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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 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.

The engine’s roar suddenly stopped, and the sharp sound of brakes cut through the morning silence. The world seemed to freeze around me, with only the screeching of brakes echoing in my ears. The driver muttered a curse, but I didn’t hear it. In my world, there was only the small figure standing in front of the car, wearing a blue coat. That blue coat I had sewn for him with my own hands. He was blocking my way. My heart ached, making it almost impossible to breathe. I pushed open the car door, and the cold wind carrying fine rain made me shiver involuntarily. The icy raindrops hit my face and pounded heavily against my heart. “Tom, what are you doing?” My voice trembled, carrying a hint of fatigue that others could barely detect. This exhaustion came not only from physical tiredness but more from the torment of my soul. Tom looked up, staring at me defiantly. His eyes were full of hurt and accusation against me. “What gives you the right to leave?” His childish voice was sharp and piercing, stabbing into my heart like a small knife. “Because you and your father never loved me,” I forced a smile. Saying those words made my heart ache. “You’re lying!” Tom cried out, weakly pounding his fists against my legs. My heart was touched. Tom said, “You don’t love me or Dad!” I looked at him, feeling heartbroken. Once, I had genuinely loved them both. I thought that by taking Amanda’s place, I could earn their love. I believed that if I gave my heart, I would receive what I deserved in return. But I was terribly wrong. In their eyes, I was nothing more than a nanny, a disposable substitute. I bent down and forcefully pried Tom’s hands from my legs. His little hands were cold and weak. I picked Tom up and placed him in David’s arms inside the car. In that moment, my heart died completely. “Watch your son,” I said coldly. Then I turned and sat in the driver’s seat. The driver started the car, and we sped away. The scenery outside the window rapidly receded. My heart grew calmer. The cold rain beat against the windows, blurring my vision and my memories. I seemed to return to that sunny afternoon three Christmases ago. Amanda lay in her hospital bed, pale-faced but gripping my hand tightly. “Lily, please take care of Tom,” her voice was weak but pleading. Looking at the helpless infant in her arms, I nodded solemnly. At that moment, I truly intended to take good care of Tom and give him a complete home. I thought David and I would care for Tom together and provide him with a warm family. But I overestimated my place in their hearts and underestimated the complexity of human emotions. David never loved me; he had always loved Amanda. He resented me for taking his wife’s place. And Tom, influenced by those around him, began to resent me too, blaming me for stealing his mother’s love. I’m tired, truly tired. I don’t want to continue this life without love or hope. I took out the crumpled ticket and clutched it tightly in my hand. It was my only hope of escaping this city. New York, here I come.

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My mother saved Vivian Palmer’s life, and in return, the Palmer family promised to unite our families through marriage. My sister was eager to marry into the Palmer family, only to discover her husband was merely an unwanted illegitimate son. Shortly after the wedding, she ended up homeless. After I graduated from a top university, the true heir of the Palmer family proposed to me. During a press conference, my sister rushed forward and pushed me down the stairs, but she lost her footing and fell as well. After being reborn, she pretended to be generous by giving me the opportunity to marry into the Palmer family, yet whispered spitefully in my ear, “Jeanette, enjoy this life of luxury for me.” When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the Palmer family came to discuss marriage arrangements with us. Vivian Palmer was helped out of her luxury car, surrounded by suited bodyguards that my father envied greatly. Behind her stood Herbert Palmer, the youngest son of the Palmer family. With his refined demeanor and handsome features, he wore the latest Patek Philippe watch, his bespoke suit enhancing his extraordinary presence. The Palmer family was Chicago’s wealthiest, leading the national household products industry with assets exceeding ten billion dollars. This elite family, previously only seen in magazines and on television, now stood at our doorstep, wanting to join our families through marriage. My mother was overjoyed and quickly pushed my prettier sister forward. But surprisingly, my sister didn’t step forward. With a stern face, under everyone’s gaze, she declared righteously, “Mom, I don’t want to take shortcuts. I want to achieve success through my own efforts! Marriage and happiness aren’t for trading. Since I seem to be the only one who feels this way, let Jeanette go instead.” Everyone was shocked, especially my parents. Bethany Yates had always been competitive, constantly trying to outdo me in everything, yet today she suddenly seemed like a different person, yielding to me. But I already knew her true intentions. Expressionless, I packed my belongings, grabbed just one travel bag, and got into the car arranged by the Palmer family. My parents’ confusion was justified. In my previous life, Bethany had dressed impeccably to marry into the Palmer family and, with my parents’ support, had made quite an impression on the Palmers. Not only that, to prevent any mishaps, she had spread rumors about me, smearing my reputation by claiming I led a promiscuous lifestyle. I became a laughingstock, while she appeared elegant and noble by comparison. She had thought that after marrying into wealth, a privileged life and high social status awaited her—a fairy-tale romance with the handsome, rich Herbert that would blossom after marriage. But what awaited her instead were countless dirty, sordid affairs within the wealthy family. Vivian had only allowed a girl of ordinary background like her to marry Herbert because he was an illegitimate son without any power or status. Bethany not only failed to access the Palmer fortune but also faced daily humiliation from others. “A filthy, lowly rat like you doesn’t deserve to be part of the Palmer family.” “A cheap whore and a bastard no one wants to acknowledge—what a perfect match!” Unable to bear the torment, she blamed everything on Herbert, physically and verbally abusing him, and even trying to seduce other Palmer heirs. But a girl like her, with nothing but good looks and no other qualities, ultimately became just a plaything for rich young men, discarded once they grew bored. When Herbert’s older brother Cedric Palmer took control, both of them were thrown out. Bethany went to Cedric begging for mercy, foolishly thinking she could trade her body for wealth, only to face deeper humiliation. “Being with a dirty, cheap gold-digger makes me sick. Don’t think I don’t know what you’re after. I’m not as stupid as Herbert—not every woman deserves to be with me.” Meanwhile, I endured that dark period, studying diligently at the University of Chicago, eventually graduating with honors as the only student that year with a perfect GPA, receiving countless job offers. Later, at a presentation, I caught Cedric’s attention. He pursued me intensely and gave me a nationwide, spectacular wedding. Bethany, left with nothing, finally snapped. At my wedding, she pushed me down the stairs, but fell herself in the process. Living this life again, she made her choice early, decisively rejecting Herbert to follow the path I had taken in my previous life. She knew that although she would have to endure years of tedious studying, once she connected with Cedric, she could change her destiny. Watching me leave, Bethany’s face revealed a mocking, triumphant smile. “This time, you can enjoy this life of luxury for me, my dear sister. And I will take back everything that should have been mine!”

