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  • Hate not to meet before marriage

    I was the human shield, personally chosen by *him*, the unhinged prince of the underworld, to protect his precious childhood sweetheart. Five years into our marriage, I was captured for the nineteenth time by one of his former business associates. Caleb Thorne led his men to rescue me. He’d barely been negotiating with the associate for two minutes when his childhood sweetheart, Seraphina Hayes, called. “Caleb, my friends and I made a bet. I’ll give my first kiss to the first man who comes for me. I hope that man is you.” “Are you coming or not?” The moment Caleb rushed off, a pair of iron fists smashed my ribs. An immense wave of pain swallowed me whole. Just like the previous eighteen times, his men took over the associate’s demands, then sent me to the hospital. In the car, I heard them complaining, wondering when I’d stop upsetting Seraphina. Saving me every time was such a hassle, they said. I didn’t even have the strength to cry. The mission to save the ruthless crime lord failed. The system was about to forcibly erase my memories. Caleb Thorne, I won’t bother you ever again.

    The doctor’s warning was grim. “Ms. Vance, your last shattered rib fracture was already life-threatening. Now, your rib cage has been crushed again.” “If you don’t rest properly, even the slightest mistake could lead to a massive hemorrhage. You could bleed out and die instantly!” I listened, then spoke with extreme calm. “Understood.” The doctor shook his head and left. The system’s voice chimed in. “Mission failed. All memories, including yours, will be forcibly erased.” “Or do you want to try again, take on a different identity to save him?” I refused. “Erase them.” “Erasure protocol initiating. Everyone’s memories of you will be retained for a final 48 hours.” In my previous life, I was in a vegetative state until I died of old age. After transmigrating, I cherished my family, friends, and lover even more, becoming the irreplaceable good daughter, best friend, and wife in their hearts. And I loved Caleb Thorne without reservation. But all those beautiful memories were about to vanish, all because the mission failed. On a whim, I opened Seraphina Hayes’ social media account and found a video she’d uploaded. The house in the video was the one Caleb bought for our wedding. On screen, Seraphina was making a special lunch in her custom-made, exquisite kitchen. Her pale neck bore several soft pink adhesive bandages, and a sparkling diamond ring on her finger flashed frequently on camera. She patiently and meticulously explained the cooking steps, her voice so gentle it seemed to embrace everything. “My boyfriend proposed last night! This diamond ring is from him, and the bandages are to cover…” “He’s very possessive, and pretty intense in… *that* department.” Seraphina flashed a blissful smile. “I didn’t realize he’d waited for me for so long.” A tall, imposing silhouette of a man appeared in the video. He ripped off the bandages from Seraphina’s neck, revealing the intimate marks beneath for all to see. “I want everyone to know you’re mine.” The video abruptly cut off. The comment section exploded with screams: [This official announcement video is too explicit!] [Our goddess has been chasing this mysterious guy for ages, so glad they’re finally together today! Goddess, update more about mysterious bro in the future.] Seraphina picked out comments mentioning Caleb Thorne to reply: “My fiancé’s job is special, so he can’t show his face. Knowing he loves me is enough.” A moment later, Seraphina uploaded another video. In it, Seraphina got splashed with oil while cooking. The man leaned his arrogant head down and sucked her wound. “I can’t stand to see you hurt. From now on, let the maids do all this.” “Okay, I’ll do whatever you say.” The camera didn’t show either of their faces, but the gasps and heavy breathing still gave away their actions. [These two are just too sweet!] But then someone questioned: [How come that voice sounds like Caleb Thorne, the underworld prince from that infamous Dark Web list a while ago?] That comment only appeared for a second before it was forcibly deleted. My head spun, and before I could think much, I fell into a deep sleep. In my dream, I remembered finding a pile of used pink adhesive bandages in the study. I thought they were trash, so I threw them into the bin. But Caleb Thorne was furious, ordering me to pick up all 99 bandages from the trash, not missing a single one. I only found 96, so he confined me for three days. I developed claustrophobia after being held captive by his associate. In the dark room, I pounded on the walls relentlessly, only to hear his gentle voice on the phone. “Seraphina, don’t be angry. I’ll have all 100 soon. As for Elara Vance, I’ll teach her a good lesson.” Caleb’s chillingly cold voice startled me awake. I opened my eyes, blinded by the reflection of a diamond ring. I turned to see Seraphina Hayes, dressed in a pristine white dress, chugging down a bowl of nourishing broth. The maid stammered, “Ms. Vance, Ms. Hayes said she’s been feeling a bit weak lately and needed some blood nourishment, so she took the broth.” “Oh, I’m so sorry, big sister. I’ve been using up too much energy in bed lately, so I accidentally finished it all.” Though Seraphina’s words were apologetic, her face was clearly smug. “You won’t blame me, will you, big sister?” Seraphina deliberately scraped her ring hard against my skin. I cried out in pain and slapped her hand away. Caleb Thorne walked in just as Seraphina stumbled to the floor, meekly apologizing to me. “Elara Vance, you’re lying in bed and still can’t keep the peace? Seraphina went out of her way to visit you!” The maid started to say something, but Seraphina was quicker, collapsing into Caleb’s arms. “Caleb, it’s all my fault. I felt dizzy walking into the room and saw the nourishing broth, so I drank a bit too much. I didn’t mean to finish it… big sister just got a little upset with me, don’t be angry…” Her eyes reddened with remorse, and Caleb’s heart ached. “How many good things has Seraphina given you? It’s just a bowl of broth, why are you being so petty?” Good things? Caleb meant the dirty, ruined hand-me-downs Seraphina had tossed aside for me? Caleb turned and instructed the maid: “Seraphina’s been feeling weak lately, always saying she has no energy. Since your broth suits her taste, you’ll come to the villa specifically to make broth for Seraphina from now on. As for Elara…” “She needs to watch what she eats!”

    The maid obediently left. Caleb looked at Seraphina, his cold demeanor from earlier completely gone as he pulled her into his embrace. “Last night you kept complaining about your back hurting, but today you’re apologizing to someone and it’s suddenly fine?” Seraphina blushed and playfully punched Caleb’s chest. “How can that be the same? Last night was… in bed.” They treated me like air, flirting shamelessly as if I weren’t even there. I thought I’d feel sadness or anger, but now, everything had turned to numbness. Perhaps it was the system’s forced memory erasure taking effect, but I couldn’t even recall what it felt like for Caleb to love me. Soon after, the doctor came to examine me. Caleb’s men kept rushing him. “It’s just a broken rib, right? How serious can it be? I don’t want to be stuck here babysitting you all day.” So, after receiving the doctor’s assurance that I was “barely fit for discharge,” they drove me back to my residence and dumped me there. Scenes like this played out countless times every day. Caleb’s men only saw me as a tool, a human shield for Seraphina. I took my own medicine back at the villa. My stomach ached dully with hunger, but the villa was empty. Even the maid who was supposed to cook for me was gone. Caleb called, his voice cold as he announced: “That maid you picked out for yourself was attentive, but she didn’t do a thing for Seraphina. You’re forbidden from having a maid for three months. That’ll teach you a lesson!” “Seraphina hasn’t been feeling well lately, so I called your family doctor over to her place. It’s just a minor injury for you, I’m sure you’ll recover with some rest.” He didn’t leave anyone to take care of me. Did he expect a freshly discharged patient to fend for herself? I gave a bitter laugh. “Okay.” “After this week, I’ll send the doctor back.” “Okay.” The voice on the other end paused, sounding deeply annoyed. “Are you done yet? How long are you going to keep making a fuss over a bowl of nourishing broth?” “You promised before we got married that you’d be Seraphina’s human shield willingly. You’ve been ‘Mrs. Thorne’ for a few years now, but you really think you’re my wife? Stop dreaming. Seraphina is my true princess.” I nodded blankly. “Okay, I know.” He seemed surprised for a moment, then sounded satisfied. “That’s more like it. If you need anything, just tell the butler.” A woman’s voice quickly drowned out his brief gentleness. “Caleb, I’ve been waiting for you for ages.” Caleb hung up without hesitation. The countdown now showed 24 hours remaining. I found some food the maid had left in the fridge. For some reason, the electricity and water were cut off. The food was clearly on the verge of spoiling, and I couldn’t heat anything, but I was so hungry my stomach hurt. I wolfed it down. Seraphina Hayes’ latest video popped up automatically on my phone. I meant to swipe it away but accidentally tapped on it. The video’s background seemed to be a high-end restaurant. This time, Seraphina had not only several adhesive bandages on her neck but also on her arms and waist. Seraphina closed her eyes, making a wish in front of a cake. Suddenly, violin music began to play. The camera panned to the side, revealing huge bouquets of roses. Nestled within the roses was luxurious, high-end jewelry. Seraphina cried tears of joy, happily throwing herself into Caleb Thorne’s arms. Caleb gently smiled, wiping away her tears, and personally placed the necklace around her neck. The comments brimmed with envy: [Mysterious bro is so handsome! Goddess and him, forever together!] Seraphina replied in the comments: “My fiancé is the most handsome man in the world. He wants to give me nothing but the best.” “He waited for me for a long time, and last week, I finally decided to marry him.” “We’re holding our wedding ceremony next month, and we’ll be live-streaming it for everyone.” The screen’s light shone on my face. As I ate, my stomach twisted in excruciating pain. I suddenly caught sight of Seraphina’s message at the bottom of the bowl. [Elara Vance, I deliberately had the maid cut off your water and electricity, and left spoiled food in the fridge. You didn’t eat it, did you?] My stomach had been messed up from being starved for days during my captivity by Caleb’s associate, making me unable to eat anything unclean. My stomach instantly churned, and I threw up. Just then, Caleb Thorne called. I opened my mouth to ask for help, but was met with a furious torrent of scolding. “Elara Vance, for a bowl of nourishing broth and a few maids, you actually posted Seraphina’s info on the dark web’s infamous list!” “If Seraphina loses even a single strand of hair, I swear I’ll make your life a living hell!” I clutched my lower abdomen, shaking my head. “It wasn’t me, Caleb. My stomach hurts, can you come—” “It’s not you *again*? Besides you, who else has that travel photo of Seraphina? It was a photo of you and Seraphina together, and you cunningly cropped yourself out, leaving only her!” “And you’ve been to the restaurant Seraphina and I ate at today. Who else would expose her location?” “I even saw you following Seraphina’s social media account.” Caleb’s voice dripped with blatant disgust. I even suspected that if I appeared before him, he’d force me to kneel and kowtow to Seraphina. Just last month, Seraphina said she was scared of thunder and wanted me to stay with her. The moment I approached her bed, she deliberately kicked me off. That day, I was made to humiliate myself until my lips were split and bleeding before Seraphina finally, softly, said it was ‘okay’. Today, Caleb once again pinned the blame on me without a second thought. My forehead was sweating with pain, but I desperately tried to explain, “I really didn’t…” On the other end of the phone, Seraphina shrieked in terror, “Caleb, I’m so scared, is someone coming to kill me?” The call disconnected. My face pale, I dialed 911. The next moment, Caleb’s men kicked open the door. But they weren’t there to save me. Instead, they dragged me up. “It’s your turn again today to take the fall for Seraphina.” An ambulance siren wailed outside. I struggled desperately. “I don’t feel well, I need to go to the hospital.” The men exchanged glances and burst into laughter. “This Elara Vance really is just as Seraphina said—she’s faking it.”

    Caleb’s men forcibly seated me on the restaurant’s top-floor open-air terrace, making me eat alone. “Didn’t you say you were hungry? Seraphina specially ordered all of this for you.” Caleb said coldly, then went into the safe room with Seraphina, his voice full of doting affection. “Don’t be scared, no one can hurt you.” Caleb held her in his arms, gently comforting her. Seraphina seemed as fragile as a baby bird. “Caleb, will big sister Elara blame me if she finds out I’m using her as a human shield?” “She wouldn’t dare. You even personally ordered her meal. You haven’t done anything wrong to her.” Seraphina’s voice grew even softer. “But won’t you think I’m too selfish? I’m afraid you’ll dislike me…” “Never. You’re the kindest woman I’ve ever met. I’ll love you forever, and be with you my entire life.” Through the constant gnawing pain in my stomach, I heard their intertwined gasps and heavy breathing. I couldn’t ignore it, even if I tried. Looking at the exquisite meal in front of me, I didn’t dare touch my fork. From time to time, Seraphina’s sweet laughter drifted to my ears. “Caleb, don’t do that. Big sister is still outside, and she is your wife, in name at least.” Caleb’s voice was dismissive as he pulled off Seraphina’s clothes. “This was always a fake marriage, meant to protect you. She’s ungrateful enough to try and harm you. What she’s getting now is a bargain!” I couldn’t tell if it was from stomach pain or heartbreak, but tears dripped onto the back of my hand. I just felt pathetic and ridiculous. Time passed, minute by agonizing minute. I endured it, half-conscious, half-delirious, until the sounds from the safe room finally ceased. I asked in a hoarse whisper, “It’s past midnight. Can you take me to the hospital?” One of the men looked uncomfortable, hesitating for a moment, about to agree. Caleb suddenly kicked open the safe room door and grabbed my hair. “Who told you to leave your seat? Are you in cahoots with someone, deliberately trying to harm Seraphina!” Half an hour ago, Seraphina had inexplicably disappeared. I shook my head blankly. “I’ve been right here the whole time. I didn’t leave. Your men can vouch for me…” But his men said, “She went to the restroom halfway through.” I sharply lifted my head, unable to understand why he was lying. Caleb’s eyes flashed with cold malice, asking almost savagely, “Who did you send a message to?” “I didn’t. It wasn’t me.” He kicked my lower abdomen. A fierce wave of pain made me curl up on the ground. “Still faking it? Seraphina just went to the restroom too. If you don’t tell the truth, don’t blame me for getting rough!” Just then, his phone rang. After answering, Caleb strode out. “Found Seraphina. Bring Elara Vance.” Caleb thought the driver was too slow, so he took the wheel himself, speeding like a madman, yelling Seraphina’s name. My hands and feet were bound. I was tossed around, repeatedly hitting the floor of the car, crying out in pain, but he didn’t even glance at me. When we arrived at the abandoned factory, Seraphina was tied to a pillar, trembling with fear. “Caleb, I’m so scared! Save me!” Caleb’s expression instantly changed, turning to his former associate with furious eyes. “Anyone you want me to deal with, I’ll agree. I can even hand over my wife to you as a hostage.” The associate smiled, satisfied. “No problem.” As I was shoved towards the associate, Caleb held Seraphina, his face beaming with the joy of finding something lost and precious. The associate immediately slapped me. My head snapped to the side, and all I saw was Caleb walking away with Seraphina. It was like this again. He didn’t look back, not even once. The associate savored the expression on my face, then walked over and brutally ground his leather shoe onto my hand. He then ordered his men to mercilessly break both my legs. I screamed in agonizing pain. “Just kill me!” But the associate just laughed. “You’re a hostage. If you die, what will I use to control Caleb Thorne?” “Caleb Thorne even handed his wife over to me. It seems he’s not without weaknesses.” I quickly said, “You’re wrong. He doesn’t care if I live or die.” But the associate showed me a contract Caleb Thorne had signed. “Stop acting. He agreed to my cooperation for you. With you in my hands, he’ll have to listen.” The associate held me captive, ensuring I wouldn’t die, yet constantly making me scream in agony. Eventually, I was numb, my throat hoarse. He then plunged a dagger through my shoulder blade, recording the scene and sending it to Caleb Thorne. A day and a night later, Caleb finally sent a voice message. “Don’t hurt my wife. I’ll do anything.” But in the background, I heard Seraphina Hayes’ sweet laughter. A chill instantly permeated my heart. If he truly cared about me, why didn’t he come to save me? The associate, having received a reply, became even more excited, carving countless cuts into my body to threaten Caleb Thorne. “If you don’t come now, your wife will bleed to death.” My body was slowly losing strength, but I smiled. I looked at the countdown, which showed three hours remaining. Caleb Thorne, I’ll soon forget you completely. But then, an alarm blared at the associate’s villa. Caleb Thorne’s men flooded in, apprehending the associate and handing him over to the police. “Where’s Elara Vance? Where is she?” Was Caleb Thorne here to save me? Before I could even feel happy, I heard them discussing: “Caleb Thorne truly went berserk for his beloved. He wasn’t even going to bother, but when he heard the associate touched Seraphina’s face, he set up the whole scheme to kill everyone, just to get revenge for her.”

