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Maxwell Brown’s company went bankrupt, and unfortunately, he lost his memory in a car accident. For five whole years, I was the only one who took care of him wholeheartedly. The first thing he did after regaining his memory was to ask me to prepare a venue—he wanted to propose to his fiancée, Natalie Locke. I thought this was just an act he was putting on to comfort his depressed fiancée. Until I arrived at the venue early and overheard his conversation with his brother. “Actually, Natalie doesn’t have depression; she lied to you. And when she found out about your accident, she ran far away. Only Hazel Foster was willing to take care of you. So, do you really want to propose to Natalie?” Maxwell’s words had a hidden meaning: “Of course I know. Precisely because Natalie lied to me, she’ll have to face me cautiously from now on.” “That’s much more comfortable than not being able to hold my head up in front of Hazel out of gratitude.” “Hazel has already helped me secure funding; she has no other use now. Once my company goes public, I’ll tell her the truth.” I neither cried nor made a scene. I quietly called the arranged marriage candidate who had pursued me for five years and even helped me prepare the proposal venue. “The venue is ready, but the person isn’t coming. Who am I supposed to accept a proposal from?” 1 Maxwell’s engagement ceremony was about to begin. He had invited all his family, friends, and brothers, but my name wasn’t on the guest list. The banquet was lively, with his brothers congratulating him one after another. Just then, I walked into the hall. In an instant, the atmosphere turned ice-cold, and everyone’s face showed embarrassment. Maxwell walked up to me, frowning, and said, “Didn’t I tell you not to come?” At that moment, his little fiancée Natalie was nestled in his arms, shrinking back in fear. Natalie’s fingers trembled as she looked at me with terror, then said in her fragile voice, “Hazel, are you here to give us your blessing?” Blessing? I couldn’t help but laugh coldly and asked, “Blessing? Do you think I would bless you two?” Hearing this, Natalie’s face turned deathly pale. Seeing my hostile tone, Maxwell immediately stood protectively in front of Natalie and said, “Hazel, let’s talk properly, don’t be so masculine energy feminine energy with that attitude!” Then, he lowered his voice to a volume only the two of us could hear: “I never realized how petty you were before. Did you have to come and ruin things today? I already told you, Natalie has depression, and this is just a fake proposal!” Maxwell now looked like a righteous knight protecting his damsel, and those uninformed guests thought I was the third party trying to destroy their relationship. Some guests couldn’t help but shout at me: “Miss, are you new to Manchester? Everyone in Manchester knows that the young Mr. Brown and Miss Locke are childhood sweethearts with an engagement since they were young. How dare you, a homewrecker, come so brazenly to crash their engagement?” “Exactly, homewreckers are so bold these days.” “The absolute shamelessness of this woman! Why hasn’t anyone thrown her out yet!” Everyone started attacking me fiercely, one after another. Natalie seized her moment to put on a dramatic performance. Her eyes reddened with tears welling up, looking pitiful as she said, “Hazel, I know you’ve done Maxwell a great favor, but Maxwell and I have been engaged for so many years—surely there’s something to be said for who came first? All these years, I couldn’t be by Maxwell’s side during his most difficult times, and I’ve felt so guilty that I developed depression. Look.” She lifted her dress to reveal dense scars on her wrist. “These are the punishments I gave myself. So Hazel, please don’t take him away from me, okay? He’s all I have in my life. Without him, I really can’t go on living.” What a masterful play of emotional blackmail! When I was still in the dark, I had felt sympathy too. One evening a week ago, Maxwell came to me and asked me to prepare a proposal venue. He said, “Hazel, Natalie has developed severe depression because of me. Her parents even got on their knees and begged me to fulfill Natalie’s wish to marry me. I’m just putting on a show, so don’t come that day.” I nodded, showing understanding. After all, Natalie was Maxwell’s legitimate fiancée. If Maxwell hadn’t had his accident years ago, they might have been married already. Now Maxwell was doing this to save someone’s life; he had no other choice. So I helped him contact Aman Hotel and booked the most luxurious banquet hall for a grand proposal ceremony for Natalie. I thought I was just helping to make up for Natalie’s regrets, and afterward, they could part ways amicably. Unexpectedly, on the day of the proposal, the venue manager said the person who booked the venue needed to sign some documents in person. Afraid of delaying Maxwell’s plans, I rushed to the hotel early in the morning. After signing the documents, I wanted to open the door to the banquet hall to see the proposal venue I had planned myself. After all, the man I loved was about to propose to another woman, even if it was fake, and I couldn’t help feeling a bit uncomfortable. As I gently pushed open the door, I discovered Maxwell inside. What I heard next shattered my illusions completely. I overheard his conversation with his brother, and that’s when I learned the whole truth. All these years, I had just been deluding myself. Thinking of this, I sneered at Natalie and Maxwell, saying, “Excuse me, who told you that today is Maxwell and Natalie’s proposal ceremony?”

“Hazel, are you not going to stop until you drive Natalie to her death?” “She’s already harming herself. Can’t you just grant her this wish? Do you have to push her to the edge?” Maxwell’s brothers couldn’t stand by any longer and stood up one by one to shield Natalie. “Yeah, Hazel, isn’t today Maxwell and Natalie’s engagement ceremony, not yours?” “Hazel, you may be wealthy, but Maxwell doesn’t love you. Just give it up already. Even if you make a scene here, Maxwell won’t propose to you.” As I listened to their back-and-forth remarks and watched their righteous indignation, a wave of bitterness welled up inside me. After all, the man I had so deeply loved for all these years hadn’t uttered a single word in my defense. Five years ago, when the Brown family was at its peak, they fell victim to a carefully planned car accident orchestrated by their enemies. Maxwell’s parents died in that accident, and Maxwell himself was severely injured, remaining comatose after the head trauma. Almost overnight, various influential families scrambled to divide up the Brown family’s assets. I pulled every string I could to save just one small company under the Brown family name for him. During his recovery, I stayed by his side constantly, paid all his medical bills, and settled many of his debts until he finally regained consciousness. He had forgotten everyone, including the fact that he had a fiancée—one who had abandoned him as soon as disaster struck. Only I remained loyal, staying by his side without asking for anything in return. Maxwell cried and told me that even though he had lost everything, he would treat me well for the rest of his life. I held his hand tightly and comforted him: “I’ll do everything in my power to help you rise again.” I kept my promise. I handed over the small company to him, helped him secure a round of financing, and accompanied him step by step as he reestablished his position in Manchester’s high society. But he callously broke his vow. He betrayed me without even offering an explanation. As I looked at this man before me, his silence became the final straw that broke me. “Natalie, I rented this venue, so how did it become your engagement ceremony? This is obviously my engagement ceremony.” Natalie clearly hadn’t expected me to publicly embarrass her, and her expression turned extremely unpleasant. “Hazel, no matter how much you pressure Maxwell, he’ll only follow his heart! Just let him go!” “Hazel, don’t think that having some money means you can force Maxwell to propose to you!” I let out a cold laugh and retorted, “Who are you to say such things? When he needed money, which one of you helped him? Was it you, or you?” I pointed at those present, who all awkwardly averted their gaze. They stubbornly continued, “You’ve been waiting for this day, haven’t you? You deliberately gave him money just to emotionally blackmail Maxwell into marrying you!” “Enough! Hazel, stop making a scene,” Maxwell interrupted with fury written all over his face. “I’m grateful for your help these past years, and I’ll pay back every penny you lent me. But today is my engagement party with Natalie. Can’t you show some compassion? She’s suffering from severe depression, and you choose today to cause trouble? I would never marry someone as heartless as you!” Everyone applauded. “Well said, Maxwell has backbone!” “Exactly! She came here to force Maxwell to marry her, and now she’s been put in her place!” Looking at Maxwell’s expression, I felt too disgusted to speak. Natalie’s lips curled into a subtle smile. She pretended to be considerate and said, “Oh, everyone, please stop arguing. Since Hazel is already here, let’s arrange a seat for her so she can witness the love between Maxwell and me.” She reached out to take my hand, but I immediately shook her off. She put on a theatrical display of fragility, crying out “Ah!” as she fell to the ground, looking utterly pitiful. I looked down at her, my eyes burning with contempt. “You’re right, someone is going to propose to me today, but it’s not this ungrateful Maxwell. Please clean this place up quickly and get out. My fiancé is already on his way, and I don’t want him to see trash like you.”