I had long prepared myself to be ostracized and tormented by the rest of the Palmer family. So when they poured scalding hot soup on me and ordered me to stand in the yard as punishment, I didn’t say a word and silently complied. It had snowed all night, and as I stood on the freezing stone pavement, the sensation in my feet changed from stinging pain to numbness, until I completely lost all feeling. “I’ve seen plenty of women like you who scheme to marry above their station,” Jessica Palmer, the second daughter of the Palmer family, said with her arms crossed, looking at me coldly, her tone full of mockery. “You’re just a child from an ordinary family, and no matter who you marry, that fact will never change.” I was starving, my stomach practically touching my spine, and even the household servants stood nearby laughing at me. Jessica took a plate of leftover food and casually tossed it at my feet, as if feeding a dog. “Hey, eat up. It’s my treat to you.” Immediately, a burst of laughter erupted around me, and countless malicious gazes fell upon me. I looked down at the cold food on the ground without saying a word. Suddenly someone shouted, “Cedric is back!” Those people scattered immediately. A pair of polished black handcrafted leather shoes appeared before my eyes. I looked up to see Cedric’s handsome face. In my previous life, those eyes that once looked at me with tenderness were now as cold as the ice beneath my legs, regarding me without emotion. He only glanced at me once before looking away as if I were trash. Those immaculate leather shoes stepped right over the food in front of me without hesitation. Life in the Palmer family meant I was treated worse than a servant. No wonder Bethany refused to marry Herbert in this life. But regardless, I was still Herbert’s wife in name. In front of outsiders, they had to pretend to get along with me. I walked into the hall with the Palmer family, watching as they were guided to the VIP seats by the event organizers, while I could only sit in the farthest corner. This college innovation and entrepreneurship competition was jointly sponsored by several large enterprises, with Palmer Group holding the highest position. Sitting at the end, I listened to the speeches with boredom. For a chemistry genius like me, these students’ ideas were far too naive, and I started to feel drowsy after listening for a short while. Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out. “As people increasingly pursue natural and healthy lifestyles, I believe all-natural ingredients will become the mainstream trend in the future cosmetics industry.” Bethany stood on stage, speaking confidently. Her glossy, smooth hair was tied in a high ponytail, with a few strands deliberately left loose around her face to frame it perfectly. Her poised, confident presentation and excellent content won a round of applause from the audience. I looked toward Cedric, who sat in the front row, staring intently at the girl on stage, his eyes full of admiration. “Bethany, may I ask if the honeysuckle extract you mentioned was developed by you alone?” Bethany turned, slightly bowing her head with a hint of shyness as she nodded. Her white dress swayed gently with her movement, making her look pure and gentle, like a white jasmine flower. “Yes, it took me a year of research to develop it.” If the setting had allowed it, I would have laughed out loud. In my previous life, the technology that made me famous took countless professors and graduate students at the University of Chicago nearly ten years to research. Even though I ultimately completed it, I never dared to take all the credit or claim others’ hard work as my own. For Bethany to claim she did this alone in just one year, she would have to be a genius among geniuses. But I knew too well that she wasn’t. The audience, however, was none the wiser. Unsurprisingly, Bethany won first place in the competition and successfully secured an internship at Palmer Group. Cedric looked down at her, his eyes full of appreciation. The two chatted intimately, and when amused, Bethany covered her mouth as she laughed softly, looking as pure as a girl in an oil painting. Everyone present was shrewd enough to understand but chose not to point out the obvious. They collectively ignored the adult male desire evident in Cedric’s eyes. Bethany walked up to me, deliberately adjusting the suit jacket draped over her shoulders—Cedric’s jacket. “Jeanette, how are you adjusting to life in high society?” She certainly knew I was being ostracized, as she had experienced it all in her previous life. In my previous life, she had approached me the same way after I had just finished a press conference and been hired by Palmer Group with a high salary, saying, “No matter how proud you are, you’re just an employee. No matter how hard you try, you’ll never match my status!” But in this life, she changed her approach, proudly saying, “I don’t want to depend on anyone. I want to achieve my dreams through my own abilities.” With that, she turned and walked away. I raised an eyebrow. Cedric was standing nearby and heard what she said. A meaningful smile appeared on his face.

