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For twenty years, I devoted myself completely to raising three abandoned children I found, sacrificing everything to give them a good life. I never married, never pursued my own dreams, just worked tirelessly to help them thrive. But when a twist of fate left me pregnant at forty, those children I loved as my own became strangers, tearing me apart with their words. It all started with my eldest daughter, Tina White, who had just earned her degree from a prestigious university overseas and was about to begin an enviable job at a hospital in the big city. On a stormy night, she locked me out of her clean, tidy apartment, leaving me soaked in the rain. “Get rid of that baby or don’t step foot in my home again!” she said coldly, her voice as icy as the pouring rain. “You’re not my real mother anyway, I don’t owe you anything.” Then there was my second son, Jason White, who had just gotten engaged to a wealthy businessman’s daughter and was planning the perfect wedding. He showed up at my door, not with love, but with a bottle of pills he tried to force me to swallow. “I’m starting a new life,” he roared, with anger that even he seemed ashamed of. “Why are you having a baby at your age? You’re embarrassing me!” And my youngest daughter, Judy White, who had recently found her birth mother and couldn’t wait to leave the country with her, didn’t hold back either. She sneered, her words sharp as knives. “You just had to interfere, didn’t you? Dragging me into your home, ruining my chance at a perfect love story. Now you’re pregnant with God knows whose child? This is what you get for meddling.” Twenty years of love, sweat, and tears, only to be rewarded with three ungrateful children who would rather spit in my face than call me mom. Well, if that’s how they feel, I’m done with them. I don’t need these heartless bastards in my life anymore. ***** “You old witch, getting knocked up at your age with some bastard child—have you no shame at all?” The moment Tina heard about my pregnancy, her voice filled with rage and her face contorted. She jumped to her feet and berated me as if I were nothing. Her anger hit me like a slap across the face, my heart tightening in my chest. I was shocked, but part of me understood. What 26-year-old wants to hear their mother is having another child? A sudden brother or sister? It’s certainly hard to accept. Fighting through her harsh words, I forced a smile and pleaded softly, “Tina, you’ve always been my rock, my capable daughter. Can you help me this time?” She let out a cold laugh, her words growing sharper: “Help you? You’re over forty, parading around with a belly for the whole world to see. You might not be embarrassed, but I’m mortified!” Her eyes flashed, “This isn’t up for discussion. You need to terminate the pregnancy.” I clenched my fists as a cold fear spread through me. For twenty years, I had given up love, comfort, even my health to raise Tina and her siblings, pouring everything I had into them. When I discovered I was pregnant, my first thought was to end it—I didn’t want the children to feel my love would be divided. But the doctor warned that medication abortion carried risks and recommended surgery. Knowing Tina was about to start working in obstetrics at a top hospital, I thought she would be the one to help me through this difficult time. Instead, she was ashamed of me. I pressed my lips together, my face hardening for the first time in front of her. “I’m not getting rid of it,” I said firmly. “I’m keeping this baby.” Tina’s face darkened, and before I could react, her hand struck my face hard. “You shameless woman!” she spat. My cheek burned with pain, but the shock of her hitting me broke my heart even more. The next second, she shoved me out the door. “You can die on the street for all I care, but that child cannot stay!” Outside, thunder and lightning crashed through the downpour. I stepped in a puddle and nearly fell. Instinctively, I twisted to protect my belly, landing hard on my back instead. A sharp pain shot through my tailbone, making me cry out in agony. Before I could catch my breath, Tina rushed over, her face contorted with rage. She kicked my stomach viciously. “You stupid old fool, still protecting that bastard child?” she roared. My stomach throbbed with pain, my breath caught in my chest. This was Tina, my first adopted child, the girl I had raised as my own. For her future, I had saved every penny, sold everything I owned, even mortgaged my only house to gather a million dollars to send her to university in Europe. When she needed money abroad, I worked myself to the bone, cutting every expense to ensure she never went without. And now, when I needed her most, she treated me like I had some contagious disease. The cold rain pelted my skin, but my heart felt colder. I swallowed the bitterness in my throat and struggled to my feet, my voice steady despite the pain. “Tina, I just wanted to ask for your help. If you don’t want to, that’s fine.” I turned to leave, but she grabbed my arm, her voice shrill. “You think you can just walk away? You really want to keep that child?” I met her gaze, seeing nothing but disgust and resentment in her eyes. My heart felt like it was breaking—twenty Christmases of motherly devotion, and this was what it came to. I had loved her like my own daughter, but I had been wrong about her. I didn’t answer, which only fueled her anger. “What, silence solves everything now?” she shouted. A passerby’s voice carried over, and embarrassment flashed across her face. She yanked me back inside, shoving me toward the corner of the table, ramming my stomach against it again and again. When she was little and bumped into that table, I had padded every sharp corner with foam to protect her. Now, she didn’t care at all, mercilessly using that same table against me. A tearing pain shot through my abdomen, and my face turned pale. I grabbed her hands, my voice trembling as I begged, “Tina, please, let me go. I’m your mother.” She wouldn’t listen. Her face was twisted like a wild animal’s, as if she wouldn’t stop until she broke me. Suddenly, the front door was pushed open. Jason and Judy’s voices rang out in unison. “Tina, what the hell are you doing?”

Tina grabbed my hair and refused to let go, each tug sending searing pain across my scalp. I reached out toward Jason and Judy, who stood frozen, seemingly unable to process the scene before them. “Judy, Jason, help me…” I gasped, my face pale. Jason suddenly snapped back to reality and rushed forward, shoving Tina away. “What the fuck are you doing to Mom?” he roared. “Do you have any conscience left?” I collapsed against him, his arms catching me. In that moment, I briefly felt a glimmer of family warmth. Judy frowned, hurled a few sharp words at Tina, then took off her jacket and draped it over my shoulders, her hand brushing against my cold palm. Tina’s lips twisted into a cold smile. “This old witch is pregnant and says she wants to keep it. If you two think that’s fine, take her to your place!” She folded her arms. “She’s not staying here. Do whatever you want—she’s not my real mom, and I don’t owe her a damn thing.” Her previous attack had already broken my heart, but hearing her coldly say she had no obligation to me sent a fresh wave of pain through my chest. I looked at her, my eyes filled with disappointment. Tina met my gaze, her eyes hard. “What? Am I wrong?” I lowered my eyes, feeling Jason’s body tense against mine. He exchanged a glance with Judy, then turned to me, his voice uncertain. “Mom, is what Tina saying true?” A flicker of doubt, perhaps judgment, passed through their eyes—my heart sank. Despite everything, I still clung to a shred of hope, forcing a weak smile. “It’s true,” I said. “I’m keeping this baby.” Jason’s face darkened, his expression turning to disgust, as if I were something filthy he’d scraped off his shoe. Judy yanked the jacket off my shoulders, threw it to the ground, and ground it with her heel. She even pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer from her purse and sprayed it toward me, as if my pregnancy were some kind of plague. Jason’s voice was ice-cold. “Mom, this is ridiculous. You know I’m getting married soon. You’re pregnant now? It’s like you’re deliberately trying to embarrass me.” He shook his head. “Tina’s right, this baby can’t stay.” Judy chimed in, her tone full of contempt. “Exactly. What’s the point of having a baby now? You think we’ll help you raise it? Tina’s starting her career, Jason’s having a wedding, and I’m going to Europe with my birth mother. You’re just causing problems for us.” I gripped the table to steady myself, staring at all three of them—my children, now standing against me. Tina, I had already lost. But Jason and Judy? I raised them from nothing, through countless hardships. Jason was sickly as a child, and I cared for him like he was my own flesh and blood. At school, his wealthy classmates had everything, and when he wanted thousand-dollar sneakers, I didn’t hesitate. I delivered food until I could barely stand, slept only three hours a night, all so he wouldn’t feel inferior. When he couldn’t get into a tutoring program, I knelt outside the teacher’s door for five hours, begging them to accept him. In college, when he didn’t want his classmates to know about me, I quietly walked away without a word. Now he’s engaged to a rich girl, and I’ve become his burden. And Judy—I never shortchanged her. She got just as much as Tina and Jason. True, I was strict with her when she dated in high school, but when she found her birth mother and abandoned me, I let her go without saying a word. My expression hardened, all tenderness toward them gone. “This baby is mine, and you have no right to dictate my decisions. If anything happens to it, you’ll all pay a price you can’t imagine.” With that, I pushed past them and headed for the door. Judy screamed and rushed over, slamming it shut. “No way! This baby has to be dealt with today—you’re not ruining our lives!” I almost laughed. When I was a young single woman, I adopted these three children without ever thinking they’d ruin my life. But now, they stood there, convinced my pregnancy would destroy their futures. My mistake was letting these ungrateful brats into my heart. I’d had enough. I needed to leave. Before I could move, Jason’s arm swung toward me, a blunt force crashing against my head. Everything went black. When I woke up, I was tied to a chair, the ropes burning against my wrists.

The rope dug deep into my skin, binding me to the chair. My three beloved children sat across from me, staring as if I were their worst enemy. My head felt like it was about to split open, weak and heavy, fear gripping my heart. “What are you doing?” I asked softly. Tina lounged lazily on the sofa, legs crossed, her eyes cold as ice. “What do you think? We’re forcing you to get rid of that child.” She casually tossed a handful of pills onto the table, making my heart skip a beat. Jason stood up, grabbed a few pills and walked toward me. “Mom, don’t act like we’re the bad guys,” his voice was hard, “you’re the one who didn’t think about us. Getting pregnant at your age? Aren’t you ashamed? We’re completely humiliated.” He leaned in close, offering the pills. “Be good now, swallow these. It’s better for everyone.” His figure loomed over me, his eyes flashing with a cruelty I barely recognized. These past years, in his pursuit of marrying into wealth, he’d learned plenty of dirty tactics. Now, those tactics were all directed at me—the woman who raised him from nothing. My heart froze solid. “I won’t take them!” I clenched my lips, shouting, “Don’t you dare touch this baby. It’s the Howard Group CEO’s child!” Tina frowned, her patience exhausted. “Your stubbornness won’t help!” she yelled, “Pry her mouth open and force them in! I’d rather she choke to death than give birth to that bastard!” Jason took a deep breath, his hand clamping down on my jaw, trying to force the pills into my mouth. “You’re lying!” he roared, “Mr. Howard? A powerful man like him interested in a cleaner like you?” I shook my head desperately, my brain rattling inside my skull, using all my strength to keep the pills out. He lost patience and called Judy over to hold me down. Together they restrained me while Jason tried to push the pills into my mouth. I refused to let them succeed. I bit down hard on Jason’s hand. “Ah!” he cried out in pain, his face contorting. He slapped me across the face, making my cheek burn with pain. “You old witch, you dare bite me?” My face stung like fire as he called Tina over to help hold me down. I was just a rag doll now, firmly restrained by the three children I had raised. Jason’s face twisted with rage as he finally forced the pills down my throat, immediately following with a pot of scalding hot water. The hot water burned my throat painfully, leaving me gasping for air. “You all…,” I choked, my mouth blistering from the hot water, my voice hoarse and unrecognizable. The three of them stepped back, smug smiles spreading across their faces. They even hugged each other, celebrating as if they’d won some victory. Once, scenes like this had warmed my heart. When Tina got accepted to that prestigious overseas school, we hugged and cried in our 200-square-foot rental. When Jason recovered from his illness and got into college, we danced and laughed outside his high school. When Judy landed a job at a big company, we wept with joy at a roadside restaurant. Now, their celebration was about destroying me, burying me alive. I closed my eyes tight, hot tears sliding down my cheeks. I tried desperately to vomit, wanting to expel the pills. I couldn’t let them kill my unborn child—my own flesh and blood. Tina noticed my struggle and her expression darkened. She broke free from their embrace and rushed toward me. “You stubborn old fool, still fighting back?” She roared, raising her hand to strike. The door was suddenly smashed open with a tremendous crash. “What the fuck are you doing?” a voice thundered like lightning.

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On my birthday, I mistakenly used David Turner’s ex-wife’s rose-patterned dinnerware. Thirteen-year-old Tom Turner suddenly flipped the dishes, spilling scalding corn chowder on the back of my hand. He watched coldly as I screamed in pain. “This was my mom’s custom wedding dinnerware! I don’t allow anyone else to touch it!” he said. Tom then rushed to his room and smashed the last jeweled bracelet my mother had left me before she died. “If it weren’t for you, my mom wouldn’t have left me! When I grow up, I’ll kick you out of my house!” he shouted. I stood there quietly, feeling neither sad nor wronged, just sighing softly. “If that’s what you want, then so be it.” ***** I grabbed a nearby towel and cleaned the soup stains off myself. As I turned, I accidentally knocked the dishes to the floor. The dish broke in half upon impact. “You wicked woman! That was my mom’s favorite dinnerware!” Tom, who had been wearing a defiant expression, suddenly exploded. He stared at me intensely, his expression severe. I looked at the broken pieces and said, “Tom, you’re lying. Your mother hated roses. Why would she custom order dinnerware with that pattern?” Caught in his lie, Tom became flustered. He kicked over a chair and ran out the door clutching his worn-out backpack. This time, I didn’t follow him to the corner store to buy him cookies as I usually did. After cleaning up the mess, I quietly walked to the storage room. The urn that should have contained my mother’s ashes was completely empty. I heard the toilet flush. When I rushed into the bathroom, trembling as I scooped up the last traces of ashes, Tom gloated: “Serves you right! You broke my mom’s precious dinnerware! I made your most precious thing disappear too!” He made a face at me, then ran away. I stared at the grayish-white traces on the floor, feeling heartbroken. At Christmas, I had moved from my countryside farm to the factory housing complex with the canvas bag my mother had sewn. But the low walls of the housing complex completely cut off the free wind from the farm. They took away the college acceptance letters addressed to me and handed me a three-year-old boy who loved to bite. I spent my youth teaching him how to tie his shoelaces and solve math problems with a pencil. Yet it only took him the time to smash an urn to destroy all the love I had for him. I stood there in silence, catching the familiar scent of laundry detergent. Looking up, I saw David standing in front of my spaghetti. Like father, like son—Tom and David shared the same arrogance and the same dislike for me. David sat at the dinner table waiting for his meal after work. He examined me with a frown and said directly, “Why are you fighting with Tom again? He just started middle school. Why are you arguing with him?” Seeing that I remained silent, David grew impatient. His eyes fell on the urn I was holding, but ultimately he said nothing more. After a while, he said in a dismissive tone, “What’s past is past. The living are more important than the dead.” I felt as if I had been with them for ten Christmases yet never left even the slightest impression on their hearts. After dinner, David habitually pulled me toward the bed. I instinctively didn’t push him away. He unbuttoned my collar and slipped his hand inside my clothes. His warm breath fell on my face. David said, “It’s your birthday today, so I’ll allow you not to take birth control. If you can get pregnant, have the baby. Stop fighting with Tom.” His body grew warmer, but I felt cold. When we first married, I had loved this handsome factory manager in his Christmas prime. Three months after our wedding, I became pregnant. I remember telling David the news that day, and how his expression instantly turned cold. He coaxed me into taking abortion pills. David said, “Tom is my first and will be my only child. If you get pregnant and have your own child, you’ll surely neglect Tom.” Afterward, he became even more vigilant. Every time we had sex, he made sure to watch me take birth control. Ten Christmases had passed. The doctor said I might never be able to get pregnant again. Now David’s words seemed like a Christian offering to me. I thought, “What did I do wrong to make him treat me this way…” For the first time, I gathered the courage to push away the man lying on top of me. I said, “David, our ten-year Christmas term is up. It’s time for me to divorce you.”

