreement. With a swipe of my finger, the next news story began: “Shocking! Tyler Booth, Chairman of Booth Group, suspected of having an affair. His mistress has been seen flaunting their illegitimate child in public!” This was a video from a gossip account. In the footage, Tyler stood with a young woman, and they were holding hands with a little girl. The video was posted a week ago, but the view count had suddenly skyrocketed. The top comment was about Lena and me being missing: [Am I the only one who thinks this timing is suspicious? His illegitimate child gets exposed and suddenly his wife goes missing?] Below were a string of replies: [That makes total sense. The world of rich people is way too complicated.] [Are we already spreading rumors? These videos are all fake!] Almost everyone was speculating about the situation, offering various theories, with occasional comments about beach safety tips mixed in. Seeing Lena’s expression darken, I turned off my phone. She stared at the screen, then downed an entire glass of wine in one gulp, looking dejected. After a moment, she looked at me with watery eyes and said glumly: “Zoe, how did we end up like this?” I couldn’t help but sigh, gently stroking her head: “Maybe it’s just the nature of men.” Lena fell silent for a few seconds, then buried her head in my arms: “Zoe, Tyler is such a good actor. Even now, I still feel a little heartbroken. I actually thought he truly loved me.” Her voice was muffled, making my heart ache for her. Remembering how Zara had answered when I called Luke that day, I felt even more disgusted with these two scumbags. “Lena, men aren’t worth our tears. Let’s just enjoy our vacation from now on. The money I’ve made from my designs over the years is enough for us to live happily for thirty years. Are you really going to let one man ruin your mood?” I knew Lena’s personality well. She’d always loved money since childhood. But back then, she chose to be with Tyler when he was kicked out of his family and left with nothing. During their hardest times, they only ate two meals a day, both consisting of instant noodles. But Lena never complained. Later, Tyler founded Booth Group and gradually devoured his father’s business empire. He finally achieved his goal. After a few peaceful years, a mother and daughter suddenly appeared out of nowhere—it was like ripping Lena’s heart out and stomping on it. But fortunately, both Lena and I had the means to walk away. In the days that followed, we traveled everywhere, seemingly forgetting all our troubles. Occasionally, we’d catch news reports showing that Luke and Tyler were still searching for us. From the initial search and rescue efforts to later scouring the globe, neither of them seemed ready to give up. They even announced they wouldn’t stop looking until they found us. This wasn’t what I had originally expected. They already had new lovers—they should have given up by now. What was this all about?

But who cares? Lena and I weren’t going to keep foolishly believing them. Three months had passed, and we’d been traveling around while avoiding Luke and Tyler. Now we’d temporarily settled in a small town back home. This town was actually a tourist destination—lively surroundings with all kinds of facilities. I immediately rented a small courtyard here, living a comfortable life with Lena. “Zoe, these past few months have been amazing. I’m so happy.” Lena held a cup of freshly brewed coffee, speaking in a lazy, casual tone. She’d always been someone without much ambition, content wherever she was. I rolled my eyes at her. “You really have no standards. This makes you happy?” Unexpectedly, she shook her head and handed me a warm, roasted orange. “Zoe, this isn’t enough. These three months have helped me figure things out, but you still haven’t completely let go! “So…” Lena drew out the word, flashing a mysterious smile. I smacked her head directly. “Spill it! Stop being mysterious!” She shrank back, becoming honest. “Tonight the little bar across the street has a band performance. It happens to be your favorite band. “And besides the show, there’s also a mixer. There’ll definitely be lots of cute guys there. Dress up nicely and try to find yourself a new boyfriend tonight. Stop obsessing over that jerk!” I was stunned, then burst into laughter. “Lena, you’re actually helping me find a boyfriend. You really are my good sister.” Truth was, these three months, I’d never gotten over Luke. Turns out Lena was no longer that slow, clueless girl. She’d seen all my disappointment. That evening, Lena and I dressed up carefully and appeared at the little bar. Sure enough, my favorite band was on stage. I screamed excitedly, surrounded by fans just like me, many holding light-up support signs. I was so lucky to see them perform. This band had been around for ages, and their performances were becoming increasingly rare. I thought I’d hardly have another chance to see them live. Suddenly, someone tapped my shoulder. I turned around to find an unfamiliar cute guy. He wore a black beanie, trendy baseball jacket and jeans—looked like a college student. Right now he was beaming with excitement, eyes sparkling as he looked at me. “Hey there, miss. You like Chasing Fire too?” Before I could react, Lena beside me gave me a gentle elbow nudge, then quickly answered. “Yes! Zoe loves this band! You’re a fan too, right? You guys must have tons in common!” Getting that confirmation, the guy’s eyes lit up even more as he continued. “Awesome! Are you here traveling? I’m Ben Dean. I’m a junior here. If there’s anything you want to check out, I can show you around!” So my love had arrived—I had no reason to refuse him. We exchanged contact info and listened to the entire concert together. He enthusiastically bought drinks for Lena and me. His eager attention made Lena secretly giggle several times. “Zoe, I just remembered my cat at home isn’t asleep yet. I’ll go check on it. You guys have fun!” Lena smiled as she made up a lame excuse and prepared to leave. But the moment she opened the door, her smile froze on her face. At the doorway, an intimidating male voice came through. “Aren’t you allergic to cat hair? Did you get that cured?”

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My husband Rhys Rowe insisted on having his childhood friend, intern Edith Mack, serve as his assistant surgeon during a heart transplant operation. When I pointed out that Edith shouldn’t be wearing nail polish during surgery, Rhys actually left the operating room mid-procedure to comfort her. I begged him to come back and continue the surgery, but he said, “Edith is upset. Can’t you stop being unreasonable? Let’s pause the surgery for a bit. How could this trivial matter be more important than Edith?” The patient was left on the operating table for 40 minutes and died from excessive blood loss. We later learned that the patient was the city’s mayor. Rhys and Edith actually blamed me for this medical malpractice incident. They claimed, “If you hadn’t driven us out of the operating room, how would the mayor have died from blood loss? This is all your fault!” In the end, I couldn’t defend myself and was sentenced to life imprisonment, suffering torture in prison until I died. Meanwhile, Rhys and Edith got married. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the mayor was having surgery at our hospital. “Maxine Guerra, Rhys is the attending physician. He said I could wear nail polish during surgery. What right does an assistant doctor like you have to boss me around?” Hearing the familiar voice beside me, I instinctively opened my eyes and saw Edith standing there with an arrogant expression. I looked around. The operating room was in the middle of a heart transplant surgery. To ensure a sterile environment, everyone was fully suited up. Everyone except Edith, who not only had her nails done but wasn’t even wearing a mask. At that moment, I was certain I had been reborn—reborn on the day of the mayor’s surgery. In my previous life, when Rhys was performing the heart transplant, he insisted on having his childhood friend, intern Edith, as his assistant surgeon. Edith grabbed the wrong surgical instruments, didn’t follow basic operating room protocols, and nearly let her nail polish fall into the patient’s body. I couldn’t help but criticize her for wearing nail polish during surgery. She thought I was deliberately targeting her and stormed out in anger. Rhys actually abandoned the patient and ran out of the operating room to comfort her. I begged him to come back and continue the surgery, but he said, “Edith is heartbroken. Stop being unreasonable. Let’s pause the surgery for now. How could this trivial matter be more important than Edith?” The patient was left on the operating table for 40 minutes and died from excessive blood loss. When we learned afterward that the patient was the mayor, Rhys and Edith actually blamed me for the medical malpractice. They said, “If you hadn’t gone crazy in the operating room and driven us out, how would the mayor have died from blood loss! This is all your doing!” I couldn’t defend myself and was sentenced to life imprisonment, suffering endless torture in prison until I died. Meanwhile, Rhys and Edith got married and became the youngest chief and deputy chief in the hospital’s history. I had just snapped back from my memories when I saw Rhys frowning and scolding me, “Maxine, this is an operating table, not a place for you to throw tantrums. I approved her wearing nail polish. Apologize to Edith.” Looking at Edith’s smug expression, I suppressed my anger. “Why should I? The operating room clearly prohibits nail polish. I’m not wrong.” Edith’s face darkened. “Maxine, you’re deliberately targeting me, aren’t you? Fine, I’m leaving.” She threw the scalpel onto the operating table, and one of them nearly cut the patient’s aorta. Panicked and furious, I had just picked up the scalpel when I saw Rhys about to chase after Edith. I said sternly, “Rhys, the patient’s chest cavity is already open. We must complete the heart transplant immediately, or he’ll be in mortal danger. You’re a doctor—are you going to watch a patient die?” He looked toward where Edith had left, then at the patient on the operating table, and reluctantly picked up the scalpel again. I had just breathed a sigh of relief when Rhys’s phone rang. It was Edith calling.