Bethany and Cedric left one after another. But I couldn’t care less where they went. I took my business cards and, following my memories from my previous life, went looking for people who could help advance my career. Everyone at the event was an industry leader who knew exactly who I was, and naturally, none of them thought much of me. I felt neither shame nor anger, and I ignored the hateful glares from the Palmer family members who looked like they wanted to tear me apart. After all, I was now part of the Palmer family too. My humble demeanor was what they found so shameful. Without Herbert around, I was just a country girl with the title of his wife. These people certainly wouldn’t treat me kindly. Despite being rejected repeatedly, I patiently continued to introduce my ideas. In my previous life, Bethany thought she could only establish herself in the Palmer family through Herbert, spending her days playing mind games with the other women. This only made everyone despise her and think she lacked proper upbringing. But I knew that to secure my position in the Palmer family, I needed undeniable capability, not connections. On the way home, Jessica deliberately brought up my attempts to network with the influential guests. “Jeanette, I can see you have big ambitions. How many business cards did you hand out?” I ignored the mockery in her words, mentally going through the list of people who had once collaborated with me in my previous life. Right now, they were just college students with startups who couldn’t even get through the front door of Palmer Group. Jessica burst into unrestrained laughter. “Jeanette, low-class people will always be low-class. No matter how hard you try, we’ll only ever see you as a joke.” But I didn’t think she was right. I gave her an awkward but polite smile. Whether they accepted me or not didn’t matter at all. Because I didn’t even plan on keeping the Palmer family in my sights. Although Herbert and I were married, we didn’t have a true marital relationship. In my previous life, Bethany always complained that Herbert was useless, so my impression of him was filled with negative words like “spineless,” “weak,” and “worthless.” But after living with him, I discovered he wasn’t like that at all. When he learned that my parents had forced me to marry him, he immediately accepted my proposal for a marriage of convenience. Though we lived together, we were more like friends. As an illegitimate son, he was ostracized by the rest of the Palmer family, with no dignity or status—but he had money. “My father gave my mother a black card before. After she passed away, the card became mine.” “I know you’ve endured a lot of hardship during my absence. I have no other way to make it up to you except through money. Do you mind?” How could I mind? I was more than happy! Herbert wasn’t skilled at running a company; his real talent was programming. But in the Palmer family’s eyes, this ability had no value. So he had to leave early and return late every day looking for work, and even with a bank’s black card in his hand, he feared that one day this security would be taken away. In my previous life, Bethany looked down on him, mocked him coldly, and joined his family in ostracizing him. His concern touched me deeply. “Okay,” I nodded with a smile, accepting the card. “Thank you. If you ever need my help, I’ll do everything I can.” I invested the money in several small startups. No one paid attention to these companies founded by young people. They were like specks of dust in the storms raised by these large corporations, too insignificant to notice. Everyone thought these fragile seedlings would soon wither and die. This amount of money was trivial to the Palmer family, and they didn’t pay much attention. But for us, it was a matter of life and death. Because I planned to recreate the technology that had shocked the industry in my previous life. I rented a laboratory. Although I lacked baseline data, I had performed those experiments countless times before—they were etched into my bones. Back then, I practically lived in libraries and labs, surviving on cheap instant coffee. I could reproduce the entire experimental process with my eyes closed. This was why Bethany could never replicate my success from my previous life. I heard that Cedric invited Bethany Yates to dinner, but she declined, saying she had evening study sessions. The next day, rumors spread throughout the school that the heir to a top-tier wealthy family was pursuing Bethany. Bethany quickly denied it, but the more desperately she tried to distance herself, the more others believed it was true. She was quite clever in this regard. Cedric never lacked women, especially those who threw themselves at him. In my previous life, the main reason he took interest in me was because I was different. My calm demeanor, innocence, passion for research, and indifference to power intrigued him and even sparked his desire to conquer. In this life, Bethany was attempting the same strategy. Her playing-hard-to-get attitude successfully caught Cedric’s attention. She knew men always obsess over what they can’t have. I lay on my memory foam mattress, enjoying the comfort of its massage mode. My hair felt fresh, smooth, and glossy after a scalp treatment. Meanwhile, Bethany was probably lying on that hard little bed at home, plotting her next move to win Cedric over. I smiled to myself, thinking, “She has no idea what ugly truths lie behind the marriage she so desperately wants.” In my previous life, it took me a long time to realize that someone like Cedric, who had fought in the business world for years, wouldn’t marry me simply because I was “pure and kind.” It wasn’t until after our marriage—when he confined me at home, forbade me from working, stole all my research achievements, and tried to force me to conduct research exclusively for him—that I understood his true intentions. When I refused, he finally showed his true colors. He kept me under house arrest, confiscated all my communication devices, and stripped away my freedom. Every day, I could only stare at four white walls and gaze longingly at the sunlight through that small window. Later, when I developed mental health issues, he didn’t spare me. Instead, he held press conferences to gain sympathy, exploiting my suffering to squeeze out whatever value I had left. Perhaps he had genuine feelings at some point, and that faint affection was real. But his emotions were too light, too shallow—so fragile they couldn’t withstand any clash with his interests. I’m curious how he’ll treat Bethany once he sees through everything, and whether Bethany can endure his torment. Because of my “restlessness,” the Palmer family’s hostility toward me became increasingly obvious. Before, they would restrain themselves out of respect for Vivian when they tried to make things difficult for me. But now, they probably knew that even Cedric disliked me, so they became completely uninhibited. They cut up my clothes, deliberately humiliated me at parties, spat in my food, and even set my hair on fire in public, standing around watching me frantically put it out while laughing uncontrollably. They believed they had every right to punish this “gold digger,” to teach a lesson to this lowly woman who dared to taint their noble bloodline. But I didn’t show the panic they expected. I watched them like children playing cruel pranks, without a trace of fear in my eyes. I cut off all my long hair in front of everyone. When my hair fell to the ground, I saw Cedric standing at the doorway with a complex expression. His gaze was dark and unreadable, churning with emotions I couldn’t decipher, as if wondering how long I would endure for the Palmer family’s money. ***** Actually, I wasn’t just putting on a brave face. After being slandered in my previous life, the bullying I endured was far worse than what I’m experiencing now. To change my fate, I had to work part-time jobs while studying hard. But in this life, I have the Palmer family’s resources. I don’t have to worry about my parents stealing my tuition money for “investments,” or about the school kicking me out of research groups because of rumors. This is already an enormous help to me, so those insignificant pranks don’t matter. Besides, their arrogance won’t last much longer. As for Bethany, I heard she often skipped classes to attend dinners and dates with Cedric. With her frequent absences, she failed miserably in her final exams, flunking most of her courses. Research was out of the question—she hadn’t touched a lab coat all semester, and the lab manager had barely seen her. Her professor warned her not to neglect her studies just because she had secured an internship. But she dismissed it, claiming she was a genius who should achieve the highest results with minimal effort. When told her poor grades might affect her graduation eligibility, she remained unconcerned, saying that in today’s society, connections and resources matter more than grades and degrees. Eventually, her professors gave up on her. Even my parents believed that rather than studying, securing the heart of the future leader of the Palmer Group was the most important thing. Moreover, my precarious position in the Palmer family had already thoroughly disappointed them. Once they realized they couldn’t get much benefit from me, they promptly cut ties and fully supported Bethany instead, hoping she would become the mistress of the Palmer Group. These rumors reached me later, as I was currently busy with the final stages of my experiment.

