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I spent twelve years with Dorian Vale, only to go from being his girlfriend to his and his fiancée’s exclusive servant. After Dorian forced me for the 99th time to kneel on the shattered glass to serve as a human footstool for his fiancée, I finally felt utterly exhausted. So, I gave up on Dorian and got engaged to Gideon Whitmore, who had been pursuing me relentlessly. That day, Gideon was so emotional he broke down, sobbing at my feet, and reserved every single flower in the city for me. But on the eve of our wedding, Gideon drunkenly spilled the truth during his bachelor party with his friends. “Ah, the thought of faking it with a woman like her—used and tossed aside by who knows how many—makes my skin crawl. But what choice do I have? She refuses to have a kid for Alyssa, so I had to step up and do it myself.” And this so-called Alyssa Davis would be Dorian’s fiancée. Inside the private room, one of Gideon’s friends asked, “Does Alyssa know how much you’ve done for her?” Gideon’s voice was hoarse as he replied, “As long as she’s happy, what’s my life worth in comparison?” Standing just outside the door, I clenched the pregnancy test result tighter and tighter in my hand. So, this was the truth. Gideon’s decade-long pursuit of me and his obsessive passion every night—it was all fake. All because he feared Alyssa wouldn’t have a baby, that Dorian might leave her, and she’d suffer because of it. What a great and selfless man he turned out to be! But what did he take me for? With everything running through my mind, tears streamed down my face. Staring at Gideon’s anguished expression inside the room as he “sacrificed” himself for his so-called true love, I made up my mind. I pulled out my phone and placed a call. Once the line connected, I said firmly, “I’m ready to inherit my adoptive father’s entire estate.” The private butler responded quickly, “Very well, Ms. Westbrook. Mr. Jameson Westbrook’s private estate is now at your disposal. Your custom partner is ready, and three billion dollars will be transferred to your account immediately. However, as stipulated in the will, you can never leave the island for the rest of your life.” My eyes stung with unshed tears. “Alright, I accept.” Seven days would be enough to tie up loose ends here. At five years old, Alyssa’s mother abducted me, replacing me with her own daughter in the Davis family. Alyssa enjoyed the peaceful life that should have been mine. Even when the truth came out, my parents and fiancé still favored her. Even Gideon, who had pursued me for ten years, truly loved her. Jameson had seen through everything early on. He left me an immense fortune and built a dream estate tailored for me. His only request was that I leave and never return. Since they saw me as nothing more than a tool for Alyssa’s happiness, I might as well fulfill Jameson’s wish and spend the rest of my life in wealthy solitude. After hanging up, the butler began arranging my fake death certificate. Only by erasing all traces of me could my father, Edward Davis, my mother, Margaret Davis, Dorian, and Gideon never find me again. However, I realized there was one last thing left. My hand rested on my stomach as I bit my lip and pushed open the door to the private room. When I entered, the room fell silent. Gideon was the first to react, pulling me into his arms as he sat down. His gaze was so full of love that it nearly drowned me. “Why are you here? Did you miss me?” Before I could respond, the door slammed open again. Alyssa stumbled in, and tears streamed down her face as she saw me in Gideon’s arms. She asked pitifully, “Gideon, didn’t you promise to never marry anyone and stay by my side as a brother forever?” Instinctively, he shoved me away. Caught off guard, I crashed into the table, spilling wine all over me. My exposed skin burned like fire, instantly breaking out in a rash—I was severely allergic to alcohol. Gideon knew about my allergy, and his face twisted in panic as he looked at me. “I…” Before he could finish, Alyssa began sobbing hysterically, “Freya, I know you hate me for taking away Dad, Mom, and Dorian. I’ll kill myself right now to give it all back to you!” With that, she turned and ran out of the room. “Alyssa!” Gideon was utterly frantic. Without a second thought, he ran after her. After that whole ordeal, the private room fell into dead silence. Gideon’s friends looked at me with a mix of pity and shock, but mostly, they seemed amused, like they were watching a joke unfold. They were all waiting for me to break down, to cry and scream. But I did nothing. Instead, I slipped off the ill-fitting engagement ring on my finger and placed it on the table. “Give this back to Gideon for me.”

After getting my allergy treated, it was already late at night. Checking the time, I decided to make a quick trip home. There wasn’t much to pack—just Jameson’s handwritten will, the document that served as my key to the manor. When I reached the front of Davis Villa, I remembered I wasn’t authorized for fingerprint access, so I pressed the doorbell instead. When the door swung open, my birth mother’s face lit up with a radiant smile, only to fall apart the second her eyes landed on me. Margaret didn’t miss a beat, raising her hand and slapping me hard across the cheek. “Why are you back here? Trying to rub your engagement to Gideon in Alyssa’s face again?” Edward chimed in from the side with a sneer, “You just have to take everything, don’t you? Guess that’s what happens when you grow up in the poor countryside—no manners.” My right cheek burned from the slap, and it felt all too familiar. Since the day I was brought back to Davis Villa, I had lost count of how many random slaps like this I had endured. In front of me, Gideon was sitting on the couch with Alyssa tucked under his arm. When she saw me return, she immediately put on her pitiful act. “Freya, I’m just afraid that once you marry Gideon, he won’t want me as his sister anymore. Please don’t misunderstand.” But I said nothing. I simply went upstairs to retrieve the will. Maybe I was too calm. But when I came downstairs, there was obvious panic on Gideon’s face. He stood up and said, “Freya, I shouldn’t have left you tonight, but Alyssa has depression, and Dorian isn’t here.” I remained utterly indifferent and said, “I won’t be living here anymore.” The moment I finished speaking, the living room fell into a heavy silence. Margaret stared at me, and disbelief was written all over her face. “What are you…” I knew exactly why Margaret was shocked. Years ago, Alyssa had falsely accused me of cutting up her dress. In their fury, they tried to throw me out. Later, I stood outside in the pouring rain all night, apologizing to Alyssa hundreds of times before they let me back in. To stay in this family, I had taken on all the housework—laundry, cooking, and cleaning—while living in a cramped attic storage room. To them, my greatest fear was being abandoned. But now, none of that mattered anymore. In the manor Jameson had built for me, there were family and a partner tailored just for me. They would never drive me away. Alyssa was the first to react. She started wailing dramatically, “No! It’s me who should leave. I’m the one who upset you, Freya. I’ll go!” Margaret’s face turned pale with shock, and she rushed over to try to calm Alyssa down. Edward, on the other hand, roared at me, telling me to leave and never come back if I was going to go. Gideon, clearly flustered, grabbed my arm and spoke urgently, “Stop this nonsense. I’ll take you back home first.” He didn’t give me a chance to refuse, pulling me along as he strode out. Once we were back home, Gideon closed the door and immediately pulled me into his arms from behind. His hands slid under my shirt as he murmured, “Tomorrow is the wedding, Freya. It’s been ten years… I’ve waited ten years to marry you.” As he spoke, a single tear fell onto my neck. If I hadn’t overheard his conversation earlier tonight, I might have believed he was madly in love with me. But now, I understood perfectly. He only wanted to use my body to give Alyssa a guarantee of happiness. Suppressing the lump in my throat, I pushed Gideon away and said, “I’m not in the mood.” But he wouldn’t back down. Pinning me onto the sofa, he looked at me with pitiful eyes and asked, “Would you really leave me hanging like this?” I couldn’t help but think, “And are you fine with handing over the baby I’d carry for about nine months?” I closed my eyes and dropped my trump card. “Today isn’t my ovulation day. The chances of getting pregnant are really low.” As soon as I finished speaking, his body stiffened against mine. He quickly got up, and his gaze was still full of affection as he said, “Fine. The wedding’s tomorrow anyway. I won’t wear you out tonight.” With that, he headed to the bathroom to wash up. As the weight on top of me disappeared, I felt a hollow emptiness in my chest. I got up and quietly walked to the bathroom door. Immediately, I heard Gideon’s anxious voice through the door. “Is there any way to make Freya get pregnant quickly? Even if it means drugging her and doing IVF while she’s unconscious. Just do it. I don’t care what happens to her. Alyssa can’t wait any longer!” The tears I’d held back for so long finally spilled over. Placing a hand on my abdomen, I whispered, “I’m sorry, baby. You shouldn’t have to hide away with me, and you definitely shouldn’t be treated as a bargaining chip for your father to please someone else.” Wiping away my tears, I resolutely made a phone call. “Doctor, I’d like to schedule an abortion.”

The next day was the scheduled date for trying on the wedding dress. I had long since stopped looking forward to the wedding, but fearing Gideon might notice my indifference, I decided to go along with him. When we arrived at the shop, I saw someone I didn’t expect—Alyssa. She was wearing my wedding dress while Edward and Margaret were busy recording her with their phones. Margaret said with a laugh, “Alyssa looks much better in this. Come on, spin around for me, Sweetie. I’ll take a video of our little princess.” I turned to look at Gideon and noticed his gaze filled with doting affection. Just then, Alyssa noticed me at the door. Her eyes gleamed with triumph, but she quickly feigned panic and started removing the dress. “Freya’s here. I’d better take it off quickly, or she’ll get upset…” Only after her words did Edward and Margaret finally notice me. Perhaps it was my unusually calm expression, but Margaret hesitated briefly. Even so, she pressed Alyssa’s hands down and haughtily addressed me. “Alyssa looks stunning in this dress. Let her have it.” I stared at the dress, custom-made with thousands of imported diamonds that cost a fortune, and firmly shook my head. “No. I won’t.” This dress carried all my dreams of love. I had designed every detail myself, hoping to wear it on the day I married Gideon. Even if that dream was over, I wasn’t going to let go of something I poured my heart into. Hearing my refusal, Alyssa became more agitated. She started yanking at the dress with all her strength. “I’m not worthy of wearing this! I have no right to touch Freya’s things. I’ll give it back to her!” With that, a loud tearing sound echoed as the pristine white dress was ripped apart. I felt my breath hitch and strode forward. “You!” Before I could even touch Alyssa, she suddenly shoved me hard. I fell backward, and my head slammed into the display cabinet behind me as the glass shattered on impact. A sharp sting spread across my face, and I let out a startled cry, quickly covering my eyes with my hands. Alyssa’s sobs soon filled the air. “I’m so sorry. Please don’t hit me, Freya! I’m begging you, don’t hit me…” The next thing I knew was someone shoved me forcefully. Then, I heard Gideon’s worried voice. “Alyssa, are you okay?” I sat on the floor, clutching my aching head, and looked up at the scene in front of me. Alyssa stood in the middle of the group, and her torn dress was in a mess. Edward and Margaret surrounded her protectively while Gideon inspected her anxiously. Only after making sure Alyssa was unharmed did Gideon turn to me. “Freya, that was completely out of line…” He stopped mid-sentence when he saw the blood running down my face, and his expression momentarily softened with guilt. But Edward and Margaret had no such pause. They immediately began berating me. “It’s just a dress. Did you really have to hurt Alyssa over it? Honestly, you should’ve just stayed dead out there!” It was at that moment I realized something—when pain reaches its peak, you become numb. I no longer expected their concern or cared enough to argue. I just wanted to leave. Before I could take a step, Gideon suddenly helped me up. “I’ll take you to the hospital,” he said firmly, leaving me no room to refuse. It reminded me of the time he led me away after Dorian humiliated me by making me act as a human stool for Alyssa. In the car, I sat in the passenger seat while Gideon drove. His brows were furrowed deeply. For the first time, he spoke with what felt like genuine concern, “I’m sorry about today, Freya. I’ll make sure Alyssa gets what’s coming to her.” The rare show of care left me stunned. I opened my mouth to respond, but before I could say anything, the car’s Bluetooth System rang loudly. When the call connected, Margaret’s panicked voice came through. “Gideon, Alyssa locked herself in her room and slit her wrists! I can’t calm her down. Please come back right away!” The screech of brakes pierced the air as the car came to a sudden halt. The force threw me forward, and my abdomen slammed into the dashboard. Pain shot through me like a hot wave, making my vision blur. “Gideon…” I gasped, reaching out for him instinctively. Soon after, the loud slam of a car door echoed, breaking my heart into pieces. Almost instantly, the sharp and jarring sound of car horns filled the air. Gideon had left me stranded on the busy street without a second glance, rushing back to Alyssa. The pain in my abdomen grew unbearable. Blood pooled beneath me as my strength faded. I couldn’t hold on any longer and passed out cold.   When I woke up, I was already in the hospital. A doctor was the only one by my side and gently reminded me, “Ms. Westbrook, you’ve sustained an abdominal injury, and there are early signs of pregnancy complications. I recommend contacting your family to arrange for hospitalization to protect the pregnancy.” My throat felt dry, and I couldn’t manage a single word. With effort, I reached for my phone on the bedside table, only to see countless missed calls and messages from Edward, Margaret, Gideon, and even Dorian. My parents’ text read: [Are you only satisfied if you drive Alyssa to her death? She’s already given up everything to you, and you still want to take more. We should’ve never taken you back in the first place!] Dorian had messaged: [Freya, don’t think marrying Gideon is going to get to me or Alyssa. Let me make it clear. I didn’t care about you before, and I’m not going to regret it now.] Gideon also had texted: [Freya, Alyssa can’t handle the fact that I’m marrying you. Let’s postpone the wedding.] The messages were all accusations and threats—not a single one asked how I was doing. I could feel my heart slowly turning to ash. Setting the phone aside, I closed my eyes, resigned to my fate, and said to the doctor, “There’s no need. I don’t have any family. Please proceed with the abortion.” The doctor hesitated for a moment but ultimately nodded, respecting my decision. Soon, I found myself lying on the operating table. The harsh glare of the lights was so blinding I couldn’t keep my eyes open, and the anesthesia gradually began to take hold. Even so, I could still feel the cold instruments stirring inside me. I felt nothing but just a numb emptiness as I closed my eyes. The procedure didn’t just take the baby—it scraped away the last remnants of my feelings for family and love. There was nothing left for me here anymore, nothing worth staying for. When the procedure was over, I lay on the hospital bed, resting. Suddenly, hurried footsteps broke the silence. I opened my eyes to see Gideon bursting in. Our eyes met, and panic flickered in me. I hadn’t hidden the abortion paperwork on the bedside table. But before I could react, Gideon rushed forward and grabbed my hand tightly. “Freya, Alyssa has agreed to let us get married.” I furrowed my brows and just stayed silent. Then, Gideon pulled out a document. “She said she’ll agree to therapy and accept our marriage if you sign this agreement to give up your claim to the Davis family inheritance.” Upon hearing that, I felt my heart, which had already fallen into despair, still gave a sharp and painful jolt at that moment. So, this was why he rushed over—not out of concern for me, but for Alyssa. When the effects of the anesthesia faded, a dull ache began to radiate from my lower abdomen. Watching the man before me, entirely consumed with worry for another woman, I felt the final trace of love I had for him dissolve into nothing. I thought, “Gideon, do you even realize? Your deceitful pretense of love hurts more than Dorian’s blatant cruelty ever could.” Taking a deep breath to suppress the storm of emotions, I said calmly, “Give me the pen.” Gideon’s eyes brightened instantly as he hurriedly placed the pen in my hand. With deliberate strokes, I then signed my name. The moment the last stroke was complete, Gideon pulled me into his arms, and his voice trembled with joy. “Freya, I can finally marry you!” At that moment, I couldn’t tell if his happiness was for marrying me or for securing everything Alyssa wanted. But it didn’t matter anymore. Outside, the roar of helicopter blades echoed loudly. It was the private butler Jameson had arranged for me, arriving with the fake death certificate to take me away. Gideon didn’t notice a thing and hurriedly left with the agreement relinquishing my inheritance. The next moment, a butler in a perfectly tailored suit stepped into the room. He gave a polite nod at my bedside and asked, “Are you ready to leave, Ms. Westbrook?” I glanced at the abortion paperwork on the bedside table, placed it beside the death certificate, and stood up, alone in every sense of the word. “Let’s go.” The butler gave a simple “Yes” before escorting me to board the waiting helicopter. Soon, everything I’d known became specks beneath me. I took one last look below and whispered silently to myself, “Goodbye, Mom. Goodbye, Dad. Goodbye, Gideon.”

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In the fourth month of my pregnancy, my husband, Marcus Whitaker, and I had a late-night heart-to-heart, promising to be completely honest with each other. The atmosphere was warm and intimate, but then his expression turned serious. He said he slept with my sister, Ivy Langston. The room fell silent, and my smile froze on my face. He quickly waved it off as a joke, but then, almost casually, added, “But Ivy is really beautiful. Especially her stomach… it’s so flat and soft. I mean, it’s obvious, right? A woman who’s never been pregnant would have smooth, flawless skin there.” His tone was nonchalant, but the look in his eyes was wistful. In that moment, I knew what he really meant. Five years ago, I’d been pregnant. The baby died shortly after birth, and ever since, he’d secretly referred to me as “a second-hand house” when talking to his friends. And it wasn’t just a harmless joke. I drafted a divorce agreement and placed it, along with my miscarriage report, on his bedside table. Not long after I left, he lost his mind. That was when he finally remembered the baby I lost five years ago was his. ***** After my latest prenatal checkup, Marcus took me to one of my favorite restaurants. My morning sickness had been relentless, and I had to excuse myself multiple times to run to the restroom. When I returned, pale and exhausted, he suddenly broke the silence. “I dreamed of having sex last night,” he said. I looked up, puzzled. Since my pregnancy, we hadn’t been intimate. The doctor had said my health was too fragile for any strenuous activity. I didn’t understand why he’d bring up this topic. Before I could ask, he dropped the bombshell. “But the person was Ivy.” Ivy was my sister. We’d grown up together, but after I got married, we’d drifted apart. As far as I knew, she and Marcus barely knew each other. He said it so casually, then went right back to eating, as if it was nothing. Meanwhile, I sat frozen in place, the words echoing in my mind. He had mentioned this before, during our late-night chat. This was the second time today. What kind of man brought up sleeping with another woman twice in one day? I gripped my fork tightly. “And?” I asked, my voice tight. He glanced at me, his eyes lingering for a moment before he looked away with a shrug. “And? Well… it felt pretty good.” I couldn’t eat another bite. The nausea hit me like a wave, and I barely managed to hold back the bile rising in my throat. Gagging, I bolted for the restroom. When I came out, he was waiting by the door. Without missing a beat, he reached for my hand, his grip warm and firm. “Don’t take it to heart,” he said lightly. “I was just joking.” Then he leaned in, pinching my pale cheek as if to tease me. “Look at you, all worked up again. You’re still as timid as ever.” His tone was so casual and so unbothered, like he truly believed he’d done nothing wrong. After paying the bill, he held my hand as we walked to the parking lot. But with every step, the chill in my heart deepened. Once we were in the car, he leaned over to buckle my seatbelt, his movements gentle and familiar. “I’ll grab you something to settle your stomach,” he said, brushing a kiss against my forehead. “Just wait here, okay? I’ll be quick.” Because of a past car accident, I’d developed a fear of cars. To reassure me, he always held my hand during drives. Even when he had to step away, he’d make sure I was calm before leaving. He was still so attentive and careful. If I hadn’t heard his words with my own ears, I would’ve believed he was the perfect husband. As I sat there, I noticed his phone on the seat. The screen lit up, and a message popped up from Ivy. [Same place tonight. I’ve already booked the room.] My chest tightened, and my hands trembled as I stared at the screen. So it wasn’t just a joke. In the distance, I saw Marcus turning back, probably realizing he’d forgotten his phone. I closed my eyes, forcing down the storm of emotions rising inside me. Taking a deep breath, I locked the screen and placed the phone back where I’d found it.