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  • My husband put down his scalpel to save Bai Yueguang when he was doing a heart transplant for me

    My intention in marrying Julian Thorne wasn’t pure. Yes, I liked him, but more importantly, he was the world’s leading cardiothoracic surgeon. So, I used every trick in the book to lure him, to make him forget Seraphina, the woman who truly held his heart, and willingly marry me. After we got married, he was like a devout believer. He held my hand and promised to personally perform my heart transplant surgery, to give me a second chance at life. Just when I thought he had fallen in love with me, Seraphina got into a car accident. He rushed off to operate on her, completely forgetting that today was the day he was supposed to perform my heart transplant. I was already prepped, sedated, and had been lying on the operating table, waiting for him for what felt like forever. The waiting room light outside the operating theater went out. I lay on the cold gurney, feeling the warmth of life draining from my fingertips, little by little. The familiar, agonizing pain in my chest intensified, each breath feeling like glass shards scraping my windpipe. The head nurse walked over, her face etched with professional pity. “Mrs. Thorne, Dr. Thorne had a more urgent emergency surgery come up. Your procedure will have to be postponed.” I nodded, unable to utter a single word. The heart meant for me, chilling in its preservation box, had only a few hours of viability left. And my life? Only a few hours remained, too. My phone vibrated. It was my brother, Liam. He immediately roared into the phone, “Chloe! Where is that bastard, Julian Thorne? I just got word, the donor family has signed, and the heart is on its way!” I opened my mouth, but the sound that came out was hoarse and dry. “Liam, he… he went to save someone.” A deathly silence hung on the line, then an even louder roar. “Save someone? Who is he saving? That woman, Seraphina Dubois?! Does he have any idea how much money our family spent, how many connections we pulled to find that perfect match for this heart?! This is your life!” Liam’s voice trembled with fury. I knew every word he said was true. To keep me alive, our family had poured almost everything we had into this. Julian Thorne had said that with a perfectly matched heart, he was ninety-nine percent sure he could save me. I once thought he was the light in my life. Now, I knew he was also the devil who personally pushed me into the abyss. “Mrs. Thorne, do you need a sedative?” The head nurse looked at me with concern. I shook my head, my vision starting to dim. The door to the operating room, usually a symbol of hope, now seemed like the entrance to hell—cold and despairing. On the TV at the end of the hallway, an urgent news bulletin flashed. “Renowned pianist Miss Seraphina Dubois was involved in a serious car accident this afternoon. Her condition is critical, and she has been rushed to Metropolitan Hospital for emergency surgery. The lead surgeon is none other than her fiancé, the internationally acclaimed cardiothoracic specialist, Dr. Julian Thorne…” Fiancé? The ink on my marriage certificate hadn’t even dried. It turned out that in his heart, I didn’t even deserve the title of his wife. A bitter, metallic taste filled my throat, and I violently coughed up a mouthful of blood, staining the pristine white sheet. Liam burst into the room to this exact scene. His eyes were bloodshot, like a furious lion. “Where is Julian Thorne?” I weakly pointed to the television. Liam slammed his fist into the wall, plaster flaking down. He stared at me, asking each word deliberately, “What did he say to you before he left?” I recalled Julian’s departure. He’d received a call, his face instantly changed, and he’d grabbed his jacket, bolting out the door without even a backward glance. Only a chilling sentence hung in the air from the doorway. “Wait for me to come back.”

    I didn’t wait for Julian Thorne to return. Instead, his mother, my mother-in-law, arrived. She wore an expensive designer suit and a massive diamond ring the size of a pigeon’s egg. Her face was etched with undisguised contempt. “Chloe Maxwell, where’s my son?” She stood imperiously beside my bed, as if scrutinizing a soiled object. “He… he’s in surgery.” “Hmph, at least you have some self-awareness.” She sneered. “Seraphina is a million times more important than you are. It’s only right that Julian went to save her. Someone like you, on the verge of death, shouldn’t drag him down.” The pain in my chest was nothing compared to the agony her words inflicted. I looked at this elegant, imposing woman and suddenly felt ridiculous. It was she who had approached my family, claiming to admire me, hoping I would marry Julian. She’d said she would cherish me like her own daughter. All that warmth, all that affection, had been a lie. “Today was the day of my heart transplant surgery,” I stated calmly, simply stating a fact. “So what?” Eleanor Thorne rolled her eyes, her tone incredibly sharp. “It’s just a heart. If it’s gone, find another. Seraphina is an internationally renowned pianist! If her hands were crippled, that would be a loss to the entire world!” She paused, her gaze turning even more malicious. “Ultimately, you’re just bad luck. If it weren’t for you, Julian would have married Seraphina ages ago. You should just die now and stop occupying the Mrs. Thorne position, you’re an eyesore.” I closed my eyes, refusing to look at her ugly face any longer. Liam pushed the door open, entering just as she finished speaking. His body radiated a terrifying aura of rage as he slowly advanced toward Eleanor. “Say that again.” Eleanor flinched back, startled by his intensity, but quickly straightened her posture. “Did I say something wrong? This sickly girl is clearly not good enough for my son! If you know what’s good for you, sign the divorce papers now and stop delaying my son and Seraphina’s perfect future!” “Smack!” A crisp slap echoed through the hospital room. Liam had put all his strength into it; Eleanor’s face instantly swelled, blood seeping from the corner of her mouth. She clutched her cheek, screaming in disbelief, “You dared to hit me! You uncultured brute!” “I’m hitting you, you disrespectful hag!” Liam was furious. “Is my sister’s life worth nothing in your eyes?! Your family didn’t contribute a single penny for that heart, and now you speak so lightly of it!” “You… you’re talking nonsense! What money?!” “That heart cost the Maxwell family thirty million dollars! We bought it from an overseas channel to give my sister a chance to live!” Liam’s voice was filled with a mix of tears and fury. “Now, that chance has been personally destroyed by your son!” Eleanor’s face instantly turned ashen.

    Julian Thorne returned late that night. He took off his blood-stained surgical scrubs, his face showing a hint of fatigue, but a triumphant joy was unmistakable in his eyes. “Seraphina’s surgery was a success.” He walked to my bedside, his tone flat, as if merely discussing an insignificant matter. He noticed my pale face and the dried pool of blood on the bedside table. His brow furrowed slightly. “What happened?” “Julian Thorne, let’s get a divorce.” I used every ounce of my strength to utter those words. He froze, seemingly taken aback by my bluntness. “Chloe, don’t be ridiculous.” He reached out to touch my forehead, but I turned my head, avoiding his touch. “I’m not being ridiculous.” I looked at him, my eyes icy cold. “That heart is no longer viable. I don’t have much time left. I don’t want to be Mrs. Thorne when I die.” His face finally darkened. “Just because I didn’t operate on you?” He looked directly at me, his gaze tinged with scrutiny and impatience. “Seraphina’s condition was more urgent than yours. I’m a doctor; I had to make the optimal choice.” “Optimal choice?” I laughed, tears streaming down my face. “So, my life isn’t a life, is that it?” “Chloe, can’t you be more rational?” He raised his voice. “A heart can be found again. If anything happened to Seraphina’s hands, her entire career would be ruined.” He was the epitome of male arrogance, always so full of himself. Liam walked in from outside, a file in his hand. He threw it directly into Julian’s face. “Julian Thorne, this is the heart’s purchase contract and transfer records. Thirty million, not a penny less. Either you pay up, or we’ll see you in court.” Julian looked at the contract, his pupils contracting sharply. He turned to me, his eyes filled with shock and inquiry. “You bought it?” I didn’t answer him. Yes, he had always assumed this heart was a free resource, obtained through his connections and reputation. He reveled in the glory of being a savior, never realizing the immense sacrifice my family had made behind the scenes. “The money, I’ll pay.” Julian’s voice turned cold. “But the divorce, I won’t agree to it.” He looked at me, his gaze deepening. “Chloe, you are my wife. That will never change.” He turned and left, his back resolute. But in his eyes, I caught a fleeting glimpse not of love, but of calculation. My heart sank completely. He didn’t want a divorce because he loved me; he wanted it because I was still useful to him. But what use could I possibly be? I was a woman on the verge of death. The next day, a nurse secretly slipped me a note. On it, only one line was written: Seraphina’s car accident was fake.

    My world completely crumbled at that moment. Fake? The accident that cost me my chance at life, the one he rushed to so selflessly, was fake? I clutched the note, my knuckles white from the force. The agonizing chest pain returned, more violent than ever before. I felt like a fish thrown onto shore, gasping for air, but only inhaling despair. Liam rushed in. Seeing my state, he immediately pressed the emergency call button. Doctors and nurses swarmed into the room, connecting various instruments to me. Through my blurry vision, I saw Liam’s bloodshot eyes. “Chloe, hang in there! Your brother’s here!” I grabbed his hand, using my last ounce of strength to press the note into his palm. “Investigate…” One word, and all my energy was gone. I drifted into unconsciousness. When I woke up again, I was in the ICU. Julian Thorne was sitting by my bedside, holding my hand. His eyes were bloodshot, and he looked utterly exhausted. Seeing me awake, a flicker of joy crossed his face. “Chloe, you’re awake.” His voice was hoarse, tinged with a hint of lingering fear. If he wasn’t acting, I almost would have believed he genuinely cared. I pulled my hand away, looking at him coldly. “Julian Thorne, you sicken me.” His body stiffened, the expression on his face frozen. “Chloe, I know you’re still angry.” He took a deep breath, attempting to explain. “This time was my fault. I promise, I’ll find you a new heart source as quickly as possible. I will save you.” I looked at him and suddenly laughed. “You save me? How will you save me? By fabricating another lie, by making me wait in vain again?” His face turned grim. “Chloe, what on earth are you talking about?” “Seraphina’s car accident was fake,” I stated, each word clear and deliberate. His pupils abruptly constricted, a flicker of panic in his eyes, quickly masked. “Who told you that? Don’t listen to their nonsense.” “Whether it’s nonsense or not, you know perfectly well.” I stared into his eyes, not missing any subtle change in his expression. “Julian Thorne, what exactly are you after?” He fell silent. After a long moment, he finally spoke, his voice low and dangerous. “Chloe, some things, you don’t need to know.” He stood up, looking down at me, his gaze as cold as a surgical scalpel. “You just need to remember, you are my wife. Without my permission, you can’t go anywhere, and you certainly cannot die.” He leaned closer, whispering in my ear. His tone wasn’t a lover’s murmur; it was a demon’s pronouncement. A chill ran through me. I finally understood. He wasn’t trying to save me; he was trying to imprison me. This man was a madman.

    Liam arrived. He brought the answers I craved. “Seraphina never had a car accident. That day, she just fainted from low blood sugar. The reason Julian rushed over so desperately was because a senior elder in Seraphina’s family had a sudden heart attack and specifically requested him to perform the surgery.” Liam’s voice was filled with anger and disdain. “That elder is the head of the Dubois family, and also the target Julian has been trying to curry favor with.” So, for his career, for currying favor with the powerful, he had unhesitatingly sacrificed me. How ridiculous. I once thought that marrying a doctor would bring me closer to health. But I never imagined that he would be the one to personally push me toward death. “Chloe, let’s go.” Liam’s eyes were filled with an unbearable heartache. “We’ll go abroad. Your brother has already arranged for the best medical team. We won’t beg him anymore!” I nodded, tears silently tracing paths down my face. But we had underestimated Julian Thorne’s shamelessness. As we prepared to leave, he appeared with a group of bodyguards, blocking the hospital room door. “Julian Thorne, what is the meaning of this?” Liam shielded me behind him, glaring at Julian. Julian didn’t look at Liam; his gaze fell directly on me. “Chloe, I told you, without my permission, you’re not going anywhere.” His voice was calm, but the obsession and madness in his eyes were chilling. “Julian Thorne, this is unlawful imprisonment!” Liam trembled with rage. “I am her husband. I have the right to decide her treatment plan.” Julian’s lips curved into a cold smile. “Mr. Maxwell, if you continue to obstruct me, I won’t hesitate to have security escort you out.” The bodyguards behind him took a collective step forward, their presence intimidating. I pulled back the impulsive Liam, looking at Julian, and asked, word by word, “What exactly do you want?” He slowly walked toward me, raising his hand, his cold fingertips brushing my cheek. “I don’t want anything.” His voice was eerily gentle. “I just want you to live, well, and by my side.” I looked into his bottomless eyes, and a terrifying thought surged through my mind. He didn’t want me to live. He wanted me to be unable to live, and unable to die. “You’re insane!” I pushed him away with all my might. But he used my momentum, grabbing my wrist, his grip so strong it felt like my bones would shatter. “Chloe, don’t force my hand.” His voice turned chilling. “I have many ways to make you compliant. You wouldn’t want to find out.” Liam could no longer hold back and threw a punch. The room instantly erupted into chaos. Bodyguards and Liam’s people started to brawl. Julian clutched me tightly, dragging me into his embrace. I struggled desperately, but it was no use. In despair, I saw Liam get hit from behind, collapsing slowly. “Liam!” I let out a piercing shriek, and my vision went black. I lost consciousness again. I was taken back to our matrimonial home by Julian Thorne. Here, it wasn’t so much a home as a luxurious cage, built with money and power.

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  • My Rich Roommate Panicked When I Gave Up My Billion-Dollar Inheritance and She Invited the Whole Class to Vegas