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From fourteen to twenty-nine, I stood by Owen Brown as he rose from a struggling illegitimate son to become the head of the Brown family. Yet when he reunited with Kayla Watson, the ex-girlfriend who had abandoned him, he didn’t hesitate to ask me for a divorce. Owen said, “Nicole, the lifestyle you’ve enjoyed all these years should have been hers.” Faced with his pressure, I quietly tucked away his cancer diagnosis and coldly watched them spend his final days together. But after his death, his soul lingered, still hovering around me. ***** “Kayla is back.” “Nicole, I want a divorce.” Owen said this while I was still holding the chocolate cake from the south side of town that I’d just bought. This chocolate cake was extremely popular, but since Owen loved it, I had waited in line for three hours to get it for him. Now he wanted a divorce. I stood frozen, not even putting down the chocolate cake in my hand. “Owen, have you lost your mind?” I said. “I’ve been with you for fifteen years.” “Back then, Kayla betrayed you multiple times for that million dollars and almost got you killed.” “Now you want to divorce me for her?” Hearing my words, Owen suddenly smashed the water glass on the table and said, “Enough!” “Kayla already told me her mother was critically ill back then, and she had no choice.” “Nicole, do you think she’s as cold-blooded as you?” “You even turned your back on your own birth mother.” I stood stunned, looking at his disgusted and determined expression, feeling nothing but heartache. Years ago, my father was an alcoholic gambler, and my mother tried to sell me for money to run away with her lover. If I hadn’t noticed and escaped in time, I might have been dead already. But in Owen’s eyes, these experiences somehow became my fault. Meanwhile, Kayla, who had betrayed and deceived him multiple times, had become an innocent and kind-hearted person in his mind. I clenched my fists, a thousand thoughts racing through my mind, but ultimately I choked back tears as I reached out to grab the hem of Owen’s shirt. “Owen,” I asked, “can we please not get divorced?” Owen shook off my hand and said impatiently, “Impossible.” “Nicole, I’m informing you, not asking. You have no right to refuse.” “You should prepare to hand over your work at the company as soon as possible.” The door slammed shut, leaving me alone in the empty mansion. I sat on the cold floor, feeling like this whole situation was absurdly ridiculous. Owen didn’t come home that night. My phone rang in the middle of the night. I answered—it was Kayla calling. She said, “Nicole, you’ve schemed and plotted all these years.” “Thank you for cultivating such a loyal servant for me.” After mocking me, she quickly switched to a pitiful tone: “Owen, is Nicole still unwilling to let us be together?” “I really had no choice back then.” “Someone as selfish and greedy for wealth as her would never understand you.” I heard Owen’s disparaging words about me: “If she won’t agree to the divorce, I’ll find a way to force her out with nothing.” Then came the disgusting sound of heavy breathing. I hung up immediately and ran to the bathroom to throw up. Afterward, I slid down to the floor and pulled out the crumpled diagnosis paper from my pocket. The diagnosis stated that Owen was in the late stages of cancer. If Owen had actually cared about me, he would have noticed my unusual behavior. That chocolate cake from the south side was far too sweet—doctors had long advised him against eating overly sweet or greasy foods, which is why I never let him eat this cake before, let alone wait in line for hours to buy it for him. When I received the diagnosis at the hospital, I felt utterly hopeless.

I stood by Owen for fifteen years, gradually helping him become the power holder of the Brown family that he is today. I clutched the diagnosis report and rushed everywhere, hoping for a miracle, only to receive disappointing answers each time. That’s why I personally bought that chocolate cake, wanting to tell Owen about this, but never expected he would give me such a shocking surprise. My initial breakdown and panic disappeared after witnessing Owen’s heartlessness. I feel fortunate now. I gripped the diagnosis report and shakily stood up. My phone lit up again. Susan Thompson sent me a screenshot. It was a screenshot of Owen posting a photo of himself and Kayla together on social media. He wrote: [I’m so grateful you’ve returned to me. True love isn’t afraid of the passage of time.] Looking at the glaring photo and text, I felt sick. I thought, “True love? Were those fifteen years we spent together just torture in his eyes?” I suddenly remembered how we endured everyone’s mockery when we first got together. Back then, Owen was the despised illegitimate son who was constantly suppressed, and I was the troubled girl. During his career development, countless people predicted Owen would abandon me. But each time, he would hold my hand tightly and tell me firmly, “Nicole, I will never let you down.” His promises were so resolute back then. I watched him struggle and persevere, fulfilling each promise he made to me. Owen gave me a grand wedding, romantic surprises, and the status of his wife. I thought we would grow old together like this, only to discover it was all just my wishful thinking. ***** Seeing that I hadn’t replied, Susan called me directly. She asked, “Nicole, what’s going on? How is Owen with Kayla now?” I wiped the tears from my face and told her everything. Susan has been my best friend since childhood and knows everything about Owen and me. After hearing what I said, she couldn’t help but curse angrily, “What is Kayla playing at? She claims she had her reasons, but she never explained in all these years. Now that Owen officially controls the Brown family, Kayla suddenly starts talking about her hardships? And he actually believes her?” “Susan, as long as he believes her words, it becomes the truth,” I sighed softly. I continued slowly, “Kayla’s lies don’t need to be clever; Owen wants to believe them. Besides, Owen is already in the late stages of cancer.” Susan remained silent for a long time before finally asking, “Will you forgive them for this reason? Does his terminal illness give him the right to do whatever he wants?” The faint sound of crying made me feel helpless. I think I understand why Susan reacted this way. She once had a very happy family—wealthy background, loving parents. Like a carefree princess, her biggest worry each day was deciding which dress to wear. Later, Susan’s father, Eric Thompson, was in a car accident. After three days of emergency treatment and more than half a month in the ICU, he suddenly asked Susan’s mother, Debra Green, for a divorce. He said, “After facing death, I realized who I truly love. Life is short, and I don’t want to betray my own heart.” It was then that Susan and Debra discovered Eric had been having an affair and had a daughter only a year younger than Susan. Eric and his mistress had grown up together. Years later, they reconnected, despite both having their own families.