The atmosphere grew tense. David said impatiently, “Tom is just a child.” “As his mother, it’s your fault for not raising him properly!” I lowered my head and smirked coldly. At Christmas, David, the factory manager, fell in love with my cousin Amanda Carter, an ordinary worker. The Carter family got several jobs at large chain supermarkets thanks to David’s connections and moved into a luxury apartment. Their marriage was happy. But Amanda’s health was poor, and she suffered from postpartum depression before passing away. The Carter family sent me to the Turner household overnight to be Tom’s stepmother. David initially refused, but his parents agreed. They thought hiring a nanny wasn’t as good as marrying a woman. Finally, the two families made a ten-Christmas agreement. Although David and I are legally married now, not a single person from either family acknowledges the legitimacy of our relationship. Tom has never called me “Mom.” This was the first time I didn’t avoid David when he was angry but looked straight into his eyes. I said, “I’m not angry, just that at Christmas, the agreement between our families will expire.” “I really should leave. Staying here only causes trouble for you and Tom.” Hearing my words, David’s expression softened somewhat. He looked at me suspiciously, but the tension eased. He compromised. “If you’re pregnant, I’ll talk to my mother. She might agree…” I said, “Don’t bother.” At Christmas, my father ran off with another woman, and my mother and I stayed at Amanda’s house. If I didn’t owe the Carter family a favor, I would have asked David for a divorce long ago. My father didn’t love me and left me nothing. David doesn’t love me, nor would he love my child. If I had a child, they would be unloved like me. I couldn’t bear to do that. I walked to the desk and wrote down Tom’s living habits and study progress over these Christmases. I said, “These days, I’ve written down everything Tom likes to eat and all his preferences in this notebook.” “He’s grown up now and can take care of himself. You can hire a housekeeper in the future. Just follow what’s in the notebook, and nothing will go wrong.” David took a deep breath and threw the notebook directly into the fireplace to burn. He pointed his index finger at my nose and said, “Lily, don’t push it.” “It’s your birthday today, so I won’t argue with you. Think it over carefully!” The door slammed shut. But a second later, the door opened a crack. Tom was still wearing the badge his teacher had awarded him. He threw his book hard at my temple and said viciously, “Bad woman! If you keep hanging around our house, I’ll hit you!” The book fell to the floor—it was one I had given him. Tom forgot that his academic achievements he’s now so proud of were all because of my help. Amanda and I were close. Before she died, she asked me to take care of Tom, saying he was a good kid and would surely be grateful to me someday. At that time, I looked at the adorable three-year-old Tom. He seemed to understand and smiled happily. In that moment, I fantasized about spending the rest of my life with David. But after ten Christmases, it’s time for me to wake up from my dream.

The next day, I packed my bags. To take care of Tom, all my clothes these past ten Christmases have been gray and black, colors that don’t easily show dirt—much like my gloomy life. But it doesn’t matter. I’m about to welcome my own freedom. I was heading to the station to buy tickets when I ran into my widowed neighbor. She showed her face at the door, and Tom laughed as he threw himself into her arms. “Good morning, Ella,” he said loudly. His voice was so loud that other neighbors looked our way. “Lily used some tricks to marry David shortly after his cousin died.” “Now Tom isn’t even close to her. What good has it done her?” Hearing these words, Tom seemed even happier and spoke even louder. “Ella, Dad loved the cake you made yesterday. Lily’s cooking is terrible.” When I first moved here, I wasn’t good at handling relationships and was ostracized by neighbors, so I stayed home experimenting with cooking. Back then, three-year-old Tom was very attached to me. He would eat every bit of the cakes and cookies I made. In his eyes then, I was like an angel sent from heaven. But now, though my cooking skills haven’t declined, Tom looks down on me. Ella smiled at Tom in her arms, then looked at me challengingly. “Children are the most innocent and adorable. They never lie,” she said. “David marrying you was the luckiest thing that could happen in your life.” Ella had a mole at the corner of her eye, just like Amanda’s. Because of this similarity, she—a widow—was assigned an apartment by the factory. Tom often ran to her place to play. When David came to pick him up, the three of them standing together looked like a family. “You’ve even bought tickets. Are you trying to threaten me?” I had come to Amanda’s home with my train ticket. Amanda’s mother, Kelly Edwards, clutched my train ticket with displeasure. “I’m just fulfilling our previous agreement,” I said. “I’ve been their nanny for ten Christmases, and now I want to live my own life.” She slapped me hard across the face and said, “You country girl, how ambitious you are! You and your mother lived in our house, and now that she’s dead, you want to leave?” She tried to slap me again, but I caught her hand and looked at her calmly. “My mother and I lived in your house for five Christmases, and I’ve worked at David’s for ten. We’re even now!” I said. “I’m not here to ask for your opinion. I’m just here to inform you.” These past ten Christmases, I’ve acted with a clear conscience. As a wife, I’ve taken meticulous care of David. While he went out to work, I handled all the household matters. Every day, I also had to endure his insatiable sexual desires. As a mother, I’ve raised Tom to become a known genius in the middle school. I gave him all my love. And he achieved excellent grades. I played every role well, except I failed myself. After saying goodbye to Kelly, I turned to see David’s cold, feminine energy-depleted gaze. David said, “Are you really leaving? You’re a Christmas-aged divorcee, no one will want you anymore. “I advise you to think carefully. If you don’t get along with Tom, just let him go to Ella’s place after school. You won’t have to worry about anything.” I smiled and said, “Thank you. That won’t be necessary.” David grew increasingly angry. According to his imagined scenario, I should have happily accepted his proposal and stayed out of gratitude. But I’d rather endure the pain than continue living this numb existence. Ella mocked me, “Lily, it’s too much how you despise me. “Mr. Turner has provided for you all these Christmases, and has never mistreated you. “Do you hate me that much?” As she spoke, Ella actually turned away with tears and nestled into David’s arms. David shouted at me angrily, “Lily, apologize to Ella right now!” Tom picked up a stone from the roadside and threw it at me, saying, “I don’t want you as my mom anymore! I want Ella to be my mom! “You bitch! You killed my mother, and now you want to hurt Ella!” The stone hit my temple, causing pain. I looked at Tom seriously and asked, “In your heart, am I the murderer who killed your mother?” “Aren’t you?” he furiously headbutted my stomach, knocking me to the ground. That’s when I suddenly realized he had grown to be as tall as me. Tom developed slower than other children his age, and I tried everything to provide him with proper nutrition. Through winter cold and summer heat, I considered everything thoroughly for him, from his studies to his friendships. These ten Christmases, the time spent with him has occupied a third of my life. Yet all my efforts couldn’t withstand Ella’s few provocative words. I just felt disappointed. David and Tom looked at me as if I were a beggar on the street coming to collect a debt. Perhaps I once did beg them for love, but now all misunderstandings could only end with this divorce agreement. I took the agreement out of my pocket, handed it to David, smiled at the three of them, turned around and went inside to get my luggage. David didn’t even glance at me, busy fussing over Ella. But I felt like he was waiting for me to say something. I knew that with David’s charm, there would always be new women in his life who would consider being his wife the highest honor. But none of that concerned me anymore. I hailed a taxi, wanting to leave this home as quickly as possible. However, after the car started, Tom suddenly appeared on the road, spreading his arms to block the car.

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I was kidnapped when I was six months pregnant and imprisoned in a glass room filled with surveillance cameras for three full years. When I was rescued, I had lost my memory, my uterus had been removed, and I could never become a mother—until Liam Carter saved me. He said he was my husband, that I had lost my memory in a car accident, and that Emily White was my best friend. He treated me with utmost tenderness. We adopted a child together and named him Ethan. On Mother’s Day, I accidentally overheard a conversation between Liam and Emily. “Are you sure Isabella hasn’t discovered that Ethan is our child?” “Don’t worry. That idiot has been raising Ethan for five years.” Emily leaned into his arms and said emotionally, “Back then, if you hadn’t arranged for someone to kidnap her, I couldn’t have successfully taken her place. The Williams family still believes I’m the real heir. It’s ridiculous!” “Once she helps us raise Ethan, we’ll find an excuse to take him back. Then the Williams family assets will be ours.” I trembled all over, realizing they had been deceiving me all along. If that’s how it is, I’m determined to teach them a lesson. ***** In the office, Emily’s voice, feigning concern, came through again. “Liam, what if she suddenly recovers her memory? If she remembers what happened back then, I’ll lose the Williams Group shares I worked so hard to get.” Liam laughed and said, “She was tortured beyond recognition back then. She won’t recover that easily.” “If she really does recover her memory, we can just kidnap her again. As long as the Williams family still recognizes you as the heir, she can’t do anything.” Hearing this, I nearly lost my balance. I remembered what had happened. When I woke up in the hospital, I had lost my memory. Liam claimed to be my husband, saying I had been severely injured in a car accident, with abdominal trauma that resulted in my uterus being removed. We had been married for a year, and I had felt guilty countless times for not being able to get pregnant. So Liam went to an orphanage and adopted a child named Ethan. I poured all my love into Ethan, doting on him completely. Everyone told me Emily was my good friend, the eldest daughter of the Williams family. So I made her Ethan’s godmother. It turns out this was all part of Liam and Emily’s scheme. And Ethan was actually their biological son! They not only harmed me deeply but also deliberately replaced me, stealing the life that should have been mine. Hearing the sounds of heavy breathing from inside the room, I turned and stumbled away. Back home, I calmed myself before opening the door, and immediately saw Ethan sitting on the living room floor, completely absorbed in arranging colorful beads and strings before dinner. I stared at him in a daze. The son I had doted on for five years was actually Emily and Liam’s love child. But Ethan is innocent… I approached and crouched beside him, asking softly, “Sweetie, what are you making?” Ethan looked up proudly and said, “Mom, I’m making a Mother’s Day gift!” I was touched. Just as I thought the gift was for me, Ethan said, “It’s for Emily. She loves pretty things the most.” Feeling disappointed, I asked with a trembling voice, “Did you prepare a gift for me too?” He frowned impatiently and said, “No, you hardly ever play with me. Emily plays games with me every day and buys me treats! Mom, stop bothering me!” Just as I was about to stand up, Emily and Liam returned. Ethan excitedly held up the necklace and ran to them. “Emily! Look, I made this gift for you!” Emily exclaimed with delight, “I love it so much! Thank you!” Watching their happy scene, I froze in place, at a loss. Liam smiled as he walked to my side, gently embracing me, and said, “Isabella, Happy Mother’s Day. I bought you a gift.” He took out a diamond necklace and put it around my neck. When I was close to him, I smelled a perfume—lily of the valley, Emily’s favorite. I felt nauseated. Liam turned to Ethan and smiled, “Sweetheart, would you like to ride the Ferris wheel today? Just the three of us.” Ethan shouted with joy, “Yes! Yes!” Then he threw himself into my arms. “Mom, can you make your special barbecue ribs for us? We’ll eat them when we get back.” I couldn’t bring myself to refuse him. “Okay.” I’ll just consider this the last time I make barbecue ribs for him. Watching the three of them walk away hand in hand, I was so upset that it took me a long time to come back to my senses. As I turned around, I saw Ethan’s small backpack that had fallen to the floor, and I picked it up. But the zipper wasn’t fully closed, and the items inside spilled out. I looked closely and froze. It was a butterfly hairpin with blood on it.

I picked up the hair clip and frowned. The small butterfly design on the clip was exquisite, with dried blood on its wings. Ethan was a boy who only showed interest in toy cars and building blocks. I was puzzled about where this hair clip came from. When Ethan returned home that evening, I casually asked, “Ethan, I found a pretty butterfly hair clip in your backpack today. Where did you get it?” Ethan, focused on assembling his blocks, replied indifferently, “I found it at Emily’s house. The butterfly on it looked nice, so I put it in my backpack.” I continued, “I noticed there was blood on the butterfly…” Ethan knocked over his blocks forcefully, interrupting me impatiently, “I don’t know. Mom, you’re so annoying!” I froze, clenching my fists painfully. “Enjoy your playtime then,” I mumbled, gripping the hair clip tightly as I left the room. The next day was Ethan’s birthday. Emily had specially arranged a birthday party for him at the Williams Estate. As I was coming out of the bathroom, I heard sharp yelling around the corner. “You can’t even carry a cup of coffee properly. Useless!” A stout maid was slapping a five-year-old girl across the face. I immediately rushed over, positioning myself in front of the little girl, and said, “What are you doing? That’s outrageous!” Upon seeing me, the maid instantly switched to a fawning expression and explained, “Mrs. Carter, Miss Emily Williams kindly adopted Lily. But Lily is completely useless…” “That’s enough. You may go.” After dismissing the maid, I crouched down to examine the child. Lily was skin and bones, her body covered in injuries. I found cotton swabs and medicine to treat her wounds, but accidentally noticed the butterfly hair clip in her hair. It was identical to the one I had found earlier. I asked her softly, “Does it hurt?” Lily nodded but instinctively shrank back defensively. Suddenly, a hand rested on my shoulder. Liam’s smile was gentle, but his eyes revealed a panic I’d never seen before. He said, “Isabella, the Williams family is here to see Ethan. Let’s go join them.” I replied, “Just a moment. I haven’t finished treating this child’s wounds.” But Liam pressed firmly on my shoulder, saying anxiously, “Leave it. She’s just a servant’s child. Everyone is waiting for you.” His behavior seemed unusual to me. Unable to refuse, I could only push the medicine back into Lily’s hands, saying, “I’ll come find you later.” After saying this, Liam led me to the banquet hall. Edward Williams sat there in his tailored suit, with Emily standing obediently beside him. “It’s been five Christmases since Emily came to us with my daughter’s ring to claim kinship. Do you have a boyfriend yet?” Emily displayed a shy smile. Watching this scene, I recalled the conversation I’d overheard days ago, and felt a pang in my heart. I thought, “This is clearly my family, my home!” In front of me, Mr. Edward had just put down his coffee cup when Ethan approached with dessert. Edward smiled and said, “Thank you, Ethan! Isabella has raised you well!” But Ethan objected, “That’s not true! Dad and Emily taught me all this, it has nothing to do with my mom!” A silence fell over the room. I was disappointed. Even though I wasn’t Ethan’s biological mother, I had loved him deeply all these Christmases. But now it seemed my efforts meant nothing. Halfway through the birthday celebration, Ethan was about to cut the cake. Before I could hand him the cake, I heard a scream. I turned to see Lily tumbling down the stairs, blood spreading everywhere…