Rhys put the call on speaker, and Edith’s angry voice came through: “If you don’t come comfort me right now, I’m really going to be mad.” Rhys patiently tried to calm her down: “Edith, I’ll come see you as soon as I finish this surgery.” Edith snorted: “If you’re not here in five minutes, I’m going to get an abortion and make sure you never become a father.” Hearing the news of Edith’s pregnancy, I felt shocked and heartbroken. In my past life, I had always thought Rhys only got together with Edith after I went to prison. Turns out they’d been together all along, and even had a child on the way. Before I could recover from the shock of Edith’s pregnancy, I saw Rhys rushing toward the operating room exit. I quickly grabbed his arm: “Rhys, you can’t leave. The patient’s surgery can’t be delayed.” Rhys glared at me angrily: “Didn’t you hear Edith say she’s going to get an abortion? If I don’t go now, it’ll be too late.” I frowned: “What about the patient?” Rhys waved dismissively: “I’ll be back as soon as possible. Just a few minutes – it won’t delay anything.” I stared at Rhys in disbelief. Heart transplant surgery was already a race against time – every minute of delay put the patient in greater danger. In my past life, the patient had died precisely because too much time was wasted. With this thought, I gripped Rhys tightly, not letting him leave. Rhys was both anxious and furious: “Maxine, are you deliberately blocking me because you want Edith to get an abortion?” Just as I was about to explain, Rhys shoved me hard. I lost my balance and fell to the ground, my back hitting the operating table heavily. I couldn’t help but groan. Rhys didn’t even look at me before turning and striding away. The other people in the operating room quickly helped me up. “Dr. Guerra, are you okay? Dr. Rowe went too far. It’s one thing to defend Edith all the time, but now he’s actually laying hands on you because of her.” “Exactly. I always thought there was something going on between them, but I never imagined they already had a child together.” I waved my hand: “Now’s not the time to discuss this. I need to go find Rhys and bring him back.” More important than Rhys’s betrayal was the patient’s surgery. This time, I absolutely couldn’t let the tragedy from my past life repeat itself. I had just chased him to the operating room entrance when the patient’s family surrounded me. “Doctor, how is the patient? Was the surgery successful?” I immediately recognized them as the mayor’s family. Just as I was about to answer, I saw Mayor Christmas’s mother pleading with me: “Doctor, please, you must save my son.” The mayor’s wife, seven months pregnant, was also crying: “Doctor, everyone says only your hospital can perform this surgery on my husband. Please, you must save him.” I solemnly assured them: “Don’t worry, I will definitely save him.” Unable to find Rhys, I could only return to the operating room. Everyone immediately gathered around, looking behind me: “Dr. Guerra, where’s Dr. Rowe?” I shook my head: “I couldn’t catch up to him.” The anesthesiologist said anxiously: “The patient is under general anesthesia right now with his chest cavity open. If we don’t operate soon, when the anesthesia wears off, the pain will kill him. Dr. Rowe is the only one in the entire city who can perform this surgery. Even if we called for outside help now, it would be too late.” I took a deep breath: “I’ll perform the surgery. Rhys and I were classmates – anything he can do, I can do too.” Everyone present rejected the idea without hesitation. “Dr. Guerra, you’re currently just an assistant physician. Hospital regulations don’t allow you to be the lead surgeon.” “Why don’t you call Dr. Rowe and ask him to come back as soon as possible?” Seeing their firm stance, I ultimately couldn’t bring myself to tell them the truth that Rhys wouldn’t be coming back, and could only call him.