Love born from pain and entanglement becomes infinitely more precious. Debra was on the verge of collapse. She never imagined her own husband had been having an affair for over ten years. What they called love was even painful in his eyes. No matter how others tried to persuade him, Eric insisted on divorce. In the end, he left behind Debra, who had become mentally unstable from the breakdown, and Susan, who was exhausted from caring for her. And Susan’s half-sister was none other than Kayla. My current situation must have triggered her memories of the past. I softly reassured Susan, “Susan, I won’t agree to the divorce. Without me, Owen couldn’t have inherited the Brown family business so smoothly. He won’t easily leave me with nothing.” Kayla overestimated love’s importance to me. Compared to such an intangible thing, the wealth and power I already possessed mattered far more. ***** Upon learning I wouldn’t agree to the divorce, Owen became furious. He wanted to remove me from my position. But I also owned shares in the Brown Group, and I was managing the most important project for the company over the next three years. Owen couldn’t provide sufficient reasons to convince the board to dismiss me, so he fought against me relentlessly. He was already addicted to work, and to defeat me, he spent most of his day at the company. Meanwhile, Kayla couldn’t handle my provocations and would throw tantrums whenever Owen didn’t respond to her messages. A reclaimed love is precious. Owen had no choice but to appease Kayla while rushing to complete his work while she rested. Beyond that, he seemed determined to compensate Kayla for the luxury she had missed. Jewelry from auction houses, designer handbags from luxury stores, and even a multi-million-dollar mansion were all gifted to Kayla. Rumors about my marital problems with Owen quickly spread throughout New York. I knew these were all Owen’s provocations against me. He understood better than anyone my devotion to our promises and took pleasure in humiliating me this way. Kayla, eager to prove that she and Owen shared true love, created an online account specifically to share their history. How he secretly loved her in his youth but was too insecure to approach her. How Kayla, proud since childhood, missed her true love due to a momentary stubbornness and misunderstanding. How they reunited years later and, despite numerous obstacles, couldn’t help being drawn to each other and falling in love. In Kayla’s stories, I was portrayed as the villain who deliberately created misunderstandings that drove them apart. According to her narrative, even my refusal to divorce now was attributed to my vanity. Because of these rumors, Kayla quickly attracted over a million followers. Many believed her words and angrily insulted me on my social media accounts, some even threatening me to force me into divorce. Susan was furious about this and tried to report it to the police several times, but I stopped her. I watched as Owen eagerly introduced Kayla to high society. Everyone talked about how happy Owen was now, completely different from the reserved man he had been with me. People’s attitudes gradually changed, and some even gently suggested I agree to the divorce. I chose to ignore all of these comments. Outsiders love to gossip about others’ private affairs because they don’t know how much the person involved has suffered. They just want her to abandon years of dedication to fulfill some so-called perfect love story. Just as this matter was being widely discussed, Owen died.

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Vincent Cox lost his memory after being injured while saving me, forgetting our love and only remembering Kelly Talesman, whom he liked in his youth. They shamelessly held hands and kissed in front of me. Later, I accidentally overheard his conversation with a friend. “I didn’t lose my memory that easily. Kelly has cancer, and I want to accompany her through her remaining days, but I was afraid Cathy would be upset, so I came up with this plan. Once she passes away, I’ll immediately ‘recover’ my memory and marry Cathy.” So I played along with his scheme, becoming the stranger he claimed I was. He panicked and desperately recited every promise he’d ever made to me. But I was already done with him. ***** While Vincent and I were out on a photography trip, our car broke down. He held me tightly in his arms, protecting me completely. I wasn’t hurt at all, but he fell unconscious. I stayed by his side at the hospital for a long time. When he finally woke up, I rushed to embrace him, all my suppressed worry exploding in that moment. Crying, I said to him, “Vincent, you’re finally awake. Do you know how worried I’ve been…” “Who are you?” Vincent interrupted, pushing me away and looking at me with cold detachment. I froze, responding anxiously, “I’m Cathy Jameson, your fiancée. What’s wrong?” He frowned and said, “I don’t know you. I’ve always loved Kelly. Why would I marry you?” A sense of dread rose within me, and I quickly called for the doctor. The doctor explained that Vincent had amnesia and couldn’t tell when—or if—his memory would ever return. His memory was stuck ten years in the past, before he had met me. I brought him home and patiently showed him around: “This is our home. This is a gift you bought me. This is a souvenir we purchased together on vacation.” But his expression remained blank. He just smiled awkwardly but politely: “I’m sorry, Ms. Jameson, but I truly don’t remember anything.” He busied himself scrolling through his phone, saying he needed to find Kelly. I smiled bitterly, telling myself it would be okay, that he would remember eventually. He became like this because he saved me, so I couldn’t blame him, but my heart still ached involuntarily. As Vincent scrolled through his phone, his face suddenly contorted with pain. He murmured, “How can this be? Kelly has cancer and is dying. How could this happen?” He covered his face with his hands, crying silently. The news of her cancer shocked me, but I said nothing, just sitting quietly beside Vincent to comfort him. Just then, our doorbell rang. I opened it to find Kelly standing there. Seeing her, I was about to close the door to keep Vincent from knowing she was here, but he came over. Kelly immediately rushed forward to embrace him, and Vincent didn’t push her away. With tears in her eyes, Kelly pulled out a letter and said, “I just discovered the secret message of love you hid in the teddy bear you gave me. Ten years ago, I didn’t have the chance to tell you I loved you. Now I have cancer with little time left. I don’t want to leave life with regrets, so I came to find you. I just want to know, does that love still belong to me?” “Of course, my love has always been yours,” Vincent gazed at her tenderly, his eyes full of compassion and cherishing. Then he held the back of her head and kissed her fiercely and passionately, his youthful love exploding in that moment. But he forgot I was still standing there—forgot about the fiancée he had once risked his life to protect.