Lily was curled up on the floor, her face deathly pale. I instinctively moved to rush over to her. But Liam suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, “Isabella, today is Ethan’s birthday! Don’t let this little incident ruin the party. Someone will take her to the hospital.” I looked at him. Liam frowned, his expression appearing concerned. Ethan put down the cake knife and complained, “Mom, my cake hasn’t been cut yet! Come help me.” Emily impatiently said, “Hurry up and get this girl to the hospital, Jinx.” Watching the servants carry Lily away, I finally relaxed a bit. I patted Ethan’s head. “Okay, I’ll help you cut the cake.” Halfway through the party, I overheard a maid quietly telling Emily, “Ms. Emily Williams, that girl isn’t doing well…” Emily replied impatiently, “She won’t die. Don’t bother me with such things!” I clenched my fists. Lily’s pale little face kept flashing in my mind. As soon as the party ended, I made an excuse and rushed to the hospital. Since Lily’s incident happened at Ethan’s birthday party, I couldn’t just ignore it. When I arrived at the hospital, Lily was already in surgery. The doctor walked out with a grave expression and said, “The child needs an emergency blood transfusion, but her blood type is Rh-negative. The blood bank doesn’t have enough in stock.” I immediately rolled up my sleeve and said, “Take my blood. I’m Rh-negative.” The doctor nodded and had a nurse take me to the blood collection room. But shortly after, the doctor shook his head at me while holding the blood test results. “Mrs. Carter, your blood type does match, but direct relatives cannot donate blood to each other. It’s hospital policy.” I was stunned for a moment before asking, “Direct relatives? How is that possible…” The doctor said, “The blood type matching results indicate you and this child have a mother-daughter relationship.” I couldn’t stop trembling. “Lily is my daughter?” Just then, a nurse came running. “Doctor, the blood bank has transferred Rh-negative blood from another hospital. The surgery can continue!” The operating room light came on again. I collapsed into a chair, my mind in chaos. I thought, “No wonder Liam keeps preventing me from contacting Lily, and Emily allows everyone to bully her… just because she’s my child!” After the surgery, the doctor came out and said, “The surgery was successful. The child is out of danger now.” I was finally relieved. Just as I was about to ask about Lily’s condition, footsteps echoed from the end of the hallway. Edward approached, leaning on his cane with a servant’s support. He said in a gentle tone, “I heard someone from the family had an accident, so I came to check.” Lily was wheeled out, her face still pale. Edward sighed softly, “This child is pitiful indeed, but thankfully nothing serious happened.” He looked at me and said, “Isabella, you’re a good girl. Thank you.” My emotions were complicated. I forced a smile and said, “I just met Lily today and felt sorry for her, which is why I paid her more attention.” After chatting briefly, Edward, not feeling well, decided to leave first. I escorted him downstairs and watched his car drive away. Then I looked at the white hair in my hand. It was a strand of hair I had just taken from Edward’s shoulder. I immediately submitted the sample to a DNA testing center. After making sure Lily was settled, I returned home. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Liam sitting on the sofa. He asked, “Where have you been?” I didn’t respond. He impatiently said, “Did you go find that child? Today is Ethan’s birthday. How could you neglect him for an unrelated child?” I scoffed and looked him straight in the eye. I asked, “Liam, why don’t you want me to have contact with Lily? What are you hiding?” Liam froze. In just a moment, he regained his composure and said helplessly, “You misunderstood. Ethan hasn’t seen you. He’s in his room throwing a tantrum right now.” I said, “Then I’ll go check on Ethan.” I walked into Ethan’s room and found him gripping a pair of scissors, viciously cutting up the teddy bear I had sewn for him with my own hands. Shocked, I asked, “Ethan, what are you doing?” Ethan replied resentfully, “Mommy, you only care about that dirty kid. So I don’t want you anymore!” He glared at me fiercely and said, “Anyway, Dad and I both like Emily more. It doesn’t matter whether you’re here or not!” With that, Ethan tossed the stuffed animal into the trash can, dropped the scissors, and ran out of the room without looking back. I staggered slightly, my heart aching. I walked over to the trash can and saw it filled with all the Christmas gifts I had given Ethan—hand-knitted scarves, his favorite picture books, and more. I fought hard to hold back my tears. The next day, I rushed to the hospital, only to learn that Lily’s condition had suddenly worsened that morning and she had been taken to the emergency room. I waited anxiously outside the emergency room. After a while, a nurse came with transfer papers and said, “Mrs. Carter, Ms. Emily Williams says she wants to help transfer Lily to another hospital.” Emily and Liam approached together. She pretended to be concerned and said, “I heard Lily’s condition worsened, so I came to check on her. I didn’t expect Isabella to be here too.” I ignored her, only concerned about Lily’s condition. Emily looked at Liam with a hurt expression and said, “Liam, does Isabella have something against me? I’m just worried about Lily. The Williams family has better medical resources. Why don’t I arrange for her transfer? It would help her condition.” I immediately refused, feeling anxious, “No, her condition isn’t stable enough for a transfer.” Liam looked at me reproachfully, “Isabella, what relationship do you have with that child? Instead of staying home taking care of Ethan, you’re here worrying about a stranger! This is Emily’s adopted child, it has nothing to do with you!” I gave him a cold look and said firmly, “No.” Liam’s eyes turned fierce, “Isabella…” Just then, the doctor came out. I ignored them and immediately asked anxiously about the situation. The doctor frowned and said, “We suspect the patient has drug poisoning. We’ll have to wait for the test results.” I recalled what Emily had said and felt confused. But when I turned around, they were already gone. Using the excuse of checking Lily’s medical records, I went to the hospital’s surveillance room and retrieved the security footage from last night. In the video, a medical staff member sneaked into Lily’s room, secretly switched her medication bottles, and then left casually. I downloaded the surveillance video and said angrily, “Emily…” After calming myself down, I went to Lily’s hospital room. She was lying pale in the hospital bed, still unconscious. I held Lily’s hand tightly and said sadly, “Lily, from now on I’ll protect you. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.” I won’t let anyone who has hurt us get away with it! My phone suddenly vibrated—it was a message from the DNA Testing Center: [Test results are ready. Confirmed that Isabella Williams and the test subject Edward Williams are direct blood relatives.] I gripped my phone, finally feeling reassured. I took a deep breath, took a screenshot of the test results, and sent it to Edward with a message: [Hello, this is Isabella Williams. At Christmas, Emily stole my family ring that my mother gave me and used it to connect with you. This test report proves that I am your real granddaughter.] [If possible, I’d like to meet with you.] I leaned back in the chair, trembling. A minute later, a sharp ring broke the silence of the room. My phone vibrated frantically. It was Edward calling.

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The night before my engagement to Ian Parker, he got into a car accident while protecting his first love, Nicole Johnson. When I rushed to the hospital and looked through his medical report, I discovered he had never received a heart transplant. I turned pale with shock and asked his parents, “Didn’t he have heart surgery?” “Eleanor, what nonsense are you talking about? My son’s heart is perfectly healthy!” At that moment, I realized my seven years of devotion to Ian had been a ridiculous case of mistaken identity. After Ian was discharged, he publicly smashed our engagement ring in front of my spaghetti at a bar, wanting to break off our engagement. The onlookers expected me to beg him to stay through tears, but I simply nodded calmly and said, “Alright.” The man I truly loved had left long ago. Since Ian wasn’t even a replacement, why should I care about him? ***** Hearing my direct response, Ian’s face darkened with feminine energy. “What’s this? Changed your tactics? Everyone knows you’re my most devoted follower. How could you agree to break off our engagement?” “I told you, unless you personally put shoes on Nicole today, there might still be a chance for our engagement.” I stared at his chest, then looked up and said, “I can certainly do that, but you need to answer one question for me.” Ian sneered, “What is it? Are you going to ask if I love you like in some romantic drama?” I couldn’t care less about who he loved. Seven years ago, my first love Simon Williams was in a car accident on his way to our date. His undamaged organs were donated. Unable to accept this fact, I desperately tracked down the recipients despite the confidential donation information. Eventually, I found Ian. Since then, I followed him like a shadow out of guilt for my deceased lover, even longing to marry him. Taking a deep breath, I asked, “Did you have a heart transplant seven years ago?” Ian impatiently replied, “Are you joking? If I had a heart transplant, could I be racing cars every day?” I closed my eyes in exhaustion, realizing I had gotten everything wrong. Keeping my promise, I personally put high heels on Nicole. The entire booth fell silent, and Ian stared at me in shock. Someone suddenly exclaimed, “Oh my God! Eleanor actually did that to avoid breaking off the engagement!” “So what? Mr. Parker still has no feelings for her.” “Shut up!” Ian slammed his glass on the table, the loud crash of shattering glass silencing everyone. I was surprised that Ian would suddenly defend me. But wasn’t this humiliation something he had inflicted on me himself? He glared at me fiercely and shouted, “Are you deaf? Don’t you know what to do when someone insults you?” “Since you want to break off the engagement, don’t you have any demands?” I smiled bitterly and shook my head, responding, “It doesn’t matter anymore.” I felt it was better to leave promptly rather than waste time on the wrong person. Seeing me so desperate for the first time, Ian became flustered. He suddenly grabbed my wrist and said, “You…” “Ian?” Nicole’s call snapped him back to reality, and he pushed me away. The back of my head hit the bar counter hard, causing my vision to blur from the pain. Nicole also twisted her ankle due to Ian’s sudden movement. Hearing her cry of pain, Ian immediately came to his senses, swept her up in his arms, and anxiously said, “Nicole, I’ll take you to the hospital right away!” After Ian left, his friend threw a full glass of alcohol in my face. “Did you see that? That’s your place in Ian’s heart. How can you compare yourself to Nicole?” “So embarrassing. Stop clinging to Ian.” I wiped the alcohol from my face and calmly said, “Don’t worry, I won’t appear in front of his spaghetti again, and I never loved him anyway.” Hearing this, everyone looked at me in disbelief. Just then, an angry voice rang out. “What are you doing?” Ian had suddenly returned. Seeing my miserable state, he grabbed someone by the collar and roared, “Who did this?” The person frantically waved his hands in fear. “Ian, we didn’t do anything, just a joke.” I was surprised to see him standing up for me again. He took off his jacket, wrapped it around me, and forcefully pulled me away. Just after pushing me into his car, his phone rang. “How serious is Nicole’s condition? I’ll be right there.” He glanced at me and casually said, “You can drive, so go home.” Watching his retreating figure, I called my private investigator, Brad Paisley. Learning I had found the wrong person, Brad apologized profusely and quickly sent new information: [After ruling out Ian, only Marcus from the wealthy Chapman family, who had surgery on the same day, matches the criteria.] Brad: [However, the Chapman family isn’t in this city, so he may have left long ago.] I replied: [Send me his most recent address and book the earliest flight available.]

When I got home, I grabbed my treasured bottle of liquor and started chugging it. In my daze, I thought I saw my first love, Simon, instead of Christian. He looked at me, his voice full of concern: “Why aren’t you taking care of yourself again? How can I not worry about you?” Hearing that familiar care in his voice, tears streamed down my face as I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, afraid he might disappear. “Simon, don’t go…” As soon as I said this, the man I was hugging pushed me away forcefully. “Who the hell is Simon?” The angry shout instantly snapped me back to reality. Only then did I realize that the person standing before me wasn’t Simon at all, but Ian. Disappointed, I rubbed my temples and casually dismissed it: “Just a friend.” Ian didn’t seem suspicious. In his eyes, I was still that woman hopelessly devoted to him. I changed the subject: “What are you doing at my place?” Ian was momentarily stunned. I smirked coldly: “Aren’t we already broken up? Shouldn’t you be with Nicole right now?” He irritably scratched the back of his head: “Can’t I have other reasons to see you? There’s a business gala tomorrow night, and you need to attend with me.” I immediately understood. No wonder Ian wasn’t angry this time. He wanted to use me to maintain his reputation again. After all, I come from a prestigious family. Even though he deeply loves Nicole, I’ll always be his plus-one at these events. “Fine.” Anyway, I’ve been entangled with him for seven years. I consider this my final favor to him. Seeing how readily I agreed, Ian pushed his luck by cupping my face, intending to kiss me. However, I instinctively pulled away. “Are you rejecting me?” Seeing the resistance in my eyes, Ian immediately became furious with embarrassment. “Don’t you love Nicole?” I countered. My words seemed to hit a nerve. He angrily responded, “Fine, I’ll go kiss Nicole instead! Even if you beg me later, I won’t bother with you!” The next day, I arrived at the venue according to the address Ian had sent. As soon as I stepped into the hall, blinding camera flashes went off one after another. It seemed this gala was far more significant than Ian had let on. Perhaps he was using me for his schemes again. I walked calmly down the red carpet, only to see Ian intimately embracing Nicole for photos in the interview area. In response to the reporter’s leading questions, Ian brazenly introduced: “This is my fiancée’s adopted sister.” I didn’t know if Ian was being stupid or hadn’t fully woken up to say something like that. Nicole and I have no relationship whatsoever, yet he was not only using my reputation but also trying to get Nicole a piece of the pie. Seeing me appear, Ian flashed a smug smile and beckoned to me with his finger as if summoning a pet. The reporters immediately swarmed around like sharks smelling blood. One of them directly produced a photo showing me putting shoes on Nicole at the bar. My face was clearly visible in the photo, while Nicole in Ian’s arms was deliberately blurred. I didn’t even need to guess whose idea this was. The reporter aggressively asked, “Ms. Lambert, that’s you in the photo, right? I heard you’re willing to put shoes on his beloved woman just to please your fiancé. Will you also serve her when they’re in bed together? You’re the heir to the Lambert family. Are you really this obsessed with Mr. Parker?” Amid everyone’s mocking gazes, I laughed coldly and said, “I don’t love him anymore.”

After I finished speaking, everyone present stared at me with shocked expressions. Ian glared at me like I was insane, his face filled with astonishment and anger. However, I’d had enough and didn’t want to be tormented by him anymore. “I have something to attend to, so I need to leave now.” Then, I turned and walked away without looking back. The moment I pushed open the conference hall doors, an unprecedented feeling of relief washed over me. But just as I was about to get in my car and leave, Ian suddenly came running after me. He urgently blocked my path and said, “Eleanor, why can’t you be more reasonable?” I couldn’t be bothered to respond and intended to leave immediately, but he gripped my wrist tightly. “I know you’re angry, but as my wife, haven’t you experienced this kind of thing often enough? Can’t you be more gracious? Why do you have to quarrel with Nicole over such a small matter? Why don’t you consider my position more? What are Nicole and I supposed to do now that you’re leaving?” Seeing that I remained unmoved, he continued with feigned tenderness, “I’ll take care of the photo issue. Aren’t you satisfied with that?” I forcefully shook off his hand and coldly replied, “You don’t need to do that.” He looked incredulous and said through gritted teeth, “Don’t regret this!” I couldn’t be bothered to look at him again and turned to leave. As soon as I got home, my mother called. She anxiously said, “Eleanor, have you seen the news? What’s with that photo? How dare Ian make you put shoes on someone else in public?” Hearing my mother stand up for me, I was touched. Then, I gently reassured her, “Mom, don’t worry. I’ve already broken off the engagement with him. I won’t have anything to do with him anymore.” My mother responded joyfully, “Really? That’s wonderful! I always thought that guy was terrible.” I smiled and said, “Yes. We can also terminate our business partnership with his family.” My mother readily agreed. Just after hanging up, a message from Brad popped up: [A wealthy man from the Chapman family is holding a photography exhibition in New York recently. Would you be interested in going to see it?] My heart immediately raced, and the memory of that photography-loving boy Christmas resurfaced. I promptly changed my ticket to the earliest available. On my way to the station after quickly packing my luggage, Ian kept calling me. I kept hanging up, but it was to no avail. His angry voice came through from the other end of the line: “Eleanor! Are you crazy? Just because reporters criticized you, you want to get revenge on me? Why are you still causing trouble out of jealousy?” I sighed and calmly responded, “I’m not jealous.” But Ian, always arrogant and conceited, stubbornly believed I was just being petulant. “I’ll give you one last chance. Have your family back off immediately, and I can pretend nothing happened.” I hung up directly, not bothering to listen to any more of his nonsense. Looking at the disconnected phone, Ian felt an inexplicable sense of unease. However, he wouldn’t apologize to me first. After all, I had always been the one to admit fault in the past. Three days passed, and I hadn’t called him once. In the past, I would have come back to apologize within a day. Finally, Ian couldn’t hold back anymore and called one of our mutual friends to ask about my situation. When he asked where I was, our friend hesitated. After Ian pressed him repeatedly, the friend reluctantly told the truth. “Eleanor went to New York. She said she was going to find her boyfriend.” At this moment, I’m on the train scrolling through messages from Brad. He told me that Marcus, the wealthy heir of the Chapman family, is passionate about photography. His favorite hobby is venturing deep into remote mountains to capture rare natural wonders. I stare at the photo on my phone screen. The man in the picture has neat, short hair and eyes filled with an otherworldly detachment. For some reason, I find it quite amusing. He looks neither like a privileged rich kid nor like an art-obsessed photographer, but rather like a pastor ready to enter a church at any moment. However, on second thought, I start to feel anxious. I think someone as detached and dispassionate as him would be extremely difficult to approach. How to get close to him becomes a thorny problem. I nervously make my way to the photography exhibition in New York. I had planned to secretly look for Marcus first, but unexpectedly, as soon as I enter one of the exhibition halls, I see a middle-aged man wearing a gold necklace causing trouble. He’s grabbing the collar of a man whose back is to me, shouting, “I said I want to buy your work. Are you deaf?” From where I’m standing, I can clearly see the gold teeth in the middle-aged man’s mouth. But no matter how rudely he yells, the man being grabbed by the collar remains completely unfazed. I can’t help but look around, surprised to find that not a single security guard has come to intervene, and the entire exhibition hall is eerily empty, with no other visitors. Seeing the middle-aged man raise his fist, I can’t stand it anymore. I quickly step forward and shout, “Stop! Do you want to get arrested?” Hearing my words, the man glares at me. “Who do you think you are? This is none of your business!” I wave my phone in front of his eyes and say, “I’ve recorded your little performance. If you don’t want to be detained, stop right now.” The man’s face instantly darkens. He lets go of the other man and lunges toward me to grab my phone. However, this is exactly what I wanted. As he rushes forward, I pull out my stun baton from my bag and jab it into his stomach without hesitation. This guy clearly underestimated me, and with no defense prepared, he immediately convulses from the shock and collapses to the ground. I calmly put away my stun baton. Just as I’m about to leave, I suddenly hear a light male voice from behind me. “Hey.” Without turning around, I wave my hand dismissively. “No need to thank me.” However, the man chuckles. “Who said I was going to thank you? I’m saying you’re in the wrong place.” “What?” The man who had been grabbed by the collar slowly stands up, his back still to me, brushing dust off his clothes as he continues, “Don’t you know? This exhibition hall isn’t open to the public. You and that guy on the floor are both uninvited guests.” Hearing him lump me together with that middle-aged man, I immediately feel my blood boil. “I didn’t see any sign prohibiting entry! Is this how you treat someone who just saved you?” The man suddenly laughs. “Saved me? Come on, stop playing these childish games.” He points toward the entrance and continues, “Can’t you see that huge sign?” Somewhat irritated, I look at the sign by the door. I had seen it when I came in—wasn’t it just reminding visitors not to bring pet dogs inside? I storm over to the entrance to take a closer look and am immediately speechless. Someone had used a marker to crudely add the word “People” before the original “No Dogs Allowed.” Now the complete message reads “No People or Dogs Allowed.” I stand there dumbfounded, at a loss for words. After a long silence, I hear the man’s soft laughter behind me. “Do you see it clearly now?” I have nothing to say and start to walk out with my head down. Then he speaks again, “What’s wrong? Not playing my savior anymore?” I never expected to save a madman. I don’t want to say anything now; I just want to leave quickly and find that rich young man, Marcus. But after taking just a few steps, something makes me glance back. I see a man in loose-fitting overalls leaning against the wall, smiling at me. I freeze instantly because that mocking face belongs to none other than Marcus, the very person I’ve been desperately searching for. He’s been right in front of me, and I failed to recognize him. Our first meeting has turned into such a big misunderstanding. Seeing me frozen in place, Marcus’s eyes flash with interest. He casually gives a hard kick to the unconscious middle-aged man on the floor, then walks up to me and asks, “Tell me, how would you like me to repay you?” I close my eyes, wishing I could go home right now, but thinking about my first love, I force myself to endure. If I could be infatuated with a man like Ian for seven years, then what’s a man like Marcus? He’s the carefully groomed heir of the Chapman family, so I still give him a perfect smile. “May I treat you to a meal?”