As soon as the call connected, I asked urgently, “Where are you? Come back quickly, we’re still waiting for you to perform the surgery.” Rhys replied angrily, “Edith is upset. Can you stop being unreasonable? The surgery is postponed until Edith feels better, then I’ll come back.” With that, he hung up. Everyone present exchanged bewildered glances. The anesthesiologist couldn’t help but angrily rebuke, “For such an important surgery, the patient will be dead by the time he returns! Dr. Guerra, call him again. We must get him here immediately. If something happens to the patient, we’ll all be held responsible.” I had no choice but to call Rhys again: “The patient is dying. You need to get back here now.” Rhys said impatiently, “Heart transplant surgery is inherently high-risk. If he dies, it’s just bad luck.” I never expected Rhys to say something so irresponsible. I questioned him, “If something happens to the patient and the family comes to the hospital to cause trouble, can you handle the responsibility when the hospital investigates?” Rhys sneered, “He’s just a powerless patient. If they dare cause trouble, just say they’re only after money. Stop calling me. Edith wants strawberries, and I need to go buy them for her now.” Looking at the disconnected phone, everyone was furious. “He left in the middle of surgery to buy strawberries for Edith. He doesn’t deserve to be a doctor!” Just then, the anesthesiologist suddenly exclaimed, “The patient’s blood pressure is dropping rapidly. If we don’t operate now, he’ll die!” I stepped forward: “I’ll do it.” Seeing their hesitation, I said firmly, “Besides me, no one else can perform this surgery right now. Are you going to just watch him die?” The anesthesiologist hesitated, “But this goes against protocol. Even if you save him, you’ll have to bear all the consequences of this surgery.” I said calmly, “Whatever the consequences afterward, I’ll take full responsibility. There’s no time now. I hope you’ll cooperate with me.” The other medical staff looked at each other and made up their minds. I walked to the operating table, picked up the scalpel, first removed the patient’s heart from his chest cavity, then transplanted the prepared heart. After suturing the blood vessels one by one, I stared intently at the cardiac monitor displaying a flat line. Time passed minute by minute, and suddenly the flat line on the monitor began to fluctuate. After the heartbeat stabilized, everyone cried out in joy, “Dr. Guerra, there’s a heartbeat! The surgery was successful!” I didn’t speak, focusing on suturing the patient’s chest cavity. After the surgery was completely finished, I collapsed weakly to the ground. Only then did I realize my back was already soaked with sweat. An hour later, the patient woke up. That’s when everyone learned he was Mayor Cesar Hodges. In the hospital room, I was conducting Cesar’s post-operative examination. After confirming that the heart transplant surgery had been extremely successful, I finally let out a long sigh of relief. Cesar smiled at me: “I heard you performed my surgery. Thank you. But I remember my attending physician was Dr. Rowe. Why isn’t he here? Did something happen?” Just as I was about to answer, Rhys’s call came through. Cesar glanced at the caller ID: “It’s Dr. Rowe calling. Go ahead and take it here.” I pressed the speakerphone button, and Rhys’s voice came through: “Where are you right now? Come to Edith’s place immediately.” “I’m doing a post-operative check on a patient. The heart transplant surgery was very successful,” I replied. Rhys paused for a few seconds: “You performed the surgery? He’s really lucky. His chest was opened and he lay on the operating table for forty minutes, and he’s still alive. What a shame—I was hoping to use his corpse for research.” I caught sight of Cesar’s furious expression and reminded him: “Rhys, watch your language. We’re doctors. Treating patients is our duty.” Rhys said dismissively: “What’s worth saving about these ordinary people? They have no power, no influence. Living is just a waste of social resources. The only value these people have while alive is letting us practice and improve our medical skills.” Hearing such arrogant words, I couldn’t help but gasp, and Cesar’s face turned extremely dark. Rhys, unaware of this, continued: “You upset Edith earlier and made her stomach hurt. Come apologize to her within half an hour. Oh, and Edith wants to eat food you’ve cooked, so pick up groceries on your way.” Listening to Rhys ordering me around, I said coldly: “The patient just had surgery. I need to stay here for observation in case of complications.” Rhys didn’t expect me to refuse and said angrily: “No matter how dangerous his condition is, could it be more important than Edith not getting her meal? The surgery’s done anyway. Even if he really dies, that’s just his fate. Don’t make me say it twice—come here now!” Looking at the disconnected call, I felt deeply disappointed. I never imagined that in Rhys’s eyes, ordinary people’s lives were worth absolutely nothing. Cesar was equally furious and said angrily: “For the sake of his mistress, he abandons a patient on the operating table. Rhys is a disgrace to the medical profession!” Due to his excessive agitation, Cesar couldn’t help but start coughing. I quickly patted his back gently to help him: “Mr. Hodges, you just had heart transplant surgery. You absolutely cannot get angry.” Cesar calmed down: “You’re right. This kind of person isn’t worth my anger. Since Rhys thinks being a doctor makes him superior and doesn’t value ordinary people’s lives, then I’ll make sure he can’t be a doctor anymore.” He looked at his assistant: “Starting today, revoke Rhys’s medical license and ban him from reapplying for life.”

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After selling engagement gifts worth $88.88 million, I went to the police station to turn myself in, claiming I had committed marriage fraud. Nadia Person, my family’s maid’s daughter, panicked. The Person family and the Glover family had arranged a marriage alliance. However, on the wedding day of May 5th, I, the bride, was locked in a dark room. When I finally managed to reach the wedding venue, my family’s maid’s daughter had already completed the ceremony using my identity. I claimed to be the real daughter of the Person family, but was questioned by all the company employees, simply because Nadia had been working at the company under my identity for half a year. Nadia kicked me to the ground. “What are you doing here, you maid’s daughter?” Before I could present any evidence, I was thrown onto the street by Nadia’s bodyguards. A speeding car rushed past, killing me instantly. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day before the wedding. ***** Nadia posted a message in the group chat: [Tomorrow is my wedding, everyone must attend! No need to bring gifts, I just want everyone to witness this moment.] Seeing her message, I was stunned. I never expected to be reborn the day before Nadia stole my identity to marry into wealth. [So the rumors about the marriage alliance between Person Corporation and Glover Corporation are true!] [It’s such an honor to witness a wealthy family’s wedding. Miss Nadia Person and Mr. Glover must be perfect for each other!] In the company group chat, everyone sent their congratulations. Perhaps realizing I had just joined the chat yesterday, Nadia quickly added: [It’s not a business marriage, we grew up together.] Everyone became even more excited. Someone replied: [So envious! Rich people’s love really is sweeter than we imagined!] I gripped my phone tightly, sweat forming in my palms. Just as I was about to ask in the group chat who she was marrying tomorrow, there was a knock at my door. Nadia walked in, looking apologetic. “Marlee, I’m also getting married tomorrow, so I’m sorry I can’t attend your wedding. Can I hold my rehearsal dinner at this villa tonight?” In my previous life, Nadia had said the exact same words. Nadia had lived in my house with her mother since childhood and had no home of her own. We grew up together, and I always treated her like a real sister. I not only let her wear my clothes but also arranged for her to work at Person Corporation. Therefore, when she said she would be getting married on the same day as me, I not only didn’t suspect anything but looked at her with envy, blessing her marriage to the man she loved. I not only agreed to let her hold her rehearsal dinner here but also took out a pair of pearl earrings from the wedding gifts my mother had prepared for me and gave them to her. But I never expected that Nadia wasn’t satisfied with that. Taking advantage of my CEO brother Paul Person’s business trip, she stole my identity to marry into wealth. Because I wasn’t satisfied with this arranged marriage, the wedding between the Person family and Glover family was kept low-key. I hadn’t notified any relatives to attend, and Nadia used this opportunity to execute her plan. When I arrived at the wedding venue, they had already completed the ceremony. I desperately tried to prove that I was the real daughter of the Person family, but unexpectedly, all the company employees only recognized Nadia as the Person family’s daughter. Nadia tearfully questioned me: “Marlee, even though you’re a maid’s daughter, I’ve always treated you like a real sister. Why are you trying to ruin my wedding? Hasn’t the Person family been good to you?” The security guards dragged me out and threw me onto the street. I picked up my phone to call my brother Paul, but was instantly killed by a speeding car. In this life, I won’t make the same mistake again. I clenched my fists, my fingernails digging into my flesh. Meeting Nadia’s gaze, I said, “Absolutely not.” Nadia seemed surprised by my refusal, and her expression immediately darkened. “Marlee, did you see the messages in the group chat and misunderstand something? I already explained that I’m marrying my childhood sweetheart.” The maid rolled her eyes at me: “She didn’t misunderstand anything. She’s just jealous that you’re prettier and afraid of being overshadowed!” She scolded me: “Marlee, it’s a good thing that you’re both getting married on the same day. Don’t be so petty. You’ll both be wearing beautiful wedding dresses, and Nadia won’t steal your spotlight.”