The image of Vincent protecting me, holding me tightly in his arms, still lingered in my mind. Yet here he was, kissing another woman right in front of me. My heart felt like it was being torn apart. An uncontrollable sadness spread through me, threatening to drown me completely. I walked forward, pulled Kelly away, and slapped her hard across the face. “This is my home. Please leave. Vincent is my fiancé. What you’re doing makes you the other woman. Have you no shame?” Kelly smirked disdainfully and said, “So what if you’re his fiancée? Ask him who he really loves.” I looked at Vincent, but he pulled Kelly behind him, distancing himself from me. “Ms. Jameson, Kelly is sick. If you have a problem, take it up with me. Don’t bully someone who’s ill,” he said. He continued, “Besides, I’ve told you countless times, I don’t know you. I love Kelly. Please don’t insult her by calling her the other woman. From where I stand, you’re the intruder here.” His words pierced my heart like tiny needles. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to believe he truly remembered nothing. Surely our love had left some evidence behind. Crying, I went to the bedroom and retrieved a photo album. I opened it in front of him, pointing at the pictures. “This is us watching fireworks together. We had just started dating, and you promised to love me forever. And here we are at the amusement park, where you said you’d always protect my childlike spirit, no matter how old we got.” My tears kept falling onto the album, but I smiled as all our beautiful memories flooded my mind. Vincent’s eyes flashed with a hint of reluctance before quickly returning to their distant expression. He threw the album to the floor and said coldly, “Enough! Ms. Jameson, I told you I don’t remember. Maybe we were in love once, but so what? I’ve forgotten everything. I only remember loving Kelly. Do you expect me to spend my life with you based on memories that don’t exist for me?” I stood frozen, watching those photos—the ones he once said would be displayed at our wedding—scattered across the floor. Only then did I truly understand that the man before me genuinely couldn’t remember me. I said nothing more, silently crouching down to carefully pick up each photo. I wiped them clean and placed them back in the album, just as Vincent had once treasured them himself. Kelly leaned weakly against Vincent, pretending to be magnanimous. “Vince, don’t blame her. I’m dying, and I can’t bear to see others in pain. I don’t hold it against her. Look at my face—it’s still a bit swollen, but it doesn’t hurt.” Vincent touched her face, growing even more concerned, and pulled her along to buy medicine. I watched Vincent’s back as he led her away, suddenly feeling disconnected from reality. This all seemed like a nightmare—if only I could wake up soon. They didn’t return until evening. Kelly didn’t come back with him all the way, instead saying a reluctant goodbye at the door. “Vince, I’ll stay at the hotel rather than come to your place. Cathy’s still here, and I might get slapped again for being the other woman. You know my body can’t handle that kind of stress.” She glanced at me, feigning fear. I responded to her, “Don’t ever come here again. This is Vincent’s and my home. You’re not welcome.” Vincent looked back at me, then turned and embraced her, comforting her. “It’s okay. I’ll move out tomorrow to be with you. How about we buy a new house together?” Kelly nodded with a smile and left under Vincent’s lingering gaze.

He walked into the bedroom without looking at me once, as if I didn’t exist. Then he took out his suitcase and began packing his things, but he didn’t take any of the items that belonged to both of us. I watched him pack until midnight in silence. When he finished, he didn’t want to stay a moment longer and walked straight out the door, showing no attachment to me whatsoever. Watching his resolute figure walk away, I thought about the days ahead without him. I didn’t want to lose him—a man who had risked his life to save me. So I ran after him and called out, “I’ll stay with you until we’re old.” Those were the words he said when he proposed to me. Now that he had lost his memory, it was my turn to say these words to him. Vincent paused, slowly turned around, and saw me smiling through my tears. He walked toward me with heavy steps, and that moment felt so familiar. I couldn’t help wondering if his memory had returned. But his next words doused me with cold water. He said, “Ms. Jameson, I’m sorry to see you upset, but I really can’t do this. Please don’t put me in this position.” So he still didn’t remember. I cried my heart out, wanting to release all the pain inside. “I’ve had a crush on you since high school. You didn’t know me then, but I quietly looked after you in my own way. Later, when you said you wanted to become a photographer, I was the one who stayed by your side, supporting your dream.” “Your most famous collection of photos was taken for me. You said I was your muse, your inspiration. You promised to love me forever. You got hurt and lost your memory trying to protect me. I’ve loved you for ten years and been loved by you for five. I really don’t want to lose you,” I said. Vincent wiped away my tears and pulled me into his arms. I cried uncontrollably against his chest, soaking his shoulder within minutes. He remained silent, allowing me to hold him, letting me cry. “What are you doing?” Kelly suddenly appeared, interrupting us. Vincent nervously pushed me away, like a child caught doing something wrong. He explained, “Kel, don’t misunderstand. I was just comforting her.” Kelly rubbed her temples, looking unsteady on her feet. “Vince, if you have feelings for Cathy, I’ll step aside and leave you two alone.” She turned to leave. “I should