Marcus opened the car door, scratching his head with a sheepish smile. “Look at me. I forgot my phone.” He unlocked the phone and when he saw the message, a faint glimmer of satisfaction flashed across his face. I caught the shift in his expression but said nothing. When he came back, he was holding a big bag of food. He handed me a cup of steaming coffee and said with a casual tone, “Declan’s been craving a game, babe. I’m sorry, you’ll have to take care of yourself tonight. I’m heading out to play a few rounds with him.” I glanced at the bag on the seat behind him, mostly ready-to-eat meals. He said it so easily, as if everything was in perfect order. This was how he’d always been, so thoughtful and considerate. It made me believe, without a doubt, that he loved me deeply. He leaned over and kissed my cheek gently, his hand resting on my growing belly. “Take care of your mom tonight, little one. I’ll be back a bit late.” His voice was so gentle and loving that it would make anyone think he was the ideal father-to-be. But the familiar wave of nausea hit me again, and I fought to push it down. Even with the warmth of the coffee in my hands, I couldn’t shake the cold feeling creeping through my body. Before, he would’ve noticed something was off with me immediately. But now, after seeing that message from Ivy, his mind was somewhere else entirely. Just before I got out of the car, I asked casually, “What time will you be back tonight? I’ll wait for you.” He barely glanced up from his phone, distracted. “Declan’s tough to beat. Maybe by eleven. You should head inside.” I grabbed the heavy bag of food, feeling like it was weighing me down with every step. The moment I stepped out of the car, the door slammed shut, and the car sped off quickly. I was startled by the suddenness, my heart racing in panic. He knew how much I feared cars, yet after seeing that message, he couldn’t care less. I stood alone on the empty street, my chest aching with an unbearable weight. The ridiculous part was that Declan Mercer was Ivy’s boyfriend. Even though we hadn’t been as close in recent years, I’d always cared about her. She was the family I trusted the most. The few times Marcus had interacted with her were during her visits to see me. But I remembered the way her eyes lit up when she first saw him. He had mentioned it, but I never thought much of it, joking, “Ivy always gets starry-eyed around handsome guys. Consider it a compliment. She likes your looks!” I never imagined she could be interested in my husband. But reality shattered that illusion. While I was struggling with severe morning sickness, unable to eat or sleep, the two people I loved the most were betraying me. The pain hit me like a slap, a feeling I couldn’t escape. It was only when I dug deeper that I realized just how far things had gone. After the conversation with Marcus the night before, I couldn’t sleep. His words about Ivy kept playing in my mind. As soon as I felt his breathing steady beside me, I grabbed my phone and started scrolling through both his and Ivy’s social media. Marcus didn’t post much, and when he did, it was usually about me. Ivy’s posts, on the other hand, were mostly makeup tips and fashion. But something in my gut told me this wasn’t the whole story. I went through her liked posts one by one, and what I found made my blood run cold.

From time to time, Ivy would use a few accounts to repost giveaway posts, asking me to help her like them. She probably didn’t realize one of those accounts still had my likes on it. When I clicked through the profile, I thought for a second that I had accidentally opened a porn website. There, in front of me, were a series of suggestive photos, different lingerie sets, all worn by the same woman. And standing behind her was a man with his chest exposed. In nearly every image, she was draped over him, striking one provocative pose after another. The man, playing along, had his hand resting on her soft belly, his large palm seeming to engulf her tiny waist. The contrast was raw, almost animalistic. The captions were just as daring. [What should I do if I slept with my sister’s husband? Hope she doesn’t hate me for it.] The comment section thought it was all a joke and offered playful suggestions. [Divorce? Nah, he adores my sister. He’s not leaving her.] [My sister’s pregnant, and I’ve had my eye on her husband for ages. So, yeah… I just went for it.] Then, as the comments grew bolder, some started calling her out. [My sister and I look so much alike. Why does she get such a good guy, and I don’t?] [If you want him, just take him, right? Guess what? I did. LOL.] At first, I convinced myself that it was just Ivy being her usual over-the-top self. She’d always been that way. Posting strange and cryptic things wasn’t anything new. Plus, I never thought Marcus would cheat. But then I came across one particular picture, and suddenly, all my confidence shattered. In that photo, Ivy was lying on the man’s chest, her body pressed so close. And just above his heart, the tattoo was my initials. I remembered when he had gotten that tattoo, he swore to me, “Evelyn, I’m putting you as close to my heart as possible. I’ll love you forever.” But the caption that went with that picture was: [My sister’s husband is amazing in bed. He even said it’s way better than with my sister.] [Men just love little temptresses like me.] As I looked at the sleeping face of Marcus in the photo, everything inside me came crashing down. I rushed to the bathroom, vomiting until I thought I might pass out. His promises were still echoing in my head, but the man who had made them had already turned his back on me. As memories of everything we’d been through together flashed before my eyes, I tried to tell myself it wasn’t real. But today, his blatant hints had destroyed every last piece of hope. He really betrayed me. Around 11 PM, Marcus called. “Evelyn, Declan’s friend just opened a new internet cafe. He wants me to join him for an all-nighter, so I won’t be home tonight.” I could hear his breath, heavy and forced, as if he was trying to hide something. I lowered my gaze and, keeping my voice steady, asked, “Still not done with the game?” On the other end, I heard a soft giggle from a woman, followed by the sound of someone muffling a moan. Marcus quickly replied, “Go to sleep early. I’ll make you breakfast tomorrow.” The call ended with a click, leaving me with the sound of a busy signal. I stared out at the dark night beyond the window, feeling a coldness spread inside me, like I was trapped in an endless void.   Even though the giggle was soft, I immediately recognized it was Ivy. I had become an unwilling part of their twisted little game. I had expected to break down and cry, but strangely, I felt unnervingly calm. Without a second thought, I dialed Declan. “Evelyn, what’s up at this hour?” “Is Marcus with you?” I asked directly. There was a brief, noticeable pause on the other end, before Declan quickly gathered himself. “Yeah, Marcus said the weather’s nice and invited me for a night jog. “He went to buy water, so he’ll probably be a while.” A cold, bitter smile pulled at the corner of my mouth. One lie after another had been spun into a huge web, trapping me for all these years. I spoke in an icy tone, “Declan, stop lying. I know Marcus is cheating on me.” There was a brief silence from him. Just as he was about to come up with an excuse, I had already sent him Ivy’s post. When he saw the content, he went dead silent, disbelief flooding his voice. “How could this… Ivy, she would never…” He’d been covering for Marcus, and now the truth had turned the tables on him. It turned out that someone was even more pitiful than I was. Declan’s voice was shaky, and after a long pause, he finally let out a heavy sigh. “Evelyn, I’m sorry. Thank you for telling me the truth. “If there’s anything I can do to help, just say the word.” I did need something from him. “Gather all the evidence of Marcus’ affair and send it to me.” He agreed quickly and then hesitated before asking, “Evelyn… do you want a divorce?” “Yes.” After a long silence, he sent over a few screenshots of their chat. “This is all I could find for now. If you need more, I’ll dig around some more.” I closed my eyes for a moment. “Thanks.” I hung up, taking several deep breaths to steady myself before finally opening the images. Even though I had mentally prepared myself, seeing what was in those pictures made my world spin. My blood seemed to rush to my head, and I nearly collapsed. A wave of anger and injustice rushed through me, and I shook uncontrollably, my hands losing their grip on the phone. It slipped from my fingers and hit the floor. I collapsed to my knees, my hands clutching my face as I cried. The phone screen, still on, displayed the text so clearly. Declan: [Marcus, next time you use me as an excuse for your affair, could you give me a heads up? You almost blew my cover!] Marcus’ reply was indifferent. [Don’t worry. She won’t suspect it.] Declan: [Evelyn’s so gorgeous. Aren’t you satisfied? Nine months isn’t that long to wait.] Marcus took forever to reply this time. He seemed disgusted by the topic. [She’s just got a pretty face. Who knows how many men she’s been slept with before?] [Thinking about her having a kid… it makes me sick. If it wasn’t for her still being able to have children, I wouldn’t even bother with her.] I couldn’t bring myself to look at any more of it. Tears streamed down my face. My stomach twisted painfully, and I felt nauseous, but nothing came up. I cried so hard I couldn’t breathe properly, until I shakily picked up the phone again. Seeing Marcus’ profile picture, my own photo used as his avatar, I felt disoriented. My stomach clenched, almost as though it was protesting on my behalf. I could’ve chosen to forget it all and move on with my life, but the moment I saw Marcus again, I threw myself at him without hesitation. In the eyes of the man I loved so deeply, I was nothing but dirty, yet that child who died right after birth five years ago was also his.

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The wedding had reached the ring exchange. My husband, Adrian Blake, stood there, but it was Sienna Lowell, his beloved, who appeared in a wedding dress, standing right in front of him. She looked at him and asked, “Adrian, you once promised me that if I ever wore a wedding dress, you’d marry me in the next life. Does that still hold true?” In an instant, Adrian’s eyes reddened. He pulled Sienna into a tight embrace and said, his voice thick with emotion, “Yes. In the next life, you will be my bride, and only you.” Sienna shot me a smug look. “Eleanor, you’ll have to take good care of Adrian for me.” Guests murmured among themselves, eager to see me make a fool of myself. I stood there, watching the two of them kiss passionately, completely oblivious to everything around them. With a smile, I shoved my bouquet into Sienna’s hands. “If that’s the case, why don’t you just marry him? “You’re just the other woman. No matter how sweetly you speak, it won’t change the truth.” ***** Eight years of marriage, and I swallowed my bitterness, bending over backward to please the Blake family, all in the hopes of saving this loveless, business-driven marriage. Then, unexpectedly, I got pregnant, and that was when the Blake family finally agreed to give me a wedding. I thought that with a child on the way, Adrian might finally come around. But right now, he was still holding Sienna, the one he had always cherished, kissing her as if the world didn’t matter. My heart twisted in pain as I bit my lip, trying to hold back the tears. In that moment, I couldn’t take it anymore. Why did I always have to sacrifice for everyone else? Because of my words, Sienna went pale, almost collapsing into Adrian’s arms. “Adrian… I feel so sick. Is it my condition acting up?” Adrian’s face turned pale as he scooped her up and rushed out of the hotel. Before he left, he turned to me, furiously shouting, “Eleanor, your jealousy is completely irrational. If anything happens to Sienna, I swear I won’t forgive you!” Neither Adrian’s parents nor my own father could stop him. The cameras flashed relentlessly, and the priest stood awkwardly beside me. My father slapped me across the face, his anger erupting. “You worthless fool! Can’t even keep your husband.” With that, he told me to think things through and left me standing there, alone. Adrian’s mother shot me a cold look. “Eleanor, don’t blame me for saying this, but why are you throwing a tantrum in front of everyone? Now you’ve driven Adrian away, and all anyone’s going to do is laugh at both our families!” To Adrian’s mother, being married to him meant swallowing all your hurt and never humiliating him publicly. How ridiculous. If that was what was expected of me, then I wouldn’t marry him. As the guests trickled out, I walked outside, clutching my wedding dress, watching the cars drive away one by one. The storm was fierce, lightning flashing, rain pouring. Behind me, the once-bustling banquet hall stood empty. When the Blake family’s car finally drove off, my father’s car pulled up in front of me. The back window rolled down, revealing my father’s grim expression. The hurt I had been holding inside hit me all at once. I bit back the tears, my voice trembling as I said, “Dad…” Just as I reached for the door handle, I heard the sound of it locking. I froze in disbelief. My father’s voice was cold with fury. “Eleanor, this marriage was bought with your mother’s life. You’d better reflect on yourself and find a way to win Adrian back. “You’re carrying his child now. No matter what, Sienna can’t compete with you.” I couldn’t believe my ears. “Dad, what are you saying?” He ignored me, ordered the driver to start the car, and with the window rolling back up, the car sped off. The hem of my wedding dress got soaked by the rain, and as I watched the car disappear into the distance, the tears I’d been holding back finally began to fall. The hotel was on top of a mountain with no signal or taxis. I borrowed an umbrella from a staff member, noticing the pity in her eyes as she handed it to me. Holding the umbrella and my heavy wedding dress, I trudged down the mountain in my high heels. The rain soaked me through, and every step became harder than the last. The heels of my shoes dug into my feet, leaving them raw and bleeding. Finally, halfway down the mountain, I got a signal on my phone. A dozen missed calls from Adrian popped up. There was also a text. He wanted to know why I couldn’t stand Sienna, insisting she was just a friend to him. I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. Adrian and I had been childhood sweethearts, and Sienna was just a poor girl I had helped back in high school. When I was eighteen, Adrian came to visit my family. But then a fire broke out. My mother pushed him out with her last strength, sacrificing herself in the flames. Her last words to him were, “Adrian, take care of Eleanor.” We had gotten engaged, and he had promised me he would always take care of me. But in college, he met Sienna. She took advantage of my kindness, worming her way between us until she captured his heart. The person who had once promised to protect me now had someone else he wanted to protect more.

I snapped back to reality when my phone pinged with a video. It was from Sienna. In the video, Adrian was holding her close, his eyes red, repeatedly kissing her forehead as he begged, “Sienna, please, don’t let anything happen to you.” A sharp pang hit my chest as I recalled the time I had a car accident, my legs crushed and shattered. I was left lying in a pool of blood until strangers rushed me to the hospital. When I came to, I begged them to call Adrian. His response was cold and indifferent. “What’s the point of calling if you’re not dead? Am I a doctor? What do you expect me to do?” I spent a month in the hospital, but he never showed up. Later, I learned that on that day, Sienna and he had gotten into a fight, and when she accidentally fell down the stairs and hurt her ankle, all his anger and worry shifted onto me. I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh, my heart heavy with self-mockery. It took me all these years to realize that I had wasted eight years of my life on a man who wasn’t worth a second of it. I walked down the mountain, ready to take a taxi when Adrian’s call came in. I answered, and his voice came at me like a slap. “Eleanor, Sienna is having an anxiety attack because of you. Get over here and apologize!” Struggling to hold my umbrella against the fierce wind, I replied, “I’m still at the hotel.” At that moment, a thunderstorm cracked overhead, and the rain came down harder. Adrian faltered for a moment, his tone suddenly tinged with concern. “You’re alone at the hotel? Didn’t they take you back? Where’s the driver? “Forget it. I’ll come get you…” Before he could finish, Sienna’s voice broke through, thick with tears. “Adrian, is Eleanor still mad at me? It’s all my fault… “I love you so much. I know I’m not as good as her…” Adrian immediately rushed to comfort her. A few seconds later, he barked into the phone, “Eleanor, what’s your problem? Why make such a big deal out of something so small? If you could just be more generous, I wouldn’t…” All the lingering attachment I had vanished in an instant. A bitter smile curled on my lips as I cut him off. “Adrian, let’s get a divorce. “I’m not apologizing to Sienna. I’ll step aside. Let the two of you have each other.” If they were so in love, then I’d make way for this pair of scumbags. It was him who promised to love me forever and take care of me for the rest of my life. I believed in him, and that was why I chose him. Why couldn’t he just stay true to it? I hung up and took a taxi. Without a second thought, I told the driver to take me to the hospital. The wind and rain battered the car window, and with every drop that hit the glass, the numbness in my heart slowly started to come back. When I entered the hospital, the nurse took one look at my wedding dress and asked if I needed help. I forced a smile. “Can you schedule an abortion for me?” The nurse froze, her eyes full of sympathy. As I paid for the procedure, I noticed Adrian and Sienna nearby. They didn’t see me, but I overheard their conversation. Adrian’s voice was icy. “Sienna, Eleanor needs to apologize for what she’s done. “She’s been with me for eight years, and no one else is ever going to want her. If she still wants to be my wife, she’d better start listening.” I stood frozen in the corner. I thought after everything that had happened today, my heart wouldn’t hurt anymore, but it still did. As I lay on the operating table, I saw the ultrasound image of the baby. A tear slipped from my eye. The doctor said, “The baby is healthy. Are you sure you don’t want to keep it? “You can still discuss it with the father.” I thought of their smug faces, gritted my teeth, and replied, “No. Just get rid of it.”

