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We’ve been dating for five years, and my lawyer fiancé, Aaron Moore, has canceled our wedding for the fifty-second time. During our first wedding, his law firm intern, Nicole Williams, messed up some case files. He rushed back to the office, leaving me alone on the beach all day. At our second wedding, halfway through the ceremony, he heard Nicole was being hassled by another lawyer. He immediately went to her rescue, leaving me to face the guests’ snickers alone. After that, no matter when I scheduled our wedding, Nicole would always have some emergency that required Aaron’s help. Finally, heartbroken, I decided to end the relationship. The day I was preparing to leave Los Angeles, Aaron anxiously searched the entire city for me. ***** Today is my fifty-second wedding attempt with Aaron. This time, I didn’t invite any friends—only our families are present. I’m running a high fever but still confirming final details with the wedding planner, while Aaron couldn’t care less about any of it. In the makeup room, he’s busy applying ice to Nicole’s ankle, who rushed here despite her sprain. My parents see this and shake their heads in disappointment. “He’s never cared about your feelings.” Everyone knows how much this wedding means to me and how I hoped for a perfect ending. But just as the ceremony is about to begin, Aaron, who should be waiting at the altar, cancels our wedding yet again. I chase after him, but he stops me, saying, “Nicole’s ankle has gotten worse. I need to take her to the ER. Let’s cancel the wedding. Next time, I promise I won’t leave.” With that, Aaron shakes off my hand and helps Nicole into the passenger seat. We’ve been together for five years, and this is the fifty-second time he’s canceled our wedding because of Nicole. In the past, I would have hysterically demanded to know why he always leaves during our weddings, but this time I just stand quietly aside and smile, saying, “It’s okay. Nicole’s injury can’t wait.” Aaron pauses, seemingly surprised by my agreement. He says, “I’m glad you understand. I’ll bring you your favorite red velvet cake tonight.” I nod, watching him drive away before dropping my smile. He forgot that I hate red velvet cake—I hate all sweets. The one who loves red velvet cake isn’t me. Once, he bought cake to cheer me up. I couldn’t bear to refuse, so I reluctantly took a bite and only afterward told him I disliked sweets. Aaron immediately pulled out his phone and made a note, saying he would never forget. Yet in just five years, he has forgotten. The scorching sun burns my skin, but my heart feels cold. I laugh bitterly, return to the church to announce the cancellation, and publicly cut to pieces the wedding dress I’ve worn fifty-two times. I know it’s time to cut off these five years of feelings as well.

Eventually, my parents stayed to persuade me, “Why don’t you come back to Boston with us?” This wasn’t the first time they’d tried to convince me to return. I slumped on the couch, looking up to see the hopeful expressions on my parents’ faces. They were the founders of Boston’s largest law firm, and it was their influence that led me to become a lawyer. Originally, they had planned for me to intern at the family firm after graduation, but because I met Aaron in college, I followed him to Los Angeles instead. He grew up on a Midwestern farm and hated when people mentioned my privileged background. So for five years, I never told him about my family background. In his eyes, I was just an ordinary person. Over those five years, I grew from a junior lawyer into a litigation attorney with a solid reputation. We won the firm’s Best Partnership Award three years in a row, and colleagues referred to us as the “Golden Duo.” Our lives kept getting better, and I thought the time was right, but I never found the right opportunity to tell him the truth. Thinking back on all this, I sighed. Now these things would never need to be said. I said, “Okay, I’ll go back with you.” My parents were delighted, squeezing my hands tightly as they said, “Sweetheart, we’ll book your ticket right away. We won’t let you suffer here anymore!” After settling my parents in their accommodations, I returned to the apartment. The apartment was as empty as ever. I ate something quickly, then opened Instagram to see Nicole had just updated her status. In the photo, she was wearing tight yoga clothes, taking a selfie with her arm intimately wrapped around Aaron’s shoulders. [Tricked Aaron away from wedding prep to play tennis, and he was a little annoyed. But when I invited him over for dinner at my place, he cheered up immediately!] Seeing this post made me sick to my stomach. I knew Aaron wouldn’t be coming home tonight, just like countless nights before. Thankfully, we never officially got married. I wouldn’t have to swallow my pride anymore. Early the next morning, I took my packed luggage to the firm to process my resignation. Because of my outstanding performance, my boss Walter Johnson tried hard to keep me. While we were talking, Aaron walked in with some files. I glimpsed the hickey on his neck and smelled the distinct peach perfume on him. Clearly, he’d enjoyed himself last night. In the past, Aaron hated when I left marks on him, saying it affected his professional image. So I always restrained myself when we made love. Turns out he didn’t dislike being marked—he just disliked being marked by me. As soon as Aaron entered, Walter sighed and said, “Perfect timing. Talk some sense into Olivia. She suddenly wants to resign. Did you two have a fight?” I said, “It has nothing to do with him.” Aaron asked, “You’re resigning?” We spoke simultaneously. I saw his gaze fixed intently on me, his expression serious. He said, “So you’re still angry about canceling the wedding yesterday, aren’t you?” Walter left, giving us the office to ourselves. Once the door closed, Aaron strode over to me and demanded, “I already told you I canceled yesterday because Nicole injured her ankle. Why are you being so petty?” Suppressing my anger, I lied, “I’m not angry. I’m resigning because I’m exhausted and need a break to regroup.” He frowned and said, “If you want a break, you can use your vacation days. If you suddenly resign like this, people will think you have something against Nicole. She just started her career—how is she supposed to work at the firm after this?” He’d forgotten that I’d already used up all my vacation days this year, wasting them on his repeatedly canceled weddings. And all he cared about was Nicole’s situation at the firm. I was disappointed. I stared at the hickey on his neck, saying nothing. He noticed my gaze and instinctively covered his neck, explaining, “It’s a mosquito bite, don’t misunderstand.” I was somewhat surprised that instead of arguing with me this time, he tried to explain. But his excuse was so clumsy—in the past, I might have believed it. I nodded, still silent. Aaron sighed with relief, thinking I’d calmed down. He smiled and put his arm around my shoulders, saying, “That’s more like it. Being gracious is how you become a top lawyer. Don’t resign. Tonight I’ll take you to a Michelin-star restaurant as compensation, okay?” I still didn’t speak, which he took as agreement. I abandoned my original plan to properly say goodbye to Aaron. Now I didn’t want to tell him about going to Boston at all. “Mr. Moore!” Nicole barged in without knocking. Aaron pulled away from me as if he’d been shocked. Nicole pretended to be embarrassed, smiling as she said, “Sorry to interrupt, but I really don’t understand this case…” Aaron walked toward her without looking back, carefully examining the file and patiently asking which parts confused her. Nicole deliberately stood very close to Aaron. They conversed as if I wasn’t even there. As they left, Nicole clung to Aaron’s arm, and before closing the door, she turned to give me a challenging smile. Only the sound of my breathing remained in the empty office. The next moment, the bracelet on my wrist unexpectedly fell off and broke. It was a gift Aaron gave me on our first anniversary. He said he hoped our relationship would be as perfect as that bracelet. After a long silence, I picked up the broken bracelet and, along with the last trace of reluctance in my heart, threw it into the trash.

I insisted on submitting my resignation to Walter, then returned to my desk to begin the handover process. Brittany Taylor, who was responsible for the transition, had a good relationship with me and seemed reluctant to see me leave. “Olivia, are you really leaving? Now I’ll have to watch Aaron and Nicole’s flirtatious drama in the office every day!” she said. Following Brittany’s gaze, I saw Aaron explaining case details to Nicole. Nicole seemed upset, as if Aaron had scolded her. To cheer her up, Aaron pulled out a Cartier bracelet. Nicole immediately smiled and put it on. Noticing my gaze, Nicole hurriedly stood up and said, “Olivia, there’s nothing going on between Aaron and me, this is just a casual gift!” Her comment immediately drew the attention of everyone in the office. They all looked back and forth between Nicole and me. We had been dating for five years, and Aaron had never given me expensive gifts. Plus, like Aaron, they all thought I came from an ordinary family background. The people around me looked at me with pity. Standing beside me, Brittany lowered her voice and said, “You two are still engaged! The way they’re openly flirting is absolutely humiliating you.” I placed my hand on Brittany’s and shook my head, signaling her not to get worked up, then calmly looked at Nicole and said, “That bracelet is beautiful. It suits you.” When Nicole didn’t see me get angry, she continued to provoke me, saying, “Olivia, it really is just a casual gift, don’t be upset.” I found it laughable. Of course I wasn’t upset. I had many such pieces of jewelry, they were just kept at my home in Boston. Aaron stood up when he heard this and scolded me, “Olivia, stop being unreasonable.” I sighed, shook my head, and said, “I’m really not upset. Please stop overanalyzing my reactions.” My tone was too calm, which clearly caught Aaron off guard. He then snorted, “It better be that way.” Then he pulled Nicole back to sit down. Brittany couldn’t help but whisper to me, “You’re just going to let them act like this?” While organizing files, I replied, “Yes, after all, I’ve already broken up with him unilaterally.” I’ve planned fifty-two weddings, none of which succeeded. I’m tired. After work, Aaron surprisingly came over to help me pack up. He said, “Let’s go. I made a reservation at the restaurant for eight o’clock. If we leave now, we’ll arrive just in time.” Aaron suddenly noticed my bare wrist and anxiously asked, “Where’s the bracelet I gave you?” I said, “I was afraid of damaging it, so I left it at home.” Aaron visibly relaxed and smiled, “Didn’t you used to wear it every day? Why so careful all of a sudden?” As I was thinking of how to respond, Nicole came running over, saying, “Mr. Moore, I’m ready!” Aaron was immediately drawn to Nicole, gesturing for her to wait in the car. I watched as Nicole went straight to the passenger seat—the seat Aaron had said was reserved for his future wife, the one he said I could only sit in after we were married. Seeing Nicole’s challenging look, I lowered my head without responding. I felt completely calm. At the restaurant, Aaron and Nicole sat on the same side and ordered without asking what I wanted. I didn’t care, just quietly gazing at the night view outside the window. After tomorrow, I would never see this city again. When the food arrived, Aaron surprisingly peeled some lobster meat for me. He said, “The lobster here is excellent.” I looked up to see Aaron’s rare gentle smile. I hadn’t expected him to be considerate of me at a time like this. Nicole immediately took credit, saying, “I recommended this lobster to Mr. Moore! Last time we came, Aaron ate three portions by himself!” Aaron said embarrassedly, “Why are you telling Olivia this…” Nicole pretended to be apologetic, “I’m sorry, Olivia. Please don’t let this affect your impression of Aaron.” They smiled at each other right in front of me. Looking at the lobster before me, I suddenly lost my appetite. I forced myself to eat a little and said, “I don’t really like it. You two can have it.” Aaron and Nicole’s laughter abruptly stopped. Aaron cautiously asked, “Are you unhappy?” I shook my head and said, “No, the lobster is just too fishy.” I thought to myself, “This lobster is like your relationship—disgusting.” After dinner, Aaron drove the drunk Nicole home, and I was the one who closed her car door. Watching their car drive away, I immediately took a taxi to the airport. On my phone, Aaron was still sending messages discussing our next wedding. Perhaps out of guilt, Aaron volunteered to plan this wedding himself. [Don’t worry, this time it will go smoothly. No one will disturb us!] I emotionlessly replied: [Okay.] I knew it was impossible. This wedding would inevitably be canceled like all the others. Before boarding, Aaron sent another message: [Nicole has a stomachache from drinking too much. I won’t be coming home tonight. Take care of yourself.] I let out a cold laugh, not surprised at all. I replied: [That’s fine. You can even stay at Nicole’s place. I’ve already left with my luggage, and from now on, we have no relationship.] [Aaron, goodbye forever.] After sending that final message, I deleted all of Aaron’s contact information. As the plane took off, I watched the brilliant lights of Los Angeles gradually fade away beneath me. Meanwhile, Aaron was in for quite a surprise.

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On my tenth Christmas, because I begged my brother Jacob Cox to come home for my birthday, he died in that plane crash, his body never found. Since then, my parents have resented me. They blamed me for Jacob’s death, forcing me to visit his memorial every Christmas to repent. Eight Christmases passed. Just when I thought I’d spend my entire life atoning, I was stalked and killed by a criminal on my eighteenth birthday. Before dying, I desperately tried to message my mom Elizabeth Morgan for help, but she harshly accused me: “You just don’t want to atone, always lying! If you hadn’t forced him to come back, Jacob wouldn’t have died. This is the punishment you deserve!” The call ended abruptly. I stared blankly at the darkened screen, suddenly losing all will to survive. I thought maybe I really shouldn’t be alive. But later, Jacob—who should have been dead for eight Christmases—returned with his pregnant fiancée. When they learned of my death, they were devastated. ***** On my tenth birthday, I made a fatal mistake—I caused my own brother’s death. I grew up in a happy family with loving parents and an exceptional brother, cherished by everyone. But all that vanished with one phone call. That day was my birthday. I called Jacob, wanting him to come home to celebrate with me. Instead, he died in a plane crash, his body never recovered. From that moment on, my parents despised me. They told me repeatedly: “Why did you force Jacob to come back? Why couldn’t it have been you who died?” That accident didn’t just kill Jacob—it killed me too. Guilt, remorse, and my parents’ accusations pushed me into an abyss. I questioned myself countless times: “Why did I ask Jacob to come back? Why did God take Jacob?” If I hadn’t called him that day, he might never have died. Regret was useless, and no one would give me answers. From my tenth birthday onward, I lived in atonement. Every Christmas, on the anniversary of the crash—my birthday—my parents made me visit the cemetery to repent. I endured this for eight Christmases. Just when I thought my life couldn’t get more miserable, the “Devil in the Rain” found me and brutally murdered me. Even then, I fought desperately to survive. I pulled out the stun gun my father Richard Cox had given me, disguised as an adorable white lamb. Years ago, because of Richard’s work, he’d made enemies. Once, Elizabeth and I were kidnapped, and she was dragged dozens of yards by a vehicle trying to save me. Richard took a knife to the chest for us. We only survived with help from the police. After that, Richard gave me a pendant containing a high-voltage stun gun. After teaching me how to use it, he told me: “I can’t always be there to protect you. You must keep yourself safe.” When the criminal caught me, I desperately activated the stun gun and lunged at him, but it malfunctioned. I lost my last chance at survival. To this day, I vividly remember everything I endured. Wrenches, pliers, axes—each tool used mercilessly on my body. My terrified expressions became the killer’s stimulant. The pain made me sob uncontrollably, losing control of my bodily functions. I never imagined bone-breaking sounds could be so loud, echoing clearly in my ears. I slipped into unconsciousness.

When I opened my eyes again, I had become a ghost. I was shocked to find myself in the police station. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared as Richard, dressed in his work clothes, looked at the body with eyes full of compassion. Several young forensic experts surrounded him. On the table lay a bag containing a body that had been cut into pieces. Sheriff Michael Hunt and his team had worked hard to find the body bag before the heavy rain could soak it. I never thought my death would be discovered so quickly. Perhaps God took pity on me, allowing a homeless man to find a bag of flesh while rummaging through garbage, which led to the discovery of my fingers. A heavy downpour had set the stage for this brutal dismemberment case. Outside, lightning flashed and thunder roared as rain poured down in torrents. All police officers, accompanied by K-9 units, were searching throughout the city. Michael was furious. This brutal dismemberment case matched the method of the “Rain Demon” from seven or eight years ago. He asked, “Richard, don’t you think this case resembles the work of the ‘Rain Demon’ from eight years ago?” Richard’s face darkened. The “Rain Demon” was a killer who specifically chose rainy days to commit his crimes. He particularly enjoyed torturing and killing young women, destroying countless happy families. Back then, Richard had finally gathered enough evidence and was ready to arrest the “Rain Demon.” But the “Rain Demon” fled after becoming aware of the investigation, and to seek revenge, he sabotaged the plane Jacob was on, dying alongside him. Their remains have never been found. Michael immediately thought of the “Rain Demon.” If he hadn’t died, he would certainly return for revenge. He warned Richard, “Richard, if it really is the ‘Rain Demon,’ you must ensure Elizabeth and Penelope stay safe. Most importantly, protect Penelope. She was the ‘Rain Demon’s’ chosen target!” But upon hearing my name, Richard coldly replied, “She should have died long ago.” My heart ached. I should have died long ago. These eight years were a life I had stolen. Michael knew about the plane crash from years ago, and wanted to comfort Richard, but said nothing. Back then, after learning of Jacob’s death, Richard and Elizabeth searched for him on the mountain where the plane crashed for three days and nights. In the end, they knelt by the roadside, begging God to bless Jacob. The pain of losing their son was something they could never overcome. Michael sighed, “Richard, don’t think too much about it. This case is getting a lot of attention, and we’re under tremendous pressure!” Richard understood his meaning and began working. He carefully removed the pieces of flesh from the bag, cursing the cruel killer. Some young forensic experts were seeing such a body for the first time and were shocked. However, the most important task now was to identify the victim. After officers brought back all the body fragments they could find, Richard began piecing together the body’s shape. I floated beside him, watching as he spent an entire day reconstructing a skinless body. I felt somewhat relieved. I knew my death was gruesome and worried that Richard would be horrified if he recognized me. I was also grateful that my guilt-ridden life had finally ended. Michael looked at the body on the table with a serious expression. He asked Richard if the killer did this to avoid leaving evidence or out of psychological perversion. After a long pause, Richard replied in a hoarse voice, “He wasn’t afraid of leaving evidence. According to our tests, the victim was skinned while still alive.” Clenching his fists, he said, “He did this purely out of rage!” Pointing at my body, he continued, “Look, this body even shows signs of salt corrosion! The killer tortured the victim by cutting off her flesh piece by piece!” Richard lamented sorrowfully, “This was just a young girl, 16 to 20 years old! It’s too cruel!” Floating beside Richard, I couldn’t help but applaud him. He truly deserved his reputation as the city’s best medical examiner, able to accurately determine my cause of death. Michael angrily cursed the killer, then said, “We’re currently investigating reports of missing females between 16 and 20 years old in the past two days, hoping to quickly identify the victim.”