    When my mother asked me to choose between inheriting the family’s $3 billion trust fund or receiving a monthly allowance of $1,500, I didn’t hesitate to choose the $1,500 allowance. I wasn’t panicking, but my rich roommate, Vanessa, was going crazy. In my previous life, after I chose to inherit the $3 billion, Vanessa stole my family’s trust fund and invited the entire class to Las Vegas. Overnight, the $3 billion was squandered, the family business went bankrupt, and my mother passed away from a heart attack in a fit of rage. When I confronted Vanessa about repaying the money, she hid behind my boyfriend, looking innocent and wronged. “Aria, you can’t blame me just because your family went bankrupt,” she said with a pitiful expression. My boyfriend, Lucas, even kicked me, breaking my ribs, and accused me, “Aria Johnson, it was clearly you who spent recklessly and got addicted to gambling. How dare you accuse Vanessa! Have you no shame?” When I was about to hire a private investigator, I was run over by a car and killed. My boyfriend and the entire class testified for Vanessa, insisting that I had intentionally thrown myself in front of the car because I couldn’t cope with the bankruptcy. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I chose to inherit the family fortune. 1 On the eve of graduation, someone in the class suggested going to Las Vegas to celebrate. “Everyone, let’s go to Las Vegas for a trip before graduation. I’ll cover all the expenses!” Vanessa’s words sent a shiver down my spine, the pain of broken bones still lingering. Suddenly, I realized I had been reborn! As soon as Vanessa finished speaking, the whole class cheered. “Vanessa, you’re awesome! As expected of a rich girl!” “Since we’re going to Vegas, we have to hit the casinos! I’ve only seen them in ads, never been there myself!” Vanessa smiled brightly, “Sure, let’s go to the casino then!” She then turned her gaze towards me and walked to my side. “Aria, I heard your family has VIP status at the casino. Can I borrow your VIP card? Let everyone enjoy the top-tier service.” My face turned cold. In my previous life, the tragedy of my family’s downfall all started with Vanessa borrowing my card. Back then, under the pretext of borrowing the card, she secretly took away the $3 billion trust fund bank card my mother had left for me at the Swiss Bank. When the court called my phone to inform me that the company had gone bankrupt, I realized that the money Vanessa had used to treat the entire class was my family’s trust fund. When I went to Vanessa’s house to ask her to repay the money, she hid behind my boyfriend, looking wronged. “Aria, you can’t blame me just because your family went bankrupt,” she said. My boyfriend, Lucas, even kicked me, breaking my ribs, and accused me, “Aria Johnson, it was clearly you who spent recklessly and got addicted to gambling. How dare you accuse Vanessa! Have you no shame?” When I was about to hire a private investigator, Vanessa directly ran me over with her car, repeatedly crushing me until I was dead. Afterwards, Lucas and the entire class testified for Vanessa, saying that I had become suicidal after the bankruptcy and intentionally threw myself in front of the car. My mother also passed away due to a heart attack triggered by extreme emotions. I mechanically reached into my bag, my fingertips touching the cold metal card, gripping it tightly. Seeing no reaction from me, Vanessa affectionately linked her arm with mine. “Aria, don’t be so stingy! Just let everyone use it, you won’t lose anything!” “Sorry, that card belongs to my mother. I can’t lend it out casually,” I said, stuffing the VIP card back into the deepest part of my bag. Hearing my words, Vanessa’s face showed displeasure. “You’re going to inherit your mother’s company anyway, why be so particular about it?” Lucas suddenly snatched my bag and emptied all my belongings onto the ground. My phone, tablet, and the camera I had just bought scattered all over the floor. Lucas immediately spotted the golden card and picked it up, handing it to Vanessa. “Here it is. Just take it and use it!” As Vanessa took it, she meaningfully caressed Lucas’s hand. “Lucas is so sensible. Aria, you should learn from your boyfriend.” Suddenly, her eyes lit up, fixating on the camera on the ground. “Oh, isn’t this the Hasselblad camera I love? I heard it’s sold out everywhere. I’ve been trying to get one but couldn’t!” Lucas, noticing Vanessa’s longing gaze, immediately bent down to pick up the camera and stuffed it into Vanessa’s arms. “You can have it too. Aria’s already bored with it anyway.” “Thank you, Lucas,” Vanessa’s face immediately bloomed with a smile. I frowned deeply and snatched back my camera and VIP card. “Sorry, I’m not lending either of these!” Lucas immediately showed an annoyed expression and grabbed me, scolding harshly, “Aria Johnson, when did you become so stingy?!” “Me, stingy?” I angrily slapped him across the face. 2 Slap! The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the classroom. Lucas staggered back two steps, holding his face. His wide eyes were full of disbelief. “Aria Johnson! You dare to hit me!” I shook my tingling hand and sneered, “This slap is to teach you about boundaries. What gives you the right to give away my things to others?!” The classroom immediately erupted into chaos. “Aria Johnson, are you crazy?” “It’s just a camera, what’s the big deal?” “You even hit your own boyfriend!” “Think you’re all that because you’re rich?” Vanessa hurriedly supported Lucas, then turned to glare at me angrily. “Aria, Lucas was just trying to do something nice for everyone. What’s with your attitude!” I bent down to pick up my scattered belongings, calmly putting the VIP card back into my pocket. “My attitude is very clear. I’m not lending it!” Lucas suddenly broke free from Vanessa’s hand and rushed over. “Aria Johnson! Give the card back to Vanessa right now and apologize to us, or we’re breaking up! I don’t want my girlfriend to be someone so ill-mannered!” “Give it back? It’s my thing to begin with, who am I giving it back to?” I dodged his outstretched hand, a smile curling at my lips. “If you want to break up, fine. It’ll save me the breakup fee!” This statement was like poking a hornet’s nest. Lucas trembled with anger. “You… you think I care about your money?” “Don’t care?” I raised an eyebrow, looking at the Cartier watch on his wrist. “Then give back the birthday gift I gave you last week?” His face instantly turned pale, unconsciously covering his watch. The expressions of the surrounding classmates immediately became strange. Emma Thompson, the class president, suddenly stood up angrily and slammed the table. “Aria Johnson, you’re too selfish! Vanessa is kindly inviting everyone to Las Vegas, can’t you consider the group for once?” “That’s right,” the study representative also chimed in, “You always act so agreeable, but when it really matters, you show your true colors.” I looked around at these familiar yet strange faces. In my previous life, it was they who unanimously testified in court that I had committed suicide by throwing myself in front of a car. “Vanessa is inviting you to Las Vegas, so go ask her. Why are you asking me?” Vanessa stepped forward again. “If we use your VIP card, won’t it raise your VIP status at the casino? It’s a win-win situation!” Lucas stood intimately beside Vanessa, the pain on his face seemingly vanished. “Vanessa, you’re so considerate. Aria is being so difficult, yet you’re still thinking of her.” “Since you all want to go to Las Vegas so badly…” I slowly pulled out a card from my wallet, “I’ll lend it to you then?” Vanessa’s eyes lit up, her hand reaching out to take it. I flipped my wrist, revealing the full card—it was my student meal card. “Are you mocking me?!” Vanessa’s face turned ashen. “Pot calling the kettle black,” I spun the meal card on my fingertip. “Aren’t you all trying to emotionally blackmail me?” Lucas suddenly grabbed the chalk box from the podium and threw it at me. “Aria Johnson! I must have been blind to be with you!” I dodged to the side, and the chalk scattered on the ground. 3 Seeing that I wouldn’t hand over the VIP card, Vanessa’s face instantly darkened. She gave a look to the surrounding classmates, and several girls immediately surrounded me. “Aria Johnson, don’t be so stubborn,” Vanessa lowered her voice, her eyes sinister. “It’s just a card. Do you have to make such a scene?” I let out a cold laugh, holding my bag in front of me. “What, planning to rob me if I won’t lend it?” “Rob? We’re just trying to make you ‘come to your senses’!” Emma suddenly pushed me from behind. I stumbled a few steps and crashed into a desk. My bag fell to the ground with a thud, its contents once again scattered all over the floor. Lucas stood by, a mocking smile on his lips. “Serves you right.” A few girls took the opportunity to kick away my textbooks. One of them deliberately stepped on my camera, and the device cracked with a snap. “What are you doing?!” I suddenly stood up, but my shoulder was forcefully pressed down. “Aria, don’t be so stingy,” Vanessa said with a fake smile, her hand reaching for my pocket. “We’re all classmates, what’s wrong with borrowing a card?” I slapped her hand away. “Get lost!” This action thoroughly angered Vanessa. Her face darkened, and she suddenly grabbed my chin with her nails. “You want to do this the hard way, huh?” The surrounding classmates, instead of stopping her, started to cheer: “Teach her a lesson! Think she’s all that because she’s rich?” “Stop pretending, it’s just a stupid card!” Seeing that I wouldn’t back down, Vanessa directly swung a slap towards my face. I dodged to the side, grabbed her wrist, and twisted it hard. “Ah!” She cried out in pain and staggered backward. Seeing this, Lucas shouted angrily, “Aria Johnson! How dare you fight back?!” He rushed forward to grab my hair, but I pushed him away and quickly took out my phone from my pocket, dialing 91

    “Officer, I’m at XX University, 3rd floor of the teaching building. Someone is trying to rob me, deliberately damaging my property, and assaulting me.” Lucas’s face changed dramatically. He lunged forward. “Are you crazy?!” He snatched my phone and, without even looking, threw it out the window. Crack! The phone smashed onto the cement ground below, its screen shattering. The classroom fell silent for a second. But to their surprise, in less than ten minutes, the sound of police sirens echoed from below. When the police entered the classroom, Vanessa and Lucas’s faces instantly turned pale. “Who called the police?” the lead officer asked, looking around. “I did,” I raised my hand. “They tried to rob me and smashed my phone.” The officer looked at the scattered items on the ground, then at my broken camera and the smashed phone outside the window. His brow furrowed. “What happened here?” Vanessa immediately put on an innocent act. “Officer, it’s a misunderstanding! We were just playing around!” Lucas quickly chimed in, “Yeah, yeah, it was just a joke between classmates!” Other classmates also started to testify. I coldly scanned the room. These people were exactly the same as when they gave false testimony in my previous life. The officer let out a cold laugh. “Smashing phones and hitting people, you call that a joke?” Mr. Wilson, our counselor, rushed in upon hearing the news, his face ashen. “What’s going on?! How could you cause such a scene at school?!” The officer briefly explained the situation. After listening, Mr. Wilson glared at Vanessa. “You again!” Vanessa tried to argue, but the evidence was irrefutable. In the end, under the mediation of the police, Vanessa and Lucas had to compensate me for my phone and camera, and apologize publicly. As we left the office, Lucas lowered his voice, gritting his teeth, “Aria Johnson, you just wait and see!” Looking at his twisted expression, I suddenly smiled. “Sure, I’ll be waiting.” When I returned to the dorm to pack my things, I felt like someone had gone through my stuff, but nothing was missing, so I didn’t pay much attention. Just as I walked out of the school, a black Maybach stopped in front of me. “Miss Johnson, Madam has an important matter and needs you to return home immediately.” Butler James didn’t let me speak, directly pulling me into the car. That evening, my mother pushed two documents in front of me, her gaze sharp as a knife. “Aria, this is your last chance to choose. The right to inherit the family’s $3 billion trust fund, or a monthly allowance of $1,500.” “The $3 billion has already been deposited into your Swiss Bank card. As soon as you sign, you can access that money and take over the family business.” The crystal chandelier behind my mother refracted a dazzling light. I squinted, momentarily seeing that car rushing towards me again, hearing the crisp sound of bones being crushed. Vanessa’s triumphant sneer from my previous life still echoed in my ears. “I choose the monthly allowance of $1,500.”

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  • The East Sea’s Top Live-in Son-in-Law: I Gave Birth to the World’s Only Golden Dragon, Then Killed Him with My Own Hands

    I am the luckiest man in the world. I have the most perfect wife, Princess Aria of the Eastern Sea. Six hundred years ago, I willingly took a magical potion to bear a child, not wanting my beloved wife to endure the pain of childbirth. Little did I know that my child would turn out to be an extraordinary golden dragon, a species thought to be extinct for millennia. Yet, on the day of his birth, I raised my sword and severed his head, kicking it around like a ball. My wife clutched our child’s lifeless body, her eyes red from crying, begging me to stop. I turned and plunged my sword into the chests of my in-laws. Blood stained my white robes, but I felt nothing. I didn’t stop until I had slaughtered the entire Eastern Sea clan, only halting when my sword’s edge had become blunt. Then, holding the golden dragon’s head, I sat in a pool of blood, waiting for divine punishment to arrive. 0 It’s rare for a man to give birth, let alone to the world’s only golden dragon. On the day my child was born, golden light filled the sky, celestial music played, and the entire palace was filled with the fragrance of flowers. The Eastern Sea rejoiced. The bloodline of the ancient golden dragons, extinct for tens of thousands of years, had reappeared. The entire realm was in a frenzy. The Dragon Kings of the Four Seas and fairies from all directions rushed to celebrate. But as they entered the Eastern Sea, they were greeted by the thick smell of blood. Red everywhere, ironically fitting for such a joyous occasion. However, the hosts of this celebration were now lying neatly in pools of blood. I stared blankly at everything before me, picked up the golden dragon’s head, and kicked it to the feet of the newcomers. I spoke softly, “Are you looking for him?” Seeing the severed head of the golden dragon, shock filled everyone’s eyes. “This… this is a golden dragon, how could you!” “What are you doing? Even tigers don’t eat their cubs, this is your child!” “Ah! Brother, I told you we shouldn’t have kept that mysterious black snake! Look what’s happened now!” “You’re nothing but a lowly black snake. If Aria hadn’t taken a liking to you, you wouldn’t have these good days. My brother kindly let you marry into the Eastern Sea, and you killed his entire family. You’re utterly heartless!” The speakers were King Neptune and King Poseidon, the good brothers of my father-in-law. I laughed coldly. Yes, I had married into the Eastern Sea, wedded to Aria, the most beautiful woman in all the realms. I was the luckiest man in the world. King Triton had no son, so he treated me like his own. He even publicly promised that my child would be the next Dragon King of the Eastern Sea! I was once the object of everyone’s envy. They all wondered how I deserved such fortune. A mere lowly black snake, gaining the favor of the most beautiful woman, who rejected the Prince of the Northern Sea for me. And King Triton handed over the Eastern Sea’s legacy to me. 0

    I had asked myself many times, what did I do to deserve this? I remember back then, I was just a black snake with unknown parentage, weak in magic, surviving by scavenging behind greater monsters. One day, I found a beautiful woman on the beach. I simply did a good deed, saved her, and she wanted to marry me in return. I refused multiple times, knowing my lowly birth made me unworthy of such a beauty. Moreover, I lived in a place surrounded by powerful monsters. An innocent man with a precious treasure invites disaster. But she repeatedly expressed her love for me, saying she didn’t care about status or position, and that she had a magical treasure that could hide our presence from the monsters. Looking at her otherworldly beauty, I nodded. We spent a happy time in the mountains. I picked fruits, hunted, and collected seashells to make toys for her. She always looked at me with starry eyes, praising my abilities. I was immersed in happiness, but every time I woke up at midnight, I would be terrified, fearing it was all just a dream. Only when I felt the soft, fragrant body in my arms did I dare believe it was all real! Later, the royal carriage of the Eastern Sea came to my poor, rough mountain cave. Only then did I learn she was Princess Aria. I followed her back to the Dragon Palace. I thought King Triton would oppose our union, but to my surprise, he took an immediate liking to me. He said seeing me was like seeing his own child. He told me that Aria’s brothers had all died young, and from now on, I would be their son. Aria and the Eastern Sea were entrusted to me. I promised nervously that I would treat Aria well. Knowing Aria wanted children, I volunteered to take the magical potion to spare her the pain of childbirth. Who knew this pregnancy would last three hundred years? When my child was finally born… Golden light appeared in the sky above the Eastern Sea, celestial music played, and the entire palace was filled with fragrance! My child turned out to be an ancient golden dragon. The golden dragon bloodline had been extinct for tens of thousands of years. When my child was born, he became the world’s only golden dragon. I carefully examined the dragon egg. Its seven-colored shell sparkled with golden light. A faint dragon’s cry came from inside. My wife Aria hugged me, shedding tears of happiness. To avoid tiring my wife, I volunteered to continue the task of incubating the egg, which took another three hundred years. Today was the day the golden dragon would hatch. I had waited six hundred years for this day. Deities from all over the realm would come to the Eastern Sea Dragon Palace to witness the birth of the golden dragon. My wife Aria had been busy since before dawn, brewing medicine for me. I had been taking this medicine for six hundred years! She brought the carefully brewed medicine to my bedside: “My dear, you’ve suffered so much. You took the potion to bear a child for me, ruining your health. I don’t know how to make it up to you!” I took the medicine and put it aside, holding her hand: “Thank you, Aria. But this medicine is so bitter. Can I skip it today?” She reached out her jade-like fingers and clung to me, like a bewitching morning glory vine entangling me. “My love, you can’t skip it. I spent three hours brewing this medicine. It’s my heartfelt care for you. If you take your medicine regularly and get better, you can better accompany me and our child!” Her soft waist leaned into my embrace as she coaxed me, then held the medicine to my lips. I reluctantly drank the medicine, and she took out an almond candy: “I know you don’t like bitter tastes, so I prepared this almond candy specially for you. How is it? Not bitter anymore, right?” I looked at my wife’s face in my arms. She was still as beautiful and gentle as ever. Like clouds on the horizon, dazzling yet distant. She was the rare sweetness in my bitter life. I, on the other hand, had become gaunt and increasingly emaciated due to childbearing. I looked at my pale fingers, remembering the days I used to hunt in the mountains. I could hardly believe I had once been so vibrant. Soon, this cloud in my arms drifted away. She took the medicine pot to the small kitchen. She didn’t forget to turn back and say to me: “My dear, let Lily help you get dressed. It would be impolite if you’re not ready when the guests arrive!” I watched my wife leave, the warmth from her body still lingering in my arms. I grasped at the air but caught nothing. I dared not think, if only she had stayed in my arms a little longer. If only she had been willing to let me skip the medicine just this once, would I… would I… I dared not think, nor did I want to. Just then, my wife’s personal maid Lily entered the room. “My lord, the Dragon Queen specially ordered this crystal crown to be made for you. Please wear it today!” She carefully helped me dress. I stared at my gaunt face and hair that had turned white overnight due to the potion, feeling dazed. Lily’s voice brought me back: “This crystal crown is a rare treasure in all the realms. Wearing it protects you from blades and fire!” I looked at the glittering crystal crown in the mirror: “Oh, is that so? Perfect!” Perfect for my killing spree! “Hmm? What did you say?” “I said such a crown is fitting for such a joyous day!” Such a joyous day, of course, needs to be marked with blood! “Indeed! Even when the princes were alive, they never wore such a fine crown!” Is that so? Why don’t I send you all to reunite with them in the underworld? 0