“Who the hell are you calling garbage?!” Maxwell’s brother jumped to his feet, glaring at me viciously. “Hazel, you’re going too far!” “Hazel, I only respected you because you seemed to treat Maxwell well. Do you think you’re so important that all of Manchester has to listen to you?! Don’t forget the Stone family ranks above your Foster family. You know Vincent, right? He’s my distant cousin. Want me to call him to put you in your place?” I laughed scornfully. “Really? I couldn’t care less about Vincent Stone. He probably wouldn’t even want to acknowledge a little punk like you.” “You—!” Maxwell cut him off. Then, looking somewhat exhausted, he unbuttoned his collar and rubbed his forehead. “Hazel, stop making trouble. What’s the point of making up this fiancé nonsense?” “Exactly, Ms. Foster. Everyone knows you’re head over heels for Maxwell. Who are you trying to fool with this angry talk?” Just then, my phone rang. I answered, and a man’s soft chuckle came through. “Honestly, I was quite flattered when you suddenly agreed. Though I know you don’t love me, I’m quite happy to be used as your weapon. How are things going over there? Need any help?” I said with complete indifference, “I’m not done here yet. I’ll have security kick them out in a minute. You just focus on driving safely.” After hanging up, Maxwell demanded, “Who were you talking to?” His expression was impatient, yet somehow anxious. I raised an eyebrow and mocked, “My fiancé, of course. Today is the day he proposed to me, and he rented this venue. You’re all trespassing, and security will be here soon to escort you out.” Natalie tried to reason with me. “Hazel, there’s no need for such spiteful words. I won’t force you to congratulate us. But today is Maxwell’s and my special day. Look what you’ve done.” The guests turned toward us, giving me disapproving looks. “The nerve of this homewrecker. It’s outrageous.” “Using her power to force others to stop a proposal ceremony. Why should we listen to you and just leave?” “Exactly! We only listen to today’s couple! Let’s ignore this crazy woman and help throw her out!” Soon, several burly men stood up and approached me. I knew self-defense and wasn’t easy to intimidate. I quickly took down two of them. But more and more people surrounded me, and I couldn’t handle them all alone. Then I caught Maxwell looking at me with pity. “Stop resisting, Hazel. Leave quietly, and I’ll make sure they don’t hurt you.” Furious, I shouted, “Maxwell, you bastard! Go to hell!” Maxwell’s friends yelled, “If you won’t take the easy way out, we’ll beat some sense into you!” Just as fists were about to land on me and I closed my eyes in desperation, the door suddenly burst open. Immediately, security guards flooded in. “Nobody move!” A commanding shout stopped everyone in their tracks. “I’m the manager of this hotel. Who dares cause trouble here?!”

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My housekeeper never seems to understand what I say. When I mentioned wanting fish, she immediately bought ten fish. When I said the house was messy, she threw away all our unused items in one go. I was beside myself with anger and planned to fire her, but my boyfriend stepped in saying, “She’s just not very bright, why are you getting so upset with her…” Later when I had a fever and asked her to buy fever medication, she returned with blood pressure pills instead. That’s how she killed me. Only after my death did I discover that the housekeeper was actually my boyfriend’s mother. They had been conspiring all along to steal my assets. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I told the housekeeper I wanted fish. 1 “Zoe Stone, here are the fish you insisted on having.” “Ten of them! That should be more than enough for you!” A sharp, impatient voice rang in my ears. I snapped back to reality to see my housekeeper Fiona walking through the door with a basket full of fish. From the moment she entered, Fiona Turner’s eyes carried obvious disapproval. “Zoe, you do nothing all day, don’t go out to earn money, and just make one demand after another. If you ask me, you should focus more on your boyfriend. He’s exhausted from work every day!” “I’m telling you this for your own good, so don’t brush it off. In ancient times, women lived to serve men. Someone like you would have been drowned in a pig cage, an ancient punishment for women!” After scolding me and getting no response, Fiona reluctantly walked into the kitchen. I stared at Fiona’s back as she cooked the fish, finally comprehending what had happened. I had actually been reborn. In my previous life, on this very day, I told my housekeeper Fiona I wanted fish. She bought ten fish at once and prepared a table full of fish dishes. But as it turned out, she had bought stale, dead fish, which gave me diarrhea and acute gastroenteritis after eating. Afterward, she shifted the blame to me, claiming my stomach was too delicate. Once, seeing the house in disarray, I asked her to tidy up. She immediately threw away all the unused items in the house and accused me of making trouble for no reason. I was beside myself with anger and wanted to fire her, but my boyfriend Jones Turner defended her: “She’s just not very smart, why are you making such a big deal about it!” “Stop acting like a princess. It’s so pretentious to put on airs with your elders!” For my boyfriend’s sake, I had to let it go. Later one night, I developed a high fever and asked Fiona to buy me fever medication. Instead, she brought back blood pressure pills, which ultimately led to my death. In my final moment, I saw Fiona and Jones celebrating wildly. “Mom, she’s finally dead! Now all the money and the company belong to us!” As it turned out, my housekeeper was actually my boyfriend’s mother. These two had been plotting to take my assets from the beginning. Thankfully, fate was kind to me, and I was reborn to the day Fiona bought the stale fish.

