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I knew my true identity: the real heiress of an elite family. So I hurried to find my parents After the DNA test, Mom and Dad immediately announced my return to the public. Even Seraphina, the adopted daughter, didn’t make things difficult for me; instead, she tried everything to help me blend into our new upscale life quickly. But I was still unsatisfied, constantly stirring up trouble and making our home uncomfortable. Finally, after I hit the nanny, Mom couldn’t hold back anymore. Her voice cracked, “What exactly do you want?!” I pointed at Mrs. Davis. “She keeps comparing me to your other daughter. Says I’m an ugly duckling.” Then, I turned my finger to Seraphina. “Since I’m back, why are you still keeping her around?” Mom and Dad exchanged glances, trying to reason with me. “It wasn’t Seraphina’s fault that the babies were switched.” Yes, it wasn’t her fault. But was it my fault? “I refuse to live with her. It’s either her or me—one of us has to go!” “Stella, you…” Mom reached out, trying to grab me, probably hoping to say something soft and smooth things over like she used to. But I batted her hand away without a second thought, glaring at her fiercely. Dad immediately scolded me. “What kind of attitude is that?” “Is that how you treat your mother? So disrespectful?” I clutched my hair, screaming hysterically. “She’s not my mom, and you’re not my dad!” “You two are Seraphina’s parents! What am I? Just some random person who popped up out of nowhere? You probably wish I’d just died out there, didn’t you?!” As I yelled, my peripheral vision caught sight of the catalyst for this outburst. A box of strawberries that looked… less than fresh. Almost rotten. I snatched the strawberries from the table and hurled them to the floor. Then, I stomped on them with my shoes, crushing them until juice splattered everywhere. “With me and your precious daughter in this house, one is a princess, and the other is a beggar!” “She wants strawberries, and the nanny gives her the freshest, the best.” “I want them, and I’m only worthy of eating ones that have been sitting for a week, already going bad.” “When have you ever treated me like your own? Why does no one here respect me?” I always knew what the nannies whispered about behind my back. But I held it in. After all, what they said was true. If I kept causing trouble, I’d probably just earn the family’s annoyance. But the more I tolerated, the more they just sneered. “Someone who’s unloved? What good things could *she* possibly get to eat?” “These strawberries cost a thousand dollars for just five or six. Even rotten, she’s lucky to have them.” That’s when I finally realized the “delicious” big strawberries I’d been happily eating. They were actually Seraphina’s leftovers, the “trash” she didn’t want because she didn’t like them anymore. Why? I was the *real* daughter of this family! I screamed and cried relentlessly. But Mom and Dad just tried to calm me. “We’ll fire her immediately. If you want strawberries, we’ll take you to buy the best, the freshest ones right now.” Seraphina bit her lower lip, her voice surprisingly calm. “I didn’t know about any of this.” “I…” She said, trying to approach me. But I pushed her away without thinking. “You thief, why are you pretending to be a good person? You stole my life for so long, and you’re still putting on airs?” Seraphina fell to the floor, her head hitting the corner of the table, and blood started gushing. I froze in shock. Seeing this, Mom collapsed to the ground, utterly weak. Dad’s face showed clear anguish. Watching that scene, my hatred surged even more. Without a second thought, I bolted towards the balcony, straddling the railing…

They pulled me back. Mom and Dad grabbed hold of me. But I kept struggling, trying to throw myself off. “Let go of me! Either I die, or she’s out!” Only one thought consumed my mind. Get rid of Seraphina. Get rid of this thief, this robber who stole everything from me. Mom was crying uncontrollably. Yet, she still wouldn’t concede, wouldn’t agree to make Seraphina move out. It was Seraphina herself, clutching her bleeding head, who walked to the balcony and slowly knelt before me. “I’m so sorry. I’ll leave right now.” “I’m so sorry for taking your place for so long.” She looked pathetic. Blood streamed down her face, making her appear utterly disheveled. It was a blatant display of misery. But I knew she wasn’t faking it. She had always wanted to move out. It was Mom and Dad who wouldn’t let her. This time, Dad didn’t try to stop her; he just sighed helplessly. And Mom and Seraphina embraced, weeping together! That very night, Seraphina vanished from the house. A huge weight lifted off my chest, and a secret thrill coursed through me. Even when the nannies looked at me with strange eyes, I didn’t feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, right in front of them, I took every single strawberry from the fridge and tossed them into the trash. “Strawberries are what I hate most.” “From now on, I forbid any trace of strawberries in this house. No, not just strawberries—anything connected to Seraphina is gone!” The nannies in the mansion didn’t dare to defy me anymore. They cleared out Seraphina’s belongings at top speed. This made me feel incredibly triumphant. After all, ever since I returned to this elite family. They had always looked at me with mocking eyes. Whispering behind my back about how I wasn’t as good as Seraphina. Whatever Seraphina told them to do, they did. For me, they just brushed me off! After I got rid of Seraphina, I felt great for a while. But then I saw how unhappy Mom and Dad were, and a slow unease crept into my heart. So, I tried to imitate Seraphina’s behavior, hoping to please them. I didn’t think there was anything wrong with trying to be like Seraphina. If I had grown up in this house, those things would have been *my* duties, not hers. I thought I could replace Seraphina. And I worked tirelessly towards it. Whether it was making coffee just the way Dad liked it. Or arranging flowers, Mom’s favorite pastime. Plus, all my regular lessons. I slept less than six hours every night. But all of it was just an illusion. And what shattered that pathetic fantasy was a house purchase agreement… Ever since I returned to this elite family, I’d gained many “enemies.” Those other socialites looked down on me, constantly mocking me. Seraphina’s rival, Veronica, was the worst of them. She’d sneer, “Though I’ve always hated Seraphina’s high-and-mighty act, compared to someone as low-class as you, dragging down our standards…” “I’d rather have her as the heiress.” I’d always been furious. So, after I drove Seraphina away. When Veronica came to provoke me again, I gloated about Seraphina being gone. “No matter what, fake is fake.” “Is some illegitimate child really better than the real thing?” But she just laughed and told me another truth. My parents had bought Seraphina a luxurious penthouse apartment. And whenever they said they were busy with business trips and wouldn’t be home overnight, they were actually at that apartment, spending time with Seraphina. “Idiot, you think you drove Seraphina away?” “But all you did was give her a huge apartment for free. That place is worth tens of millions!” “Do *you* have that?” “Oh right, your parents are gone; they’ve started a new family elsewhere.”

I didn’t believe it. But reason told me it was highly likely to be true. When I found the purchase agreement in my Dad’s study, clearly marked with Seraphina’s name. My rationality completely exploded. And I immediately went to their door, like I was catching them cheating. When Seraphina opened the door, I pushed past her first, storming into the apartment. Sure enough, Mom and Dad, who had told me they were out of town on a business trip, were right there. It was so cozy. My elegant biological mother was wearing an apron, holding a steaming dish. My father was at the table, reading the news. But when they saw me, their faces instantly paled. I ground my teeth together, a grating sound. “Did I interrupt your little family get-together?” A crushing wave of injustice washed over me. “Tens of millions for a house? How generous!” “Didn’t you say she’d go back to where she belonged?” Dad coughed heavily several times, then spoke to me with a very serious expression. “We had no choice.” “You lived in that place for over a decade. You know what it was like.” “If Seraphina went back, it would be no different from falling into hell!” Hell? I sneered. “That’s because she was *born* in hell.” “Like I give a damn?” “I know you think I’m not as graceful, gentle, or kind as her.” “I’m crass, petty, selfish, and have all the flaws of someone who suddenly got rich.” “But did I ever have a chance to grow up like her?” My foster parents, Seraphina’s biological parents. They were the laziest couple in the entire village. They wouldn’t work, wouldn’t earn money. They lived entirely off their elders’ money. When their children grew up, they’d leech off them even more. At four years old, I was already learning from my older foster sister how to collect recyclables to earn money for food. When I got a bit older, I went out to work, tirelessly doing handicrafts day and night. I often had to argue bitterly with people over a few dollars. I couldn’t afford to lose even a penny. I was sixteen this year, but my height was barely five feet. Even my periods had only just started. The family doctor said I was severely malnourished, and my body was severely weakened. I probably won’t grow any taller in this lifetime. “You feel sorry for her. So why don’t you feel sorry for me? That place you call hell, I lived there for sixteen years!” Even if Seraphina were sent back, she would still have a better life than I did. After all, my parents wouldn’t just leave her with nothing. And Seraphina was already grown; she’d just have to tough it out for two more years, get into college, and then she could escape those parents. Seraphina bit her lower lip, repeatedly saying “I’m sorry” to me. Mom finally couldn’t take it anymore. “What more do you want?!” “Yes, yes, you’ve suffered. You’ve been wronged.” “But whose fault is it?” “Do you think I *wanted* my own child to suffer out there? Do you think I *wanted* to raise someone else’s child?” “God played a cruel joke, letting you come out of my womb only to suffer a harsh life. Maybe I gave birth to the wrong child back then? Maybe Seraphina was destined for a good life, and you were destined…” She trailed off, her lips trembling. And I finished her sentence, asking, “Born worthless, right?”

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Five years into our marriage, Clara still didn’t love me. One day, we were arguing in the car, and I didn’t notice the truck speeding towards us. Before she died, she told me, guilt clouding her eyes: “I’m sorry, Fitzgerald. I tried to love you, but I just can’t forget him. We can only be friends, never lovers.” Blood from her forehead dripped onto my face. “Fitzgerald, in our next life, please let him and me be together, okay?” When I opened my eyes again, I had been reborn. Given a second chance, I decisively called off our engagement, ready to let her be with my brother. But one question kept nagging at me. My brother, he died at birth. Who exactly did Clara love? “You’re giving up your engagement?” My father looked like he thought he’d misheard me. “You’ve loved her your whole life. When you were a baby, you didn’t reach for the books your mom and I prepared for you, you reached for Clara!” I lowered my gaze. “That was just when I was little…” My dad wasn’t one to force me. He watched me for a moment, then sighed. “Alright, perhaps it’s for the best. After all, you’re not the only boy in the Miller family. Your cousin, they’re still willing to accept it.” “Dad, could we offer it to my cousin?” “You don’t have a younger cousin.” My dad’s eyes widened. “You’re the youngest of your generation.” Huh? I’d always assumed the ‘brother’ Clara mentioned was some distant relative I didn’t know. “However, there is someone younger than you.” My dad sighed again. “But, you know…” I looked down. Yes, besides the brother who died at birth, I had no other siblings. “Dad, I want to choose my own bride. For now, please don’t tell the Jenkins family I’m breaking off the engagement.” With a heavy heart, I left home and headed straight to the cemetery, my mind a mess. My brother was buried there, beside my mother. I first laid flowers for Mom. Then I placed a shaved ice, some jelly, and a bag of chips in front of the smaller tombstone. Staring at the gravestone, which didn’t even have a photo: “Good brother, can you help your big brother find the ‘brother’ Clara talks about, okay?” After spending some time with my brother, I turned to leave. Another Maybach pulled up beside my car. Clara stepped out, a bouquet of flowers in her hand. Our eyes met, and we both froze. So many words rushed to my mind, but I didn’t know where to start. I took a deep breath. I wanted to ask if she was here to see my brother. Then I noticed the carnations in her hand. It suddenly dawned on me that today was also Mother’s Day. “Are you… here to see my aunt?” She scoffed, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips. “Yes, I’m about to marry you, so of course, I have to come and tell her…” She stared at me. “…this good news.” She bit out those last words. My fists clenched, I fought back the sting in my eyes. “Don’t worry. If your loved one were still alive, I would absolutely help you both!” “Fitzgerald Miller!” Aside from my past life, this was the first time she had ever snapped at me. “Don’t talk nonsense.” My eyes red, I looked at her. “I’m serious!” “Fitzgerald Miller.” She brushed past me. “I haven’t even blamed you for taking his place, and you shouldn’t wish death upon him. “He was right, you really have become a cruel person.” I froze. Clara had already walked into the cemetery. I quietly turned and watched her kneel before my mother’s tombstone. That bowed back had once shielded me from the twisted metal of the car. “Mom, I’m getting married. Just wanted to tell you. “It’s to Fitzgerald Miller. “You always said your biggest wish was for me to marry someone I truly loved. “But, I’m going back on that. “I don’t love him. “He’s stubborn and won’t marry anyone but me. I’m afraid he might really hurt himself. “I know you liked Fitzgerald, and I don’t dislike him either, but love isn’t something I can force. “When the right person appears, one look is all it takes. “I’ll see him one last time at the investment summit in two days. This life, this is it.” Clara walked out of the cemetery. I was still standing where I was. “Clara, take me to the summit.” She paused, surprised. “Let me meet my ‘brother.’ I’ll make things clear with him.” I stared into her eyes. “Then, I’ll give you to him.”