    When I finished dressing and went out, my wife Aria had already changed into her golden thread dress and nine-dragon phoenix crown, making her even more dazzling and unparalleled in beauty. She reached out her hand to hold mine. I withdrew my hand without changing my expression. She frowned slightly and pouted: “What’s wrong, my dear?” I smiled: “My hand is bony. I’m afraid it would be uncomfortable for you to hold.” “In all the heavens and earth, I only want to hold your hand!” When King Triton and Queen Marina arrived, they saw Aria and me hand in hand, talking and laughing happily. The maid Lily couldn’t help but tease: “Your Majesty, look how loving the Prince Consort and Princess are! You are truly blessed!” King Triton, holding the seven-colored dragon egg, smiled so hard his beard quivered. “It’s all thanks to Aria’s good judgment, finding us such a wonderful son-in-law. How else could we have a golden dragon born to us?” My wife Aria blushed and leaned into my embrace: “Father, what are you saying? It’s embarrassing!” Queen Marina smiled brightly beside them: “Child, why are you so shy now? Wasn’t it you who cried and insisted you would marry no one but him?” King Triton placed his hand on my shoulder and solemnly put the dragon egg in my hands: “The future of the dragon clan is entrusted to you!” I looked at my wife’s blushing face and felt a surge of anger rising. I strongly resisted the urge to crush the dragon egg and accepted it: “Please rest assured!” Rest assured! I will surely bury the filthy future of the dragon clan with my own hands! Queen Marina looked at me lovingly: “Don’t worry, everything is prepared. The auspicious time is almost here. You are the great benefactor of our Eastern Sea. The child should see you first when it hatches!” I pretended to decline: “Not at all. I’m lucky to have married a fairy like Aria. Anything I do for her is worth it!” “It doesn’t matter who the child sees first. I won’t compete with Aria.” Aria took my hand and smiled: “No, I want you to compete!” Everyone laughed and crowded around us, the family of five, as we headed to the main hall. In the center of the great hall was a giant seashell cradle. A dreamcatcher hung above it, and incense burned around it. Everyone’s expectant gazes turned to me: “Prince Consort, quickly place the young prince on it!” I gently placed the dragon egg on it, and a bell chimed. A crack appeared on the seven-colored eggshell. Everyone held their breath, staring at the dragon egg. Soon, seven-colored golden light shone through the crack. The dragon child had broken through its shell! “A golden dragon, it really is a golden dragon!” Amidst Chancellor Sheldon’s exclamation, everyone knelt before this little creature. How adorable. Though a golden dragon, it was so tiny. At this moment, it was holding its belly and laughing at me. I couldn’t help but reach out to touch the little one’s dragon horns. Its little claws eagerly grasped my fingertip and called me: “Daddy!” The warm, soft touch made me lose myself for a moment. This was the child I had waited 600 years for! I shed tears of emotion, then decisively cut off his head with the silver snake sword hidden in my sleeve! It happened so suddenly that no one had time to react. My wife Aria, who had been watching our intimate interaction with a happy face, looked at the scene before her in disbelief. She rushed towards me like a madwoman: “Have you gone crazy? What are you doing? This is the child we waited 600 years for!” Unfortunately, her hand hadn’t even touched my sleeve before she collapsed to the ground, her body weak. I had secretly put anesthetic powder in the incense. Soon, everyone in the palace fell down. “Son-in-law, son-in-law, what’s wrong with you? I’m Triton, your father-in-law! Have you been bewitched by something? Wake up!” Hearing King Triton’s voice, I turned and emotionlessly plunged my sword into the bodies of my dear father-in-law and mother-in-law. They struggled desperately, splattering blood on my face. How dirty! My wife opened her mouth in horror: “No, no! What are you doing? You’re not my husband. You must be possessed!” I walked to her side and examined this face that once made me fall deeply in love: “My lady, I know you’re in pain. Just wait a little longer. But first, give me your eyes!” I cruelly gouged out her eyeballs with my sword. Soon, those eyes seemed to have a life of their own and burrowed into my body. My black, lifeless eyes turned golden, with golden spiritual energy overflowing from the sockets. I then peeled off all the scales from her body, as easily as scaling a fish. Those scales, unsurprisingly, also entered my body. Immense spiritual power awakened in me. I no longer looked weak and powerless. I then cut off her dragon horns and pressed them onto my head. Now I looked like a true dragon. “You, you did this to become a dragon? If you wanted to become a dragon, there were other ways. Why did you have to kill my entire family!” “Were all our past feelings fake? You once swore in public that you loved me most, and if you betrayed me, you’d be struck by lightning!” I stopped in my tracks, turned to look at her, and shed a tear. She showed a joyful expression, thinking I would have a change of heart. But I only said: “Then let’s wait for divine punishment. I’m willing to bear it!” Then I resolutely left. Nothing could stop my steps of revenge. I slaughtered the entire Eastern Sea. The royal physician who diagnosed me, the maid Lily who helped me dress, the guard who taught me martial arts… Yesterday, they stood beside me, congratulating me on becoming a father. Today, they became vengeful spirits under my sword! I kept cutting, kept cutting, until even the blade of the silver snake sword was bent. I checked again and again to make sure there were no survivors in the Eastern Sea except for Aria. Knowing my sins were grave, I threw down the sword, picked up the golden dragon’s head. I sat in the pool of blood, waiting silently for divine punishment to arrive. When relatives and friends of the Eastern Sea arrived for the celebration, they saw this sea of red. The expressions on their faces were truly a spectacle! 0 “Heavens, what have you done? What you’re holding is a golden dragon!” “Why? Why did you do this?” “Of course, it was for the Eastern Sea, for the future of the Eastern Sea. I had to eliminate this evil!” Aria struggled to get up: “What nonsense are you talking about? Killing the entire Eastern Sea clan for the sake of the Eastern Sea?” I snorted coldly, looking at Aria on the ground, and kicked the golden dragon’s head over: “What your family did ten thousand years ago, you know better than anyone!” “With people like you in charge of the Eastern Sea, how can there be a future?” I looked at everyone and spoke again: “I am guilty and willing to be punished, but the sins of the Eastern Sea people should also be accounted for!”

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  • Love and hate are endless

    It was the third year of my marriage to my arch-nemesis, Leo Maxwell, when a new intern accidentally spilled water all over our marriage certificate on his desk. Panicked, I rushed to the County Clerk’s Office to get a replacement. But the staff told me the certificate was fake. I went back to the office, ready to confront Leo. That’s when I saw him, pinning the intern, Felicity Reed, against the door for a passionate kiss. “We’ve been fighting for five years, but I’ve been secretly in love with you for ten,” he whispered to her. “Our real marriage certificate? I’ve had it safely stored in my personal safe all along.” Even when Felicity pushed me down the stairs, leaving me bleeding and bruised, Leo just stood there, watching coldly. He cradled Felicity in his arms, murmuring comforting words. “Don’t look, you’re afraid of blood.” Later, due to delayed emergency treatment, I suffered a cognitive impairment. When I finally opened my eyes again, My memory was stuck on the year I hated him the most.

    Two days after my surgery, Leo Maxwell finally showed up. I was sitting on my hospital bed, chatting and laughing with Chloe, the nurse. The moment I saw him walk in, my face froze. “What are you doing here?” Leo’s gaze lingered on my forehead for a moment. He scoffed, “Felicity has been worried about you for two days. Are you just faking it here?” Before I could even process his words, Leo strode forward. He reached out, yanking hard on my IV tube. The needle was pulled out unexpectedly, and I gasped in pain. Blood splattered, and the nurse beside me screamed, rushing to stop the bleeding. But I reacted faster, slapping Leo hard across the face. “Seriously, what’s your deal? You’re practically radiating bad karma from a past life.” “Are you blind? Can’t you see the bandage on the back of my head?” When I first joined the company, it was the worst year for me and Leo. He’d call me stiff and boring. I’d curse him, saying he was worse than a dog. The first thing we’d do when meeting was tear into each other’s families. Leo turned his head from the blow, looking utterly shocked. He was speechless for a long time, but I wasn’t done with him. Once the bleeding on my hand stopped, I glared at Leo. I was about to call someone to kick him out. But a nurse rushing over stopped me dead in my tracks. “Mr. Maxwell, please sign here under Ms. Anya’s family member section.” The words had barely left her mouth when, before Leo could react, I snatched the form from her. “Sign what? What kind of family member is he?” I froze, staring at the form before I could finish my sentence. In the spouse section, Leo Maxwell’s name was starkly there. Seeing my reaction, Leo rubbed his temples. “I know you’re mad at Felicity, but her mother is sick, and her last wish is to see her get married.” “Felicity and I are childhood sweethearts. I was the most suitable person. Later, I’ll divorce her.” My movements were stiff, and it took me a while to react and open my phone. The top contact, labeled ‘Husband,’ was Leo Maxwell’s eternally unchanging profile picture. And in the company SnapChat group, Felicity Reed, the intern who had just spoken, had matching profile pictures with him. [Getting married next month, everyone’s welcome to our wedding!] The picture below was deleted within seconds, but I was quick as lightning and saved it. It was a wedding photo, with Leo looking at her, his eyes full of tenderness. The group chat was already buzzing with shocked messages, but I had no desire to keep reading. My photo album? There wasn’t a single picture of me and Leo. The doctor told me that the severe impact had left me with after-effects. That’s why I lost five years of my memory. Now, I hadn’t even processed the fact that I was possibly married to my arch-nemesis. And here I was, seeing his wedding photo with someone else. Just then, a message popped up. It was from Maya, my friend who worked at the County Clerk’s Office. “You asked me to look up Leo Maxwell last time, he registered his marriage a year ago.” “In the spouse column, it’s Felicity Reed.” “That fake certificate you brought in didn’t have a stamp, so it’s not legally recognized.” Reading that last sentence, my heart felt like it was pierced by a knife. My head spun, throbbing faintly. All those lingering emotions surged up, stinging my eyes. I stayed silent for a long time, and Leo probably took it as my silent agreement. He frowned, stepping closer, wanting to touch me. “You…” Leo looked confused, unsure how to explain himself to me. Right, we’d argued for so long, always clashing whenever we met. So the idea that I would fall for him was utterly absurd. I let out a breath, and when I looked up again, my face was calm. “Don’t you know office romances aren’t allowed?”

    Our last conversation ended with Felicity calling. Leo was about to explain things to me when her crying drew him away. He quickly left with a hurried “Wait for me.” He never came back. I discharged myself and packed my belongings alone. Chloe, the nurse, couldn’t stand watching and helped me, grumbling as she did. “He admitted he was your family, but then he wasn’t there when it mattered.” She was indignant, but I just felt indifferent. Luckily, I don’t like changing passwords, so my phone worked fine. I found the address of my new place in my notes and hailed a cab. After packing up and heading downstairs, the bakery owner called out to me, “The usual, miss?” Like I was possessed, I mumbled a “Yes.” When I came to my senses, I was holding two pastries. Cabbage-filled. I don’t even like them. The moment I stepped into the company building, a colleague walked up, teasing, “Bringing pastries for Mr. Maxwell again?” As soon as he finished speaking, the pastry was snatched from my hand. Felicity’s face lit up with joy. “Anya, I love the cabbage pastries from this place the most!” Hearing her overly sweet, affected tone, I frowned. I snatched the pastry back and handed it to the colleague next to me, raising an eyebrow. “They’re for you. Be careful not to get any green tea on them.” The colleague froze, before they could even react, Leo walked over. He first pulled the red-eyed Felicity behind him. Then he looked down at me. “Just because Felicity and I have the same taste, you can’t stand her?” The colleagues who had gathered to watch the drama quieted down at his words. Their expressions were strange as they darted their eyes back and forth between the three of us. After all, the two main protagonists of this dispute had already been the talk of the town yesterday. I stayed silent for too long, and someone, unable to bear it, stepped forward to speak up for me. But before she could even open her mouth, Felicity’s sobs started. Tears flowed artfully down her face, making her look utterly heartbroken. “I didn’t know you liked this flavor after I left, Anya.” “When I saw the familiar packaging, I thought Anya had brought it for me.” Leo shot me a warning look, then turned away to gently wipe her tears. I stared intently at the watch on his wrist. I’d seen an identical one on my bedside table at home, though it was a woman’s version. When I snapped back to reality, Felicity had already uttered the words: “If you mind, Anya, I can apologize.” She was pure green tea. It reminded me of the manipulative female antagonist I’d cursed for three days straight in a novel. I blinked and said, “Then apologize.” Felicity choked on my words, her tears abruptly stopping. I, however, smoothed my brow, pointing to the ID badge on my chest. “Are you, an intern, really going to go against me, a department manager?” “I know you’re straightforward, but you don’t have to talk so much crap.” I emphasized the word “manager.” According to company policy, Felicity should have been fired. It was Leo who took the responsibility, using his own demotion to protect her. I sighed, somewhat confused as to why he was so foolish. Last night, I’d stayed up all night reviewing all our chat records. Only then did I realize I’d been forced into a secret relationship with him for three years. Leo had never publicly acknowledged me. Now seeing him protect Felicity like this, my feelings were incredibly complicated. But I showed no emotion on my face. Instead, I picked up a box with a good-natured expression and handed it to Leo. “Maxwell, darling, hurry up and move to your new desk.” I had no intention of quitting. After all, I wasn’t the one at fault, so why should I leave? But when I was leaving work, Leo stopped me.

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  • My girlfriend of four years died and I was suspected of murder.

    I dated my university girlfriend for four years. It wasn’t until graduation day, the day we broke up, that we finally had our first time. In the throes of our passion, I couldn’t hold back my bitter words. “What is this, Scarlett? Is this your pitiful compensation for four years of my life?” Her eyes welled up with tears, and she shook her head frantically. “You’ll marry me, won’t you?” The next day, I was just about to leave with a ring and flowers. But the police came and took me in. In the interrogation room: “Alright, tell us. What was your motive for killing your girlfriend?” I froze, tears instantly streaming down my face. I stared at them in disbelief. “You suspect *me* of murder?” “I was the one who loved her most in this world, I would have given my life for her! And you suspect me?” “Look at these flowers and this ring I’m holding! I was going to propose to her today! How could I possibly kill her?” The more I spoke, the more agitated I became, my interrogation chair shaking as if it would fall apart at any moment. “What are you yelling about? Do you think we’d arrest you without evidence?” With that, Captain Miller slammed a stack of evidence onto the table in front of me. “1. Your girlfriend died in the hotel room you booked. It was a perfect locked-room mystery. No one else entered or exited that room except the two of you.” “2. Your DNA was found inside your girlfriend, your skin tissue under her fingernails, and your fingerprints covered her body.” “3. Her body was covered in bruises and injuries.” “4. Her cause of death was asphyxiation. The towel, used as the murder weapon, was found nearby. It only had your fingerprints and the victim’s DNA.” “If you’re not the killer, how do you explain all of this?” “You did such a brutal thing to her, yet you claim to deeply love her? You’re a monster!” Captain Miller lost his composure too, pounding the table and shouting at me. “I didn’t! I didn’t!” Under his aggressive interrogation, my mind was on the verge of collapsing. “Then why was your phone off the whole time? It only turned back on right before we caught you?” “My phone battery died. I only realized it when I woke up this morning…” My body suddenly stiffened. Holding those files in my hands, as a crime scene investigator myself, I started trembling. Isn’t this a perfect, closed chain of evidence? With all this undeniable evidence stacked against me. I was the one who killed my girlfriend!

    But I wasn’t the killer! I had left the hotel much earlier that day. After that, I never went back. Who knows what could have happened during that long period? Today, Scarlett and I had planned for me to go to her stepfather’s house to announce our relationship. And to propose to her right then and there. I left the hotel to first tell my parents about our relationship. Then, I planned to prepare everything for going to her house today. But instead, she died in the hotel. I was filled with regret. If only I hadn’t left that day. Perhaps this tragedy wouldn’t have happened. Scarlett was dead, and I was in agony. But I had to put my grief aside for now. The police had already prejudged me as the killer. If I sank into my sorrow right now… If I couldn’t defend myself. Then I would become the scapegoat for her murder. And the real killer would walk free! So, I forced myself to suppress my pain, reading through the information on the files, word by painful word. According to the crime scene report: Scarlett’s time of death was between 5 PM and 7 PM yesterday, and the location was the apartment-style hotel where she and I had checked in. The police investigated the hotel’s front desk records and the hallway surveillance footage. From 4:30 PM, when we entered the room together, until 5:30 PM, when I left the room alone. No one else had entered or exited the room during that time. It wasn’t until 5 AM today, when Scarlett’s stepfather, seeing she hadn’t returned all night, showed up. He found the hotel, inquired at the front desk, and, accompanied by the front desk attendant, went to the room. He found the door unlocked, and after calling out with no reply, he entered the room. That’s when he discovered my girlfriend, completely naked, dead on the bed in a strange, contorted position. Based on the crime scene investigation and the autopsy report, the police quickly reached a conclusion. Scarlett died from mechanical asphyxiation. She had been sexually assaulted before her death. The fresh bruises on her body were clearly not from a normal lovers’ encounter. Moreover, her body was in a peculiar position, her limbs bound. … Seeing this, My heart skipped a beat. Because the information described in the report. It perfectly matched what Scarlett and I had done that day. But when I left, I had clearly untied her. If no one entered or exited the room afterward, then who bound her again?