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Benjamin Lewis didn’t love me, and his only condition for marrying me was that I would raise his son Ethan for ten years. For these ten years, I gave my heart and soul to his family. But at a family dinner, I accidentally wore Benjamin’s late wife’s old gown. Ethan publicly ordered security to strip it off me and throw me into the alligator pool. I crawled out of the alligator pool covered in wounds, but Ethan viciously kicked me back in. He looked cold, as if watching an entertaining show. “Ms. Ellison was right, you’re just trying to replace my mother. I’ll make you leave my home sooner or later, and you won’t get a penny!” Looking at this child I had raised with blood, sweat, and tears for ten years, I felt utterly desperate. When Benjamin learned about this, he coldly said, “Caroline, you were indeed in the wrong. Don’t try to replace her.” I didn’t cry or make a scene, just smiled calmly and said, “Mr. Lewis, our ten-year agreement has expired. It’s time for me to leave.” ***** The evening pool water was freezing cold. When I struggled out of the alligator pool again, my body was in unbearable pain from the bites, and I nearly fainted. The maids frantically wrapped blankets around my shivering body. Ethan’s face was full of contempt as he arrogantly lifted his chin. “Bitch, I’m just teaching you a lesson this time. You’d better know your place and don’t touch my mother’s things!” Looking at the gown carelessly thrown on the ground, I took a deep breath despite the pain. “If it’s your mother’s most treasured possession, why don’t you cherish it at all?” I raised my head and looked at Ethan with a complex expression, saying, “You’ve learned to lie.” His birth mother’s belongings had always been personally preserved by Benjamin; there was no way it could have appeared in my closet. A flash of panic crossed Ethan’s face. Then, embarrassed and angry, he glared at me and said, “I did not!” With that, he turned and ran away. I silently lowered my head and accepted treatment from the family doctor with the maids’ support. After my wounds were treated, I returned to my room. However, as soon as I pushed open the door, a plate of filthy leftovers was dumped on my head. I was completely soaked, the pungent smell making it impossible to open my eyes. As I struggled to see, Ethan’s triumphant laughter came through: “Hahaha! You’re the bitch who killed my mom. Today I’ll show you the consequences.” My heart shattered instantly. Ethan shoved me hard and ran out the door, laughing. I fell to the ground, my eyes burning with tears. Ten years ago, when I had just returned from studying abroad, Benjamin’s wife passed away from illness. To ensure that the infant Ethan wouldn’t lack maternal love, they found me, a specialist in child psychology. “Caroline, the Lewis family has supported you for so many years, so you must help with this.” So when the Lewis family asked me to marry Benjamin and raise Ethan because of their past kindness, I agreed, setting a ten-year term. During these ten years, I poured my heart and soul into raising Ethan. But losing him happened overnight. After lying on the floor thinking for a long time, I finally managed to stand up and turned to see Benjamin standing in the doorway. Dressed in a crisp suit, his handsome face was filled with complex emotions. Benjamin and Ethan looked very similar, and they were both extremely arrogant, looking down on everyone. Then Benjamin frowned: “I heard about tonight’s incident. Caroline, it’s your fault.” I was stunned and didn’t defend myself. He glanced down at the mess on the floor and sighed helplessly: “Ethan loves his mother very much. Don’t try to replace Penelope. You should know your place.” I smiled self-mockingly. Benjamin slowly took off his suit jacket, but he just stood outside the door, instructing the maid to clean the room. Then, looking at me covered in blood and filth, he coldly said, “Go take a shower. You look too dirty.” I nodded instinctively and went to the bathroom to shower. In the dead of night, Benjamin held me in his arms as usual. His hands roamed freely over my body, his desire growing. But I only felt terrified. Benjamin had always had strong desires. Shortly after our wedding, I became pregnant, but he forced me to go to the hospital. After a medical error, I not only lost that child but also had my uterus removed. Benjamin just coldly said: “Good, now you won’t neglect Ethan after having children of your own.” Since then, Benjamin had vented his desires on me every night. After all, there would never be any accidents again. At this moment, I felt extremely sad. When his hand slipped inside my nightgown again, for the first time in my life, I pushed him away. “Mr. Lewis, our ten-year agreement is complete. Let’s file for divorce tomorrow.”

Benjamin’s hand froze in mid-air, his face darkening terribly. “Ethan was just joking with you today. He’s only a child—can’t you forgive him as his mother?” His tone carried obvious anger. “This whole thing was your fault to begin with, and I haven’t even pressed the issue. You need to stop throwing tantrums!” The title “mother” left me deeply confused. Years ago, Benjamin had fallen in love with Penelope Leach at first sight in college. After graduation, Benjamin insisted on marrying her despite his family’s opposition, even threatening to take his own life. His family had no choice but to compromise. Unfortunately, fate was cruel. Penelope passed away shortly after giving birth to Ethan. The Lewis family, worried someone might take advantage and marry Benjamin with ulterior motives, forced us into a hasty marriage—no ceremony, no rings. Benjamin felt nothing for me, so why should I waste my life on such a ridiculous commitment? I lowered my head and said quietly, “I’m serious. Our ten-year agreement has expired. “Ethan hates me. My presence here only irritates him.” Benjamin’s brows furrowed, anger flickering in his eyes. “Is this because you don’t have children? In a few years when Ethan is older, you can adopt one.” I certainly wasn’t going to be a fool again by raising someone else’s child. Before I could speak, Benjamin immediately stood up. “Stop being so ungrateful! You’re nothing without the Lewis family!” With that, he slammed the door on his way out. I stood there, a deep weariness washing over me. The next morning, I was awakened by a pain in my forehead. Opening my eyes, I saw Ethan standing smugly by the bed, clutching a toy car. “You bitch! How dare you make my dad angry!” Under my shocked gaze, Ethan sneered, “If you keep hanging around our house, next time I won’t just hit you with a toy car!” After delivering his threat, he turned and left. That toy car was the birthday gift I had given him last year. Years ago, when Benjamin’s mother placed the few-month-old Ethan in my arms, she had said earnestly, “Caroline, we’ve raised you like our own daughter. I hope you’ll treat Ethan the same way.” Yet all these years, though I’ve cared for him as my own, he wishes nothing more than my immediate death. I sat dazed for a while before getting up to wash and go downstairs for breakfast. I still had to attend Ethan’s parent-teacher conference today. However, as soon as I reached the living room, I heard two fierce barks. I froze immediately, seeing Ethan holding the leashes of two massive wolf dogs, smiling at me provocatively. The wolf dogs looked huge and ferocious, eagerly baring their fangs at me, drool dripping from their jaws. My face turned pale, and I didn’t dare move. Ethan knew I was terrified of dogs—he was clearly doing this on purpose. “Ethan, take them outside!” My voice trembled uncontrollably, cold sweat breaking out on my back. Ethan’s smile grew even more arrogant. “Mom, these are my new pets. Let them keep you company for breakfast!” With that, he had someone tie the barking dogs not far from me before sauntering away. I remained frozen for a long time. Only when the butler hurriedly came to take the dogs away did I weakly collapse onto the sofa, my palms drenched in cold sweat. After resting for about fifteen minutes, I suppressed my surging distress and got up to prepare for the parent-teacher conference. However, when I reached the entrance, I discovered the car was gone. The maid nervously explained, “Mrs. Lewis, Young Master Ethan ordered the driver to take him to school. He said you should find your own way there.” Not only that, Ethan had threatened all the maids that if I dared to take another car, he would fire them all. Seeing the pleading looks from the maids around me, I ultimately gave in. I had to walk from the hillside villa to the foot of the mountain, then take a taxi to the school. By the time I reached the classroom, I was already a few minutes late. Before I could enter, I heard Ethan’s hate-filled voice coming from inside. “Caroline seduced my dad for money and got my mom killed. She even pretends to be nice to me!” Under the strange gazes of the parents around, I said helplessly, “Ethan.” Seeing me appear, Ethan immediately shut his mouth, a flash of panic crossing his eyes. However, when he saw the person behind me, his eyes lit up, and he quickly pushed past me and rushed over. “Ms. Ellison!” Sabrina gently embraced Ethan and gave me a smug smile. “Mrs. Lewis, Ethan insisted I come to his parent-teacher conference. I’m really sorry.” Ethan snorted coldly, “I love Ms. Ellison the most! She’s not annoying like certain people!”

I stood frozen in place. The whispers of parents around me kept reaching my ears. “Is that Caroline? She doesn’t look like such a vicious woman.” “Don’t be fooled by appearances. If she hadn’t done something wrong, why would Mr. Lewis’s son dislike her so much?” “You’re right. That lady next to her is definitely prettier and gentler than Caroline. If I were him, I wouldn’t choose her either.” A flash of satisfaction crossed Sabrina’s eyes. Ethan affectionately pulled her hand to the seats, and even nuzzled his face against her chest like a spoiled child. “Ms. Ellison, after the parent-teacher conference, let’s go play together! I love spending time with you the most. You’re much more fun than those boring people.” I suddenly felt incredibly sad. Back then, Sabrina resembled Penelope, which was why Benjamin hired her as a tutor. She effortlessly won Benjamin and Ethan’s favor. Whenever I showed the slightest dissatisfaction, they would accuse me of not being as gentle as Sabrina, and that I was just being unreasonable. It was as if Christian and the others had completely forgotten that I had been quietly taking care of them for the past ten Christmases. Ethan made a face at me, full of disdain. “You can leave now. Having Ms. Ellison here is enough.” I took a deep breath and forced a smile. “Since Ms. Ellison is with you, I’ll go.” Without lingering any longer, I left the school and contacted a divorce lawyer. I only returned home after receiving the divorce agreement. When I dug out that long-buried prenuptial agreement from the bottom drawer and saw the ten-year Christmas deadline stipulated in it, a wave of pain washed over me. Once I signed it, I would have nothing to do with this place anymore. Just then, my phone rang. It was Benjamin calling. As soon as I answered, his cold voice came through. “I’ve sent you an address. Be there in half an hour.” I agreed indifferently. Looking at the divorce agreement in my hand, I planned to have him sign it. Half an hour later, I arrived at the VIP room of Estelle Restaurant. As soon as I sat down, Benjamin handed me a contract. “Although Ethan isn’t your biological son, you’ve been good to him these past ten years. If you’re worried about growing distant from him in the future, I can give you some company shares to secure your future. I already know about what happened at the parent-teacher conference. After all, Ms. Ellison looks like Penelope, so Ethan’s closeness to her helps him not miss his mother as much.” I shook my head and pushed the contract back. “No need, Mr. Lewis. I appreciate your kindness. Just sign this.” With that, I handed him the divorce agreement I had already signed. When I first married into the Lewis family, I was just a humble woman, even the maids dared to mock me. Now Benjamin finally thought of compensating me, but what meaning did it have? Looking at the divorce agreement, Benjamin was stunned, anger flickering in his eyes. “Are you still upset with Ethan? He’s just a child. Don’t be so stubborn. I’ve already compromised.” Then, Benjamin tore up the agreement and looked at me with displeasure. I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. In his eyes, perhaps I should happily accept this contract and continue playing the role of the dutiful wife and mother. But this time, I didn’t want to compromise anymore. Before I could speak, Benjamin’s phone suddenly rang. Sabrina’s tearful voice came from the other end. “Mr. Lewis…” Hearing her cry, Benjamin immediately panicked, with Ethan’s anxious calls in the background. Benjamin quickly got up and rushed home. As soon as he entered, he saw Sabrina sitting on the sofa, pale-faced, holding a painting and a black and white photograph. It was a portrait of Sabrina, but it was marked with a large “DIE” written in blood-red paint. The photograph was clearly an edited “funeral portrait.” Seeing me come back with him, Sabrina immediately burst into tears and cried directly to me, “Mrs. Lewis, I know you don’t like me, but why would you torment me this way?” I stood frozen, unable to comprehend what she meant. Benjamin’s brow furrowed as he rushed forward to help Sabrina up. Sabrina leaned against his chest, tears streaming down her face. “Mr. Lewis, when Ethan and I returned, I wanted to invite Mrs. Lewis to dinner, but I never expected to see this when I walked in. I’m just a tutor who happens to resemble your late wife. Why does Mrs. Lewis hate me so much?” Benjamin’s face darkened terribly, a vein throbbing at his temple. Then he turned to me and slapped me across the face. “Caroline, I thought you were just being temperamental, but I never imagined you could be this vicious!” A burning pain spread across my face, my ears ringing. Seeing Sabrina in tears, Ethan charged at me like an enraged little animal. “You bitch! Not only did you kill my mom, but you dare to bully Ms. Ellison!” “No…” Before I could explain, Benjamin coldly ordered, “Come here! Drag her outside. Don’t let her back in until she admits her mistake!” When it came to his beloved late wife and the woman he now loved, Benjamin refused to hear any explanation from me. The bodyguards roughly grabbed me and forcibly pushed me down onto the stone pavement outside the villa. “Watch her closely,” Benjamin said coldly before leaving with Sabrina. As heavy rain poured down, my clothes quickly became soaked, and the biting wind made me shiver uncontrollably. I smiled bitterly, never expecting to endure such humiliation even as I was leaving. When the rain stopped, Ethan came skipping over with a lollipop in his mouth. He smirked proudly, “Did you like my gift? Ms. Ellison told me that once Dad gets angry, he’ll hate you!” I was shocked. Looking at his innocent face, I asked softly, “Ethan, do you really hate me that much?” Ethan threw his lollipop at me, where it stuck in my hair before falling to the ground. “Hmph! Ms. Ellison told me that homewreckers like you deserve to be condemned by everyone! If it weren’t for you, how could my mom have died right after giving birth to me?” He deliberately splashed through puddles in front of me, splattering mud all over me. “Listen! A woman like you doesn’t deserve to be my mother. Only Ms. Ellison is worthy!” With that, Ethan ran off without looking back. Watching his retreating figure, the last bit of hope in my heart vanished. The child I had raised with my own hands now despised me to the core. As darkness fell, Benjamin finally came to check on me. Seeing my miserable state, his eyes showed a hint of sadness, but he still said coldly, “Have you learned your lesson? Consider this a warning. Go back inside. I’ll have the family doctor examine you.” I remained silent, staggering to my feet and returning to the bedroom to retrieve the divorce papers I had prepared. After signing my name, I handed them to him. “Mr. Lewis, my mind is made up. Please sign.” After all, once I left, the Lewis household would soon have a new mistress. Benjamin’s face darkened as he glared at me angrily. “Caroline, you did something so despicable out of jealousy toward Sabrina. I’ve already forgiven you, but you still want to make a scene, is that it?” He snatched the divorce papers and carelessly signed his name. Then he threw the papers at my feet. “Fine. Let’s see how arrogant you really are! Where will you go after leaving the Lewis family? Once you leave, don’t ever come back.” After these harsh words, Benjamin stormed out of the room. I picked up the divorce papers from the floor, unable to hold back my tears. I could finally leave, no longer at anyone’s mercy. I quickly packed my bags and left Benjamin’s house without hesitation. After hailing a taxi, I simply told the driver, “To the airport.”