Hearing this, Richard seemed to remember something and added, “By the way, the killer’s evidence bag containing the victim’s remains is missing the right leg bone. It’s very likely that the leg bone had features that could identify the victim, such as a congenital deformity, old injury, or surgical marks. And since the victim’s facial area was corroded by acidic solution, reconstructing the face will take time.” He sighed and removed his gloves. Next to Richard’s hand lay the blood-stained lamb pendant. Clearly, he had forgotten that he once gave it to me. After finishing his work, Richard checked his phone and angrily called Elizabeth. “Did you see the message Penelope sent? That liar, making up such stories. She’s deliberately trying to upset us!” Richard was visibly furious. “She knows perfectly well that if she hadn’t insisted Jacob go on that camping trip, he wouldn’t have been killed by that serial killer. And now Penelope claims she’s being followed!” I watched Richard’s face flush with anger, feeling sad. I thought, “Dad, I wasn’t lying. I really am dead. I would never use the killer who murdered my brother to deliberately hurt you. I would never do something like that. I was truly desperate when I sent you that message asking for help.” But Richard couldn’t see me, and neither could Elizabeth. Elizabeth responded with rage, “I saw her message too and ignored it. She’s clearly trying to avoid responsibility. She shows absolutely no remorse!” I listened to their accusations against me and covered my ears in distress. Just when I thought they would never learn of my death, my good friend Tiffany Edwards rushed into the police station to report that I had been missing for two days. However, as the officer was about to record the information, Richard stopped them, saying, “That won’t be necessary. I’m Penelope’s father. She’s not missing at all—she’s just trying to manipulate me and her mother…” Hearing this, the officer looked uncomfortably at Tiffany. Knowing Richard’s position, he could only turn and walk away. I watched Tiffany leave the station, devastated, as tears streamed down my face. I wanted to run after her but found myself trapped beside Richard. I watched him process my skull sample and followed him home after work. The dinner table was set as usual with roasted ribs, fried chicken, and cheese-baked lobster. Elizabeth remembered Jacob’s favorites but never cared about my dairy allergy. Once at the dinner table, Richard asked why I wasn’t eating the cheese-baked lobster. I thought he was finally showing concern for me. Gathering my courage, I said, “Dad, I’m allergic to dairy…” Elizabeth slammed down her knife and pointed at me, yelling, “You’re so ungrateful! I work hard to prepare dinner and now I’m wrong for doing that?” I looked helplessly at Richard, the hero I once thought would protect me. This time, my hero simply cut a large piece of cheese and put it on my plate, saying, “Don’t upset your mother.” Under their pressure, I eventually ate the entire cheese-baked lobster. That night, my throat swelled until I could barely breathe, my vision blurred, and my entire body burned and itched. “Help… help me…” My voice was hoarse. I stumbled toward the door, trying to open it, but it wouldn’t budge. Fear instantly overwhelmed me. I banged on the door, desperately trying to make noise. “Help me… Dad, Mom… I don’t want to die…” In my daze, I heard Elizabeth’s voice from the living room. She said, “It’s just an allergic reaction, she won’t die. Good thing I locked the door. She’s always playing the victim! Last night Jacob came to me in a dream saying he wanted the new gaming console. Let’s go now before the mall closes.” I screamed silently, “No! Mom, Dad, don’t leave me! I don’t want to die, please help me…” With the slam of the front door, I was completely abandoned. I thought, “This is it, maybe death won’t hurt anymore.” I curled up in the corner waiting to die. I could hear the downstairs neighbor talking with his daughter. “Sweetheart, didn’t you know you’re allergic to nuts? That was so dangerous!” “I’m sorry, Dad. It was an accident. Don’t tell Mom.” “Your mom already knows. She was so worried her back pain flared up, but she still made your favorite apple pie. All that matters is that you’re safe.” Like a beggar peering at someone else’s happiness, I craved the warmth that wasn’t mine, both greedy and self-destructive. In that moment, I felt unbearable shame with nowhere to hide. I wanted parents who cared about me too, who would prepare food I liked, who would love me. But I was just the sinner who caused Jacob’s death, undeserving of love. But I really didn’t want to die… I didn’t die that day. At the last moment, I jumped out the window to escape and was taken to the hospital for treatment. The doctor said I was lucky to have arrived in time; a little later and my life would have been in danger. A woman beside me, taking care of her daughter, said to me, “It’s good you’re okay. Otherwise, your parents would be so worried!” I looked at the girl enviously. My lonely silhouette reflected in the glass. Comforting myself, and as if announcing to everyone, I laughed loudly and said, “Yes, my dad and mom love me very, very much.” Suddenly, the hospital door was pushed open forcefully. I saw Richard and Elizabeth rushing toward me. Feeling hurt, I struggled to sit up despite the pain, tears flowing as I said, “Dad, Mom…” I wanted to say, “I’m so scared, I was really afraid of dying… Could you hug me? Even just once, just once would be enough…” Elizabeth grabbed my collar and slammed me from the bed to the floor. The IV needle was ripped out. My hand was bleeding. She said, “You slut! You’re deliberately playing the victim, making yourself look allergic and jumping out windows for everyone to see. Are you trying to tell everyone that your father and I mistreated you, to ruin our reputation? Why didn’t you just jump and die?” I curled up as my body was kicked again and again. I didn’t want to hurt them; I just didn’t want to die… I knew the height of the third floor wouldn’t kill me, but I underestimated how much Richard and Elizabeth despised me. I saw Richard leaning against the wall, coldly watching as Elizabeth beat me. The woman who had spoken to me earlier was holding her daughter, comforting her. The crowd gathered at the door looked at me with contempt and disdain, as if saying I was a vicious child. The illusion of being loved that I had just mustered the courage to create was completely shattered in front of everyone. Richard and Elizabeth didn’t love me. They hated me the most… After that, they cut off my living expenses. I applied for boarding school. Every day I ate one-dollar sandwiches and free soup from the cafeteria. At night, I slept in a sixteen-person dorm room with just a sheet on the bed. The few hundred dollars in housing fees depleted my scholarship money each semester. As I moved up to middle school and high school, the boarding fees increased. I could only study day and night, hoping to achieve excellent results each time to win scholarships to sustain myself. I always thought that if I became more excellent, I would eventually make Richard and Elizabeth love me again. The reality was, when I brought home my nearly all-A report card and was praised by visiting neighbors, Elizabeth immediately retorted, “She’s stupid, nowhere near as good as Jacob. She couldn’t possibly score this well.” Then she slapped me across the face and scolded, “You cheated on the test, didn’t you?” My face hurt, and so did my heart. I wished I could disappear. Later, when the counselor confirmed my grades to Elizabeth, she merely glanced at the report card torn to pieces in the trash can and said disdainfully, “What’s there to show off about? Jacob got A+ in every subject. You’re so useless. How embarrassing!” Along with that shredded report card, my heart was broken too. Richard and Elizabeth liked smart children like Jacob, so I tried hard to become like Jacob. I studied even harder. I suffered from eczema, chilblains, allergies, over and over again. Coming out of the SAT exam, I finally had a chance to prove I was as excellent as Jacob. I thought, “Will Dad and Mom start loving me now…?” But I died before receiving my acceptance letter. Until death, I never became the child loved by Richard and Elizabeth, never as excellent as Jacob. I looked at the seat they kept for Jacob and ate in silence. This scene repeated day after day for eight years. I thought, “I’m the one who killed Jacob and made Richard and Elizabeth like this. I should go to hell.” The doorbell rang, and a voice from my memories sounded. “Dad, Mom, I’m back with my fiancée!” I saw the usually cautious Richard shatter a plate. The usually volatile Elizabeth collapsed in her chair, tears streaming down her face, repeatedly asking Richard, “Is it him? Is it him?” Richard rushed to the door, taking a long time before opening it. Standing outside was a tall man, and I saw him. He was my brother who should have been dead for eight years.

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After my husband’s friend Harold Thornton passed away, his wife Natalie Franco posted a pregnancy test report on Instagram with the caption: [Thank you for your sperm that gave me my own baby.] When I saw my husband Ian Garcia’s name clearly written in the husband column, I silently typed a question mark in the comment section. Immediately, Ian called me. He yelled at me, “She’s just a lonely widow who wants a child to keep her company. Why don’t you have any compassion?” “Besides, Harold was my best friend. Since he’s gone, I have to take care of his wife. Do you understand what loyalty to friends means?” Not long after, Ian posted photos of a penthouse apartment with the caption: [So glad to have you by my side, making me feel the warmth of family again.] Looking at Ian’s back as he busied himself in the kitchen in the photo, I finally realized our marriage needed to end. ***** When Ian returned home, I had just scheduled my surgery for tomorrow. In our five Christmases of marriage, we never had children of our own, until a few days ago when I found out I was two months pregnant. I had planned to surprise him on our anniversary, but now it seemed he no longer needed that. Ian walked in carrying a lunch box, casually placed it on the table, and leaned in to hug me. “Honey, I bought you clam chowder. Enjoy it.” I glanced at the nearly empty cod and vegetables in the lunch box and found it laughable. I suspected it was someone else’s leftovers. I turned away from his touch and pushed the lunch box aside. “I’m not hungry.” Ian thought I was sulking, and he actually scooped a spoonful and held it to my lips. “Honey, stop being difficult. Isn’t this your favorite?” The fishy smell of the clam chowder hit me, and I couldn’t help but rush to the bathroom to retch. He followed me, trying to pat my back, but I pushed his hand away, glaring at him, and shouted, “Don’t touch me!” After I repeatedly rejected Ian, he became completely enraged and raised his voice, saying, “What do you want from me? I’m trying to comfort you. Isn’t that enough? “I haven’t even confronted you about your sarcastic comment, but now you’re throwing a tantrum!” His self-righteous attitude made it seem like I was the one who had done something wrong. I looked at him in disbelief and asked in a trembling voice, “Am I supposed to smile and congratulate another woman for carrying my husband’s child?” Ian irritably tugged at his tie. “After Harold died, Natalie wanted a child to keep her company. Is that wrong? As Harold’s best friend, of course I have the responsibility and obligation to take care of his wife and help fulfill all her wishes.” “Besides, we didn’t sleep together. I just donated sperm. Do you have to make such a big deal out of it? “You’re being an unreasonable, jealous woman!” I wondered why he called me jealous. When Harold first passed away, I also felt sorry for Natalie being widowed at such a young age, so I often invited her over for dinner. And whenever her appliances broke down, Ian and I would go help her fix them. I remember her saying tearfully, “If only Harold were still here, I wouldn’t have to trouble you both.” Then, I smiled and comforted her, “It’s no problem. It’s just a small thing.” Ian nodded firmly, claiming that whenever Natalie needed help, he would be there for her without hesitation. At the time, I thought Ian was doing this for Harold, but gradually, things started to feel off. Without my knowledge, he began going to the supermarket alone to carry groceries for her, helping install shoe racks at her place, and even buying ointment for her when she got burned. Yet, he never bothered to do these things for me at home. When I expressed dissatisfaction, he always used the excuse that he was just taking care of his good friend’s wife, and I couldn’t argue with that. I never imagined he would even help Natalie have a child. Why had he never considered that the child would call him dad and Natalie mom? What did that make me as his wife? And what about our future children? I had originally wanted to talk things through with him, but after hearing his accusations over the phone, I instantly lost that thought. Now, seeing his unrepentant attitude, I felt there was no point in saying anything more. Ian vented all his frustrations and finally said, “You should reflect on yourself. Don’t be so petty!” With a bang, he slammed the door and left. It was already so late, but where he was going was obvious. Sure enough, Natalie soon updated her Instagram. In the photo, Ian had his hand on her swollen belly with the caption: [Daddy came to be with us tonight. He says this is where he feels the warmth of home.] Looking at the photo, I couldn’t help but mock myself for being so foolish, only now seeing clearly our marriage that had ended long ago. Actually, from the moment Ian became so attentive to Natalie, I should have understood it all. Since that’s the case, I plan to cut my losses.

Early the next morning, I came to the hospital alone. As I was sitting on a bench in the hallway waiting for my surgery, I suddenly caught a glimpse of Ian carefully helping Natalie walk out of the ultrasound room. Afterward, they sat down on chairs to examine the ultrasound report. Natalie pointed at the report and said something in a soft voice, while Ian listened with intense focus, occasionally taking notes on his phone. Seeing this scene, I instinctively touched my abdomen and couldn’t help but shed tears. I didn’t want to disturb them to avoid embarrassing myself. However, just as I was about to turn and leave, Ian suddenly looked up and saw me. He frowned, his tone clearly displeased: “Are you stalking me?” Before I could answer, Natalie gently tugged at his sleeve and said anxiously, “Ian, did Eleanor misunderstand? Should I go explain things to her? I don’t want to affect your relationship.” As she pretended to stand up and walk toward me, Ian immediately pressed his hand on her shoulder. He said firmly, “You’re pregnant. Stay here. I’ll talk to Eleanor.” I had no interest in their emotional performance and turned to leave. However, Ian suddenly grabbed my wrist, causing me to stumble unexpectedly and nearly fall. When I finally regained my balance and looked up, I saw Ian’s face filled with anger. “Eleanor, I made myself very clear last night, but why don’t you understand? You even came to the hospital!” I forcefully pulled my hand away, immediately revealing a bruise on my wrist. “Sorry, I don’t have time to stalk you. You’re overthinking.” Ian clearly didn’t believe me and coldly asked, “Why are you at the hospital?” I waved the payment receipt in my hand and calmly said, “Just seeing a doctor.” He frowned deeply: “Are you sick? Why don’t I know about this?” As he reached for my receipt, Natalie suddenly stepped forward, tears streaming down her face, and grabbed my hand. “Eleanor, after Harold left, I was so lonely. I just wanted a child to keep me company, so I asked Ian for help. I never intended to ruin your relationship.” If Natalie just wanted a child, she could have chosen from a sperm bank, but she specifically used Ian’s. Moreover, she treated me and Ian completely differently. I realized that once you wake up, you notice countless details that were previously overlooked. I suppressed the mockery in my eyes and silently withdrew my hand. Unexpectedly, Natalie suddenly cried out and fell backward. Ian immediately rushed forward to catch her in his arms, looking panicked. “Natalie, are you okay?” Natalie tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, tears welling in her eyes. “Ian, I’m fine, I just didn’t expect Eleanor to…” In an instant, Ian’s eyes filled with rage as he looked at me. “Eleanor! Do you know Natalie is pregnant? How can you be so vicious?” I hadn’t expected Natalie to use such tactics, nor that Ian would believe her without hesitation. I looked at them coldly: “I didn’t push her.” My words only made Ian angrier. “I saw it with my own eyes. Are you still trying to deny it? Thankfully I caught Natalie in time, otherwise if anything had happened to her, I would never let you off the hook! “I was planning to wait for you after your doctor’s appointment so we could go home together, but now you can go back by yourself. I need to take Natalie home!” As he carefully held Natalie and turned to leave, I suddenly called out to him, watching his anxious demeanor. “Ian, if I told you I’m pregnant, and that I was planning to give up this baby today, would you stay?”