    I quickly flipped through the crime scene investigation report. I only remembered there was a window in the room, but Scarlett had drawn the curtains as soon as we entered. I was too nervous throughout the whole process. So I hadn’t paid any attention to what the window looked like. Now, looking at the crime scene photos, the window was entirely covered with security bars. Though there was an escape hatch in the bars, it was firmly sealed with a rusted-shut lock. The room had a window-mounted AC unit, so there were no ventilation shafts either. That meant, to enter or exit this room, assuming no forced entry, the only way was through the main door. But a camera was positioned just down the hallway, directly facing my room. After reviewing the camera footage, the police concluded that no one had entered or exited. All of this was far too bizarre. Two words suddenly jumped out at me: Locked-room! A perfect locked-room mystery. Unlike the plots in other crime novels… This locked-room case pointed all the evidence directly at me. I looked up at Captain Miller and the others. “Captain Miller, don’t you think this is highly unusual? If I were really the killer, why would I leave so many clues?” Captain Miller had regained his calm. “You think there’s a problem? Perhaps it was just a crime of passion? You mentioned earlier that it was your first time together.” “But our autopsy found that your girlfriend was not a virgin. You dated for four years, and she always presented herself as pure and untouched before you, yet she wasn’t. So, in a moment of twisted rage, you brutally murdered her.” “But it was your first time killing, and in your panic, you didn’t think to cover your tracks, fleeing the scene in a hurry.” I was speechless for a moment. “Captain Miller, according to your theory, I fled in panic, so why did I just wait at home for you to come and arrest me?” “I’m a crime fiction expert. If I really killed her, I would have committed a perfect crime, not this shoddy, amateurish job, riddled with holes.” “And besides, I already knew my girlfriend wasn’t a virgin. What kind of era is this? Do I really care about that anymore?” “Moreover, you’re prejudging me as the killer based solely on crime scene photos and my girlfriend’s autopsy! Do you even know what truly happened that day?”

    My emotions flared up again. But this time, Captain Miller didn’t interrupt me. Instead, he watched me carefully, seeming genuinely ready to listen. I decided to continue. I even took a moment to steady myself, knowing that when emotions run high, it’s easy to say the wrong thing. That day, Scarlett and I had arranged to go back to the university to pick up our diplomas. For a long-awaited reunion, and to put a definitive end to our four-year relationship. After all, from the moment we started dating, our relationship was different from ordinary couples. What she showed me was more a dependence on an older brother figure. Or, to put it more bluntly, she was seeking the comfort of a father’s love from me. In high school, I was obsessed with writing crime fiction and neglected my studies. I failed to get into university for five consecutive years. In the sixth year, my dad smashed my computer and tablet, burned my manuscripts. He swore that if I didn’t get into university this time, he’d send me to a mental hospital. It was only then, after a year of hellish cramming, that I finally got into this average university. So, compared to Scarlett and her peers, being five years older, I was much more mature than them. The first time I saw Scarlett, a sense of familiarity washed over me. My usually calm heart skipped a beat for her. We were drawn to each other and quickly became a couple. Our bond was something sacred, a mix of profound love, a sibling-like connection, and a deep, almost paternal affection. How could such a bond be fixated on mere physical pleasure? We cared more about a high level of spiritual compatibility. But what would happen to our relationship once we left the campus? Society would ultimately define relationships between men and women by those physical acts. How could our sacred and pure bond be defiled by such things? After discussing it many times, we decided that on the day we picked up our diplomas: we would break up. After getting our diplomas, we walked out of school, holding hands one last time. I was waiting for her to say goodbye. Because those two words, coming from me, would hurt her too much. It wasn’t until we walked out of school that she turned around, her eyes brimming with tears, and looked at me steadily. I took a deep breath, waiting for her to deliver the final verdict. But, to my surprise, what she said was… “Jax, could you… could you take me? Just once?” “You were enraged that she defiled your sacred bond, so you killed her afterward, didn’t you?” Captain Miller suddenly interrupted me, a look of insight on his face.

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  • Love begins with lies.