2 The scene of my tragic death in my previous life still vividly floated before my eyes. It took me quite a while to finally suppress the hatred in my heart. Looking at Fiona bustling in the kitchen, I smiled coldly and took out my phone to text Jones, asking him to come home early for dinner. This time, those rotten fish would end up in Jones’s stomach. Just as Fiona placed the last dish on the table, Jones arrived home. Seeing him enter, Fiona froze for a moment and asked, “Jones, why are you home early?” Jones glanced at her and replied flatly, “Hmm, Zoe asked me to come home for fish.” Then, he sat down beside me, took my hand, and gazed at me lovingly, saying, “My darling Zoe is so thoughtful, knowing I love fish and specially calling me home.” I smiled and discreetly withdrew my hand. Usually, Jones rarely ate at home due to business engagements. This time, I deliberately called him back. While Jones was still being affectionate with me, he had no idea that Fiona was already growing restless. As we prepared to eat, Fiona kept trying to find excuses to speak with Jones alone, but I interrupted her each time. I knew perfectly well that this table full of rotten fish was specially prepared by Fiona for me, and she certainly didn’t want her precious son eating such unclean food. But I was determined to make Jones finish all the fish. I deliberately served Jones a large piece of fish and said sweetly, “Baby works so hard to support our family. Since you love fish, have some more!” Jones beamed with a silly smile and stuffed the fish from his plate into his mouth in large bites. Seeing this, Fiona immediately raised her hand to stop him, shouting, “Don’t eat it!” I understood what was happening, but still pretended to be startled and asked, “Aunt Turner, what are you doing?” Jones was also startled, looking at Fiona in confusion. Fiona opened her mouth to explain, but seeing me staring directly at her, she couldn’t utter a word. Finding it amusing, I deliberately said, “Aunt Turner, is this fish inedible? Then why did you buy it?” She obviously became flustered, her fingers nervously picking at her apron as she stammered an excuse, “How… how could that be! These are all carefully selected good fish. I was just worried that Jones was eating too fast and might choke on a bone.” After saying this, she seemed to make a big decision, using her fork to put a piece of fish in her mouth, chewed it, and said, “Delicious, this fish is so fresh!” After that, Jones began to eat heartily, mumbling about how good it was, while I kept serving him more. On the surface, I was attentive, saying, “Fish is good for your health, eat more!” In reality, I was relishing every moment of it. Noticing I hadn’t eaten a bite, Fiona tried to persuade me: “Zoe, you specifically asked me to buy fish, why aren’t you eating? Do you think my cooking isn’t good?” She was playing her usual troublemaking game. This time, instead of arguing with her as usual, I put on a hurt expression and said, “Aunt Turner, how can you twist my words in front of Jones? I’m just having a bit of stomach discomfort. If others heard what you said, they might think I’m bullying you! Besides, I asked you to buy fish precisely because Jones loves it!” As I spoke, I covered my stomach with my hand, my eyes reddening as I looked toward Jones. Jones glanced at Fiona, frowning as he said to her, “Aunt Turner, I hired you to take good care of Zoe, not to bully her.” At this, Fiona stood there dumbfounded, her face flushed red with embarrassment, not knowing what to do. I tactfully displayed generosity and spoke up to ease the tension. Finally, watching Jones finish all the rotten fish on the table, I felt completely satisfied. Shortly after going to bed that night, Jones began to have stomach pains and rushed to the bathroom. Unfortunately, I had deliberately blocked the bathroom door earlier.

3 Jones paced anxiously around the living room. Unable to hold it any longer, he shouted at my bedroom: “Zoe, Zoe, the bathroom door is broken! I can’t open it! Call property management right away!” I pretended to be asleep, ignoring his calls. Fiona, however, woke up from the noise and joined Jones in his panic as they stared helplessly at each other. A few minutes later, I heard a “thud” followed by Fiona’s shocked exclamation: “Son, did you just soil yourself?!” I hid under my blanket, silently laughing as they embarrassed themselves. Only after Jones was completely exhausted from his ordeal did I finally open my door, pretending to have just woken up with drowsy eyes. As soon as I opened the door, I saw Jones lying on the floor, clutching his stomach. He reeked of a foul smell, his face as white as a sheet, wincing in pain with his eyes starting to lose focus. Fiona wailed beside him: “Jones, you can’t be like this! Wake up!” I quickly put on an act of concern: “Jones, what happened to you? I’ll call an ambulance right away.” By the time we reached the hospital, Jones had already passed out. Upon examination, the doctor said he had food poisoning that triggered acute gastroenteritis, nearly threatening his life. After being discharged, Jones constantly gave Fiona the cold shoulder, occasionally berating her: “I don’t know what you’re good for. You’re absolutely useless!” Fiona could only apologize submissively. Just when things had barely settled down, Fiona started causing trouble again. She made an excuse about being busy and asked me to deliver nutritious soup to Jones at his company. I agreed readily and left with the soup container. Just as I stepped out of the elevator, I noticed several movers heading upstairs. About five minutes later, my phone buzzed with a notification. I checked my home security camera and sure enough, those movers who had passed me were now in my apartment. And Fiona was busily directing them to remove my personal belongings. I smirked coldly, tossed the bag containing the thermos of soup into a garbage bin, and sat in the community park, watching the security feed. In this life, before I’d even done anything, Fiona was already rushing to sell off my possessions. Fortunately, I had installed security cameras in advance. She would pay for this later. Fiona bustled about, emptying my home of all the high-end items I rarely used, finally counting a thick wad of cash with satisfaction. Even after taking advantage of me, she couldn’t resist insulting me: “You little bitch! It’s all your fault that there’s a rift between me and my son. Consider these items as compensation! Once you enter the Turner family, you’ll have to obey me!” Fiona sat on the sofa counting money, grinning from ear to ear, proud as a peacock. She even called Jones. As soon as he answered, she eagerly sought praise: “Son, those rotten fish I made last time were meant for that little bitch. I knew she would call you home. It’s all my fault. I’ll buy you that high-end gaming console you love so much. I swindled quite a bit of money from that little bitch today!” Fiona had put the call on speaker, so I could hear Jones’s voice clearly. At the mention of a gaming console, Jones’s tone immediately softened: “Mom, you’re always the best to me! Once we deal with Zoe, I’ll find you a daughter-in-law who’s both obedient and can take care of you! The company is about to select a new executive position, so we need to move quickly these days!” Hearing the man I once deeply loved plotting against me, despite being mentally prepared, my heart still ached. Having lost both parents at a young age, I was emotionally vulnerable. It was Jones who stayed by my side with tender care, helping me through that dark period. By our third Christmas as an official couple, we were engaged. Over these Christmases, I had helped him climb the corporate ladder. I thought we truly loved each other, but it turned out that all he ever cared about was the massive inheritance I possessed. We were originally scheduled to officially marry this coming May, but now, I’m truly grateful to have seen through this scumbag’s true colors. I downloaded and saved the security footage, then made a call: “Lawyer Hunter, investigate these two thoroughly. Leave no stone unturned!” In this life, neither Fiona nor Jones would escape. 4 Only after completing these tasks did I feel somewhat at ease. Then I recalled Jones mentioning he would make his move soon, so I remained vigilant. When I got home, I casually asked about those unused items, and Fiona put on an act with her explanations. I didn’t expose her lie but played along, pretending to believe her. That evening, Jones returned from his business dinner, completely forgetting how he had despised me earlier that day, and resumed his performance as the devoted boyfriend. Even while planning to kill me, he still wanted to be intimate. When drunk Jones saw my resistance, he immediately scowled and demanded, “Zoe, what’s your problem? Do you have someone else?” Hearing his twisted accusations, I was so angry I wanted to slap him right there. But for the sake of my plan, I had to endure and humor him. Fighting my disgust, I took his arm and said, “What are you thinking? I’m on my period! Besides, you promised not to touch me before marriage.” Jones stared at me suspiciously for a while before saying, “Oh, I’m just afraid someone might steal my precious Zoe, so I want to be with you sooner. How could I live without you!” I secretly mocked him—this hypocrite was simply afraid his “gold mine” would fly away! I couldn’t be bothered with him anymore and made an excuse to sleep in the guest room. In the middle of the night, half-asleep, I sensed someone entering my bedroom. Shortly after, I woke up freezing. Looking around, I realized the air conditioner had been set to cooling at 59°F despite the autumn chill. It suddenly hit me—I had experienced this in my previous life! The next day I had developed a high fever, and it was during that illness that Fiona had switched my medication, ultimately killing me. Now facing the same scenario, I knew Fiona was behind this. The home’s air conditioning could be controlled via smartphone, which made her bold enough to act without leaving evidence—no one would suspect it was deliberate. Realizing this, I quietly went to the master bedroom and convinced the still-drunk Jones to sleep in the guest room instead. Since they showed no mercy, I wouldn’t feel guilty about what came next! Early the next morning, Fiona approached me with fake concern: “Zoe, did you sleep well last night?” Playing along, I pretended to have a headache and said, “It was a bit cold last night. I think I have a fever.” I secretly observed Fiona’s expression, and sure enough, she couldn’t hide her satisfaction. Glancing at Jones, who was still sleeping, I continued, “Aunt Turner, could you buy me some cold medicine?” Hearing this, Fiona immediately went out to purchase the medicine. When she returned, she enthusiastically handed me an already-opened bottle of pills, saying, “Zoe, take these quickly. Your health comes first! I’ll go make some soup for Jones.” As soon as Fiona entered the kitchen, Jones stumbled out of the bedroom, mumbling, “I heard Aunt Turner bought fever medicine. Give me some—I caught a cold and have a fever too!” I smiled as I handed him the pills, thoughtfully pouring him a glass of water and watching as he swallowed them. By the time Fiona emerged with her nourishing soup an hour and a half later, Jones was sitting at the dining table, gulping down water and complaining, “What kind of medicine did you buy? I feel dizzy and nauseous after taking it.” Hearing this, Fiona’s pupils dilated in shock, and she nearly dropped her jaw as she asked, “You took those pills? Who told you to take them? You shouldn’t have taken that medicine!” As soon as Fiona finished speaking, I looked at her with interest and said, “Isn’t it just fever medicine? Why shouldn’t he take it?” Fiona instinctively snapped back, “What do you know? This isn’t fever medicine at all…” The next second, Jones collapsed straight to the floor—his heart stopped, and white foam spilled from his mouth!