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I, Daniel Campbell, was kidnapped on Christmas, and when I returned home, I discovered my parents had adopted a new child. To prevent me from targeting their adopted child, Roy Campbell, my parents sent me to a popular reality TV show that disciplines troubled teenagers. Every day I had to fight with pigs for food, compete for sleeping space, and be brainwashed by instructors before bed, forced to repeat praises about my parents and Roy a hundred times. Whenever I made a mistake, I was stripped naked and whipped countless times on camera, and had to slap myself until Director Nathan Adams was satisfied. After the show finished filming, I finally became the good child and brother my parents wanted me to be. But on the day of the show’s release event, when I jumped from the top of the TV station building, my parents broke down. ***** “Dad, Mom, I’m sorry.” I knelt before my parents on the doorstep, mechanically repeating the pledge I had practiced many times. “I know I was wrong. I swear I’ll be good to Roy from now on. Everything will prioritize Roy. Roy is the best, Roy comes first, Roy is more important than my life.” As soon as I finished, Director Nathan Adams’ voice rang out. He shouted, “Cut!” The reality show about disciplining troubled teenagers had finally wrapped up. After Nathan announced the end, I remained numbly kneeling on the ground. My parents joyfully shook Nathan’s hand in gratitude. “Thank you so much for teaching Daniel. When the show airs, we’ll make sure all our relatives and friends watch it.” Nathan smiled and looked at me, saying, “Daniel, make sure you get along well with your family from now on!” As he came over to help me stand, I turned pale at his outstretched hand and shrank back. Nathan’s hand froze in mid-air. My father, Jason Campbell, immediately scolded me, “What kind of attitude is that?” I remained silent, so Nathan put his arm around my shoulders and said cheerfully, “It’s fine, it’s fine. The boy probably just doesn’t want to leave us!” After saying this, he patted my back firmly twice and stared at me, saying, “Just remember how good we’ve been to you.” I couldn’t help but nod tremblingly. After the crew left, my parents led me into the house. As soon as we entered, I noticed Roy rolling his eyes when he saw me. But when my parents looked at him, he immediately pretended to be excited and ran over. “Daniel, I’ve missed you so much! You’ve been gone for so long. Let me show you your room!” Without waiting for my response, he dragged me into the room. As soon as the door closed, he revealed his true face. With malice, he said, “Why did you come back? It would’ve been better if you’d died in that place.” I was already used to seeing him like this. Years ago, when the police first brought me home from the village where I’d been trafficked, he had already been telling me to get out of the house when my parents weren’t around. Yet I’m the one who’s my parents’ biological son. Seeing that I had no reaction to him like a wooden doll, Roy smirked. The next second, he slapped himself across the face and fell to the ground. His cries filled the room. “Dad! Mom! Help me!” My parents quickly rushed in. Seeing the handprint on Roy’s face, Jason became furious and kicked me to the ground. He said, “What have you learned? You still dare to bully Roy? I shouldn’t have brought you back!” My mother, Maria Campbell, held Roy in her arms and looked at me with disappointment. “Roy has been so good to you. How could you treat him like this?” Jason pulled out his phone in front of me. “I’m calling your instructor right now to see if they can take you back.” My mind went blank when I heard his words. It was because of Roy’s recommendation that my parents had sent me to participate in this reality show about disciplining troubled teenagers. During filming, I was treated like an animal. The production team arranged for me to rest in a pigsty, making me compete with pigs for food under the pretext of teaching me hardship. At night, I had to sleep in the corner of the pigsty. Before sleeping, I had to kneel at the instructor’s feet and listen to his brainwashing about how wonderful my parents and Roy were. I couldn’t resist, or I would be stripped naked, tied to a bench, and whipped with an iron whip covered in barbs. After the whipping, I had to slap myself on camera until Nathan was satisfied. Recalling these experiences, I immediately knelt down and began desperately banging my head on the floor. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have bullied Roy. It’s my fault, it’s all my fault!” I kept banging my head, not daring to stop even when my forehead started bleeding.

Seeing me continuously kowtowing, my parents stood there in shock. Finally, Maria, unable to bear it any longer, came over to help me up. Roy suddenly sobbed, “Dad, Mom, don’t blame Daniel. It’s my fault for making him hate me so much that he wants to hurt himself.” Jason’s face immediately darkened with anger. “You’ve done nothing wrong. He was the one who bullied you first.” He walked over and yanked me up from the ground. “Stop wasting time here. I’ve made an appointment to get clothes made. Hurry up.” In the mall, I carefully scanned the clothes in the store, not daring to touch anything. Jason glanced at my shabby appearance with disgust. He pointed at me and said to the store clerk, “Find him some decent clothes. He’s embarrassing me looking like this.” The clerk, holding a size chart, asked, “What size does your son usually wear?” My parents simultaneously turned their heads away, looking awkward. I had been brought back home not long ago and immediately sent to the rehabilitation program, still wearing my old tattered clothes. Of course they didn’t know my size. As the clerk approached me with a measuring tape, Roy raised his phone toward me from the side. In an instant, the scene before my eyes changed. I seemed to be back in that hellish village, with my foster father from the show walking toward me with a cattle whip, smiling menacingly. “Stay away!” I pushed the clerk away in terror. My vision blurred, and I ran like a headless fly. The mannequins in the clothing store now looked like the villagers who had surrounded me, each one fierce and menacing, holding torture instruments. My parents were startled by my sudden outburst and moved forward to grab me. But in my eyes, these people were all demons. To avoid being beaten, I could only run desperately. Most of the clothes in the store were knocked to the floor, trampled and soiled by me. The store manager, seeing this, was about to call the police. Finally, everyone cornered me in the fitting room, and the chaos finally ended. Jason slapped me hard across the face. “Are you insane?” My head jerked to the side from the blow, half my face numb with pain. I slowly turned my head back, seeing expressions of extreme disgust on my parents’ faces. Outside the store, many passersby had gathered to watch. “Which mental hospital let this patient out?” “How terrifying. If he’s sick, he should stay in the hospital. Why come out and harm others?” As the criticism from onlookers intensified, my parents quickly took me away. Back home, Jason threw me into my room. “You worthless piece of trash! Did you deliberately embarrass us in public to get revenge? Stay in your room and think about what you’ve done!” I knelt down skillfully, slightly bowing my back. They didn’t know that in the show, kneeling was the most basic thing, not even considered a punishment. After some time, Roy’s voice came from outside the door. “You’re still bringing him food? He humiliated our entire family, so he doesn’t get dinner tonight. Don’t give him water either. He won’t die from going hungry for one night.” I curled up in pain. Since returning from filming the show, I hadn’t eaten for two days. My stomach twisted with sharp pains. I needed to eat something. Looking around, I finally found a notebook on the bookshelf. Without thinking, I tore out pages, crumpled them into balls, and stuffed them into my mouth. My throat burned with pain, but I was too hungry to care. The next day, I was awakened by the smell of food coming from outside. My parents were talking with someone. “Isn’t Daniel back home? Why hasn’t he come out for breakfast?” Maria replied with resignation, “He’s probably still sleeping. This child has always been so inconsiderate. I’ll call him out now.” Soon, my bedroom door opened. “Daniel, it’s time to eat,” she said. I dragged my trembling legs out of the room and saw the dining table filled with various dishes and guests. I looked at Maria. “Am I allowed to eat now?” Maria found this strange. “Of course you can eat. You’re talking as if we don’t let you eat…” Before she could finish, she saw me rush into the kitchen and eagerly devour the contents of the garbage bin. But the kitchen was full of food waste. Everyone watched in disbelief as I stuffed fish scales, rotten vegetable leaves, and eggshells into my mouth, their expressions extremely uncomfortable.

Jason’s face turned ashen as he grabbed my collar with one hand and yanked me up. “Who taught you to eat this garbage?” He slapped me hard across the face, fuming, “Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me?” I didn’t react, numbly swallowing the “food” in my mouth. Maria tried to approach but stopped, repelled by the fishy stench clinging to me. She sensed something was wrong and looked at me with concern. “Daniel, what’s wrong with you?” Just then, a relative spoke up, “Is this Daniel? How did such a good kid end up like this? Eating garbage… those traffickers are worse than animals!” That comment froze my parents’ expressions. They had always deliberately avoided mentioning my kidnapping. Back then, during an argument about getting rid of their child, they abandoned me at the neighborhood dumpster, and I was actually taken by traffickers. Unwilling to admit their mistake, they quickly adopted Roy, pretending nothing had happened. Only now did they realize the problem. Jason unconsciously released me, and I dropped back to the ground. But I still felt hungry and crawled back to pick up the unfinished garbage. When Maria tried to stop me, I thought she was someone from the show and bit down hard. Maria screamed, clutching her bleeding hand in horror. “You bit me?” Roy came over and sheltered Maria behind him, glaring at me with disgust. “How could you do that to Maria!” The relative who had just defended me fell silent, looking at me like I was a monster. Jason could no longer control his anger and kicked me away. Pointing at me on the ground, he shouted, “You dare to attack your mother? I don’t have a son like you!” My throat was too dry to speak, and I swallowed the apology that had reached my lips. The gathering ended unpleasantly. To make me reflect on my actions, Jason locked me in the storage room this time. In the dark, cramped space, I instinctively tried to curl up in a corner. The next moment, my foot hit a box. I fell hard, knocking over the box and scattering its contents across the floor. Panic swept over me. If my parents discovered I’d made another mistake, they would truly abandon me! Fighting down my fear, I slowly moved to the door and turned on the light. As the room brightened, I saw what had spilled out—my childhood toys and clothes. At the bottom of the box was a family photo of the three of us, everyone looking happy. On the back was a handwritten note from Maria: [Forever loving my baby Daniel.] Tears fell uncontrollably as I clutched the photo tightly. I thought they had thrown everything away long ago. So my parents hadn’t given up on me; they still loved me… A faint hope rose in my heart. If I told them the truth about what happened to me during the show’s filming, maybe they would understand me. But just then, I heard my parents’ voices outside the door. Jason spoke with frustration, “I really don’t know what to do with him anymore. How did we end up with such a troublemaker? He’d have been better off not coming back!” Maria said, “Don’t say that. He’s still our child.” Hearing Maria’s voice, my eyes flickered with emotion. Then Jason raised his voice, “He’s nothing like Roy. I wish Roy was our only child. Daniel does nothing but cause problems. Roy always thinks about the family, while Daniel just rejects him, making everyone miserable!” Maria sighed deeply, “I’ve also wondered if we should send him away… How about this—tomorrow at the show’s premiere, let’s ask Nathan if he can train him some more. We’ll pay whatever it costs.” My last remaining hope for survival was extinguished by Maria’s words. I collapsed on the floor, staring numbly at the door, realizing I had been delusional. My parents had long forgotten about me, just as our family memories were carelessly tossed into the storage room. Early the next morning, my parents let me out and dressed me in clean clothes. I stared vacantly, showing no reaction whatsoever. Roy still expressed concern, “What if Daniel suddenly tries to hurt someone on the way?” Hearing this, Jason immediately found a rope and tied my hands. Throughout it all, I didn’t resist or say a single word. After getting in the car, Maria seemed uneasy but didn’t dare come near me. “Daniel, today’s event is very important. Will you behave?” I kept my head down, staring at the rope on my hands without answering. Jason scoffed, “Such a poorly raised child.” The car drove all the way to the television station downtown, where Nathan came specially to greet our family. He approached us with a broad smile. “I’m counting on you all to help promote our premiere today!” Jason replied, “Of course, but we need to ask for your help too. Daniel still hasn’t broken some bad habits and needs more rehabilitation.” Nathan’s smile deepened. “No problem, you can rehabilitate him for as long as you want!” After chatting briefly, Nathan’s assistant rushed over. “We’re about to start. Please bring the guests in now!” Because there were cameras inside, my parents finally untied the rope from my hands. Once inside, I spotted many familiar faces amid the flashing lights. The instructors who had treated me like an animal sat in the honored guests’ section. My parents, upon hearing these were the instructors who had “taken care” of me on the show, dragged me over to thank them. Jason told me, “Thank them now.” I felt like throwing up. When I didn’t move, Jason pushed my head down in a bow. “Say something!” he demanded. I opened my mouth but couldn’t hold back and vomited, instantly soiling my clean clothes. Jason’s expression darkened. He wanted to scold me but restrained himself because of the many cameras around. Nathan quickly had someone take me to the bathroom to change clothes. This was just a minor incident, and the premiere continued as planned. From backstage, I could hear Nathan speaking eloquently. He said, “Our production team has carefully documented the growth and transformation of each troubled youth. Our instructors have been consistently responsible, supervising the rehabilitation of every bad child.” Then I heard my parents being invited on stage. They said, “We thank the production team and Nathan for giving our child a new lease on life!” Hearing them say this, I laughed bitterly to myself and turned to walk toward the stairwell. ***** The host announced enthusiastically, “Now, let’s welcome the successfully rehabilitated youth, Daniel Campbell!” Applause erupted, but I was nowhere to be seen on stage. Nathan looked displeased and was about to send someone to find me when his phone rang. He answered it, and his assistant’s panicked voice came through. “Nathan, that kid just jumped from the TV station’s rooftop!”

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At a plane crash memorial service, I fell in love with Ian Whitman, the hero pilot’s son. I worked tirelessly to get into the Air Traffic Control Bureau and spent three whole Christmases comforting him, trying to soothe his grief over losing his father. Finally, on the fourth Christmas, he proposed to me. The day before our wedding, I took time off to try on my wedding dress, but Ian never showed up at the bridal shop. I only received a message. [I’m busy today. I’ll give you a surprise tomorrow.] While I was waiting with excitement, that night three passenger planes accidentally flew into a thunderstorm zone. After the planes returned, I was blamed for the incident despite not being on duty. At the hearing, a colleague presented false evidence claiming I had made a mistake, and everyone believed it. Ian was my only witness. But when he walked in, he delivered the fatal blow. He said, “I am Kelly’s boyfriend. That day I told her I wanted to break up, and she threatened the safety of three planes to blackmail me…” I realized then that this was the surprise he had mentioned. Later, my father Felix Edwards committed suicide. My mother Carol Edwards went to prison for debt. I was cyberbullied and injured. Only then did I understand that he had meticulously planned his revenge, all because he mistakenly believed that Felix, as an air traffic controller that Christmas, had caused his father’s death. In the end, I was tortured to death, losing my unborn child. And Kelly went insane. ***** “Kelly, stop slacking and take drinks to the VIP booth!” When supervisor Yohan slammed the drink tray against me, I was kneeling on the cold floor, doubled over with stomach pain. Even though my period wasn’t due, my lower abdomen kept hurting. “Hurry up! You deserve a beating!” Yohan continued to rush me. I could only stand up despite the pain, straighten my uniform, and carry the drinks to the booth. The mix of perfume and cigarette smoke made me dizzy. When I saw who was inside, I started trembling involuntarily. This was the first time I’d seen Ian since our falling out. Besides him and Tiffany Reed, there were over a dozen men and women in the booth. They were raising their glasses in celebration. “Congratulations to Mr. Whitman for finally getting revenge and making the Edwards family pay for what they did!” Everyone looked at me with mockery and anticipation. Ian glanced at me and continued drinking expressionlessly. Tiffany, sitting beside him, laughed out loud. She said, “I heard Kelly makes quite a bit in one night, but I didn’t expect her to get so fat.” Her voice snapped me back to reality. She was elegantly dressed, and her slender waist made me look even heavier by comparison. Tiffany pulled out some cash and placed it on the table, saying, “Come pour drinks for us. I’ll tip you.” Despite her humiliation, I smiled as I poured their drinks. Ian snapped at me, “Get out!” I pretended not to hear him and continued swirling the bottle until I finished my performance, then reached for the money. He smashed his glass and said, “You have no shame! Get out!” Ian looked at me with disgust. He spoke so loudly that Yohan rushed in and yelled at me, “Idiot! Mr. Whitman is our new boss! Bring new drinks and apologize to him!” As I staggered back carrying the heavy new bottle, someone stuck out their foot and tripped me. The bottle shattered on the floor, splashing liquor onto Ian’s pants. Yohan slapped me hard across the face, repeatedly winking at Ian while apologizing profusely. He said, “What’s wrong with you? This is Mr. Whitman’s celebration! Apologize to Mr. Whitman!” They were celebrating the destruction of my family, yet I was expected to apologize to them. Seeing my silence, Yohan grabbed my hair and threw me onto the broken glass, kicking my hands. “Clean this up! Apologize!” My knees and hands were cut by the glass, but I still refused to apologize. The next second, Yohan was pinned against the wall by Ian, who punched him. Ian said, “I won’t allow you to touch her. Get out!” After Yohan fled, Ian came over and looked down at me, saying, “You acted so high and mighty when your license was revoked, but now you’re so pathetic. Of course, with a murderer for a father, you couldn’t possibly be a good person.” I said, “Ian, I’ve lost everything. Won’t you ever let me go?” Ian frowned, his response interrupted by my painful groan. I tried to stand up awkwardly, but the pain in my lower abdomen intensified, and I felt nauseous. Remembering that my periods had been irregular lately, I suddenly became worried.