Clara didn’t show the surprise I’d imagined. Instead, her face darkened. “You’re treating our engagement like a joke?” She took a step closer to me, looking up. “You were the one who insisted on marrying me, and now the whole world knows I’m marrying you, and you want to back out? What will people think of me?” “But…” “No ‘buts’.” Before getting into her car, she gave me a cold look. “If you really wanted to break it off, you wouldn’t have waited until today.” “I…” She didn’t wait for my explanation. The Maybach quickly disappeared from my sight. She knew me well. Backing out wasn’t my style. But all of that was before. Before I was reborn. Before I knew the fervent love she held for that ‘brother’ of mine. Clara, we were simply not meant to be. I learned that with my life. I truly wanted to help you, to repay your life-saving grace from my past. I sent her a message, begging her to give us both a chance. She didn’t reply. Only her sister relayed a message to me: “She said there will be decades together after the wedding, no need for pointless talk.” I had no choice. But two days later, a Maybach stopped at my door. Her face slowly appeared from behind the lowered window. “Get in.” I didn’t hesitate. It was a grand gala. The moment Clara and I appeared, we commanded everyone’s attention. The news of the two most powerful families in the social circle uniting had already spread far and wide. Clara stiffly accepted everyone’s congratulations. Her smile was tinged with bitterness, yet she never left my side. She was so conflicted. Loyal and passionate to her love, yet she also possessed an intense sense of responsibility towards her status. With everyone knowing she was my fiancée, She wouldn’t just abandon me here and openly seek out another man. And in my previous life, that very sense of responsibility was what I hated most. It allowed me to cling to the illusion that she might still love me. Then, when she used her life to save mine, to fulfill her wish, I vomited blood from the pain. “Clara, you don’t have to stay with me. Go meet whoever you want.” Her gaze was vacant, fixed on something ahead. “I’m going to the restroom.” With that, she left me. And she did indeed go to the restroom. No excuse to meet anyone. I recalled the direction she had been staring at. My gaze followed. A man in a black suit, his back to me, was chatting with some friends. He seemed to sense my gaze. He turned his head. Our eyes met. My breath caught. How could there be someone in this world who looked so much like me!

He froze too, for a moment. He sized me up and down. Then a dismissive, cold smirk touched his lips. He turned and walked away, his back to me. I hurried after him. “Wait! Excuse me, wait!” The man walked faster. “Wait… Ah!” My foot slipped, and I fell heavily to my knees. I tried to get up, but the entire floor was shaking. It wasn’t that I’d lost my footing. It was the building that was shaking! “Why is there a timer here!” “Oh no! It’s a bomb!” I ignored the panic around me because the man was already heading upstairs. “Wait!” I stumbled after him, my feet scrambling on the shaking floor. A creaking sound came from above. Screams erupted around me. “Don’t run! It’s going to fall on you!” “The chandelier’s broken!” But my eyes were fixed on that man. “Wait! I just want to ask you two questions!” “Fitzgerald Miller!” A massive impact threw me sideways. Clara, holding me, rolled several times across the cracking floor. The chandelier shattered exactly where I had been standing, leaving a huge crater in the granite floor. Before I could speak, the violent shaking made Clara’s nerves fray. Without a word, she dragged me out. Once we were outside the building, she collapsed to her knees. I rushed to support her. Blood dripped from her forehead. She lay in my arms, gritting her teeth. “Are you insane?” In that moment, I felt like I was back in my past life. She had knelt over me, her body so frail, yet shielding me from the twisted steel. But even then, she refused to let me touch her. “Clara…” “Fire! Put out the fire! Someone’s still inside!” The screams of survivors interrupted our conversation. Clara’s body stiffened. Ignoring her exhaustion, she pushed me away and stumbled to her feet. She frantically scanned the crowd of people who had escaped, her eyes searching back and forth. Her eyes instantly turned red. Then she turned and sprinted towards the burning building. “Clara Jenkins!” I tried to follow, but security guards held me back tightly. Clara’s figure disappeared into the inferno. I heard my own voice, almost a scream of despair. “Clara!” The crackling of construction materials in the fire threatened to consume my sanity. A security guard tried to reassure me. “We’ll stop Ms. Jenkins. The building is sealed off. She can’t get in.” “Sealed off…” My eyes were red. “Can anyone inside still get out?” “In… this situation, anyone who didn’t get out… they’re likely gone.” My legs gave out. The security guard held me firmly. That meant… that man, too… “Fitzgerald Miller!” Hearing that voice, my eyes lit up. Clara, her face streaked with ash and blood on her forehead, marched towards me. “Clara! You…” SLAP! A stinging slap landed hard on my face. It brutally cut off my “Are you okay?” “It was you, wasn’t it? You deliberately followed me here just to get him killed!” Even after five years of conflict in my previous life, She had never laid a hand on me. Nor had she ever, like now, pushed past so many security guards just to rush at me. I held my face, looking at her like she was a stranger. “How can you possibly think that?” “Hmph, your father works in specialized security. Out of everyone at the conference today, you’re the only one who could get a bomb like that!” My eyes immediately welled up. “What’s more…” She pushed past the security guard, taking sarcastic steps closer to me. “You usually get furious if I so much as speak to another man. How could you suddenly agree to meet him and offer to give up our engagement?” “Clara…” A bitter laugh escaped me. Her eyes were redder than mine. “I was so stupid. I actually thought you would help us. “I even brought you, the murderer, here myself. Ha… haha…” Her laughter grew more bitter. She slapped herself hard across the face. “Now there’s no one else between us. I’m stuck with you for life. Are you happy?” “Clara!” My eyes burned with tears. But she didn’t spare me another glance. She turned. Stumbled away. And walked further and further. Blood trickled from her sleeve, leaving a trail on the ground where she’d walked. That was from when she’d been cut by the chandelier while saving me.

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Five months into my pregnancy, I was still working. Just before signing a major contract, the new intern, Amber, handed me a cup of almond tea. I have a severe almond allergy. I went into anaphylactic shock on the spot. When I woke up, I had lost the $30 million contract and the baby I was carrying. I never imagined my husband, Damien, the CEO, would only fine the intern $300, then turn to fire me: “Celeste, Amber didn’t mean it. I’ve already fined her $300. You’ve had a miscarriage, you’re not fit for work. Go home and recover.” “Is our child only worth $300?” I sneered. Then I noticed two fresh scratch marks on Damien’s backside, and it all clicked. The moment he closed the bathroom door, I called his biggest rival, Devin. When we first started the company, we were dirt poor. I worked myself so hard back then, doctors told me it would be difficult for me to conceive. That’s why I was so careful after I got pregnant. I had planned to take maternity leave right after this $30 million deal was signed. But I never expected to miscarry. I remembered telling everyone at a company gathering about my almond allergy. Amber was there. But now, with tears in her eyes, she claimed: “I truly had no idea you were allergic to almonds.” Damien shielded her behind him. “You can’t blame her entirely. Couldn’t you tell if there were almonds in the tea yourself? A $300 fine is enough.” Amber continued to sob: “Celeste, you have such a rich husband in Damien. $300 might be nothing to you. But for me, it’s a box of my father’s medicine. I have to work three days to save that much.” With that, Amber burst into tears and ran out. My husband, of course, chased after her. I stood in the office, a bitter smile on my face. I had taken pity on her during her interview and hired her, never imagining I had fostered a viper who was now sinking its fangs into me. Just then, my phone chimed. It was a SnapChat video from Amber. The screen showed Damien tenderly kissing away her tears. “It’s just $300, don’t cry. I’ll transfer three million to you later, okay?” Amber, eyes red, playfully punched his chest. “No! What do you mean by five million? Is this payment for making me your mistress? I’m not that cheap; I don’t want to be a mistress…” Damien grabbed her hands, tossing her onto the bed before telling her: “You’re not a mistress. You’re my lover.” The screen then went black, leaving only their muffled moans. A sharp pang shot through my heart. Amber was his lover? What did that make me, his wife who’d stood by him for seven years, building his company from the ground up? When we first got married, Damien’s engagement ring was an aluminum can tab. He knelt, promising me: “Celeste, I’ll love and protect you for life. Once I’m rich, I’ll buy you the most beautiful ring.” Now, he was successful, but his vows were long forgotten. I choked back my tears, drafted the divorce papers, and signed them.

After being discharged from the hospital, I drove back to the office to pack my things and process my resignation. In my drawer, I kept a bracelet my mother wore, the only memento she left me. I pushed open the door, only to find Amber sitting happily at my desk, applying makeup—even using *my* cosmetics! Seeing me, she sneered: “Damien said this office is mine now. Some old women are just useless, can’t hold onto a baby, a man, or a job.” Her words stung, my eyes reddening. I reached out to slap her, but a large hand grabbed mine. Amber immediately pouted, tears streaming down her face. “Damien, Celeste told me to get out, said I made her seat dirty.” Damien stepped in front of her, explaining: “You’re going home anyway. Just let her have this office. Perfect, it’ll make her work hard to make up for the losses you caused last time.” I let out a cold laugh. Was this a punishment or a reward? Amber was just an intern; she had no e-commerce experience, let alone live streaming. How could she possibly take over my position? But I was too tired to argue. I just wanted to leave quickly. As soon as I opened the drawer, my mother’s necklace was gone. I asked Amber: “Where did you put the jewelry box that was in here?” She spoke dismissively: “Oh, that old box? I threw it away. It’s probably at the dump by now. Looked like it was only worth ten bucks, I’ll pay you back.” I slapped her directly across the face: “That was my mother’s only memento! No amount of money can ever replace it!” I was the one heartbroken, yet Amber ran off crying, covering her face. “It’s your fault for not keeping it safe, and now you’re blaming me? I bet you just want to drive me away. I have to pay for my dad’s medical bills, and you just want me to lose this job. You’re trying to kill me! I’ll just go kill myself now!” Amber rushed out crying. Damien’s brow furrowed, and he instinctively started to follow her. Trembling, I called out to him from behind: “You can go after her, but sign my resignation letter first.” But he didn’t stop, just glanced at me coldly. “Celeste, when did you become so petty? Are you really going to force Amber to her death? It’s just a bracelet. I’ll buy you a better one.” With that, Damien walked out without hesitation. I tightly clutched my resignation application and went to HR. The employee in charge looked troubled. “Celeste, without Mr. Damien’s signature, your resignation won’t be effective unless you pay the penalty for breach of contract.” I didn’t hesitate. I immediately called Sterling Corporation, his rival company: “You’ve been trying to poach me, haven’t you? I’ll participate in the live selling competition for you in three days. But you have to pay my termination fee.”