Ian suddenly froze in place. Natalie clutched her stomach, glanced at Ian, and leaned in to whisper something in his ear. Ian turned to look at me coldly. “Eleanor, there’s no need to use such a cheap trick to deceive me. No matter what, I won’t abandon Natalie.” With that, the two walked away together, not sparing me a single glance. In that moment, I was completely devastated. An unwanted child should never come into this world. A marriage with cracks will eventually fall apart. When I returned home after the procedure, my house was still shrouded in darkness. For several days in a row, he didn’t come back. I didn’t call to ask about Ian’s whereabouts, just quietly rested at home while contacting a lawyer about divorce proceedings. I saw Ian again on Natalie’s Instagram. The man who always despised taking photos was now wearing cartoon headbands in maternity photoshoots with Natalie. In the photos, they tenderly caressed Natalie’s swollen belly and gazed at each other lovingly, every bit the devoted couple awaiting the arrival of their new life. This time, I silently gave her post a like. After days of silence, Ian suddenly called, asking me to dinner at the Garcia estate that evening. Recently, I had almost finished packing all my belongings, and my lawyer had drafted the divorce agreement. I thought it was time to tell Ian and his family, so I agreed. When I arrived at the Garcia estate, I noticed that my usual seat at the table had been taken by Natalie. Ian’s mother Katherine was warmly holding Natalie’s hand and laughing with her—this aristocratic woman who hadn’t smiled at me once in five Christmases was now laughing heartily. Katherine had always disapproved of me, and my failure to conceive over five Christmases had only made her more critical. I had thought our relationship might improve after I became pregnant, but now I saw that was unnecessary. Seeing me arrive, Natalie put on a pretend apologetic smile. “Eleanor, when Mrs. Katherine found out I was pregnant, she insisted I come to the Garcia estate. She said she could take care of me, please don’t think too much of it…” I couldn’t be bothered with her little games and simply pulled out a chair to sit down. Katherine looked me up and down while gently patting Natalie’s hand, then said meaningfully, “Eleanor, you’ve been married to Ian for five Christmases without conceiving, and I’ve run out of patience. Poor Natalie, her husband died so young. Thankfully, Ian has been taking care of her. Now that she’s carrying Ian’s child, you wouldn’t mind if I invited her to live here, would you?” Katherine appeared to be consulting me, but she was actually warning me—something I was all too familiar with. However, Natalie and anything related to the Garcia family were no longer my concern. I nodded lightly and responded, “Of course not.” Hearing this, Katherine glanced at me with slight surprise. Seeing me so calm and without anger, she finally smiled. “I’m glad you understand. After all, we can’t be without descendants.” “Fortunately, Ian is a man who values relationships, otherwise I wouldn’t have a grandchild so soon,” Katherine said while gently caressing Natalie’s belly, her face radiating undisguised joy. However, I found it extremely ironic. I thought to myself: “Ian values relationships?” If Harold discovered from heaven that Ian’s so-called looking after his wife meant getting Natalie pregnant, he would be furious. Seeing my continued silence, Natalie timidly stole a glance at me. Then, she said softly, “Eleanor, are you still angry at me and Ian? I just wanted a child of my own. I was too lonely and scared at home.” As she spoke, Natalie began to sob quietly, as if she had been greatly wronged. Seeing this, Katherine quickly pulled out tissues to wipe her tears. Then, she glared at me and said, “Eleanor, you’ve never been pregnant, so you have no right to be angry. The child Natalie is carrying is a Garcia family descendant. You can’t stop it!” I coldly watched their performance and said sarcastically, “Fine, I’ll make room for Natalie. This way, as soon as her child is born, it can rightfully call her ‘mom’ and Ian ‘dad.’” I wanted to say more, but Natalie suddenly stood in front of me, gripping my arm tightly, crying with tears streaming down her face, “Eleanor, I know you hate me, but the baby is innocent. You can’t hurt my little one.” I even suspected something was wrong with her mind. Just as I frowned and was about to push her away, an angry shout came. “Stop it!” Ian had just walked in and saw Natalie crying in front of me, saying her child was innocent, so he immediately assumed I was forcing her to give up the baby. Without thinking, Ian kicked me hard in the abdomen. I fell heavily to the ground along with the chair. My uterus, already fragile from the terminated pregnancy, couldn’t withstand his kick. In an instant, I felt my body go cold, as if plunged into ice. My vision darkened, and a dull pain spread through my lower abdomen. I could faintly hear Ian’s angry curses. “Eleanor! How dare you force Natalie to give up this child? Weren’t you satisfied with what happened at the hospital last time? You’re so vicious!” Fighting through the intense pain, I stood up shakily, took out the divorce papers from my bag, and threw them in his face. “Ian, let’s get divorced!” As he stared at me in shock, I staggered toward the front door, but before I could take two steps, my vision suddenly went black, and I collapsed again. In the last moment before losing consciousness, I heard someone frantically shouting: “Why is Mrs. Garcia bleeding so much?” “Call an ambulance, quick!” “Eleanor!”

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On my seventh Christmas married to Isaac Johnson, his first love, Rosalie Graham, came back. Rosalie was a famous actress. She stood at our doorstep in tears, completely soaked from the rain. “Isaac, I had a fight with him. I have nowhere else to go…” The usually gentle and refined Isaac smashed a glass for the first time. “I’m going to confront him right now!” Even my seven-year-old son, Todd Johnson, dropped his toys and rushed over. “Rosalie, don’t cry. I’ll marry you when I grow up!” While they were both eagerly trying to cheer her up, I was stranded at the supermarket entrance during a sudden downpour, and none of them answered my calls. Just then, a taxi slowly pulled up in front of me. “Ma’am, where would you like to go?” I looked down at the shopping bags in my hand, then glanced at my bank balance on my phone—I only had five hundred dollars left. So I asked, “How far can I get with five hundred dollars?” ***** “Five hundred dollars? That’s enough to get you to another state.” The driver turned to look at me. “Would you like to go to Chicago?” I nodded. Honestly, I felt like anywhere would do. The driver glanced at me again. I was wearing casual clothes and carrying a large bag with three ice cream containers visible inside. “If you’re going to Chicago, three hundred dollars will be enough. Do you have any other luggage? I can help you with it.” I quickly interrupted him: “No, just this. Let’s go now.” The driver didn’t ask anything else. As soon as I got in, we departed. “It’ll take us five hours to reach Chicago. Hold on tight.” I nodded slightly and looked down at my shopping bag. The ice cream pressed against my calf through the plastic bag, making me shiver from the cold. I suddenly felt my decision was too impulsive. Since last night, Todd had been telling me he wanted chocolate ice cream. Before I left home today, Isaac specifically told me: “Rosalie and I want some too. With you and Todd, that makes four—so buy four.” When I hurriedly arrived at the supermarket, the owner told me there were only three containers left. I didn’t know how to divide three ice creams among four people. It was too difficult, so I decided to just run away. As I was thinking, my stomach suddenly growled. I took out the only edible ice cream and scooped a spoonful. “Have you forgotten again that you can’t eat cold things on an empty stomach?” For a moment, I thought I saw Isaac standing in front of me, looking down with a helpless sigh. My hand trembled, and I almost dropped the ice cream. Defiantly, I dug out a huge spoonful and stuffed it into my mouth. “Did you have a fight with your husband, so you’re running away from home?” the driver asked, watching me through the rearview mirror, trying to make conversation. Isaac has a gentle personality. For the seven Christmases we’ve been married, we’ve always treated each other with respect. I shook my head. “We didn’t fight. We’re getting divorced.” The driver immediately became interested. “What happened? Did he cheat on you?” I was stunned, thinking: “What did happen? Was it because Isaac acted as Rosalie’s bodyguard at the airport two weeks ago? Was it because Todd gave her a handmade bracelet the day before yesterday? Or was it because of the three ice creams that put me in a difficult position today?” Actually, none of these were the real reason. Looking at the passing night scenery outside the window, I suddenly came to my senses. “It was because of a sandwich. This morning’s sandwich was particularly salty, and I suddenly felt that this kind of life was meaningless.” The driver looked incredulous. “Just because of that?” I nodded and calmly replied, “Just that.”

A week ago on a rainy night, my doorbell suddenly rang. Rosalie stood outside, completely soaked, like a rose wilted by the downpour. “Isaac, I have nowhere else to go.” That night, Isaac was working the night shift at the hospital, swamped with patients in the emergency room. The recent bad weather had caused numerous traffic accidents, and patients were being brought in one after another. He didn’t even have time to eat the dinner I’d brought him. Only today did he finally relax a bit and take me to see a doctor after I’d been running a high fever for three days. I sat beside him with an IV drip when a nurse pushed open the door and teased, “Well, do you still get sick even with Dr. Johnson by your side?” Isaac was writing medical records with his head down. Hearing this, he smiled helplessly. “Todd was being playful the other day and insisted on dragging her out in the rain, so she caught a fever.” Just then, Todd’s distinctive ringtone sounded urgently. Isaac had barely answered when Todd shouted, “Dad! A beautiful woman came to our house looking for you. She says her name is Rosalie!” At the sound of that name, Isaac’s hand suddenly froze, causing ink to immediately spread across the medical record. Todd was still urging him on the other end of the call. Isaac practically jumped out of his chair and rushed out. The nurse and I exchanged awkward glances in the examination room, and I didn’t know whether to leave or stay. Not long after, Isaac hurried back with an umbrella. He hadn’t returned because he remembered I was still awkwardly waiting in the exam room, but because he suddenly recalled that I had the house keys. “I’m sorry, Nicole. I forgot in my rush.” He was out of breath, but he didn’t forget to give me an umbrella to shield me from the wind and rain. Being good to Rosalie had long been Isaac’s habit. “I’m sorry, Isaac.” Rosalie was drying her wet hair with the towel Isaac had given her. “Charlie and I had a fight. I really don’t know where I could have gone if not for you.” “Thank goodness you came here!” The usually gentle Isaac raised his voice for the first time. “You’re already three months pregnant, yet you’re out in the rain. Why don’t you take better care of yourself? “What’s wrong with Charlie? I need to talk to him!” Todd bounced around Rosalie, his eyes wide with excitement. “Rosalie, you’re so pretty! You smell so nice!” Rosalie smiled and patted his head, saying, “You look just like Isaac, so now I’ll have two Isaacs keeping me company.” Todd was even more delighted to hear this. He happily said, “When I grow up, I want to marry you and be good to you for life!” Rosalie couldn’t help but laugh, looking up at Isaac. “Look at your son! He has good taste just like you.” Isaac smiled without responding, then slowly walked over to me. Then, he lowered his voice and said, “She’s physically weak and pregnant, so she needs to eat healthy for now. But she needs nutrition, so make sure we have plenty of eggs and meat.” I nodded silently, feeling dejected inside. “How many days should I prepare food for her?” “What do you mean by that? You’re a mother too. Can’t you be more understanding of her situation?” I pouted, feeling even more wronged. He’d forgotten I was still running a fever. Isaac sighed, pulled me into his arms, and comforted me, “Go make dinner for now. In a couple of days, I’ll have Charlie take Rosalie back, okay?” Seeing I was still upset, he kissed my cheek. “Your birthday is coming up in a few days. Todd bought some craft supplies; he says he wants to surprise you.” I turned to look at Todd and couldn’t help but smile. “Did he use his allowance? He’s always trying to get a few extra dollars from me.” “What’s allowance compared to his mom’s birthday? Of course that’s most important. But don’t ask what it is—I promised him I’d keep it a secret.” I blinked and happily said, “I promise.” Actually, I’d already seen it. The other day, Todd’s door wasn’t completely closed, and as I passed by, I glimpsed him sitting on the floor, carefully stringing together a bracelet.

Charlie received a filming notice for a new movie, requiring him to focus entirely on shooting for a month. During this time, no one could disturb him unless it was extremely important—even the news of Rosalie’s pregnancy didn’t qualify as significant in his eyes. “Nicole, just hang in there for a few more days, okay?” I just nodded reluctantly. I had no choice but to endure. Perhaps I was being oversensitive, but I had a nagging feeling that Rosalie wasn’t friendly toward me. Although on the surface she seemed respectful, offering to help when I cooked, and even being the first to express delight after I finished cooking, praising my culinary skills. “Nicole, you’re so talented at cooking. No wonder Isaac and Todd love you so much!” After hearing this, both Isaac and Todd thought she was genuinely complimenting me. But then one day, Todd, who had always loved my cooking the most, suddenly threw his plate down. “I don’t want to eat Mom’s food, I want pizza!” Looking at the scattered pieces on the floor, I couldn’t help but scold him: “Why are you being so picky? Healthy eating is important! Who taught you to throw plates to rebel against me?” Todd didn’t feel he’d done anything wrong. Instead, he lifted his head and stared at me defiantly, his eyes full of dissatisfaction. At that moment, Rosalie walked over, put her arm around Todd’s shoulders, and said softly, “Nicole, please don’t be so harsh with Todd. It’s normal for him to want something different occasionally—it won’t affect his health.” Todd immediately backed her up loudly: “That’s right! Mom, you don’t understand me at all. Why are you my mom? I want Rosalie to be my mom!” I froze, unable to process what I’d just heard. Even Isaac, who had just come out of the kitchen carrying dishes, was stunned, then silently turned away. I lowered my head and cried quietly. When I was pregnant with Todd, I had severe morning sickness, vomiting and having diarrhea all day. I became extremely thin—even in late pregnancy, my belly still looked small. Isaac was so worried about me that he got a vasectomy before I even gave birth, saying that having Todd was enough for us. Since then, whenever Todd misbehaved, Isaac would seriously tell him: “Don’t make your mom angry. She suffered greatly to bring you into this world.” Back then, Todd would always lie gently on my stomach and quietly apologize to me. The next day was my birthday. I specially prepared a table full of Isaac’s favorite dishes, along with the pizza Todd had been craving. The noon sunlight poured into the house, making me feel warm. I sat quietly at the dining table waiting for them to return. Then, I suddenly shivered. When I opened my eyes, the house was completely dark. At that moment, Isaac turned on the lights. I saw Rosalie holding Todd’s hand, and on her wrist was the bracelet Todd had made himself. Seeing the table full of food and my surprised expression, Isaac hurriedly explained that they had only gone out for a walk, but Rosalie was having such a good time that they didn’t want to spoil her fun, so they forgot to come back. Isaac said he hadn’t intentionally forgotten my birthday, and that Todd’s bracelet wasn’t meant for Rosalie. “Quick, give the bracelet back to Mom,” Isaac said. But Todd instead gripped Rosalie’s hand tighter and loudly objected: “I meant to give it to Rosalie! She’s so good to me!” “Mom won’t even let me eat pizza. She’s so mean!” Isaac sternly reprimanded Todd, telling him to apologize to me. In contrast, Rosalie gently told Isaac not to blame Todd. The three of them went back and forth, making me feel like an outsider. I lowered my head, looked at the pizza on the table, and without hesitation grabbed it and threw it into the trash. All three of them stared at me, completely stunned. Isaac cautiously asked, “Nicole?” Todd was dumbfounded. “Mom, was that pizza?” For the first time, I didn’t want to acknowledge them. I turned around and dumped all the food into the garbage as well. I had completely lost my appetite for dinner. I went back to my room, locked the door, and wouldn’t let anyone in. Early the next morning, I only made a sandwich for myself. Perhaps I was too distraught from crying, as I put too much salt on the bacon. I took a few bites, couldn’t stand it anymore, and cried as I threw up all the food. I had completely lost my appetite. I also didn’t want to live with them anymore.