After the surgery, I spent two days in the hospital. When I finally went home, it felt eerily quiet and empty. It seemed like Adrian had been with Sienna this whole time. Just as I was lost in thought, Sienna’s message popped up, right on cue. It was a video. There was Adrian in the kitchen, wearing an apron, cooking for her. Sienna sent a message: [Eleanor, so what if you married Adrian? He only loves me.] I clicked my tongue. Of course, she’d included more pictures, just to rub it in. Her social media had been flooded with updates, her with Adrian, getting all this attention for being spoiled and doted on. Everyone was watching, envying her. I quickly took screenshots of everything and saved them as evidence, then blocked her. After packing up my things, I checked into a hotel. I took a long bath, then collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. I hadn’t gone into work these past few days, just resting at the hotel. In the meantime, my dad had called me a few times. When he found out I wasn’t with Adrian, he immediately started yelling. “If you don’t fix things with Adrian, you’re not my daughter!” I didn’t hesitate. “I’m not going back to him.” Then, I blocked him too. When I finally showed up at the office, I noticed everyone was acting weird around me. My secretary came up to me, looking uneasy. “Ms. Sterling, there’s a huge scandal online! No one knew you and Mr. Blake were married… “Everyone thought Sienna was his wife.” I pulled up the news and immediately saw the headline: [Heiress Steals Groom!] I glanced through the post, and it was just another scandalous story about a high-society wedding gone wrong. The headline painted a picture of the groom abandoning his wife to run off with his lover. Even the Blake Group had been dragged through the mud. Then, Adrian called. “Eleanor, you need to handle the online mess! What have you been doing all this time?” I snorted, “This is your problem, not mine. You can deal with it.” Before, I would’ve jumped in to help him clean up his mess, but now, I didn’t owe him anything anymore. Later, when work was over, Adrian was waiting for me outside the building. He rushed over, grabbed my arm, and practically shoved me into his car. “Why are you still throwing a tantrum? Sienna almost had a breakdown, and you’re still acting like this? You’re being petty. “You’re 30, for crying out loud. Stop throwing these childish fits. “Fine. I’ll take you to your favorite restaurant, and we’ll call it even.” He handed me a gift box. Inside was a butterfly brooch. The price tag was still attached, and the six-figure price practically slapped me in the face. It reminded me of how, whenever we fought in the past, he would buy me things, cook for me, or make a list of stuff for me to choose from, trying to fix things with some shallow gesture. But now, it felt so hollow, like I was supposed to just accept whatever he threw my way. I ignored the smug look on his face, tossing the box aside in the car. “I don’t want it. Give it to Sienna instead. She might like it more. “After all, she’s already wearing the wedding ring you gave me yesterday. One more ring won’t make a difference.” His expression immediately shifted, the smugness fading as a flicker of unease passed over his face. I continued, “Look, I’m not throwing a tantrum here. I’ve just come to my senses. Since you and Sienna are so determined to be together, I’ll step aside. We’ll find a time, and you can divorce me.” It was almost laughable. When Adrian and I first got married, he’d claimed he was too busy to have a wedding, and I didn’t mind. But then, one night at a gathering, I saw them, Adrian holding Sienna close, surrounded by friends. He’d said, “I don’t feel much for Eleanor anymore. “Her mom saved me, and her family’s company helps mine. Giving her a title is just my way of repaying her. “But my love? That’s for Sienna, and only her.” I stood there outside the door, my heart breaking as they kissed, oblivious to the pain they were causing. Our marriage was nothing but a bargain and gesture of sympathy. And now, I didn’t want it anymore.   Adrian’s eyes were blazing red with anger. He slammed his hand hard on the steering wheel and shouted, “Eleanor, are you threatening me now? “All these years you’ve been kissing up to my family like a dog, and you’ve gone to all that trouble just to get pregnant with my kid. What? You don’t want to be my wife anymore? “It’s not like I didn’t plan on giving you a wedding. I’ll make it up to you next time! We’re already married, and yet Sienna still gets nothing. How long are you going to keep dragging this out?” He always thought I’d used some kind of trick to get pregnant with his child. But the truth was, that night, he’d been drunk and said that if I wanted to secure my place, I needed to have a child. And after one night of madness, I got pregnant. But now, Adrian regretted it. He honked the car horn sharply, his frustration mounting. If it were me from the past, I’d apologize, grovel, whatever it took. But today, I just didn’t care anymore. Adrian drove in silence, his face tense, clearly waiting for me to beg for his forgiveness. But I didn’t say a word. His eyes flicked to me, looking confused. I closed my eyes and turned my face to the window, pretending I didn’t see him. “Dear,” he said awkwardly, like he wasn’t sure how to address me anymore. But I acted like I didn’t hear. Just as we were nearing our destination, Sienna was calling him. Her voice came through, sweet but trembling with fake tears. “Adrian, the power went out at my place, and I’m all alone, so scared… I feel like there are eyes on me… Am I going to die?” I was about to lose my patience. Anyone could tell she was faking it, but Adrian, as usual, was blind to it, falling for her act every time. Before he could speak, I cut him off, “Pull over. You go ahead.” Adrian blinked, clearly stunned. “Aren’t you jealous? Don’t you want to throw a tantrum and beg me to stay?” I scoffed, rolling my eyes. In the past, I’d have thrown a fit whenever Adrian was about to go see Sienna. He’d yell at me, calling me petty, accusing me of being a jealous wife. And he’d tell me to learn from Sienna, how she was always so sweet and kind. I grabbed my bag, opened the door, and was about to get out of the car when Adrian grabbed my wrist. “Eleanor, I’ll just check on her. I’ll be right back. “Go home and wait for me. Don’t worry. You’re the only one who can be my wife.” I interrupted him. “Don’t waste time. She needs you right now, so hurry up and go.” Adrian tightened his grip on my wrist. “Don’t be jealous…” I pulled my hand free, grinning. “I’m not.” I stepped out of the car and hailed a taxi back to the hotel. After grabbing a quick bite, I went straight to bed. I didn’t know how much time had passed before Adrian’s call woke me up. His voice was hesitant, but urgent. “Eleanor, Sienna really needs me right now. You go ahead and eat. Don’t wait for me.” I yawned, completely unbothered. “I already ate.” There was a long pause on the other end of the line, then his voice came back, a little sharper, tinged with frustration. “Are you doing this on purpose?” I chuckled coldly and hung up, sinking back into bed to sleep. The next morning, I woke up to a dozen missed calls and a barrage of messages from him, each one more desperate than the last. [Eleanor, so you want to play this game, huh? Fine. Don’t say I didn’t warn you!] I still didn’t get what he meant. But when I got to the office and saw that Sienna had been promoted to director, with all my projects now under her name, I finally understood. Sienna had been parading around in front of me, acting all high and mighty, and I’d just brushed her off as a joke. Meanwhile, Adrian was picking her up for lunch every day, buying her gifts, and looking at me like I was the enemy. I honestly wondered if his brain had gone off the rails. The gossip online was blowing up, but the Blake Group hadn’t said a word in response. It wasn’t until two days later that Adrian showed up at my door, and the first thing he said was, “Next week, you’re coming with me to a press conference to clear the air. We’re going to announce that Sienna isn’t the mistress. “It’s you who ruined my relationship with her, and you trapped me into marrying you by getting pregnant.”   “Are you out of your mind?” I shot him a sharp look. Adrian clearly didn’t like my response, but he pressed on. “Look, after this whole mess, you’re still my wife. It’s just a little public criticism. “You’ve got the Sterling family behind you, but Sienna only has me. “And this whole situation? It’s a result of your impulsiveness at the wedding. You need to deal with it.” I didn’t even think twice and slapped him hard across the face. “Adrian, you’re disgusting. “Get out!” He froze for a second, clearly shocked, but didn’t try to retaliate. He left in a fit of rage, his pride wounded. Honestly, his words were almost laughable. Why should I help him and Sienna fix their mess? Did they think I was some kind of pushover? Not long after, his parents came knocking. With an air of superiority, they said, “Eleanor, don’t think that just because you’re pregnant with Adrian’s child, you can do whatever you want. “Your family still depends on our family’s support, and if you don’t want the contract to get canceled, you better do what Adrian tells you.” I gave them the same cold attitude I’d given Adrian. Then, without another word, I resigned from the Blake Group. I wasn’t desperate for a job. As I was a top-tier university graduate, companies were lining up for me. But when I reached out to them, everyone hesitated. I knew it was the Blake family pulling strings. But I wasn’t going to back down. Then, out of the blue, an overseas investment firm reached out. They were looking for an investment manager, and the pay was just as good as what I’d get locally. I hesitated, thinking about my dad being the only one at home. “Let me think about it, and I’ll get back to you soon.” As soon as I got back to the hotel, the butler called. “Ms. Sterling, Mr. Sterling is having an asthma attack. You should come home right away.” I panicked and rushed back. But when I opened the door, to my surprise, Adrian and his mother were there. My dad was sitting with them, happily sipping coffee and chatting. I froze, my heart sinking. I’d been betrayed again. To my father, I was nothing more than a pawn. At dinner, Adrian, ever the “thoughtful” husband, picked up food for me. My dad, seeing this, couldn’t stop praising him. “Eleanor, look how good Adrian is to you. Why are you still holding a grudge?” It was sickening. He was supposed to be the elder, yet here he was, groveling at Adrian’s feet because our company was struggling. He turned to Adrian’s mother, chatting as if I weren’t even there. “At the wedding, Eleanor was just too willful. I’ve already given her a good talking to.” My dad’s behavior made all my efforts over the past few days seem like a joke. Adrian shot me a smug look. “Peter, you’re exaggerating. “Eleanor and I are married, so I’m not going to make a big deal out of it. But as for the press conference…” The smugness in his voice made my stomach churn. I couldn’t hold it in anymore, slamming my glass down hard. “Enough, Dad, am I even your daughter? “Why is it that every time something happens, you never stand by me? I’ve told you a hundred times. I’m done with Adrian!” Adrian frowned, unable to understand why I was being so stubborn. I used to cave in whenever he spoke. My dad, angry, slammed his fork down and grabbed the ashtray. Without warning, he threw it at my head. Blood immediately started to trickle down. He snapped, “Eleanor, you’re not a kid anymore! You’re thirty years old. “Being with Adrian, you should be grateful and take good care of his family. “And now you’re talking about divorce? Over something so small at the wedding? You’re not just thinking about yourself. What about our family and the baby you’re carrying?” The pain in my head was intense. Adrian was stunned. He rushed to my side, clearly shaken. “Are you alright? I’ll take you to the hospital.” He glared at my dad. “Peter, Eleanor is my wife, and she’s carrying my child. If you ever raise your hand to her again, I won’t let it slide.” My dad’s face changed, and for the first time, he looked a little afraid. I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly and pushed Adrian’s hand away. “What are you pretending for? You’re the one who set all this up, aren’t you?” For a rare moment, I saw panic flash across his face, and he stammered, “Eleanor… let me explain…” “Fine. If you all want me to take the blame for Sienna being the third party, I’ll do it. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when it all blows up!”   I grabbed my bag and stormed out of the house. As I slid into the car, I glanced in the rearview mirror and saw Adrian chasing after me. He stood outside for a long time, his figure fading in the distance. His calls and texts flooded in. [Eleanor, I know this has been unfair to you. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you, I promise.] [I’ll arrange another wedding for us. This time, I’ll make sure it’s everything you deserve.] I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh. He knew I was wronged, but what did that change? Every time something involving Sienna came up, Adrian lost all sense of reason, and I was always going to be the one left holding the bag. I deleted his contact and blocked him without a second thought. After that, I went to the hospital to get my wounds treated. When I got home, my dad’s phone calls were relentless. “Eleanor, are you trying to kill me? If you don’t go make things right with Adrian, I’ll just let my asthma take me!” His voice, full of anger and frustration, made me close my eyes in exhaustion. When my mom was still around, my dad pampered me like no one else. But after she passed, and after my engagement to Adrian, it felt like he slowly started changing. I’d once been the recipient of so much love from both of them… I replied, “Your body is yours, Dad. If you want to suffer, go ahead, but I won’t stop you.” Then I hung up. I shot off a message to the company abroad, letting them know I was ready to join. ***** The press conference was scheduled for Monday. It was also the day the Sterling and Blake families would announce their partnership to develop a new product. It was almost comical. Even now, with everything going on, they were still trying to milk the media for profit. When I arrived in a white suit, the media swarmed around me instantly. Adrian and Sienna showed up shortly after, stepping out of the car. Seeing me surrounded by reporters, Adrian rushed forward and pulled me into his arms. “Make way! Clear the path!” I tried to pull away, but he leaned in and whispered urgently, “Be careful. You’re pregnant.” Flashes from the cameras hit me, blinding me for a moment. I let him guide me inside, ignoring the chaos. Once we were inside, the journalists had already set up their equipment. Sienna shot me a smug, taunting smile. I smirked internally, curious to see if she’d still be smiling in a minute. The interview kicked off, and two reporters immediately stood up, throwing sharp questions my way. “Ms. Sterling, don’t you feel ashamed for meddling in Ms. Lowell and Mr. Blake’s relationship?” “I heard you married Mr. Blake by drugging him, sleeping with him, and using dirty tricks to get pregnant. Is that really how the Sterling family raises their daughters?” “I’ve also heard that Ms. Lowell’s anxiety disorder was caused by you. Is that true?” Before I could respond, Adrian, looking as though he’d just seen a ghost, snapped, “Who told you to ask that?” I shot him a cold look, scoffing inwardly. There was no way he didn’t know what I’d be facing at this press conference. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, filled with regret and helplessness, but I wasn’t going to spare him a second glance. I took the microphone, smiling lightly. “Since you two are obviously such good friends of Sienna, I understand why you’d have no problem spreading rumors. I’ve heard worse.” They looked guilty but still tried to play tough. “Ms. Sterling, you keep avoiding the question. Are you feeling guilty?” I simply smiled back at them. Seeing my attitude, they didn’t dare press any further. After all, with so many cameras around, finding out who they were wouldn’t take much effort. Sienna, sensing something was off, pretended to look pale and weak, swaying on her feet. Adrian immediately rushed to her side and held her up. “Sienna, are you feeling bad again?” “I feel terrible, Adrian. I want to go home.” He glanced over at me briefly, then grabbed her hand. “Just a little longer. It’ll be over soon.” Sienna gritted her teeth, clinging to his arm like a lifeline. I watched them coldly, tuning out their drama as the questions kept coming, still filled with words like “homewrecker” and “shameless”. When it seemed like things were winding down, I opened my bag, pulled out a USB drive, and clicked it open. “You all like calling me the mistress? Why don’t you take a look and see who the real one is?” With that, the screen behind me flickered to life, instantly showing a series of photos of Sienna from her time studying abroad. Those were all images of her in intimate poses with several different men.

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The whole world knew that Mason Whitmore treasured his wife above all else. In order to fulfill my dream of becoming an actress, he was willing to spend several hundred million dollars to tailor a movie for me. Simply because I said I missed him, he braved a heavy snowstorm and walked over a dozen miles to visit me on set. Even on our wedding day, he had our love story broadcast on commercial screens worldwide, allowing seven billion people to witness our perfect romance. But deep down, I knew that my child and I were nothing but pawns to make his first love regret her decisions. Later, he got what he wanted, and I completely disappeared from his world. Yet, he went crazy… ***** “Are you sure you want to take this international flight? It’s a 30-hour journey, and such a young child might not be able to bear it.” “Yes, I’m sure.” After receiving my affirmative reply, the airline staff on the phone asked for my personal information and remarked, “You and Mr. Whitmore must have a great relationship. Are you going to Acria for a vacation together?” I smiled and didn’t respond. I just gently patted my daughter, who was sound asleep in the stroller. Acria was remote and sparsely populated. There, no one would recognize me or Mason. Only in that place could I give Anna a normal childhood. A moment later, I received a notification on my phone that the flight ticket had been successfully booked. The agent called, “Your flight ticket and documents are almost ready. The visa will likely take about another month to come through.” I thought, “A month…” I lowered my gaze, my eyes fixed on the printed itinerary by the bed. In the past, Mason always avoided being on camera, but this time, he agreed to join a couples’ variety show for the sake of our daughter. The destination for the final episode of the show was Uchya. That was where I decided to marry him. At that time, I was already a somewhat famous actress. Afraid of being recognized, we always moved around in secret. He was willing to stay with me without any complaints. By the deserted arch bridge, he handed me a contract and knelt on one knee before me, saying, “Charlotte, I’ve acquired the best film agency in the industry to support you. Have you considered giving me a rightful place in your life? I promise I will give you the most perfect love in the world. Back then, I didn’t know that, in truth, he had already broken his promise from the start. His so-called perfect love was nothing but a massive lie. The only person he ever loved was Harper Sterling, the first love who had resolutely abandoned him when he fell into a financial crisis. Later, after returning to the country, the two of them got entangled once again. And I, along with our child, were nothing more than tools he used to make her regret her choices after his success. The door creaked softly. Mason gently wrapped his arms around my waist from behind. The natural scent of sandalwood immediately enveloped me. “Darling, did Anna make a fuss today?” I shot him a cold look, subtly pushing him away, and asked, “Why are you back so early?” He chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to my cheek. “I missed my precious ones.” As he spoke, our daughter in the stroller began to cry. Mason, usually strict and decisive in public, immediately bent down and picked up Anna, gently rocking her in his arms. He let her wriggle around and wrinkle his expensive shirt. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. Daddy will make you some milk…” With that, he carried her into the kitchen. The glass door muffled the sound. His back was broad, and Anna obediently lay on his shoulder. While making milk for our daughter, he didn’t forget to warm up a bowl of dessert for me. Love for the wife and pampering of the daughter, what a heartwarming scene. But the next moment, a sharp ringtone broke the silence. The caller ID showed a sun emoji. My eyelashes fluttered, and I picked up Mason’s phone, which he had casually left on the coffee table. As soon as I answered, a cry echoed from the other end. “Mason, you already have a wife and a daughter. Why do you keep sleeping with me over and over again? What do you even take me for…” What a dramatic, tragic storyline it was, if the male lead hadn’t been my husband, that is. Mason, still unaware of what had just happened, gently shook Anna’s small hand in the kitchen and waved at me. He mouthed to me, “I love you.” The woman on the phone was still crying. I forced a bitter smile at him but didn’t respond to his silent declaration of love. After all, from that moment on, I no longer wanted that love.

When Mason returned with the milk bottle, his gaze automatically shifted to the two identical phones on the coffee table. “Who called you just now?” I answered honestly, “It’s your phone.” The moment my words fell, his expression stiffened. He quickly grabbed the phone and started checking the call log. It wasn’t until his finger stopped on the sun emoji that I casually added, “Maybe it was a wrong number. I only said a quick hello, and then there was complete silence. “I waited for over twenty seconds without hearing anything, so I just hung up.” With that, I took Anna from his arms and, feigning innocence, asked, “What’s wrong? You look a little strange, honey.” Of course, he shook his head. With a smile, he gently pressed a kiss to my forehead and said, “I suddenly feel like I love you even more.” After saying that, he awkwardly changed the subject. “Anna’s birthday happens to fall during that variety show. I planned to invest an extra few hundred thousand dollars to book the venue and celebrate her first birthday on the show.” I looked down at our daughter, sitting on the carpet and playing with toys, and though I was about to refuse, the words got caught in my throat. After all, it would be her only birthday with both parents present. ***** On the day of the recording, Mason held Anna in one arm, his other hand firmly holding mine. In front of us, a six-tiered cake full of childish charm stood, decorated with vibrant colors. “Anna, do you like the cake?” Colorful ribbons cascaded down in response, and Anna waved her little hands, reaching for them. She giggled and babbled excitedly. But then, without warning, a few words suddenly slipped out. “Da… Daddy!” The moment I clearly heard the sound, I stared in disbelief at my smiling daughter. A mix of emotions surged within me. Mason, on the other hand, was visibly thrilled, his expression showing unmasked joy. “Honey, did Anna just call me ‘Daddy’? Sweetheart, call it again,” he urged, his excitement showing. Under great excitement, he announced he would give every staff member on set a monetary gift worth several thousand dollars. Immediately, the dozens of staff members present broke into smiles, eager to shower Anna with praise. I held Anna’s hand and finally, from the heart, flashed a genuine smile because of her. Amidst the joyful atmosphere, there was suddenly a loud crash from the filming crew’s side. Following the sound, I looked over to see a woman with an innocent appearance, her eyes welling with tears, standing next to the knocked-over tripod. She shot a deep, lingering glance at Mason before she couldn’t hold back her tears any longer and turned to run off. Mason, who had just made a promise, instinctively stepped forward but froze when our eyes met, his expression quickly retracting. He complained in a low voice, trying to hide his true emotions, “No professionalism at all! Who brought this person in?” But when it came time for Anna’s first birthday ceremony, he seemed distracted. His gaze repeatedly flicked towards the filming crew as if searching for someone. As nightfall approached, he made an excuse to leave, saying he had something urgent to attend to. The ancient town, with its small bridges and flowing water, was bathed in the soft glow of yellow lights. It was almost nine o’clock. According to Mason’s original plan, we were supposed to take Anna to the Blessing Bridge to make Anna’s first birthday wish. But he still had not returned. The crew was waiting, and I sensed something was off. Reluctantly, I had no choice but to hurry and search for Mason with Anna in my arms. As we passed by the arch bridge, I caught sight of two intertwined figures in the shadows beside the bridge. The moment I heard the sound, I instinctively covered Anna’s ears. But I could only helplessly endure their intimate, breathy whispers piercing my eardrums. “Harper, why are you crying? Can’t you bear it?” Mason gripped her wrist tightly, pressing her body against the rough tree trunk. His voice carried a clear tone of mockery. “If you hadn’t gone abroad back then, you’d be the one walking the red carpet and getting admired. And today, it would be our child calling me ‘Daddy’. “Harper, do you regret it?” In the shadows, I couldn’t make out Harper’s expression, but her broken sobs were crystal clear. “Mason, I beg you, let me go, please.” Yet, as she pleaded, her bare arms clung to him even tighter. I watched them, more and more consumed by their passion, a cold smile spreading across my face. But inside, a great sorrow surged in my chest. Without noticing, the hand covering Anna’s ears relaxed unconsciously. At this moment, with a loud bang, the fireworks scheduled initially for 9:09 PM shot up into the sky. As our initials spread across the night, Anna, in my arms, was startled by the explosion and immediately began crying loudly. Not far away, the two entangled figures froze, their movements suddenly coming to a halt.