After I hung up, Damien had already coaxed Amber back. The termination fee from Sterling Corporation was due in three days, and then I could leave. I ignored them both, quietly returning to my office to pack my things. But no sooner had I sat down than Amber strutted in, her head held high, sweeping my belongings directly off the desk. “Celeste, I’m the streamer now, and Damien said this office belongs to me too. You’re just a junior employee in charge of samples, your spot is over there.” I followed her pointed finger. Beside the trash can was a new workstation, its desk so narrow it was hard to even rest a hand on it. Amber leaned in close to my ear, her voice dripping with provocation: “Damien said you were old and ugly, unlike me, young and beautiful. He wants to look at *me* more, to ‘cleanse his eyes’ of you.” I looked through the glass partition at Damien, my nails digging deep into my palms, yet I felt no pain. He had once specially designed these two unique offices, separated only by a transparent glass wall, just so he could glance at me more during work. He used to say I was his motivation to strive harder. Now, he was making me give even this up to someone else. I tilted my head back, refusing to let the tears fall, and uncharacteristically, didn’t object. I silently walked out. Damien, watching from next door, frowned deeply. He knew perfectly well how much I loved this office, how I’d lean on the desk and watch him after every stream. He had been prepared for me to throw a fit, but my quiet acceptance filled him with a sudden panic. For the first time during working hours, he approached me, explaining: “I’m just doing this to supervise her work, to help her pay back the $30 million as quickly as possible. That’s why I let her temporarily move into your office. Once she pays it back, I’ll make her move out. Celeste, I know you’re upset about losing the baby. How about I take you shopping to get your mind off things?” Thinking about the jewelry I still needed for the awards ceremony tomorrow, I didn’t refuse. I got into his Maybach, treating it as a convenient ride. Soon, I spotted a beautiful sapphire necklace. To my surprise, the sales associate approached me, looking apologetic, to say it had already been purchased. Disappointed, I settled for another one. But as I scrolled through my Ins feed in the car, I saw Amber’s latest post. The picture was none other than the sapphire necklace I had just admired, with the caption: “Damien has such good taste! I’ll wear this to meet our new business partners later.” Before I could react, the passenger door opened, revealing a meticulously dressed Amber. Damien glanced at me, stating matter-of-factly: “You’re Amber’s assistant now. Sit in the back. We’re going to meet the partners together.” So, his initiative was just to have me help Amber pick out a necklace. I forced a bitter smile and moved to the back seat. Then, I watched Amber expertly pull a compact from the car pocket to touch up her makeup. Inside, I vaguely glimpsed an opened box of condoms. I looked away, my heart numb. I thought I couldn’t feel pain anymore, but then, in the private dining room, Amber gave a coy smile as a business partner raised a glass to her. “Oh, I can’t drink right now.” The partner curiously asked, “Why not?” She placed a hand on her stomach, revealing a diamond bracelet on her wrist, and looked directly at Damien, making no effort to hide it. “Because I’m pregnant, and my husband bought me this diamond bracelet especially.” Seeing that bracelet, I let out a cold laugh. He had promised me an engagement ring, a bracelet – he’d bought me nothing. Now, he was so generous with his lover. No wonder he wasn’t sad when I miscarried. They already had a baby together. Amber’s face was alight with smug triumph as she watched my pale complexion, but she still wasn’t done with me. “Even though I can’t drink, Celeste can. Why don’t you let her drink on my behalf? Damien, what do you say?”

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Three years ago, at a product launch, I punched my ex-wife Victoria’s then-boyfriend, Blake, so hard he went deaf in one ear. I was detained. Victoria filed for divorce the next morning. From a jail cell, I learned she’d married him. My friends knew how possessive I was, and they expected me to reclaim Victoria the moment I got out. Instead, I disappeared. Until my name was called out at a bustling tourist spot. “How many skewers do you want?” I asked politely, “And do you want extra spice?” Victoria’s eyes welled up. “You…you even forgot I never eat spicy food?” … My voice remained perfectly even, a flat professional courtesy. “Apologies. We serve hundreds of people a night. Safer to ask than to assume.” For a moment, the only sound was her sharp, indrawn breath, followed by the restless shuffle of the queue behind her. “Are you going to order or not? This is the TikTok spot. Move it or lose your spot.” Victoria stared at me for a long time, her eyes aching, before she finally lowered her head and quickly ordered a few skewers. “No spice.” I offered a polite smile. “Seven to ten minutes. Please wait over there.” With that, I bent my head, focused on the grill. Every movement was precise and efficient. Victoria stared at my cracked, swollen hands, then suddenly snatched the skewer right out of them. “Alex! Stop doing this!” I snatched the skewer back, a deep frown creasing my forehead. “Ma’am, please don’t interrupt my work. There are many other customers waiting.” The customer in line behind her sounded annoyed. “Are you out of your mind? You’re stopping the owner from making a living, do you want him to starve?” Victoria looked as if she’d been stung. “What do you guys know? Alex is completely wasting his talent here! You couldn’t possibly understand his ambitions.” The customers eyed me with amusement. “What, his old flame?” “I used to have big ambitions too, but now I drive a taxi every day.” “Right? I wanted to be a billionaire, but now I’m buried under loans.” Victoria looked at these people as if they were idiots, her eyes filled with disdain. “There’s no reasoning with you people.” She turned back to me, her eyes shining with fervor. “Alex, I…I believe you’re not doing this willingly. The code and programs you developed are the most brilliant things in the world. If you wanted to, you could make millions in a snap. Why are you wasting yourself here?” Before I could answer, her eyes reddened with self-reproach. “Is it because of me?” “I know what happened back then hit you hard, but I never imagined you’d fall into such despair, to end up like this…” Her eyes were filled with pity, as if I was doing something utterly degrading. My gaze remained calm. “Ma’am, if you don’t want to eat, I can cancel your order. Please don’t interfere with my business.” Victoria froze completely, her eyes a mix of disbelief and sorrow. She sat back down, tears welling up. “Who said I’m not eating? I want to eat.” I turned and continued to finish the skewers in my hand. Victoria ate while shedding tears, her eyes frequently darting towards me, hoping I would comfort her like I used to. But I only slightly frowned, then refilled her tissue box. “Ma’am, if you need help, there’s a police station about five hundred yards away.” At my words, Victoria finally couldn’t bear my indifference. She covered her face and ran off. It wasn’t until I was about to pack up my stall. Victoria, who had been hiding in the shadows for a long time, suddenly spoke. “How long have you been doing this?” She pulled out a stack of cash and placed it in front of me. “I’m here on vacation. If you spend two hours showing me around, you’ll earn more than you do with this stall.”

My gaze landed on the thick wad of cash. Three, maybe four thousand. Enough for the doll Lily had been eyeing for weeks. The skewers were sold out. Only an idiot would walk away from honest money. “Alright, I know this place inside out.” I smiled, taking the money, not feeling any embarrassment. Victoria’s voice was unsteady. “You…you never used to care about money like this. Small money.” “There was that time…some heir tried to buy me a drink for half a million. You broke a million-dollar bottle of cognac over his head. It cost us a deal worth ten times that.” Looking at my grease-stained, cheap T-shirt, her expression was indescribable. “Your skin is sensitive. You couldn’t wear cheap polyester. You only wore tailored pure wool suits, and even a pair of plain socks cost enough to buy your entire stall.” She couldn’t understand how the once dashing, extravagant man could have changed so much. I didn’t respond, just smiled and pointed towards the building on the distant cliff, like a castle in the clouds. “That structure, built right on the cliff face, is a local landmark.” I naturally introduced the attraction to her, then turned back to ask. “Have you been up there?” Victoria had been watching me, and she shook her head blankly. “Go take a look. When you see the vast world spread out before your eyes, you’ll understand.” I once thought I could never let go of Victoria. Now, thinking back, it was truly laughable. Victoria met my honest gaze, devoid of any love, and felt a pang in her heart. “Okay.” On the way up the mountain, I acted like a dutiful guide, enthusiastically telling her about the local culture and traditions. When we passed other vendors, I’d greet them cheerfully. “Alex, moonlighting as a guide again?” “Young people certainly have stamina, working late guiding tourists up the mountain for extra cash.” Victoria looked at my slender profile and quietly asked. “Do you often work as a guide?” I answered frankly. “Sometimes I show tourists around, but none of them are as generous as you.” I flashed a wide, genuine smile. Victoria finally realized, at that moment, that I was genuinely happy about this small sum of money I would have scorned before. It wasn’t about trying to get a rise out of her. “Alex, don’t be like this.” She suddenly grabbed my hand, her voice earnest. “Even if we’re divorced, I don’t want to see you fall apart like this.” “You’re not an ordinary person. Even if you’ve been to prison, you can still make a comeback.” She pulled out her phone and quickly typed in a bank account number. “I was always afraid to contact you. I thought you were doing well, but I never expected you to…This money is what I owe you. Take it and start a new business.” Without a moment’s hesitation, she typed in the amount: five million. I just watched Victoria, silent. She thought I was silently accepting the money, but then her phone screen flashed a notification: the recipient’s bank account was closed. She was completely stunned. “Alex…do you hate me?” She looked up at me, her eyes brimming with tears. “This is the account you opened when you proposed. The number was my birthday and lucky numbers. You said you’d keep it forever, that every time you spent money, it was saving happiness for me. Don’t you want me to be happy anymore?” My gaze calmly shifted to the man behind her. “Your happiness is here.”

Victoria paused, then slowly turned her head. Blake stood quietly not far away, extending his hand to her. “Honey, I’ve been waiting for you up here.” He pulled out his phone. “I messaged you hours ago to meet at the summit. I didn’t expect you to take so long to come up. I was worried something had happened to you.” Victoria stared at me blankly, my words echoing in her mind. So brief, yet so hurtful. Seeing Victoria didn’t move, Blake walked forward and took her hand, then whispered intimately in her ear. “Who’s this?” Compared to three years ago, I had a few more lines of hardship on my face, but my looks hadn’t really changed. Blake, however, deliberately pretended not to recognize me. Victoria stiffly introduced me. “This…this is Alex.” Blake gasped dramatically, covering his mouth. “My God, Alex. What happened to you? You look…weathered.” His disgusted gaze fell on my faded T-shirt. “Adidai? Alex, really. If you can’t afford the real thing, must you try quite so hard? Wearing such an obvious counterfeit…it’s just sad.” Then he realized he’d said the wrong thing and shrank back behind Victoria, looking scared. “I’m always blunt, I didn’t mean any harm. Please don’t hit me again. Victoria spent millions getting me a cochlear implant.” Blake’s eyes were full of provocation, but I didn’t react at all. Victoria had always considered Blake’s bluntness a virtue, but now it sounded grating. “Blake, enough.” Blake rolled his eyes at me impatiently, then whined to Victoria. “Okay, my dearest wife, it’s my fault, I spoke without thinking. But Alex really has changed so much from three years ago. I was just too shocked.” Blake pulled a premium black card from his pocket. “I just heard Victoria wants to help you, but your bank account must have been frozen three years ago, right? This card has five million in it. It should be enough for you to live comfortably for the rest of your life.” I reached out to push the card back, but Blake sneered, then let go. The bank card slapped against the muddy ground. Blake looked at me apologetically. “Oops, my hand slipped.” “I remember you used to be a germaphobe. But I guess after selling BBQ for so long, you wouldn’t have that anymore, huh?” “I heard street food from stalls is often unsanitary and disgusting. You don’t mind selling this stuff for money, and you’re quite hardy.” The customers nearby, holding their skewers, all looked disgusted, questioning their food. My gaze instantly hardened, fixed on him. Victoria thought I was about to hit Blake, and she nervously shielded him. I picked up the mud-stained bank card and tossed it into Blake’s chest. “Every ingredient here passes inspection,” I said, my voice calm and firm. “If you have proof of wrongdoing, feel free to report it.” My response seemed to tip the scales. Customers stepped forward to defend me. “The lamb and beef skewers here are freshly cut and skewered by the owner early in the morning. We all saw it!” “He even livestreams the whole process-from buying the meat at the market to marinating it. Everything’s clean. There’s nothing unsanitary about this place!” Blake tried to say something else, but Victoria, her face hardened, pulled him back. “Blake, that’s enough.” Blake reluctantly shut his mouth, not daring to say more. Victoria looked at my eyes, devoid of any warmth, and her fingers slowly tightened. “I apologize for disturbing you today. It won’t happen again.” “You…you’ve changed so much.”