    It was the third day of the cold war between us. As soon as I, Harper, walked through the door, Mr. Davis, our butler, approached me with a huge bouquet of roses. Mr. Davis’s smile was utterly fawning. “Mr. Leo knows he messed up, ma’am. He specially picked out these red roses for you this morning—your favorite.” “If he didn’t have a meeting today, he would have delivered them himself. Please don’t be too angry, ma’am. You’re the one Mr. Leo cares about most.” Mr. Davis exhausted every good word he knew, trying to make excuses for Leo. But after a long day, I just found his chatter irritating. Red roses were my favorite flowers, true. My hand lifted, but I didn’t take them. Instead, I rubbed my tired forehead, bypassing Mr. Davis and heading upstairs. Every time we argued, Leo would send me countless gifts. In the past, I’d treasured them like precious jewels. But after I found *that* letter, these gifts became a cruel joke. It was almost season change, and I decided to update my wardrobe. While tidying up, I found a yellowed envelope tucked away at the very bottom of my closet. Pink trim, an old-fashioned design – I knew instantly it wasn’t mine. I opened it and barely had time to read for half a minute when Leo, fresh out of the bathroom, rushed over and snatched it from my hands. He carefully inspected the envelope, making sure it was completely unharmed, then folded it neatly. As if realizing something, his gaze shifted to me, standing there stunned. Leo showed no hint of shame at being caught. His eyes held a slight reproach. “Why were you going through my things? Even in a marriage, people need their own space, don’t they? You’re getting more and more unreasonable.” Just accidentally seeing something of his, and I was judged so harshly. It was as if his wedding vow, “Everything I have is transparent to you,” had never existed. I pressed my lips together, meeting his gaze directly. “Aren’t you going to explain?” The name on that love letter was Chloe Peterson, my high school deskmate. The date at the bottom was from our sophomore year. Leo and I only got together at a graduation party after high school; he confessed his feelings, and I accepted without hesitation. What I’d forgotten was that day was the day after Chloe left for overseas. In high school, I was a quiet girl. Chloe, on the other hand, was outgoing and could chat with anyone. Since we were deskmates, she often talked to me. To be fair, I liked her quite a bit back then; we had a good relationship, occasionally ate together, and talked about girl stuff. At that moment, Leo didn’t seem to think he was in the wrong at all. “Explain what? You’re the one who needs to explain why you were rummaging through my things.” The atmosphere was tense, unyielding, until his phone rang. He visibly relaxed as he answered. “Fine, I forgive you. Just don’t touch my things again.” He threw that line out, then casually pulled on some clothes and walked out the door. As for the love letter, he seemed to have completely forgotten it, never mentioning it again. It wasn’t that I hadn’t tried to argue or confront him, but his dismissive, almost pitying look cut right through me. He’d said, “We’re married now. What else do you want?” His words squeezed my heart until I couldn’t breathe. Even with the window open and air circulating, I felt like I was suffocating. In that moment, for the first time, I began to truly examine all the years I’d spent with him. Later that night, I had already fallen asleep. In my dream, a dog kept clinging to me. I groggily opened my eyes, met with a pungent, alcoholic smell. Leo was drunk, kissing me messily, his eyes wet and glistening, like a golden retriever who had finally found its owner. After all, we had been married for years. I pushed him aside and sat up, intending to get him some water to sober him up. I sat up and put on my shoes. Suddenly, a warmth pressed against me from behind. Leo held me tight, burying his head against my shoulder. His voice was full of a pathetic whine, “Don’t leave.” I tilted my head, my gaze tinged with sarcasm. “Am I really the one you want to stay?” The moment the words left my lips, I felt him stiffen behind me. The pressure on my shoulder eased. I turned to look, and Leo was already lying flat on the bed. He stared blankly at the ceiling, his eyes dark and utterly vacant. My heart ached with a tight, sour feeling, but a cold, mocking laugh escaped my lips as I continued. “Is it because my parents passed away that you pitied me and married me?” He was the one who proposed, six months after my parents died in a car accident. I was completely devastated then, and he had helped manage my company. Before he started helping with my company, Leo had lost a fortune in his own startup. He’d gone around begging for money, and friends and family had shunned him like the plague. He’d finally begged me to let him work at the company to repay his debts, but his meager salary wasn’t enough for the enormous sum. He’d only managed to solve his financial issues by dipping into company funds. I simply hadn’t exposed him, seeing how tirelessly he worked for the company. After we got married, he slowly took over more of the company’s affairs, allowing me to pursue work I enjoyed. He’d promised me that my shares in the company would remain the highest, and he had kept that promise. But the reality now was Leo asking me, “So, what do you want now?” I glanced at Leo, the tearing pain in my chest stealing my breath. Disappointment heavy in my heart, I stood up. My hand was caught. His palm was warm, but his fingertips were cold, a confusing mix of temperatures. Leo repeated his question, this time with a hint of compromise, forbearance… and a flicker of disgust. “What exactly do you want now?” **Chapter 2** After that night, Leo often avoided being alone with me. But I didn’t fall into the same slump I had after my parents passed. I pulled myself together and went back to work at the company. The board members were surprised by my return. Some whispered that I was just back to play around, others speculated that my marriage was in trouble. I started taking on more and more responsibilities, and slowly, Leo stopped avoiding me. He began to interact with me like before, acting according to my wishes. I knew there was an invisible veil between us, obscuring our true selves. What broke the stalemate, or rather, made it worse, was a high school reunion. Our old homeroom teacher suddenly organized a reunion, personally calling to invite us. Our once charming and talented class monitor had turned into a pot-bellied desk jockey, and the quiet wallflower had become a confident, eloquent beauty. Everyone had changed so much. Our arrival drew everyone’s attention, along with some whispers. “Is that Harper? She’s so gorgeous now.” “They actually look quite good together now.” Indeed, in high school, Leo and I were in the same class for three years but had almost no interaction. It was my deskmate, Chloe, who had a good relationship with him. Everyone used to think Chloe and Leo would end up together. In high school, Leo was popular – smart, good-looking. I, on the other hand, was an unpolished nerd back then. No one thought we’d ever be a couple. It was Leo who confessed first. Sam, our class monitor, was still as enthusiastic as ever. He approached us to chat. “You two are seriously busy! Our old teacher said it took forever to get you here.” I smiled, my gaze sweeping over everyone. I wasn’t fazed by their stares. “But we’re here now, aren’t we? Let’s find a seat.” Once we sat down, everyone started catching up, drinking. Many classmates who I hadn’t interacted with much in high school came over to chat. Jake, our old sports committee member, came over half-drunk and slung an arm around Leo’s shoulder. “You lucky dog! You married the class’s heiress, and now she’s become this beautiful.” “Hahahaha! The poorest guy in our class and the richest girl got together. You really made it, man!” His voice wasn’t quiet. After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent. Leo’s smile froze, his face darkening. Leo hated it most when people said he relied on me. He always believed his achievements were due to his own hard work, and that I merely provided a foundation. My smile was plastered on my face, but it didn’t reach my eyes. I said calmly, “Jake, you’re drunk.” I wasn’t speaking up for Leo; I was speaking up for my own dignity. Jake burped. “No, I’m not! If I’d known you were so rich, I would’ve made my move first…” Before he could finish, Sam quickly walked over, clamped a hand over his mouth, and dragged him away. “You’re wasted! It’s been years, can’t you keep your mouth shut?!” Our old teacher, sensing the awkward atmosphere, quickly started ushering people to eat. The mood hadn’t quite lightened when the door opened, and a familiar figure appeared. Willow-like brows, almond-shaped eyes, cherry lips, and a graceful nose – Chloe. She possessed a newfound maturity and charm compared to her high school days. Chloe walked in, greeting everyone warmly, then chose the seat closest to me. A few people whispered as they stared at Chloe. Our old teacher cleared his throat. “Stop staring. Chloe’s back in the country for good this time. You’ll have plenty of time to catch up.” Across from me, Chloe and Leo exchanged loaded glances, as if they wanted everyone to know they had something special. I, the legitimate wife, felt like the villain breaking up a loving couple. By the end of the reunion, everyone was completely wasted. I stepped outside, wanting some fresh air, and happened to run into Chloe. A sickly sweet, teasing voice drifted from around the corner. “I’m back. So, when are you divorcing her?” The door was ajar, so I couldn’t see the other person, but my heart instantly plummeted. The moment that voice spoke, my heart shattered. The owner of the voice sounded a bit annoyed, but he was trying to be gentle with the person in front of him. “You just got back. What’s the rush? Settle in first.” “Don’t lie to me! I came back for you.” **Chapter 3** I crossed my arms, a faint smile playing on my lips, though my eyes were cold and sharp. “Why are you talking out here? Is it something others can’t hear?” They exchanged a glance, unsure if I’d overheard their conversation. Compared to Leo’s panic, Chloe quickly regained her composure. She walked up to me, pulling me into a fake intimate embrace. “Oh, we were just talking about you, Harper. I was asking Leo what you like so I could get you a gift.” I pulled Chloe’s hand away, forcing a polite, artificial smile. “Still calling him Leo? You two are still so close, aren’t you?” Their faces stiffened. I continued, “Don’t bother yourself. Leo and I have everything we need now.” I had occasionally heard about Chloe’s life overseas. It hadn’t been easy for her. Determined to make them both suffer a sleepless night, I met Leo’s gaze, giving him no quarter. “Leo, after all, you and Chloe were quite the match in high school – a real power couple. It’s probably best you don’t get too close now. I might get jealous, you know.” I said I’d get jealous, but my cold demeanor sent shivers down Leo’s spine. The drive home was silent. Leo’s phone kept buzzing. The incessant ringing started to annoy me. I asked, “Aren’t you going to reply? What if Chloe has something important to tell you?” The moment I spoke her name, Leo slammed on the brakes. He glanced at me, then immediately turned off his phone. “I told you, there’s nothing going on between us! I just explained it, didn’t I?” His defense was weak, pathetic. I bit my lower lip, my mind already starting to plan for divorce. After that, our relationship completely froze. We didn’t even argue anymore. Even though he was the one who confessed, I knew very well that in this relationship, I was the one who was truly on the bottom. Every cold war ended with me initiating the reconciliation. Leo would just fob me off with gifts, as if presents could fix everything. But he forgot, it was I who, using my connections and family ties, had elevated him to a height he could never have reached on his own. Perhaps Leo had truly loved me once, but that love letter was a stark reminder that I was never his first priority. I felt so little love. I didn’t want to trap myself in fantasies anymore. But at night, falling into memories left me gasping for air. My body felt off, but I chose to ignore it, going to the company as usual the next day. For several days, Leo didn’t come home. I knew, but I didn’t care, pouring my energy into the company’s new project. Finally, I allowed myself a night off. As I sat down for dinner at home, Mr. Davis asked, “It’s getting cold lately. Mr. Leo hasn’t been home for days. I wonder if he has enough clothes at the office. Would you like me to send some over, ma’am?” This cold war had dragged on for too long, and everyone else in the house seemed anxious. Perhaps Mr. Davis simply couldn’t stand the current atmosphere and was kindly hinting. I had too many things on my mind lately, and my emotions felt a little out of control. My cool voice turned sharp and piercing, directed mercilessly at anyone who didn’t align with my wishes. “If you’re so worried, go find him yourself. I probably know where he is. Do you need me to tell you?” Mr. Davis had been hired during my high school years because my parents were busy with company affairs. In the past, he always prioritized my feelings. But after Leo and I got married, Mr. Davis slowly began to put Leo first. I stared at the dishes in front of me; most of them were Leo’s favorites. It wasn’t just Mr. Davis; the cook was the same. Clothes and daily meals were always chosen with Leo in mind first. The house decor was arranged exactly to his liking. My entire life was slowly being devoured, consumed. I took a deep breath, my eyes sharp as I swept my gaze across Mr. Davis. “Find the design plans I made for the house before. Arrange everything according to those.” Mr. Davis hesitated, wanting to speak, then forced a strained smile. “Ma’am, that’s a huge undertaking. And we should discuss it with Mr. Leo first…” I stared at her, expressionless. Mr. Davis fell silent, then immediately instructed someone to find the plans. At the company, I immersed myself in organizing the project proposal, not noticing anyone entering my office. Just as I finally allowed myself a moment to breathe, I looked up and saw Leo, whom I hadn’t seen in days. I ignored his presence, standing up to ask my secretary why she let someone in without my permission. Leo stepped forward and grabbed my arm. After days apart, his first words were an accusation: “Why are you redecorating the house? Are you planning to divorce me? All because of that love letter?” He sighed, shaking his head, accusing me. “You’re becoming so petty now. You weren’t like this before.” The moment he said that, my heart clenched. I let out a breath and looked at him, scrutinizing. “And you? Haven’t *you* changed?” “Besides, it’s *my* house. I don’t need you telling me what to do.” Leo hated it when I brought up money. Every time I did, he acted like he was a kept man, feeling inferior to me. I knew this, which was why I often avoided such topics and only praised Leo publicly. But with too much praise, not only did outsiders believe I owed everything to Leo, even Leo himself couldn’t distinguish reality. My words stung him. He unconsciously tightened his grip on my arm. Pain shot through my wrist. I ignored his cold gaze, biting my lip, and pulled his hand off. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been up to these past few days.” Leo was speechless for a moment, then quickly found his voice. “I’ve been working myself to death for this company, and you don’t see any of that? Now, because I made one mistake, you’re treating me like this?” “Is it that in your heart, you only care about this company, and I’m just your obedient dog?” My brows furrowed. I didn’t understand why he was acting so wronged. I simply said, “If that’s what you want to think, there’s nothing I can do.” Then, remembering something, I gave a bitter laugh. “Have you finished helping Chloe with whatever she needed? Or are you just here to throw a tantrum at me? You should know I’m not a forgiving person.” Leo’s body stiffened. He denied it weakly. “I didn’t.” His rebuttal had no conviction. My phone vibrated in my hand. I glanced down, giving him a perfunctory reply. “Oh, right. It’s just friendly, harmonious help between classmates.” **Chapter 4** Leo was annoyed by my attitude. “Are you really going to treat me like this for an outsider? She’s her, and you’re you. We’re married.” I was so exasperated by his twisted logic that I wanted to leave, but Leo held me back. He remembered his true purpose for coming to see me: he wanted me to stop meddling in company affairs. I was the largest shareholder, and my return had significantly impacted Leo. The old men on the board, who already disliked Leo, were now opportunists, and Leo was slowly losing his influence in the company. My bad mood had made me sarcastic, which now made it difficult for him to communicate with me. Our conversations had rarely been this strained after we married. In the past, I would usually soothe myself, making him forget that before we got married, I had a very strong personality. Seeing my lack of trust, Leo seemed to grasp at a lifeline. “I can explain to you, that love letter…” But I didn’t have time to pursue it now. I turned and waved him off. “I’m busy right now. We can talk later.” Leo felt an indescribable bitterness, like swallowing a bitter pill. It wasn’t that I was deliberately ignoring him; he’d just come at a bad time. The head of Vance Enterprises, whom I’d been trying to reach for ages, had finally responded. I arrived at the agreed location according to the address they provided. When I saw the person waiting, I froze. The balloon of anxiety in my chest, about to burst, seemed to slowly deflate. Meeting the eyes of the person before me, I actually smiled. It was like a heavy burden had been lifted from my shoulders. I let out a sigh of relief. It wasn’t a forced smile or a cold, mocking one; it was the first genuine, relaxed smile I’d managed in days. Julian Vance watched my transformation from tension to relaxation and gave a helpless smile, extending his hand. “Long time no see, Ms. Harper.” His address momentarily disoriented me. It had been so long since anyone called me “Ms. Harper.” The title “Mrs. Leo” had almost made me forget my own name. Snapping back to reality, I stood up and took his hand. “Long time no see, Julian.” Julian was my middle school classmate. Our families lived close, and our parents knew each other, so we used to walk to and from school together. We went to different high schools, but our relationship remained as good as ever. However, Julian went overseas for college, and later, after I got married, we gradually lost touch. I hadn’t expected the person I was meeting to be Julian. We exchanged a few brief pleasantries before getting down to business. Julian had just returned to the country and was taking over this project. The collaboration partner was still under discussion. Though we were old acquaintances, Julian had no intention of giving me special treatment. I knew it wouldn’t be easy to secure this deal, but the hope wasn’t entirely gone. There were still a few missing points in the contract. Julian told me to revise it and discuss it at their company next time. Afterward, we both stood up to leave. Free from the corporate scheming, our conversation returned to the easygoing banter of old friends. Julian had been dropped off by a driver, but he just received a call saying the driver had an emergency. I didn’t hesitate to offer him a ride home. We chatted and laughed as we walked to my car, only to find Leo standing there. Leo’s eyes lit up when he saw me, but then his gaze narrowed sharply as he noticed Julian beside me. He quickly walked over to me, placing himself between us, his eyes filled with hostility. Leo didn’t want to talk to Julian; he seemed to flee as if Julian were carrying a plague. He grabbed my hand and pulled me toward my car. I glanced back at Julian, my mind still on the contract, knowing I couldn’t offend him. I pulled my hand away from Leo. Leo’s eyes grew cold as he stared at his rejected hand. I stopped, turning to him. “What are you doing?” Leo’s gaze was full of scrutiny, sweeping between Julian and me. He gave a cold laugh. “What am *I* doing? What are *you two* doing? You’re a married woman. What are you doing alone with another man?” I knew I was innocent. I’d been working myself ragged for the company, only to be doubted by him. My emotions had been unstable these past few days, and his words made me explode instantly. “Alone with another man? Ha! I didn’t realize Mr. Leo’s standards were so high. When Mr. Leo was with Ms. Chloe, did you ever consider that you were a married man?” Our words turned into spears, piercing each other. Our voices were grand and forceful, but they concealed shattered hearts. The parking lot lights were dim. We could see each other, yet a mist lay between us, preventing us from drawing any closer. **Chapter 5** The tension hung heavy in the air. Julian took two long strides forward. “Mr. Leo seems to have a lot of animosity toward me. Do you think there’s an issue with the partnership?” Leo’s open mouth closed, confusion clouding his brows. “Partnership?” At his bewildered question, I snorted. “Leo, you’re truly a diligent husband, aren’t you? You really haven’t bothered with the company at all these past few days, have you?” Julian “kindly” explained the reason for our meeting. Watching Leo’s face shift from flushed with anger to pale with shock, Julian’s eyes flashed with a hint of mockery and disdain. I wasn’t in the mood to care what he thought anymore. I just got straight into my car. Julian understood and followed suit, leaving Leo standing alone. After that, Leo returned home, but I was busy with company affairs, ignoring all his attempts to win me over, no matter what methods he tried. Everyone has a breaking point. I dragged my exhausted body home, met by a cloud of cigarette smoke—a smell I absolutely detested. Leo occasionally smoked, but he always avoided me when he did, and he’d air himself out before coming near me. The living room was dim, with small points of light glowing near the couch. I turned on the lights, still intending to ignore him as before. A weary, defeated voice came from behind me, sounding both resigned and demanding. “Let’s talk.” It was a conversation I couldn’t avoid. I checked my watch. “I’ll give you ten minutes. I need to sleep. I have an early start tomorrow.” Leo froze for a moment at my words, then let out a noncommittal laugh. “Now, talking to you requires a time limit? When did we become like this?” “Ever since your love letter,” I stated. Leo was silent for a while. “Yes, that letter was for Chloe, but I haven’t had feelings for her in ages. Why won’t you believe me?” No feelings? If he had no feelings, why did that conversation happen at the reunion? Was I imagining it? I internally sighed. Leo’s ability to lie through his teeth was getting impressive. I turned to meet his gaze, like an invisible power struggle, neither of us yielding until we were both bruised and broken. “So, is an explanation really that hard? Wasn’t it *you* who kept running away from it?! Do you dare ask yourself if you’ve truly been faithful?” “When I wanted to explain, what were *you* doing? Weren’t you busy chatting with Julian?” “That was business. I’m not as idle as you are.” “Business? Does business require meeting and talking every single day? Fine, you’re innocent. What about *him*?!” “You worry about yourself first! Everything I do is for the company. Oh, right, it’s *my* company, not yours. You obviously don’t care about its growth!” “The year after we married, when you went overseas—was that for him?” I didn’t understand what that year had to do with anything. It was a year I never wanted to revisit. I couldn’t recall when that night ended, only the countless hurtful words exchanged between us. My body was still standing there, but my heart had long since crumbled, and our love had rotted away. After Leo’s outburst, I spent the entire night plagued by nightmares. I woke up from a restless sleep and checked my phone messages. Among the work-related texts, there was one that stood out awkwardly. Unknown message: This is Chloe. Let’s meet and clear things up. I swiped away the message and replied to the work-related ones. It was business as usual: reviewing documents, attending meetings, communicating. It wasn’t until dusk approached that I pulled out my lipstick from my bag and added some color to my lips. I arrived at Chloe’s chosen location to find her already there. **Chapter 6** Chloe rested her chin on her hand, smiling as she looked at me. “I thought you wouldn’t come.” I ordered a black coffee. Chloe seemed a little surprised. “You drink black coffee now? I remember you used to hate anything bitter.” Because of our close relationship as high school deskmates, Chloe was the first person to know about my family’s wealth. But times had changed. Years had eroded our friendship. No one lived in the past. I lowered my gaze. “I assume you’re not here for a reunion, are you?” Chloe stirred her coffee. “I really didn’t want things to be like this between us. Honestly, I genuinely liked you.” I laughed, not a mocking laugh, but a genuine one that came from the heart. The chosen location had a perfect view. A glance showed the sunset outside, the lingering rays of the setting sun falling on Chloe and me, as if praising our beauty. “Regarding Leo and me, I’m sorry, but I truly can’t be without him right now.” My voice was laced with mockery. “Your feelings must be so deep then. Why did you two break up before?” Chloe was rarely stumped. After regaining her composure, she leaned forward, more aggressive now. “I know about the love letter. The one he wrote to me.” “Honestly, you should know by now why Leo chose you back then. It was because I went overseas, and you could be his best stepping stone at the time.” She mercilessly shattered my illusions, every word a stab to my heart. I saw clearly, yet I had allowed myself to be deluded, to believe that at least the love we shared all these years was real. But hearing the truth from Chloe, my former good friend and the woman Leo once loved, still made me uncontrollably sad. Gathering my last shred of courage, I met her gaze, stating calmly, “So what? At least we were happy for all those years, and we truly loved each other.” Chloe wasn’t fazed. Instead, she looked like a victor who had already claimed her prize. She pulled out her phone and pushed it toward me. “Tell me when you two ever loved each other after you’ve seen this.” I picked up the phone and started scrolling. My pupils contracted. The air grew thin. Chloe’s smile warped before my eyes, turning demonic. I don’t remember how I walked out of that coffee shop. All I recall is every memory I had with Leo being drenched in black paint. My mind was consumed by that chat log. Chloe and Leo’s conversation had started in the second year of my relationship with him. It began with simple greetings, then gradually progressed to casual chats, sharing, then ambiguous flirtations, and exchanging gifts. Every word they typed on that screen felt like a slap across my face. They had even met multiple times over the years. Whenever Leo said he was going abroad for business, he was actually meeting Chloe. During the year I was getting treatment, they met as usual. The love overflowing from that screen stung my eyes. It was so ridiculous, so utterly laughable, that I couldn’t even cry. The sky had turned completely dark. There was no dramatic rain, like in a movie, to accompany my sorrow. The city continued on as usual. I was even somewhat grateful I’d found that love letter. I’d managed to reclaim my heart from Leo before I saw these chat logs. But why did it still hurt so much? Was love truly this hard to let go of? I walked to my car, then squatted down, burying my head in my knees, unable to speak. I was afraid of being discovered, so I didn’t even dare to cry out loud. I don’t know how long passed, until my legs went numb. Someone softly called out to me beside me. I looked up, my vision blurry from crying for so long. A man was kneeling in front of me, his voice gentle, as if afraid to startle me. “Why are you crying here? Did something happen?” I suddenly stood up, but my legs were aching and numb from squatting. I stumbled forward and Julian caught me in his arms. Julian was about to say something playful, to break the somber mood, but the person buried in his shoulder began to sob louder. Julian sighed and silently patted my back. He comforted me just like he did in elementary school when I cried after getting a bad test score. “It’s okay, it’s okay. Everything will be alright.” The person in his arms mumbled, her voice muffled and nasal, “It won’t be alright. It’s already too late.” I knew I shouldn’t be so intimate with Julian in public, especially after just telling him yesterday not to overstep. But I desperately needed a anchor right now. Julian, having just finished a business meeting, had passed by and noticed my familiar car parked. He got out and saw me crouching on the ground. When I buried myself in his arms, a flicker of joy ignited in his chest, but seeing me cry, he felt a rare surge of anger. He had liked me for a long time, but it seemed everyone was set against his affection. Leo’s appearance, the estrangement of our families, and then *that incident* – he felt he had no face to see me. Studying abroad, he witnessed more of the world. His desire for power grew daily, and his past affection for me morphed into a twisted form of love. Julian was no longer afraid; he confronted his own desires. Julian tirelessly comforted me, over and over. Then, he noticed Leo’s icy glare from not too far away. A faint curve appeared at the corner of Julian’s lips, and he lowered his head to kiss my forehead. I was startled by his action, instantly regaining my composure and pulling away. Julian reined in his emotions. “My apologies. I overstepped.” Since I was the one who practically threw myself into his arms, I found myself speechless. I simply muttered, “I have to go,” and got into my car. **Chapter 7** The next time I saw Leo was through photos someone sent me. An anonymous text message, with intimate photos attached. Leo was asleep, holding the woman in his arms tightly. She was pretty and delicate. The photos burned my eyes and my heart. Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe. I bent over, dry-heaving. When I finally snapped back to reality, I was already in my car, my mind racing to find someone to talk to… but what would I even say? In the split second I was lost in thought, a powerful impact came from the right. Before the car window shattered, I remember thinking how foolish I was. I woke up in a hospital, my head throbbing, feeling disoriented. A dull ache in my abdomen spread throughout my entire body. A nurse called the doctor, who stood beside my bed, just about to speak when two people burst into the room. Leo looked at me, his eyes filled with anguish. Chloe stood outside the door, silent. The doctor, who had seen countless absurd situations, internally scoffed but maintained her professional demeanor. Her eyes, behind her glasses, glinted coldly. “Fortunately, the car accident didn’t cause any severe injuries. However, Ms. Harper, you are very weak after your miscarriage and need to rest and recover properly.” The moment she said this, everyone in the room froze, including Julian, who had just arrived. I touched my aching abdomen, deflating. “I… was pregnant?” I whispered. Recalling my unexplained mood swings before, everything suddenly made sense. Light streamed through the window and illuminated the bed, yet it seemed to stop beside me, casting me in shadow. A light breeze carried a hint of chill; the cold autumn in North America was coming. I sat on the hospital bed, my eyes vacant. The abdominal pain spread throughout my body. I hugged my stomach, curling into a ball, my eyes frighteningly red, tears streaming down my face unconsciously. Leo approached the bed, his hand trembling as he pulled me into his arms. After so many days, this was a rare moment of tenderness, yet I felt no warmth at all. The doctor said a few comforting pleasantries, then rushed off to the next room. Leo’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse. “…We can still have children.” In that moment, his words were sincere, a promise from the depths of his heart. I couldn’t remember the last time Leo had been so gentle and comforting. Chloe walked forward and sat on the edge of the bed, consoling me. “The important thing is to recover your health.” Catching Chloe’s gaze and the faint, intimate red mark on her neck, I snapped out of my daze. I remembered losing my mind after seeing that photo. I forcefully struggled out of Leo’s embrace, backing away from both of them. I had always felt Leo’s perfunctory attitude, but the feelings that had accumulated over time were rooted deep in my flesh and blood. The love letter was just the fuse. Before that, I had been enduring, and my feelings for Leo were cooling. Yet, whenever I remembered the young Leo, I couldn’t bear to let go. In this relationship, which I now wondered if it was one-sided, I had truly loved well. But now, knowing I had lost our child, I couldn’t distinguish if this feeling was still love, or just a heavy sunk cost from the past. At this moment, I truly, genuinely hated Leo. I tried hard not to appear too pathetic, but my body trembled uncontrollably. I clutched my chest, hatred bursting from my eyes. When Leo met my gaze, he was stunned by the hatred and disgust in my eyes. It felt as if a sudden arrow had pierced his heart, bleeding profusely. Before today, he thought he only felt a sense of marital responsibility towards me. But when he heard about my car accident, he was terrified. In that moment, he realized the world would be gray without me. Seeing that I was okay, his senses returned, like his heart started beating again. Chloe, standing nearby, felt a complex mix of emotions. She had witnessed Leo almost losing his mind over someone else, speeding recklessly to the hospital after hearing the news, nearly causing a second accident that day. The man who, in high school, had eyes only for her, was now anxious and worried for another woman. For reasons she couldn’t quite grasp, she had followed him. She seized the opportunity to speak, successfully infuriating me, who had just lost a child, creating a rift between Leo and me. But she felt no joy. Now, I hated Leo as Chloe had wished. Every word I uttered was a sharp knife aimed at him. “You two get out, you pathetic couple! Get out! Why are you pretending, Leo? You must be thrilled, aren’t you? The baby’s gone, your white moonlight is back. What a joyous occasion!” “I shouldn’t have gone to find you! Why? Why do I always lose everything?! Why, why, why… I hate you! I hate all of you, everyone…!” My face, pale as paper from the miscarriage, was flushed crimson from extreme emotion. My hair was disheveled, and tears stained my beautiful face, making me look frail and chaotic, with a broken kind of beauty. I grabbed the water glass beside me and threw it at Leo. He didn’t dodge. The blood dripping from his forehead brought me back to my senses. My body couldn’t handle any more outburst. I deflated, returning to my usual composure. After a long silence, I slowly spoke: “Now that the baby is gone, and I’m thoroughly fed up with you, let’s get a divorce.” **Chapter 8** Leo’s pupils contracted. He had been prepared for me to yell at him, but hearing “divorce” still made him blurt out, “No! I don’t agree.”