My heart skipped a beat, and in my panic, I held Anna tighter, afraid of being discovered. But soon, I realized my worry was completely unnecessary. The dazzling fireworks only deepened the intimacy between Mason and Harper. He was fully immersed in their passion, completely oblivious to the cries of his daughter, whom he usually cherished like a treasure. Given that, I saw no reason to continue playing along with him. I tightened my hold on the still-sobbing Anna, swallowing the bitterness that welled up inside me. With a resolute turn, I quickly sent a message to my manager: [Stop the film. I’m quitting the industry.] ***** Back at the hotel, Anna was already drowsy, her eyes half-closed. After settling her down, I began packing up our things. Less than half an hour later, the door was hurriedly pushed open. Mason, his clothes disheveled, stormed in. “Charlotte…” He looked at me, his eyes showing unmasked panic. “Why did you suddenly stop filming? Are you feeling sick?” I didn’t look up, my voice calm and distant. “I’m just tired.” His face stiffened for a moment, and then he quickly apologized, his tone sincere. “Sorry, darling. I went off to prepare a surprise for you and lost track of time.” As he spoke, he pulled out his phone and showed me an electronic contract. “These past two years, you’ve had to delay so much work for Anna. I’ve arranged 10% of the company’s shares for you, along with some foreign estates and islands as gifts. “Charlotte, you’ve worked so hard this year!” The assets worth a few hundred million dollars were transferred to my name just like that. If I hadn’t caught them entangled just now, I might have actually believed he still had some feelings for me. After speaking, Mason leaned in, reaching for Anna to hold her. I looked at his hand, still wearing the wedding ring, and felt a wave of nausea. Just a few minutes ago, that hand had been gripping Harper’s wrist, and they had been entangled in passion in the wilderness. And now, he had put on his good father mask, reaching to hold my pure, innocent daughter. As I was about to stop him, Anna, in the crib, seemed to sense something and suddenly burst into loud, heart-wrenching cries as if she despised Mason’s touch. A look of panic flashed across his face, and he seemed momentarily at a loss. I calmly picked up Anna, saying, “She is sleeping. Please don’t disturb her.” As he repeatedly encountered setbacks, Mason’s expression became increasingly awkward. He didn’t know what to say. After glancing at us a few times, he simply muttered a soft okay. For the next two days, Mason seemed to be busy with something, coming and going at all hours, but I didn’t care. He only told me that the manager was handling the issue regarding the filming pause and asked me to stay in Uchya for a while. I didn’t refuse, as there were still some formalities I hadn’t completed for leaving him. It wasn’t until the twentieth day that I finally received a message from my agent saying everything had been taken care of. But to my surprise, that very evening, Harper knocked on my door. I opened the door and saw her, her face covered in tears. The moment she saw me, she suddenly knelt at the doorstep with a thud. “Ms. Gomez, please help me…” She shoved a medical report into my hands, her voice cracking in despair. “I’m pregnant, and the child is Mason’s. “Ms. Gomez, Mason and I grew up together. He promised me that he would love only me in this lifetime. From the very beginning, his marriage to you, having children with you, was all to provoke me, to force me to come back to him! “You are so beautiful. Why hold on to this marriage? But me… my child and I need Mason! “I beg you, I beg you to return him to me!” At that moment, the elevator bell rang from nearby. The sound of rolling luggage wheels echoed. Mason lifted his gaze, and upon seeing Harper kneeling at my feet, the smile on his face completely froze.   “Charlotte!” He hurried to my side, not sparing even a glance for Harper. His voice, filled with panic I had never heard before, broke through the air. “What nonsense did she say to you?” I smiled, but there was no smile in my eyes. “She said… she’s pregnant with your child.” “That’s nonsense!” Before I could even finish, he sharply interrupted, his rebuttal instant and forceful. When he looked down at Harper, there was a genuine, unmistakable anger in his gaze. “Get out, now!” Harper trembled at his shout, her eyes flashing with a mix of unwillingness and defiance. But in the end, she still stood up and left. I watched her retreating figure, feeling nothing but ridicule. Mason spoke of loving me, yet his actions showed an apparent tenderness toward Harper. Even when she audaciously caused a scene in front of me, he still shielded her, not even sparing me a chance to scold her. I snapped back to reality. Mason tightened his grip on my hand, urgency, and desperation in his voice as he tried to explain, “Charlotte, you know how much I love you. I’ve given so much to you. How could I possibly cheat with some random, low-tier woman who just popped up out of nowhere? “Trust me, I can’t lose you!” He held my hand, his promise firm and resolute. I was truly exhausted. It seemed easier to go along with him than to expose everything. So, I forced a smile and played the role of the understanding, supportive wife. “You’re my husband. Of course, I believe you.” But this time, when he heard those words, he didn’t breathe a sigh of relief like before. I saw the panic and confusion in his eyes gradually intensify. I wondered, “What is he afraid of? Losing me and Anna?” I couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh in my heart, saying nothing more. After we returned home, Mason started spending more and more time away. I didn’t mind at all. In fact, I was quietly preparing to leave. But on the day our visa was finally approved, Anna suddenly developed a high fever and couldn’t stop crying. On that stormy night, the villa halfway up the mountain was impossible to reach by car, and the driver couldn’t get through either. I was at my wit’s end and had no choice but to call Mason. What I got in return was his soft refusal. “Charlotte, there’s an urgent matter at the company. I just landed. “Anna is older now. Just give her some fever medicine, and she’ll be fine.” I held Anna tightly in my arms, her voice hoarse from crying. For a moment, I was so angry I couldn’t even speak. But Mason didn’t seem to notice at all. After casually responding with a few words, he hung up the phone. In helplessness, I had no choice but to leave the burning-hot child all alone in the backseat. Amidst her cries, I drove to the hospital on my own. On that rainy night, with car accidents on the rise, the emergency room was chaotic, filled with the sound of voices. I was holding Anna, struggling to manage a stack of medical records in my hands. As I was calming her down while she got an IV, my eyes met Mason’s, who was pushing a hospital bed out of the ward. In that brief moment, I saw Harper lying on the bed, her face pale, completely ignoring Mason, who was standing there in a daze. He grabbed my arm first. “Charlotte, it’s not what you think!” he said, opening his mouth to explain. But his hand, which had been hanging at his side, was suddenly grabbed by Harper. Amidst the noise, I only heard her weak voice. “Mason, my stomach hurts so much. Please stay with me…” Upon hearing that, he could only force out a wry smile and softly plead, “Charlotte, this is a misunderstanding. Wait for me to come home and explain. “Please, wait for me!” I ignored him completely. After all, I had no interest in waiting for his explanation anymore. I couldn’t be bothered to watch him wrack his brain for more disgusting excuses in front of me. Since he was so determined to be with Harper, I might as well help this couple. After confirming Anna’s condition with the doctor once again, I immediately changed the flight from a week later to tomorrow. At half past three in the morning, the IV infusion ended. I took Anna back to the villa and placed the divorce papers and wedding ring I had prepared earlier on the coffee table. Without packing a single thing, I headed straight for the airport. Everything here reeked of Mason’s disgusting presence. It wasn’t worth bringing it halfway across the world. The sunrise coincided perfectly with the plane’s boarding. I took a picture with my phone, along with the caption I had prepared in advance, and sent it on Twitter. [Four years of companionship, may we meet again someday.] The next second, my phone started ringing. I looked at the ID “Mason Whitmore” flashing on the screen and coldly pressed the power button to shut it off.

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The night before my wedding, I, Katrina Roberts, received a wedding dress that didn’t fit my body. Kevin Blunt, who had been my boyfriend for seven years, snatched it from my hands with a frown and said indifferently, “It’s not for you.” The next day, his childhood sweetheart, Lindsay Palmer, tried it on, and it perfectly fitted her. While looking at her with affection, Kevin said to me without even turning his head, “Don’t blame her. She just likes wearing beautiful outfits.” Then, he didn’t even come back home on our wedding night. So, I went to the hospital to abort the fetus in my womb and called the HR from Kevin’s competitor, Rachel Gill, and accepted their offer. “Rachel, I’ll be coming to work next week,” I said. ***** After pressing the sending button, I felt relieved. Meanwhile, Kevin hadn’t come back home for a whole night and just texted me as if he just discovered that he still had a wife. Kevin: [Do you wake up?] Without receiving my reply, he texted me again. Kevin: [Lindsay smeared the wedding dress yesterday. She didn’t mean to. Remember to take the dress for dry-cleaning when you wake up.] As expected, he contacted me for Lindsay. I blacklisted him and called the most renowned divorce lawyer around town, Max Groves. “Do you take a divorce case involving a marriage that just lasts one day?” As soon as I spoke that out, I couldn’t help but mock myself realizing that my seven-year affection for Kevin ended up in embarrassing vain. Max was apparently astonished and could only say, “Sure. Can you tell me the details about your request?” The conversation with the lawyer continued until noon when Kevin, who didn’t even take the groom’s suit off, cracked the door of my room open. When seeing me, he said nothing but asked with a frown, “Why didn’t you reply to my text?” In fact, I anticipated his question, as I always replied to him almost within a second after he texted me. During all these years of our relationship, I could only get a few words from his text reply. The few times he texted me on his own initiative, it was all for Lindsay. Hanging up the phone, I said perfunctorily, “I got up too late to see your messages.” Kevin didn’t seem to give a damn about my response and put his legs on the table after sitting beside me. Then, he immersed himself in his cell phone with a hint of a smile. Obviously, he was texted Lindsay. Without even looking up, he ordered, “Can you massage my shoulders? I feel so tight around there.” He probably didn’t pay attention to what I just said. Tilting my head, I suddenly noticed a kiss mark on his neck and felt so sick. No response from me irritated Kevin as he rubbed the skin between his eyebrows and said, “Are you not going to do what I say forever? Remember you’re an adult, not a kid, so stop being particular about all these trivial matters and…” The last half of his speech was interrupted as I stood up. “Tell me which part is tight,” I said calmly. Kevin stopped grumbling for a second. He was about to speak something again when he glimpsed the floor mirror opposite the sofa. Seeing my fingers placed near the striking kiss mark on his neck, he bounced up from the sofa as if getting an electric shock. As he stood up unnaturally, Kevin said something to justify his weird behavior, “Alright, you don’t have to massage me. I brought you lunch. Let me heat it up for you, okay?” After he grabbed his phone and fled into the kitchen, I raised my head and saw my ashen face in the mirror. The pain of abortion still lingered in my body, but he didn’t have the slightest clue that our kid had been aborted. Pressing my lips, I clicked on my Instagram and saw a picture enclosed with location information posted by Lindsay. It was taken in an upscale seafood restaurant with a text: [My darling took me to experience a wedding yesterday and took me to enjoy the seafood cuisine. I’m so happy, though it’s a little sorry to waste the food as I have a petite appetite.] In the photo, Kevin lowered his head to carefully wipe the oil stains from the corners of her mouth. They were as close to each other as newlywed lovebirds I gave it a thumbs up. There was a burnt smell coming from the kitchen, and Kevin hurriedly served the hot lunch to me. From the screen of his mobile phone, which was not locked yet, I saw the chat box with Lindsay. Looking down, I saw the so-called lunch he brought me was some shrimp, obviously the leftovers from his last meal. So, I stood up and poured this dish into the trash bin. My reaction gave him an excuse to vent all his dissatisfaction with me today as he smacked his tongue and said, “I have picked out the burnt ones and threw them away, so what do you mean with that goddamn face? “I’ve given you the wedding you longed for. What else on earth do you want? “I hate your petty attitude. There’s nothing between Lindsay and me.” As I looked at him, I found his excuses more and more hilarious. He must have known I gave a thumbed up at Lindsay’s Instagram. Without a doubt, she told him about that. What a cute couple they were! I put the plate back on the table and said calmly, “Don’t overthink. I’m just allergic to seafood.” Kevin was stunned and looked a little panicked. He said to with a trace of guilt, “Sorry, I forgot. I’ll take you on a honeymoon to make it up when our marriage leave is granted.” I didn’t say anything. Before, whenever I begged him to take me to travel, he would always decline and accuse me of ignoring how busy he was at work. Instead, he used every public holiday to take Lindsay to all the places she wanted to visit. After finding it out in the past, I questioned him about the pictures Lindsay posted on Instagram with tears, only to get his impatient reply, “Lindsay is a child. Do you really have to dwell on every single thing with her?” The wedding yesterday couldn’t be held if I hadn’t almost knelt in front of him. All the guests could see that I was not the heroine of that wedding. In the past, I would have made a fuss, demanding an explanation from him with wails. But now, all that remained in my heart was indifference. After thinking about what I had done in the past, I found myself incredibly stupid. Instead of agreeing with his proposal, I unlocked my phone and saw a message from Rachel: [Welcome to our company. You can start work anytime you want in the next two weeks.] I couldn’t help but smile and immediately replied: [Okay. I’ll be there next Monday.]

Noticing the bright smile on my face, Kevin asked with displeasure, “What are you talking about so happily?” I locked my phone and said perfunctorily, “Nothing.” Unexpectedly, he snatched my phone and tried to unlock it but failed after trying several patterns of the password. He couldn’t help frowning deeper. That was because all the passwords for all my software used to be his birthday. The message I didn’t reply to, along with my abnormal attitude to him, elicited Kevin to become suspicious. He cast my phone on the sofa and tried to ask casually, “Why did you change the password?” Picking up the phone, I replied calmly, “Nothing particular. I just wanted to change it.” Kevin opened his mouth but eventually said nothing. Then, I took me to dinner at night. As I opened the door of the passenger seat, a cute memo was attached to it. It said: [The exclusive seat to Princess Lindsay.] I was about to slam the door when Kevin grabbed my wrist and explained with an embarrassed face, “Lindsay put it there for fun. You can tear it off if you don’t like it.” His behavior was hilarious to me. If he had really cared about what I would feel after seeing this memo, he wouldn’t have allowed Lindsay to put something so provocative here in the very first place. All in all, he preferred Lindsay rather than me. I shrugged indifferently to show it didn’t matter to me and walked around him to the back seat. However, as soon as I sat down, I felt something hard against my butt. Then, I extended my hand and retrieved it. Inside the circle of the diamond ring was an abbreviated name, L.P., meticulously carved. I knew it was Lindsay’s name. Before I could take a closer look, Kevin hurriedly stretched out to grab it. “Lindsay must have dropped it on my car. I’ll bring it to her at the company tomorrow.” As he said that, Kevin observed my expression with evasive eyes to see if I was upset. My calm face relieved his misgivings. I could see it was the best seller of a renowned wedding ring brand, which allowed a man only to purchase one ring with his ID. The brand hyped the sense of ceremony of eternal love and loyalty everywhere before, and this concept deeply attracted me. However, when I pulled together the courage to ask to buy the rings, Kevin responded to me with only mockery, “You can’t see the trap of formalistic consumption? You are so dumb and hopeless.” Burying the grievances deep in my heart, I comforted myself that he was just an over-pragmatic man. Even at the wedding, I wore the plain ring he bought from a roadside stall a few years ago. Now, I discovered that I did have a sense of ceremony. He just preferred to enjoy it with someone else. I could imagine the passionate sex in the back seat that was so wild as to make Lindsay drop the ring. But it didn’t matter to me anymore. During the dinner, Kevin noticed that I took off our wedding ring when he finally shunned his eyes from his cell phone screen. As expected, he questioned me about that, and I replied indifferently without even raising my head, “Oh, I must have lost it. It’s nothing important anyway, isn’t it?” Hearing this, Kevin locked his phone with a troubled face. The thought that I might mind the ring in the back seat drove him to explain, “Lindsay begged me to buy her that ring when we went out purchasing before. I… I couldn’t break her heart, right?” I looked up and said with confusion, “And may I know what it has to do with me?” The totally different attitude he adopted for me and Lindsay triggered millions of fusses between the two of us. His initial indifference and indiscriminate insults later on made me see through this scumbag. Now, I just felt like he was interrupting my meal. After dinner, Kevin insisted on taking me to a mall to choose a new ring. Despite my repeated rejection, he still held on to buying me a new one. While I sat in his car and killed my time by viewing the street, the sky thundered. The next second, it started raining cats and dogs. That was when Kevin’s phone rang. The ringtone did not suit his style at all; obviously, Lindsay set that as the particular ring of her calls, which reminded me that last month, he yelled at me just because I accidentally touched his phone. I was two months pregnant at that time when he shoved me to the ground. A sharp pain struck my womb, and I almost had a miscarriage. Facing my pain, Kevin slammed the door and went out to take Lindsay to buy the snack she suddenly wanted to eat. Recalling the past, I couldn’t help but clench my fists. As expected, Lindsay’s cry broke out from his cell phone receiver. “Kevin, it’s thundering. I’m so scared at home alone. Can you come to my place?” she said. He immediately pulled over and said, out of an eagerness to be there with Lindsay without feeling sorry for me at all, “I have something urgent to do now. It is not far from the mall here. Just select the ring you like yourself.” I was left in the heavy rain. Looking at the road signs, I found the closest mall from here was a kilometer away. Then, I received a message reminding me to receive the money Kevin transferred to me for the ring. With a sneer, I transferred the money back to him and took a taxi home. The moment I reached home, I, still drenched, received the text that Lindsay sent me “by mistake”. Lindsay: [A hug from my darling smooths the fear brought by thunder!] It was accompanied by a selfie of her sitting in Kevin’s hug.

Before I could take a closer look at this message, it was immediately withdrawn. The next second, I received Kevin’s call when he tried his best to ask me in a calm voice, “Are you at home right now? Why did you refuse my money?” With the desire to change my clothes and take a hot shower, I replied casually, “Yeah, and I’m not short of money. Just keep it for yourself.” Noticing he didn’t mean to hang up at all, I added, “Anything else?” After a momentary hesitation, he asked, “Did you… Did you see that picture just now?” I sneered softly, “Yeah.” I heard his breathing going abnormally rapidly. He whispered his question, “Aren’t you mad at me?” Being mad at Kevin now seemed ridiculous to me as I had gotten used to it. He had abandoned me for the sake of Lindsay countless times. Putting the phone on the table, I changed my wet clothes while replying to him, “Why should I? Have fun with her.” The person on the other end of the phone breathed a sigh of relief, and his tone became noticeably lighter. “I’m glad you’re not angry. By the way, Lindsay’s birthday is coming in a week. You two have known each other for so many years. She heard that your family used to make traditional handmade decorations for living, so maybe you can make her one as a birthday present.” My breath paused. My parents used to run an old traditional craft shop and were even interviewed by the local TV. However, in my senior year of high school, they were killed in a car accident when purchasing raw materials. Orphaned, I hit rock bottom. After transferring to another school, the very person who warmed me and rescued me from the abyss of desperation was Kevin. Being moved by his attentive care for me, I agreed to date him, and he swore to me with tears in his eyes that he would treat me as well as my parents for the rest of his life. He knew exactly how anything related to craft would tear the scar off deep in my heart. But he still tore it off without hesitation anyway. Now, only seven years had passed, and he demanded I use my family’s traditional craftsmanship to make his childhood sweetheart happy. Feeling the pain of pinching my own palms, I tried my best to stay calm and said with a trembling voice, “I know. Tell her to send me a picture of the decoration she wants.” After hanging up the phone, I let out a long breath, convincing myself to take all of this as the reciprocation of Kevin’s help in the past. When this thing was over, I would owe him nothing. There were still a few days left on my wedding leave, so I went to the company to apply for my resignation and gave the finished decoration to Kevin. I hadn’t engaged in anything related to craft these years and scrapped many models to finish a satisfying one. I attached several Band-Aids to the wounds on my hand, all of which were caused by accidental scratches during the making of Lindsay’s birthday gift. Even though I knew it was for her, I didn’t want to finish it perfunctorily. However, as I approached his office, I heard him comforting someone in a magnetic voice. “I married Katrina just because I felt sorry for her. She is an orphan and has been with me for so many years. What will others see me if I don’t marry her? Lindsay, you’re the only woman I love. I don’t love Katrina at all. I just have to be responsible for her as a man.”   Instantly, all his shit about sympathy and responsibilities made me press my lips so hard that my vision kept going blurry. Despite all my preparation for accepting that he didn’t love me, listening to that thing from him still ached my heart. Seven years of my devotion eventually ended up being a complete joke. After taking a few deep breaths, I gradually calmed down and decided to at least end this relationship decently. As I pushed the door open, Kevin saw me and pushed Lindsay away from his arms as if he had been electrocuted. He stood up and asked in panic, “Why are you here?” Taking out an exquisitely packaged box from my bag, I said calmly, “I’m here to deliver. You should have received my message an hour ago.” Kevin was stunned and glanced at his phone whose screen was down on the table. “Sorry, I didn’t see it.” As we were talking, Lindsay bounced towards me and took the box from my hand. She rudely tore open the box I had carefully packed, took out the two small decorations, and chuckled. “Wow, Kevin, I didn’t expect you to take my casual words into your heart and ask her to make it for me!” After saying that, she separated the originally combined decoration very naturally and hung it on Kevin’s belt. “Okay, now our decorations are even a couple! Although it looks a bit ugly, I managed to appreciate the peculiar cuteness of it,” she said. Hearing her comments on my work, I subconsciously glanced at the Band-Aids on my hand and directly looked into Lindsay’s eyes. When making the decorations, I consulted a famous master of handmade crafts. He praised my finished work as an outstanding product that could be put on display for its prominent quality. Without a doubt, she degraded me on purpose. My sharp gaze gave Lindsay an excuse to cover her mouth artificially and hide behind Kevin, shivering in fear. She said, “Katrina, why are you staring at me like that? Are you still mad at the picture I sent you by mistake yesterday?” Since I had delivered the gift they demanded I make, I was reluctant to waste my time on these bitches anymore and was about to take out the resignation application from my bag when Lindsay rudely interrupted my action. “It’s all my fault for stealing your highlight at the wedding that day, but Kevin spent the whole day with me choosing that wedding dress. I just couldn’t help trying it on at a real wedding,” she said. I froze for a second in order to suppress the sickness coming up through my throat. So, that was the case. Until the night before my wedding, I didn’t have a wedding dress that only belonged to me. I remembered how humbly I begged Kevin to choose a wedding dress, and he always refused me with the excuse of being busy. It turned out that he was busy dating Lindsay. My hand holding the resignation application stopped, and I turned to look at Kevin with a bitter smile. “It seems that what I just heard outside your office is the word from the bottom of your heart, doesn’t it?” Kevin was quite at a loss to reply, and I turned around to leave rather than wait for him to make up another lie. He hurriedly caught up with me and grabbed my wrist, explaining to me incoherently, “Katrina, that… That is not true. The day I came with her to try on those wedding dresses was because…” “Save it, Kevin,” I interrupted him with a frown. “You don’t have to explain to me. I don’t care.” Kevin still thought I said those out of compulsion and rage, but when looking into my eyes, he was stunned as the only thing in my eyes was indifference. He finally began to panic, tightening the grip on my hand and saying with red eyes, “Katrina, I know I have neglected your feelings these days. Give me some time, and I assure you that I’ll make it up for you.” However, I just looked at him coldly and said without mercy, “I said I don’t give a damn about whoever you love. It has nothing to do with me.” My words made him stare at me in great disbelief. His lips trembled as he still wanted to say something. Eventually, he found himself speechless. I tried hard but couldn’t free my hands from his grip. As we were in the stalemate, all the lights in the company suddenly went out. Fire alarms rang throughout the floors, and people rushed out of the building, screaming. The sudden accident made him release his hands, and when I looked up again, he had disappeared. I followed the crowd and ran towards the escape passage but was knocked to the ground by Kevin, who carried Lindsay in his arms. He looked too nervous to notice me. After shoving me, he rushed into the escape passage with her and locked the door without hesitation, leaving me in the dark office building alone. As the warning lights kept flashing, my heart sank. I encountered the same situation once a few years ago. At that time, I was six months pregnant and was locked by chance in the office. As the office was gradually filled with thick smoke, I could only call Kevin for help. After failing to get through a dozen times, he finally answered my call and shouted at me through the phone, “Don’t you have anything else to do? Stop pissing me!” When I called him again, he blocked my number. I fainted in the fire, managing to save my life for the sake of the firefighters who came to the rescue in time. The baby in my fetus, however, was aborted due to suffocation. Losing my baby stranded me in endless pain as I wept every day, yet he scolded me for being too sentimental. Later, I found out that he was shopping with Lindsay when I was trapped in the fire. No matter how many times such emergencies happened, he would abandon me without blinking his eyes. That was so ridiculous. Fortunately, the alarm button was accidentally pressed, and I slowly got up from the ground, found the company seal in Kevin’s office, and stamped my resignation application with it. Also on that night, I hired a moving company to move all my belongings away. Before heading to the airport, I left the divorce agreement on the table. However, after I boarded and turned my phone to airplane mode, Kevin started sending me countless messages like crazy.