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On our wedding anniversary, my husband couldn’t accompany me due to a business trip, so he had his secretary deliver a car to me. Over the phone, my husband said apologetically, “Honey, I’m really sorry I can’t be with you for our anniversary. Please don’t be angry, okay? I’ve sent you a car, and there’s a heartfelt message for you in the dash cam. You’ll definitely be moved to tears when you see it.” However, what I found in the dash cam was footage of naked bodies passionately entangled, along with used condoms thrown on the back seat. I gripped my phone tightly and coldly uttered a single word: “Fine.” I wasn’t angry. Because I knew perfectly well that he was about to “die” by my hand! 1 Besides the condom tossed on the car seat, there were torn stockings piled in the corner of the back seat. Suppressing the wave of nausea rising in my throat, I closed the car door and handed the keys back to Caleb’s secretary. As I turned away, I noticed an identical car—same model and color—parked in a nearby spot. When she saw me staring at that car, the secretary visibly became uncomfortable. After my persistent questioning, she reluctantly revealed the truth. It turned out Caleb Moore had given the same car model to both me and his mistress for convenience. He had left in a hurry and grabbed the wrong keys, which led to the secretary delivering the wrong car. I felt like the biggest fool who ever lived. The woman intimately entangled with Caleb in the dash cam footage was Bella Scott, a poor student I had been sponsoring. Five years ago, I met Bella during a countryside trip for inspiration. She had just finished her middle school exams, and her parents were forcing her to drop out of school to marry a crippled man from the village for the bride price. Desperate to continue her education, Bella knelt before me, begging for my sponsorship. As an orphan who had struggled to attend university myself, I wanted to provide the shelter I never had. Without hesitation, I agreed to sponsor her, and I continued to do so for five full years. Never did I imagine I was nurturing a wolf in sheep’s clothing who would spend my money and sleep with my husband. What I found most unacceptable was that Caleb had even bought her a house in our neighborhood. At the same time, I finally understood… Why Caleb, who had never enjoyed running before, suddenly fell in love with night jogging a year ago, going out every evening. It was all just an excuse to meet with Bella. Several times I offered to join him, but he always found reasons to refuse. Apparently, his so-called “jogging” was actually happening in Bella’s bed. Later, Caleb seemed unsatisfied with just those two hours of “night jogging” and frequently used business trips as an excuse to stay away from home every few days. Even when he was home, his phone never left his hand. I couldn’t even remember the last time Caleb had shared a meal with me. Last month on my birthday, Caleb was unusually at home with me. But halfway through dinner, he suddenly claimed there was an emergency at work and rushed out, leaving me behind. Faced with his coldness, I foolishly comforted myself, thinking it might be the seven-year itch that would pass with time. Now I understood it wasn’t any seven-year itch—he had simply fallen out of love with me long ago. These realizations pierced my heart like countless steel needles, each one twisting deeper with every breath I took. I found Bella in my WhatsApp contacts and opened her Facebook page. Looking at it now, I realized her Facebook was filled with traces of Caleb. On her birthday, the man holding her hand while cutting the cake was Caleb; in the rain, the man holding an umbrella for her while his own shoulder got wet was also Caleb… I had never paid close attention to these details before, but now they became sharp thorns with nowhere to hide from. Caleb returned the next day. To make up for missing our wedding anniversary, he pulled out a necklace from behind his back and said, “Honey, don’t be angry anymore. I bought this for you during my business trip. I fell in love with it at first sight, just like when I fell for you!” Seeing that necklace, any remaining hope I had for him completely vanished. The necklace was a free gift that came with a luxury brand handbag—the same handbag I had just seen on Bella’s Facebook yesterday. It was from her post a month ago with the caption: “I mentioned it once, and someone specially flew to get it for me. Someone who loves you will remember every word you say.” I looked at him coldly, my eyes showing no emotion, and handed him the divorce agreement I had prepared the night before, saying: “Sign it.”