I feigned surprise and said, “Oh really! I’m having my wedding tomorrow too, and I’m throwing my bachelorette party tonight. If you guys head out now to find a hotel and set things up, you should still have time.” Nadia panicked: “Marlee, we grew up together. Do you really have to ruin my wedding?” All the other servants sided with Nadia. “Nadia has always been so good to you since we were kids. She and her mother have worked for the Person family for twenty years just to take care of you. How can you be so heartless?” “Exactly! For something as important as a wedding, not only do you refuse to help, but you’re causing trouble. You’re so ungrateful.” “She’s just afraid that Nadia will have a better life than her!” Someone even comforted Nadia: “We don’t need to discuss this with her. We’ll set up a beautiful banquet for you later that’ll be a hundred times better than hers!” Nadia was moved to tears, sobbing softly. I sneered inwardly, casting a cold glance over these servants. I’d been way too nice before, letting them forget who the real master of this house was. I grabbed a glass and threw it on the floor. Instantly, all the servants’ wary eyes turned to me. “What are you doing? Do you know how hard that is to clean up?” “You’re so inconsiderate, nothing like Nadia. If it weren’t for your good family background, no man would ever want you.” I walked over and slapped the person who spoke, angrily scolding: “You know I have a good family background, you know this is the Person house? Let me tell you something—your paychecks come from my brother. If you don’t want to work here, get out right now!” But I never expected that instead of being scared, they actually laughed. “You’re always so arrogant. Do you really think you’re something special?” “We’re not leaving. Let’s see what you can do about it!” “We’re going to attend Nadia’s wedding in style!” “Is there a single person in this entire mansion who listens to you?” “Once Nadia gets married, we’ll all go work for her, leaving you alone in this mansion where ghosts will haunt you every night and scare you to death, you bitch!” Now I finally understood why they were so bold. They’d decided to leave the Person family and follow Nadia. It all made sense. In my previous life, without these servants helping Nadia, she wouldn’t have been able to smoothly take my place and marry into the Glover family. I gritted my teeth, glaring at them. Nadia’s mother shot me a vicious look: “What are you staring at? We’ve been polite enough to you. Just wait to be despised by the Glover family!” “Mom, don’t bother with her anymore. Tomorrow’s wedding is what matters.” Nadia looked at me apologetically: “Marlee, I didn’t want things to turn out this way either, but you were so petty today. I’m really disappointed.” “Nadia, forget about this waste of space. I’ll prepare your wedding right now.” The group surrounded Nadia as they walked inside. Nadia turned back to give me a provocative look. I clenched my fists tightly. Even if I called Paul now, it would be too late. His trusted associates had all gone abroad with him, and the people at the company would definitely listen to Nadia. Just then, my phone buzzed. I saw a notification for $88.88 million being deposited into my account. This was the money from selling the engagement gifts the Glover family had given me. Immediately, an idea struck me. I turned around, left the house, and went to the mall, where I purchased a property and bought a car. After making sure I’d spent all $88.88 million, I went to the police station. The officer looked at me with confusion: “Say that again—what are you here for?” “I committed marriage fraud. I’m here to turn myself in.”

The officer frowned and asked, “If you don’t want to get married, why not cancel the wedding?” I replied, “My wedding is tomorrow. I’ve already sold all the engagement gifts, but I don’t want to get married.” “How much were those engagement gifts worth in total? You should negotiate with them and return the money.” I said, “$88.88 million.” The officer fell silent. After all, that was a huge sum of money. The officer insisted I negotiate with my fiancé’s family. I’d already heard that my arranged marriage partner had a bad temper. I trembled as I took the phone from the officer. Surprisingly, my fiancé wasn’t angry. Though that made sense—this was a political marriage, and we’d never even met each other. Besides, this wedding hadn’t been heavily publicized, so it wouldn’t have much impact on the Glover Group. “Are you sure you won’t marry me?” my fiancé asked. I responded quietly, “Yes.” “Then let’s cancel the wedding.” Through police mediation, I had to return the $88.88 million to the Glover Group’s account by noon tomorrow, or the Glover Group would sue me. Hearing the man’s response, I nodded happily. But that night, instead of raising money, I spent the entire evening partying at bars. The next day when I returned home, I found the entire villa bustling with activity, people coming and going in the courtyard. Not only were all the Person Group employees there, but even Nadia’s and my former classmates had come. They surrounded Nadia, showering her with praise. “Nadia, you’re getting more beautiful by the day, and you’re doing better than all of us.” “Yeah, Nadia, you’ll have to help us out more in the future.” The employees were also talking. “Rumor has it the Glover Group’s CEO isn’t interested in women, but Miss Nadia Person won him over so easily.” “We’ll really have to rely on Miss Nadia Person from now on.” I smiled coldly. Not only would she not marry into the Glover family, but she’d also have to return $88.88 million to them. They were flattering Nadia when suddenly someone spotted me at the entrance. “Marlee, your dark circles are so bad. Where did you go partying last night?” “Today is Nadia’s wedding. Even if you’re the maid’s daughter, you can’t wear such cheap clothes.” I looked at Nadia. She met my gaze and said, “Marlee, you don’t really think you’re a daughter of the Person family, do you? Today is my wedding, yet you’re here causing trouble. If you ruin the wedding, can you handle the consequences?” “What do you mean I think I’m a daughter of the Person family? This is my home to begin with.” As soon as I finished speaking, they all burst into laughter. Nadia’s lackey mocked me: “Marlee, you’re so shameless. Your mom works as a maid here, which is why you get to live in the villa. Nadia is kind and always gets you a share of everything good, but you actually think you’re something special. We’ve all known Nadia for so many years, and we all know she’s Mr. Person’s only sister.” The Person Group employees also said they’d never seen me at the company. Nadia’s lackey said, “Nadia arranged for many of her old classmates to work at Person Group. Turns out you didn’t get a position, so you’re here causing trouble.” I sneered, “Yeah, you’re so capable. Nadia only got you a position with a monthly salary of three thousand dollars.” Nadia’s lackey was enraged and slapped me. My face immediately swelled up red. I glared at her through gritted teeth: “I’m warning you, I’m getting married today. You hit me, and the Glover family will never let you get away with it!” “Still dreaming? Did you drink too much last night and haven’t sobered up yet?” “Should we give you a cold shower to wake you up?” They brought over a basin of cold water. I tried to dodge, but two people grabbed my arms. The cold water poured down from above my head, the icy water making my whole body shiver. But before I could recover, another slap landed on my face. Nadia stepped forward and grabbed my chin: “Are you awake now? If not, should we use some props? Knives, whips, fire tongs—which do you prefer?” Her lackey handed her a fruit knife. Nadia slapped my face with the fruit knife. “Marlee, we grew up together, and I was going to let you off the hook, but you just had to cause trouble on my wedding day. The Glover family wants me, not a worthless piece of trash like you!” Nadia’s lackey kicked me in the knee, and my legs gave out as I collapsed to the ground. Nadia stepped on my face. “Marlee, you’re nothing but my servant. Apologize to me now, and I might still forgive you.” Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth as I sneered at her. “Never. Nadia, as long as I don’t agree, the Glover family won’t take you to the wedding!” “Still talking big? When the Glover family’s car arrives, I’ll tear your face apart!” I laughed coldly. “You’re still dreaming? You think you can boss around the Glover family?” They didn’t believe me and continued beating me with punches and kicks. I was beaten until my whole body ached, curled up on the ground. They kept at it until they were tired, but the car to pick up Nadia still hadn’t arrived. Nadia panicked and rushed over to me, grabbing my chin. “What did you do? Why haven’t the Glover family come to pick up the bride yet? You must be up to something, trying to ruin my wedding!” I chuckled softly, “The Glover family certainly knows about your plan to marry in my place.” She slapped me hard across the face. “Stop talking nonsense! I’ll throw you to the dogs right now!” Nadia went crazy, ordering her people to drag my body toward the dog cages. Just then, the sound of car horns echoed. The Glover family’s convoy to pick up Nadia had arrived. I was somewhat surprised. Hadn’t I already canceled the wedding? Why did the Glover family still send people? Before I could figure it out, Nadia had already excitedly gotten into the car. Her lackey dragged me into the car. “Today I’ll show you what a wealthy family marriage looks like!” My whole body hurt too much to speak. After a long while, the pain in my body eased slightly, and the convoy had arrived at the wedding venue. Nadia’s lackey opened the car door and kicked me out of the car. My face hit the steps, causing a nosebleed and making me look even more disheveled. Others looked at me with mocking eyes. “You’re at the wedding venue now. Are you finally coming to your senses?” Nadia said arrogantly. I said, “Until the wedding is over, nothing is certain. Nadia, where’s your groom?” As soon as I finished speaking, the hotel’s main doors opened. Holden Glover walked out wearing a perfectly tailored suit, coldly scanning everyone present. Instantly, everyone at the scene was shocked into silence. “I never expected Mr. Glover to be so handsome. He and Nadia are such a perfect match!” Nadia blushed shyly, looking at me smugly. “Marlee, I’ll find a man to keep you company tonight.” Holden walked toward Nadia, but immediately after, her shy expression turned to one of terror.