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“Ms. Chase, are you sure you want to erase all traces of yourself in the country? Once erased, neither your friends here nor Mr. Whitman will be able to find you,” a young man said respectfully. Yvonne Chase fell silent for a moment before nodding softly, responding with her habitual gesture, “Yeah, I’m sure. Just do it.” As her hand fell, she remembered that she had regained her hearing just that day. After suffering a high fever as a child that left her deaf, Yvonne had spent years undergoing treatment. Just yesterday, she had undergone her final surgery, and now her hearing was back, and she could speak in broken phrases. “Alright, Ms. Chase. It’ll take about a week to handle everything. Please be patient.” “Okay, I want a car ready at the back door at 1 AM, seven days from now,” she instructed. “Understood.” “Tell my grandfather I agree to the marriage with the Kingsley family. I’ll get married as soon as I get home,” Yvonne spoke slowly, her voice soft. Despite her upbeat tone, there was a heaviness in the air that made it feel far from cheerful. The young man hesitated. “Ms. Chase…” “Just do it.” “Understood.” The live stream on her phone continued to roll. Carl sat in front of the camera, dressed impeccably in a suit. “The Whitman Group’s suburban amusement park project, Yvonne’s Evergreen Wonderland, is officially underway.” “Yvonne’s Evergreen Wonderland covers an area twice the size of Cloudia City’s Disneyland. It features not only entertainment options for the general public but also includes activities designed for people with disabilities, all supported by top-tier facilities developed by leading teams.” “Yvonne’s Evergreen Wonderland is specifically designed for the hearing impaired. This is my engagement gift to my fiancée, Yvonne Chase.” Flashes from cameras lit up the room. Everyone watching the livestream, men and women alike, burned with jealousy. Yvonne Chase had it all. “Mr. Whitman and Ms. Chase truly embody a fairy-tale romance.” “I heard Ms. Chase is hearing impaired, and the Whitman family disapproved of the marriage, but Mr. Whitman insisted. He even gave up his inheritance to strike out on his own.” “Mr. Whitman’s love is truly inspiring.” “Absolutely! Congratulations to Mr. Whitman on his engagement!” “Thank you for your well wishes.” Carl caught the gaze of a female reporter in the front row, standing up as he did. The smile on the reporter’s face deepened a bit. Yvonne watched as the camera froze on Carl’s face, a face that had once captivated her. But she then took off the engagement ring and tossed it into a gift box. Pulling out her phone, she snapped a picture of the box and sent it to Carl. She typed: [This is a gift for you—our seventeen-year anniversary.] Carl replied instantly: [Yvonne, you’re the best! I’ll check it as soon as I get home.] [Nope, you have to wait until the anniversary day, seven days from now!!!!] Yvonne added a flurry of exclamation marks. [Okay, I’ll do as you say. I’ll wait to open it in seven days.] The seventeenth anniversary was a day they had long anticipated, the day they planned to get their marriage license. Carl had dreamed of this moment, and to convince his mother, he had camped out in front of Whitman Manor for an entire day and night, falling ill with a fever before his mother finally relented. Yvonne set her phone down and turned to look at the gifts piled on her floor-to-ceiling cabinet. There were a thousand origami cranes Carl had folded for her, a childhood teddy bear, raw gemstones he had mined himself, and millions of dollars worth of jewelry. In the center was Carl’s ID. Yvonne was the kind of person who took her time to warm up to things; she didn’t really believe in slow-burning love stories. Her parents had once been an enviable couple, marrying out of love. But things took a dark turn when her father plotted against her mother for the sake of his mistress. In a fit of rage, her mother struck back, leading to a tragic end. Ultimately, her mother died in prison, and on her deathbed, she told Yvonne, “Sweetheart, the most untrustworthy beings in this world are men.” After her parents’ deaths, Yvonne was sent to live with her father’s friend, Oliver Whitman, during a time when her grandfather’s power was shaky. It was there that she met Carl, Oliver’s only son. For a long time, Yvonne believed she would never trust in love. The trauma of her parents’ relationship, combined with her disabilities, made her reluctant to engage with the outside world. But Carl offered her so much, showering her with love and attention. After a particularly tough period in her childhood, where she struggled with her health and could barely keep food down, Carl dedicated himself to helping her regain her strength. He sought out an elderly doctor and learned the art of medicinal cuisine, mastering 108 recipes over the course of a year. His hands were calloused from the effort, but he became a master in the kitchen, preparing a different dish for Yvonne each day. In response to Yvonne’s wish to have her name written in the highest place near heaven, Carl, who had a fear of heights, signed up for a global extreme challenge. It was a live-streamed event where participants had to complete twelve extreme sports to finish the challenge. Those who succeeded would have the chance to choose a piece of ancient fossil on an island closest to the sun and carve their names alongside their loved ones. Carl persevered through the grueling competition, even facing his fear of heights to complete a bungee jump. As he leaped into the void, he shouted with all his might, “Yvonne, I love you!” His passionate declaration resonated with countless viewers around the world. In the end, he etched their names into the fossil, solidifying their bond in a way that felt almost eternal. Yvonne’s heart finally stirred with emotion. At twenty-one, she agreed to be with Carl, and now, at twenty-four, she remembered the day they held hands for the first time, tears streaming down Carl’s face as he said, “Holding your hand means a lifetime together.” A lifetime. That was a word Yvonne had never dared to think about. Yet her mother had been right. She mused, “Why is love in this world so fragile?” A single tear slipped down her cheek. Yvonne quickly wiped it away. Yesterday, when her hearing finally came back, she rushed to find Carl – only to discover his dirty little secret: he had taken a young intern reporter under his wing. Today, Yvonne had someone dig up all the information on the intern reporter. Felicity Simons, gorgeous and ambitious, shamelessly threw herself at Carl every chance she got. After fourteen years of companionship and three years of romance, they were about to get married. And this was what she got instead. It was all so absurd.

As dusk fell, Carl stepped through the door. Yvonne lay draped on the sofa, her demeanor languid and tired. Carl strode over to her; concern etched on his face. “What’s wrong, Yvonne? Are you feeling unwell?” Yvonne could read his lips. She shook her head, lifting her hands to sign. She didn’t want him to know she could hear now. At that moment, Carl’s phone rang abruptly. He glanced at the screen, a smirk creeping onto his face. “Just a second, I need to take this call.” He answered, turning slightly away from Yvonne. Without her focus on his lips, he thought Yvonne couldn’t decipher what he was saying. “Mr. Whitman?” a sultry voice chimed from the other end, dripping with sweetness, enough to melt anyone’s resolve. Carl tugged at his tie. “What’s the matter? Didn’t you have enough?” Yvonne felt a shiver run through her. Her fists clenched at her sides to keep the tears at bay. She fixed her gaze on the side of Carl’s face, noting the smug expression he wore as if he were imagining something delightfully improper. She saw his Adam’s apple bob slightly. “Yeah, Mr. Whitman. I’m waiting in your car downstairs, wearing that outfit you said you liked… Want to join me?” The woman’s laughter was teasing. Carl muttered under his breath, “Just wait, you vixen.” He shot up, turning to find Yvonne’s eyes, which were now glistening with suppressed emotion. He tried to soften his tone. “What’s wrong, Yvonne? Are you really not feeling well?” Yvonne lifted her hand and slowly signed. “Just a little stomachache.” “I’ll get you something for that.” Carl hurried to the medicine cabinet, taking two stomach tablets and gently placing them in her palm. “Take these first,” he urged softly, pouring her a glass of warm water. As Carl watched her take the medication, he rested his hand carefully on her stomach, his expression tender, as if he were caring for the most precious treasure. Noticing Yvonne’s demeanor easing, Carl carefully lifted her and set her down on the bed. “Get some rest. I’ll make you some soothing soup, and you can have it when you wake up.” Yvonne nodded obediently, curling up beside him like a cat—graceful and sweet. Carl adored her in this state. He leaned down and planted a gentle kiss on her lips, his eyes brimming with affection. Yvonne closed her eyes as Carl quietly slipped away. He headed to the kitchen to prepare the ingredients for the soup, then made his way to the underground parking garage. Yvonne, roused by a sense of urgency, switched on the garage’s surveillance monitor. In the footage, Carl arrived, and Yvonne saw Felicity standing there, her attire barely concealing her figure. The moment she laid eyes on Carl, she giggled flirtatiously. “Mr. Whitman! What took you so long?” Carl wasted no time rushing toward her and pushing her into the car. “Yvonne’s not feeling well, and I need to take care of her before I do anything else.” “Oh, Mr. Whitman, you… you’re so good to that… little mute.” Felicity’s words dripped with mockery as they spilled out. “She’s my wife. If I don’t take care of her, should I take care of you, you little tramp?” Carl snapped, his movement harsh, betraying no concern for Felicity’s feelings. He loved Yvonne, but he also craved the wild abandon that came from his sex with women like Felicity. Yvonne was exquisite, and he wanted to keep her purity for their wedding night; to him, Felicity was nothing more than an outlet for his desires. The car shook violently, the motion intense and prolonged. The surveillance feed was silent, leaving Yvonne unaware of Carl’s words. But she clearly saw the man who had promised her the world, passionately lost with another woman in the garage. What did his promises mean now? What did her own feelings mean in the face of this betrayal? Yvonne suddenly burst into laughter, a sound tinged with bitter tears. She cried for her unreciprocated love, for the heart she had laid bare before him. She wept over the hard-won peace she had finally found after her parents’ tragic deaths. She cried for her broken heart. Yvonne gasped for breath, her body curled on the floor. Just before slipping into darkness, a primal instinct drove her to dial Carl’s number. The phone rang, and it didn’t take long for someone to pick up. In the haze of unconsciousness, she heard the mingling of a man’s and a woman’s heavy groan. Carl asked, “What are you doing answering my call?” Felicity’s voice chimed through the line, playful and teasing. “Oh, Mr. Whitman, why be afraid? She can’t hear us. Isn’t this a little exciting?” Carl’s low groans blended with the sound of bodies colliding, and the reality of betrayal crashed over Yvonne like a wave.

When Yvonne finally regained consciousness, the first thing she saw was Carl’s anxious gaze. “Yvonne, I’m so sorry. We need to get you to the hospital,” he said, reaching out to scoop her up in his arms. Yvonne gently pushed him away, shaking her head. “You fainted! We’re going to the hospital, okay?” Carl insisted, his voice laced with urgency. Yvonne mused, “Yeah, I’ve fainted while you were busy enjoying yourself with Felicity in the car.” “What a buzzkill I am?” With great effort, Yvonne struggled to sit up, continuing to shake her head. Carl reached out again, but she dodged his grasp. “Yvonne, what’s going on?” Carl asked, panic rising in his chest as if he were about to lose something incredibly precious. A dull ache throbbed in Yvonne’s heart. She slowly signed, “I’m fine; I just didn’t eat lunch.” “Why didn’t you have lunch? The soup will be ready soon. Just have a little something while I finish the meal,” Carl said patiently, heading toward the kitchen. He still cared for her, still worried about her well-being. But the clear hickeys on his neck and the smudged lipstick on his disheveled shirt were a cruel reminder. It was as if they were mocking her, “Yvonne, look at what you thought love would be. This is the man you love.” Yvonne took out her tablet. She was a comic artist, and when she was with Carl, she used the pen name Joyvonne to create a serialized comic. The comic captured their daily lives, filled with tender and romantic details, showcasing her artistic talent and winning the hearts of many fans. She typed out an announcement: [The final chapter drops 1 AM next week. After that, the series ends for good.] The news sent shockwaves through the comic community. [Is Joyvonne retiring to get married?] [Of course! Even I, a skeptic of love, have started to believe.] [Though I’m sad, I wish Joyvonne all the best.] [Can’t we get a post-wedding series?] [Please, we want a post-wedding story!] [Pretty please!] Reading through the comments, Yvonne felt a wry smile creep onto her face. The fairytale romance she had envisioned was far from reality. In the end, lies only brought decay and pain. “Yvonne, why are you stopping the comic?” Carl asked, returning with the meal just as he noticed the announcement. When she started the series, Yvonne had told Carl it was a reflection of their love. The moment their love faded, so would her art. “Just want to change the theme,” she signed, looking up at Carl as she gestured. Carl’s heart slowly settled. He thought, “What was I just thinking? How could Yvonne ever find out about my affair? She hardly leaves the villa; when she does, it’s always with friends I’ve arranged for her. She doesn’t see the world beyond me.” “True, we’re engaged now. It’s time to think about a post-wedding series,” Carl said, wrapping his arms around Yvonne’s soft body. He swallowed hard, longing for her body. But they both felt it was right to save their complete surrender for their perfect wedding night. Carl had been holding back for a long time, so when Felicity made her bold move, he couldn’t resist and fell for her. He reasoned with himself that he was just a normal wealthy man; sleeping with a few women wasn’t a big deal. After they were married, he would only be with Yvonne, cleaning up any messes outside. This time before the wedding was just a bit of indulgence. Thinking of Felicity’s alluring figure made his palms sweat. “Yvonne, I want to…”

Yvonne gazed at Carl with clear, innocent eyes. Carl swallowed hard; the words he wanted to say caught in his throat. “Maybe you should eat something first,” he finally said. Yvonne nodded and followed him to the dining room. She took small bites of her meal while Carl’s phone buzzed with an incoming call. He glanced at the screen, irritation flickering across his face before he abruptly hung up. The phone rang again. “Laird and Aiden want me to join them for drinks,” Carl said with a half-hearted smile, but he answered the call. Carl looked at Yvonne, his smile softening as he said into the phone, “No, I’m not going. Yvonne isn’t feeling well, and I’m staying home with her.” “Carl, come on! Felicity’s here, too.” Carl’s expression darkened. “I said no! If you call me again tonight, we’re done.” He hung up, frustration evident on his face. Yvonne watched him, her eyes clear and innocent. Feeling a bit guilty, Carl rubbed his nose. “I’m not going anywhere. You finish eating, and I’ll stay here and watch you sleep.” Yvonne nodded, finishing her meal. Though they lived together in the same villa, they hadn’t crossed that line yet. It was Yvonne’s choice, her way of maintaining a sense of security. At that moment, Yvonne felt a wave of relief wash over her. Thank goodness she hadn’t given everything to Carl; otherwise, she would be in a much worse position right now. Yvonne closed her eyes, her breathing steady. Thinking she had fallen asleep, Carl quietly rose, tucked her in, and turned to leave. Soon, the sound of the car engine echoed in the driveway. She knew he was off to find Felicity again. Yvonne got up, changed into a pair of understated workout clothes, and headed downstairs to follow him. She was aware she was seeking out pain, but she needed to see for herself. What were those people around him really like behind closed doors? Inside the opulent private room, the atmosphere was electric. Men and women were reveling, laughter and shouts filling the air. Clothes were strewn everywhere, a chaotic scene of indulgence. As Carl entered, he spotted Felicity, who had just taken a sip of red wine. Her shoulders were revealed, and Carl’s marks were still visible on her delicate skin, glowing enticingly under the lights. Felicity sauntered over and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Carl pushed her away slightly, but her lips landed on his neck, leaving a sultry red mark on both of them. “Ooh!” The crowd erupted, their excitement reaching a fever pitch. “Carl, you’re a stud! You didn’t even kiss her, and Felicity’s already weak in the knees!” “Who can blame her?” “Carl, Carl, you’re the man!” Carl’s hand roamed around Felicity’s waist as he pulled her into the center of the sofa. “Felicity, no kissing on the lips. I’m serious; I only kiss Yvonne. You’re not worthy,” he said firmly. Felicity’s face flickered with embarrassment, but she quickly regained her composure, straddling his lap with a coy smile. “Mr. Whitman, I get it. I won’t do it again. Can I have that article about the movie star?” “Sure,” Carl replied, giving her a playful pat. Felicity let out a soft sigh. “Hey, Carl, who’s hotter? Felicity or Yvonne?” someone shouted from the crowd. “Felicity can’t hold a candle to my Yvonne,” Carl snapped, his demeanor shifting instantly. He grabbed a nearby glass and smashed it over the man’s head. Felicity was knocked over in the chaos. The room fell silent. The man quickly apologized, slapping himself in the face, “Sorry, Carl! I messed up. I shouldn’t have said that.” “I warned you—if any of this nonsense gets back to Yvonne, you’ll all be in deep trouble!” Carl lost interest, pushing away Felicity, who was trying to cling to his leg. “And you, don’t even think about it. If you do, you won’t have a whole corpse left.” With that, Carl strode out of the room.