I gripped the edge of the sofa, fighting back the urge to vomit. “I don’t feel well, Ian. I need to go to the hospital…” Ian stared at me gravely. In that moment, I remembered how Ian once carried me on his back through three blocks to the hospital in the middle of the night. Tiffany swirled her drink, stepping on my hand with her high heel as she mockingly said, “First you forged medical records, and now you’re faking illness? Looks like you inherited your father’s con artistry.” Ian coldly replied, “You haven’t paid your debt to me. You deserve the pain. You’re not going anywhere today.” I felt helpless. It was only a few months ago that I discovered his revenge was motivated by what happened when Felix was on Christmas duty. There had been a scheduling error that caused a catastrophic plane crash that shocked the nation. The passenger jet crashed with no survivors. The pilot was Ian’s father, Noah Whitman. During the accident investigation, Ian’s mother, Debra Green, jumped from a building and killed herself. No one believed Felix was innocent, including Ian, which was why he meticulously planned his revenge against me. After my license was revoked, Felix lost his mind and took his own life during a moment of clarity. Because I owed massive compensation, Carol secretly borrowed money to pay it off, but ended up in prison when debt collectors came after her. This was exactly what Ian wanted. I looked at him and smiled bitterly. Seeing my expression, Tiffany angrily slapped me across the face. “You knew your father ruined Ian’s entire family, yet you deliberately got close to him and arranged for his plane to crash. Do you hate him that much?” I had no strength to argue. Then I noticed the sparkling ring on her finger. It was my mother’s ring, which had been left to me. I never found it when I left. So Ian had given it to Tiffany. I said, “Give me back my ring.” Ian took the ring off Tiffany’s finger and tossed it into an ice bucket. “If you want it, get it yourself.” I knelt among the broken glass, searching for the ring, my heart aching terribly. Ian had been acting for four Christmases, but my love for him was real. I still wanted to explain one more time. “Ian, about the Christmas incident…” Suddenly, my phone vibrated frantically in my apron pocket. It was a call from the prison. The prison administrator said, “Kelly, your mother has suffered a heart attack. We need a family member…” I lunged toward the door, but security guards pinned me against the liquor cabinet. I begged, “Let me go! Please. My mom will die!” Ian signaled the guards to release me. I grabbed his pant leg and said, “I’ll accept any punishment, but my mother needs emergency care…” Tiffany said coldly, “Their family has connections at the hospital. Her mother’s in prison, she can’t go to the hospital.” Ian looked at me coldly and said, “During Christmas, my father’s body drifted at sea for three days, and my mother jumped from the seventeenth floor. No one saved them.” I hugged his legs, repeating, “Please.” He kicked my hands away and kicked me in the chest. I doubled over in pain, but he just smiled and said, “Why are you crying? Didn’t you anticipate this when you approached me?” I shook my head tearfully and quickly crawled toward the door. Ian grabbed my hair and held me down, saying, “Today is my celebration. There are 114 bottles of alcohol here, exactly the number of deaths in the plane crash.” Someone smashed a box of liquor against my back. Ian said, “If you want to leave, first atone for your father’s sins. Finish all this alcohol, and I’ll let you go to the hospital.” Ian knew perfectly well that I suffered from chronic stomach pain and that doctors had warned me not to drink. Thinking of Carol, I ignored my abdominal pain and grabbed bottle after bottle without hesitation. When I finished the thirtieth bottle, my phone vibrated again. I answered with trembling hands, only to hear the long beep of a heart monitor. The doctor announced helplessly, “We couldn’t do anything. Her condition was delayed too long.”

The phone was hung up. I sat on the floor clutching the broken bottle and said, “Ian, my mom is dead.” I never even got to see Carol’s last moments. Ian just scoffed, saying, “I don’t believe a word you say.” I closed my eyes slowly in grief. Seeing me like this, Ian felt an inexplicable unease. “You…” he was about to say something when his phone suddenly rang. Ian glanced at his phone and stepped out to take the call. The door to the private room closed, and Ian’s figure disappeared around the corner of the hallway. Inside, Tiffany picked up the ring and threw it out the window, then lifted my chin with the tip of her shoe. She said, “The celebration isn’t over yet.” She turned to the group of men with a smile and said, “Kelly owes over three million dollars. Each of you can have her for one million dollars per time.” I shrank back, my lower back hitting the wine cabinet. Red wine poured down from above, soaking my clothes. I heard the sound of belt buckles being undone. Those men tore at my collar, saying, “This is the most beautiful woman at the Christmas Air Traffic Control! Let me taste…” “No!” I bit hard on a hand reaching for me, only to be slapped across the face. The man said, “Bitch! You’re just Mr. Whitman’s used plaything!” Tiffany leaned against the table, laughing and recording video. The camera flash made it impossible for me to keep my eyes open. Suddenly, the door was kicked open. Ian punched the man. His nose broke with a scream. Slapped across the face, Tiffany fell to the ground holding her cheek. Ian withdrew his hand and said with a cold smile, “I don’t need you to avenge me.” Tiffany lunged forward, grabbing his sleeve, explaining, “Ian, she offered to sell herself to pay off her debt. Everyone here can testify.” Everyone knew about Tiffany and Ian’s relationship, and they all nodded in agreement. Ian angrily turned and grabbed my throat, saying, “Kelly, are you really this cheap?” I was thrown onto the sofa by Ian. He took off his belt and tossed it on the floor, forcing my trembling legs apart with his knee. He said, “You want money, right? I’ll buy you for tonight.” “Ian, do you really want to humiliate me this much?” I protected my body and said sadly, “I might be pregnant…” Tiffany gasped dramatically, “You sleep around without protection? Do you even know who the father is?” Ian asked in surprise, “Whose is it?” I begged, “It really hurts, please let me go.” While we were at a standstill, Tiffany suddenly shouted, “Oh my God, there’s blood on her dress!” Everyone in the room laughed, and someone took out their phone to take pictures. Tiffany looked at the bloodstain on my dress and smiled, “Ian, I’m a woman too. That’s just menstrual blood! She can’t possibly be pregnant. Kelly truly is a murderer’s daughter, always lying.” Ian calmed down and said with a mocking smile, “Kelly, you don’t deserve to be pregnant. Your bloodline should end with you.” Tiffany called for some soup to be brought in, saying, “Kelly, have some corn chowder.” She deliberately poured the soup on me. I was burned. Soon, the scalding corn chowder was forced down my throat. Tiffany whispered in my ear, “Whether you’re pregnant or not, this is abortion medicine.” I cried, on the verge of breakdown, shouting, “Ian, I’m sorry…” Due to the severe pain in my abdomen, I broke into a cold sweat and vomited blood. Ian stepped back in disgust, saying, “So filthy. Lock her in the bathroom and clean her up.” I was dragged into the bathroom by a group of people. My head hit the sink hard, causing it to bleed. Despite the headache, I only felt the abdominal pain almost consuming me. It was only at this moment that I clearly felt a small life slipping away… I suddenly burst into tears. The door was locked from the outside. I desperately banged on the soundproof door, struggling frantically, writing “help” with my blood. I vaguely heard Ian asking questions. Tiffany smiled and answered, “Kelly just had some red wine. She’s always been healthy. She’ll be fine.” Outside, the festivities resumed. Tiffany asked in a sweet voice, “Ian, can we have roses at our wedding?” Congratulatory voices drowned out my insignificant cries for help. Ian replied, “You decide.” I felt the pain in my abdomen intensifying, and my consciousness growing weaker. I lay curled up on the floor, clutching my stomach tightly. I thought, “Ian, I finally don’t owe you anything. Let’s not meet in the next life.” By the time blood flowed out under the door, there was no sound coming from inside.

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Once again discovering my wife Emily Wilson’s intimate conversations with her advisor, I went to her school to confront them. Her father said I was worthless, and her brother said I deserved it. I wanted a divorce, but Emily threatened me with our son. For our son’s sake, I chose to endure. I endured for a lifetime. Emily, whom I served my entire life, eventually became a professor and lived happily ever after. Meanwhile, I worked hard all my life only to be despised by my son, dying alone and sick in a rented apartment. I’ve returned to the day I asked for a divorce. ***** After a flash of white light, I opened my eyes again. Emily was ordering me around with contempt, not at all like the educated woman she claimed to be. She said, “You worthless man, what are you trying to do? I’m my advisor’s favorite student. We’re discussing academics, and here you are throwing a tantrum? You’re incompetent and paranoid. Even if I were having an affair, it would be because you drove me to it!” Emily spoke about cheating as if it were perfectly justified, showing no remorse or guilt, making it seem like I was the one who had done something wrong. Emily’s brother, Noah Wilson, said dismissively, “Then divorce Emily. She’s a PhD, about to become a university professor. You’re just a taxi driver. You’re lucky Emily married you. How dare you ruin Emily’s reputation? I’m going to teach you a lesson today.” With that, he tried to kick me. I quickly dodged, but still crashed into a garbage can. Foul-smelling trash covered my entire body. Feeling the slippery floor beneath me, I was filled with grief and anger. I stood up despite the pain and locked eyes with Emily. Her gaze was filled with undisguised disgust. I looked at her and said coldly, “Let’s get a divorce.” Emily calmly replied, “Fine by me. I’ve wanted a divorce for a long time.” I said, “Good. Tomorrow we’ll go to a law firm to draft the divorce agreement.” Emily looked at me confidently and said, “The money and Ethan are mine. You’re uneducated. He can’t live with you.” It was happening again. The first time I discovered her affair, I asked for a divorce. She knew our son Ethan Turner was my weakness. My parents wouldn’t allow me to give up Ethan. Emily’s father, Yohan Wilson, was about to say something, but Noah stopped him. They all knew I would endure anything for Ethan. But after living through one lifetime, I had seen through their true nature, including Ethan’s. In this life, I would never compromise myself for anyone again. Just like before, I left without saying another word. Before closing the door, I heard Emily mockingly say, “See? This coward won’t divorce me!” I smirked coldly, not caring about her words, and immediately started packing when I got home. Not long after we got married, I had been living in the basement. Emily complained that I woke up too early and wouldn’t let me go upstairs. To earn more money and to let her rest well, I didn’t object and moved to the basement. The basement had only one small window, and it was dark even with the lights on. It was very damp. I developed rheumatism at a young age. Meanwhile, Emily enjoyed the master bedroom upstairs and even moved her entire family in. Thinking about all this, I could only pity my former self. I no longer wanted to live in the basement.

I was carrying my small suitcase upstairs when no one was home yet. Emily was probably still at the university, dating her advisor under the pretense of research. Yohan and Noah were likely gambling somewhere. This apartment was bought for me by my parents. They spent their life savings to buy me this apartment, yet I was living in poverty. The apartment wasn’t very spacious, with only two bedrooms. Emily and Ethan occupied the master bedroom, while Yohan and Noah stayed in the second bedroom. I cleared out Yohan and Noah’s belongings from the second bedroom and piled them in the living room. Ethan came home and said with disdain, “Why aren’t you out driving to make money at this hour? What are you doing at home?” I stared at Ethan, who had abandoned me in a rental apartment without support in my previous life, and didn’t answer. Uncomfortable with my staring, Ethan angrily shouted at me, “No wonder your grandfather keeps telling you to get divorced. My mom deserves better.” Then he went into the master bedroom. Through the crack in the door, I could see Emily’s various cosmetics, handbags, and jewelry in the room. All those were bought with my money. I had the receipts to prove it. She earned more than twice my salary from her research project at the university, yet she never spent a penny on our household. I clenched my fists and smirked coldly. Soon after, footsteps sounded at the door. Yohan and Noah must have won some money; I could hear their laughter before they even opened the door. When they entered and saw their belongings piled in the living room and me sitting on the sofa, they immediately became angry. “Mark, what’s wrong with you? Why did you move our stuff out here?” Noah yelled at me. I replied coldly, “I said I’m divorcing Emily. This apartment is mine. You all need to move out.” I ignored him and continued moving things from the second bedroom. Seeing my unusual behavior, Noah stopped yelling at me. Yohan called Emily, saying loudly, “Emily, come home right away!” His voice was intentionally loud for me to hear. Seeing his childish behavior, I laughed sarcastically without arguing back. They watched with anticipation, not stopping me as I continued moving their things. Yohan and Noah were furious but helpless as they watched their clothes being thrown on the floor. Soon the second bedroom was completely cleared out. I had filled half the living room with their belongings. Then I pushed open the door to the master bedroom, ignored the astonished Ethan, and lay directly on the bed. “So comfortable!” I couldn’t help but exclaim. In my previous life, I never got to sleep in such a comfortable bed until I died. Being too exhausted, I quickly fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I slept before I heard Noah’s voice outside the door. He said, “Emily, look at all this stuff. He’s completely lost it! As soon as he got home, he moved all our things out. Does he not want me and Dad living here? Is he trying to kick us out?” It must be Emily who had returned. I ignored them and continued sleeping. “Who said you could sleep here? Get up now!” Emily entered the bedroom. I roared angrily, “Why should I? This is my apartment, and I’ll sleep wherever I want!” She snapped, “This bed is too expensive for a driver like you.” I said, “No matter how expensive this bed is, I paid for it with my own money.” My eyes glanced at the bags and cosmetics in the room. Emily followed my gaze and looked inside. She said nervously, “So you moved my dad’s things out of the bedroom because you want them to leave? Mark, what did my father do to offend you that you want to kick them out?” I said, “I have every right to ask them to leave. If they don’t want to go, they need to pay for their Christmas accommodation and food!” Seeing my firm attitude, Emily angrily slapped me across the face. That’s when I noticed the red mark on her neck. I demanded, “What’s that?” I stared at her neck. Emily looked uncomfortable and brushed it off, “I accidentally burned myself during an experiment. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that at the university today. I’m sorry. You can sleep here tonight. Ethan and I will sleep in the second bedroom. My dad and Noah will stay in the basement.” Before I could ask anything else, Emily turned and left. Her sudden change in attitude surprised me. I knew perfectly well that the red mark was evidence of her affair. The room fell silent again as I calmly thought about my next steps. Emily’s concession was just a temporary measure because I had caught her red-handed, and she wanted to prevent me from asking more questions. Knowing Noah and Yohan’s personalities, they would definitely resist moving to the basement. I was determined to get a divorce and wouldn’t give Emily any of my assets. “What? I’m supposed to sleep in the basement? No way. Emily, are you really letting that coward move back in?” Emily said, “Lower your voice!” While I was still deep in thought, Noah’s angry voice rang out again. I walked toward the door, wanting to hear more of their conversation. But when they heard my footsteps, they lowered their voices. I lit a cigarette. Before I could finish smoking, Ethan opened the door and said, “Dad, I’m hungry. Make me something to eat.” “I’m tired. Let your mom and the others cook. Just don’t bother me,” I replied impatiently. I thought cynically, “Now Ethan remembers me. I work so hard every day, and he still blames me. Yohan and Noah would never take care of him!” Ethan cried, “If you won’t cook for me, I don’t want you as my dad anymore. I want George to be my dad!” I wondered, “Could George be Emily’s advisor? When did they meet? Has Emily been secretly taking Ethan to see her advisor?” Confused, I was about to ask when Emily pulled Ethan away. She said, “Ethan, don’t talk nonsense. Your dad is too tired today, don’t bother him. Your grandfather will cook tonight.” Emily winked at Yohan. Yohan reluctantly shot me an angry look before heading to the kitchen. I coldly closed the door, locked it, and ignored them. But Emily’s unusual behavior still made me suspicious. I had planned to sleep through, but due to habit, I woke up at six in the morning. I was about to go drive when, as I was preparing to open the basement door, I heard Noah and Yohan talking. “Noah, is Emily really getting divorced? Where will we live after that? Who will we get money from?” “Dad, don’t worry. Emily said yesterday they won’t get divorced. Mark loved Ethan so much before, he won’t agree to a divorce. This is temporary. He was acting crazy yesterday, even yelling at Ethan!” “Keep your voice down.” “Emily secretly told me that in a few days, she’ll find a way to change the ownership of this apartment to Ethan’s name. Mark loves Ethan so much, he’ll definitely agree. Then he’ll have to take care of us for the rest of our lives.” So that’s what they were planning. Suppressing my anger, I left quietly. Just as I reached the front door, I ran into Emily who was about to go out. She asked with concern, “Where are you going so early?” I answered, “I went to buy cigarettes. If you have time, let’s go file for divorce. You all can stay here for now. Once you find a place, move out. I won’t charge you rent.” Emily’s face turned pale. “Mark, are you really going to push me this far?”