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  • My girlfriend saved my life by giving birth to a child. Then I inherited 99 car models.

    She was the ultimate ice queen, and because she said she liked clean, pure guys, I actually kept the fact that my family’s racing club was packed with 99 fierce women a secret. For four years, I played the sweet campus charmer, all just to be with her. We promised to get married right after graduation. But then, everything changed when her childhood friend, Caleb, returned home. To take care of him, Seraphina abandoned me again and again, even planning to have a baby with him. “Julian,” she’d pleaded, her voice soft but firm, “Caleb’s family took me in, and he even cut his wrists for me once. His mental state is fragile, and he’s dying from a fatal illness. I can’t just watch him die.” “Only the baby’s umbilical cord blood can save him. I know you’re not a petty man, you’re so generous, you’ll understand, right?” I stared at the tell-tale hickeys on her collarbone, then glanced at the eighteen different sex toys scattered on the floor. “Saving people,” huh? Some rescue, alright. I’m done with this BS. Later, she came crying, begging for my forgiveness. My family’s 99 stunning professionals blocked her at the door. Their leader, Luna, leaned back, a lazy smile playing on her lips. “Lady Seraphina,” she drawled, “this track is private property. No outsiders allowed.”

    Today was supposed to be the day of my engagement party with Seraphina. I’d booked her favorite Michelin-starred restaurant. That bottle of ’82 Lafite had been quietly decanting for three hours, just like my own burning heart, slowly chilling, settling into a heavy silence. Finally, she arrived, carrying a dusty weariness and an air of apology. “Julian, I’m so sorry. Something came up at the last minute.” She sat down, skillfully offering her excuses, not even noticing that her white silk blouse, with the second button haphazardly slipped into the third buttonhole, revealed a disheveled hint of what shouldn’t be. Even more damning was the strange, cheap, and sickeningly sweet men’s cologne clinging to her – like a needle, it pricked at my temples, sending jolts of pain through me. Just fresh off another man’s battlefield, you rush to my dinner? Seraphina, you truly are a master of time management. “Seraphina, we…” The words “break up” were on the tip of my tongue, but then her phone abruptly lit up. The name flashing on the screen: Caleb. She answered almost instinctively. The face that had been so dismissive towards me a second ago instantly melted into a tenderness I’d never seen, a sweetness that could drown a man. From the other end of the line, Caleb’s perfectly rehearsed, fragile whimper pierced through the speaker, floating directly into my ear: “Sera… I’m so scared being alone… I feel so cold.” “Are you going to leave me again, like last time? Do you not want me and our baby anymore?” Seraphina shot up from her seat, her voice filled with an unprecedented urgency and tenderness. “Don’t be silly, the doctors told you to rest. I just stepped out for some fresh air; I’ll be right back to you, promise.” She hung up, snatched her trench coat, and was about to leave. I finally spoke, my voice cold as ice: “Seraphina, look up at the calendar on the wall.” Her steps faltered. When she turned back to me, her eyes held nothing but impatience. “Julian, be mature. You know Caleb’s situation. He has a history of self-harm, and he acts out when he gets emotional. Now, he’s pregnant for his treatment, practically gambling with his life.” “That’s a human life! It’s just one dinner, can’t you be understanding?!” She finished, then turned resolutely and walked away. I stared blankly at the cake on the table, inscribed with “Sera & Julian.” The frosting melted under the lights, dripping down like the ridiculous love I’d poured into her for four years, silent, laughable tears. I vaguely remembered our sophomore year. Caleb was still abroad, stubbornly sending her all sorts of luxury items and overly sappy letters. Seraphina hadn’t even looked at them. Right in front of me, she’d tossed everything into the trash. She’d made an international call, her voice laced with ice: “Caleb, I’m warning you, stop bothering me with your dramatic, dying acts. It’s cheap.” After hanging up, she’d turned, cupped my face, and kissed me reverently in the sunlight: “Julian, don’t pay any attention to him. You’re the only one in my heart, always have been. That boy isn’t even fit to tie your shoelaces.” But now, for that man “not fit to tie my shoelaces,” she abandoned me again and again. All because her parents had died young, and Caleb’s family had taken her in. All because two months ago, Caleb’s father had tearfully entrusted his terminally ill son to her. All because he held something critical over her head. She called it repaying a debt, a way to show gratitude. She said it was just borrowing her body to have a child, to use the umbilical cord blood to save a life. “Julian, you have to believe me, my heart is yours. Once he’s repaid his family’s kindness, we’ll get married. I swear.” But does ‘repaying kindness’ mean sleeping with him? I looked at the puddle of melted frosting and suddenly felt that the girl in the white dress, who had pushed me away from a runaway race car in the rain, had died long ago. Died in Caleb’s sickbed and his seductive embrace. I decided to give her one last grand gift, a personal epitaph for this relationship.

    I arrived at Seraphina’s penthouse duplex, carrying a Patek Philippe watch box. I’d casually bought this place for her when she complained about living in the dorms. The door opened. Caleb stood leaning against the doorframe, wearing Seraphina’s black silk robe. The robe hung loosely, revealing his pale chest, covered in tell-tale hickeys. He saw me, and his pretty eyes immediately welled up with tears, as if he’d suffered the greatest injustice. “Julian… don’t get the wrong idea. Sera just stayed to keep me company because she was afraid I’d do something reckless.” A rich, top-tier white tea scent mingled with the undeniable scent of… intimacy, assaulting my senses. I smiled, though the mirth never reached my eyes: “Is that right? She was afraid you’d ‘do something reckless,’ so she personally got involved, giving you… palliative care with her body temperature?” “Looks like she’s really dedicated herself to saving your life, must be exhausting.” Caleb’s face instantly went ashen, tears trembling on his lashes. Just then, the master bedroom door slid open with a whoosh. A bath robe hung loosely on Seraphina’s body. There were still hickeys on her neck as she walked out, wiping her wet hair. She froze when she saw me, then her gaze fell on the watch box in my hand, and her eyes instantly lit up. “Julian? What are you doing here?” She strode over, her voice filled with such surprise, such a naturally intimate tone. “And you brought me a gift? I knew you were the most generous, that you loved me the most.” She reached out to take it, completely ignoring the fragile thread that bound us. But then Caleb suddenly clutched his chest, letting out a series of heart-wrenching coughs. He gripped the doorframe, looking at Seraphina with tear-filled eyes: “Sera, am I… am I dying? Will I not see our baby…?” Seraphina’s face instantly changed. She immediately turned and took Caleb’s arm, carefully helping him to the sofa. Then she took his hand and placed it over her own lower abdomen. “Don’t be silly, the baby is already in my belly. Once he’s born, you’ll be saved.” Then she walked back, snatched the watch box from my hand, and thrust it into Caleb’s. “You take this for now. If it’s not enough, I’ll figure something else out.” Her tone was so natural, as if this watch—and even I—were just tools for her to appease another man. I looked at them, my heart chilling inch by inch, leaving only a numb, bitter amusement. Caleb was still putting on his act. He pushed the watch box back, saying with a heartbreaking vulnerability: “No, I can’t take it. This is Julian’s gesture, he loves you so much…” Seraphina frowned, turning back to look at me, her voice carrying a hint of entitled command. “Julian, how about this? You don’t really live in that lakeside villa in the suburbs anyway, why not sell it first to pay for Caleb’s treatment?” “Didn’t you always say what’s yours is mine? Caleb’s dad raised me. Without him, we would never have met. You wouldn’t want to see a parent burying their own child, would you?” “You’re so good, you’ll understand me, right?”

    That villa was my eighteenth birthday gift, the last memento my mother left me. I had once smiled and told her that it would be our home once we were married. Now, it was just a chip in her mouth, to be casually sold off to save another man. How dare she? How dare she say such monstrous things just because I loved her? I looked at her utterly entitled face and suddenly smiled. “Alright,” I heard myself say in an unnervingly calm voice. “Seraphina, you and him can stay locked together, and don’t you dare infect anyone else with your toxicity.” “I wish you both a hundred years of happiness. Don’t disappoint each other.” With that, I turned to leave, resolute. But Seraphina panicked. She rushed after me, grabbing my wrist. “Julian, what do you mean?!” “I told you I’m just repaying a debt! As soon as he’s better, I’ll marry you!” I looked at her anxious face, then abruptly shook off her hand, letting out a cold laugh: “Seraphina, there’s no need anymore.” I had given up on her. I didn’t want her. I turned and pressed the elevator button. Seraphina, however, charged over like a maniac, blocking the elevator doors with her body. Her face was filled with anxiety and a hint of thin anger at being defied. “Julian! I can’t believe you’re such an ungenerous man! I always thought you were different from all those ordinary guys out there!” “It’s just selling a house to save a life, why can’t you understand me?” “Four years of our relationship, just over this little thing, you want to break up with me? Have you forgotten how many times I rejected him for you? Can’t you sacrifice for me just this once?!” I watched her hysterics coldly. From inside the apartment, Caleb’s timely groan drifted out. “Sera… my head hurts so much…” A flicker of struggle crossed Seraphina’s face, but she ultimately gritted her teeth, spat out, “Wait for me here,” and rushed back inside. The elevator doors slowly closed. In the final second before the gap shut completely, I clearly saw Caleb leaning on Seraphina’s shoulder, flashing me a victor’s defiant smile. I got into my Bugatti Veyron and calmly dialed my dad. “Dad.” “I’ve made up my mind. I’m coming home.” On the other end of the line, my dad’s booming voice first fell silent, then erupted in wild joy: “Made up your mind?! My love-struck fool has finally seen sense!” “That gold-digging vixen finally disgusted you? I always knew she was trouble! An opportunist who clawed her way up with her looks, thought she was hot stuff, didn’t she? Why should my son suffer such humiliation?!” “Wait! I’m sending someone to pick you up right away! And that villa, I’ll have that place scrubbed clean, sterilized three times over, inside and out. Not a single trace of her will remain!” Listening to my dad’s roar, I leaned against the car window, a wry smile on my face. “Alright.” The car sped to the villa entrance. But as I opened the main gate with my fingerprint, a nauseatingly sweet smell assaulted my senses. The living room was a mess, the carpets and sofas covered in suspicious, wet stains. The cloying, almost fishy smell made my stomach churn. Seeing the used toys on the floor, I couldn’t hold it in anymore and rushed to the doorway, vomiting violently. Just as I was seeing stars, my vision blurring, a sharp blow landed on the back of my neck. The world instantly flipped upside down. In the last moment before consciousness plunged into darkness, I saw Seraphina’s face. When I woke again, I was handcuffed in a basement. Seraphina sat on a chair opposite me, watching me silently, her eyes obsessive and deranged.

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  • After my husband’s assistant asked me to pay, they knelt down and begged for mercy.