After Carl left, it was a while before anyone in the room dared to speak. “Laird, you’ve got some nerve comparing Yvonne to that kind of woman,” one of the guests muttered. Felicity felt her face flush with embarrassment. She thought, “I graduated from a prestigious university. I have a respectable job. I’m just using my looks to secure a few resources—how did that make me ‘that kind of woman’? It’s as if they see me as nothing but a prostitute.” “Right? You begged Carl for that project, and it was Yvonne who helped you get the contract,” another chimed in. “Ha! And you’re all accusing me? Carl is out chasing women behind Yvonne’s back. Have any of you ever spilled the beans?!” Laird shot back, clearly agitated from their barrage. “We’re only trying to protect Yvonne. She’s such a naive girl; what would she do if she knew about all this dirty business?” someone argued. “She’s just a beautiful mute girl. Without Carl, who knows what would happen to her?” “Look, Yvonne depends on Carl. We’re keeping things from her for her own good. Better she stays in her fairy tale than face this nightmare,” another voice added. “Exactly! She’s living happily in her castle, provided by Carl. It’s better that way.” “Come on, Carl can play around. When he’s done, he can just toss those women away.” Feeling unsettled, Felicity stood up, adjusting her clothes as she swiftly made her way out of the room to catch up with Carl. She mused, “I can give him the thrill Yvonne doesn’t. I know he’s not done with me yet. Those people inside? Just a bunch of hypocrites!” “They act like they care for Yvonne, but they’re the ones stabbing her in the back!” A fierce glint sparkled in Felicity’s eyes. “I will make sure Carl can’t live without me. I’m up for anything he desires, no limits.” “I’m way more fun than that little mute.” “I’ll push Yvonne out of the picture; I’ll become Mrs. Whitman in all her glory, and those snobs will rue the day they underestimated me!” “Once I’m done, I’ll make sure that little mute ends up at some club. With her face and history with Carl, she’ll have a prime market!” Felicity spotted Carl up ahead and quickened her pace to catch him. Meanwhile, the room began to empty out quickly. Once everyone left, Yvonne emerged from the adjacent room. She heard every last word. She thought, “How ironic. To them, Carl’s love is rare when he’s the kind of man who plays around but still comes home. They all lied to me, but it’s for my own good?” “Ugh, that’s revolting.” Yvonne drove aimlessly, eventually stopping at a mountaintop campsite. She sat in her car, staring into the inky darkness of the night sky as hints of dawn began to creep in. Gradually, the horizon unfolded, revealing a sliver of light that expanded until the whole sky radiated with brightness. It felt symbolic, like her own life. After enduring the darkness of night, the dawn would inevitably arrive. In six days, she would be free. Setting a countdown alarm on her phone, Yvonne leaned back in her seat and drifted off to sleep. Despite the cramped space of the car, she found comfort in the moment. At two in the afternoon, her phone vibrated, rousing her from slumber. It was a message from Carl. [Yvonne? Not at home?] [Yvonne, where are you?] [I’m coming to get you.] Yvonne stared at the screen, the concern in his words feeling bitterly ironic. After leaving last night, he hadn’t come home at all—he must have been found by Felicity, and who knew what else they’d been up to? With a sharp pain in her chest, Yvonne squeezed her eyes shut, a single tear cascading down her cheek. She wiped it fiercely, vowing that this would be her last tear for him. She typed a reply: [Just decided to check out the Central Mall, no need to pick me up.] She wanted to buy a couple of clothes for herself. Everything in her closet was handpicked by Carl, and she wasn’t taking any of it with her. Carl texted back: [I’ll come find you.] Knowing she could refuse him no longer, Yvonne chose not to reply. Instead, she drove toward the mall. As she stepped out of the car and took a few steps, she collided right into Felicity.

“Ouch, I’m so sorry.” Felicity smiled as she spoke, her sultry eyes gleaming with delight as they locked onto Yvonne’s. Yvonne waved her hand dismissively, not wanting to engage. Yet Felicity blocked her path, leaning in slightly, her voice dripping with sweetness. “Miss, you’re awfully quiet. Have you forgiven me already?” “I just found out I’m pregnant and was rushing to find my husband when I bumped into you. Please don’t take it the wrong way.” Yvonne regarded her with a cool expression, managing a faint smile. It was striking, a perfect blend of beauty and aloofness. In stark contrast, Felicity exuded a vulgar, jaded aura. “Yvonne, do you know whose child I’m carrying?” Felicity’s tone turned provocative. “Felicity, are you asking for trouble?” Carl’s icy voice cut through the tension. Felicity immediately shifted to a pitiful demeanor, her eyes wide and pleading. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Whitman! I accidentally bumped into Ms. Chase on my way down; I didn’t mean…” Carl shoved Felicity aside, sending her crashing to the floor, her face paling in shock. Yvonne grabbed Carl’s arm and signed, “I’m okay. She claimed she’s pregnant and asked if I knew who the father was. I don’t know her. Do you?” Carl’s face drained of color for a moment, but he quickly regained composure. “I don’t know her either. She looks like a total nutcase. Just ignore her; I’ll get a bodyguard to handle this.” He studied Yvonne closely, relieved to see her surprise was just that—surprise, nothing more. His heart settled a little. “Yvonne, Don’t let her get to you. Come on, let’s go buy you some clothes,” Carl said, wrapping an arm around her as they moved away. Felicity scrambled to her feet, desperation evident. “Mr. Whitman, I’m pregnant with your child!” Carl pressed the elevator button without breaking stride, not even glancing back. “Mr. Whitman…” Felicity called after him, her voice rising in pitch. He didn’t respond; his focus remained solely on Yvonne. Yet Yvonne could sense Carl’s restrained anger and frustration. While shopping, Carl’s phone buzzed with an incoming message. He glanced down, and a series of images filled the screen. His breath hitched, eyes burning with desire, just as Yvonne exited the fitting room. “I think I’ll try on this menswear,” Carl said, striding toward the farthest fitting room with purpose. Yvonne handed her chosen outfits to the sales associate, ready to check out. She was aware of Carl’s preference for tailored suits, and she knew what he was likely doing in there. It was impossible not to notice Felicity had entered. In the fitting room, Felicity knelt on the floor, watching as Carl’s demeanor flipped from collected to volatile, and triumph surged through her. She mused, “No matter what it takes, he’s pulled away from Yvonne.” “That’s the first step. A plain, voiceless girl like her can’t compete with me.” After a tense moment, Carl shoved Felicity against the cold wall, his expression fierce. “I’ll see you tonight, you little tramp.” Felicity’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears. “Mr. Whitman, I’m carrying your baby…” “Not for long,” Carl said. “Mr. Whitman, don’t you want to see what it’s like to sleep with a pregnant woman? I’ve heard it can be quite…” Felicity leaned in closer, whispering suggestively in his ear. Carl’s eyes flickered with interest. “You’re not worried about your health. That’s your choice. I don’t care; I’ll make sure you get plenty of cash.” A chill crept down Felicity’s spine. It took her a moment to grasp how he felt. Carl had no intention of claiming her child—no, he simply wanted to play with her. And then she would have to terminate the pregnancy. Felicity felt uneasy at Carl’s cold yet calculated response. When Carl finally re-emerged to join Yvonne, he was back to being the gentle, refined man she loved.

As night fell, Carl quietly slipped out after making sure Yvonne was sound asleep. She slept peacefully, undisturbed until morning. When Yvonne finally woke up, she found breakfast waiting for her. But it wasn’t Carl who had cooked; he had ordered it. “Sorry for the late start. I had someone bring breakfast for you,” Carl said softly, his gaze warm as he looked at her. Yvonne nodded, appreciating the gesture. “I’ll be away on a business trip for five days. Don’t worry; it won’t delay our plans to get the marriage license. I’ll bring you back a little something,” Carl added, taking her hand gently. Yvonne pulled her hand back lightly and nodded again. She mused, “How ironic that I would be leaving this place in just five days.” “Amanda will come by to check on you while I’m gone,” Carl said. Yvonne shook her head and signed to say, “I don’t like having anyone in the house. I can take care of myself.” “Alright, you stubborn girl. But leaving you alone at home makes me a bit uneasy. Just promise me you’ll text me every day, okay?” Yvonne nodded again, though she knew she wouldn’t actually send any messages. Before heading out, Carl stocked up on fresh fruits, vegetables, and meat. When Aiden Parker arrived to pick Carl up, he chuckled. “Yvonne, look at how good Carl is to you! He’s worried you might get anxious while he’s away, so he sent me to check in.” Yvonne met Aiden’s gaze, recalling what he had said that night. Aiden had said that he kept things from her, but all for her sake. She smiled, though it felt a bit distant. Aiden didn’t think much of it; he could see how Yvonne’s eyes only lit up when she looked at Carl. “Yvonne, we’re off!” Carl called, wheeling his suitcase toward the door. Yvonne nodded, watching them leave. Aiden suddenly felt a twinge of realization—Yvonne looked at Carl the same way she looked at him. As he glanced back, Yvonne waved goodbye and turned to head back into the house. “Carl, are you sure it’s okay for Yvonne to be home alone?” Aiden asked, starting the car. “It’s just a few days for the business trip. I’ll be back before you know it,” Carl reassured him. But just as he was finishing his sentence, a delicate hand slipped up from the back seat. Carl turned slightly to see Felicity climbing up from the rear. “Mr. Whitman, can I join you on the trip? It’ll be so boring with just a bunch of guys,” Felicity chimed in, her hand sliding under Carl’s jacket. Carl scoffed, but the heat radiating from his body told Felicity everything she needed to know. “Mr. Whitman, I shouldn’t have joked with Ms. Chase that day. You explained it to her, right? She’s such a naive girl; of course, she would believe you,” Felicity said, her tone brazen, completely disregarding Aiden’s presence. She was sure Yvonne knew about her and Carl by now. Maybe by the time they returned, Yvonne would have left on her own. That kind of girl was innocent yet stubborn—she wouldn’t compromise her dignity. If Yvonne left, with her skills, she could easily find a way to rise up. “Yvonne trusts me completely. She won’t overthink it,” Carl said, a hint of pride in his voice. In his mind, Yvonne believed in him above all else. Back at the villa, Yvonne began to pack her things. On the first day, she burned all the gifts Carl had made for her and every photo they had taken together. Meanwhile, Carl had just arrived at his business destination, spending the night with Felicity at a hot springs resort. Carl was having too much fun to remember to check in with Yvonne, and he didn’t even notice that she hadn’t texted him to ask if he had arrived safely. The next day, Yvonne sold all the clothes and luxury items Carl had bought for her at a second-hand store. On the third day, she donated the money to a rural elementary school. After wrapping up with a client, Carl took Felicity for a wild ride, speeding up to the mountaintop where they let loose, basking in the glow of the sunset and the dawn. It was pure indulgence. Felicity was a whirlwind of excitement, her suitcase stuffed with all sorts of supplies that kept Carl on his toes. In the thrill of the moment, he completely forgot about Yvonne. On the third day, Yvonne went into the rose garden and uprooted every single rose, and on a whim, she chopped down the cherry tree that had just begun to bear fruit. Those were all plants Carl had lovingly tended for her. Meanwhile, Carl and Felicity had flown abroad, and he was sprawled out on a private beach, enjoying the attentive care Felicity provided. It was then that he finally thought of Yvonne. Three days had gone by without a word from her. He pushed Felicity away and reached for his phone, ready to call Yvonne. But it was nighttime back home. Carl hesitated, putting the phone down. He imagined Yvonne was upset with him for not reaching out sooner. He mused, “Yvonne has a temper, after all.” He gazed at her photo on his phone, a warm, affectionate grin spreading across his face.

On the fourth day, Yvonne signed over the rights to her and Carl’s romantic comic to a multinational film company. From now on, this story would no longer belong to her and Carl; it was just a product. In the dead of night on his end, Carl decided to video call Yvonne during her daytime. But she hung up immediately. She didn’t want to hear his voice. Carl knew Yvonne was upset. The girl he held so dear had a way of making even her anger seem adorable. He started texting her. [Yvonne, babe, I’m sorry! I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather since I got here and completely forgot to check in.] [Yvonne, please don’t be mad. I’ll book a flight right now and be back tomorrow. I promise it won’t delay our plans to get the marriage license.] [Yvonne, just wait for me. I’ve got a gift for you!] [Yvonne, I love you. Don’t ignore me.] He sent dozens of messages, but they all fell on deaf ears. Panic began to set in. He quickly instructed his assistant to book a flight back, but the earliest he could get home was at 1 AM the day after tomorrow. Carl sent Yvonne his flight details. [Yvonne, I’ll be back tomorrow night.] [Yvonne, I can’t wait to register our marriage and bring you home. That’s when I’ll finally feel at ease.] Yvonne read Carl’s messages, feeling a bitter irony wash over her. His landing time coincided perfectly with her departure. Yvonne finally typed out before silencing her phone: [Don’t forget to check out the comic’s grand finale and the gift.] She tossed her phone into the box where she had once kept her engagement ring. Inside the box were photos of Carl and Felicity together—intimate moments captured in the car, in the great outdoors, at Yvonne’s Evergreen Wonderland before it opened, and during this very trip, and more. Felicity sent her sex photos every day. There were all sorts of poses with Carl. Each image spoke volumes without a single word. They starkly obliterated every fond memory and ounce of love Yvonne had once felt. With a steady hand, Yvonne picked up a pen and wrote: [We are breaking up.] Meanwhile, Carl was on the plane, feeling his heart race as if something precious was slipping away from him—something he desperately tried to grasp but couldn’t. Felicity had initially thought about doing something thrilling at a high altitude, but for the first time, Carl firmly turned her down. A sense of panic washed over Felicity as her right eye twitched. “Mr. Whitman, I think I’d like to stay with a friend for a while. Once my belly gets bigger, I’ll come back to you,” Felicity said with a playful smile. “Do whatever you want,” Carl replied, tossing her a credit card. Felicity accepted it with a grin. She thought to herself, “Money is all that matters. With enough cash, I can disappear whenever I want. If there’s trouble, they won’t find me. If nothing happens, I can come back with Carl’s child and maybe even secure my position.” On the fifth day, Yvonne hired a professional moving company and cleaning crew. Every personal item she owned was packed up and taken away, leaving no trace of her in the house. As night fell, Yvonne double-checked the timeline for the comic launch, confirming everything was in order. She also arranged for two boxes of cash to be delivered. After three years with Carl, the gifts he had given her were all converted into this amount of money. Yvonne wanted to cut ties with Carl completely; she didn’t want a single cent from him. Just like his cheap love, she didn’t want any part of it. At 1 AM, as the comic’s grand finale was released, Yvonne slipped into a car through the back entrance, the vehicle gliding smoothly into the night. She mused, “Carl, I don’t want to see you anymore.”

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In the year Percival Hopkins was at his lowest, I broke up with him. Later, when he became successful and famous, my father tied me down and sent me straight to his bed. He gave up his wealthy fiancée to reunite with me. Our friends all said he was my savior. But only I knew the truth, that this was just Percival’s delayed revenge. He confined me to a secluded villa on a mountaintop, controlling me with an iron fist. Meanwhile, he openly attended various parties with his former fiancée, Evelyn Leach, and the world only knew of her, never of me. On my birthday, I called Percival. “It’s raining again tonight, Percival. Are you coming back?” Meanwhile, he was busy cutting cake for Evelyn, and his impatient voice came through the phone. “Can you stop going on about the rain? Just deal with it yourself. What, you think you’re going to die from it?” Later, I really did die. He couldn’t help but ask me over and over again in his dreams. “Yolanda Beasley, do you really not want me anymore?” On Christmas Eve, when everyone else was gathering with their loved ones, I wandered the streets like a lost soul. It had been so long since I’d been out, and everything felt new to me. Honestly, this opportunity came only after I begged Percival for a long time. After we got married, it was as if he feared I would run away. He set up curfews for me. Whenever I came home late, he would mock me. “Out running around again? Don’t tell me you’ve found some old client to entertain?” I can still remember the cold gleam in his eyes at that moment. Eventually, he must have tired of being angry, so he just locked me inside the house. If I really needed to go somewhere, I had to ask for permission. I thought, “Looking back, I once ruled the world, but now I’ve ended up like this. It’s pretty pathetic.” The cold winter wind pierced through my collar, making my bones ache with the chill. I hunched my shoulders and wandered along under the eaves, not noticing a white dog almost tripping me. I stepped back, studying it closely. It was a Samoyed, thin and frail, lying stiffly in a filthy pile of garbage. It was clear it had been neglected, likely starving and unloved for some time. Its once-white fur was now yellowed, covered in childish scribbles. Anyone who saw their beloved pet in such a state would surely feel heartbroken. If it were my dog, Carl… I sighed and was about to step over it when a clear, jingling sound caught my ear. The bell around the dog’s neck had fallen off and lightly clinked against its metal ID tag. That ID tag… I took a few steps forward, crouched down, and flipped the tag over. In bold letters, it read: [Carl.] Behind me, the street was busy with people and lights, but in the dark alley, only the cold wind howled through, echoing its mournful cry. I thought, “This damn world really doesn’t leave me any room for sentiment…” I stood there in silence for a long while before finally letting out a deep sigh and a stiff smile. I wrapped my arms around Carl and joked. “Carl, where have you been playing? Covered in dirt… Don’t worry. I’ll get you all cleaned up.” Carl was an adult Samoyed, and back in the day, I could barely catch him when he jumped on me. Now, I could easily lift him up. I struggled to pull out my phone and looked at the balance page, relieved to see I still had a few thousand dollars left. I carried Carl all the way to the nearest pet shop and begged the owner to give him a bath. The kind shopkeeper even recommended a reliable pet funeral service. I held Carl’s ashes and went to a cemetery on the outskirts of town. I found the familiar grave without much trouble and placed Carl’s urn inside. The small urn didn’t take up much space. It was just enough to hold a piece of me. “Carl, sleep now, don’t be afraid, baby. “You’ll be right next to me. It won’t be long before I join you. Sorry, I was useless.” I struggled to lift the heavy concrete slab and place it back into position. Brushing the dust off my clothes, I waved at the tombs on my way out of the cemetery. It was getting late now, and I held my dead phone tightly, hunching my shoulders as I stepped into the house. Before I could even set my shoes down, I heard Percival’s angry voice echoing from the distance. “You’re finally back, huh?” A storm was clearly brewing.

I hesitated, dragging my feet as I made my way to the living room. I had planned to soften things up with a few kind words to calm Percival down. But when I looked up, I saw him sitting on the couch with Evelyn in his arms. Evelyn was always a thorn in my side back in school. Whatever I liked, she liked. The pretty pens I had, the new dress my parents bought me, and even the guy I had a crush on, she had to chase after those things, too. In college, when I was trying to win Percival’s heart, she was always finding ways to get close to him. Even after Percival and I got together, she still found reasons to show up, always in my way, making my blood boil. By the time I returned home after my time abroad, she had already become Percival’s fiancée. She was just one step away from becoming his wife. But in the end, through a twist of fate, it was me who married him. She hated me very much. And I didn’t feel like about her, either. The smile I had almost formed on my face vanished, and in an instant, I was back to wearing my usual blank expression. “Percival, why did you bring her here?” Before Percival could speak, Evelyn said. “Percival wants a divorce, so he brought me here to see what it’s like to be the lady of the house!” Her hand slid over Percival’s shoulder, and the sleeve of her shirt shifted, revealing a jade bracelet. That was a family heirloom from the Hopkins family, which Percival’s mother had once shown to me when she was still alive. I fixed my gaze on Percival, my eyes sharp. “Is it true?” Percival said nothing, his expression a mix of curiosity as he watched me closely. Evelyn leaned in, planting a kiss on his cheek. He didn’t pull away. I knew exactly what he was doing. This was his way of getting back at me for leaving and going abroad. Even though this little drama had played out repeatedly over the past year and more since we got married, it still stabbed at my heart. Evelyn nestled into Percival’s arms, her eyes glittering mischievously. Suddenly, they brightened. She jumped up and rushed over, grabbing a small pet collar. “Isn’t this Carl’s collar? It’s been missing for so long! “When it disappeared, Percival and I were both so worried. Who would’ve thought you would find it now!” Percival noticed the collar, sitting up slowly. A flash of guilt crossed his face. “Why didn’t you bring it back, and then?” “How could I? Carl’s been rotting in the trash.” Percival pressed his lips tightly together as if holding back something, the guilt in his eyes deepening. Then, Evelyn’s expression shifted. She leaned closer to me, her voice calm but venomous. “It’s good that it can’t come back. After you left, I thought I could get close to it, but it really was just like you, always glaring at me. So, I intentionally let it go and had people chase it far away. Well, it’ll never come back. “Yolanda, see? This is its fate.” I forced myself to calm down, struggling to keep the breakdown inside from breaking through. Evelyn was about to say more, but I slapped her hard, sending her sprawling to the floor. I shook with anger, grabbing her collar. “Carl’s a lucky one! Don’t curse it!” Before I could say another word, tears started to fall. I wanted to keep going, but then I felt a sharp pain in my hand. Percival had grabbed my wrist, forcing me to release my grip on Evelyn’s collar. He stood above me, looking down coldly. The guilt on his face had long been replaced by indifference. “How dare you hit her? You stole her fiancé. You’ll never be able to make it up to her. “Yolanda, remember your place. You’re just a toy I bought.”