Three years ago, Victoria promised that after the product launch, she’d announce our marriage to the media. But when I changed into my clothes, I saw Victoria walk onto the stage with Blake. She not only praised him as a tech genius but also blushed and looked down when reporters asked about her love life, letting the public assume they were a couple. I wanted to suppress my anger and confront her after the press conference. But then an intimate photo of Victoria suddenly appeared on my phone. The man in it was Blake, on stage, smirking at me, as if I was already a defeated man. Back then, I was young, hot-headed, and couldn’t stand any disrespect. I stormed onto the stage and landed punch after punch on Blake’s face, beating him senseless. Victoria also recalled the scene, giving me a bitter, slightly fearful smile. “If you had been as calm then as you are now, maybe we wouldn’t have ended up this way.” As soon as she said that, Blake’s face instantly went pale. I remained silent, not responding, inwardly calculating how much time I had left. Her eyes, complex, lingered on me, then she finally sighed. “Blake’s behavior just now was inappropriate. I apologize for him.” She took the card from Blake’s hand, carefully wiped it clean, then handed it to me. “Please take it. If you don’t, I’ll feel terrible.” Blake’s eyes were red with anger, but he still pretended to be magnanimous. My gaze was calm as I looked at Victoria, then I stepped back, creating distance between us. “Since your husband is here, I won’t bother you two anymore.” “I don’t need this money.” Saying that, I pulled out a few bills from the money Victoria had just given me. “I originally planned to be your guide for two hours. It’s half an hour short, so I’m returning a quarter of the money.” I pressed the money into Victoria’s hand and turned to leave. “Alex!” She yelled at me. “Can’t you just give in a little!” “Three years ago, just because Blake went on stage before you to introduce himself, you beat him deaf and refused to apologize.” “And now, because of your pride, you’re refusing my help.” “Don’t you know you’re only hurting yourself?” “Didn’t you say you wanted to build a career, to make something of yourself? Look at you now…Your mom’s dying wish was to see you settled down with a family, have you forgotten?” Seeing the shift in my expression, Seeing the shift in my expression, Victoria pressed on. “Take this. Live a decent life. Find a wife, have a child. Consider it…my compensation.” Just as she was about to press the card into my hand, a little girl rushed into my arms. “Daddy, why aren’t you home yet? Mommy and I were so worried about you.” I broke into a wide smile, hugging my daughter and kissing her. “I’ll take you home right now.” Victoria’s expression instantly froze, and her voice trembled. “This…is this your daughter?”

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I was harassed by a stranger on the subway, almost assaulted, when he showed up. He was the guy I’d been crushing on for over two years— my best friend’s cousin. With this kind of proximity, I had the advantage, so I made my move, seducing him in every way until I finally got him into bed. “Whew… just made it!” I squeezed onto the crowded subway, panting as I sat down and reached for my phone to text my bestie. But as I glanced down, I realized something was seriously wrong. My full, pale cleavage had two obvious points sticking out! To look good for reuniting with my long-lost best friend, I’d dressed up carefully today. Wanting cute photos, I wore a low-cut halter top with nipple pasties underneath, but now somehow… The train jolted, and without any real support, they started bouncing. That’s when a sketchy guy in a face mask shuffled over from the other side and sat next to me. I quickly hunched over, trying to hide it, terrified he’d notice. But the next second, a big hand landed on my back. Then it slid down, squeezing my waist—not too hard, not too soft. “Ah…” I couldn’t hold back a soft moan. Realizing what happened, I clapped a hand over my mouth. But the guy grabbed my wrist with his rough hand and pulled it toward him. My hand was forced onto his belt buckle. “You…” I started to yell, but he covered my mouth and leaned in close to my ear, whispering slowly: “Go ahead and scream if you’re not afraid of embarrassing yourself. Better yet, let the whole train know you’re going out braless.” “You don’t want this getting filmed and posted online, do you?” He had a point. The train wasn’t empty—if things escalated and it went viral, my life would be ruined. But this was public transportation; even if he had bad intentions, he couldn’t do much. Seeing me quiet down, the creep smirked triumphantly, let go, and pulled down his mask, revealing yellowed teeth. I gagged in disgust, but that seemed to piss him off. One hand clamped the back of my neck while the other unzipped his pants! My head couldn’t resist the pressure; I was forced to bend down, inching closer to his foul-smelling crotch. That’s when it hit me—I’d been wrong from the start. Endless tolerance only gets you hurt! Better to be embarrassed than assaulted by a stranger! “Help! Help!” I screamed. As I struggled desperately, the hand on my neck suddenly went limp. Then I was yanked into a warm embrace. “Get lost now, or I’m calling the cops.” A deep, attractive male voice sounded in my ear. The pervert was all bark and no bite; hearing that, he zipped up frantically and bolted off at the next stop. “You okay?” The guy’s tone was incredibly gentle. I slowly looked up at him. The moment I saw his face, I froze. I knew him—not just knew him, he was the senior I’d crushed on for over two years in college—Michael Gao! “I-I’m fine, thank you.” I looked down, mortified, wishing the floor would swallow me. Then I felt warmth on my shoulders. He took off his jacket and draped it over me. He glanced at me thoughtfully, then held out his phone. On the screen was a photo—a selfie of me and my best friend. “Sarah Jenkins is my cousin. She mentioned her bestie was coming today—it must be you.” “I’ve been staying at her place these days. Come. Come on, let’s head back together.” The guy I’d crushed on was my best friend’s cousin! Yeah, I’d told Sarah about my crush, but never showed her his photo and always just called him “senior.” If I’d known this connection, I’d have made a move ages ago! But… it probably wasn’t too late now. I gave him a shy glance and nodded.

Besties reuniting means drinks all around. Michael drank plenty too. By the end, Sarah passed out face-down on the table. But I wasn’t drunk. I knew some things you can only pull off pretending to be wasted. So I pressed a palm to my forehead. Acted dizzy. Slumped straight into his lap. My head rested against his thigh. Warm. Firm. “You’ve had too much.” Alcohol gave me courage. I reached up. Touched his face. “You’re so handsome, Michael.” Fingers slid slow down his cheek. Over stubble. Down his throat. Felt his Adam’s apple bob. Lower still. Along collarbone. Over the hard planes of his chest. When I reached his abs, his large hand clamped mine fast. “You’re drunk.” Voice low. Rough. Sexy as sin. “Let me take you to your room.” “Okay… to the room.” I pouted. “But I can’t walk. Carry me.” He didn’t hesitate. Arms slid under me. Lifted me effortless. “Good. I’ll carry you.” Michael stared down. Desire burned open in his eyes. Dark. Hungry. My heart raced. Thought I’d won. But then his gaze cleared. Control snapped back. He carried me inside. Laid me gentle on the bed. Knelt. Slipped off my shoes one by one. Tucked the blanket over me. Stood to leave. I kicked the covers off. Whined soft. “Michael… don’t go. I’m so hot…” “These clothes… too tight. Hard to take off…” “Michael… Michael…” I sat up swaying. Grabbed his hand. Yanked hard. He wasn’t ready. Stumbled forward. Fell over me. His full weight pinned me a second. Then he caught himself on one arm. But his free hand landed perfect—right on my soft chest. Palm pressed warm through thin fabric. Nipple hardened instant under the pressure. Electricity shot everywhere. Tingles. Heat. Wet rush between my thighs. Breath caught. Body arched up into his touch without thinking. He froze. Eyes locked on mine. Pupils blown wide. I couldn’t stop now. Too far gone. My smaller hand covered his big one. Guided it. Pressed firmer. Made him squeeze. Soft flesh filled his palm. I moaned quiet. “Michael…” Voice breathy. “Does that feel good?” “Mmm, ye—” Before he finished, he pinched himself hard and jumped off me. “Sorry, I drank too much. Rest well—I’m going.” He fled the room like he was escaping. I sighed and flopped back. Was I really not attractive to him at all? Or did he prefer sweet and innocent types, not aggressive ones? If so, tomorrow morning I’d apologize! No, that would be too obvious. I’d pretend I blacked out from drinking—remember nothing. Then build a pure, sweet-girl image and slowly break down his defenses until he fell for me! Lost in thought, I heard strange noises. Listening closely, they were coming from next door—Michael’s room! I tiptoed to his door; it was ajar, a small crack open. Peeking in, my eyes widened. Michael was shirtless, leaning against the headboard, lower half covered by a gray blanket, his hand moving rhythmically under it. Guys need release sometimes—understandable. But what shocked me: as his movements lifted the blanket edge, I saw he was holding something purple. That purple was my lace thong with ties—I’d just washed it and hung it on the balcony tonight! Smiling, I gently pushed the door open.

The door slid open silently. Michael had his head thrown back in pleasure, oblivious to me entering. Seeing him like that made me itch with desire—this man was irresistible no matter what. I crept slowly toward the bed. Just as I reached the edge, he sensed something and snapped his eyes open. The second he saw me, panic hit. Michael’s face flushed; he clutched the sheet tight around his waist. He tried to stand, but the blanket was too small—if he did, his back would be fully exposed. So he stayed seated, eyes darting away, refusing to look at me. Like a kid caught misbehaving. I bent down and picked up the thong he’d dropped in his panic. “Oh! Michael, this… isn’t this mine…” I pretended to be shy, coquettishly tossing it into his lap. “You’re so bad! Stealing my panties to do naughty things! I hate you…” “Sorry, I… I…” To my surprise, Michael just apologized—no excuses. No wonder I picked him—he was a good guy! I sat on the bed and pressed a finger to his lips. “Michael, I’m not mad. I just… don’t understand.” “Understand what?” he asked. I stared intensely and leaned closer: “I just don’t get it—I’m right here. Why use my panties when you could have me?” “And if you’re using those, you need the set—can’t do without the bra, right?” As I spoke, I reached back, unclasped my bra, and slid it off my arms. Then, teasingly pinching the strap, I dangled it in front of him. If he was holding back before, he completely lost it now. His eyes burned with raw desire, ready to consume me. He flipped me onto the bed. Roughly snatching the bra, he pinned both my wrists above my head with one hand. “Michael, what are you doing?” I asked innocently. He smirked, leaning close to my ear: “You.” Then he bit my earlobe.

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Accidentally Stumbling into the Cow Herd Group, My gentle and virtuous sister-in-law is actually the top S-grade cow in there! Her job is surprisingly so thrilling! And my brother has no idea, even urging her to keep taking those supplements. Seeing her milk cravings gradually intensify, I could no longer hold back… I was playing with my newborn nephew, when a friend sent me a sleazy emoji, asking if I wanted some milk. I thought maybe my buddy Zach had a good source, perfect for buying some for my nephew, so I said sure, send the link. No link came, but an invite to join a group did. A QR code for a group called “Milk Cow Herd.” I couldn’t help but wonder, is it fresh-squeezed? Out of curiosity, I joined the chat. While waiting, I asked my friend what kind of milk it was and how the quality was. “I’m buying it for my little nephew, quality has to be top-notch!” Unexpectedly, Zach burst out laughing: “No way, no way, you really can’t tell what kind of milk this is?!” I frowned: “Stop teasing, just tell me!” Zach chuckled and dodged: “You’ll know once you join the group in a bit. Don’t blame me for not warning you—better find a private spot.” Knowing Zach’s personality, I figured it wasn’t that simple. Sure enough, after joining, it blew my mind. I went back to my room, locked the door, and as soon as I entered, a few messages popped up. “A-grade milk is pretty good, fragrant and thick.” “You’re new, right? I suggest trying S-grade—that taste is extra smooth, but S-grade is the most expensive.” “How expensive?” “One cup ten grand, direct five grand? Wait, no—$1,000 a cup, direct $5,000.” “Holy crap, but if it’s as good as you say, it’s worth it.” What the hell, milk at $1,000 a cup? The most expensive formula I’ve seen is like $100 a can. $1,000 a cup—this is sky-high! Scammers! Just as I was about to leave the group and report it, a chat log was sent. The group owner @ me: “Welcome new friend, check the chat history above for cow photos and prices. Like one, DM me.” I excitedly clicked in, wanting to see what milk was worth more than gold. What caught my eye was a photo of massive breasts! Snow-white peaks with a pink pearl right in the middle, a milky white droplet oozing from the tip of the pink pearl, making your mouth water. I sharp-eyed spotted a small star-shaped tattoo in the cleavage. This woman is so wild! Tattooing right in the middle of her chest. Below the photo: “S-grade, $1,000 a cup, direct $5,000.” Scrolling down, photos labeled A, B, C, D, all kinds. They were all stunning, but none compared to the first S-grade I saw. The round, full, perky curve really made you want to grab and knead hard. Looking at these photos had my face flushing, heart pounding, swallowing saliva repeatedly. I quickly called Zach; he seemed to be waiting, picked up in a second. “What the hell are you playing at?” My voice was trembling, body getting hotter, my lower half tightening as expected. Zach let out a wicked laugh: “Hahaha, how’s that? From your voice, I know you’re satisfied.” I was about to curse him out for this messed-up stuff—getting caught would be fun in jail. Then a door-opening sound came from outside, my heart jumped to my throat, I hung up immediately. I suddenly remembered—I came home specifically to see my newborn nephew, hadn’t told my brother yet. Hope they didn’t hear? In that moment, a sucking sound came from outside, seemed like in the living room. I held my breath, cracked the door to peek.