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My husband Zachary Lewis’s first love, Wendy Stewart, snuck off to a dance hall, but she was drugged and brutally assaulted. After disappearing for a year, she returned with her son Oscar. Immediately after, Zachary dragged me to file for divorce. “They’re vulnerable and could easily be taken advantage of now. I can’t heartlessly watch Wendy suffer, so I’m going to accept her child.” Holding my son, I calmly signed the divorce papers. In my previous life, I refused to divorce him at all costs, and I even publicly exposed Wendy Stewart’s affair with my husband. As a result, Wendy endured contempt and abuse until she abandoned Oscar and left town in anger. Unfortunately, she died on the train she took when she left. When Zachary heard about her death, his face showed no emotion. However, a month later, he stood by coldly as I was drugged and raped. Then, he reported me for destroying a military marriage and falsely claimed my child was illegitimate. Only when he drove my child and me to our deaths did I realize how much he had grown to hate me. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day we signed our divorce agreement. ***** “Wendy isn’t like you. She’s been spoiled since childhood and needs a man to take care of her.” I had just regained my senses when Zachary’s deep voice reached my ears. In front of me lay the divorce agreement and a pen, while my son Robin Lewis slept peacefully in my arms. I instantly realized I had been reborn, returning to the day Zachary forced me to divorce him. Robin’s body was still warm, no longer as cold as when he died in my arms from a heart attack in my previous life. I choked up and signed my name on the divorce agreement without hesitation. “Don’t forget the fifty dollars monthly child support for Robin.” “You…” Perhaps Zachary hadn’t expected me to agree so readily. A flash of surprise crossed his face, but it quickly turned into a relieved smile. After seven years of marriage, this was the first time I’d seen him with such an expression. He carefully tucked away the divorce agreement. “Lydia, I’ll thank you on Wendy’s behalf. “Once I get them settled, we’ll remarry. Remember not to tell anyone the real reason for our divorce.” Robin’s monthly support equaled half of Zachary’s salary, and he agreed so quickly because he made me admit to having a hereditary mental illness. Zachary used this absurd reason for our divorce simply to avoid any negative association with Wendy. I gave a self-mocking smile. “Fine.” The sky was growing dark, and huge hailstones pounded the ground. Zachary and I walked out together, but he rushed ahead and got into the car first. I was shivering from the cold. Just as I was about to open the car door, I heard him say, “Oscar wants to celebrate my divorce by going to the zoo to see tigers. You’re a mother too, so please understand.” With that, Zachary drove off in his Jeep, as if afraid I might chase after him. The hail pelted painfully against my body, and I was nearly suffocating from the cold. With no other option, I wrapped Robin tightly in my coat and carefully made my way back. As soon as I entered the neighborhood, I saw those gossipy neighbors huddled under the carport. When they spotted me, their eyes immediately filled with contempt and disdain. I held my breath and quickened my pace, hurrying with Robin back to our apartment, but just then, they suddenly smashed a rotten egg hard against my head. “She’s the one who cheated! The buttons on her clothes were even undone. She has no shame.” “No wonder her son’s heart grew deformed. Poor Mr. Lewis!” I froze on the spot, thinking, “Wasn’t our divorce because of my mental illness? Why are they saying I cheated?” In an instant, I was burning with rage. Just as I was about to argue back, they threw rotten cabbage leaves at us. Robin was frightened and began wailing, his face turning bright red. I had no choice but to swallow my anger and take him home first. As soon as I entered, I heard the landline ringing non-stop. With one arm holding Robin, I grabbed the receiver with my free hand. On the other end, Dr. Sam Raimi from the city hospital excitedly said, “Ms. Chapman, a specialist who can perform heart surgery on infants has arrived at the General Hospital. I told him about Robin’s condition, and I’ve scheduled an appointment for him. “Can you bring him here in seven days?” This good news immediately moved me to tears. In my previous life, after the divorce, I struggled to get by with Robin as my reputation was destroyed. Drunk men would knock on my windows every night, frightening Robin so badly that he didn’t even last three days before his condition worsened and he passed away. In this life, I would do whatever it took to keep my son alive. I wiped away my tears and responded, “Yes, I’ll definitely be there!” After hanging up, I immediately began packing, not daring to waste a single moment. Just as I stuffed the last piece of clothing into my suitcase, I heard the door open behind me. Zachary’s cold voice rang out. “Where do you think you’re going?”

I froze for a moment, and when I turned to look at him, I realized he had brought Wendy and Oscar back with him. The two stood side by side, with Wendy holding the sleeping Oscar in her arms. At first glance, they truly looked like a happy family. I suddenly felt heartbroken but forced myself to stand tall. “We’re already divorced. Is it really necessary for us to live together?” This time it was Zachary’s turn to be stunned. Wendy, standing beside him, reacted quickly and immediately put on a pitiful expression. “I knew Lydia wouldn’t want me here. Should I leave now?” She pretended to leave, but Zachary grabbed her arm. He shoved something into my arms, his face dark. “You know I’m not comfortable with you and Robin living elsewhere. Stop being difficult. The five of us can live together. This is a new hot water bottle I bought for Robin. Take it.” Zachary had always been careless and rarely bought things for the house, let alone specifically for us. Yet now, I watched as he attentively invited Wendy to sit down, with the floor piled high with bags of baby products, all expensive, high-end items. Wendy was still muttering softly, “Zachary, I heard imported formula is more nutritious. Oscar will grow stronger…” Zachary agreed without hesitation, “Of course. Whatever you want, I’ll buy it for you.” I looked down at the hot water bottle in my hands, the gift sticker still attached to the upper left corner. In the past dozen Christmases, Zachary had never cared about Robin, but now he was meticulously caring for someone else’s child. This so-called new hot water bottle in my hand was just something he picked up casually, only to appease us. Zachary continued, “Wendy and Oscar are sensitive to cold. You should let them have the master bedroom with the heater. You can make do in the second bedroom for tonight.” He tugged at my wrist. “If you behave well, I’ll consider remarrying you sooner.” Hearing this, I still felt nothing but disappointment. I reluctantly agreed, fighting back tears as I carried Robin to the second bedroom. Laughter and cheerful voices occasionally drifted from the master bedroom, sounding like a happy family. In contrast, the second bedroom had no heating and was bitterly cold. I had to change the hot water in the bottle every few hours. Afraid Robin would get too cold, I stayed up until dawn when the temperature finally rose, only then daring to close my eyes for a brief rest. However, I had barely fallen asleep when I heard the door being pushed open. When I groggily opened my eyes, I saw Wendy walking in with a plate. Why was she coming in so early? I struggled to get up, but I had caught a chill last night and my head was pounding. “You…” Before I could finish, I suddenly smelled the aroma of eggs. I immediately became alert and saw Wendy holding Robin, with a spoon ready to feed him an omelet. “What are you doing?” I shoved her away. Wendy fell to the floor, the plate shattering. I quickly grabbed Robin, seeing his face already swollen and red, his breathing becoming increasingly labored. Half an omelet lay scattered on the floor. She didn’t know Robin was allergic to eggs. As I frantically searched for the medicine box, I noticed that Robin’s regular medication and emergency shots had all been replaced with Oscar’s fish oil supplements. Trembling with anger, I ignored Wendy who was sitting on the floor pretending to be pitiful, and rushed out with Robin in my arms. I had barely taken a step when I collided with Zachary’s solid chest. “What are you making a fuss about so early in the morning?” Zachary asked impatiently. Before I could explain, Wendy had already burst into tears. “Zachary, today is Oscar’s first birthday. I thought Robin could share in the joy, so I fed him a bite of omelet. I didn’t expect Lydia to think I was dirty—she smashed the plate and told me to get out.” I was so angry I could barely stand. Just as I was about to defend myself, Zachary suddenly slapped me hard across the face. I instantly felt my right cheek burning with pain, my ears ringing. Zachary gritted his teeth and shouted, “Lydia, why have you become so vicious?”

I was knocked to the ground by Zachary while holding Robin. My palm pressed against broken ceramic pieces, sending a piercing pain through me. Zachary quickly helped Wendy up, saying worriedly, “Your wrist is swollen. Let me take you to the hospital!” With that, he scooped Wendy up in his arms and turned to leave. Robin’s face was flushed red in my arms. I grabbed Zachary’s pant leg, pleading, “Please take Robin and me to the hospital first! He needs medicine. If we wait any longer, he could die!” The blood from my palm stained Zachary’s pants, but he didn’t even glance at me. He just impatiently kicked my hand away and said coldly, “Just give Robin some antihistamine. I’m taking family photos with Wendy and Oscar this afternoon. You should reflect on your actions!” Then he walked away quickly with Wendy without looking back. Robin’s breathing became increasingly labored. I couldn’t worry about anything else. I struggled to my feet, picked him up, and ran to the clinic. At the clinic, the doctor angrily scolded me as soon as he saw Robin, “As his mother, you’re being incredibly irresponsible. If you had come any later, your child would have died!” I kept nodding and apologizing, my face still stinging. Seeing my disheveled state, the doctor sighed and said nothing more. I wiped away my tears and stayed by Robin’s side, watching as he received his IV. At this point, I couldn’t count on Zachary anymore. The bus ticket to Boston plus accommodation would cost about four hundred dollars. Fortunately, I had been supplementing our income by making handicrafts. With my Christmas savings, I barely had enough. Looking at Robin, his arms full of needle marks after just half a day, I finally resolved that in this life, I would save my son no matter what. That afternoon, after Robin finished his IV, I carried him to the market. Just as I placed my hand-knitted gloves on the counter, Wendy’s reflection suddenly appeared in the glass case. The minor scratch on her hand had been carefully disinfected with iodine, and she stood in front of the photo studio wearing an expensive wool coat. Strangely, neither Zachary nor Oscar was with her. As soon as she saw the gloves on the counter, her eyes turned vicious. She rushed forward, grabbed my gloves, and accused me harshly, “This yarn is special supply. Lydia, how dare you steal from the factory to sell? You’ve embezzled so much money!” I was stunned. “What are you talking about?” Wendy smirked and triumphantly pulled out a plastic bag from her purse. “This is the evidence!” I immediately recognized it as the bag I used for Robin’s medical expenses. “Why did you take my money? Wendy, give it back!” I cried, lunging forward to grab what she was holding. I tugged hard at Wendy’s hair, desperately trying to get the money back, but she insisted it was money I had embezzled. A crowd began to gather. Just then, Zachary appeared carrying Oscar. “Lydia, what are you trying to do?” he roared. The next second, someone roughly pulled Wendy and me apart. I lost my balance and the back of my head slammed hard against the counter. With a sharp crack, the glass case shattered, and countless shards cut across my face. My heart felt like it had been slashed open too, the pain unbearably real. As I fell, I was just grateful that I had placed Robin in the old bassinet nearby. Zachary helped Wendy up, glaring at me coldly and scolding in a low voice, “Have you really gone crazy now?” I gave a bitter smile, but tears rolled down uncontrollably. No matter what I said, Zachary wouldn’t believe a word now. If that was the case, why bother arguing with him? Even without money, I could at least sell my jewelry. I couldn’t let Robin suffer any more. I wiped away my tears forcefully and looked directly at Zachary. “Go check the accounts and see how much money I’ve cost you in all these years of marriage.” Over the years, worried about his financial burden, I always gave the best to him and Robin. As for myself, I wouldn’t even spend five dollars on myself in a year. Zachary clearly hesitated after hearing my words, looking a bit embarrassed. He took two steps forward but ultimately didn’t follow me. For the next two days, I focused entirely on making handicrafts to earn money, with no time to care whether Zachary came home or not. Until that night, when I suddenly felt something under my pillow before going to sleep. In the moonlight, I saw two envelopes Zachary had placed there. One contained $400 in crumpled bills, and the other had $400 in crisp new notes. I didn’t return them to Zachary. Every cent now was hope for Robin’s survival. But just as I was about to sleep, the door to the second bedroom was suddenly kicked open. When I looked up, Zachary stood in the doorway, his eyes burning with anger. “Lydia, didn’t you agree to divorce me? Are you trying to drive Wendy to her death?” I didn’t immediately understand what Zachary was saying until Wendy stumbled over, half her body soaked in red paint, looking completely disheveled. She said tearfully, “Zachary, I believe Lydia didn’t intentionally slander me as your mistress. Don’t blame her…” Zachary instantly became even more furious. He grabbed my wrist and forcefully dragged me in front of Wendy, saying through gritted teeth, “Apologize to Wendy right now! Then go clarify that you’re the one who cheated, not her!” My wrist ached from his grip, but I found the whole situation utterly absurd. Zachary had always been calm and shrewd, but whenever it came to Wendy, he seemed bewitched. I immediately pulled my hand away and coldly asked, “Why?” Was Wendy’s reputation important while mine was worthless? My defiance completely enraged Zachary. It was the first time he’d ever been this angry with me. I thought he would at most force me to admit my mistake, but I never expected him to grab my wrist and roughly drag me into the isolation room. “Since you refuse to repent, you’ll stay locked up until you come to your senses!” With that, he left without looking back. In the isolation room, I held Robin, curled up in the corner, looking up at the clock on the wall. Not long after, the iron door suddenly opened. Wendy walked in carrying a thermos. “Zachary is soft-hearted. He asked me to bring you some soup. Once you feel warm, you can write your apology.” White foam floated on the soup, instantly reminding me of being drugged in my previous life, so I became immediately suspicious. Seeing that I wouldn’t drink, Wendy tried to force it into my mouth. I struggled desperately, but she deliberately tilted the thermos, nearly spilling the scalding soup onto Robin’s swaddling clothes. I panicked, and she took advantage, forcing my mouth open and making me swallow several gulps. Then, she pulled out a bottle of pills from behind her back, crushed two, and stuffed them directly into Robin’s mouth. I glared at her furiously and demanded, “Wendy, what did you give us?” Robin’s previously cooing voice suddenly became hoarse and weak, gradually fading. Wendy sneered, “Of course it’s medicine from Zachary, to teach you a lesson. As for your son, if he doesn’t wake up within two hours, he’ll be dead for good.” In this life, I had already agreed to divorce Zachary. Since Wendy wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be this cruel. I desperately tried to make myself vomit, trying to get the drug out. “Wendy, whatever you want to do, come at me.” But the drug worked extremely fast, and my limbs gradually became limp. Just then, Wendy pushed several drunken vagrants through the door. “Lydia, tomorrow everyone in town will know you cheated, and Zachary will finally be able to marry me legitimately.” She yanked open the toggle buttons on my cotton jacket, exposing my undergarments. “Even after divorce, Zachary can’t forget you. You and this bastard child should both die!” The drunks lunged at me with lustful eyes, making the iron bed clang loudly. I bit my tongue, using the taste of blood to stay conscious. But when I turned my head, I saw Wendy trying to push Robin’s hand into the gap of the iron bed. Robin was crying so hard he could barely breathe, and I instantly lost all reason. I used all my strength to push away the drunk men and lunged at Wendy, tightly gripping her throat. “Give me the antidote.” As we struggled, the door to the isolation room was suddenly kicked open. Zachary rushed in and immediately kicked me away. Wendy threw herself into his arms, tearfully saying, “Zachary, Lydia was sleeping with other men in the isolation room, and she tried to strangle me to silence me!” Zachary’s eyes were cold as ice as he glared at me with disgust. “Lydia, you make me sick!” I looked at him in disbelief, feeling utterly desperate. He clearly knew Wendy’s tricks were full of holes and understood everything that had happened, but just like in my previous life, he remained a cold observer. Looking at Robin foaming at the mouth, my remaining sanity completely collapsed. I sat on the floor, tears streaming down my face, begging, “Zachary! Save our child, please.” Zachary expressionlessly pulled out a confession letter and crouched down to hand it to me. “Put your fingerprint on this and apologize publicly. The microphone in the broadcast room is already on.” A moment later, the distorted broadcast echoed throughout the small town. “I am Lydia Chapman. I admit that out of jealousy, I fabricated rumors and falsely accused Wendy of being a mistress…” After reading the confession, Zachary nodded slightly and reached out to Wendy. “Are you done? The antidote.” I trembled as I took the antidote and quickly gave it to Robin. Just as I was about to leave with him, I heard Zachary say, “Our home will be used as a changing room. You should take Robin to the clinic for a couple of days. Your luggage has already been packed. “I’ll arrange the best doctor for Robin.” I didn’t answer. I brushed past his shoulder, picked up Robin, grabbed our luggage, and left. The last tear slid down my cheek. I thought, “Zachary, I never want to see you again.” With the long blast of the train whistle, I boarded the train to Boston, holding Robin in my arms.