2 Caleb stared at the divorce agreement for a moment, but quickly regained his composure, as if he had anticipated this all along. He didn’t take the divorce papers seriously at all. Without even looking at them, he simply tore them up. “Violet Hughes, you’d better think this through. Without me, you have nothing. If you maintain the status quo, at least you’re still Mrs. Moore.” “I know this is hard for you to accept, but after so many years together, we’ve lost that spark. It’s entirely my fault, not Bella’s. She’s just a student. If you want to vent your anger, direct it at me, not her.” Caleb was right. Once I left him, I would truly have nothing. I was an orphan; my parents died when I was very young. In school, I was often bullied by classmates, and it was Caleb who stood up for me and protected me. Back then, Caleb was like a beam of light in the darkness, giving me a home and warmth. Throughout our marriage, I had been trying so hard, perhaps hoping to become better, to be worthy of his kindness. “Caleb, what exactly do you want?” I almost shouted, my voice cracking with emotion. “Violet, stop this nonsense! We’ll talk when you’ve calmed down!” Caleb snapped impatiently. As Caleb tried to leave, he roughly pushed me aside, causing my back to slam hard against the table. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen, followed by a warm flow between my legs. That warm, sticky sensation made my heart clench with terror. A dreadful premonition washed over me, and I instinctively looked down at myself. “Violet, you’re… you’re bleeding!” Caleb’s voice was filled with panic, his eyes wide open, staring at my lower body. But he quickly came to his senses and, without hesitation, scooped me up and rushed to the hospital. The doctor said I had miscarried due to extreme emotional distress combined with the physical impact. The child I had struggled so hard to conceive was gone just like that. My tears finally broke free, streaming down my face uncontrollably. In that moment, my world seemed to collapse into a deafening silence. Caleb and I had been married for seven years without conceiving a child. To have a child of our own, we decided to try IVF. For over a year, I had forced myself to endure excruciating pain, giving myself ovulation injections every day. Back then, when Caleb saw the countless needle marks on my stomach, he would hold me and cry like a child. He was heartbroken for me, throwing away the injection needles and refusing to let me continue. Caleb had said very seriously: “We’re not trying for a baby anymore. I can’t bear to see you suffer like this. Having you is enough for me! I’ll handle things with my parents.” But now everything had changed. Even though Caleb sat by my hospital bed, his heart was elsewhere. He was busy texting Bella. As soon as I opened my eyes, I could clearly see his phone screen. “Baby, be good, don’t make a fuss. Something came up here, and I can’t come back tonight,” he wrote with obvious impatience. “No way, I want you to come back now. I’ve prepared a surprise for you. If you come back within ten minutes, baby will let you do whatever you want. Hurry! This offer won’t last~” came Bella’s flirtatious reply. Bella had also sent a photo of herself in black stockings. Caleb’s eyes were practically glued to the photo, the hungry desire in his eyes making my stomach turn with disgust. Seeing that I seemed somewhat stable, he made up a flimsy excuse and hurriedly left. After that day, Caleb never came back to the hospital. Whether it was true or not, we both knew the reality. A week later, when I had recovered enough, I checked myself out of the hospital. On the way home from the hospital, the taxi driver was scrolling through short videos while waiting at a red light. The driver suddenly muttered, “How could this college girl do this! So young, yet becoming a home-wrecker for money.” I glanced over at the sound, and in the video, a group of middle-aged women had stormed into a university to beat up a woman who had been sleeping with someone’s husband. To my shock, the home-wrecker in the video was Bella. Even more surprising was that the woman leading the attack was my mother-in-law, Caleb’s mother!

3 This time, my mother-in-law brought two of her friends to cause trouble at Bella’s school. One pulled Bella’s hair, another yanked at her clothes, while the third slapped her face… The situation escalated until the school had no choice but to call the police. In the end, all four women were taken to the police station. The driver dropped me off at our residential complex. As I got out of the car, my mind was preoccupied with wondering why Caleb’s mother would suddenly go to Bella’s school to assault her. I didn’t notice Caleb approaching from the opposite direction. He walked up to me and delivered a vicious slap across my face. “Violet, you’re so cruel!” he spat. I held my stinging cheek, staring in disbelief at the man before me. Caleb actually hit me? My face burned with pain, but my heart felt like it had plunged into an icy abyss. “I told you to take your anger out on me! Why are you targeting Bella? She’s just a student!” he shouted. Caleb glared at me venomously, his words coming through gritted teeth. “You’re such a manipulative woman. Using others to do your dirty work! Our divorce is between us—why drag my mother into this? Why make her help you get revenge by encouraging her to cause a scene at Bella’s school?” So that’s it—he thought I was the one who told his mother. I let out a cold laugh and said deliberately, emphasizing each word: “Caleb, whether you believe it or not, I never told your mother about what’s happening between us! And I certainly didn’t ask her to harass Bella at school!” “Violet, you dare to deny it? I’m warning you—if anything happens to the baby Bella is carrying, you won’t leave the hospital alive.” Seeing that I remained silent, Caleb assumed I felt guilty and continued, “Violet, you’ve disappointed me completely. Just because you can’t have children yourself, you want to destroy Bella’s baby. I must have been blind to marry such a vicious woman!” The man standing before me felt utterly foreign. The way he raged at me for the sake of his mistress disgusted me to my core. The one who had been blind was me, not him. I was about to take out the newly printed divorce agreement when my mother-in-law’s furious voice suddenly came from behind me. “Caleb!!” “Mom, why are you here?” Caleb had barely reached his mother when— SLAP! She struck him hard across the face. “You ungrateful son!” She pointed at Caleb’s nose, trembling with rage. “Tell me honestly, what’s your relationship with Bella? And why did you bail her out of the police station?” Caleb hadn’t expected his mother to be so angry. “Mom! I’m your own son! Why aren’t you on my side? You’d rather listen to Violet and cause trouble at Bella’s school instead of helping me? Did you even think about how Bella will continue studying there after what you’ve done? If I hadn’t found a lawyer to get you released, you’d still be locked up at the police station!” I didn’t want to watch this mother-son argument anymore and turned to leave, but Caleb grabbed my arm. “Violet, don’t go! Tell Mom this is all a misunderstanding!” My lips curled into a mocking smile. “Caleb, you got Bella pregnant and you still have the nerve to call it a misunderstanding?” As soon as I said this, my mother-in-law’s eyes widened in shock. “What?! Violet, what did you just say?” Caleb clearly hadn’t expected me to reveal this in public and visibly panicked. My mother-in-law pressed on: “Caleb, is what Violet saying true? Is Bella really pregnant with your child?” Caleb couldn’t look his mother in the eye as he answered, “Yes.” Upon hearing this, my mother-in-law immediately slapped him again. She was about to strike him once more when she suddenly lost her balance and began to fall backward. Caleb reacted quickly, catching her in his arms. In his embrace, my mother-in-law broke down sobbing: “What sins has our Moore family committed to deserve this? Caleb, don’t you know that vixen Bella was your father’s mistress?!”