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I, Isabel Jensen, did one thing immediately after my rebirth: behind my wealthy husband Peter Geller’s back, I kept six handsome male models and seduced them into bed. This was because in my previous life, Peter was diagnosed with oligospermia. To ensure the family fortune had an heir, he married me—someone with a naturally fertile constitution—to bear his children. I tried every method to get pregnant as quickly as possible, but nothing worked. Meanwhile, my best friend Valerie Crawford, who had been diagnosed as infertile, married a seventy-year-old man and miraculously gave birth to twins and then triplets within two Christmases. When Peter heard that Valerie had given birth to many children, he was immediately attracted to her. They had an affair behind my back and even hired someone to kill me in a car crash when I discovered the truth. Only after my death did I realize that Valerie had bound herself to something called a “Child Transfer System.” Any child I conceived would automatically transfer to her womb. Meanwhile, her infertile constitution quietly transferred to me. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my oligospermic husband brought me home as his bride. Thinking of everything from my past life, I couldn’t help but sneer: “Valerie, don’t you want lots of children? Then let me give you a proper taste of the joy of pregnancy!” ***** “With your background, marrying into the Geller family is already reaching above your station. I hope you remember your duty and bear me a son who can inherit the family fortune as soon as possible.” “Let’s have a trial marriage for two Christmases first. If you can successfully conceive within two Christmases, then I’ll officially register our marriage.” A cold, ruthless voice echoed in my ears. I snapped back to reality and saw Peter looking down at me condescendingly. One second, I had been trapped in a burning car, unable to escape. The next second, I was reborn! Back to the day Peter brought me home as his bride. Seeing me standing there speechless, Valerie, dressed in her bridesmaid gown, quickly spoke up: “Isabel, with your poor background, marrying into the Geller family is a rare opportunity! Why are you still hesitating? “Are you worried you won’t be able to conceive and will be kicked out during the trial period?” Hearing Valerie’s mocking words, I looked up at her. The schadenfreude and cunning in her eyes were unmistakable. How ridiculous that in my previous life, I had been so immersed in the joy of marrying Peter and being able to raise money for my grandmother Camilla Jensen’s surgery that I never suspected her. The women in my family had a hereditary fertile constitution. Starting from my great-great-grandmother, the women in our family typically had multiple births—twins and triplets were very common. By my mother’s generation, she had given birth to seven children: six sons and only one daughter—me. It was precisely because of my family’s reputation for fertility that Peter, having just been diagnosed with oligospermia, began pursuing me frantically. I was moved at the time, and with Camilla urgently needing a large sum of money to save her life, I readily agreed to his proposal. However, at the wedding, Peter suddenly changed his tune and proposed a two-Christmas trial marriage first. To save Camilla, I could only accept this humiliating condition. During those two Christmases, I desperately tried to conceive. I took countless ovulation shots and consumed bottle after bottle of folic acid and other medications. But two Christmases quickly passed, and I still hadn’t gotten pregnant. Peter decided I had deceived him and began physically abusing me. Meanwhile, Valerie, who had originally been diagnosed as infertile, married a seventy-year-old man and miraculously gave birth to twins and then triplets in succession. Valerie’s pregnancies quickly caught Peter’s attention, and the two began having an affair behind my back, even conceiving an illegitimate child. After I discovered them, Peter immediately threw me out and cut off the monthly money that was keeping Camilla alive. I desperately tried to salvage the situation, begging him to lend me some money to save Camilla for the sake of my two Christmases of dedication. But Valerie, fearing Peter might soften toward me, ruthlessly hired someone to kill me in a car crash. Only after my death did I learn that Valerie had bound herself to a “Child Transfer System.” Any child I conceived would be transferred to her womb. Meanwhile, her infertile constitution transferred to me. In the end, Valerie, having successfully conceived children, took my place in marrying into the Geller family and used her power to suppress my entire family. She even brought my corpse from the car accident to the hospital to traumatize Camilla, causing her to die of a heart attack with her eyes wide open in anguish. My six brothers and parents also died one after another while seeking justice for me. Thinking of everything from my previous life, rage burned in my heart, and I wanted nothing more than to tear Valerie apart. But I knew this wasn’t the time for a direct confrontation with her. I smiled slightly and immediately agreed to Peter’s trial marriage proposal: “No problem, honey. I’ll definitely give the Geller family the most excellent heir within two Christmases.”