As Percival said, I stole her fiancé. Three years after breaking up with Percival and going abroad, I couldn’t resist sneaking back into the country. To my surprise, as soon as I walked out of the airport, my father, drowning in debt, caught me. He said he would sell me to the big boss of Gerelden, claiming it would not only pay off his debts but also give his gambling-addicted son some money to squander. I refused with all my might, but he slapped me hard enough that stars appeared before my eyes and tied me up tightly before sending me to a room. Before leaving, he reminded me not to end up like my ungrateful mother, who had been of no use and died in vain. The woman he so contemptuously spoke of had given him her entire life. In her final stages of cancer, she was forced to deal with his creditors, suffering humiliation before she died. That rainy night, her resolute figure, and the pool of blood on the floor were memories I could never forget. I struggled with everything I had, but all I could do was watch him disappear behind the door. I never would have imagined that in my darkest moment, the person who opened the door for me was Percival. He bought me from my father and became my employer… The sound of the door closing snapped me out of my chaotic thoughts. I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized it was already past midnight. Percival, who had been so nervous while holding Evelyn earlier, was now standing in front of me, drunk. He reached out to pull me up from the floor, holding me tightly. His head rested in the crook of my neck as he pouted to me like he did five years ago. “Honey, why do you always want to leave me? Am I not good enough? “I’ve got money now. I can buy you back.” The hand I had placed on his back froze slightly. I bitterly smiled. When Percival was drunk, everything he said felt like an insult to me. We held each other like lovers who were inseparable. I almost leaned in to kiss him, but then I met his gradually clearing eyes. I watched as the deep affection in his eyes was replaced with disgust. He shoved me away suddenly, and the familiar mockery followed. “Yolanda, how much do you love me? Even after I’ve grown to hate you, you still want to kiss me? “Are you planning to sell yourself again?” I didn’t know if it was because I’d gotten used to it, but the pain no longer struck me sharply. I awkwardly smiled and replied calmly, as if I were talking about something trivial. “Why do you think I’m short on money? You know me so well.” I clung to his legs and stood up, grinning in a way that begged for his favor. “Not much, just a million dollars will do!” Maybe it was my expression, or maybe it was my words, but I seemed to have triggered Percival even more. He looked at me with fury, his teeth clenched. “Are you really doing this for money? Did the Hopkins family starve you or what? “Look at you now. You’re all disheveled, and your face is as pale as a ghost!” He paused, his eyes flashing with a brief look of concern, but in the end, he didn’t say a word of it. “Look at you now. You’re worth far less than a million dollars. I’m not even asking for your room fee!” With that, he slammed the door and stormed off. I stared at my reflection in the glass, feeling like all my life had been drained from me. I barely resembled the vibrant person I once was. I wasn’t pretty, and I was close to death. The medical report in my pocket crinkled under my grip, and the doctor’s words still echoed in my mind. “Ms. Beasley, your condition is more severe than the last check-up. I’m sure you can feel it, and things will only get worse. I still recommend you try the new medicine if possible. It’s expensive, one million dollars per three doses, but at least it will ease your pain.” I looked down and let out a soft, mocking laugh, suddenly feeling a strange curiosity. I wondered, “Percival, what kind of expression would you have if you knew what this money was for?”

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“Dean, I accept the assignment. I’ll go to Sheania in two weeks.” Ophelia Hegseth stood by the office window, holding a pregnancy test report. The Dean’s voice came through the phone. “What changed your mind? I’ve been trying to convince you for years.” Ophelia smiled, “Just thought a change might be good. I need to get back to work now, bye.” Fighting back tears, Ophelia looked down at the pregnancy test report again. She had been an outstanding OB-GYN with multiple awards and a promising future. But instead of climbing the ladder, she chose to be a regular doctor just so she could spend more time with Jayden Romano. Three years ago, the Dean had offered her a career-advancing opportunity abroad, but Ophelia turned it down, unwilling to maintain a long-distance relationship with Jayden. Then, just thirty minutes ago, Jayden’s secretary came in for a pregnancy check-up. But it wasn’t really about the check-up. The secretary was marking her territory. Jayden had always doted on Ophelia, loving her to his core. He would’ve given her the moon if she’d asked for it. Their relationship was legendary in business circles. Everyone knew how Ophelia had supported Jayden when he was building his empire from scratch, staying by his side through thick and thin. People often said that when men got wealthy, they couldn’t resist temptation and ended up leaving their wives. But with Jayden, that wasn’t quite the story. Ophelia had believed she and Jayden would spend their lives together, deeply in love. Growing up without parents, she’d always been self-reliant until meeting Jayden. His love and protection had made her give him her whole heart. But things had started to change recently. For the past month, Jayden had been “busy”, and their time together kept shrinking. At first, Ophelia thought he was wrapped up in a new project. Her heart ached for him, and no matter how exhausted she was, she’d come home every day to cook dinner and wait up for him. But today, she learned the truth. Jayden hadn’t been busy with work this past month—he’d been busy with another woman. Ariel Meyer told Ophelia that she and Jayden had been together for a year, starting when she first joined the company as an intern fresh out of college. Suddenly, it all made sense—how she’d gotten fast-tracked from intern to executive assistant before her probation period was even up. When Jayden had claimed Ariel was hired for her “exceptional skills”, he clearly wasn’t talking about her office abilities. It was about how good she was in bed. Ophelia carefully folded the prenatal test results and slipped them into her pocket. Seven years with Jayden, and she’d been hoping to bring up marriage this year. Well, looked like that conversation wouldn’t be necessary now. As she stepped out of the hospital after her shift, she spotted Jayden waiting for her. The black Bentley was hard to miss, as always. “Look who’s here – your devoted CEO boyfriend again!” Her coworker gushed. “God, I’m so jealous. Seven years together, and he still picks you up from work. You two are crazy for each other!” “But aren’t you heading to Sheania for that three-year assignment in two weeks?” her colleague added. “How’s he going to handle that long-distance thing?” “As long as I can handle it, that’s all that matters,” Ophelia replied curtly, already walking toward the Bentley. It was no mystery why women fell for Jayden. Over six feet tall, movie-star handsome, and now a powerful CEO—who wouldn’t be drawn to that package? So Ophelia didn’t blame Ariel. If anyone was at fault, it was her own man who couldn’t keep it in his pants! As Ophelia approached, Jayden pulled a bouquet of blue roses from his car and held them out to her. “Rough day at work, baby?” For the past year, Jayden had brought flowers every time he picked her up. Ophelia had never been into flowers, but she’d always accepted them with a bright smile. Now it clicked. Ariel must have been the type of girl who went crazy for flowers, and Jayden had just assumed Ophelia was the same. “Only little girls need flowers like these. I don’t.” This time, Ophelia didn’t accept the bouquet. In a way, she was grateful to Ariel. Without her, Ophelia would have kept living in denial. She knew with absolute certainty that Jayden would never have ended things with her on his own. But Ophelia didn’t want a love that was tainted.

Back in the car, Jayden must have sensed something was off. He reached for her hand. “What’s wrong, babe? Rough day at the hospital with a difficult patient?” Ophelia had always worn her heart on her sleeve, often taking her patients’ struggles to heart. “Yeah,” she said softly, looking at Jayden. “Today, I had a patient come in for a pregnancy check-up. I found out later she was the other woman in an affair. “Why do people cheat? Is the grass really always greener on the other side?” At Ophelia’s question, panic flickered across Jayden’s eyes for a split second before he masked it with a casual smile. He pulled her close and said, “You’re just too empathetic, always taking everyone’s problems as your own. “But you know how people are. Sometimes, they just can’t help themselves, always chasing after something new and exciting.” Ophelia looked up at him, a strange feeling settling in her stomach. Earlier that day, she’d been devastated. Seven years of pouring her heart and soul into a relationship—anyone would be heartbroken by such betrayal. But after spending the afternoon processing everything, Ophelia had gained some clarity. So when she heard Jayden’s calculated analysis, she felt no pain, only irony. “You want to try something new?” Ophelia asked, her voice steady. Jayden’s fingers trembled slightly on her shoulder as he answered with practiced tenderness, “You’re all I need. What we have is irreplaceable. I don’t need anything new.” “Yeah, right,” she thought with a bitter smile. If Ophelia hadn’t met Ariel today, she might have believed him. Just then, his phone rang. Jayden instinctively glanced at Ophelia when he saw the caller ID, only answering after confirming she wasn’t paying attention. Jayden instinctively edged toward the car door, trying to put some distance between himself and Ophelia—probably afraid she might overhear. What he didn’t realize was that his Bluetooth earbuds were right next to her, still connected and broadcasting every word of Ariel’s side of the conversation. Ophelia dug her nails into her palms, fighting to keep her composure. After hanging up, Jayden turned to her with a guilty look. “Baby, I’m so sorry, but there’s an emergency at work. I need to head there right away. Let me get you a cab, okay?” But Ophelia had heard it all crystal clear. Ariel was having morning sickness and wanted him to come over for dinner. She’d even bought a new roleplay outfit she knew he’d love. At that moment, Ophelia felt physically sick to her stomach. Looking at Jayden, she put on a sweet voice. “Why don’t I come to the office with you? I don’t have anything planned after work anyway.” Jayden’s face immediately tensed up at her suggestion. “Baby, you’ve had such a long day already. I might be stuck there till late tonight. There’s no point in you waiting around. Just head home and get some rest, okay? I’ll try to wrap things up as quickly as I can.” He sounded so caring, so concerned about her wellbeing. If only he knew that she already knew everything. But Ophelia didn’t push it any further. What was the point? She was just tired of it all. Ophelia asked the driver to pull over and got out of the car alone. Standing on the sidewalk, she watched Jayden’s car disappear into the distance. At that moment, she felt the last warmth in her heart turn to ice. Ophelia walked aimlessly through the autumn night, memories of her life with Jayden playing like a movie in her head. Back then, when Jayden had announced he wanted to start his own business and quit his job, she’d stood by him without hesitation. She’d supported them both on her modest salary, never complaining once. She could still remember those winter mornings, biking to work in the freezing cold instead of taking a cab just so she could put better food on their table. “I promise I’ll make it big,” he’d told her. “We’ll have our dream house someday, Ophelia. Just trust me.” “I’ll cherish you forever,” he’d said. “You’re my forever and always.” A bitter smile crossed her face. He had delivered on part of his promise—the luxury mansion, the successful business. But “forever” hadn’t lasted nearly as long as she’d thought it would.

Back home, Ophelia took a hot shower to shake off the winter chill and then began packing for her departure. She filled her suitcases with clothes and essentials, arranging for an international courier service to pick them up. The housekeeper noticed her bustling around and asked curiously, “Mrs. Romano, are you going on a business trip?” “No,” Ophelia replied. She had no intention of telling anyone, especially not Jayden’s staff. Instead, she made up an excuse. “Just clearing out my old clothes for donation.” “Mrs. Romano, you’re so thoughtful. I have prepared something to eat for you. Mr. Wilson just called to make sure we’d take good care of you.” “Just called?” Ophelia scoffed inwardly. She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all. Jayden was quite a player—wanting to have his cake and eat it too, refusing to let go of Ophelia while sweet-talking Ariel on the side. He’d even managed to call and check on her while he was busy tending to his pregnant mistress. No wonder everyone still saw Jayden as the perfect husband. All her years of devotion had been forgotten, and now Ophelia finally understood why—Jayden was one hell of an actor. Staring at the food on the table, Ophelia couldn’t bring herself to take a single bite. Her stomach churned, though she wasn’t sure if it was from thinking about Jayden’s disgusting two-faced act or realizing she’d been nursing a snake in her bosom all this time. She barely made it to the bathroom before throwing up. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she gripped the sink, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Something clicked in her mind, and she reached for the pregnancy test she kept in the bathroom cabinet. A chill ran down Ophelia’s spine as she waited for the results. Her period was late by a few days this month, but she hadn’t thought much of it until the morning sickness hit. She’d written off the irregularity as stress from her hectic schedule. Ten minutes felt like an eternity. When the two lines appeared, Ophelia’s hands trembled. There wasn’t a shred of joy in her heart. Instead, it felt like a boulder was crushing her chest, making it hard to breathe. Just yesterday, news of this pregnancy would have sent her running to Jayden, excitedly planning their wedding. But knowing Jayden was at Ariel’s place right now, she couldn’t find any joy in the moment. Coming out of the bathroom, Ophelia sat on the edge of the bed, lost in thought for what felt like hours, wrestling with what to do about the baby. She’d always loved children and had spent countless nights imagining what it would be like to start a family with Jayden. But this was the last thing Ophelia had seen coming. While she was still reeling from the revelation, Jayden called. He told her he had to go on a last-minute business trip for a week, asking her to take care of herself and stay safe during her commute. Then, she heard a faint voice in the background, a travel agent confirming two tickets to Crystal Island. “Alright, take care of yourself too,” Ophelia replied with her usual warmth. Her familiar concern put Jayden completely at ease. After hanging up, Ophelia smiled. Minutes ago, she hadn’t known what to do about the baby. Now she did. Ophelia called in sick to work and then made appointments for the medical check-up and termination. She couldn’t keep this baby. Ophelia lay awake all night before heading to the hospital early the next morning. After the examination, she followed the doctor to the procedure room. Lying on the cold surgical table, she felt a chill that went bone-deep. The coldness pierced through to her core, like shards of ice stabbing at her heart. At this moment, the last thread connecting her to Jayden was about to be severed forever. From now on, they would truly be separate people living separate lives. When Ophelia woke up, she was hooked up to an IV drip. Her hand instinctively moved to her stomach. “It was over?” she thought, a bitter smile crossing her face.

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From the instant we exchanged our wedding vows, my husband, Julian Smith, embarked on a fervent mission to knit me seamlessly into his family, dedicating himself to having sex with me to make me pregnant. But after three years, my belly remained flat. Gradually, his patience began to wear thin. Eventually, he abandoned me in a fire, leaving me with his new lover. Yet, I wasn’t shattered. After being rescued, I did three things. First, I secretly hid my pregnancy test report. Second, I moved out of the home we’d shared for three years. Third, on our wedding anniversary, I filed for divorce. Julian remained indifferent. His new lover came to me to apologize, tears streaming down her face. “Judy, Mr. Smith didn’t mean to hurt you. If you’re angry, blame me.” I didn’t blame her. I simply told her to leave. Julian wrapped his arms around her, murmuring soothing words, but the moment he turned to me, his demeanor shifted. With a voice as cold as ice, he declared and tossed a divorce agreement my way, “Don’t regret it.” With not a single regret in my heart, I departed in silence, hiding the secret of my pregnancy. But later, when he stumbled upon my pregnancy test report, his eyes flared red with fury, and he seemed to lose all sense of reason. ***** In the aftermath of the fire, I lay in the hospital for three long days, but Julian never visited. Upon my discharge from the hospital, I found myself perched alone on the sofa, lost in contemplation over the doctor’s words. The doctor had said, “Ms. White, you’re pregnant, but the pregnancy isn’t stable. You must take care to avoid any intense emotions or excitement.” Remembering my past miscarriages, I silently vowed, “Baby, this time, I will bring you into the world.” Julian returned late that night. He was engaged in a phone conversation, a tender glow softening his gaze. A woman’s voice drifted through the line. It was none other than Linda Green, the rising starlet he had heroically pulled from the fire just recently. Once, this would have driven me mad with jealousy. Now, it left me numb. Only after hanging up did he notice me on the sofa. Surprise flickered across his face, followed by irritation. “Why didn’t you tell me you were discharged?” he yelled. I almost laughed. I’d texted him long before leaving the hospital. He just hadn’t cared enough to notice. When I didn’t respond, he sat beside me. After a brief pause, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a black credit card. With a calm directive, he said, “Take this, and keep preparing for the pregnancy.” My hand rested on my belly, where life was already growing. I kept the existence of our child a secret, leaving the card untouched where he had placed it. Instead, I handed him a contract. “Julian, let’s get divorced.” The words on the divorce agreement stunned him. His brow creased into a frown, and his voice was laced with the same impatience as always. “Divorce? Did you not just go through a fire before? And besides, you’re here, safe and sound, aren’t you? Now, you want to divorce me over this?” he snapped. I thought, “Go through a fire? Safe and sound?” My nails dug into my palms as I fought to keep my emotions in check. Yes, I’d survived the fire. But the fire had always been my shadow. It had killed my mother and nearly claimed me, too. Julian had saved me back then, pulling me from the abyss. So, shouldn’t he, of all people, know how terrified I was of fire? How could he just abandon me in the midst of flames and walk away, hand in hand with another woman? As I held my silence, he continued, “Come on, be sensible. I’ve had my hands full. That’s why I couldn’t make it to the hospital.” With my patience worn thin, I let out a derisive sneer and retort. “If being ‘sensible’ means I should overlook how you left me for dead at the fire and walked out with another woman, only to expect me to act like nothing happened, then yes, I guess I’m not sensible at all.” I took a deep breath and declared, “Julian, let’s get a divorce.” He fell silent, his expression darkening as he sat there for a moment, brooding. Finally, he left the card on the table. “Don’t be rash. Keep trying for a baby.” With that, he walked upstairs without looking back. I knew he was trying to appease me. He’d done this before whenever I’d been jealous of Linda. There was a time when he would at least conjure up surprises for me, but now, all that remained was a credit card devoid of any real sentiment. He thought I’d give in like I always had. But this time, I wouldn’t.

Watching Julian’s back as he walked away, I sneered. Suddenly, a sharp pain pierced my lower abdomen, yanking me from my thoughts. My hand instinctively flew to my stomach as I rushed to the guest bedroom, taking a folic acid pill. I softly placed my hand on my belly, whispering words of silent solace to the delicate life blossoming within. That night marked the beginning of another cold war between Julian and me. This had become his go-to tactic, coercing me into conceding my supposed faults ever since we tied the knot. Once upon a time, I had bowed my head because I loved him. But now? Now that the love was gone, there was no reason to give in anymore. I packed my things and moved out. That night, he made no effort to find me, which I welcomed as a chance for some freedom. I seized the opportunity to make plans with my best friend, Rachel Gray, for dinner and a movie. As we drove home afterward, Rachel finally broke the silence. “Are you really going through with the divorce? Are you prepared to let go of everything you’ve worked so hard for?” Within the car, my hand tenderly caressed my pregnant belly. The lights beyond the window cast a dim glow, yet a serene calm enveloped me. Her question didn’t stir up any anxiety in me. Maybe I was just too disappointed to feel anything anymore. “I’m planning to take a job at Joyvo Group,” I said softly. Rachel’s eyes widened in surprise. “If you go to Joyvo Group, Julian will lose it,” she exclaimed. I thought about it for a second and chuckled, “Now that you mention it, I think I want to go even more.” After a restorative night, I composed an email to Julian, formally tendering my resignation. He offered no response, so I took his silence as tacit agreement. The very next day, I turned on my heel and aligned myself with his competitor, Joyvo Group. Consequently, on my first day at the new company, Julian sought me out. In front of everyone, he grabbed my arm and pulled me away. He looked livid. I stumbled after him, my free hand instinctively covering my belly to protect the baby inside me. “Julian! What the hell is wrong with you? Are you insane?” I yanked my arm, trying to break free. “I think you’re the one who’s lost it!” he snapped. “You want to work at Joyvo Group? Did I give you permission to resign?” His face loomed mere inches from mine as he pulled me close. Our gaze met when his eyes burned with anger. “Do you even remember how Joyvo Group tried to destroy us in the beginning?” he demanded. Of course, I remembered. How could I forget the humiliation Julian endured when Joyvo Group had tried to suppress us? It was a wound he had carried for so long, a constant source of pain. But that pain didn’t justify the way he treated me, did it? He never cared about my hurts, so why should I care about his? “Have you said everything you needed to say?” I asked. “Because if you have, then let me go. I have work to do.” I tried to pull away again, but his grip was like iron. His fingers dug into my wrist, and I winced. His eyes were red with rage. “You will not work for Joyvo Group,” he growled. “Name any condition. Anything but this.” Any condition? I almost laughed at the absurdity of it. In his mind, we were still haggling, still negotiating like this was some business deal. When had our relationship become so transactional? When had love turned into a series of demands and conditions? I met his gaze, his eyes brimming with a tempest of anger. His eyes, which I had once loved so deeply, now gazed back at me with an unsettling unfamiliarity. I took a deep breath, letting the calm wash over me again. “Fine,” I said firmly. “My condition is divorce.”