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With just one month until her wedding, Emma Wilson began to doubt whether the ceremony should proceed at all. The reason was simple. Her fiancé Aaron Gibson was insistent on having a child with Jane Gardner, the widow of his best friend Caleb Gardner. Aaron told her, “Caleb was my best friend. His sudden death left Jane all alone. She’s attempted suicide several times. Having a child to keep her company might help her through this difficult time.” Emma couldn’t understand his reasoning. She asked Aaron, “If she wants a child, she could adopt, remarry, or even choose a donor from a sperm bank. Why does she specifically need to have a child with you?” Aaron replied, “Caleb entrusted Jane to me on his deathbed. And Jane has no other family in New York. Who else could she turn to besides me?” “Don’t you think this is absurd?” Emma couldn’t help but challenge him. Yet Aaron dismissed her concerns casually: “It’s just IVF, nothing will actually happen between us. I’ll still marry you.” They had known each other for fifteen Christmases and been in love for thirteen. Emma had finally reached the day she could marry him. She never expected fate would play such a cruel joke on her at this moment. Emma asked Aaron, “What will this child call you in the future? Uncle? Or Dad?” Aaron’s face showed a flash of discomfort, his tone slightly irritated: “Whatever the kid wants to call me is fine, I don’t care.” Emma couldn’t possibly agree. Because of this, Aaron had been arguing with her for months. Aaron continued, “Think about it some more. Jane’s been emotionally unstable lately, and I’m worried she might make another extreme choice. I need to take care of her for a few days, but I’ll be back for the wedding.” With that, he turned and left, dragging two enormous suitcases filled with his clothes and daily necessities. Emma stood in the empty bridal home, looking at the decorations with a sense of irony. The phone rang—it was the bridal shop. Emma answered. The staff member asked, “Hello, Ms. Wilson, could you provide your and Mr. Gibson’s measurements? We need to arrange for our staff to customize your wedding dress and his suit as soon as possible.” Emma knew her own measurements but not Aaron’s. So, she called him. He picked up quickly: “Have you changed your mind?” At the same time, a woman’s voice came through the phone, seductive and alluring: “Who is it?” Emma recognized that voice. It was unmistakably Caleb’s widow, Jane. Aaron said, “Nobody.” Jane said, “The movie’s just getting to the good part. Why is someone calling now? Such a mood killer.” Emma spoke with forced calmness: “I thought you said Jane was heartbroken and might take her life at any moment? How does she have time to watch movies with you?” Aaron was clearly annoyed: “I’m just taking Jane out to cheer her up. How can she move past Caleb’s death if she stays cooped up at home all the time?” What a noble excuse, just as ridiculous as his insistence on having a child with Jane. Emma said, “Fine, you two enjoy your movie. I’m hanging up.” Aaron was bewildered: “Emma, what’s wrong with you? You call just to give me attitude without saying anything?” Emma asked bluntly, “Aaron, do you still intend to go through with this wedding?” Aaron firmly stated, “Whether we get married or not won’t change the fact that I’m having a child with Jane. This is a responsibility I owe to Caleb, and I must fulfill it.” Emma replied, “Fine.” Aaron asked, “You agree?” Emma nodded: “Yes.” Aaron’s mood visibly improved: “That’s great. Don’t worry, I’ll be there for the wedding on time…” Before he could finish, Emma decisively hung up. Since getting married or not wouldn’t change his decision to have a child with Jane, she decided to make things fair. The wedding would proceed as planned, but her groom would have to be someone else. Emma posted on Instagram, “Looking for a marriage partner, please introduce reliable single men for Christmas.” Soon, the comment section was flooded with curious people. Some asked if she had fought with Aaron, advising her that men being flirtatious was normal and she shouldn’t take it too seriously, or she’d lose such a good partner. Others questioned whether she was being fair to Aaron by doing this. Emma just laughed when she saw these comments. She had chosen Aaron when he had nothing, supported him through his startup, and stood by him through hardships. She could proudly say she had absolutely been fair to him! It was Aaron who first made unreasonable demands, treating their relationship of over a decade as something insignificant. Emma felt it was time to let go completely and start fresh. Her phone vibrated, and Emma thought it was another of Aaron’s friends coming to criticize her. But to her surprise, it was a private message from her boss. This person, whom she had saved as “Evil Capitalist,” was none other than her boss, Marcus Stephens. Evil Capitalist: [You’re looking for someone to marry?] Evil Capitalist: [Then how about me?] Emma froze, regretting not having blocked him earlier. Evil Capitalist: [When should we get married?] Emma clutched her phone and nervously replied: [In a month?] Evil Capitalist: [Works for me.] Tech Dept Emma: [Mr. Stephens, are you serious?] Evil Capitalist: [Or we could register right now? Wait, I’ll pick you up at your place in half an hour.] Emma quickly tried to stop him. Tech Dept Emma: [Mr. Stephens, I have some things to take care of first. Let’s register in a month. You should also think it over.] Evil Capitalist: [No need to think about it. In a month, we’ll get married directly.] Emma stared at Marcus’s message, unable to process what was happening. The sound of a key turning came from the front door. Aaron walked in, looking displeased. “Emma, let’s cancel our wedding for now. Jane’s situation still isn’t good, and I don’t want to have a wedding right now—it would upset her.” Emma calmly nodded. “Fine.” Aaron seemed surprised. “You’re not angry?” Emma asked, “Why would I be angry?” Aaron said, “Well, we’ve been dating for over a decade.” Emma scoffed internally. She thought, “Yes, we’ve been dating for over a decade, and the result is you casually canceling our wedding for some irrelevant person called Jane.” Throughout these years, he had apparently grown accustomed to having everything his way. Once he made a decision, Emma was expected to comply, to obey, never to object. Emma didn’t want to argue with him, so on matters that weren’t about principles, she always gave in. But this time, she didn’t want to give in anymore. Emma asked, “Is she feeling better?” Aaron said, “She still needs someone with her. When she’s alone, she tends to overthink. She really should have a child soon.” Emma said, “Then you should spend more time with her.” Aaron smiled and praised her, “Looks like our fight had some effect—you’ve become more understanding.” Emma wasn’t being understanding. She had finally woken up. Suddenly, Aaron’s phone rang. Emma was surprised—this wasn’t the kind of ringtone Aaron would normally use. He answered it, his voice gentler than she had ever heard. “Jane?” So he had set a special ringtone for Jane. Aaron’s expression grew serious. “What? Okay, I’ll bring it to you now.” He hung up and immediately grabbed his car keys, rushing to leave. At the door, he remembered to say something to Emma. “Jane left her clothes in my car. I’m going to take them to her.” Emma asked, “What clothes?” Aaron’s expression suddenly turned strange as he mumbled, “Just some regular clothes. Anyway, I have to go now.”

This weekend was homeroom teacher Joanna Geller’s birthday. Early in the morning, Emma received a call from class president Taylor Holmes. “Come with Aaron, okay?” When Emma arrived, the private room was already filled with classmates, but Aaron was nowhere to be seen. Taylor glanced behind her and asked, “Where’s your husband? Parking the car?” Emma shook her head and calmly replied, “He’s not my husband yet.” Taylor teased with a smile, “He’s not yet, but in a month he will be! You two have been together for so many Christmases, and it hasn’t been easy! You’re about to get married, so stop fighting and cherish each other.” Joanna still maintained her gentle smile, though time had mercilessly added a few strands of gray to her hair. She smiled and said, “Yes, Emma, I’ve watched you two come all this way together. I heard you’ve had some tension recently because of Jane? You might be misunderstanding the situation. Aaron and Caleb have always been good friends. After Caleb passed away, Aaron was just helping take care of Jane as a friend. You should trust your relationship of over a decade.” Joanna had always been kind and gentle, and Emma liked her very much. However, times had changed. Teachers could impart knowledge but couldn’t teach her how to manage a marriage. She said, “Mrs. Geller, I know what to do.” Joanna, thinking she had successfully persuaded Emma, looked even more relieved. “You’ve always been a smart girl. I’m sure you understand.” Just as she finished speaking, Aaron walked in. “Mrs. Geller, happy birthday.” Joanna beamed with joy. “Thank you! You and Emma are getting married soon. Congratulations to you both!” However, in the next moment, her smile froze on her face. Jane followed right behind him, wearing Aaron’s jacket and clinging to his arm. She smiled and handed her gift to Joanna. “Hello, Mrs. Geller, I’m Jane. I’m so sorry we’re late. It’s my fault—I suddenly got my period, and Aaron went to buy me some pads, which held us up.” Her intimate tone said it all. Taylor was stunned. He patted Aaron’s shoulder and whispered, “Emma is right here. Why did you bring her too?” Aaron replied nonchalantly, “Jane’s been emotionally unstable lately. I didn’t want to leave her alone.” Taylor asked, “Then what about Emma?” Aaron glanced at Emma, his tone dismissive. “Don’t worry about her. She’ll be fine.” He then carefully helped Jane to the sofa and placed various fruits and snacks in front of her. “Don’t be nervous. Everyone here is my friend. They’ll all take care of you.” Jane obediently leaned on his shoulder and said in a coquettish tone, “Mmm, I only feel safe when you’re around.” Everyone attending Joanna’s birthday party was a classmate. They all knew Aaron and Emma were a couple. Faced with this scene, everyone seemed at a loss, especially Taylor, who had been hoping to help reconcile the two. Emma knew that Taylor was a kind-hearted person, but at this moment, even his goodwill seemed helpless. Joanna’s birthday party continued in this awkward atmosphere. When it ended, everyone breathed a sigh of relief—everyone except Aaron and Jane. As Aaron walked past Emma while holding Jane’s hand, he coldly said, “I need to take Jane home. I probably won’t be back tonight, so take a cab home yourself.” Jane, however, playfully slapped Aaron’s arm in feigned reproach. “How can you be like that? Emma is your fiancée! How can you make her take a cab because you’re driving me? Emma, don’t listen to him. Come with us. I’ll have him drop you off first.” The way she spoke made it sound like she was the hostess and Emma the outsider. Emma pulled her hand away when Jane tried to hold it and said coldly, “No need. My car is already here.” Beep beep! A black Maybach slowly pulled up in front of Emma. Emma left Aaron and Jane behind and got into the Maybach. A few classmates gathered around, teasing: “Is Maybach in the rideshare business now?” Aaron’s face immediately darkened. He drove a Honda, which looked small and old compared to the Maybach. Emma had just arrived home when Aaron returned. She was surprised. “Didn’t you say you weren’t coming home tonight?” Aaron’s face was extremely dark. “Do you wish I hadn’t come back?” Emma coldly replied, “If you’re sick, get treatment.” Aaron asked, “Who was that man who picked you up today?” Emma responded, “Which man? Oh, he’s my husband.” Aaron burst out laughing. “Just as I thought.” Emma didn’t understand what he meant. Aaron sat down on the sofa, smiling confidently. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you? Trying to make me jealous, make me care about you? Renting a Maybach isn’t cheap! I was wondering why you’ve been acting so different lately—not arguing or making a fuss. Turns out you were setting me up.” Emma felt speechless. “Think what you want. I can’t stop you.” Aaron said with disgust, “Stop playing these childish games. It’s really pathetic.” Emma responded, “Think whatever you want.” Aaron said, “I know you’re upset about suddenly canceling the wedding. I know you’ve always wanted to marry me. But we have to prioritize. Jane is still grieving her husband’s death, and we need to take care of her first.” Emma couldn’t help but ask, “If Jane never recovers, does that mean you plan to never get married?” Aaron snapped, “How can you be so vicious? Can’t you wish for Jane to get better? She’s never wronged you. Why would you curse her like that?” Although Emma was well aware of Aaron’s favoritism toward Jane, being accused of being “vicious” in front of her face made her feel heartbroken for the first time. Especially since these words came from a man she had loved for over a decade, devoted herself to for over a decade, and who was almost her husband. Emma’s heart grew colder. “Give me your car keys.” Aaron asked suspiciously, “What do you need my car keys for?” Emma answered, “I want to get my things from your car.” She had once made a hanging ornament for Aaron’s car, which hung from the windshield, wishing him safety and good fortune. But now, Aaron no longer deserved her wholehearted love. Aaron said, “Jane’s things are in my car too. Don’t mess anything up. I’ll go with you.” Emma said, “Whatever.” With that, she walked down to the underground garage. After Aaron unlocked the car, Emma opened the driver’s door and reached for the ornament. However, she had tied it very securely to prevent it from falling. Emma gritted her teeth and removed the entire ornament, left with only a long red string in her hand. Aaron asked in surprise, “Why did you tear it off?” Emma said indifferently, “It doesn’t matter if it’s broken. I won’t need it anymore.” As Emma was walking away from the car, she glimpsed something black in the crevice of the passenger seat. She gently picked it up and discovered it was a pair of women’s black stockings. She didn’t need to guess to know they belonged to Jane—one of the “ordinary clothes” left in Aaron’s car. Aaron urged impatiently, “Are you done? Stop rummaging around.” Emma expressionlessly stuffed the black stockings back where she found them. “I’m done.” As soon as she stepped out of the car, Aaron immediately closed the door and quickly locked it. Emma didn’t care. She just took the tangled red string and tossed it into the garbage can. Her phone rang, and she answered, “Hello?” “When are you free? We can have the wedding in a month, but let’s get the marriage license first.” It was Marcus’s voice. “There’s no rush, is there?” Emma replied. “Getting a license is convenient these days. We can get it on the wedding day.” Aaron suddenly heard the key words. “Marriage license? What marriage license?”