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My sister Brianna Jones accidentally stumbled into Mr. Frost’s room while drunk and now she’s pregnant, so she’s asking for the family’s opinion. I feel something’s fishy about this whole situation. Not only is there a massive social gap between our family and the Frosts, but how could Mr. Frost’s room have no security measures, allowing anyone to wander in freely? After hearing my reasoning, my sister agreed it made sense and decided to simply terminate the pregnancy and start fresh. But just after she was discharged from the hospital following her abortion, news of Mr. Frost’s high-profile marriage to a pregnant Cinderella quickly topped the trending charts. Brianna became consumed with jealousy, practically losing her mind. Right in front of our parents’ faces, she lunged at me with a knife, stabbing me viciously until I died. “It’s all your fault for opening your big mouth! I should have been the one marrying into wealth!” When I opened my eyes again, I found my sister blushing coyly as she held a family meeting. “I think I’m pregnant with Mr. Frost’s baby. What should I do now?” … “Aria Jones, I’m talking to you! Why are you zoning out?” Hearing my sister’s voice, I snapped back from my daze, utterly shocked by the scene before me. My parents sat there, backs straight, unable to hide the greedy anticipation gleaming in their eyes. Brianna sat in the middle of the sofa, looking smugly self-satisfied, her hand gently caressing her still-flat stomach. Seeing me still in a daze, my parents spoke with clear irritation: “Your sister is carrying Mr. Frost’s child. We’re all thrilled about this, so why are you wearing such an ugly expression?” With trembling hands, I pinched my thigh hard, forcing myself to smile. “Sis, I’m absolutely thrilled for you, truly. Congratulations.” Brianna smiled faintly, finally taking her piercing gaze off me. “At least you know your place. But what am I supposed to do now? That night I only got into that room by pure luck, and now trying to reach Mr. Frost again to let him know about his child seems practically impossible. Come on, Aria, tell me—should I take a chance and have this baby, or just get rid of it and be done with it?” My throat constricted painfully as memories from my previous life came flooding back all at once. In my past life, my mind was filled with suspicions. How could she so conveniently stumble into the powerful Mr. Frost’s room? And how would Mr. Frost lose control in such circumstances and sleep with my plain-looking sister? I voiced these doubts aloud and urged my sister to carefully recall what the man looked like. But Brianna frowned deeply, thinking hard for a long time, yet still couldn’t confirm who was actually in the room that night. Witnessing this, my parents left with contemptuous sneers. After a night of anxious deliberation, Brianna finally decided to terminate the pregnancy. “I heard Mr. Frost is 6’1″, but no matter how I try to remember, the man that night seemed about my height. Maybe I really did enter the wrong room. Even if I had the baby, he might not acknowledge us anyway, so I’ll just get an abortion,” she told me before heading to the hospital. However, just after her procedure, news of Mr. Frost’s high-profile marriage to a pregnant Cinderella topped the trending charts. My own sister blamed me for speaking up, suddenly attacking me in a rage, plunging the knife into my chest again and again until my life slipped away. The memory of being murdered by my own flesh and blood sent violent tremors through my body, but I still managed to force my lips into a smile. “Sis, this isn’t just any baby. This is a treasure that could bring you immense wealth and status. I’ve heard Mr. Frost doesn’t have women hanging around him, and his family is actually desperate for him to get married!” Hearing exactly what she craved to hear, Brianna’s eyes curved like crescent moons, her lips curling upward uncontrollably. “So what you’re saying is, the baby in my belly might be the sole heir to carry on the Frost legacy!”

When my parents heard this, their faces immediately lit up with joy, instantly treating my sister as the family hero. “Brianna, you need to take good care of yourself now. You should quit your job right away.” “From now on, you’re not allowed to go out. Let your foolish little sister handle everything. You don’t need to do anything—just stay home and focus on keeping the baby safe!” Hearing this, my sister’s lips curled into a smug smile as she shot me a triumphant glance. I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. In my previous life, my sister had stabbed me eighteen times in front of our parents, each thrust aimed at a vital spot. I had thought my parents would seek justice for me, but not only did they fail to call the police, they helped my sister dispose of my body. My soul hovered in midair, forced to watch helplessly as they cut my body into pieces and discarded it, while telling everyone I had run away with some lowlife I’d fallen for. It was only then that I truly understood—despite my parents’ claims of treating us sisters equally, they had always favored Brianna. Thinking of this, I fought back my tears and joined in their laughter. “Our family’s incredible fortune now rests entirely on my sister’s shoulders.” “Sis, when you marry Mr. Frost, don’t forget about us, okay?” Brianna had never matched my academic achievements growing up, nor was her career as impressive as mine. Now that she finally had a chance to outshine me, she was reveling in it. She lifted her chin proudly in my direction. “I’m thirsty.” I immediately stood up, opened the refrigerator, and took out her favorite yogurt. As soon as Brianna took the yogurt, she screamed and dropped it. “It’s too cold! Is something wrong with your brain?” “I’m pregnant now, carrying Caleb Frost’s baby!” “How dare you give me such cold yogurt? What if it upsets my stomach and something happens to the baby?” My parents frowned instantly, scolding me with displeasure. “Aria, are you trying to harm your sister?” “You ungrateful child! Go back to your room right now and study up on prenatal care!” I maintained my smile, repeatedly agreeing as I turned and walked back to my bedroom amid Brianna’s mocking laughter, closing the door behind me. Outside, their animated discussion continued. Ignoring them, I picked up my phone and quickly searched for the name that had trended in my previous life. To my surprise, that ordinary girl named Scarlett Brown had already been photographed multiple times in intimate situations with Caleb Frost. During a press conference, when someone asked about Scarlett, Caleb hadn’t even denied their relationship. In the photos, the girl wore simple clothes. Though from a modest background, she had a stunningly beautiful face. She could marry Caleb because they were already a couple! My breathing grew increasingly rapid as I searched for Caleb’s whereabouts through gritted teeth. For someone as famous as him, there were always people tracking his movements, so his schedule wasn’t exactly a secret. After reviewing Caleb’s itinerary for the day, I silently put down my phone. Brianna, you think you’ve got one foot in the door of high society because you’re carrying Mr. Frost’s child. Fine then. I’ll study prenatal care diligently and help you maintain this pregnancy so you can deliver this baby safely. I want to see if holding this child will actually fulfill your absurd dream of marrying into wealth!

Brianna now considers herself superior to others, demanding only the best of everything. She insists I buy her the most expensive loungewear, the finest non-slip slippers, and the rarest nutritional ingredients. Before work, I must prepare bird’s nest soup for her, and after work, I must immediately present imported fruits. She even specifies mountain spring water for drinking. Meanwhile, my parents watch all this with smiling faces. “Hurry up! If you neglect your sister’s baby, we won’t forgive you!” “Useless thing, you’re not even worth your sister’s little toe!” I endure silently. After two busy days, I finally hear the news of Caleb and Scarlett’s marriage. “Sis, look at the news!” I call out. Hearing my shout, Brianna frowns and immediately scolds me: “Are you trying to get yourself killed by shouting like that? Can you take responsibility if you scare Mr. Frost’s baby?” “Keep that phone away from me! It has radiation! Wealthy families take fetal education very seriously. If it affects my baby, my future in-laws might not say anything, but they’ll be displeased!” I listen to her nagging, struggling to hold back my laughter. “Sis, Caleb got married.” “You might never meet those in-laws you keep talking about.” Brianna’s exaggerated expression freezes instantly, and she collapses onto the floor.

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My boyfriend had a female “meal buddy” at his company. They shared meals year-round with perfectly matched tastes. He ate egg whites while she ate the yolks; he gnawed on chicken feet while she enjoyed the drumsticks; he ate the bottoms of strawberries, she ate the tips. He even brought her along for birthday celebrations. “Tired of work meals, so I brought my little meal buddy for a treat.” When I couldn’t stand it anymore and demanded they maintain boundaries, he patted her head and smiled at me: “Don’t worry, she’s just a meal buddy.” We had a long cold war over this. Later, when he thought I had learned my lesson, he came with flowers, only to be shocked seeing a man peek out from under my blanket, staring coldly at him. He growled with reddened eyes: “Who is he?” Leaning against the headboard, I patted the handsome man’s face beneath me. “Don’t worry, he’s just a bed buddy.”