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On the day I married Howard Fitzgerald, his first love Stephanie Duncan was forced into an arranged marriage with Noah Webster, New York’s most notorious playboy. Howard didn’t want her to lose her chance at happiness, so he fled our wedding ceremony to find Stephanie. Even Xavier Fitzgerald, Howard’s late brother’s orphaned son whom I had raised for seven years, left with him. “Dad told me he only wants Stephanie to be my mom!” In front of everyone, Howard passionately kissed Stephanie and placed the wedding ring that should have been mine on her finger. All of New York was laughing at me. Surprisingly, the next day, Noah stopped my car. Leaning against the hood, he smirked and said, “Ellie, your fiancé ran away from your wedding, and my fiancée was stolen from me. How about we get married?” I smiled back, “No problem. I’ll marry you.” As soon as I said this, the sarcastic smile on Noah’s face instantly vanished. “What did you say?” Looking directly into his eyes, I enunciated each word: “I said, let’s go get our marriage license right now, shall we?” Three hours later, Noah and I stood outside City Hall, each holding our marriage certificate. After a few seconds of silence, Noah suddenly said, “I’ll go prepare for the wedding ceremony. We’ll officially get married the day after tomorrow. Remember, don’t back out.” As if afraid I might change my mind, Noah hurriedly exchanged contact information with me before driving away. I couldn’t help but smile. The way he nervously fumbled for his passport earlier made him seem completely different from the rich playboy everyone described. Despite his reputation as a womanizer, I thought Noah was at least better than Howard. Then, just as I reached my front door, I saw Howard standing there with Xavier. My expression immediately darkened. “Mr. Fitzgerald, your wedding just ended. Why aren’t you with your wife instead of looking for me?” Howard looked guilty and tried to appease me: “Ellie, Stephanie is like a sister to me. Noah is a playboy. How could I stand by and watch her fall into trouble?” So he abandoned our wedding, making my family the laughingstock of New York. Howard even publicly kissed Stephanie, trampling my dignity into worthlessness. “Howard, we’re done.” Howard was stunned. He frowned and said, “Ellie, why can’t you understand? Stephanie and I only had a fake marriage. We don’t even have a marriage certificate. After all, I only want to marry you. Stephanie is kind-hearted and promised to divorce me once the storm blows over so we can be together. Stop being unreasonable.” I laughed coldly to myself, wondering how Howard could shamelessly say such things. Even if I swallowed my pride, my parents would never allow our family to endure such humiliation. “Once you’re divorced, you’ll be a previously married man. What makes you think I would marry you then?” Hearing my words, Howard became furious. “Ellie, when will you stop? Everyone in New York knows we’ve been together for seven years, and you’re no longer an innocent girl. Besides me, who else would marry you?” Seven-year-old Xavier pouted and pushed me away forcefully. “You’re so petty! You’re not even as generous as Stephanie. She knows they’re fake-married, but she’s not angry at all. Indeed, only Stephanie deserves to be my mom!” I felt heartbroken looking at this boy I had raised as my own. Years ago, Howard’s brother and his wife died in a car accident, leaving behind Xavier who was only a few months old. Howard adopted Xavier afterward. However, when Stephanie found out, she abandoned them without hesitation and left the country. As Howard’s fiancée, I diligently cared for Xavier and treated him as my son, only to be humiliated like this in the end. “Let her be your mom then. After all, I’m already married, and I’ll have my own children in the future.” Howard assumed I was bluffing and sneered, “Stop trying to scare me with this marriage nonsense. Ellie, take a few days to calm down!” With that, Howard left with Xavier. I clenched my fists, feeling utterly frustrated. Indeed, everyone in New York knew I loved Howard deeply, and he didn’t believe I would marry anyone else. But ever since Stephanie returned, the once gentle and caring Howard was gone. I thought seven years of love would be enough to withstand anything, but everything that happened showed me I had only been fooling myself.

Noah was a man of swift action. The next morning, he sent people to deliver a wedding dress and wedding gifts to my home. My living room was nearly filled with these items. “Ms. Johnson, this is the wedding dress Mr. Webster personally designed for you, and he specifically commissioned top designers both domestically and internationally to create it. Mr. Webster is preparing for the wedding and wants you to try it on to ensure it fits properly.” For a moment, I stood frozen in place. I hadn’t expected Noah to arrange everything so meticulously. My parents stood nearby with stern expressions, clearly dissatisfied with my marriage plans. However, at this point, they could only accept it. Since we didn’t love each other, I should at least secure the greatest benefit for my family. Although Noah had a questionable reputation, the Webster family was undeniably among the elite upper-class families in New York society. If the Duncan family hadn’t already arranged a marriage alliance with the Webster family, Stephanie would likely have had no chance of entering Noah’s family. I was carefully hanging up the wedding dress, about to call Noah to thank him, when Howard unexpectedly walked in with Xavier and Stephanie. Seeing the room full of gifts, Howard immediately sneered, “Weren’t you being stubborn yesterday? Today you’ve already prepared a wedding dress and jewelry. Since you’re so eager to get married, why don’t we hold the wedding tomorrow?” Then, a flash of jealousy crossed Stephanie’s eyes. Feigning innocence, she removed a diamond ring from her finger and said, “Ms. Johnson, if that’s the case, I’ll return this ring to you. Howard only spoke that way yesterday because he had no choice. Don’t blame him.” Before I could respond, Howard immediately stopped her. “Stephanie, that’s something I gave you. You don’t need to return it to her.” Then he took out a silver ring and tossed it at me. “Don’t say I didn’t prepare anything for you!” Looking at the cheap ring on the floor, I laughed mockingly. The ring on Stephanie’s finger was made with a massive pink diamond worth ten billion dollars, specially commissioned by Howard from professional designers. He had said that ring belonged to his future wife. I thought he had bought it for me, but it ended up on Stephanie’s finger. Ignoring Howard’s words, I simply said, “I don’t need it. You should give it to your kind sister.” Seeing my coldness, Howard’s face immediately darkened. He grabbed the silver ring and threw it into the trash can. “If you don’t want it, just throw it away!” Seeing Howard’s anger, Xavier frowned and glared at me viciously. Then, he directly picked up a pair of scissors and cut up the wedding dress I had hung. Diamonds and pearls from the gown scattered across the floor. Xavier snorted, “You made my dad angry! If I destroy your wedding dress, you can’t marry my dad.” Then he dropped the scissors and ran to Stephanie’s side, tugging at her clothes. “Stephanie, you’re the best to me. Will you be my mom?” Looking at the ruined wedding dress, my heart filled with sorrow and disappointment. I never expected that the child I watched grow up would now publicly humiliate me to please Stephanie. Stephanie said in a coquettish tone, “Ms. Johnson, Xavier is too young to understand. Please don’t hold it against him.” She pretended to carefully open the bag she was carrying and took out a wedding dress. “Ms. Johnson, you’re getting married tomorrow. If you don’t mind, how about wearing this?” I recognized it immediately as the old wedding dress she had worn at her previous wedding. Seeing her challenging look, I suddenly realized they had come specifically to humiliate me today. Howard said with admiration in his eyes, “Ellie, Stephanie is being so thoughtful for you, so don’t be ungrateful. After all, your wedding dress is already ruined, so just wear this one tomorrow.” I took a deep breath and continued, “That won’t be necessary. Our engagement has been canceled, and I’ve already married someone else. Please leave.” Howard’s face instantly darkened. Just as he was about to explode, Stephanie suddenly choked up, “It’s all my fault. If it weren’t for me, you two wouldn’t be fighting. I’ll leave tomorrow.” Howard anxiously wiped away her tears. “I’m not asking you to leave. Who dares to make you go?” He looked at me angrily and continued, “Ellie! Stephanie is trying to help you, but why are you so ungrateful?” “We’ve spent so many Christmases together. Don’t people know what kind of person you are? Besides me, who would marry you?” After saying these vicious words, Howard left with Stephanie. Xavier, standing nearby, didn’t forget to stick out his tongue and make faces at me before leaving. This scene reminded me of when Stephanie first returned to the country.

The day Stephanie returned to the country happened to be the seventh Christmas anniversary of my relationship with Howard. I waited at our agreed restaurant from early morning until late night, but Howard never showed up. It wasn’t until the restaurant closed that I browsed through his latest update on social media: [I’ve finally waited for you.] The accompanying photo showed them together, with Howard gazing tenderly at Stephanie as if she were the most precious treasure in the world. A wave of sadness washed over me, as I had heard that Stephanie was Howard’s first love. Later, Howard explained that he only saw Stephanie as a sister. He hadn’t seen her for so long, which was why he missed our anniversary. “Ellie, I swear you’re the only one in my heart.” I believed him. But it wasn’t until that wedding that I fully understood Stephanie had always been the most special person in Howard’s heart. The day before my wedding with Noah was my birthday. During Christmas time, Howard would always be by my side. But this Christmas, that was impossible. While I was wondering how to spend the day, I suddenly noticed Noah had sent me an address. I went out curiously and found the square packed with people. Countless brilliant fireworks burst in the night sky, illuminating the entire horizon. I heard exclamations from passersby. “My God! I heard this is a fireworks show that Mr. Fitzgerald specially prepared, spending millions to cheer up his wife!” “He loves his wife so much! If I were Mrs. Fitzgerald, I’d be thrilled!” “Plus, he recently disregarded Mr. Webster and Ms. Johnson’s reputation just to marry her. It’s like something straight out of a novel!” Listening to these comments, I found them ironic. Howard’s so-called deep love was always built on trampling others’ dignity. I turned to leave, but from behind came Stephanie’s feigned surprised laughter. “Ms. Johnson, you’re here too?” When I turned around, Stephanie was walking toward me, affectionately holding Howard’s arm. Howard kept a straight face and let out a cold snort. Then he glanced away, clearly still angry about what had happened before. Stephanie swung the designer bag Howard had given her and took a gift bag from her bodyguard, handing it to me with a show of superiority. “Ms. Johnson, Howard was busy preparing fireworks for me today and accidentally forgot your birthday. Consider this as compensation?” I glanced at the perfume in the gift bag, which was clearly a free gift that came with the purse she had just bought. I stepped back, coldly distancing myself from her. “No, thank you.” I wouldn’t stoop so low as to accept her charity. Howard frowned, his tone suddenly turning cold. “Stephanie, you don’t need to please her. Since Ms. Johnson doesn’t like it, just throw it away.” After saying this, he even ignored me, putting his arm around Stephanie and heading straight to the car. Just as the car started, the buzzing sound of drones in the sky caught my attention. People around me looked up and gasped. I raised my head to see countless illuminated drones slowly arranging themselves, eventually forming several dazzling words: [Happy Birthday, Ellie Johnson.] At the same time, LED screens on surrounding buildings suddenly lit up, scrolling a striking message: [Happy birthday, Ellie. Lifetime happiness.] I stood frozen, still in shock, when my phone suddenly vibrated. I checked it to find a message from Noah: [Happy birthday, Mrs. Webster.] I froze. A moment later, Noah sent another message: [I’m busy preparing for our wedding today, so I can’t celebrate your birthday with you. Hope you like the surprise I prepared for you.] Noah: [Don’t worry. I’ll definitely throw you another birthday party later.] A wave of emotion washed over me. Thinking back to all the Christmases I spent with Howard, he had never put so much thought into preparing a birthday surprise for me. He would always make excuses like, “We’ve been together for so long. Isn’t having me by your side enough?” I replied sincerely: [Thank you! I really love it.] After watching the performance, I went straight home. As soon as I stepped through the door, the housekeeper came up to tell me that Noah had sent over a newly customized wedding dress. This dress was more exquisite than the previous one, both in cut and material. “They specifically instructed you to relax and wait for the wedding. They’ll take care of everything tomorrow.” The next day, I was woken up by my parents before dawn, and the makeup artist had already arrived. After my makeup was done and I changed into the wedding dress, a surreal feeling came over me. Just a few days ago, I was eagerly anticipating marrying Howard, but now I was about to become the bride of Noah, New York’s notorious playboy. Beads of sweat formed unconsciously on my palms. But regardless, since I had made my choice, I would take full responsibility for my decision. At eight o’clock sharp, the sound of a car engine came from outside. Surprisingly, the man who stepped out of the car wasn’t Noah, but Howard. I was shocked to see Howard in his suit, Xavier in his little tuxedo, and their family behind them. I had already cut ties with him and returned all the wedding gifts they had given me. But what did he want now? Howard walked up to me, his eyes full of smugness. “Ellie, even though you said you didn’t want to marry me, you still prepared everything. “But since the news of my divorce from Stephanie hasn’t been announced yet, I can only take you home discreetly today and get our marriage certificate. You should behave yourself during this time, and we’ll have a proper wedding next month. “Hurry up and remove all these expensive things from your house!” Xavier also looked up and chimed in, “Dad’s right. If you want to marry into our family, you have to follow the rules!” I frowned, instantly furious. Who did he think he was? Did he want to have several wives? “Howard, are you pretending not to understand or are you just being stupid? I told you we were over! “The person marrying me today isn’t you. Get out! Don’t block my way to my wedding.” Howard still couldn’t believe it, a flash of anger crossing his eyes. “How long are you going to keep up this act? “Stephanie specifically asked me to marry you last night, and she’s even risking her reputation. Why can’t you be more sensible?” I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. I had never agreed to marry him again, but why was he so confident? Did he really think I had no choice but to marry him? Just as I was about to call someone to drive them away, I saw dozens of luxury cars arriving one by one, eventually stopping in front of my house. Looking into the distance, I couldn’t see the end of the line. Xavier asked in surprise, “Dad, didn’t you say she wasn’t worthy of these luxury cars?” Howard frowned, looking confused, and said, “I didn’t order this many cars.” Just as he finished speaking, Noah stepped out of the first car. He strode forward in a well-tailored black suit, looking incredibly handsome. Glancing at Howard’s shabby cars, Noah mockingly taunted, “Well, Mr. Fitzgerald is here again?” “Are you here to steal my wife again? You look so pathetic. Has the Fitzgerald family gone bankrupt?”

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