On the phone, Marcus asked, “Is your ex-boyfriend with you?” He had already started referring to Aaron as Emma’s “ex-boyfriend.” Emma responded with a simple, “Mm-hmm.” Marcus said, “Move out as soon as you can.” Emma nodded. “Okay.” Marcus continued, “About getting the marriage license, check your schedule and let me know when you’re ready. I’ll work around your time.” After hanging up, Aaron looked at her suspiciously. “Who was calling this late?” Emma said, “Someone asking me to go get a marriage license.” After hearing this, Aaron let out a cold laugh. “Emma, that trick was only funny the first time. It’s getting old now.” Emma took a deep breath and responded, “Oh.” Aaron impatiently said, “I’m talking to you. Are you listening?” Emma said, “Don’t worry, I won’t bring it up again.” Aaron seemed satisfied and nodded. “It’s getting late. I need to get back to Jane.” Emma said, “Go ahead.” Before leaving, Aaron glanced back at her and said, “Just wait a little longer, until Jane is feeling better. After all, we’ve spent so many years together—I’ll still marry you eventually.” This time, Emma said nothing. The next day, Emma started packing her things. She didn’t have many clothes; the only important item was her computer. As a programmer, all her project code from the past years was stored on it. When Marcus came to pick her up and saw her carrying only a laptop bag, he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “That’s all you have?” Emma nodded. “Yes, just this.” Marcus said, “I thought girls liked to buy lots of pretty clothes and bags.” Emma thought, “Yeah, who doesn’t like pretty clothes and bags?” But ever since Aaron started his business, their financial situation had gradually become strained. Emma had sold her jewelry and hadn’t bought new clothes in years. This time, she simply packed some underwear and donated everything else to charity. Looking at her thin bag, Marcus said softly, “This weekend, let me take you shopping for some new things.” Emma said, “That’s not necessary.” Marcus asked, “Why not?” Emma replied awkwardly, “I haven’t received my paycheck this month yet.” Marcus couldn’t help but laugh. “I’ll advance it to you.” Emma licked her lips, still hesitant. “Mr. Stephens, do you really want to marry me?” Marcus asked curiously, “Why are you asking that?” Emma guessed, “Is your family pressuring you to get married?” Marcus answered, “They are indeed pushing for it, and a married image would help boost shareholders’ confidence in me, which is good for the company.” Emma sighed with relief. “No wonder. I was thinking, how could a capitalist like you make such a bad deal…” Marcus moved closer to her. “What did you call me?” Emma quickly waved her hands. “Nothing!” Marcus smirked. “You should change my contact name in your phone.” Emma hurriedly said, “I’ll change it right now! Immediately!” She quickly changed “Evil Capitalist” to “The Price Of Art” in her phone, then held it up to Marcus’s face, saying, “Look, I changed it.” Marcus glanced at it, then slowly pulled the car over to the side of the road. Emma asked, “What’s wrong?” He took the phone from her hand, did something on the screen for a moment, then handed it back. As the car merged back into traffic, Emma saw that “The Price Of Art” on her WhatsApp screen had been changed to “Hubby.” She exclaimed in surprise, “Mr. Stephens, we’re not even married yet. Isn’t this a bit too obvious?” Marcus raised an eyebrow. “Then why don’t we go to city hall right now?” He made a motion as if to turn the car around. Emma quickly stopped him, “No, Mr. Stephens, today won’t work.” Marcus teased, “Tell me, what’s your excuse today?” Emma mumbled, “My ID card is still at his place.” Meanwhile, when Aaron received Emma’s call, he was out shopping with Jane. Jane had changed into a strapless mini dress and was twirling in front of the mirror, deliberately flaunting her sexiness. Seeing Aaron staring at her, she secretly took a photo of him, then a selfie, and posted both to Instagram. The caption read: [Must be Cupid’s blessing that brought you to me.] Two pictures: one of her looking sexy, the other of Aaron gazing at her adoringly. She enjoyed the feeling of having Aaron under her control, her vanity greatly satisfied. However, not long after, Aaron stopped looking at her and frowned as he answered the phone. He said impatiently, “Emma, didn’t I tell you I’m spending these days with Jane? Why are you calling again?” Emma asked directly, “Where’s my ID card?” Aaron asked curiously, “What do you need your ID card for?” Emma said, “I need to get a document.” Aaron continued questioning, “What document?” Jane, not allowing Aaron’s attention to drift away from her, deliberately raised her voice. “Aaron, do I look good in this dress?” Aaron’s attention was drawn back to her. Watching Jane strike cute yet sexy poses for him, Aaron just wanted to end the call quickly. He hurriedly said, “It’s in the third drawer of the cabinet in the living room. I’m busy lately, don’t call me unless it’s important, that’s it, bye.” They were almost at Marcus’s house. Emma thought, “The city hall is about to close today anyway. I’ll go another day.” However, she was now essentially moving into Marcus’s house. Actually, she felt it would be better if she rented her own place. But Marcus insisted, “Since we’re getting married anyway, why should we live separately? If reporters catch us living apart, it would cause a lot of trouble.” In the end, to accommodate Marcus, Emma could only choose to temporarily stay at his house. However, she firmly requested to stay in the guest room. Marcus didn’t force her on this matter. But while Emma was busy putting her clothes into the closet, he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed, watching her. He said seriously, “Emma, when I talk about marriage, I mean a real marriage.” Emma didn’t understand his meaning at first and nodded. “I know, we’ll definitely go through the legal procedures, get the actual marriage certificate, so those reporters can’t find anything if they investigate.” Marcus slowly emphasized, “I mean a real marriage, not just the legal formalities, but also the daily life of a husband and wife.” This time Emma understood. Her face turned slightly red, and her movements while organizing her clothes became somewhat awkward. Marcus watched her nervous demeanor and the corners of his mouth curved upward slightly. “Don’t worry, I won’t eat you.” ***** When Aaron returned home, it was already three weeks later. During these three weeks, he had accompanied Jane doing many things she enjoyed—visiting amusement parks together, going out to sea to watch the sunrise, and traveling to the Gobi Desert to gaze at the Milky Way. On the way back, Jane told him, “Aaron, I’m pregnant. “A child can’t be without a father. Would you really let our child be looked down upon by others? “Caleb entrusted me to you to take good care of me. If we raise this child together, and later let the child pay respects to Caleb, even recognizing him as a godfather, wouldn’t that be the perfect solution? “As for Emma, although you two have had a relationship for over a dozen Christmases, you haven’t officially married yet. As long as you’re not married, you’re both single. You marrying someone else has nothing to do with her. “Let her make a fuss if she wants. I’m already carrying your child. She can’t possibly force me to get an abortion, can she?” Hearing the last sentence, Aaron roared, “She wouldn’t dare! If she dares to harm our child, I’ll make her life miserable forever!” Jane snuggled in his arms and said coquettishly, “Aaron, you’re so domineering. No wonder Emma has liked you for so many Christmases. Anyone who sees you would fall for you! Even I…” Listening to these sweet words and flirtations along the way, Aaron’s vanity was greatly satisfied, making him feel elated. However, when he returned home, his feelings were somewhat complicated. Toward Emma, he still felt a twinge of guilt. After opening the door, he found the living room empty and the bedroom door closed. He walked over and knocked. “Emma, are you in there?” No response. He continued, “I’m sorry, but I might have to break my promise again. I’m afraid I can’t marry you. “Jane is pregnant, and I can’t let the child grow up without a father. “I need to take care of them for Caleb’s sake, so I’ll have to disappoint you. “How about this—I’ll give you two thousand dollars as compensation for all these Christmases. “I’ll take your silence as agreement. I’ve calculated it: one hundred dollars per Christmas, and we’ve been together for over a dozen Christmases. Actually, a little over a thousand dollars would be enough, but considering how much you’ve liked me for so many Christmases, I’ll round it up and give you two thousand dollars.” “Emma?” Still no answer. Aaron opened the bedroom door. However, the room was already empty.

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On the day Marshall Ward stood at the pinnacle of global technology to receive his award. I, Millie Martin, was being denied further treatment by the hospital because I couldn’t afford the costs for my kidney failure. On the television screen, the host asked him to call the person he wanted to thank the most. Without hesitation, he dialed my number. He said, “Millie, do you regret leaving me?” The exorbitant medical bill in my hand was already crumpled from my grip, but I still responded casually, “Marshall, you’re a big celebrity now. Would you consider keeping me as your sugar baby?” On screen, he hung up the phone with a stone-cold expression. Then, his familiar voice reached my ears, ice-cold. “Now, I have nothing to thank anymore.” But what he didn’t know was that I was the one who had donated my kidney to him when he was critically ill five years ago. ***** After Marshall’s interview aired, the name “Millie” instantly became the target of public ridicule. A gold-digging woman who betrayed trust, a young man who achieved fame and success. This kind of revenge story was enough to spark heated discussions in any era. Fortunately, I was just a nobody, so the storm of cyberbullying hadn’t reached me yet. There were many discussions online, most of them hurling abuse and insults at me. “Stop looking at that.” My attending physician, Ayden Simmons, snatched my phone away and shook his head, his tone gentle but firm. “I’ll help you apply for hospital assistance. It’s too early to give up now.” His words were earnest, filled with a desire to save my life. I smiled and shook my head. At this moment, he was probably the only person in the world who wanted me to live. I said, “Don’t bother, it’s not worth it.” As soon as I finished speaking, I adjusted my breathing and turned to leave. The door of the consultation room had barely opened a crack when a familiar figure flashed by not far away. Five years had passed, but I could still recognize his silhouette instantly in a crowd. Just as I was about to close the door to avoid running into Marshall, a man waiting nearby suddenly pulled the door open. “What are you dawdling for?” Due to the momentum and the constant pain in my body, my legs gave way, and I fell straight to the ground. This scene caught the attention of those around, including Marshall. I struggled to stand up, leaning against the wall, just wanting to escape quickly, but he firmly gripped my wrist. “What, are you so powerful now that you can track my schedule?” His breathing was a bit rapid from running. I looked at him through the hair scattered across my forehead, silently relieved, thinking, “Good, he looks healthy. He must have recovered well.” Five years ago, our careers were just taking off. But the good times didn’t last. Long periods of staying up late and business socializing eventually led to Marshall developing uremia. The costs of dialysis and medication were astronomical for us, and some investors withdrew their funding after learning about his condition. To pay for his treatment, I supported the company during the day and worked several part-time jobs at night to supplement our income. But fate is cruel like that; it doesn’t grant extra favor just because of your efforts. We persevered for a long time, but he never found a suitable kidney donor, nor did he experience a miraculous recovery. On that winter night five years ago, as the first snow fell gently, I received Marshall’s critical condition notice. The attending physician at that time was Ayden. Looking at my exhausted state, he couldn’t even bring himself to hand me the document. “Is there really no way?” My voice trembled as I knelt on the ground, desperately clutching his clothes. He said, “A suitable kidney donor is hard to come by, and almost no one is willing to be tested for donation. Ms. Martin, I…” Full of hope, I asked, “Can I be tested as a donor?” Later, Ayden told me that he had agreed to my request only to provide some comfort to me in my desperation. But what he hadn’t expected was that the compatibility test between Marshall and me actually turned out successful.

“Speak up. Weren’t you so tough on the phone?” Marshall grabbed my wrist and yanked it hard when he saw me silent. The pain made me gasp, and his brow furrowed in response. “Hey, isn’t that Marshall from TV?” “I think so. And who’s that woman? Is she that shameless Millie?” The commotion drew a crowd, and Marshall’s face was quickly recognized. I frantically tried to hide my face with my hair, desperately struggling to break free from his grip. But this only seemed to make him angrier. During the struggle, my bag was thrown aside, and the medical records inside scattered across the ground. He bent down to pick one up, examined it carefully, and a cold smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth. He mocked, “Kidney failure? Millie, have you no shame at all? Last Christmas, didn’t you leave me because of my kidney disease? And now you’re trying to trick me with the same condition?” I bit my lower lip hard, praying for this mental torture to end quickly. I thought to myself, “It’s okay, Millie. This is the path you chose, isn’t it? Just endure a little longer. Just a little longer.” I silently encouraged myself, but the next second, he roughly dragged me into the center of the crowd. He lifted my hair, allowing the spectators to freely photograph my face. A sharp pain shot through my lips, followed by the taste of blood in my throat. I desperately held back the tears in my eyes, hoping only to preserve my last shred of dignity. “Marshall, what are you doing?” A figure walked into the center of the chaos. I looked up and recognized her. She was Marshall’s current rumored girlfriend, the famous actress Sophia Gordon. She surveyed the scene, quickly assessing what had happened. She said, “Didn’t you say you were coming with me to see the doctor? How did you disappear first?” “Miss Gordon, she’s that Millie who dumped your boyfriend because he was poor and now wants him to be her sugar daddy!” The crowd erupted in laughter, mixed with insults directed at me. Someone in the chaos threw a can at my head from the crowd. The scene before me made it difficult to breathe. Marshall was close to me, and perhaps because of my terrible state, a flash of doubt crossed his eyes. “You…” The intense pain made my vision go black, and I could only wave my hand to signal him to let me leave. Sophia said, “Marshall, maybe you should take her to the hospital. Kidney disease isn’t common. If she weren’t really sick, how could she fake it so convincingly? She’s not a professional actress.” Marshall scoffed, “Huh, she knows exactly how painful this disease is.” Sophia’s few words extinguished any sympathy he might have had. Then, as if to spite me, Marshall took out a check and handed it to her: “Sophia, your stomach isn’t feeling well. Here’s two hundred thousand dollars for you to buy some supplements.” Then, he threw the medical bill in my face and said, “Millie, see this? The money you’ve been dreaming of, I can give away casually now. How does it feel? Do you regret leaving me last Christmas for money?” I clenched my fists and struggled to stand up, my nails digging into my palms. The pain of broken skin brought me back to my senses. I said, “Mr. Ward, since you’re so rich, why not lend me some?” Marshall snapped, “You’re completely unreasonable!” Seeing that I wouldn’t back down, his mouth twitched slightly, and then he left with Sophia. I watched their retreating figures and smiled bitterly. Then, I leaned against the wall to stand up and walked in the opposite direction amid the accusations of the crowd.

Marshall has one of my kidneys inside him, but he doesn’t know it. Ayden once suggested I tell him the truth after I developed complications. “Why don’t you tell him? He has everything now, even if it’s just to save your life…” “Dr. Simmons, his father died saving me,” I sighed, explaining the complicated connection between Marshall and me. Marshall’s mother passed away early, and he was raised by his father, who worked as a firefighter. That Christmas when I was fourteen, my house caught fire. My parents protected me by shielding me beneath them. In the raging flames, Marshall’s father rescued me but was forever lost in that sea of fire. From that moment on, I owed Marshall a life. So when the Christmas matching was successful, I signed the donation consent form with almost no hesitation. Marshall, like his father, is a loyal and good-hearted person. If he knew the truth, he would never accept my donation. To avoid complications, I made up a flimsy excuse and broke up with him. I told him I’d met a boss who wanted to keep me as his mistress, someone willing to provide me with a luxurious lifestyle. “I’m not that kind of person, Millie!” he protested in shock. “Well, I am!” I said. To hide my true feelings, I turned away, my gaze falling on the withered sunflower on the windowsill. I said, “Marshall, people change. I’m tired of your weak body and exhausted from all this endless work. When you received that critical condition notice the other day, I’d had enough of living in fear and worry for you.” Marshall said, “I can accept breaking up, but how could you do this for money…” I said, “Why not? Aren’t we all trying to live better lives? Now I can live in luxury without even trying. Marshall, you should be happy for me.” My voice trembled, barely maintaining composure. I said firmly, “That’s it, Marshall. We won’t see each other again.” The sound of the bus arriving at the stop pulled me back from my memories. I returned to my shared apartment. The space was cramped, cold in winter, stuffy in summer, and even using a slightly high-powered electric pot would trip the circuit breaker. However, my roommates were quite kind. Because they knew about my poor health, they took extra care of me. “Millie, is that you on TV?” my roommate Camila Bradley asked. I nodded and smiled at Camila beside me. “That’s right, I’m just a gold digger. You’d better stay away from me…” “What are you talking about, Millie? When my dad kicked me out, you took me in, fed me, and even bought me clothes. How could you possibly be that kind of person? There must be some misunderstanding!” Camila said excitedly. Looking at her concerned eyes, my vision began to blur. Since leaving Marshall, I rarely cried. After all, with my frail body, just staying alive took all my strength. But at this moment, I felt inexplicably wronged. However, before tears could fall, my phone rang. It was the manager from my workplace, calling to fire me because my identity and appearance had been exposed. Suddenly without income, I leaned back in my chair, closed my eyes, and quietly felt the darkness gradually consuming my consciousness. “Millie, don’t worry. I’ll talk to my boss where I work. She’s a good person and might be able to help,” Camila squeezed my hand, her eyes full of sympathy. “Okay, thank you,” I responded softly, gazing out at the clear, cloudless blue sky. I thought, “The weather is so beautiful today.” The job Camila introduced me to was as a server at a private dining restaurant. The owner was a lady with big wavy curls who always wore vintage clothes from the last century and sported exaggerated earrings. She never told me her full name, just asked me to call her Vanessa. Looking at her, I felt a strange sense of familiarity, which helped me relax a bit. I asked, “You don’t mind that I…?” She replied nonchalantly, “You’re just a dishwasher, what’s there to mind? Clean yourself up and come to work tomorrow. Oh, I should warn you, taking days off will cost you your perfect attendance bonus.” With this job, I could finally afford my pain medication. These days, I’m not so much afraid of dying, but when the pain flares up, it’s truly unbearable. Marshall never contacted me again, yet he started appearing frequently on social media with Sophia. Everyone said they made a perfect couple, while my photos were mixed into their news by unscrupulous media outlets, with internet users mocking me for not knowing what was good for me. Whenever Vanessa saw these news stories, she would sigh and add two extra pieces of meat to my staff meal. Sometimes I would console myself, “See, life may be terrible, but I’ve still met some decent people.” Thinking this way, the rest of my days didn’t seem so unbearable. As finals week approached, Camila couldn’t balance her studies and part-time work. Since Vanessa didn’t want to hire anyone new, I started working in the dining area serving food. Thankfully, with my mask and hat, no one recognized me. Except Marshall. I never expected to see him again. Perhaps we truly had some karmic connection—why else would he choose this restaurant out of so many? The first thing he said when he saw me was, “Millie, why are you everywhere?” I replied, “Mr. Ward, I was wondering the same about you.” He frowned, his eyes flickering with unclear emotions. I pulled my mask up higher, preparing to escape to the kitchen. He asked, “Weren’t you being kept by some rich guy? How did you end up like this?” I said, “Life is unpredictable. His family went bankrupt, so here I am. Mr. Ward, please enjoy your meal with Ms. Gordon. I should—” Before I could finish, Marshall was already standing in front of me. He yanked down my mask, gripping my chin and examining my face. “No wonder, you’re as thin as a skeleton.” An eerie atmosphere filled the private room. Sophia coughed awkwardly twice, seemingly bringing Marshall back to his senses. He forcefully shoved my face away, causing me to fall to the ground from the momentum. He said, “Go, bring us a few bottles of red wine.” As if afraid I might refuse, he kicked my hand lightly as he walked past me. “This is to support your business, Ms. Martin.” As dinner time progressed, the restaurant got busier, and I knew what would happen if they caused a scene. I didn’t care about myself, but Vanessa was innocent, and I didn’t want to cause her trouble. Several expensive bottles of wine were lined up on the table. Marshall sat across from me and snorted coldly, “Drink.” I widened my eyes. “What?” He repeated, “I said, drink all of these.” Ayden’s medical advice still echoed in my ears. In my current physical condition, drinking this much alcohol would be suicidal. Seeing my hesitation, Marshall’s temper flared again. He grabbed a glass and threw it at me. The shattered glass exploded against the wall behind me, with some pieces flying back and cutting my cheek. He said, “If you finish all of these, we’ll call our grudge settled. Otherwise, I’ll make sure all your friends know your true intentions.” I shouted angrily, “You’ve been investigating me!”