My Aldrich is a psychopath. He has bipolar disorder and broke his own leg to prevent me from marrying my fiancé. Later, I was murdered by my fiancé and best friend. That couple had sex at my funeral, planning how to spend my inheritance. My Aldrich, with his broken leg, hunted them across half the globe like a madman. Covered in blood, he brought their severed heads to my corpse that was left like spaghetti. Then he held me, stroked my head, and whispered: “Trista, Aldrich has always been here.” Living again in this second chance at life. When my fiancé embraced me, asking me to drug Aldrich’s water, I pushed away that man with his disgusting smile. “What did Aldrich ever do wrong?” “Aldrich just loves me too much.”

In the sixth year of my secret crush on Cruz Wells, we were still just friends. When I was hospitalized, he was there for me financially and emotionally, doing more than anyone else. When my cousin got engaged, he accompanied me to the celebration and presented the most lavish gift at the event. Everyone believed we would eventually end up together. Finally, I gathered my courage and confessed my feelings to him. But he gave me a dismissive glance, playing with the lighter in his hand, and chuckled softly: “I see you as a friend, and you want to sleep with me? Aya, don’t joke around.” I remained silent for a long while, and finally just nodded, “Okay.” After that day, we didn’t contact each other for a long time. When I received his call again, it was already two months later. He casually asked, “What have you been up to lately? Haven’t seen you in ages.” I glanced at the elegant yet aloof man sitting across from me and answered truthfully, “I’m on a date.” The moment I said that, I heard the shocking sound of a phone being smashed on the other end of the line.

On my wedding day, my boyfriend of six years suddenly disappeared during our vows. The altar stood empty, with only me awkwardly standing there, until giggles from a man and woman echoed from the adjacent restroom. It was Jett Blackwood’s voice. He’d forgotten he was wearing a microphone, and his affectionate tone was clearly audible throughout the entire venue. In front of all my family and friends, my best friend’s voice came through the speakers distinctly. “Jett, Kayla’s bra hook came undone.” “Silly girl, let me help you. Pink today, huh? So cute.” “Stop it! Don’t touch me like that, it tickles!” Everyone in the room turned to stare at me, their faces wearing telling expressions. The old me would have burst in there, crying and screaming, demanding to know if he ever took our relationship seriously. But now, I just wanted to protect my breast health and stay away from those who couldn’t understand.

After returning home from a six-month business trip, I discovered my boyfriend had found himself a dining companion. She bustled about in the kitchen, preparing three dishes and a soup, looking more like the lady of the house than I did, appearing incredibly domestic. As we were about to sit down for dinner, she cradled matching couple’s bowls—hers and my boyfriend’s—in both hands, and with a sheepish expression, stuck her tongue out at me. “Oh dear, I forgot we only have one set of bowls and chopsticks.” “Susan, let me find you something to put your rice in.” In front of Harrison, she served me rice in a disposable plastic bowl. Harrison offered no comment whatsoever. I understood then that I needed to break up with Harrison.

After just one month of marriage, I’ve already had 38 arguments with my mother-in-law, Jane Holmes! My husband, Zane Holmes, has an extremely close relationship with Jane. For Zane’s sake, I voluntarily went on a two-month business trip to give myself and Jane some space to improve our relationship. One evening, Jane suddenly transferred me $20,000 with a thoughtful message: “Dottie, stay safe while you’re away. This money is for you to spend however you like.” Not long after, Zane called me, angrily saying: “Dottie, Mom thinks you’re actually having an affair while on your business trip. She gave you money because she’s worried you might spend another man’s money! She’s gone too far! I’ve already had an argument with her! Don’t worry, I’ll always take your side!” Zane had said things like this many times. Whenever Jane and I argued, he seemed particularly pleased! Once, when I accidentally knocked Jane over, he even said I shouldn’t hold back since she wasn’t my mother! It wasn’t until later that I discovered his love for both Jane and me was completely fake! 1 The day I returned from my business trip, Jane spent three hours in the kitchen preparing a table full of my favorite dishes. She smiled warmly while continuously serving me food: “Dottie, eat more, you’re too thin. Your work is stressful, you need to maintain your nutrition.” Jane’s kind and gentle demeanor warmed my heart, making me think that perhaps the conflicts between us were just misunderstandings. Even if there were no misunderstandings, some friction was normal. After all, I was newly married, and the adjustment process would naturally involve some tension. I enjoyed the meal thoroughly. As we were finishing, I said to her: “Thank you, Jane.” Jane’s eyes lit up with happiness, and she smiled. My gratitude seemed to make her happier than winning the lottery. “It’s no trouble at all. We’re family.” That night, as soon as I got into bed, Zane lowered his voice and complained to me: “Dottie, Mom said you ate too much! Guess why she made all that food for you?” He deliberately kept me in suspense, so I asked: “Why?” “It’s to help you build up your strength so you can have a baby!” We had discussed the topic of having children with Jane and Zane two weeks ago. My career was currently on the rise, and I wanted to wait a couple of years before having children. I never expected Jane would agree to my face but change her mind behind my back. I was instantly angry, but then I reconsidered. Jane had been so pleasant earlier, and I didn’t want to start arguing as soon as I returned, so I suppressed my emotions. “She can say what she wants. I’ll just ignore it.” As I lay down, I caught a glimpse of disappointment on Zane’s face, but I was too tired to care and fell asleep immediately. Not long after, I woke up needing to use the bathroom and vaguely heard Zane talking in Jane’s room. I faintly heard him say: “Mom, I’m sorry, Dottie is so ungrateful. You worked so hard to prepare all those dishes, and she complained that you’re messy and unclean. If it weren’t for your sake, I would have argued with her already!” I was stunned. I had never said any of those things. Furious, I gripped the doorknob, ready to confront Zane about why he was trying to drive a wedge between us. But then I heard Jane’s calm voice: “Being clean is a good thing. I’ll be more careful next time. Zane, you should control your temper and treat Dottie well.” I never expected Jane to respond like that. It immediately brought me back to my senses, and I didn’t open the door. I wanted to see why Zane was going to such lengths to create conflict between Jane and me.