From the crack in my door, I saw a woman on the sofa across the hall. Her body curved in a perfect S shape. She cradled my newborn nephew in her arms. His tiny mouth latched onto her pink nipple. He sucked steadily. Each pull made her full, pale breast lift and fall in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. My gaze drifted lower without permission. Lingering on the soft swell. The way her skin flushed warm under his feeding. Then recognition hit. This was my sister-in-law. Heat flooded my face. I jerked back from the door. But my ears still burned. Pulse loud in my head. Something tugged at memory. I leaned forward again. Peeked carefully. My eyes fixed on her cleavage. There it was. A small star-shaped tattoo nestled right in the center. My stomach dropped. It matched the tattoo on the S-grade cow from the group photos. Exact spot. Same delicate lines. The curve of her breasts rose identical to those pictures. Full. Firm. Perky in the same impossible way. Skin so smooth it begged to be touched. Nipple still glistening from my nephew’s mouth. A sharp ache twisted low in my gut. Desire mixed with shock. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Every gentle bounce as she shifted sent a jolt through me. While I stood frozen, my phone rang loudly. The sound shattered the quiet. My heart slammed against my ribs.It was that idiot Zach! I panicked trying to silence it, then my sister-in-law’s voice rang out. “Who is it?” I turned off the phone, cleared my throat, and shouted out. “It’s me.” “ Ethan? You came back without saying anything.” I awkwardly replied: “Too tired, came to see the little guy and fell asleep.” Opening the door, my sister-in-law had already dressed, though a few drops of liquid still lingered on her jeans, unwiped. She’d put my nephew back in his room, asked what I wanted to eat—she’d cook. She wore tight jeans outlining perfect curves, a white blouse stretched to the limit by two massive melons, like they’d burst any second. Thinking she’s the top S-grade in the cow group, I choked. Emily was my brother’s second wife, kind, gentle, virtuous—no flaws. But if she’s doing that behind his back, I’ll find evidence and make her divorce my brother! All sorts of thoughts jumbled my mind. “There is no need, I’ll go back to sleep.” She nodded without saying more. I went to my room, opened my phone—Zach had sent several voice messages. Clicked the first: Zach still laughing. “Hey hey, you shy or what? Hahaha, didn’t think you’d be so innocent.” “I warn you, don’t report it! Heard someone did before—useless, and got a leg broken.” “Anyway, I haven’t tried yet.” He muttered low. Then Zach explained: $1,000 for fresh-squeezed to drink, $5,000 definitely direct from the source. Finally, seeing no reply, teased: “Where’d you go? Couldn’t handle it and went to jerk off?” I twitched, cursed: “You jerk off!” Ignored him after, reopened the group, found that photo again. The round curve, pink tips—identical to my sister-in-law’s. To confirm if S-grade was her, I messaged Zach to book S-grade, record the squeezing process. Then gritted teeth, transferred $1,000. Free milk—Zach happily agreed! Soon Zach said booked, time tomorrow 3 PM. Evening, my brother came home. I looked gloomy, not knowing how to speak. “Darling, remember to take the supplements I bought.” My brother set the fancy bottle on the table, eyes soft on Emily. I couldn’t help the quiet task. “She probably doesn’t need more, right?” Those breasts of hers were already massive, heavy and round, straining every button on her blouse. They looked bigger than my nephew’s head. Any more growth and the fabric wouldn’t stand a chance. Truth was, my brother looked worn out. Thinner since last time. Cheeks hollow. He was the one who needed boosting. He waved me off. “You wouldn’t understand.” I let it drop. Later that night, fresh from the shower, I collapsed on the bed. Phone lit up. Video from Zach. S-grade teaser, he wrote. I hit play. Pink sheer lingerie clung to her body. Thin fabric hid nothing. Full breasts swayed with every slow twist of her hips. Nipples dark against the pale material. Hard. Begging attention. She moved closer to the camera. Breath hitching audible. One hand slid up. Fingers hooked the strap. Pulled it down. A perfect breast spilled free. Heavy. Glistening at the tip with a bead of milk. She cupped it from below. Lifted. Squeezed gently. The pearl-hard nipple pointed straight at me. Another drop formed. Swelled. Fell. Her soft moan filled my ears. She pushed the breast toward the lens. Closer. Closer. Until the screen was nothing but soft, wet skin. Video cut to black. Heat slammed through me. Cock throbbed hard against my thigh. I pictured Emily in that lingerie. Those same full tits in my hands. Milk warm on my tongue. Imagined pinning her down. Sucking until she gasped my name. Tomorrow Zach would taste her for a thousand bucks. Direct from the source. Jealousy burned hot. Mixed with raw want. My hand moved down without thinking. Gripped tight. One stroke and I knew a cold shower wouldn’t be enough tonight. I needed her. Soon.

Next day, 2 PM. I reminded Zach to record—for evidence to show brother. But this guy no reply till 2:30. Seeing sister-in-law already out, I was antsy like on hot coals. Damn! Unreliable at crucial moment! Called Zach frantically, finally connected at 2:45. Zach weakly said he couldn’t go—got hit by a car just leaving. “What the hell, such coincidence??” Clenched fist—only me then. “Alright bro, rest; I’ll visit after.” “Wait—” Hung up, vaguely heard two words before disconnect. But anxious to reach by 3, ignored. Arrived exactly 3:01 at the door. Rushed, just threw on mask and sunglasses. Hope not recognized. Nervous, rubbing hands, rang doorbell. After a while, door opened. It was sister-in-law Emily. I lowered eyes disappointed. My brother treats her well, buys expensive supplements without question. Plus, he’s a factory owner, good salary. If in trouble, tell him—why do this? But in a flash, hid emotions, stared straight at Emily. She wore last night’s pink sheer, with her gentle calm face—made you want to hurt her bad. Wearing so little—not afraid clients go further while drinking?? “Mr. Zach, not coming in?” Sister-in-law unconsciously rubbed shoulders, her two melons squeezed together by arms. Her scent filled my nose. Entered, Emily pulled a black blindfold from bag, covered eyes. Sat on bed, lifted one side, exposed full melon. “Mr. Zach, I know you don’t want face seen—I blindfolded, come quick!” “Huh?” Her actions stunned me. Isn’t $1,000 just one cup? Her pose—like ready for direct mouth. She hesitated: “Mr. Zach, your $5,000 allows direct…” Suddenly, she smirked, grabbed me to bed, flipped and straddled. “Zach, don’t be shy.” “Once, there’ll be twice.” “I’m amazing.” She cooed, leaned down. Before I spoke, mouth blocked. Felt soft skin spreading over body, instinctively gripped her slim waist, making Emily moan. The big thing in mouth kept pushing in.

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My husband brought his mistress home for the night. Finding our son an inconvenience, he locked him inside an airtight closet. Twelve hours later, the child’s fingernails were torn, bones exposed, and he died alone in the dark. When I called his father to come back and identify the body, he laughed on the phone and said, “You’ll really make up any lie, won’t you?” I was on a business trip overseas when I got a call from Amanda, our housekeeper. She told me something had happened to my son and urged me to come home immediately. I booked the nearest flight, rushing frantically to the hospital. All I saw was the red light glowing above the operating room door. Soon, the light went out, and the doctor emerged, his voice heavy with sorrow as he looked at us. “Please accept our deepest condolences. We did everything we could.” I felt utterly frozen, my fingertips numb, a sudden acid reflux rising in my stomach, and my heart felt like it was clutched by a giant hand. I fought to stay conscious, my fingernails digging deep into my palms. Mr. and Mrs. Carter, Ethan’s parents, who had rushed back from out of town, saw the scene. They were furious, demanding to know from Amanda what had happened. Amanda, seeing my pale face, quickly stepped forward to support me, then began to explain to Mr. and Mrs. Carter. “Mr. Carter brought Ms. Miller home to stay. Little Liam accidentally snagged her stockings while playing with his toy plane, so Mr. Carter locked Liam in the closet.” My mind went blank with a loud buzz, and my legs gave out, sending me to my knees. Our house had a custom-built, solid wood closet. It was heavy and airtight. According to Amanda, Liam had been locked inside for at least a dozen hours. “That animal! Chloe, call him! Tell him to get back here!” I fumbled for my phone, my trembling fingers hitting the wrong buttons several times. When the call connected, Ethan’s impatient voice answered. “Why are you calling? Are you looking for another fight?” My voice was hollow. “Our son… he’s dead.” Ethan on the other end scoffed. “You’ll really say any lie to stop me from being with Madison, won’t you?” Before I could speak, I heard Madison Miller’s voice in the background. “Ethan, did you book the hotel?” I heard Ethan’s doting voice. “All set. This time, no one unimportant will ruin our trip.” Madison whined playfully. “Last time, your family kept calling and bothering us. That won’t happen again, right?” “Don’t worry, I’ll block her number soon.” Madison’s tinkling laugh carried through the phone, her voice syrupy sweet. “My stockings got ruined yesterday. You’ll have to make it up to me today, big time.”

Beside me, Mrs. Carter’s lips trembled with rage. She snatched the phone from my hand. “Do you even know what happened to your son?! You’re still out there with that hussy!” Ethan’s voice was cold, filled with impatience. “So he was locked up for a bit. What’s the big deal? If Chloe hadn’t corrupted our son, making him intentionally target Madison, why would I have punished him?” “Mom, can you stop being so ridiculous? I married her back just as you wanted. What more do you want?” Mr. Carter’s face turned crimson with anger. He roared, “You get back here right now!” But from the other end, I heard Madison’s tearful voice. “Ethan, is it your family causing trouble again?” Ethan sighed impatiently. “Dad, Mom, please stop this nonsense. Madison and I will be back after our trip.” The call disconnected. I felt completely hollowed out, staring despairingly at Mr. and Mrs. Carter. “Liam is gone. I have nothing left. Let me go.” Just then, the police arrived, having received a call. They took us to the station. Soon, the autopsy results came out. “The deceased’s cause of death was asphyxiation in a confined space. His fingernails were torn off, flesh ripped, and bones exposed. This indicates extreme struggle and attempts to break free before death.” “We’ve taken the house’s housekeeper in for questioning. Now, please tell us what you know.” After ensuring we weren’t deliberately abusing the child, the police’s attitude softened considerably. Amanda, who had been summoned, was in tears. “Mr. Carter was the one who locked the child in the closet. And to prevent us from letting the child out, he sent all of us away.” “I was worried about Liam, so after Mr. Carter left, I immediately rushed back to let him out.” “When I opened the closet, there was blood everywhere, and the child’s face was blue.” I couldn’t imagine what Liam had endured in that closet. He must have been so scared and in so much pain. He must have been screaming for his mom to save him in his last moments.

For a moment, the world spun around me, my head buzzing, and my body felt like dead weight, collapsing onto the police station chair. Mrs. Carter, seeing my state, couldn’t bear it and pulled me into her embrace. Finally, Mr. Carter spoke. “Chloe, it’s our fault. Our family failed to raise Ethan properly.” I covered my face with my hands, large tears rolling down my cheeks, and I sobbed, gut-wrenching cries tearing from my throat. Fifteen years ago, my parents died, leaving behind a vast inheritance. My relatives swarmed me, like vultures circling prey. At that time, Ethan and I were practically childhood sweethearts. Mr. and Mrs. Carter stepped in, helping me secure my parents’ legacy. The day Mr. and Mrs. Carter brought me home, Ethan held my hand, his eyes filled with love and a firm determination to protect me. He had promised then that he would be good to me forever, that he would always protect me. But after our son was born, he grew increasingly distant and busy. Until I saw him, the man who claimed to be in a meeting, with his arm around Madison Miller, splurging cash at the mall. I screamed, demanding to know why he was doing this to me, but he just shoved me away in disgust, looking down on me with contempt. “Enough. Look at yourself. You don’t hold a candle to Madison.” In that moment, I suddenly understood that all the love we once shared had vanished like smoke. Yet, a sliver of hope lingered in my heart. I quietly stayed home, caring for our child, managing Ethan’s life, hoping that one day he would change his mind. But this time, for Madison Miller, he actually laid hands on his own child. Mr. Carter lowered his head, his face etched with sorrow, his voice choked. “Our child was killed by him. How could our family produce such an animal?” “Tomorrow, after Liam’s cremation, if you wish to leave, take his ashes with you. Our family has wronged you greatly.” I struggled to my feet, bowing deeply to Mr. and Mrs. Carter. “Thank you for your help all those years ago. I’m taking Liam and leaving this place. I won’t be coming back. Please take good care of yourselves.”