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At a class reunion, my wife Hanah Wagner’s first love, Richard Gordon, asked her, “If you could do it all over again, would you marry me?” Hanah answered without hesitation, “Yes.” The entire room instantly fell silent, with everyone turning their gaze toward me, waiting for my reaction. However, I took the lead in applauding, “It’s not too late to get married now. You two shouldn’t miss your chance again!” ***** At the Christmas class reunion, Richard asked Hanah, “If you could do it all over again, would you marry me?” Hanah firmly answered, “Yes.” The entire room instantly fell silent. Everyone held their breath, turning their gaze toward me, waiting for my reaction. However, I just smiled faintly, raised my glass and took a small sip, as if Richard’s heartfelt confession had nothing to do with me. After finishing my drink, I stood up and took the lead in applauding, “It’s not too late to get married now. You two shouldn’t miss your chance again!” The crowd grew even more silent, as if no one could understand why I would willingly accept such an awkward situation. Even Hanah suddenly looked up at me, her eyes filled with confusion and suspicion. She probably thought I was plotting something again. Elise Palmer, who organized the reunion, quickly said, “Richard and Hanah were just joking. Right, Alex?” But I completely ignored Elise’s gaze and turned to address Hanah and our classmates, explaining seriously, “I’m not drunk. In fact, I’ve already decided to divorce Hanah. Richard, don’t miss your chance this time.” After saying this, I gave Richard a cold glance, continuing with a hint of mockery, “Don’t run away like you did seven years ago, claiming you weren’t good enough for Hanah.” Hanah’s expression suddenly turned ugly, her brows furrowed as she said irritably, “Alex, what’s wrong with you? Richard and I were just joking around. Why are you so angry?” I laughed bitterly. Hanah had been taking advantage of me for seven whole years, and now she had the nerve to flirt with her first love right in front of me, expecting me to play along. I didn’t want to play their game anymore. Ultimately, I was the fool. For these seven years, because I loved Hanah deeply, I spoiled her. But she was like a stone that could never be warmed no matter how long you held it—no matter how much I gave, her heart always belonged only to Richard. Had I not accidentally discovered her secret with Richard, I might have continued like a delusional idiot, humbly staying by her side.

Three months ago, I saw a post by Hanah online. [We’ve been married for seven years. We only chose to be together because of our parents’ wishes. Seven years of marriage has made me lose all passion, and the mundane life makes me see the end in sight. I suddenly realized I can’t keep living in this daze. A few days ago, my first love came back. I want a divorce, but there are too many entanglements between us, both in life and career. What should I do?] This post was published a month ago, right when Richard had just returned. So, Hanah had been planning to leave me for a while. Actually, I wasn’t completely oblivious back then. Hanah used to be somewhat gentle with me, but since Richard’s return, she became impatient with me, and eventually didn’t even want to come home, often staying out all night. After seeing this post, I sat on the couch, my hand holding a cigarette trembling slightly. Cigarette butts were scattered all over the floor, and the wall clock ticked away like a death knell. I opened my phone and clicked on my chat with Hanah. The latest message was me asking when she’d be home. However, she hadn’t replied. That night, I sat until dawn, still waiting for Hanah to return. Yet her Instagram had been updated with a photo of a man and woman watching the sunrise together, captioned: [Glad to have you by my side.] Friends thought the man in the photo was me and congratulated us in the comments. Hanah personally replied: [It’s not him.] I felt a wave of irony. Hanah was so shameless, openly flirting with another man. With trembling hands, I zoomed in on the photo. The letters “RG” on Hanah’s wrist were particularly clear in the morning light. At that moment, my heart ached intensely. Those were Richard Gordon’s initials. I had naively thought that seven years would be enough for Hanah to forget him. But reality told me I was terribly wrong. Seven years hadn’t made her forget Richard; instead, it made her even more unable to let him go. They were meant for each other, and I was just an interloper who took advantage of their separation. Just then, my daughter Claire Lawson came out rubbing her eyes, saying in a sweet voice: “Daddy, I’m hungry. Where’s Mommy?” “Ew, you smell bad. Why did you smoke so many cigarettes?” Claire wrinkled her nose, looking at me with disgust. Seeing her, my rigid body seemed to regain a bit of strength, and I managed to force a smile. “Your mom will be home later. Let me change my clothes and make you breakfast.” I couldn’t help but think, this is my daughter with Hanah, my little princess I’ve cherished for four years. After dropping Claire off at preschool, watching her walk away, a sense of reluctance and hope welled up in me. I thought, if Hanah and I really separated, what about Claire? She’s only four years old. Perhaps Hanah just wanted to catch up with Richard after not seeing him for so long. After all, we still have Claire. With this thought, I called Hanah. Her cold and impatient voice came through. “Alex, what is it? Oh, I know, you’re monitoring my whereabouts again, aren’t you? I just watched one sunrise with Richard, do you have to be so sensitive?” My heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. I could only stammer: “No, I just wanted to ask if you’re busy.” She said: “I’m back at the office now, about to go into a meeting. If there’s nothing else, I’ll hang up.” Before I could answer, the phone went dead with a beeping sound. I stood there dumbfounded with my phone, unable to help but smile bitterly. I don’t know when it started, but Hanah and I couldn’t even manage three sentences of conversation anymore. I wondered, is our seven-year marriage really going to end like this? But Claire, she can’t be without a mother. Thinking about this, I decided to actively try to win back Hanah’s heart. So, I bought some small cakes that Hanah loves and went to her company. After all, we’re husband and wife, it doesn’t matter who makes the first move. I kept consoling myself this way. However, just as I reached the building, I overheard employees gossiping: “What do you think is the relationship between the new business partner and our boss?” “I think they make a good match.” “But isn’t our boss’s husband Mr. Lawson? Isn’t that guy’s last name Gordon?” Gordon? Those words pierced my ears, making my heart race uncontrollably. I wondered, were they talking about Hanah and Richard? My hand holding the small cakes started to tremble. After blinking a few times, I walked to the door of Hanah’s office with an inexplicable sense of dread. The light inside was on. Just as I was about to push the door open, I heard a conversation from inside. “Hanah, I never expected…” It was Richard’s voice. I froze. Why was Richard here? What did he mean by “arranging work”? Hanah said: “Richard, you don’t need to tell me these things. Actually, this company was established for you. Richana Group is a combination of our names. Richard, do you know? During all these years you were gone, I missed you so much.” Then, Richard pulled Hanah into his arms for a passionate embrace. I stood there, feeling as if I had been frozen in place, unable to move.

I don’t remember how I left the office. I was just grateful that no one noticed me, allowing my pitiful self-esteem to barely survive. The image of Hanah and Richard embracing kept haunting my mind. Hanah and I grew up together, while Richard was like the perfect male lead who suddenly appeared in a novel. Richard was our high school classmate. During college, I went abroad while they attended the same university. I heard they were the model couple everyone envied at school. Everyone said they were the definition of love. Some even bet that Hanah and Richard would get married after college graduation, with over ninety percent betting on their marriage. However, when Richard and Hanah began discussing marriage, the family background issues they deliberately ignored during college became the biggest obstacle between them. Richard came from an ordinary working-class family, while the Wagner family was a local wealthy dynasty. Naturally, the Wagner family wouldn’t accept someone without a house, car, or stable job. Later, Richard chose to leave. Under family arrangements, Hanah and I got married. But now, Richard has returned, becoming a wealthy and powerful boss. Those walls that once blocked their love seemed to collapse overnight. Thinking about this, I felt utterly dejected, my heart aching. Perhaps my marriage with Hanah was approaching its end. I drove around aimlessly for hours before returning home with a heart full of frustration. As soon as I reached the door, I heard laughter coming from inside. Opening the door, I clearly saw Claire nestled in Richard’s arms playing, while Hanah stood nearby in an apron watching them. What a heartwarming scene. But I only felt my head buzzing, as if the whole world was drifting away from me. An inexplicable anger swept over me. I thought, “This is my home, they are my wife and daughter. What right does Richard have to invade my territory?” Anger made me lose my mind. I kicked the door open violently and, amid Claire’s crying, Richard and I started fighting. In the end, Hanah left with Richard and Claire. Before leaving, she looked at me coldly. “Alex, you’d better pray Richard is okay, or I’ll never forgive you.” At that moment, all my expectations for Hanah completely collapsed. I sat amid the mess, unable to hold back my tears. I’ve known Hanah for over twenty years, yet I could never compare to her four years with Richard. Two weeks have passed since that day. This is our first time seeing each other. My thoughts return to the present. Under the dim light, Hanah looks at me with disgust. I smile slightly. “I’m going to the bathroom.” Just as I come out of the bathroom, Hanah and Richard appear before me. Seeing me, Hanah frowns and walks forward. “Alex, Richard and I were just joking around. Why are you being so petty? Is causing this drama really worth it?” Hanah’s face is full of anger, as if I’ve done something extremely malicious. I remain silent. I’ve already given in to her wishes, yet she’s still unhappy. I say, “I’m letting you two be together. You probably don’t want people knowing you’re cheating in our marriage, and I don’t want to be ridiculed. Besides, I’ve already prepared the divorce papers. Claire stays with me, and you can pursue your love. This way, you won’t need to complain online anymore.” Hanah freezes. Perhaps because she’s never seen me so serious before, or because she’s surprised I discovered her posts. I say, “I’ll send you the divorce agreement. Just let me know when you have time to go to court.” With that, I turn and leave without hesitation. Probably realizing I’m serious, Richard pretends to be magnanimous and urges Hanah, “Hanah, why don’t you apologize to Alex? He seems serious, and after all, you two have a daughter.” But Hanah stubbornly replies, “If it weren’t for Claire, I would have divorced him long ago. Since he’s brought it up, we should all be happy.” Although I’ve already decided on divorce, hearing Hanah’s resolute words still causes my heart to ache intensely. Seven years, and Hanah never developed any feelings for me. My nails dig deep into my palms, leaving red marks. For seven years, I lost myself, with only Hanah in my life. From today on, I’m going to live for myself. Back in the private room, all eyes were fixed on me. After all, a love triangle was a topic captivating enough on its own. Shortly after, Hanah walked in with a stern face, following behind Richard. A subtle yet oppressive atmosphere began to permeate the room. Elise rushed to my side and whispered, “Alex, did you really…” I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I’m not joking. I’ve already calculated our assets—split evenly, fair and square. As for Richana Group,” I looked up at Hanah and Richard, “I’ll let that go completely. Consider it my wedding gift to you both. After all, the company is named after you two, which makes it quite meaningful, doesn’t it?” Upon hearing the company name and connecting it to Hanah and Richard’s relationship, the classmates who had been ready to offer advice fell silent. We were high school classmates, and everyone knew my situation well. Hanah and I grew up together, with similar family backgrounds. Back then, many people thought we would end up together. However, when I finally gathered the courage to confess my feelings, I discovered Hanah was already with Richard. Initially, I genuinely wished them well. But later, I gradually realized Richard wasn’t a man who took responsibility—he abandoned Hanah. So I returned to Hanah’s side, accompanying and protecting her, eventually marrying her with both families as witnesses. From then on, Hanah became the most important person in my heart. My friends often joked that I was under my wife’s thumb. I would always respond with a smile, “Being managed by your wife is a form of happiness.” But everything now seemed to be telling me that unconditional devotion indeed leads nowhere good. By the time I left the gathering, it was already dark, with a light drizzle falling. Just as I was about to drive away, Hanah suddenly slipped into the passenger seat. I deliberately glanced out the window and saw Richard standing on the steps, staring intently at us. “What about Richard? Aren’t you going back with him?” I asked calmly. Hanah widened her eyes, looking completely confused. “I didn’t drive. How else would I get home if not with you?” I was momentarily speechless. The ride home was silent. As soon as we got home, Hanah casually said while taking off her shoes, “Alex, I’m going to rest for a bit. Didn’t you buy cherries last time that we haven’t eaten yet? Wash some and bring them to me. I’m going to lie down for a while.” Her tone was so natural, as if this was completely normal. I didn’t answer. Instead, I silently took out divorce papers from my bag and handed them to her. Hanah took one look and immediately widened her eyes, asking in disbelief, “Alex, are you serious?”

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I am Violet Richards, wife of hospital director Leonel Brown. He sacrificed me to save his first love, Sarah Webber, who suffered from uremia. That day, just after I had been injected with anesthesia in preparation for heart surgery, Leonel barged into the operating room and forced the doctors to remove one of my kidneys. I weakly begged him to stop, telling him that my heart condition was severe and I couldn’t withstand consecutive major surgeries. However, he sneered with disgust: “I knew you’d come up with pathetic excuses to prevent Sarah’s recovery, which is why I specifically chose this opportunity.” He completely ignored my suffering and warnings, insisting on taking my kidney before leaving. In the end, I developed multiple severe complications after the surgery and died tragically on that cold operating table. ***** I died on that cold operating table, watching Leonel carefully carrying my kidney as he turned toward Sarah’s operating room, not even sparing me a final glance. As tears slid down the corners of my eyes, my vital signs completely disappeared. My soul followed behind Leonel as he anxiously waited in the hospital corridor for the light in Sarah’s operating room to go out. After the surgery, Leonel immediately asked, “How is she?” The doctor removed his mask and nodded, “The surgery was successful, thanks to the kidney arriving just in time.” Only then did Leonel finally breathe a sigh of relief. But at that moment, a nurse rushed over, her voice trembling as she reported, “Mr. Brown, Ms. Richards suffered massive bleeding in her chest cavity during the procedure. We couldn’t save her.” Leonel’s expression immediately darkened. He pointed at the nurse and shouted angrily, “How much did Violet pay you to lie to me? She’s perfectly healthy! She just scheduled her surgery on the same day as Sarah’s to get my attention! A woman who only knows how to be jealous deserves to die anyway!” Changing his tone, he glared viciously at the nurse: “This hospital isn’t a charity! If you take Violet’s money to deceive me today, tomorrow you’ll be taking bribes from patients’ families! Get out now! Don’t blame me, blame that selfish Violet! Go back and tell her if she has any conscience left, she should come apologize to Sarah immediately. If it weren’t for her, why would Sarah be hospitalized?” My heart ached. It was because of Sarah that my heart condition had relapsed, forcing me to undergo surgery, yet Leonel was blaming me. Of course, Leonel had never believed me. The nurse turned pale and tried to explain, but Leonel cut her off with a wave of his hand, ordering someone to take her away. Soon after, Sarah was wheeled out. Seeing Leonel, she forced a faint smile on her pale face: “Leonel, I was so scared. Thank goodness you’re here. Where’s Violet? Is she still angry that I took her kidney?” At the mention of my name, Leonel’s previously loving gaze instantly turned cold with disgust: “If it weren’t for her, how would you have gotten hurt? Not just one kidney—even if it cost her life to save yours, it would be worth it.” I saw Sarah’s lips curl into a barely noticeable smirk of satisfaction, but she continued to act pitiful, batting her long eyelashes as she said, “I don’t know why Violet suddenly wanted me dead like she was crazy, but I don’t blame her. Maybe she was just too afraid of losing you.” Leonel snorted coldly: “Don’t mention her again! I must have been blind to marry such a vicious woman. Thinking about all those Christmases I spent with her makes me sick. That nurse just pretended she died—if she really were dead, I’d be thrilled.” My heart completely sank. As they wished, I really was dead.