2 In the days since I’ve been back, Jane and I have been getting along harmoniously. I could feel that we both had fire burning inside, but we were both holding back from exploding. While at work, I received a message from Zane. The photo showed my most expensive silk dress, a Valentine’s Day gift from Zane worth thirty thousand. It was my favorite piece of clothing, one I rarely wore because I cherished it so much. However, in the photo, the dress was completely ruined from washing. “Dottie, Mom went too far! I told her your clothes must be hand-washed, but she wouldn’t listen and put it in the washing machine!” “I told her this dress cost thirty thousand, and she said you’re extravagant and not a good wife. I’m about to burst a blood vessel!” “Don’t worry about me—you absolutely need to give her a good scolding, otherwise she’ll never change!” Seeing the photo, I was indeed angry, but realizing Zane was encouraging me to fight with his mother, I calmly replied: “It’s just a dress, no big deal.” There was silence from his end, then a moment later, he called me. Zane said: “Dottie, marrying me has really made you suffer. You’ve always had a fiery temper and never put up with nonsense!” “We’ve only been married a month and my mom has been giving you trouble the whole time. You don’t need to tolerate her for my sake.” “Even if you get into a fight with her, I’ll stand by you. You’re the most important person in my life. I love you the most, and no one should make you upset!” “How about we tell Mom tonight that we want to live separately?” I do have a bad temper and never take mistreatment or avoid conflict. Once, a confrontation with my boss ended up requiring police intervention. Everyone around me knows I’m not someone to mess with, but I’m not unreasonable—I don’t bother people unless they bother me first. Right now I was indeed angry, but not at Jane—at Zane. Controlling my anger, I told Zane: “Don’t treat your mom like that. You’re not short on money—just buy me another one.” I didn’t lose my temper, which seemed to make Zane anxious: “What if I buy a new one and Mom ruins it again?” “Then buy another one! She won’t keep wasting your money forever.” Zane fell silent on the other end, apparently not expecting this response from me. That evening when I returned home from work, Zane immediately said: “Mom’s angry. She went out with her friends and didn’t cook dinner for us. I complained, and she yelled at me.” “She said she doesn’t owe us anything and to leave her alone!” What he didn’t know was that two minutes before I walked through the door, I had received a message from Jane. Jane had transferred me 50,000 and explained: “Dottie, I’m so sorry. I was doing your laundry today and didn’t notice your silk dress wrapped up with the other clothes. It got ruined in the washing machine. Please accept my apology. Take this money and buy yourself a new one.” “Also, it’s my friend’s birthday today, so I’m out celebrating with her. I didn’t have time to make dinner for you two, but I’ve ordered takeout from a restaurant. It will be delivered at 8 PM.”

3 At that moment, I carefully examined the man before me. He had truly transformed into someone I didn’t recognize! Zane noticed my gaze and nervously asked, “What’s wrong, Dottie? Why are you looking at me like that?” Suppressing my anger, I replied casually, “Nothing. There’ll be food delivery soon, so we won’t go hungry.” Zane seemed extremely surprised and disappointed that I hadn’t lost my temper. Later when Jane returned, I overheard Zane badmouthing me in her room, “Mom, I’m sorry I married such a vicious woman. I told her it was normal for you to attend your friend’s birthday party, but Dottie claimed you were using the gathering as an excuse to meet men!” I clenched my fists in anger. Jane also vented her frustration, “Dottie is so heartless. I’ve been nothing but sincere to her, and this is how she treats me!” Zane encouraged her, “Mom, when I confronted her, she kicked me out to sleep on the couch. There are some things I can’t say as her husband, but you should confront her directly!” Jane hesitated, looking somewhat afraid. “Dottie has a bad temper. Let it go. I have a clear conscience anyway.” Zane grew anxious and continued urging Jane to confront me. But Jane said, “Family harmony is most important. Let it go.” Then she shooed Zane out of her room. He returned to our bedroom, quietly slipped into bed, and gently embraced me from behind. He kissed my neck and said in an incredibly affectionate tone, “Dottie, I love you so much. No one is more important to me than you.” Fighting the disgust I felt inside, I pretended to be asleep and gave him no response. A few days later, Zane started causing trouble again. He asked me out, held my hands, and with feigned sincerity said, “Dottie, something’s come up. I’ve negotiated a big deal that requires a 3 million advance payment. I mentioned this to Mom, but she doesn’t seem willing to help.” “Could you talk to Mom about this for me? I’m working myself to death to earn money, all for our family.” “But Mom doesn’t see it that way. I’m her only son, yet she refuses to help me!” “Dad’s been gone for some time now, and I’m worried she might spend his death benefits on other men.” “Dottie, would you please discuss this with Mom? We need to work together. If the company succeeds, our lives will improve. Don’t you agree?” I refused him, “Zane, that’s Jane’s retirement money. You’re a man and her son. Since she didn’t agree, let’s respect her decision.” Zane seemed about to say something more, looking extremely anxious as he tried again to persuade me. But I still didn’t agree, which angered Zane, and he stopped talking to me. That evening at dinner, Zane himself asked Jane for the 3 million. After a moment’s hesitation, Jane finally said, “Fine, I’ll transfer the money to Dottie. She’s more detail-oriented. You two can build the company together.” The moment Jane agreed, Zane’s face lit up with crow’s feet from smiling so widely, but when Jane mentioned giving the money to me, his disappointment was obvious. 4 Jane actually transferred that money to me, and I knew it was all she had. Zane repeatedly asked me for this money, but I refused each time, claiming the project wasn’t mature and carried high risks. While Zane appeared to listen to me on the surface, even when furious inside, he could only vent his frustration in private. After several attempts, he even hired people to act, trying to convince me the project was reliable. To make him give up, I told him directly: “I’ve invested this money in a private equity fund with a fixed term. We can’t withdraw it for three years.” I showed him the records, and Zane turned pale, completely losing hope. I told him: “I’ve reviewed your company’s accounts. Your business isn’t short of money. This is your mother’s retirement savings. We shouldn’t touch it unless absolutely necessary.” Zane didn’t say anything to my face, but behind my back, he smashed his phone to pieces in anger. That evening, when I noticed his new phone, he explained that he’d lost his old one and had to get a replacement. In our daily life, he would still occasionally try to provoke arguments between Jane and me. Sometimes when Jane couldn’t bear it anymore and scolded me, I deliberately maintained a good attitude to prevent Zane from succeeding, choosing to be respectful toward Jane instead of arguing. Seeing my increasingly better attitude, Jane grew even more affectionate toward me. So during Zane’s later attempts to stir up trouble, Jane restrained herself from getting angry with me. When Zane saw our relationship improving, he finally snapped! He brought several accident insurance policies, indignantly showing them to me: “Dottie, look at this! Mom has secretly purchased so many accident insurance policies for you, with coverage ranging from millions to tens of millions.” “The beneficiary is my mother’s name on all of them! It’s so vicious—she’s trying to harm you!” “This is unacceptable. Even if you don’t confront her for my sake, I can’t let her get away with this!” After examining the three policies, I calmly asked Zane: “Why would Jane want to harm me? She’s always been good to me. I can feel she truly loves me like her own daughter!” Zane fumed: “She’s just pretending. Dottie, you’re too innocent and kind-hearted.” “Remember when my mother took you hiking? Fortunately, I arrived early and saw her trying to push you off the cliff from behind.” “I didn’t overthink it then, but now it’s terrifying to consider. Think about it—there was that time you almost got hit by a car while crossing the street.” “You were badly frightened. Then there was the time your car lost control and nearly crashed; and another time when Mom took you on a sea trip, I saw her almost push you overboard.” “I’ve argued with her many times in private about this. I thought she wasn’t serious, but I never imagined her intentions could be so malicious.” “Dottie, we must address this, or she’ll eventually kill you.” As Zane spoke, he became increasingly agitated and angry, but I also noticed an indescribable excitement in his eyes. He indignantly pulled out his phone, preparing to call everyone in the Holmes family: “Even though you’re fine now and we don’t have evidence to catch my mother, I won’t let you get hurt. From now on, I disown her as my mother. We’ll expel her from the Holmes family—she’ll have nothing to do with us anymore.” With that, he called the Holmes family members and Jane’s relatives one by one, declaring he was cutting all ties with Jane. I didn’t stop him. It was time for friends, family, and even more people to see Zane’s true face! He thought I knew nothing, unaware that he too was merely a piece on my chessboard.

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