go. I was just feeling unwell in the middle of the night and wanted your company. I didn’t mean to see this, I…” Kelly suddenly collapsed. Vincent rushed forward to catch her, then looked back at me and said, “Don’t contact me again. I don’t want Kel to misunderstand.” But I was his fiancée. Vincent never came back after that. I only learned about him when I accidentally came across Kelly’s TikTok account. She was documenting the final stage of her life and her love story with the boy who had a crush on her when they were young. Many followers were moved by their love story. User A: [Oh my God, what are you doing? They finally got together after all this time.] User B: [This love is truly touching. Kelly, if you die, Vincent will never forget you.] But some users questioned whether they were putting on a show. User C: [If she has cancer, how does she have so much energy to go out and have fun? She looks rosy-cheeked and healthier than me.] This comment made me realize something might be off about Kelly’s illness. Apart from appearing somewhat fragile at times, she didn’t look like a sick person at all. To investigate, I reached out to a good friend who specializes in treating this type of disease and told her everything about Vincent’s situation. After some thought, she concluded: “Something’s not right. Late-stage stomach cancer patients suffer terribly—not just from unbearable abdominal pain but also from mental confusion. Yet she’s out having fun and updating videos every day. It doesn’t look like she really has cancer.” So Kelly was faking it. After learning this, I wanted to expose her in front of Vincent right away, but something still felt off. Kelly had announced her cancer diagnosis shortly before Vincent lost his memory—the timing seemed too convenient. To help Vincent recover his memory and uncover the truth, I took his medical records to a different public hospital for another opinion. The doctor there said: “There’s no damage to his brain, so we can rule out traumatic amnesia. This appears to be psychogenic amnesia, caused by severe psychological trauma.” I stood there stunned, leaving without even thanking the doctor. At that moment, a terrifying possibility occurred to me: Vincent might be faking his memory loss.

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Vincent Cox lost his memory after being injured while saving me, forgetting our love and only remembering Kelly Talesman, whom he liked in his youth. They shamelessly held hands and kissed in front of me. Later, I accidentally overheard his conversation with a friend. “I didn’t lose my memory that easily. Kelly has cancer, and I want to accompany her through her remaining days, but I was afraid Cathy would be upset, so I came up with this plan. Once she passes away, I’ll immediately ‘recover’ my memory and marry Cathy.” So I played along with his scheme, becoming the stranger he claimed I was. He panicked and desperately recited every promise he’d ever made to me. But I was already done with him. ***** While Vincent and I were out on a photography trip, our car broke down. He held me tightly in his arms, protecting me completely. I wasn’t hurt at all, but he fell unconscious. I stayed by his side at the hospital for a long time. When he finally woke up, I rushed to embrace him, all my suppressed worry exploding in that moment. Crying, I said to him, “Vincent, you’re finally awake. Do you know how worried I’ve been…” “Who are you?” Vincent interrupted, pushing me away and looking at me with cold detachment. I froze, responding anxiously, “I’m Cathy Jameson, your fiancée. What’s wrong?” He frowned and said, “I don’t know you. I’ve always loved Kelly. Why would I marry you?” A sense of dread rose within me, and I quickly called for the doctor. The doctor explained that Vincent had amnesia and couldn’t tell when—or if—his memory would ever return. His memory was stuck ten years in the past, before he had met me. I brought him home and patiently showed him around: “This is our home. This is a gift you bought me. This is a souvenir we purchased together on vacation.” But his expression remained blank. He just smiled awkwardly but politely: “I’m sorry, Ms. Jameson, but I truly don’t remember anything.” He busied himself scrolling through his phone, saying he needed to find Kelly. I smiled bitterly, telling myself it would be okay, that he would remember eventually. He became like this because he saved me, so I couldn’t blame him, but my heart still ached involuntarily. As Vincent scrolled through his phone, his face suddenly contorted with pain. He murmured, “How can this be? Kelly has cancer and is dying. How could this happen?” He covered his face with his hands, crying silently. The news of her cancer shocked me, but I said nothing, just sitting quietly beside Vincent to comfort him. Just then, our doorbell rang. I opened it to find Kelly standing there. Seeing her, I was about to close the door to keep Vincent from knowing she was here, but he came over. Kelly immediately rushed forward to embrace him, and Vincent didn’t push her away. With tears in her eyes, Kelly pulled out a letter and said, “I just discovered the secret message of love you hid in the teddy bear you gave me. Ten years ago, I didn’t have the chance to tell you I loved you. Now I have cancer with little time left. I don’t want to leave life with regrets, so I came to find you. I just want to know, does that love still belong to me?” “Of course, my love has always been yours,” Vincent gazed at her tenderly, his eyes full of compassion and cherishing. Then he held the back of her head and kissed her fiercely and passionately, his youthful love exploding in that moment. But he forgot I was still standing there—forgot about the fiancée he had once risked his life to protect.