I know that Sarah has always held a special place in Leonel’s heart. I was Sarah’s substitute, occupying Leonel for three Christmases, and it was time to return her rightful place to her. When Sarah went abroad after Christmas, Leonel nearly fell apart. He frantically searched for women who resembled Sarah. And I was the one who looked most like Sarah, and also the most obedient and understanding one. With my sincere companionship, Leonel reluctantly married me. Just before the wedding, I accidentally overheard Leonel telling his friend: “If the person I’m marrying isn’t Sarah, then it could be anyone.” I was standing right outside the door, yet I didn’t even have the right to protest. I loved Leonel, to the point of losing myself. More than accepting the fact that he didn’t love me, I couldn’t bear to lose him. However, on our wedding day, a phone call from Sarah summoned Leonel away, leaving me standing alone in the wedding hall, like a helpless child. I should have understood that Sarah’s place in Leonel’s heart was irreplaceable. Afterward, Sarah sent me a taunting message: [You fake, know your place. With just a crook of my finger, Leonel comes running to me like a dog. How does it feel to have a wedding all by yourself?] I bit my lip, my heart feeling as though it was being torn apart. I questioned Sarah: [Since you’re back, why don’t you just marry Leonel yourself?] Sarah’s answer made me feel like a ridiculous clown. She replied: [Marriage? Are you kidding? Leonel is just one of my many suitors, and I’m not about to give up so many men for him. Marriage is so boring, only a fool like you would cling to a man who doesn’t love you.] That night, when Leonel returned, he proposed divorce, but I refused and showed him Sarah’s texts. I just wanted him to know that the woman he loved was merely treating him as a plaything. But Leonel impatiently knocked my phone away, looking at me as if I were a monster. He said: “Violet, I never thought you would stoop so low as to slander Sarah just to have me completely. Your heart is filthy; you think everyone has ill intentions. Since you insist on marrying me, I’ll satisfy you. But I won’t give you any love, nor will I touch you!” It was then that I realized, even if Sarah did nothing, as long as she stood there, Leonel would love her unconditionally. “Leonel, I’m craving your homemade pecan pie,” Sarah’s voice pulled me back to reality. I watched them interact intimately in the hallway, with passersby casting admiring and touched glances. Leonel smiled tenderly, gently pinching Sarah’s nose. “Alright, once you can eat solid food, I’ll make it for you.” A sharp pain surged through my heart. After discovering Sarah’s social media account, I often secretly checked her posts, tracing back to many Christmases ago when she had shared photos of the pecan pie Leonel had made for her. I knew well that making pecan pie was a complicated process, and Leonel was someone who despised troublesome tasks. The daily work at the hospital already kept him extremely busy. Once, I boldly asked him to make one for me too, only to be met with a cold glare. “Do you think I have nothing better to do? What’s my profession? Don’t you know how precious my hands are?” Yet now, Leonel agreed without hesitation to make it for Sarah, even though it meant he would have to personally crack those hard pecans. He even walked into my operating room for Sarah’s sake and removed my kidney. Whether he loves someone or not, he makes it painfully obvious. Leonel pushed Sarah toward the VIP ward. Halfway there, they heard a heart-wrenching cry: “My daughter! How could you leave this world so early? How am I supposed to live without you?” I recognized that voice. It was my mother, Maeve Richards. My heart convulsed violently with her cries. So, even souls can feel heartache. But Leonel merely paused for a moment, as if trying to identify something. “Leonel? What’s wrong?” Sarah held his hand, asking with concern. Leonel let out a cold laugh. “Nothing, there are always so many flies in the hospital addicted to putting on a show.” Watching Leonel push Sarah into the ward, I laughed weakly. Leonel recognized that person as Maeve, but he believed that both Maeve and I were merely acting. He compared Maeve to a fly, which was ironic to the extreme. However, Leonel didn’t know that when my body passed by Sarah, Maeve cried until she was drained of all strength, unable to stand, and collapsed right at the operating room door.

Sarah was staying in a comfortable VIP hospital room, while I had been crammed into a five-person ward. The environment there wasn’t just terrible—it was so noisy that my heart raced constantly. At the time, I called Leonel, hoping he could help me change rooms. I didn’t even need a VIP room, just somewhere quieter. However, Leonel merely scoffed on the other end of the line. “Are you addicted to acting? Always trying to compete with Sarah for attention? If you want to keep playing for my sympathy, go ahead. Let me be honest—I deliberately put you there. There are plenty of contagious diseases in that ward, so if you’re not afraid of dying, feel free to stay!” I gasped. Contagious diseases? Death? These strange and terrifying words filled me with unprecedented fear. But at that time, my body was full of tubes, and I couldn’t even move. The nurses and doctors had all been instructed by Leonel to target me deliberately. Every time they inserted a needle, they would try more than a dozen times before succeeding, causing me to break out in a cold sweat from the pain. When blood backed up into my IV line, no one came to fix it. My meals were cold leftovers. When I made requests, some nurses would roll their eyes and coldly remark, “Too used to the rich life, huh? You think you’re more precious than everyone else? We’re all patients here—no one’s more noble than anyone else. These are the conditions at our hospital. If you can’t handle it, go back where you came from!” I didn’t dare say another word because I just wanted to live—more than anyone else, I wanted to survive. Meanwhile, Sarah was enjoying incredibly comfortable treatment. Her caregivers were the most high-end professionals. Yet in the past, Leonel wouldn’t even hire the cheapest caregiver for me. “Leonel, besides pecan pie, I’d also like some chicken soup,” Sarah said to Leonel in a coquettish tone. Hearing this, a sense of foreboding immediately welled up inside me. In the past, I always made chicken soup for Leonel, and Sarah must have tasted it, which is why she casually mentioned it. Sure enough, Leonel first looked tenderly at Sarah and responded softly, “I’ll have Violet make it for you right away.” Then he took out his phone, his expression turning icy as he dialed my number. One ring. Two rings. When the call finally connected, Leonel didn’t even bother with pleasantries. He commanded, “Violet, whatever you’re doing right now, come home immediately and make chicken soup for Sarah. Deliver it before tonight and apologize to her. Otherwise, don’t blame me if I divorce you!” The person on the other end was clearly stunned, but Leonel didn’t give them time to respond before hastily hanging up. Leonel’s tone was so entitled! Even if he didn’t believe I was dead or that I was undergoing heart surgery, the fact that he burst into the operating room to take my kidney was absolutely true. I had two surgical sites on my body, and my recovery speed couldn’t possibly match Sarah’s. Of course—in his eyes, I was nothing, not even comparable to Sarah. In the past, I always complied with Leonel’s demands, but this time, I would never respond again. As for divorce, he could do whatever he wanted. In the past, he always threatened me with divorce, knowing full well I would never agree. Whenever I did something that displeased him, he would use divorce as a threat. Even when I initially refused to donate my kidney due to health concerns, he used the same tactic to force me. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to agree—my body simply couldn’t handle it. Leonel’s goal was to put me in mortal danger. But he wouldn’t believe it. Just as I had been injected with anesthesia and my chest cavity had been opened, he stormed into the operating room with his people. They weren’t even wearing surgical gowns or masks, completely disregarding whether I might get infected as a result. Despite his recent busy schedule, Leonel spent the entire afternoon with Sarah, ignoring all his phone calls. Only Sarah could enjoy such special treatment. When he accompanied me to the Christmas memorial, he barely stayed a few minutes before taking a call and leaving without even saying goodbye. This clearly showed his true love for Sarah. Leonel kept finding topics to make Sarah laugh. The man who had been so quiet and reserved at dinner was suddenly so animated. As the sky gradually darkened, Leonel grew visibly agitated, repeatedly checking his watch. By the time it was completely dark with still no sign of me, Leonel finally lost his temper. He called me countless times, but no one answered. Leonel sent me a text message lashing out. [Violet, you’re not listening to me anymore? Why is it so difficult for you to do one small thing? Sarah is in the hospital, and you have an undeniable responsibility! Don’t forget whose money you’re spending. Who’s supporting you?] [How much longer do you plan to act out? This time, even if you beg me like a dog, I’m divorcing you!] So in Leonel’s eyes, making corn chowder was a small thing. Yet each time, I would select ingredients before dawn and cook for hours to ensure the perfect flavor. Leonel’s chest heaved violently, his eyes red with anger. Sarah first smirked smugly, then quickly lowered her head, feigning a hurt expression. She said, “Leonel, don’t blame Violet. She’s probably still angry with me. I don’t need the corn chowder anymore. Maybe Violet is right—I am just a shameless homewrecker. “But Leonel, I really can’t let you go. Even if she kills me, I have to say this.” Leonel’s eyes widened. “Violet actually called you shameless? I knew it—she wants you dead! I absolutely won’t let her get away with this!” With that, he stormed toward the door. Sarah called out, “No, Leonel, I don’t want to see you two fighting because of me. I already promised Violet that once I recover, I’ll go abroad again and stop pursuing you. Otherwise, she threatened to harm my family.” Leonel snorted coldly. “If it weren’t for me, would she have that kind of power?” As soon as he stepped out, Leonel bumped into Maeve. Maeve was mopping the floor. I was shocked, and so was Leonel. He asked, “What are you doing here?” Leonel showed no respect for the older woman. Maeve looked at Leonel, a flash of anger in her eyes. “I’m a cleaner here!” Leonel laughed coldly. “Doesn’t Violet give you plenty of money every month? Are you still short on cash? What is it? Did you come to laugh at me? You Richards people are never satisfied. How much more money do you want from me?” My breath caught, and Maeve’s expression darkened further. In truth, I had never used Leonel’s money to support Maeve. Although I didn’t have a formal job, I knew Maeve lived a difficult life and had poor health, suffering from heart disease like me. So I took on freelance work, drawing illustrations for various places or teaching children art, which provided me with some income. Leonel gave me five thousand dollars monthly for living expenses, but it was far from enough. So I had to use my earnings to give part to Maeve and supplement our household expenses. I never told Leonel about any of this. Maeve gripped the mop tightly. “I won’t allow you to slander my daughter like this!” Leonel didn’t care at all. “It’s because of a mother with such twisted values like you that such a disgusting daughter was raised. Let me tell you, I don’t want to see you in this hospital again. Get out!” Maeve trembled with anger and was about to say something when she suddenly fainted. Leonel even kicked Maeve twice. He said impatiently, “You like acting too? You people just can’t stop performing. Are you trying to scam me now, or are you imitating your daughter by pretending to be dead?” Anyone with basic medical knowledge could see that Maeve’s body was convulsing, her breathing rapid—clearly not an act. Dr. Easton Kelley, who was passing by, quickly called for medical staff to place Maeve on a gurney and rush her to the operating room. I was extremely anxious. As a soul, there was nothing I could do. Only I knew that a heart attack relapse could be fatal! Leonel looked on with contempt. “Let’s see how long you can keep up this act.” Just as Leonel seemed to remember his plan to confront me, he was stopped by Easton, who had just run into the operating room. “Mr. Brown, please sign this surgical consent form. The patient has hereditary heart disease, and she has no family left.” Leonel stopped in his tracks, his expression darkening. “What nonsense are you talking about? I have no connection to the Richards family. You should be looking for Violet—I don’t want anything to do with their family matters!” Easton frowned. “You don’t know? Ms. Richards passed away on the operating table some time ago. She developed an infection during surgery, complicated by heart issues. I thought you knew.” Leonel staggered backward. “Impossible! Wasn’t she just pretending? It was just a kidney removal—that can’t kill someone.” Easton sighed. “Ms. Richards also had hereditary heart disease. You really didn’t know?”

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On my thirtieth birthday, Nathan Brewer asked me to meet him at City Hall. He specifically instructed me to wear a wedding dress and bring my ID, saying he wanted to give me a special birthday gift. However, when I stood at the entrance of City Hall, he turned to his friends behind him and laughed, “See? She really came in a wedding dress with her ID! You all lost. One hundred dollars from each of you!” Then, he turned to me, raising his eyebrows with a flippant tone, “Winnie, this was just a joke. You didn’t actually take it seriously, did you?” Seeing my silence, he added with a smirk, “If you’re that desperate to get married, why don’t you go inside and find some random guy to get a marriage certificate with?” Everyone around burst into laughter. They mocked me for being Nathan’s most loyal backup, saying no one would ever want to marry me. But when my new husband and I walked arm in arm out of City Hall with our fresh marriage certificate, Nathan stood frozen, his face instantly turning pale. ***** When I witnessed Nathan collecting money from each of his friends, I realized that today was just another spectacle where my humiliation was the betting stake. Those who lost the bet, after mocking me, continued with nasty remarks and eye-rolling. “Winnie, do you know how much money I lost? Please, use your brain for once!” “I’ve warned you so many times that Nathan is out of your league. You didn’t actually think he’d marry you, did you?” “He’s played you at least ten times already! The fact that you still fall for it shows how incredibly stupid you are!” I bit my lower lip hard, my nails nearly digging into my palms. Nathan, after collecting his money, walked over to me and asked in a fake concerned tone, “What’s wrong, Winnie? Aren’t you happy?” He turned back to his friends and said, “Hey, you jerks, it’s Winnie’s birthday today. How could you bully her like that?” Just when I thought he had found his conscience, Nathan pulled a bill from his pocket and handed it to me with a grin. “Thanks for helping me earn two thousand dollars. Here’s ten bucks—go buy yourself a small cake. Consider it my birthday gift to you.” As soon as he finished speaking, everyone burst into laughter again. “Nathan, you’re too kind! Be careful, Winnie might fall even more desperately in love with you!” “Didn’t you see she came in a wedding dress? She’s dying to marry you!” In the past, I might have broken down crying, begging Nathan to stop hurting me. But this time, I calmly took the ten dollars from his hand and said quietly, “Thanks. This will cover the marriage license fee. I didn’t bring cash, so I’ll consider this your wedding gift to me.” Nathan paused for a moment, then burst out laughing. “Winnie, have you lost your mind? Are you still thinking about marrying me? “Can’t you see I’m messing with you? “I’ve never met anyone as pathetic as you.” He frowned, his face full of disgust. Even though I was prepared, each of his words pierced my heart like arrows, leaving it riddled with wounds. Actually, I had known about Nathan using me for a bet since yesterday. Last night, I received his call. On the other end, he was uncharacteristically gentle. “Winnie, meet me at City Hall tomorrow at nine. I want to give you a special birthday gift. “Oh, and make sure you look nice. Wear that new wedding dress you bought and bring your ID. See you tomorrow on time!” After hanging up, my heart was racing. Indeed, I had just posted a photo of myself trying on and buying a wedding dress on Instagram. I thought, “Could he be deciding to marry me because of that post?” However, not long after, someone sent me a video. In the video, Nathan was showing my Instagram to others. “What does Winnie mean by this?” he asked. Someone immediately responded, “She wants to get married! Women approaching thirty get desperate and can only express themselves this way. “I think Winnie is jealous that Nathan has a new girlfriend and is deliberately posting this kind of content for attention.” Nathan’s new girlfriend was Emilia Wells, a girl from an intellectual family, whom he cherished deeply. Nathan shook his head. “It’s such a hassle being pursued by this kind of woman.” Then he said, “How about this—I’ll make a bet with you all. With just one phone call, she’ll obediently show up at City Hall tomorrow wearing a wedding dress. Want to see this clown perform?” Someone laughed, “Nathan, what if you lose? Have Emilia dance for us!” Before the person could finish laughing, Nathan had already punched him in the face. His expression turned terrifyingly dark. “If you want to die, just say so. Who are you to even speak Emilia’s name?” Emilia was his life—not even a joke about her was tolerated. While I was just a clown he used for betting, someone who could be mistreated without consequence. After watching the video, my heart ached in waves. My tears fell uncontrollably, dropping onto my phone screen, blurring his smug smile in the video. I wiped away my tears, cleaned the screen, and stared hard at Nathan’s face. This was the man I had loved for eight years. He knew better than anyone how much I liked him, so he also knew exactly how to hurt me the deepest. He had forgotten the promises he made years ago. “Winnie, if you’re still not married by thirty, let’s be together.” Today, I turned thirty. And I was getting married. But I hadn’t told Nathan that the person I was marrying wasn’t him.

The wedding dress I chose reaches my ankles. My fiancé and I picked it out together. I lifted the hem of my dress, walked around Nathan, and headed toward City Hall. He suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, “Stop pretending, Winnie. Who are you putting on this show for? “If you’re so desperate to get married, why don’t you go in and find someone random to get a marriage license with? Do me a favor and stop bothering me after that.” I looked up at his face, unable to summon the energy to explain or even feel angry. I just felt disappointed and sad. The Nathan who once defended me, who would chase down people who spoke ill of me and force them to apologize, was long gone. I shook my head and tried to pull my hand away. But just then, Emilia appeared, shouting, “Nathan!” Nathan instinctively let go of me. To demonstrate his loyalty, he even pulled an alcohol wipe from his bag and meticulously cleaned the hand that had just grabbed me, as if I were something utterly filthy. Emilia asked curiously, “Nathan, what are you doing here? “Winnie, are you getting married today? You’re even wearing a wedding dress.” Nathan looked around nervously, not daring to admit he had organized a betting pool because of me. In his panic, he randomly pulled one of his friends next to me and laughed loudly, “Emilia, you’re so smart! You figured it out! Today is Winnie and Harold’s wedding day. “We’re all here to congratulate them.” His friends immediately chimed in. “That’s right, Emilia. Today is Winnie and Harold’s wedding day. We’re celebrating with them!” I glanced at the short Harold beside me, whose idiotic grin made me feel sick. Seeing that Emilia still seemed doubtful, Nathan hurriedly pushed Harold and me forward. “Hurry up, go get your license! Emilia is still watching!” I stumbled a few steps from his push, while Harold boldly took the opportunity to grab my hand. He whispered to me, “Winnie, Nathan will never marry you. I think you look pretty good, nice figure too. We could work out.” I couldn’t take it anymore. I violently yanked my hand away from his greasy grip and leaned against the wall, starting to retch. Nathan immediately said, “Oh my, Winnie, could you be pregnant? “Harold, congratulations!” Emilia’s face lit up with joy as she congratulated me, “Winnie, I used to worry about your love life, but I never expected you’d have a husband and baby so quickly! Congratulations!” I coldly stared at Nathan, who was still laughing exaggeratedly, and said in a detached tone, “Yes, I am getting married, but not to him. My fiancé is waiting for me inside. Save your congratulations for later.” The smile on Nathan’s face instantly froze.