Peter asked skeptically, “You really agreed to this?” I nodded gently, my voice firm: “Don’t worry, honey. I’m confident about this.” Seeing how understanding I was and how confident I felt about getting pregnant, Peter’s tone gradually softened: “Isabel, don’t worry. As long as you can give me a son within two Christmases, I’ll register our marriage immediately.” With that, he generously slipped a large diamond ring onto my finger. As the officiant urged us on, he closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss me. Meanwhile, Valerie, serving as my maid of honor, showed no sign of blessing me on her face—only jealousy that bordered on madness. I glanced sideways at Valerie in the corner, grinding her teeth in rage, and sneered inwardly. Sure enough, Valerie could no longer contain her inner turmoil. She rushed forward in a few steps, laughingly separating Peter and me. She deliberately pressed her full chest against Peter, practically throwing herself into his arms. She cooed playfully, “Oh my, Mr. Geller, why are you in such a hurry? You can’t just kiss our bride like that!” Valerie was shamelessly using her beauty to seduce him. Unfortunately for her, Peter came from wealth and had seen plenty of women. He had zero interest in Valerie. Plus, knowing she was infertile from multiple abortions, Peter looked down on her completely. Peter forcefully pushed Valerie out of his arms, and a flash of hurt crossed her eyes. But she didn’t blame Peter—instead, she directed all her hatred toward me. She asked with feigned curiosity, “Isabel, is your family’s fertility really that miraculous? You’re not exaggerating, are you? If you can’t have children, you’ll be kicked out of the house.” Upon hearing this, Peter’s eyes showed a hint of doubt as he looked at me. Valerie stared straight at me, a mocking smile playing at the corners of her mouth. I remained completely calm, simply nodding firmly once more: “My family’s fertility has been passed down for five generations without a single failure. Don’t worry—I absolutely won’t disappoint you. I’ll definitely give you a son as soon as possible!” With that, I brazenly pulled out the ovulation injections and fertility drugs I’d prepared from my bag, right in front of both of them. This scene made Valerie’s eyes light up instantly. Peter was even more eager, grabbing my hand and saying urgently, “Isabel, let’s skip the rest of the wedding ceremony. Let’s go to bed right now—you’ll definitely get pregnant immediately!” Valerie also grabbed my hand with a fake smile, pushing me toward the bedroom: “Isabel, hurry up and go to bed with Mr. Geller. I hope you get pregnant soon too!” Watching them both so eager to use me, I laughed coldly inside. In my previous life, Peter had schemed and pursued me, married me, all just to use me as a breeding machine. Even though he knew that too many ovulation shots would seriously damage my body, he still forced me to inject them daily, ignoring my agonizing pain and even causing permanent damage to my ovaries. And Valerie—not only did she steal everything from me through the system, but she also caused my entire family’s tragic death. These two demons, after working together to drain every ounce of value from me, even forced me to die. Since I’ve been given a second chance at life, I must make them pay the price they deserve!

On our wedding night, Valerie didn’t hesitate to inject me with an excessive dose of ovulation stimulants. Peter completely ignored the severe abdominal pain I suffered from the drug overdose and forced himself on me over ten times. Both of them eagerly anticipated my pregnancy and even bought a large quantity of fertility drugs, insisting I take good care of my body. In my previous life, I had no idea Peter suffered from oligospermia and thought he genuinely wanted children. Even though those medicines tasted bitter and awful, I silently endured drinking them. But this time, I poured all the medications directly into flower pots and used my phone to book six virile male models. In my past life, I spent every day at home diligently taking injections and medications to prepare for pregnancy, while Peter never stopped sleeping with other women. He’d spend his days juggling various women and only return home at night to go through the motions with me. However, fortunately, he wasn’t stingy with money and never set limits on my spending. But aside from that, he showed almost no concern for me. Therefore, in this life, my affairs with the six male models went completely unnoticed by him. During the day, I indulged myself with the energetic male models. At night, I would casually brush Peter off. Meanwhile, I deliberately sent messages to provoke Valerie, hinting that I might already be pregnant. Sure enough, after I revealed this news to Valerie, she hastily married a seventy-year-old wealthy old man the very next day. Some well-meaning people advised her not to gamble with her happiness, but she didn’t care at all and even declared she would definitely bear this old man a son. Everyone mocked her for being crazy. But I understood that if she didn’t hurry up and get married, once I became pregnant, the child would immediately transfer to her belly. After all, if she remained unmarried, there would be no way to explain who the father was. Initially, she had wanted to seduce Peter into bed, but with beautiful women surrounding him, Peter had no interest in her. She had to find another way out and settled for a wealthy old man who was already sterile. I couldn’t be bothered with her scheming. Every day, aside from visiting Camilla, I spent my time enjoying myself with my kept male models. Four months later, Peter brought a doctor to examine my body, and Valerie also came to join the spectacle. When the doctor announced that I wasn’t pregnant at all, Peter’s face immediately darkened. He immediately erupted in anger: “I gave you so many ovulation shots, how are you still not pregnant? I married you and spent money on you just to have a child!” Seeing me being scolded, Valerie was extremely pleased. She glanced at me mockingly, lovingly stroking her own belly, and said with contempt: “Isabel, everyone in your family has such fertile genes, how are you the exception? My husband is already 70 years old, and I still managed to get pregnant successfully. But you? After trying so hard for so long, you’re still not pregnant.” I looked up and saw that although she had only been married to that old man for four months, her belly looked like she was already eight months pregnant. I suppressed the smile at the corner of my mouth and pretended to be upset: “I don’t know what’s wrong either. It’s all my fault!” Seeing me so defeated, Valerie became even more smug and continued to mock me: “Pregnancy is also about luck. Maybe you just have bad luck, unlike me—I get pregnant easily. Mr. Geller, don’t be discouraged. You and Isabel will definitely succeed next time!” Looking at Valerie’s prominently protruding belly, Peter appeared quite depressed. Unwilling to admit that he couldn’t even compare to a 70-year-old man, he shifted all the blame onto me: “Isabel, you’ve taken so many medications, why can’t you even compare to Valerie? Tell me! Have you been neglecting to take your medicine properly during this time?” I quickly shook my head in denial. He then warned: “Isabel, I’m warning you—if you’re still not pregnant within our two-year trial marriage period, I won’t marry you when the time comes.” Valerie hurriedly handed me a stack of ovulation injections. She said, “Isabel, make sure you take your shots and medication properly. You’ll definitely get pregnant. Don’t slack off just because you’re afraid of pain or discomfort!” After giving me countless reminders, they finally left. Over the following period, I occasionally received provocative text messages from Valerie. [Mr. Geller is so generous! He even bought me lots of fruit, feeling sorry for how hard pregnancy is on me!] [Oh my, Mr. Geller has been coming by so frequently lately, constantly asking me about how to get pregnant.] [But I told him that not everyone is as lucky as I am. Isabel, you better work harder!] Looking at Valerie’s boastful messages, I let out a cold laugh and reached over to caress the male model’s muscular chest. After enjoying his services, I leisurely replied: [Then I really need to learn from you and give Peter a dozen children as soon as possible!] I gently stroked my flat stomach, waiting to watch Valerie’s downfall. Six months later, Valerie successfully gave birth to sextuplets for that seventy-year-old man. However, due to eating too much fruit during pregnancy, the fetuses were abnormally large, and the delivery nearly killed her. I thought Valerie would quiet down for a while after this. But less than a month after she gave birth, I received a surveillance video. In the video, Valerie wore revealing lingerie, lifted Peter’s chin with her finger, and spoke in a seductive voice: “Mr. Geller, I have a fertile constitution. Would you like to try?” Although Peter had been with countless women, a woman who had just given birth was still a novelty for him. He smiled as he undressed and immediately embraced Valerie, beginning their sexual encounter. He buried his head in Valerie’s full breasts, sucking frantically. While moving rhythmically, Valerie didn’t forget to moan and ask: “Mr. Geller, what if I get pregnant before Isabel does?” Peter, his eyes filled with lust, laughed and replied: “Whoever gets pregnant first, I’ll marry.” Valerie continued asking: “But what if I really do get pregnant first?” Peter chuckled softly, pinched Valerie’s nose, and promised: “Then of course I’ll marry you and bring you home!” The two rolled together again, lost in passion. Watching the surveillance footage of their affair, I felt completely unmoved and casually wrapped my arm around the male model’s neck. Since they were working so hard, I had to make sure they got exactly what they wanted. The agreed-upon two-year trial period quickly passed, and I confidently arrived at City Hall, notifying Peter to come register our marriage. However, Peter showed up with my medical report, looking at me like I was trash: “Isabel, you’re not even pregnant, yet you still fantasize about marrying me? Dream on!” Peter’s parents, Evelyn Geller and Bruce Geller, also rushed back from abroad, shaking their heads in disappointment: “We were told you had a fertile constitution, which is why we agreed to let Peter marry you. But you still can’t get pregnant! What a waste of our family’s investment in you, you worthless thing!” In my previous life, Evelyn and Bruce had always looked down on my background, constantly mocking and even verbally abusing me. In their eyes, I was just a breeding machine they had purchased, not a flesh-and-blood person. And in my previous life, my death by car accident was the result of their scheming for Valerie. I glared at them hatefully, then shrugged: “How is it my fault that I can’t get pregnant? Why don’t you blame your son instead?” Hearing this, Peter seemed to hit a nerve and glared at me viciously: “Isabel, since you’re so ungrateful, don’t blame me for abandoning you!” With that, he announced in front of all the City Hall staff: “I will not marry her. My wife is someone else!” People around us began whispering and pointing at me. My expression remained unchanged as I asked mockingly: “Oh? Who’s lucky enough to be married by Mr. Geller?” Peter snorted coldly: “Anyone I marry would be better than marrying a woman like you who can’t bear children!” Then he shouted toward the City Hall entrance: “Valerie, come here and register for marriage with me!” As soon as he finished speaking, everyone craned their necks to see who was coming. The next second, they froze in terror and screamed: “Ghost! It’s a ghost!” Valerie, supporting her waist and wearing a pure white wedding dress, slowly approached. She was now skeletal, nothing but skin and bones, with thin limbs but an absurdly large belly. That belly looked like someone had forcibly stuffed hundreds of basketballs into it, grotesquely piled into a small mountain that had drained all her nutrition.