The image of Vincent protecting me, holding me tightly in his arms, still lingered in my mind. Yet here he was, kissing another woman right in front of me. My heart felt like it was being torn apart. An uncontrollable sadness spread through me, threatening to drown me completely. I walked forward, pulled Kelly away, and slapped her hard across the face. “This is my home. Please leave. Vincent is my fiancé. What you’re doing makes you the other woman. Have you no shame?” Kelly smirked disdainfully and said, “So what if you’re his fiancée? Ask him who he really loves.” I looked at Vincent, but he pulled Kelly behind him, distancing himself from me. “Ms. Jameson, Kelly is sick. If you have a problem, take it up with me. Don’t bully someone who’s ill,” he said. He continued, “Besides, I’ve told you countless times, I don’t know you. I love Kelly. Please don’t insult her by calling her the other woman. From where I stand, you’re the intruder here.” His words pierced my heart like tiny needles. Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to believe he truly remembered nothing. Surely our love had left some evidence behind. Crying, I went to the bedroom and retrieved a photo album. I opened it in front of him, pointing at the pictures. “This is us watching fireworks together. We had just started dating, and you promised to love me forever. And here we are at the amusement park, where you said you’d always protect my childlike spirit, no matter how old we got.” My tears kept falling onto the album, but I smiled as all our beautiful memories flooded my mind. Vincent’s eyes flashed with a hint of reluctance before quickly returning to their distant expression. He threw the album to the floor and said coldly, “Enough! Ms. Jameson, I told you I don’t remember. Maybe we were in love once, but so what? I’ve forgotten everything. I only remember loving Kelly. Do you expect me to spend my life with you based on memories that don’t exist for me?” I stood frozen, watching those photos—the ones he once said would be displayed at our wedding—scattered across the floor. Only then did I truly understand that the man before me genuinely couldn’t remember me. I said nothing more, silently crouching down to carefully pick up each photo. I wiped them clean and placed them back in the album, just as Vincent had once treasured them himself. Kelly leaned weakly against Vincent, pretending to be magnanimous. “Vince, don’t blame her. I’m dying, and I can’t bear to see others in pain. I don’t hold it against her. Look at my face—it’s still a bit swollen, but it doesn’t hurt.” Vincent touched her face, growing even more concerned, and pulled her along to buy medicine. I watched Vincent’s back as he led her away, suddenly feeling disconnected from reality. This all seemed like a nightmare—if only I could wake up soon. They didn’t return until evening. Kelly didn’t come back with him all the way, instead saying a reluctant goodbye at the door. “Vince, I’ll stay at the hotel rather than come to your place. Cathy’s still here, and I might get slapped again for being the other woman. You know my body can’t handle that kind of stress.” She glanced at me, feigning fear. I responded to her, “Don’t ever come here again. This is Vincent’s and my home. You’re not welcome.” Vincent looked back at me, then turned and embraced her, comforting her. “It’s okay. I’ll move out tomorrow to be with you. How about we buy a new house together?” Kelly nodded with a smile and left under Vincent’s lingering gaze.

He walked into the bedroom without looking at me once, as if I didn’t exist. Then he took out his suitcase and began packing his things, but he didn’t take any of the items that belonged to both of us. I watched him pack until midnight in silence. When he finished, he didn’t want to stay a moment longer and walked straight out the door, showing no attachment to me whatsoever. Watching his resolute figure walk away, I thought about the days ahead without him. I didn’t want to lose him—a man who had risked his life to save me. So I ran after him and called out, “I’ll stay with you until we’re old.” Those were the words he said when he proposed to me. Now that he had lost his memory, it was my turn to say these words to him. Vincent paused, slowly turned around, and saw me smiling through my tears. He walked toward me with heavy steps, and that moment felt so familiar. I couldn’t help wondering if his memory had returned. But his next words doused me with cold water. He said, “Ms. Jameson, I’m sorry to see you upset, but I really can’t do this. Please don’t put me in this position.” So he still didn’t remember. I cried my heart out, wanting to release all the pain inside. “I’ve had a crush on you since high school. You didn’t know me then, but I quietly looked after you in my own way. Later, when you said you wanted to become a photographer, I was the one who stayed by your side, supporting your dream.” “Your most famous collection of photos was taken for me. You said I was your muse, your inspiration. You promised to love me forever. You got hurt and lost your memory trying to protect me. I’ve loved you for ten years and been loved by you for five. I really don’t want to lose you,” I said. Vincent wiped away my tears and pulled me into his arms. I cried uncontrollably against his chest, soaking his shoulder within minutes. He remained silent, allowing me to hold him, letting me cry. “What are you doing?” Kelly suddenly appeared, interrupting us. Vincent nervously pushed me away, like a child caught doing something wrong. He explained, “Kel, don’t misunderstand. I was just comforting her.” Kelly rubbed her temples, looking unsteady on her feet. “Vince, if you have feelings for Cathy, I’ll step aside and leave you two alone.” She turned to leave. “I should go. I was just feeling unwell in the middle of the night and wanted your company. I didn’t mean to see this, I…” Kelly suddenly collapsed. Vincent rushed forward to catch her, then looked back at me and said, “Don’t contact me again. I don’t want Kel to misunderstand.” But I was his fiancée. Vincent never came back after that. I only learned about him when I accidentally came across Kelly’s TikTok account. She was documenting the final stage of her life and her love story with the boy who had a crush on her when they were young. Many followers were moved by their love story. User A: [Oh my God, what are you doing? They finally got together after all this time.] User B: [This love is truly touching. Kelly, if you die, Vincent will never forget you.] But some users questioned whether they were putting on a show. User C: [If she has cancer, how does she have so much energy to go out and have fun? She looks rosy-cheeked and healthier than me.] This comment made me realize something might be off about Kelly’s illness. Apart from appearing somewhat fragile at times, she didn’t look like a sick person at all. To investigate, I reached out to a good friend who specializes in treating this type of disease and told her everything about Vincent’s situation. After some thought, she concluded: “Something’s not right. Late-stage stomach cancer patients suffer terribly—not just from unbearable abdominal pain but also from mental confusion. Yet she’s out having fun and updating videos every day. It doesn’t look like she really has cancer.” So Kelly was faking it. After learning this, I wanted to expose her in front of Vincent right away, but something still felt off. Kelly had announced her cancer diagnosis shortly before Vincent lost his memory—the timing seemed too convenient. To help Vincent recover his memory and uncover the truth, I took his medical records to a different public hospital for another opinion. The doctor there said: “There’s no damage to his brain, so we can rule out traumatic amnesia. This appears to be psychogenic amnesia, caused by severe psychological trauma.” I stood there stunned, leaving without even thanking the doctor. At that moment, a terrifying possibility occurred to me: Vincent might be faking his memory loss.

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