Just then, my phone rang. After answering, I responded briefly. “Second floor, right? Should I go in and wait in line? Okay, that works.” I turned to look at Nathan, who was standing frozen in place, and said, “I’m wearing a wedding dress because my fiancé hired a photographer to document the day we get our marriage license. “This gown is the lightest of my seven wedding outfits, making it suitable for going out. “Since you’re all here, I might as well give you the wedding invitations directly. My wedding is on the tenth of next month, and you’re all welcome to attend.” I took out the invitations from my purse and handed them out one by one. When it was Nathan’s turn, he didn’t reach out to take it. Those who received invitations began whispering, “Marriott Hotel! That’s the best hotel in the city. Did Winnie snag a rich guy?” Nathan let out a cold laugh, his eyes full of disdain. “Winnie, you really love putting on a show, don’t you? “You even prepared wedding invitations and booked the Marriott Hotel? Your tactics just seem ridiculous to me.” As he spoke, he pinched the invitation between two fingers and carelessly tossed it aside. Emilia glanced at the invitation and sighed, “Sorry Winnie, but I’m with Nathan on this one. This invitation doesn’t even have photos of the bride and groom. It doesn’t look genuine.” I explained quietly, “Because we haven’t had time to take photos yet…” But Emilia continued, holding my hand and advising, “Actually, I’ve always known about your feelings for Nathan…” Nathan immediately tensed up. “Emilia, let me explain…” Emilia shook her head. “Nathan, you don’t need to explain anything. I know you two grew up together, so naturally your relationship is special.” She turned to me. “Winnie, as a woman, I completely understand how you feel. But you can’t force someone to love you. Nathan has said before that he only sees you as a sister. “And now, as something of a sister to you myself, let me give you some advice: stop doing these foolish things. The more you do, the more people will laugh at you.” People around us chimed in. “Emilia is so kind and gracious!” “Emilia truly lives up to her prestigious background—kind-hearted and good-natured. The way she’s advising Winnie shows what an exceptional woman she is!” Emilia looked at me with pitying eyes. “Come on, Winnie, let me help you change out of this wedding dress.” It was always like this. Whenever Nathan teased or humiliated me, Emilia would step forward to “comfort” me. Over time, Nathan became more convinced that his girlfriend was both beautiful and kind, while my “pettiness” only highlighted her goodness. Just as I was about to refuse, Emilia suddenly noticed the tag on the back of my dress. She grabbed the tag and read it aloud, “How are you wearing this brand of wedding dress, and it’s this season’s new design? “Winnie, I really feel sorry for you. Did you rent this dress? The tag isn’t even removed. You really don’t need to go to such lengths…” Hearing this, Nathan’s expression grew even more mocking. He pulled Emilia into his arms, kissed her hair, and said in an indulgent tone, “Emilia, you’re just too kind-hearted. Why bother talking to someone as shameless and pathetic as Winnie?” Emilia continued her act. She clutched Nathan’s clothes and said earnestly, “Nathan, I believe Winnie doesn’t mean any harm. It’s just a young girl’s vanity, which can be corrected.” My face flushed with anger as I clenched my fists and explained, “My fiancé bought the dress for me yesterday. I just forgot to remove the tag, that’s why—” “Enough. Tell a lie often enough and it starts to sound like the truth,” Nathan said dismissively, tilting his chin at me. “Winnie, if you really have a fiancé, then call him out here so we can see him.” The people behind him immediately joined in, “Yeah, call him out so we can see!” “Let us meet this rich guy who can afford designer clothes and book the Marriott Hotel!” “Aren’t you getting married today? Where’s the groom?” I stood at the entrance of city hall, with many passersby stopping to stare at us. Harold, whom I had pushed away earlier, immediately pointed at me and shouted, “Everyone, look at this woman! She wanted to be someone’s mistress, and when she was exposed, she claimed she’s here to get married. “Let’s all see who her groom really is!” The crowd of onlookers grew larger, with some pointing and whispering about me, while others took out their phones to take photos and videos. The early autumn wind carried a hint of chill, and I couldn’t help but wrap my arms around myself for warmth. Emilia also rubbed her arms, and Nathan immediately took off his jacket and draped it over her shoulders. He shouted angrily, “Winnie, hurry up and call your husband! If Emilia catches a cold, you’ll pay for it!” I lowered my head, feeling cold from the inside out. The truth was, I wasn’t sure when my fiancé would arrive. After all, we had only met once for dinner. As time passed, still no one appeared, while more and more people gathered around me. Their cameras were almost pressed against my face. I could only keep backing away, avoiding those lenses, until I bumped into someone and stopped. I quickly said, “I’m sorry, I—” Before I could finish, a pair of strong hands rested on my shoulders. He said, “I’m the one who should apologize. “Sorry, wife. I got stuck in traffic and arrived late.”

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I called Diana Jones, who works as a medical examiner, after her parents and sister were in a car accident. It took eighty calls before she finally answered. “What’s wrong with me celebrating Asher’s birthday? Can’t you stop being so petty?” I told her about her family’s accident, hoping she would come immediately to handle the aftermath. She just laughed coldly, “What does your family’s death have to do with me?” Not only did she refuse to come, but as a medical examiner, she even provided false testimony in court for her first love who had killed her entire family. When I finally filed for divorce, she became furious. “Eric, it’s just a few people who died. Asher didn’t do it on purpose. Besides, it was your parents and sister who weren’t paying attention to the road. You’re being so aggressive, threatening divorce over this—I’m really disappointed in you.” Looking at her angry expression, I finally understood. She never realized that it was actually her family who had died. ***** Diana’s parents and sister were violently thrown from the impact. The next second, flames shot into the sky as the car exploded with a deafening blast that nearly pierced my eardrums. I stood frozen in place, a chill instantly spreading throughout my body. It took me a long while to regain my senses. My fingers trembled uncontrollably as I called emergency services. After calming down slightly, I immediately dialed Diana’s number, but she wouldn’t pick up. It wasn’t until my eightieth call that she finally answered. Before I could speak, Diana’s impatient tone came through. “Didn’t I tell you not to disturb me today? This is Asher’s first birthday since he returned to the country, and I want to spend it with him properly. Can’t you avoid causing problems at a time like this?” Hearing the name “Asher,” my fingers instinctively tightened their grip. Looking back at Diana’s family lying in pools of blood behind me, I swallowed the accusations I wanted to make. My voice shook with urgency. “Your parents and sister have been in a car accident. They’re seriously injured and being rushed to the hospital. You need to come quickly. I’ll send you the address.” Before I could finish, Diana let out a light laugh, her tone dismissive. “What does your family’s accident have to do with me? I’m not their daughter. Their lives aren’t my concern. Don’t bother me with this.” The call ended abruptly, leaving me breathless at the harsh dial tone, making Diana seem like a stranger for the first time. The police who arrived saw my dazed expression and gently patted my shoulder, suggesting I follow the ambulance to the hospital. Watching Diana’s family being loaded onto stretchers, my hands continued to shake, my heart filled with dread. Just minutes before the accident, Diana’s father had mentioned being thirsty, so I’d gone to a nearby convenience store for water. I never imagined that upon my return, I would witness them being hit, their faces completely unrecognizable from the impact. I didn’t know whether to feel relieved about my narrow escape or devastated by their tragic fate. As I recalled the accident, my phone received a notification for a thirty-thousand-dollar purchase. It was from a store where I often bought ties. Diana shopping there certainly wasn’t to buy something for me. She rarely showed any concern for me on normal days. This morning, to celebrate Asher Owens’ return to the country, she had carefully applied elaborate makeup and worn a dress she’d previously been too precious about to wear. Even during our dating days, she had never put in such effort with her appearance. Instead, she often mocked me, saying, “We’ve been married for so many years. Seeing your face every day is annoying enough—putting on makeup would be a complete waste of time.” Another purchase notification popped up, this time from an upscale restaurant we occasionally visited. I tried calling her again, only to find her phone was now turned off. I opened her Instagram and saw she had just posted an update: “Birthday celebrations with someone you love make even the cake taste sweeter.” Seeing the intimate photo of Diana feeding Asher cake, anger surged through my entire body. Just then, the operating room light went out. The doctor emerged, shaking his head and simply saying, “My condolences.” My heart sank into an abyss. Although I had mentally prepared myself, they had been family to me for many years, and I felt profound grief. I looked at my phone again, thinking of their daughter who was still out enjoying herself. With a cold laugh, I immediately contacted the bank to freeze Diana’s credit cards.

After completing the statement, the police informed me that they had found surveillance footage of the accident scene. I followed the police car to the station. When I saw the footage, I couldn’t help but stare wide-eyed. I frantically rewound the video a few seconds, pausing on the vehicle responsible for the accident. Despite the blurry footage, I could recognize that it was Asher, who had just returned to the country. At that moment, all my suppressed emotions exploded. From beginning to end, I felt like a complete joke. It turned out that the person who killed Diana’s family was her first love. I let out a cold laugh, thinking, “If Diana knew about this, would she still happily celebrate her first love’s birthday?” The police thought I was having an emotional breakdown due to the shock and patted my shoulder to comfort me. I wiped my face and calmly said, “I know this person.” “Officer, I request an autopsy.” I spoke rapidly, appearing to others as someone unable to accept the death of family members. The officers exchanged glances but didn’t refuse my request. As a family member, I did have the right to request an autopsy. The officer said, “Mr. Greene, we understand how you feel. However, the surveillance footage is incomplete and doesn’t prove that Asher deliberately killed anyone. This case requires further investigation. You can initiate the autopsy process now.” I nodded, indicating my willingness to cooperate with the police investigation. After leaving the police station, I opened my phone and immediately received a call from Diana. As soon as I answered, her cold voice came through. “You froze my card? Eric, how dare you! What right do you have to freeze my card?” I calmly replied, “The right that it’s my salary card. Diana, do I need to remind you? Every penny you’re spending now is my money.” Diana fell silent, and when she spoke again, her tone was somewhat softer. “We’re husband and wife, why distinguish between yours and mine? Today is Asher’s birthday, and I finally see him after so long. If he ends up paying for his own birthday celebration, do you know how embarrassing that would be for me?” She continued complaining, making me increasingly irritated. Unable to bear it any longer, I shouted, “Are you done yet?” Clearly not expecting me to raise my voice, Diana paused, then said, “Eric, you’re actually yelling at me?” Her voice carried a hint of grievance, and she soon began to cry. Diana had always been like this—pampered since childhood, crying and making a scene whenever anyone said anything against her. In the past, whenever she put on this act, I would immediately comfort her and spare no expense buying her designer bags. But now, whenever I thought about her celebrating the birthday of the person who killed her family, I felt that all my sincere feelings had been trampled into worthlessness. “Your parents are dead. Remember to come back for the funeral,” I told her coldly. However, she responded with something that shocked me. “Everyone dies eventually. The three of them dying together is a kind of reunion. You can handle the funeral. I have many bodies to dissect these days.” With that, she hung up. I was stunned, realizing that she apparently didn’t know the deceased were her parents. Pressing my lips together, I asked the police again, “Can I request a specific medical examiner for the autopsy? Consider it my final request.”

After leaving the police station and returning home, I had my lawyer draft a lawsuit. Just as I sent out the lawsuit, Diana unexpectedly returned home early, despite supposedly being busy with autopsies. She burst through the door furiously and immediately grabbed a water glass from the table, hurling it at me. Glass shards exploded against the wall, scattering everywhere. Her chest heaved violently as she pointed at my nose and shouted, “Eric, have you no shame? “Asher didn’t intentionally kill your family! How could you take out your anger on an innocent person?” “Asher told you?” I coldly asked. Diana let out a bitter laugh. “I had just finished celebrating his birthday when he was summoned by the police. He told me everything on the way. It wasn’t intentional—he was just in a hurry to see me. “Besides, if your elderly parents had paid attention to the road, would this have happened? And your sister got caught up in it too!” Noticing something off about my expression, her tone softened slightly. “Eric, don’t be so upset. What’s done is done, so let it go. Don’t make this more embarrassing than it needs to be. Asher and I have agreed to compensate you with $300,000 to settle this privately.” I couldn’t help but laugh, staring directly at Diana. “So their three lives are worth just $100,000 each?” Hearing this, Diana’s face darkened again. She shoved me, her voice low and warning. “You’d better be reasonable! $100,000 is already a lot! Your parents were old anyway—even if they hadn’t died, you’d have had to take care of them regularly. Now that they’re gone, you’ve been spared that burden. You’re essentially getting $300,000 for nothing!” Diana’s attitude made it clear that no matter what, she would stand by Asher and believe everything he said. My heart stung slightly, but I smiled at Diana. “I trust the law will prove everything.” Seeing my determination, Diana bit her lip and snorted coldly: “I’m trying to help you, but you won’t listen! Don’t blame others when you lose this case!” With a loud bang, she slammed the door on her way out. Her words carried an air of absolute certainty, as if she was convinced I would lose this lawsuit. It wasn’t until the day of the trial that I finally understood why she was so confident. ***** On the day of the hearing, the solemn courtroom was packed with people. Without hesitation, I presented the surveillance footage of Asher running over the victims. When questioned by the judge, Asher stammered, unable to form a coherent response. “I… I…” Seeing Asher at a loss for words, Diana immediately stood up to testify. “As a forensic pathologist, I can provide evidence proving these three people died from their own medical conditions, not from injuries sustained in the accident. “What can a single surveillance video prove? Either provide compelling evidence, or this is just slander!” Diana appeared extremely confident. She then produced an autopsy report. To help Asher escape punishment, she had clearly gone to great lengths. Seeing my silence, Diana’s eyes flashed with challenge and triumph. “I told you we should have settled this privately. With the little evidence you have, what did you expect to accomplish? Now you have no proof and you’re making a fool of yourself.” Asher, standing beside her, quickly tried to mediate: “Don’t be so angry, Diana. Don’t let me ruin your marriage. “Eric, I also want to apologize to you. About your parents—it wasn’t intentional. Diana said $300,000 would resolve this, but personally, I don’t think $300,000 is enough.” Asher was openly apologizing to me in court, seeking reconciliation. I responded with indifference: “It’s fine, I’ve thought it through. I’ve sent you my account number. Just transfer the money there. I’m not asking for much—$600,000 will do. My parents’ and sister’s lives should be worth $200,000 each, not so cheap.” Both Diana and Asher were surprised by my sudden change, and when Asher heard I wanted $600,000, his expression soured, but he eventually agreed reluctantly. Seeing the $600,000 transferred to my account, I smiled with satisfaction, then said to Diana: “I’ve prepared divorce papers. While the court is still open, let’s get divorced.” Diana froze for a moment, then snatched the divorce agreement and laughed coldly. “You want to divorce me over something this trivial? You’re not much of a man!” She threw the documents on the ground, stomped on them several times, and then left with Asher without even looking at me. Before leaving, she couldn’t resist one last taunt: “Be grateful you got any money at all. That’s all your parents’ and sister’s lives were worth.” I raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. She still thought it was my parents who had died. I said, “Still, after all our years of marriage, as my wife, shouldn’t you at least see my parents and sister one last time? Just to pay your respects.” “You’re insane!” Diana cursed, but still followed me to the morgue. She had already autopsied these three unrecognizable bodies countless times, so there was nothing new to see. Upon entering the morgue, her face showed complete impatience. However, at that moment, I took out three death certificates and said sadly, “Mom, Dad, Sis, Diana has come to see you.” Seeing the death certificates in my hand, Diana froze instantly, her eyes bulging wide, bloodshot with shock!

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