Back home, Ethan’s call came in. “Chloe Hayes, how long are you going to keep up this act? Tell Dad to unblock my cards!” Ethan heard my silence and roared impatiently. “Have you had enough yet?! If you keep this up, we’re getting a divorce. Madison already has my child anyway. You can just take that dead weight of yours and get out of the Carter family!” My voice was calm, numb. “The child is dead.” He scoffed dismissively. “Are you going to claim I killed him, too?” “You’ll really say anything to break up Madison and me.” He hung up, the phone beeping. At the same time, Mr. Bennett, the lawyer Mr. Carter sent, handed me the divorce papers. I signed my name without the slightest hesitation, my mind replaying Liam’s voice. It was Father’s Day. Liam had clumsily made Ethan a handmade card, but Ethan never came home. To this day, I still remember Liam’s disappointed eyes. “Mommy, does Daddy not like me?” “Why does Daddy never play with me or hug me? All the kids in my class get hugs from their Daddies.” I was physically and mentally exhausted. I curled up on Liam’s small bed, the one he slept in before, and fell asleep. The next day, Liam’s body was sent for cremation. As the incinerator hummed, I felt my own heart being burned into a handful of ashes. The staff handed me a delicate ceramic urn. The child who had just recently called me “Mommy” in his sweet, baby voice was now nothing but a cold urn. Mr. and Mrs. Carter wiped their tears, looking as if they had aged ten years overnight. They gently caressed the urn. “After you bury Liam, could you please tell us the address? He is our grandson, after all.” I nodded, my voice choked with emotion. “I only have one request: don’t tell Ethan where Liam is buried.”

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After the divorce, he barged into my home with a knife in his hand. He said, “You think getting divorced means you can get rid of me?” “I’m telling you right now—you’ll never escape me for the rest of your life.” In that moment, I finally realized— he had never seen me as a person. I was nothing more than something he had lost control of and was determined to take back. What he didn’t know was this: it was nothing but a trap I had set, meant to get rid of him once and for all. 0 Lucas and I had fallen in love naturally. We worked for the same company but in different departments. One day, we met while collaborating on the same project. That was when Lucas fell for me, head over heels. He went out of his way to win my affection. At 28, I wasn’t getting any younger, and my parents were pressing me to settle down. They even threatened to set me up with someone if I didn’t bring home a boyfriend for the holidays. Lucas, tall and broad-shouldered with a bright, charming demeanor, had exactly the look that melted my heart. It didn’t take long for me to agree to date him. We dated for two years, meeting each other’s families during that time. Eventually, under pressure from both sides, we tied the knot. This year marked our first New Year’s as a married couple. As a daughter living away from home, I couldn’t help but yearn to spend the holidays with my parents. So I suggested to Lucas that we visit his family first, then head to my parents’ place in Oakridge on December 31. Initially, Lucas wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but my persistent coaxing won him over. To sweeten the deal, I bought him the gaming console he’d been eyeing for months but had been too frugal to buy. Once he had that console, a grin never left his face. With the plans finalized, I threw myself into getting everything ready for the trip. Finally, on December 24, we packed up the car and drove to Dry Creek, KY, where Lucas’s family lived. His parents and sisters were delighted to see us, especially since I had thoughtfully prepared expensive gifts for everyone. The first few days at their house were pleasant. Then came December 31. I didn’t want to risk getting stuck in a traffic jam, so on December 30, I loaded everything we’d need for my parents’ house into the car. That night, I encouraged Lucas to get a good night’s rest so we could hit the road early. The thought of reuniting with my family after six months filled me with so much joy that I couldn’t sleep. The alarm rang early, and I sprang out of bed. Lucas was still asleep, so I gently woke him up. “Babe, I’m going to wash up. You should get up too, freshen up, and we’ll grab a quick bite before heading out.” I was too excited to notice the odd expression flickering across his face. After washing up and getting dressed, I waited for a long while, but Lucas didn’t come out. By the time I checked the clock, it was already 9:30 a.m. Worried about holiday traffic, I went back to the bedroom to wake him. When I opened the door, I found Lucas burrowed under the covers, snoring so loudly it could shake the walls. Peeling back the blanket, I saw the dark circles under his eyes and remembered how hard he’d worked preparing for the holidays. Feeling a twinge of guilt, I decided we could leave after lunch. Quietly, I tucked him back in and left the room. In the yard, I called my parents to let them know we’d be late and went to the kitchen to prepare lunch. 0

After lunch, I began urging Lucas to start driving me back to my parents’ place. “Everything’s packed. You just need to drive,” I said, grabbing his arm and leading him toward the car. “It’s a long trip, but you can drive the first leg. When we get to a rest area, we’ll swap, and I’ll take over. That way, we won’t get too tired, and we might even make it in time for dinner!” I was so caught up in my excitement that I didn’t notice the growing irritation on Lucas’s face. As we approached the yard gate, he suddenly pulled his arm away and bellowed, “I’m not going!” The force of his words stunned me. I froze for a moment, staring at him in disbelief. “What did you say?” I stammered. His face was etched with frustration. Without sparing me a glance, he repeated, “I said, I’m not going,” and turned to walk back into the house. I hurried after him, grabbing his arm again. “Lucas Mills! What do you mean, you’re not going? You promised we’d spend New Year’s at my parents’ house! What’s this all about?” He yanked his arm free and snapped, “I said I’m not going because I don’t feel like it. Can’t you understand that?” He stormed off, leaving me standing there, stunned by his blunt dismissal. As I watched him walk away, realization hit me like a ton of bricks. The promise to spend New Year’s Eve with my family had been a lie. He had lured me to Dry Creek, far from my parents in Oakridge, knowing I’d be trapped. Without the car keys, and with the holiday rush making it impossible to buy a bus ticket, I had no way of leaving. It was all a calculated move to ensure that I had no choice but to stay here for New Year’s. Fury welled up inside me. I charged toward him and kicked him hard in the leg. “Lucas Mills! You planned this, didn’t you? You never intended to visit my parents, did you? You lied to me!” Lucas winced but quickly switched tactics, his tone softening as he tried to pacify me. “Maya, think about it. You’re my wife now. You do as I say. We’re staying here.” I let out a bitter laugh. “That’s not how my family works! My parents, my brother, and my sister all want me to come home. Just because your family doesn’t want their daughters back doesn’t mean mine feels the same way!” Seeing that I wasn’t backing down, Lucas tried again, his voice turning cold. “Maya, if you leave, what will people here think? What will they say about me? About my parents? Can’t you just give me this one year? Stay here, for my sake.” “Your sake?” I snapped, glaring at him. “Your reputation? That’s what this is about? You agreed to go, and now you’re backing out. You’re disgusting!” Lucas’s expression darkened, but he admitted, “If I hadn’t agreed, you would’ve argued endlessly. So yeah, I said yes to keep you quiet.” I stared at him, dumbfounded. “Are you seriously trying to pin this on me?!” I demanded. To my shock, he nodded. “Well, yeah. Who else am I supposed to blame, Maya?” A laugh bubbled out of me, bitter and furious. “Lucas Mills, you have the nerve to blame me for your lies? You’re unbelievable!” Before I could say more, a commotion drew my attention. Lucas’s parents, Patricia and Robert, along with his sisters, Chloe and Hailey, poured out of the house. Their expressions ranged from smug satisfaction to thinly veiled disdain. Clearly, they’d overheard the argument. Lucas’s ego couldn’t take the hit. His face twisted in anger, and before I could react, he slapped me across the face. The force of the blow left me reeling, tears springing to my eyes. “You coward!” I yelled, clutching my stinging cheek. Furious, I raised my hand to strike back, but he grabbed my wrist and twisted it sharply. Pain shot through my arm. Before I could cry out, a heavy blow landed on my head. The world spun, and my vision blurred. The fireplace poker he’d swung at me clattered to the ground as I crumpled. The moment I hit the dirt, his kicks and punches started raining down. “You don’t listen!” he shouted. “You had to keep pushing me!” “You’re desperate to go back to Oakridge? Why? Got a lover waiting for you?” “You’re nothing but trouble!” I curled into a ball, shielding my head with my hands, trying to endure the relentless assault. Amid the chaos, I heard his family’s voices, loud and gleeful. “Teach her a lesson, Lucas! She needs to learn to obey!” Patricia crowed. “Don’t hit her too hard, son. You don’t want her too bruised for tonight,” Robert added, laughing cruelly. “She needs this,” Chloe chimed in. “Who does she think she is, trying to go back to her parents’ house?” “Hit her harder, Lucas!” Hailey yelled. “If she’s still moving, you’re not doing it right!” Their taunts echoed around me as I lay there, battered and broken. It was in that moment I realized the full extent of the nightmare I’d walked into. This family wasn’t just cruel—they were monsters. I tried to push myself up, to fight back, but the dizziness overwhelmed me. The first blow to my head must have caused a concussion. My vision swam, and darkness crept in. As my consciousness slipped away, I heard their laughter, loud and unrelenting, as they returned to the house. I was left alone in the yard, discarded like trash. 0

The winter wind bit into my skin like icy needles, making every part of me ache. The cold night air howled through the yard as I slowly opened my eyes. It was a moonless, star-filled night. I was still lying in the corner of the Mills’ yard, abandoned and forgotten. Inside the house, Lucas’s family was gathered, enjoying their New Year’s Eve dinner and watching the ball drop on TV. The pain radiating from my body brought me fully back to my senses. I tried to move, wincing as I propped myself up against the corner of the wall. The sting in my head and the bruises on my body were made worse by the bitter wind cutting through my clothes. I was cold to my core—inside and out. That’s when everything became clear. The Mills weren’t just cruel. They were monsters. They had stood by as Lucas beat me, egging him on, as if my suffering were a spectator sport. This was their way of showing me my place. In their eyes, now that I was married to Lucas, I belonged to him—and by extension, to them. If I dared to resist their rules, they’d punish me however they wanted. I wasn’t a wife to them. I was their servant, their obedient daughter-in-law, their personal ATM. I looked through the window at their cheerful gathering. Holding onto the wall for support, I moved as silently as possible. Fortunately, Lucas’s bedroom was far enough from the dining room that they couldn’t hear me. I crept into his room, my fingers trembling as I rummaged through his clothes. Finally, I felt the cold metal of the car keys in his pocket. With the keys secured, I grabbed my phone and purse. In the dark, I slipped back out of the bedroom and toward the main gate. Luckily, the gate wasn’t fully shut, just left slightly ajar. I nudged it open just enough to squeeze through, keeping as quiet as possible. Once outside, I ran. I ran as fast as my battered body would allow, heading for the community parking lot where all the neighbors parked their cars. The moonlight guided me, and the pain in my body spurred me on. When I finally reached the car, I climbed in and locked the doors. My hands shook as I inserted the key into the ignition. For the first time all night, I allowed myself a small sigh of relief. I pulled myself together and started driving, leaving Dry Creek and the Mills far behind. On the way, I called my parents. Through tears and sobs, I recounted everything that had happened. On the other end of the line, my dad’s furious voice shouted curses while my mom and siblings exclaimed in outrage. They told me to head straight for my house in Knoxville, where I’d be safe, and assured me they’d come the next day with the whole family to confront the Mills. By the time I reached my house, I was emotionally and physically drained. I barely managed to crawl into bed before sleep claimed me, the tension finally leaving my body. 0