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After my son Carson Howard’s wife Harley Howard became pregnant with their third child, I, Scarlett Howard, decided to work as a nanny to help support the family financially. However, when Carson learned about the employer’s information, his face instantly changed, and he absolutely refused to let me take the job. I patiently explained that this employer was very generous, offering three times the market rate, but Carson remained firmly opposed. To prevent me from leaving the house, he cruelly broke both my legs and imprisoned me at home. I wanted Harley to help persuade him, but Carson must have said something to her because she glared at me angrily: “At your age, you still want to run around outside. How shameless!” I couldn’t understand why they were treating me this way when everything I was doing was for this family. Later, because I couldn’t get timely medical treatment, my legs began to rot. I finally found a chance to contact my husband Kevin Howard, hoping he could rescue me. When Kevin, who had been married to me for fifty years, saw me, he only praised Carson: “You did the right thing! That’s exactly how you should handle restless people like her—lock them up at home.” They locked me in the pigpen at home, and I died shortly after. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I decided to become a nanny. ***** “Mom, did you find a job? Harley and I really can’t afford to raise so many children. This is your grandchild too—you need to do your part!” The familiar voice rang out. I opened my eyes and saw Carson supporting Harley, both holding a medical report. Though this should have been joyful news, I felt only coldness in my heart. I didn’t have time to congratulate them. Instead, I immediately grabbed my phone to check the time, finally confirming that I had been reborn. In my previous life, after Harley became pregnant, I came to the city to help her take care of my granddaughter Claire Howard. The second year, she got pregnant again and gave birth to another daughter. I told her that boys and girls were the same, that two children were enough, and I couldn’t handle caring for more. However, by the fourth year, she was pregnant again. To ease the family’s financial burden, Carson suggested I work as a nanny for others. Nannies earned good money these days and could help supplement the household income. I followed his suggestion and quickly found a job. After the interview, the employer was very satisfied with my performance, and I could officially start work in a few days. I shared this good news with Carson. When he heard I could earn twelve thousand dollars a month as a nanny, he seemed very happy. But when he saw the employer’s information, his expression suddenly darkened. He said: “You’re not going! Quit this job immediately. You absolutely cannot work for that family!” I didn’t understand why he reacted so strongly. Thinking he felt the salary was too low, I quickly explained: “The employer said this twelve thousand dollars is just the probationary salary. If I do well, they’ll give me raises later. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely work hard.” Hearing this, Carson became even more furious and turned to shout at me: “I said you’re not going, so you’re not going!” Seeing his attitude, I felt somewhat displeased. This was a good job paying twelve thousand dollars a month—what a shame to give it up. I said: “Why can’t I take such a good job? If I don’t go, how will you afford to raise three children?” I mentioned the three children, hoping to make him understand the logic. However, he kicked me in the chest: “Why do you insist on going to that particular family?” I was knocked to the ground, clutching my chest and gasping for air, my heart filled with shock. I asked with difficulty: “Do you know them? Why can’t I go?” Carson snorted coldly: “I said no, so it’s no! From now on, you’ll stay home and take care of the children, or I’ll beat you to death!” Our argument drew Harley over. She quickly helped me up from the floor and asked: “What happened? How could you lay hands on your mother?” Carson leaned close to Harley and whispered something in her ear. Harley’s expression instantly changed: “You shameless woman, still restless at your age! You’re not going! You’ll stay home and take care of the children!” I kept asking for reasons, but Carson and Harley only grew more furious. Finally, Carson actually rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a rolling pin, and brutally broke both my legs. He said viciously: “Now let’s see how you escape!” I was confined at home, unable to move a single step due to the excruciating pain in my legs. Carson only gave me one cup of water daily to keep me alive, just enough to prevent me from dying of thirst. One day, when Carson wasn’t home, I used Claire’s phone watch to contact Kevin, telling him to hurry to the city to rescue me. When he arrived and saw my rotting legs, he angrily scolded Carson: “Your mother working as a nanny was for your own good. Why did you beat her? She’s your mother! How can your heart be so cruel?” Carson looked at me with a dark expression and handed the employer’s information to Kevin. But when Kevin glanced at it, he too froze in place.