    My childhood friend and I were about to leave after dinner when someone suddenly blocked our way, insisting I pay for another table. I flat out refused to acknowledge her, saying I didn’t know them, but the woman blew her top. “Damn it, I’m doing you a favor by letting *this lady* pay! You dare disrespect the Sterling Group in Veridian City? You looking for trouble?” Before I could even speak, she got even more arrogant. “Do you even know who I am? I’m Leo Sterling, the CEO of Sterling Group’s wife! Scared now?” I froze for a second, then called Leo Sterling directly. “Heard you have another wife at the company?” … The second I hung up, the woman absolutely lost it. She snatched my phone and smashed it on the floor. “Still calling people, huh? I’m telling you, you won’t walk out of this restaurant tonight!” “Stop it!” My childhood friend, Riley Blackwood, instantly pulled me behind her. “Is this all the Sterling Group’s people have for manners? Randomly stopping people from paying, and then getting physical?” Riley’s words made the woman’s face flush crimson. “Manners? In Veridian City, the name Sterling Group *is* manners!” “I’m telling you to pay, I’m giving you a golden opportunity, got it?” “You want to talk rules with me? My word *is* the rule!” A humorless laugh escaped my lips. I looked up at Vanessa Reed. “No matter how big the Sterling Group is, I’m pretty sure they didn’t teach you to block people and extort money, did they?” Vanessa sneered, hands on her hips, looking like a total menace. “I’m letting you pay because I’m giving you a chance to social climb! Plenty of people are lined up, begging to pay my bill, and I wouldn’t even look twice at them!” “A chance to social climb,” huh? Since when did my Kingston family need to social climb off anyone in Veridian City? I glanced at my friend, her face darkening. She, a high-society heiress from Capitol City, never imagined she’d be bullied like this by some minor Sterling Group VP in Veridian City. Vanessa scoffed, waving a hand towards the door. “Let me tell you, in Veridian City, I, Vanessa Reed, *am* the rule! Get these two idiots who have no idea who they’re messing with and hold them down!” The words barely left her mouth when seven or eight bodyguards in black suits swarmed in, instantly surrounding us. Riley instinctively pulled me further behind her, her eyes blazing. But there were too many of them. Before she could even make a move, two bodyguards had her arms pinned down. “Riley!” I started to rush forward, but then felt a sharp blow to the back of my neck. My vision instantly went black. Through a haze, I saw Riley struggling, cursing, “Bastard!” before someone landed a punch on her cheek. Blood immediately welled up at the corner of her mouth. I was held down on the ground, forced to watch as Vanessa raised her foot and kicked Riley in the stomach, all while cursing. “You dare meddle in my business? Today, you’ll learn that the Sterling Group is not to be messed with!” The bodyguards’ fists rained down on me, dull pain spreading through my body in waves. Riley had only come here to visit, and now she was caught up in this inexplicable mess. I hoarsely yelled, “Vanessa Reed, I am Chloe Kingston, Leo Sterling’s legal wife!” I pointed to Riley, who was still pinned down beside me. “And she’s Riley Blackwood, from the Blackwood family in Capitol City! Let us go now, and this can still be over!” At that, Vanessa’s foot froze mid-air, then she burst out laughing. “Leo Sterling’s wife? Blackwood family? Are you two out of your damn minds from being hit too hard?” The people at her table behind her also started laughing. “Who doesn’t know Mr. Sterling’s wife is VP Reed?” “This person really has the nerve to show off, saying whatever she wants.” “Blackwood family? Capitol City? I’ve never heard of them. She probably just made it up to scare us.” Vanessa leaned down, grabbing a handful of my hair, her eyes vicious. “You say you’re his wife one more time, and I’ll rip your mouth apart. I’m going to show you what’s real and what’s fake. Only *I* can call him Leo, and only *I* am his woman.” Riley, pinned to the ground by bodyguards, blood still trickling from her mouth, spoke with a mocking tone, “Chloe Kingston, Chloe Kingston, so you got married for nothing, huh? She’s openly claiming him right in front of you, and you, the actual wife, are here looking like a walking joke?” Her words caught me off guard for a moment, then I smiled too, but my laugh carried a hint of malice. Vanessa was still yanking my hair. Suddenly, I violently turned my head and bit down hard on her wrist. She shrieked in pain, her grip loosening instantly. Using that momentum, I slammed my knee into the groin of the bodyguard behind me. While he doubled over in pain, I grabbed a nearby beer bottle and smashed it over the head of another bodyguard. By the time Vanessa reacted, I had lunged at her, my balled fist striking her face. She was stunned by the sudden counterattack, stumbling back two steps, nose instantly gushing blood. “You dare hit me?!” Vanessa was both shocked and enraged. She reached out to claw at my face, but I grabbed her arm and slammed her to the ground. I straddled her, raining down punch after punch. The few Sterling Group employees were desperate, drunkenly rushing forward to pull me off. “You dare hit VP Reed? You have a death wish!” Riley, I don’t know when, had also broken free from the bodyguards. She kicked away an approaching employee and yelled at me, “Damn it, beat her to death! I’ve never been so humiliated in my life!” In the chaos, someone grabbed a chair and smashed it onto my back. I grunted, but didn’t stop. Vanessa screamed, trying frantically to grab my hair. “Sterling’s people, kill her! I’ll take responsibility for anything that happens, triple bonus!” The employees swarmed like mad, some pulling my arms, some grabbing my waist, others secretly kicking at my legs. Vanessa, seizing the moment I was being pulled, suddenly kicked me in the stomach. I stumbled back two steps, just about to charge again, when I heard voices from the restaurant entrance. “Everybody stop!” Two people in police uniforms pushed their way in. Seeing the mess, their brows furrowed. But when their eyes fell on Vanessa Reed, battered and bruised on the floor, their faces instantly changed. “VP Reed? What are you doing here? What happened?” One of the heavier officers quickly stepped forward, his tone clearly fawning, reaching out to help Vanessa up. Vanessa, seeing the police, acted as if she’d found her salvation. She pointed at Riley and me, wailing. “Officer Jenkins! These two out-of-towners are crazy! Not only did they refuse to pay the bill, but they also assaulted people! Look at me, and my employees, they’re all injured because of them!” Officer Jenkins glanced at our injuries, clearly dismissing them, and instead sternly yelled at us. “What do you two think you’re doing? Brawling in broad daylight, and daring to hurt Sterling Group’s people? You’ve got some nerve!” “She was the one who stopped us from paying first, and she hit us.” Riley, clutching her mouth, spat. “Nonsense!” Vanessa immediately interrupted. “I was kindly letting them get a little connection with Sterling Group by paying my bill, but they turned hostile and refused to acknowledge me, and even impersonated my husband’s wife and someone from Capitol City’s Blackwood family.” Officer Jenkins clearly believed her, pointing to the broken beer bottles and overturned tables and chairs. “Regardless, you beat people up like this and ruined the restaurant’s property, so it’s definitely your fault! Let me tell you, in Veridian City, who doesn’t give the Sterling Group some respect? VP Reed is Mr. Sterling’s person. If you touch her, you’re disrespecting Sterling Group, you’re messing with the rules of the entire Veridian City!” The other, thinner officer had already pulled out handcuffs and rattled them. “Less talk, let’s go back to the station with us first! Oh, and by the way, the bill for VP Reed’s table, plus the restaurant’s renovation fees, medical expenses, and emotional distress damages – you two will cover all of it. If you then kneel down and apologize to VP Reed, maybe this can still be settled privately.” “Why should we?” I was so angry I laughed. “She was the one who started the trouble, and you’re just convicting us without even knowing the facts?” “Why? Because you’re out-of-towners!” Officer Jenkins impatiently waved his hand. “Here, you follow the rules here! VP Reed letting you pay was her giving you a break, don’t bite the hand that feeds you!” Riley scoffed. “I’d like to see if Veridian City’s rules are above the law of the land.” “Hey, still talking tough, huh!” Officer Hayes stepped forward, trying to cuff me. “Looks like you haven’t learned your lesson!” I sidestepped, dodging him. He instantly got mad, suddenly pulling out a stun gun and flicking the switch. “You want to play hardball, huh?” He jabbed the stun gun at me. “Looks like you want to end up in jail!” A jolt of electricity instantly shot through my limbs. My whole body went numb, and I almost collapsed. Riley quickly grabbed me, yelling at the officer, “You dare abuse your authority?!” “Abuse my authority? I’m performing my duty.” Officer Jenkins also pulled out his stun gun, pointing it at Riley. “In Veridian City, Sterling Group’s business is big business. You two, who don’t know your place, need to be taught a good lesson in rules!” Riley grunted as she was zapped, and a burnt smell filled the air. “You power-tripping pieces of trash… you’ll regret this one day…” “Regret?” Officer Jenkins laughed even harder, using his stun gun to lift Riley’s chin. “You two can regret it slowly when you’re locked up and getting beaten every day!” He turned and smiled obsequiously at Vanessa Reed. “VP Reed, do you think this is enough? I can add more juice if you like!” Vanessa watched from the side, looking smug. “Give them more juice, make them know who’s in charge here!” Officer Jenkins kicked me, then bowed again to Vanessa Reed. “VP Reed, could you give us a heads-up? When’s your due date roughly? My partner and I will definitely prepare a generous gift to congratulate you and Mr. Sterling.” Officer Hayes also nodded, bending at the waist. “Exactly, exactly. You have to give us the honor then, let us share in the good news. Maybe with this opportunity, Mr. Sterling can even give us a leg up.” Mentioning this, Vanessa smiled. “About four or five months, I had someone check, it’s a boy.” Vanessa… was pregnant…

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  • Reborn to Let Her Fall: My Childhood Friend’s Path to Ruin

    I told the school’s notorious bad boy that I was Briar’s real boyfriend. I pulled out all the stops to keep them apart. After graduation, Briar found out the truth and broke down, crying. She hated me for destroying her love story. Even on the day I died, she was still cursing me, calling me selfish, a despicable jerk, worse than a dog. As a twisted form of revenge, she deliberately didn’t tell my family about my critical condition. I never got to say goodbye to them. I died with my eyes wide open, consumed by bitterness. After I was reborn, I chose to let go. She finally got her wish, pregnant with the bad boy’s baby. The valedictorian and the school’s bad boy were an item. Our entire senior year was buzzing with this gossip, everyone’s faces alight with barely contained excitement. I sat at my desk, quietly working on practice problems, completely oblivious to the chatter in the hallway. It wasn’t a surprise to me. Yesterday, Jax wrote Briar’s name on the blackboard, confessing his feelings to her in front of everyone. The whole class saw that cheesy, copy-pasted love confession from the internet. Briar, far from being angry, completely fell for it. Her face flushed crimson, but her eyes and brows, though, sparkled with an irrepressible delight. She pretty much gave him her silent approval. Just like that, they became the main characters of some high school romance drama. It had only been one night, and their social media profiles already sported matching couple avatars, openly declaring their relationship on SnapChat. They couldn’t wait to scream their love to the world. The old Briar would never have done something like that. But she’d changed. Ever since she met Jax, she wasn’t the Briar I knew anymore. “Ugh, how could a straight-A student like her fall for that punk? He’s always getting into trouble outside of school. Who knows if he’ll even get into college.” Leo, my best friend, sighed behind me, poking my arm with his pen. “If you ask me, Jax is miles below you.” “Should’ve known Briar liked wild types. You shouldn’t have been such a doormat for her.” I stopped writing, saying seriously, “I haven’t liked her for a long time.” Yeah, I liked her in my last life. Not this one. I still remembered her face at my hospital bed, eyes filled with such visceral hatred. She cursed me over and over, her gaze practically spat daggers at me. “Asher, you deserve this! You’re going straight to hell when you die!” “Do you know how much Jax meant to me? How dare you make decisions for me back then?!” “Karma’s a real b*tch, Asher. You don’t deserve to live.” As she ranted, tears streamed down her face, her voice choked. “Do you know he was the one I loved most…?” When she saw my life slipping away, watching the heart monitor flatline, She didn’t show an ounce of pity. She even deliberately didn’t inform my family. Leaving me to die alone. Her last words before I faded away were: “Asher, now you know what regret feels like, don’t you?” Yeah, I do. Given a second chance, I’ll be a silent shadow. I won’t get in your way and Jax’s ever again. The bell for class rang, pulling my memories back to reality. Jax swaggered in, his rebellious face practically oozing pride and arrogance. Briar followed close behind him, clutching her sleeve tightly. Her lips, redder than the ripest cherries, looked like they’d just been thoroughly kissed. I watched them calmly. It reminded me of Briar and my marriage, a long time ago. That was the first time I ever saw that kind of shy, maidenly expression on her face.

    Our families tried to set Briar and me up. I never thought she’d agree. After all, we were like oil and water back then. She’d even glare at me just for walking past. After high school, Briar got into one of the country’s most prestigious universities, and I became her schoolmate. The day I received my acceptance letter, I told Briar about Jax’s crush on her. Part of it was selfish, yes. But mostly, I didn’t want romance to mess with Briar’s studies. Everyone knew what kind of person Jax truly was. He’d only been at our school for a year, but he’d already racked up a ton of disciplinary actions, constantly breaking school rules and getting into fights off campus. Not only did he smoke and drink, but he’d also gone through more girlfriends than red marks on his report card. He only saw Briar as a game. But Briar, for some reason, liked guys like him. With that charming, yet absolutely toxic, look of his, he’d sit in the back row, humming love songs all day. He’d fold his textbooks into paper airplanes and casually toss them out the window. We’d been childhood friends for so many years; I knew Briar better than anyone. If she knew Jax was planning to confess to her, she’d agree without a second thought. Then she’d fall deep and never pull herself out. “Jax, I know what you’re up to. I suggest you don’t do it, or you’ll regret it big time.” That afternoon, Jax was excitedly grabbing chalk to write on the blackboard, taking advantage of the empty classroom after school. I stood at the back door, my voice cold, cutting him off. “Why not?” He raised an annoyed eyebrow. “Because I’m Briar’s boyfriend.” “You—” The name ‘Briar’ instantly changed his expression. He knew we’d been best friends since kindergarten, in the same class since then, and our parents were even neighbors in the same building. He thought our friendship was purely platonic. “You don’t want her to reject you in front of everyone, do you? You’d lose all face at Northwood High.” I continued, showing him the hair tie on my wrist, silently asserting my claim. It was the same kind Briar wore. Jax’s clenched fist tightened, then loosened. “Oh, and by the way, we’ve been together longer than you’ve even known her.” As I left, I didn’t forget to twist the knife, making sure Jax completely gave up. I lied to Jax. But the hair ties really were from Briar. She was always losing things, so she just gave me a whole box of them. She’d just hold out her hand for one when she needed it. Soon after, Jax shifted his attention to other girls, and we had a peaceful senior year. Later, Briar went crazy trying to chase him, hoping to make up for that missed love. She found out Jax had already moved abroad. They were worlds apart. “Asher, I hate you…” She pounded my chest repeatedly, her tears flowing like a broken dam. For a moment, I hesitated. Should I have just let them be? But then I saw Briar, standing tall, going straight from her undergraduate to her PhD, becoming a dazzling female executive in the finance world, securing a future everyone envied. I still felt it was worth it. After thirty, I was still single, and so was she. Our elders started getting anxious. “Fine,” Just as I was about to refuse, Briar nodded, agreeing to the marriage. It completely blew my mind. She smiled at me, her eyes holding a tenderness I’d never seen before. Suddenly, an unrealistic fantasy sparked within me. After all these years, Briar had finally let go of Jax and was willing to look back at me. I loved her. It was the deepest secret buried in my heart. I don’t think any guy could resist a lively girl with sweet dimples who was always by his side. Her soft, long hair brushed my fingertips, sending an uncontrollable tremor through my heart. But a fantasy is just that, a fantasy. She could nonchalantly pick out a wedding dress, do a photo shoot, finalize wedding arrangements. But she would never actually say she loved me. Jax was her one true love, her ‘what if’ dream. So, she ran away on our wedding day. I was completely humiliated in front of all our guests. The video went viral, and someone even posted a breakdown of the whole story. Netizens mocked me, calling me a pathetic doormat who ended up losing everything. That manipulative snake who ruined true love deserved to be abandoned. Briar had successfully completed her long-planned revenge.

    “Briar, your grades slipped by dozens of ranks in the last monthly exam. You really need to take this seriously.” Mr. Harrison, our class teacher, said earnestly, holding her report card. He glanced at Briar, then at Jax waiting outside his office, shaking his head with a sigh. “It’s normal to have crushes at your age, but you need to keep your eyes open and make smart choices. Classmates should push each other to improve, not just think about having fun all the time.” “I think Asher is doing great. He ranked first in the entire grade this time. He’s a role model for the boys…” “Mr. Harrison.” Briar cut him off, seeing Jax’s annoyed expression. “I’ll handle my own affairs. You don’t need to worry about me.” Briar snatched the report card from his hand and walked off towards Jax without a backward glance. Jax brazenly blew a whistle, practically preening, then threw his arm around Briar’s shoulders, completely ignoring everyone else, and swaggered off. No one at this school could control Jax. His parents were prominent entrepreneurs. The new school building being constructed was a donation from their family. Mr. Harrison stared at their retreating backs, a pang of heartache hitting him. He never imagined his best student would turn out this way. I was on my way to turn in homework when I ran into Briar and Jax. “Asher…” Briar was about to greet me, but swallowed her words. Jax had her hand clutched tight. I felt his hostile glare. Briar was quick to obey him, immediately averting her gaze. She walked past me like a stranger. Jax was jealous of me; I knew Briar must be thrilled about that, loving every minute of it. She thought possessiveness was a sign of love. That was fine. Time to draw a line in the sand. We’d go our separate ways.

    Mr. Thompson asked me why I hadn’t been walking home with Briar lately. I hesitated for a long time but still didn’t tell him about her early relationship. Though, I figured her parents would find out soon enough. With Jax by her side, no matter how late she stayed out, Briar always made it home safely. After school, you could often see them running hand in hand down the street. Their laughter and playful teasing drifted to my ears, sounding as distant as if from another world. Some classmates even spotted them at night in the small grove at the park. Under the dark, windy sky, Jax had Briar pinned against a tree, kissing passionately. Their reputation instantly flipped. From rebellious, passionate lovers, they became the shameless, scandalous couple everyone whispered about. Briar was angry at first, but then she just stopped caring, letting them say whatever they wanted. She continued to spend every waking moment with Jax. Jax had money and bought Briar many designer lipsticks, so Briar learned how to do her makeup and dress up. She started looking down on girls who showed up to school barefaced every day, disdaining to stand next to them. She also looked down on guys who only bought a single boba for dates, secretly calling them poor. She didn’t understand that in student days, a girl’s most beautiful face was her unadorned one. Youth was them, not them transforming into youth. Even a cheap boba could leave a lasting impression for many. The last time Briar spoke to me first was when she threw a small note to Jax during class, accidentally tossing it onto my desk. “Nerd, pass it over, quick.” Briar urged impatiently, afraid I might peek. She no longer called me Asher with a cheerful smile, but adopted Jax’s habit of giving people nicknames. The next second, the math teacher stood in front of my seat, his face stern as he confiscated the note. I heard Jax click his tongue in annoyance, kicking his desk leg. Then he stood up and slammed the door as he walked out. Briar glared at me, her eyes spitting venom. She blamed me for getting them caught. Our math teacher was famously strict. After reading the inappropriate content, he immediately called both sets of parents after class. Jax’s parents, of course, didn’t show up. They let their son run wild. Rumor had it, as long as Jax didn’t get anyone pregnant, his parents didn’t care how many girls he dated. Mr. Thompson, getting the news, rushed back from the construction site, still clutching his hard hat, sweat mixed with dirt caked on his tanned skin. He finally understood why Briar had changed so much lately; it was because she was always with the school bad boy. He was utterly disappointed in his precious daughter. Mr. Thompson hit her for the first time. Briar clutched her face in disbelief, immediately protesting vehemently. You could hear the furious argument from the other end of the hallway, even sitting in the classroom. It lasted a whole afternoon.

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