I woke up to the smell of food—a warm, comforting scent that coaxed me from sleep. When I opened my eyes, my mom was sitting by my bedside, holding a bowl of my favorite chicken and rice soup. “Maya, you’re awake,” she said gently, setting the bowl on the nightstand and helping me sit up. Her eyes filled with worry as she brushed a hand over my forehead. “Eat a little, sweetie, and then get some more rest,” she said softly. I nodded, taking the bowl and sipping the soup. Its warmth spread through me, easing the chill in my soul. I had just finished eating when a loud shout echoed from the living room. “I’ll kill his sorry ass!” It was my dad. A loud slap of a hand hitting the table followed. I quickly got dressed and went downstairs with my mom. The living room was packed with family members, all of whom had rushed over after hearing what happened. My dad, his temper blazing as usual, had already been yelling for a solid ten minutes, supported by my uncles. When I entered the room, everyone turned to look at me, their faces filled with anger and concern. My uncles pulled out their phones, calling their kids and urging them to bring more people over for support. My sister and cousins hurried over to help me to the couch. As women, they understood my pain on a deeper level, and their expressions mirrored my own outrage and sorrow. Soon, the house was overflowing with family members, especially my brothers and male cousins, who came ready to back me up. Everyone turned to me, asking what I wanted to do next. “Maya, whatever you decide, we’re with you,” my cousin Ryan said firmly. “Yeah, Maya! This is outrageous! Who just beats someone like that?” another chimed in. The room buzzed with voices, all discussing how to handle the Mills and get justice for me. My parents were the most decisive of all. “Maya, you need to divorce that bastard,” my dad said firmly. “We’ll support you,” my mom added. “We’re not too old to work, and we’ve got good pensions. We can take care of you, no problem.” My siblings chimed in, agreeing wholeheartedly. “Maya, I’ll send you money every month if it comes to that,” Nathan promised. “Same here,” Chloe added. “Whatever you need, we’ll make it happen.” “Divorce him, Maya,” they said in unison. They handed me their credit cards without hesitation. “Here, use these. Buy whatever you need,” Chloe insisted. I leaned back on the couch, their unwavering support filling me with newfound resolve. “You don’t need to worry. I’m divorcing him, no question about it. And I’ll make sure to get every cent I deserve from that scumbag!” My determination reassured them, and they began making plans to confront Lucas’s family. Just as we were about to leave, my phone rang. It was Lucas. I smirked, put him on speaker, and answered. “What do you want, Lucas?” “Maya Reyes! Where the hell are you?!” he bellowed. “Where are my car keys? Where’s the car? Did you seriously steal my car? You’d better get your ass back here, or I’ll break your legs!” Everyone in the room fell silent, listening as he ranted. “It’s just New Year’s! You’re throwing a fit because I wouldn’t take you home? You know wives are supposed to stay with their husband’s family for the holidays!” “And don’t make a big deal about me hitting you. That’s just how things are! A wife needs to be taught a lesson now and then!” “You didn’t die, did you? Didn’t break any bones? So what’s the problem? You should be thanking me for teaching you a lesson!” “Get your ass back here and start cooking dinner. Everyone’s waiting for you!” Before he could hang up, my dad snatched the phone. “So hitting my daughter was for her own good, huh? Should I come over and ‘teach’ you a lesson by breaking a few bones?” “Why don’t you go clean a toilet with that dirty mouth of yours instead of talking about my daughter?” “Though I suppose it’s hard for you to tell the difference between your brain and your gut. They’re both full of crap!” Lucas was left stammering, completely out of comebacks. “D-Dad, it’s not like that… Maya must’ve exaggerated. You’re misunderstanding the situation…” Before he could continue, my mom grabbed the phone. “My daughter doesn’t lie, you spineless coward. You’d better prepare yourself!” She slammed the phone down and pulled us all toward the door.

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I decided to give up applying to the same university as Ethan and chose the school of my own dreams. My parents were surprised—I had finally come to my senses. Only I knew that in my previous life, I had chased him to the train station; my parents followed me and died in a car accident on the way home. I was forced into marriage, gave birth, dropped out of school, and spent twenty years carrying the entire family alone. In the end, my husband smashed my head with his own hands. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment of decision. This time, I will no longer be bound by the past, nor will I save his life. The day I changed my college application, my dad walked into the study, glanced at me, and nodded approvingly. “Good. With your Stanford acceptance, you should attend a top university! Stop chasing after that Carter boy. What’s so great about him anyway?” My mom, hearing this from the kitchen, rushed in and pulled my dad away, giving him a stern look. I watched my parents leave, smiling, but suddenly felt a lump in my throat. In my previous life, I had run out late at night to find Ethan at the train station. My parents, searching for me, were killed by a drunk truck driver. I never got to see them one last time. Fighting back tears, I moved the mouse and clicked the confirm button to change my college application without hesitation.

In my previous life, Ethan, my childhood sweetheart, suddenly announced he wanted to become a singer and pursue his dreams in New York. But before that, he had always said being with me and attending the same college was his dream. I had even wasted my Ivy League admission to apply to the same average state college as him. But two days before the acceptance letters arrived, he suddenly said he was going to New York to chase his dreams. His sick parents, Mr. and Mrs. Carter, came knocking on our door in the middle of the night, begging me to help find their son. In my previous life, I went. My parents, worried about me, followed and ended up in a car accident. Ethan was later found by me. When he heard his parents say that my parents’ deaths were his fault, they insisted he had to make it up to me. So they forced Ethan to get engaged to me, planning for us to marry right after college graduation. But I got pregnant in my sophomore year and had to take a break from school. We hastily got married, I went through pregnancy and childbirth, and took care of the baby. Two years flew by, and just as I was excitedly planning to return to school, his parents fell seriously ill and came to stay with us for treatment. Ethan said to me: “They’re my parents, they need help now. We’re family. It’s what you do.” As for himself, he always claimed work was too busy, that he needed to make money for “our future,” pushing the full burden of caring for his parents and our child onto me. At the time, to save Ethan’s face, I didn’t mention that his monthly salary of $3,500 wasn’t even enough to cover the children’s formula and normal household expenses. Later, I had to sell our old house to pay for his parents’ medical bills and raise our two children. But while I gave up my education and struggled to manage the whole family, he was out making a bunch of fair-weather friends with his meager $3,500 salary. What little money he had left, he spent on making music, claiming he was fulfilling his dream. Crushed by the pressure of family life and after several failed attempts at communication, we started having huge fights. Things got so bad that our marriage counselor even suggested a trial separation, and Ethan’s boss had warned him that his personal issues were affecting the team. He began calling me bitter and narrow-minded, saying if it wasn’t for me forcing him to come back, he would have already become a big star in New York. He even accused me of using my parents’ death to emotionally blackmail him into marrying me. I didn’t hold back either, calling him delusional, saying his terrible voice made his dream of becoming a singer nothing but a pipe dream! When he brought up my parents’ death, I went crazy, lunging at him to shut him up, only to be violently pushed away. After that, Ethan deliberately started staying away from home. His parents, unable to see their son, blamed everything on me, complaining that I was immature and petty, only knowing how to anger their son. They completely forgot how they had begged me to find their son in the first place. In this miserable life, I gritted my teeth and tightened my belt to do odd jobs and earn money to support the family. But the children I had worked so hard to raise were never close to me, instead being affectionate towards the irresponsible Ethan. I thought the children would understand when they grew up, but I waited for over twenty years, until they were married with families of their own. But they competed to have Ethan live with them, while remaining cold and distant towards me. “Mom, you controlled us too much in the past. We don’t want to hear your lectures anymore.” “Dad’s youthful dreams were stifled by you. Now that he’s older, we want to take him to New York to chase his dreams again.” “Grandpa and Grandma were right. You just want everyone to live according to your plans. You’re so selfish!” I never expected my children to say such things. Devastated, I returned home to find Ethan smugly packing his bags, gloating that he was about to leave me for a better life. After dedicating over twenty years to this family, all I was left with was a reputation for being selfish and controlling. Why did Ethan get to be so carefree? Never taking care of the family or responsibilities, yet ending up as the open-minded father in our children’s eyes? I rushed forward and pushed Ethan. He was stunned for a moment, then immediately grabbed a vase and smashed it towards me. “Damn you, you dare to lay hands on me? I’ll beat you to death…” So our deaths were actually the consequence of our mutual assault. As we both fell to the ground, I was still praying in my heart: if there’s a next life, please don’t let me meet Ethan again.

The day I was reborn happened to be the day I changed my college application. Seeing my parents still by my side, I was determined not to get involved with anything related to Ethan again. After the college entrance exam, parties came one after another. I had just finished a gathering with close classmates when I saw Ethan in the distance, laughing and chatting with his buddies. “I heard Ethan isn’t going to college. He’s going to New York to be a singer!” “Wow, isn’t that the trendy thing now, chasing dreams in the big city? If he becomes a big star, should we ask for some autographed photos now to keep as investments?” “Chloe, didn’t you grow up with Ethan? Did you know he was going to New York?” My friend nudged me, and my gaze happened to meet Ethan’s as he turned his head. With just that one look, I was certain that Ethan had also been reborn. “I don’t know. I have something to do. I’m leaving first.” I turned away without a second thought. If he wants to go to New York, let him go. What does his life have to do with me?

As the day of Ethan’s departure drew near, I whined to my parents about missing Grandma and wanting them to take me to see the new pony at her place. My parents always doted on me, so they packed up without hesitation and took me out. Just then, Mrs. Carter opened her door and was surprised to see us leaving. “Going out?” My dad nodded with a smile, “The kid misses her grandma, so we’re going for a few days.” Mrs. Carter smiled and nodded, watching us leave. I pretended to be nonchalant, but in reality, I was clenching my fists tightly in hatred, trying not to let my emotions show. It was laughable how in my previous life, I thought Mrs. Carter truly cared for me. It wasn’t until later that I realized her intentions were never pure from the beginning. She had long had her eye on our house, which was why she worked so hard to bring Ethan and me together after my parents passed away. Back then, having lost my parents, I was crying every day. The gentle and good-natured Mrs. Carter took care of me daily, making me let down all my defenses. Add to that my feelings for Ethan, and I naturally agreed. Little did I know that they had been planning this all along. I took a deep breath, hiding the slight trembling caused by my anger, and started chatting with my parents about Grandma’s new pony, while catching a glimpse of Ethan hurrying away out of the corner of my eye. Ethan must have realized that I had also been reborn, so he had to move up his plan to run away and chase his dreams. My parents and I had just arrived at Grandma’s house and were enjoying dinner when Mom received a call from Mrs. Carter. “Ethan is insisting on going to New York to be a singer. He’s not going to college anymore. Now he’s acting like it’s a matter of life and death, and his father and I can’t talk him out of it… Could you ask Chloe to come back and try to persuade him? After all, the two kids are close, and Ethan listens to Chloe!” The script was almost identical to my previous life. Mom looked at me, a bit troubled. After all, it wasn’t easy to go back at this time from the countryside. I calmly put down my fork and took the phone from Mom’s hand. “Mrs. Carter, this is Ethan’s own decision. I have no right to interfere, and even if I did, he would resent me for it. I think you should respect his choice!” I hung up decisively, not forgetting to block Mrs. Carter’s number. My swift series of actions left even my parents stunned. Grandma was the first to speak up, telling them to continue eating, muttering that other people’s business is their own karma, and we shouldn’t interfere. I thought Grandma’s words couldn’t be more right! After dinner, I was crouching in the yard, petting the dog’s soft head, when my parents came over. “Chloe, what’s been going on with you lately…” Mom hesitated, “It feels like you’re different somehow.” Dad didn’t say anything, but he looked at me with concern. Their gaze made my nose tingle, and as I wiped my eyes, I realized there were actually tears. “Mom, Dad, let me tell you something. I had a dream.” I lied about having a dream and told them everything that happened in my previous life. When they learned that after their deaths, I had been manipulated by the Carter family all along, Dad’s face turned as black as the bottom of a pot. They always believed me, especially since I said the story began with Ethan wanting to go to New York and Mrs. Carter begging me to find him. They also understood why I suddenly wanted to come to Grandma’s house and why I adamantly refused to go find Ethan. “Oh, my dear child, my precious baby.” My mom was always easily moved to tears. Even though she knew it was just a dream, she quickly hugged me, her tears falling on my head one by one, feeling incredibly sorry for me. Dad lit a cigarette nearby and made a decision. “Chloe having this dream might mean that the Carter family is bad luck for us. I’ve decided, we’ll move as soon as we get back! Get far away from them.” I didn’t expect my parents to support me to this extent. My nose tingled, and I nodded tearfully. At the same time, I hugged Mom tighter, feeling her warmth. We stayed in the countryside for half a month, and I noticeably tanned quite a bit. When we left, Grandma packed a car full of food for us. We still had to live in the old house for a while before moving. As soon as we arrived at our front door, Mrs. Carter quickly opened her door. With red, teary eyes, she looked at us, unable to hide the traces of resentment in her gaze.