After a brief pause, I lifted my head again, meeting Julian’s red-rimmed eyes head-on. I repeated my words. “As long as you agree to a divorce, I won’t take the job at Joyvo Group.” I could see the anger in his eyes bubbling just beneath the surface, ready to spill over. My wrist felt as though it might snap under his vice-like grip. Just when I braced myself for his inevitable rejection, he laughed. “Fine,” he said, his tone dripping with malice. “Since you want a divorce so badly, I’ll grant your wish. But don’t regret it.” Our journey to the courthouse was swift, yet I had overlooked the mandatory 30-day cooling-off period before the divorce could proceed. The divorce was stalled, and we were now tethered to an agonizing wait of another 30 days. I stood on the steps, waiting for the taxi, feeling a growing sense of impatience. Julian stood beside me, unmoving. He exuded an air of confidence as if victory was already within his grasp. “Judy White,” he began. “I admit that I’ve neglected you lately, but you’ve been too willful. If you come back now, we can work through everything. As for Linda, there’s nothing between us. We’re just cooperating for the company’s marketing. That’s all.” It was the first time he’d ever explained so much to me. Yet, there remained one thing he never clarified—why he abandoned me to the flames that day, choosing instead to rush to Linda’s rescue. I turned to look at him. His expression was calmer now, but his eyes were deep, reflecting my own image back at me like a mirror. He still thought this was just a spat, something that could be smoothed over with a few words. And then, just like before, he started to coax me again. “Let’s prepare for pregnancy. Once we have a child, everything will go back to how it was. My family will accept you once we have a baby.” I had heard him say this before. But this time, something inside me had changed. The expectations I once had were gone, burned away like ash. What did it matter whether his family accepted me or not? I was the daughter of a murderer, after all. Our marriage was over. It had been over for a long time. A flutter of movement in my abdomen, the baby kicking, reminded me of the life growing inside me. Suddenly, I was reminded of the day Julian and I went to get our marriage certificate. Back then, he had been young and full of passion and sincerity. He held our marriage certificate like it was the most precious thing in the world, his face splitting into an ear-to-ear grin. “Honey,” he had said, “We’ll never divorce!” How wrong he had been! At 22, Julian had only me in his heart and eyes. At 30, Julian had more than just me in his eyes and heart. The thought sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt cold all over. “Julian,” I confessed, “I really don’t want to go on with you.” With those words, I climbed into the car and l As the car pulled away, my phone buzzed with a message from Julian. His words were filled with rage. Julian: [I’ll give you one last chance. Come back and prepare for the pregnancy!] Rather than respond to his message, I blocked his number, erased it from my contacts, and tossed my phone aside.   That evening, after taking my folic acid tablet, I planned to settle into bed. But then I felt a dull ache in my abdomen. The doctor’s words echoed in my mind. “Ms. White, you’re pregnant, but the pregnancy isn’t stable. You must take care to avoid any intense emotions or excitement.” I gently rested my hand on my belly, which was just beginning to show the faintest curve. Whispering to the life growing inside me, I said, “Baby, no matter what, I will protect you. I’ll bring you into this world and make sure you grow up happy and safe…” With that, I drifted into a peaceful sleep. During the cooling-off period before the divorce, all I wanted was to live quietly. I yearned to erase it all from my memory and forget Julian entirely. Then, I planned to find a place where I was a stranger to give birth and raise my child in solitude. No longer would I have to wait in solitude at home each day, uncertain if Julian would return or not. I would no longer have to stew in jealousy over him and those female celebrities he claimed were merely business targets. I would no longer fret over his family rejecting me because I was the daughter of a murderer. But the next day, my phone rang. It was Rachel. Anxiously, she urged me over the phone, “Judy, please, check the trending searches on Twitter.” I opened the app, and my mind went blank instantly. The trending topics were filled with explosive revelations. [Golden Agent Judy White Revealed as the Daughter of a Murderer] [The Nation-Shaking Murder Case from Twelve Years Ago, Judy White’s Mother Found Guilty] The hashtags quickly climbed to the top of the list, dominating the hot search rankings. The comment section was a cesspool of venomous speculation and vile insults. My hands trembled as I held the phone. On the other end of the line, Rachel spoke with a voice laced with urgency, “Judy, you won’t believe this, but Julian’s company just released a statement confirming it’s all true…” Her words faded into the distance, drowned out by the roaring in my ears. In a trance, my mind drifted back to that fateful night, a night soaked in the stark hues of blood and the fierce glow of flames. I was catapulted back to the time when I lost everyone dear to me. Each day and night, I faced the relentless cruelty of my classmates. Their bullying, oppression, and mockery became the dark shroud of my existence. Everywhere I went, they’d point and whisper, “Look, that’s Judy, the murderer’s daughter.” Even when I hid, their voices followed me. “Judy’s father was a rapist, and her mother’s a murderer.” The first time I visited Julian’s house, his mother looked at me with icy disdain and asked, “Are you the Judy who was almost raped by her own father?” These memories crashed over me like waves, sharp and unrelenting. It was as if a knife was slicing through me, cutting me into pieces again and again. I couldn’t tell how many moments slipped by in that haze. Then, the door burst open, and Rachel’s voice pierced through the haze. “Judy! You’re bleeding!”

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The night before the wedding, Jonathan Kelley’s first love, Yolanda Maxwell, sent over her medical report. She said she wanted to see the world one last time before going blind. In order to avoid leaving any regrets with his first love, he decided to cancel our wedding to take care of her. When I confronted him, he grew impatient. “Can you stop being so petty? She can’t see anymore. Can’t you just be a little understanding?” He even tied me to a chair and forcibly hypnotized me to make me forget about him, for a while, at least. Later, I went ahead and married his archrival. With red eyes, he asked me, “How could you marry someone else?” Raymond Baldwin wrapped his arms around me. “Why are you so upset? It’s just a new groom. Don’t be so petty.” Looking at the photo on my phone, I suddenly felt like I didn’t want to get married anymore. An hour ago, Jonathan’s first love, Yolanda, had posted something on Instagram. [I just casually mentioned I wanted a snack, and he dropped everything and rushed to bring it to me.] The post was accompanied by a photo of the two of them eating together closely. In the photo, my fiancé, Jonathan, was lovingly feeding Yolanda. That gentle look was something I had never seen from him. At that moment, I felt like a joke. I remembered how he had come with me to pick out rings in the afternoon and said there was something urgent at the hospital he had to take care of. His “urgent matter” was running off to buy snacks for his first love. Just then, the door opened. Jonathan had returned. He walked into the bedroom and saw that I was still awake. He came over and hugged me. “We had a lot of patients today, so I’m a bit late home.” His voice was soft, and the faint scent of gardenias filled my nostrils. That was Yolanda’s favorite scent. Suddenly, I felt a wave of nausea. I pushed him away and couldn’t help but mock him. “Really? Did you bring her snacks and still find time to see patients? You really are working hard.” “You… you know?” His eyes flashed with panic, and he immediately took out the medical report. “Yolanda’s having trouble with her eyesight. She could go blind at any time.” When I heard him say that, I just found it laughable. She had posted a picture on Instagram not long ago, and now she was supposedly going blind? It seemed like a joke to me. She had used similar tactics to manipulate Jonathan before. Anyone with common sense could tell she was playing him, but Jonathan still believed her wholeheartedly. Seeing that I didn’t say anything, he went on. “You know, Yolanda lost both her parents when she was young. Now, with this illness, she’s struggling with even the basics of daily life. It’s really pitiful.” I sighed deeply and cut straight to the point. “So, you want to go take care of her?” Jonathan fell silent, not answering, but I could already tell his position. It hit me hard soon. We were supposed to be getting married, yet he couldn’t let go of his first love. I suddenly felt empty inside. “Jonathan, if you can’t let her go, I can call off the wedding and set you two free!” I turned around to start packing my things, but he suddenly grabbed my wrist. He pinned me to the chair and took out some rope he had prepared in advance, tying me up. I screamed, “Are you crazy? What are you doing?” A wave of fear washed over me, and I struggled desperately, trying to break free, but I couldn’t move an inch. He looked at me with a trace of guilt in his eyes. “Wanda Norman, don’t be angry. I know you don’t like her, but right now, she really needs me. “I’m going to take care of her for a few days, and I’ll hypnotize you so you can forget about me temporarily.” He took out a golden pocket watch. I stared at him in disbelief. He actually hypnotized me to forget about him just so he could meet his first love! This watch was something I had specially ordered for him as a birthday gift, and never in my wildest dreams did I think it would end up being used on me. A wave of bitterness hit my chest, and I looked at him with eyes full of disappointment. “Jonathan, I’m your fiancée. Have you ever thought about my feelings?” He turned his head, avoiding my gaze, his voice dripping with impatience. “I’ve already said it’s just a few days to take care of her. Can you stop being so petty?” Petty? In an instant, my heart shattered, and I completely lost control. I shouted at him. “Go ahead then. Once you’re gone, don’t bother coming back!” He held the pocket watch up in front of me, playing with it absentmindedly as he spoke softly to calm me. “Wanda, don’t say such things. How could I not come back? I still have to marry you. Now, be a good girl and get some sleep.” I didn’t know where his confidence came from, thinking I would still end up with him. Suddenly, a wave of dizziness hit me, and I realized he had started the hypnosis. I wanted to fight it, but my eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Soon, my consciousness sank into darkness.

I felt like I had just woken from a long dream, my head pounding. In that dream, I was back to the first time I met Jonathan. He was wearing a black tailcoat and standing on stage playing the violin. Under the lights, he looked angelic, his features sharp and clear, like he had fallen from heaven. I stood below the stage, excitedly shouting his name. That day, Jonathan’s name was carved deeply into my heart. Then, the scene changed. Yolanda walked towards me, holding Jonathan’s arm. “Jonathan only loves me. You’ve lost!” Fragments of broken memories pulled and twisted inside my head, and my brain felt like it was about to explode with pain. With a sharp scream, I woke up. I lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, tears soaking my pillow. It then hit me. I hadn’t lost my memory. I couldn’t believe he could be so cruel. The thought of revenge surged in my mind. Why should he be allowed to leave me for another woman when I couldn’t do the same? The wedding had already been planned, and the invitations were sent out. If I showed up on the wedding day with a different groom, Jonathan would become the laughingstock of the entire city. With that thought in mind, I put on some makeup, picked out a mermaid-style dress from the wardrobe, and took a taxi to the nightclub. The deafening music in the bar made me feel a little disoriented. This was my first time at a place like this, and after searching for a while, I finally spotted Raymond. He was wearing a white shirt, his legs crossed on the table, his hands resting on the sofa, his eyes half-closed. “Mr. Baldwin, why are you drinking alone? How about I join you?” When Raymond heard my voice, he slowly opened his eyes. When he saw me, his expression was full of surprise. “Aren’t you busy preparing for your wedding? What brings you to a place like this?” I took the drink from the table and finished it in one go, replying, “I broke up with him.” Raymond raised an eyebrow at the word “break up” and then teased, “Oh? Did he and Yolanda get back together and dump you?” “I dumped him.” Raymond’s gaze sharpened. “So, what’s your plan now? What do you want from me?” “My wedding still needs a groom. Want to consider marrying me?” “Ms. Norman, you’re something else. Everyone knows there’s bad blood between Jonathan and me. If I take the woman he doesn’t want, it’ll be the biggest joke in the city!” Raymond built his empire from the ground up, while Jonathan was the classic rich second generation. The two of them had always been at odds, never liking each other. I had already guessed he would refuse, but I still wanted to take a gamble. I leaned forward, placing my hands on the couch, giving him a seductive look, my voice dripping with charm. “I’m still engaged to him. He’s been hypnotizing me while secretly seeking out his first love, planning to come back and continue our wedding. “If the groom is switched on the wedding day, Jonathan will definitely become the laughingstock of the entire city. Don’t you find that interesting, Mr. Baldwin?” His eyes were locked on me, full of anger. “You want to use me to get back at him? “Wanda Norman, what do you take me for?” Seeing his anger, I pushed his buttons even more. “I heard that the Baldwin Group lost a major deal to the Kelley family last week. Doesn’t that piss you off? “Seems like you are nothing but a coward who swallows his frustration, Mr. Baldwin. If that’s the case, then I’ll just leave.” After saying that, I noticed he didn’t respond, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed, realizing I had overestimated myself. I turned to leave, but he suddenly grabbed me and pulled me back into his arms, his fingers tilting my chin to look into my eyes. “Are you that impatient?” I was a little taken aback. Did he just agree? Before I could ask him what he meant, he whispered in my ear. “Wanda, in my dictionary, there’s no such thing as divorce, only widowhood. “We can get married, but we have to get the certificate. Think it through carefully.” I froze for a moment, recalling what my best friend had said before. She told me Raymond was a notorious workaholic, uninterested in emotional matters, and had no rumors about him at all. Some even wondered if he was into men. Now that he was saying this, I was a bit lost. I had only wanted to use him to humiliate Jonathan, but he was taking it seriously. Seeing I hadn’t responded, he sneered. “What? Are you scared?” There was already a fire burning inside me, and his words only stoked it further. The alcohol made my feelings bubble up even more. Looking at his sharply defined face, I leaned in and kissed him, wrapping my arms around his neck. His lips were cool and soft. “Wanda, you’re the one who came on to me.”

He lifted me up and walked toward the door, opening it and gently placing me inside the car. The car sped along and soon stopped in front of a villa. Once we were inside, he laid me on the bed and immediately hovered over me. To be honest, I was a little nervous. I had been with Jonathan for so long, but we had never crossed any boundaries. This was the first time I had been this close to a man, and my whole body was tense. Raymond seemed to sense my unease. He leaned in, whispering in my ear. “Relax, don’t be nervous. I’ll teach you how to do this.” His warm breath tickled my neck, sending electric shivers down my spine. Then, he kissed me. At first, I was uncomfortable. But with his lead, I slowly began to lose myself in the moment. He didn’t stop until morning. I was completely exhausted, and in my dazed state, I thought I heard him say something. “Wanda, I’ve finally got you.” When I woke up, my body felt like it had been shattered. The scattered clothes around us were a clear sign of just how intense the night had been. While I was lost in thought, the door suddenly opened. Raymond walked in, carrying a glass of milk. I reached out to take it. But I noticed his gaze was fixed on my wrist. Looking down, I saw the marks from where he had gripped me. He held my hand, his eyes red, his voice full of concern. “What happened? Did he hurt you?” When I saw his worried expression, a warm feeling washed over me. I smiled, trying to sound casual. “I’m fine. Don’t worry.” But when Raymond heard me say that, his gaze grew darker, and his face slowly turned serious. He let go of my hand and walked out of the room. I stood there, unsure of what had just happened or where I’d gone wrong. But before long, I saw him walk back in with a first aid kit. He knelt down in front of me, dipped a cotton swab in alcohol, and gently started disinfecting the wound. When I saw how serious he looked, my heart suddenly softened. I hadn’t felt cared for in such a way for a long time. When I had severe cramps during my period a while back, I called Jonathan, hoping he would bring me some painkillers. He’d told me, “All women have cramps. Why are you being so dramatic?” Since then, I have never expected his care again. Tears started to well up in my eyes, and they fell one by one. When Raymond saw me crying, he seemed a bit lost. “Why are you crying? Did I hurt you?” I shook my head, choking up as I asked. “Do you think I’m being dramatic right now?” “No.” He pulled me into his arms, cupped my face gently, and kissed away my tears. With a serious look, he said. “Wanda, you have every right to be dramatic with me. My shoulder will always be here for you to lean on, and I won’t let you shed a single tear.” I looked at him through tearful eyes, whispering, “Okay.” We went to City Hall and quickly completed the paperwork. Holding the marriage license in my hand, I still felt a bit dazed… I had actually married Jonathan’s sworn enemy. Raymond waved his hand in front of my face, concern in his voice. “Wanda, what’s wrong? What are you thinking about?” My thoughts snapped back, and I sighed a little. “It just feels… so sudden. Like I’m dreaming.” Raymond pulled me into his arms and kissed me passionately. He didn’t let go until I could barely breathe. Looking at me with a possessive expression, he said. “Do you regret it? Regret won’t change anything. From now on, you’re mine and only mine.” After we left City Hall, he took me to a newly opened exotic restaurant. We entered the dining hall, and he called the waiter over to order a platter of grilled shrimp, sweet-glazed ribs, and beef cheese rolls. Then he turned to the waiter and added, “Oh, and no spices, please.” I looked at him in confusion. “How did you know I like these dishes and that I don’t like spices?” He smiled faintly. “It is just some things I need to pay attention to really understand.” Tears gathered in my eyes again as I thought about how, when I was with Jonathan, he never cared about my food preferences. I liked exotic dishes, while he preferred local cuisine. I was always the one adjusting to him. But in just a few short days with Raymond, he had already become so thoughtful and attentive. So, this was what it felt like to be cared for. After dinner, we returned home. He went to his study to work while I took a shower and lay down on the bed. Just then, a video from a friend popped up on my phone.   In the video, Jonathan was kneeling on one knee, holding out a ring to propose to Yolanda. The people around them cheered, “Say yes, say yes!” Yolanda, blushing, nodded shyly, and he slid the ring onto her finger. The two of them shared a passionate kiss. As I watched this, my heart didn’t stir at all. I was about to close my phone when Raymond walked in. He saw the video on my screen, and his face immediately darkened. He tilted my chin up, his voice low and firm as he warned me. “I won’t allow my wife to have feelings for another man.” His possessive, yet slightly hurt, gaze melted my heart. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck, gazing back into his eyes. “The moment we registered our marriage, I completely let go of him,” I said softly. “I’m just grateful. If it weren’t for him, I might never have woken up. Otherwise, I would never have met someone as wonderful as you.” Before I could finish, he leaned down and kissed me passionately, our fingers intertwining as if he wanted to pull me into his very being, claiming me completely. In the haze of the kiss, all I could hear was him repeatedly whispering in my ear. “You’re mine. You belong to me and only me.” The next few days, Raymond and I went to choose the wedding dress and rings, preparing everything for the ceremony. We lived like newlyweds, sharing a life together. Raymond treated me so well that I suddenly felt like maybe my impulsive decision back then wasn’t such a bad thing. Soon enough, the big day arrived. I sat in front of the mirror, looking at myself in the wedding dress with delicate makeup, still in disbelief that I was about to get married. I had imagined so many times what it would be like to wear a beautiful wedding dress and say, “I do” to Jonathan. But I never imagined that just a few days later, everything would change so completely. It was Jonathan’s coldness that had snapped me out of it. If it weren’t for him, I probably wouldn’t have ended up with Raymond so soon. Lost in thought, I barely noticed when the host outside the door called out for the ceremony to start. With the sound of music playing, I stood up, lifted my dress, and walked towards the wedding stage. The past was now just a distant memory. The things that once mattered would eventually fade. One had to look ahead. I truly believed that the future would only get better. Just then, the doors to the hall opened, and Jonathan hurriedly entered, dressed in a black suit. He stood at the door, panting, clearly having rushed over from Yolanda’s place. One of his friends stepped forward, anxious. “Why are you only just getting here? If you’re any later, it’ll be too late.” Jonathan gave a careless smile. “What’s there to worry about? Even if I’m a few minutes late, Wanda will wait for me. I’ve stood her up so many times before, and didn’t she always come back and cheer me up?” “Right, you really have her under control.” “Alright, keep this conversation between us. Don’t go spreading it around!” “Of course, don’t worry. I’ve got your back, bro.” At that moment, the host took the microphone and announced, “Now, let’s welcome the groom to the stage.” Jonathan adjusted his bow tie, smiling as he took his first step. Just then, Raymond, dressed in a tuxedo, passed by him, walking directly onto the stage and taking my hand.

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