The next second, he slapped me hard across the face. “You bitch, you’re not going!” “You restless piece of trash, I should beat you to death!” Watching their reactions, my heart sank into complete despair. Yet I still couldn’t give up and pressed on: “Why? Why can’t I go?” Kevin didn’t answer. He just turned to Carson and said, “We can’t let her go. Lock her up and keep her locked up until she dies!” Carson scratched his head anxiously. As if something occurred to him, he said, “Let’s take her back to the village and lock her up so she can never get out!” Kevin agreed with this decision, so they brought me back to the village and locked me in a pigsty, where I lived and ate with the pigs. Since my leg wound went untreated, it rapidly worsened, and I eventually died in that pigsty. Even until my death, I couldn’t understand why they all wanted me dead after hearing I was going to work as a nanny. Fortunately, God gave me a chance to be reborn, allowing me the opportunity to figure all this out. At this moment, I stared at Carson’s seemingly kind smile, steadied myself, and said, “Not yet. The employer thought I was too old.” In my previous life, after being hired by the employer, I had excitedly told them the news. This time, I chose to keep it secret, which should prevent any problems. Carson said, “Didn’t the agency say that experienced people like you are the most popular?” There was already a hint of suspicion in his eyes. “You’re not trying to avoid going and deliberately saying you can’t find work, are you?” I laughed awkwardly and explained, “Carson, how can you say that about me? I still need to earn money to help support the family. I’ll call the agency in a bit to help me find a suitable job.” Carson nodded. “Harley is pregnant now, and everything costs money. If you really can’t find work, you can go wash dishes. Every little bit helps.” I agreed and quickly ducked into the kitchen to start cooking. To avoid being discovered, I even tucked my phone into my pocket, worried that Carson might check it and realize I had already found a job. But it was precisely this action that made him even more suspicious. While I was cooking in the kitchen, I heard Carson making a phone call outside. He said, “Hello, is this the agency? I wanted to ask if you’ve found work for my mom yet?” Despite the range hood roaring in my ears, I instantly caught his voice. I immediately became nervous and rushed out of the kitchen. Carson said, “Oh, you already found something. Okay, I got it.” The moment he hung up, Carson’s expression suddenly turned dark. Realizing things were going badly, I immediately tried to run outside. However, with my aging body, there was no way I could match him. Carson grabbed my hair with one hand and raised the other high, slapping me hard across the face. He cursed, “Bitch, I knew you weren’t being honest! Of all the things you could do, you had to go work as someone’s servant! Are you that desperate to be degraded?” The scene from my previous life was playing out again, but I still didn’t understand why he was dissatisfied when I found work, even though he was the one who told me to look for a job in the first place. Having learned from my previous life, I knew that if I insisted on asking for reasons now, I would only face an even more brutal outcome. The most important thing right now was to get Carson to calm down first.

I collapsed to the floor, trembling all over, my eyes filled with terror. Clasping my hands together, I pleaded with Carson: “Carson, everything I did was for you and your family! That boss pays well, and all the money I earned went to you. If you don’t want me to go, I won’t. I’ll go wherever you want me to.” However, upon hearing these words, Carson’s expression didn’t soften at all—instead, it grew even darker. He cursed angrily: “You still dare to say that! Playing the victim won’t work on me. Don’t think you can escape this way!” Seeing his growing rage, I knew deep down that nothing I said would help now. My only thought was to get out of there—fast! I struggled to my feet against the wall and desperately rushed toward the door, trying to escape to somewhere with people around. The moment I opened the door, I screamed at the top of my lungs: “Help! My son is trying to kill me! Help!” Carson immediately lunged forward, covering my mouth with his hand and forcefully dragging me back inside by my collar: “Shut up!” Fortunately, the neighbors heard my cries for help and came out to see what was happening. When they saw me being roughly dragged around, they immediately stepped in to stop him. “Stop it! She’s your mother! How can you lay a hand on her?” “Let her go right now—I’ve already called the police! They’ll be here any minute.” “You animal! Your mother came to the city to help you take care of your child, and instead of being grateful, you dare to hit her!” More and more neighbors gathered at the scene, some even pulling out their phones to record Carson’s face. For a moment, he seemed hesitant to hit me. But he quickly came up with a strategy, sighing and saying: “Everyone, you’ve really misunderstood. My mother has mental health issues. She was just screaming and yelling at home, and I was afraid she’d disturb your rest, so I was trying to calm her down.” “That’s not true! He’s lying! I was cooking in the kitchen when he suddenly barged in and tried to kill me!” I quickly protested. The neighbors began to hesitate, looking back and forth between Carson and me, unsure whom to believe. Carson said: “If you don’t believe me, you can ask my wife—she knows about my mother’s mental illness too.” Carson called into the house, and Harley came out. He whispered something in her ear, and Harley immediately said loudly to me: “Mom, did you forget to take your medication again? Look how you’re affecting all the neighbors when you have an episode.” At that moment, Carson and Harley wore appropriate smiles on their faces, while I looked terrified and incoherent like a madwoman. Gradually, most of the neighbors chose to believe them rather than me. Just when I was about to despair, the police arrived. I immediately turned to the officers for help, while Carson calmly walked forward: “I’m sorry, officers. My mother does have mental health issues. We apologize for the trouble.” “I don’t have mental health issues! He attacked me first! Look at the injuries on my face—this animal nearly beat me to death. You have to save me, officers!” I quickly pointed to my swollen cheek to show the police. The officer looked sternly at Carson: “Even if she has mental health issues, you can’t hit her, especially not like this!” Carson sighed with feigned helplessness: “You’re absolutely right—I was wrong to do that. But when she has an episode, she attacks people, and I panicked in the moment and accidentally hit her. If you don’t believe me, I can call my father—he knows her condition best.” Before long, Kevin rushed over. When he saw the injuries on my face, he pulled me into his arms with heartache. He glared angrily at Carson: “You bastard! She’s your mother—can’t you talk things through instead of this?” Carson stepped forward and said to Kevin: “She insists on working as a servant for others to make money. Look at what she’s doing.” He pulled up the employer’s information on his phone—details the agency had just sent him. After Kevin carefully reviewed the information, he suddenly stood up. I immediately lost my support and fell to the ground again. Kevin cursed: “You bitch! All you ever think about is those foreigners! You still dare to run off—believe me, I’ll beat you to death!” Kevin’s earlier tenderness vanished instantly, replaced by pure rage, as if I had truly committed an unforgivable crime. In that moment, my last shred of hope was shattered. My heart filled with despair, and tears streamed down uncontrollably. I said: “I’m getting old. Going out to work and earn money is just to help you both! What exactly did I do wrong?” Kevin kicked me hard in the stomach: “You think that’s about making money? You know damn well what you’re really after.” Just as he was about to hit me again, the police quickly stepped forward to stop him: “No violence!” But Kevin flashed a smile at the officers: “Officer, this is a family matter. It’s none of your business, right?” He wasn’t wrong. Although I was injured, it wasn’t severe enough for the police to intervene. But once they left, only death awaited me. So I desperately grabbed the officer’s sleeve and pleaded: “Save me! They’ll beat me to death! I don’t want to die—please, save me!” I knelt humbly on the ground, tears streaming down my face. Carson and Kevin tried to pry my hands away and drag me back inside, but I clung tightly to the officer’s sleeve as if it were my only lifeline. Seeing that force wasn’t working, Carson immediately changed tactics and let go. He said: “Fine, Mom. I was only worried about you getting exhausted working outside, that’s why I tried to stop you. Since you want to go, then go ahead.” However, the cold gleam in his eyes sent chills down my spine. I immediately shook my head, saying frantically: “I won’t go anymore. I won’t work—I want to go home.” Carson turned to the police and shrugged helplessly: “You see, Officer? I told you she has mental problems, but you didn’t believe me. One minute she wants to work, the next she wants to go home. Who knows what she’s thinking?” Kevin took the opportunity to pull me toward the house, apologizing to the police: “Sorry for the trouble, Officers. You can go now. I’ll make sure to keep her under control so she doesn’t have another episode.” The police found their explanation reasonable and tried to get me to let go. But I refused to release my grip no matter what. This only convinced them further that I had mental issues, so they had no choice but to remove their jacket to break free. Then Carson and Kevin forcibly dragged me into the house. As the door was about to close, I struggled violently. Just then, Carson moved too abruptly and dropped his phone. When I caught a glimpse of the employer’s photo on the screen, I suddenly understood everything.

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