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My name is Liu Xuan, and my girlfriend and I had been in a long-distance relationship for a while. One night, we were on a video call, as usual, to relieve some tension. After everything was done, I realized my headphones had died ages ago. Qing Qing’s voice had been playing on speaker the whole time. I’d always assumed my roommate was just another regular guy like me, a slob perhaps. But I was wrong… she turned out to be a stunning young woman. It was a silent night. I lay on my bed, Qing Qing’s frequent moans echoing in my ears. Qing Qing and I were in a long-distance relationship. With our demanding jobs, sometimes we wouldn’t see each other for months. Since she became sexually active, Qing Qing had a high sex drive, and I couldn’t always be there to satisfy her. So, I bought her a sex toy. She used it two or three times a week. Each time, she’d video call me before starting. I’d watch her face slowly flush, sweat glistening on her skin, and in less than five minutes, she’d start to twitch and tremble. Sometimes, when she was really in the zone, she’d even have to wash her soaked sheets in the middle of the night. Tonight, she was moaning softly into my ear again. As the climax washed over her, I saw her pale feet gripping the sheets tightly on the video. “Liu Xuan, slow down, I can’t take much more.” The remote was in my hand, letting me control the frequency and intensity based on her reactions. Suddenly, a smudge appeared on my phone screen. I knew exactly what she meant and turned off the remote. “Liu Xuan, I’m going to go wash the sheets.” Qing Qing’s hair was plastered to her temples, her eyes hazy, her slightly parted tongue a deep red. I’d been uncomfortable all night, and her reaction only made me more aroused, ready to burst. It was only when I took off my headphones that I realized they’d died a while ago. Had Qing Qing’s voice really been… playing out loud? If I lived alone, it wouldn’t matter. But the problem was, I lived in a shared apartment. My new roommate had only just moved in next door, and I hadn’t even met her yet. I ran a hand through my hair, planning to head to the bathroom to take care of things. I rented a two-bedroom apartment with one living room and one bathroom, which I shared with my roommate. Maybe she was busy with work, but the bathroom still had nothing of hers in it. As I got closer, I saw a light glowing from inside the bathroom. I glanced at my roommate’s door; it was tightly locked. So, it probably wasn’t her. Maybe I’d left my power bank in there earlier. Thinking this, I pressed the doorknob and pushed the door open. The sight that greeted me froze me in place. A woman was squatting on the floor, using her phone’s flashlight, struggling to express milk from her chest. Hearing the door open, she jumped, falling backward onto the floor. Her bare breasts, nipples exposed, faced me directly, still leaking milk. “Why didn’t you knock?” she scowled, glaring at me as she hastily tried to cover herself. I slammed the door shut, stunned, and could only stammer apologies. “I’m so sorry, ma’am, I saw your room door was closed, I didn’t think…” Before I could finish, her soft, sweet voice cut me off from inside. “Shut up.” Her gentle voice, laced with a sultry edge, sent shivers down my spine. This night was definitely going to be sleepless. She looked like a young mother who had just given birth. But why wasn’t she living with her husband? Why was she staying in a co-ed shared apartment?

The next morning, I squeezed onto the rush-hour subway. Just as the doors were about to close, a beautiful woman boarded and stood right in front of me. We locked eyes for a moment, then both instinctively looked away. It was my roommate! Thinking of last night’s utterly humiliating and steamy scene, I lowered my head slightly, trying to make myself as inconspicuous as possible. But the morning subway was impossibly crowded. She only came up to my neck, and the soft curve of her chest kept brushing against my stomach with every lurch of the train, igniting a fire in me. As if that wasn’t enough, my gorgeous roommate was wearing a professional miniskirt, and her smooth legs occasionally brushed against my calves, sending a tingling sensation through me. I tried to squeeze further back, but there was a large Black man standing behind me. His fierce gaze swept over me, and I didn’t dare even twitch. “Hey, roommate, maybe you could stand back a bit? I feel like I’m practically molesting you in this position.” She slowly looked up, frowned, glared at me, then turned her gaze elsewhere. Who would’ve thought that this cool, aloof woman I saw in public could have such a soft, sweet voice, dripping with that captivating charm, when she told me to shut up last night? My eyes darted around, trying to distract myself from the insistent pressure against my abdomen. Suddenly, I noticed a man furtively taking out his phone, positioning it under my roommate’s skirt. I couldn’t just stand by when I saw injustice, especially when it was my own roommate. “Excuse me!” I said, then quickly turned, shielding my roommate in my arms, my back facing the pervert. My beautiful roommate seemed oblivious to what was happening, her innocent eyes looking up at me. I leaned down, whispered into her ear, “Someone was trying to take an upskirt photo of you just now. I apologize if my actions offended you.” She flinched like a startled deer, shrinking further into my embrace. It was adorable. After we got off at our stop, I was about to say goodbye, but to my surprise, she followed me off the train. There was only one major company near this station. Could it be… my beautiful roommate worked at the same company as me? I assessed her outfit. She looked like she could be our company’s receptionist. Honestly, having a receptionist like her would definitely make coming to work more pleasant every day. We walked past the front desk, and just as I thought she’d wave goodbye, she got into the same elevator as me. “Could you press the tenth floor, please?” Her sweet voice chimed, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. Wait, the tenth floor? I was on the tenth floor too, and the tenth floor only housed the design department, no other departments. She couldn’t be the cleaner for our design department, could she? That would be such a waste of talent. I returned to my workstation and sat down. Looking back, my beautiful roommate had just walked into the Chief Designer’s office!

Considering what happened in the bathroom last night, I wondered if she was there to argue with our Chief Designer, Mr. Li. I couldn’t believe that Mr. Li, who was usually so generous with us, could be so petty with his own girlfriend. I shook my head, hoping my beautiful roommate wouldn’t expose what I saw last night. If she did, I’d probably be out of a job. Not long after, Mr. Li emerged with my roommate. He clapped his hands, signaling for us to look at him. “Everyone, I’d like to formally introduce you to someone. This is our new Chief Designer, appointed from outside the company, Jiaojiao Tu. Please welcome Chief Tu.” I couldn’t believe it. My jaw nearly hit the desk. My beautiful roommate, from this day forward, was my direct boss? Last night’s incident felt like a death sentence for me. I probably wouldn’t have a place in this company anymore. Jiaojiao, in the office, had completely shed her sweetness. Her eyes were sharp, cold, and ruthless as she scanned over us. Suddenly, her gaze landed on me. It was completely different from the look she gave me on the subway. A chill ran down my spine. “Liu Xuan, bring your design draft to my office personally in half an hour.” I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination, but the way she emphasized “personally” felt particularly pointed. After Jiaojiao went back into her office,Lu from the cubicle next to me whispered, “Liu Xuan, did you already piss off our new hot boss?” My guilty conscience made me glance at the Chief Designer’s office. Was I really being targeted by my boss because of last night’s steamy encounter? “I don’t know,” I muttered. “Why don’t you take it for me? I’m terrified.” As I spoke, I frantically dug out the design draft I’d finished last week from my computer. Thank goodness I’d completed it early, otherwise I probably would’ve been fired. Jiaojiao’s office door was ajar. After I knocked, she told me to come in. “Close the door,” she said, her voice a stark contrast to her public persona. It really threw me off. I gently closed the door, then meekly asked, “Is that really okay?” What if people started to gossip? She glanced at me while reviewing my design draft. “You talk too much.” I silently watched the woman sitting before me. She had so many secrets. A beautiful boss suddenly appointed from outside, who also happened to be my roommate? Her salary should easily cover a much better apartment. Why would she choose to live in a shared apartment? Time slowly ticked by. These few minutes felt like an execution. Throughout, Jiaojiao kept subtly touching her chest with her wrist, seemingly uncomfortable. She was wearing a shirt for work, and her post-pregnancy body had changed. The buttons on her chest were practically straining. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?” I asked with concern. Had I really touched something I shouldn’t have on the subway? The more Jiaojiao remained silent, the more anxious I became. “Did I hurt you when I turned around?” A hint of embarrassment flickered across her face, but her reply was exceptionally cold. “Mind your own business.” I pursed my lips, silently looking elsewhere. When she seemed to be done reviewing the draft, I cautiously shifted in my seat. “If there are no issues, I’ll head out now?” The moment my hand touched the doorknob, Jiaojiao called out, “Wait.” I spun around, finding her standing right behind me. If I hadn’t stopped in time, she might have kissed me. “Could you help me with something?” At that moment, she transformed back into that seductive kitten, her soft, pleading charm irresistible to any man. I’ve always been a good guy, and I figured it couldn’t be anything too difficult. I agreed without hesitation. “Chief Tu, just tell me.” “I’m still nursing, and I’m a bit uncomfortable. Pumping on my own is a little slow. Could you lend me a hand?”

Did I hear that right? Was there really such a good thing happening to me? I stood frozen, stammering, “So… should I use my hands or my mouth?” The woman in front of me looked as if she’d heard the most outrageous joke, recoiling three steps back. Her voice, still sweet and delicate, came back, “What are you talking about? I was asking if you could run an errand for me, to buy an electric breast pump.” Jiaojiao’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed, whether from physical discomfort or from being shocked by my words, I couldn’t tell. Seeing me not move, she urged me again, “Hurry up! Otherwise, I’ll send this design draft back and make you redraw it.” For a designer, that was a huge punishment. “Why me? Can’t you just call a delivery service?” I felt it was incredibly awkward for me, a grown man, to buy something like that for my boss and roommate. Her tone was tinged with annoyance. “Are you stupid? That would only make people more suspicious! Imagine how embarrassing it would be if a delivery guy spread rumors.” Without thinking, I blurted out the thought in my mind, “You’re not afraid of being embarrassed in front of me?” Jiaojiao rolled her eyes at me. “You already saw my body last night. What’s there to be shy about now?” Alright, I was convinced by her logic. I eagerly trotted off to buy what she needed. To throw people off, Jiaojiao even put on an act, seeing me off at the office door. “Liu Xuan, deliver this document to the designated location. Don’t make any mistakes.” Jiaojiao handed me a large bag. It was actually empty, meant to carry the item back later, to trick our colleagues. After I took care of all that, I returned to my workstation, panting. But images kept flashing through my mind, completely out of place. I wondered what kind of scene was unfolding in Jiaojiao’s office. Last night’s steamy visuals kept replaying in my head, impossible to shake off. After work, the atmosphere between Jiaojiao and me became even stranger at home. I finished work earlier than her, so I purposely went to the grocery store, bought plenty of food, and headed home. By the time she returned, I had already prepared a full dinner. The exhaustion on her face erased all traces of her ruthless office demeanor. She was just a delicate, small woman. She leaned against the door, taking off her high heels. Her miniskirt was already short, and as she lifted her leg, the view inside was completely exposed. I quickly glanced away, as if I’d seen something incredibly tempting, and immediately shifted my gaze. I stammered, “Chief Tu, I made some dinner. I was wondering if you’d like to join me?” Shuffling in her slippers, she walked towards me, took a casual look at the food on the table, and said, “Count me in.” “Alright!” I happily went into the kitchen to grab utensils. I figured I was one step ahead, having already ingratiated myself with Chief Tu. Jiaojiao sat across from me. During dinner, I couldn’t tell if she was just scratching an itch or what, but she kept subtly brushing against my calf. I desperately tried to shrink back, but she seemed completely unaware, following my movements. Unable to take it anymore, I grabbed her ankle. Jiaojiao let out a surprised yelp. The soft whimper made my ears burn. In my flustered state, I let go. But to my complete shock, Jiaojiao then! She brazenly placed her foot between my legs, hitting me right in the groin. “Ch… Chief Tu, you, you, you.” I desperately tried to suppress my desire, not wanting her to notice. Jiaojiao rested her chin in her hand, looking at me with intense affection, her gaze practically dripping with desire. “That night, I actually heard everything.”

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