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1 I had some free time on my hands, so I decided to clear out the junk photos in the shared cloud album I kept with my husband, Michael. A sync notification suddenly popped up at the top of the screen. “First gift for our baby has been uploaded.” I tapped on it. It was a photo of an ultrasound scan, taken from a very deliberate, aesthetic angle, with a fresh bouquet of red roses resting right next to it. The caption on the photo read: “Michael, the baby is perfectly healthy! We miss you so much!” My knuckles turned white as I gripped my phone. I immediately dialed Michael’s number. He was supposed to be out of town on a business trip. “Why is there an ultrasound picture in our shared cloud album?” The line went dead silent for a few seconds. Then, his relaxed, easy laughter came through the receiver. “Oh, you mean that? It is from one of my frat brothers. His wife just got pregnant and he sent it to me to share the good news. I must have accidentally hit sync when I saved it. Do not overthink it, babe.” I forced a smile, said okay, and hung up the phone. Then, I tapped the information icon on that photo to pull up the metadata. Location: Our master bedroom. Time: Nine o clock last night. The exact same time he told me he was stuck in a client meeting and told me to go to sleep early. I took a deep breath, fighting down the sudden wave of nausea rising in my throat, and started scrolling back through our recently synced photos. There were hundreds of them. A total mess. Most of them were architectural blueprints I had taken pictures of, mixed with random daily snapshots. I kept scrolling until I hit a selfie he had sent me exactly one week ago. In the photo, he was wearing the expensive dress shirt I bought for his birthday. He was sitting in a hotel room with floor to ceiling windows, a gorgeous city skyline glowing in the background. His text that night had said: “Honey, just checked into the hotel. Absolutely exhausted. Miss you.” I had replied: “Work hard, but get some rest.” Now, I pulled up the metadata for that exact selfie. Location: The Grand Plaza Hotel. Less than three miles away from our own house. A freezing chill shot straight up my spine, paralyzing my limbs. The blood drained from my face. His so called business trips were just him booking a room down the street to screw his younger brother’s wife. My phone buzzed against my palm. It was a text from Michael’s mother, Martha. “Stella, pick up some fresh fruit on your way over for dinner tonight. Brooke is not feeling well today. I am making her a special pot of chicken soup to build her strength.” I stared at the text message and a hollow laugh escaped my throat. My smile was absolutely freezing. I typed back: “Sure, Martha.” Carrying a basket of imported fruit, I rang the doorbell of Martha’s suburban house. The door was opened by Wyatt, Michael’s younger brother. He gave me a goofy, good natured smile. “Hey, Stella. Come on in.” I nodded and walked into the foyer. Martha was just walking out of the kitchen with a steaming bowl of chicken soup. When she saw me, her face broke into an exaggerated, wrinkly smile. “Stella, you made it. Have a seat. Brooke is feeling a bit weak today, so she is resting in the guest bedroom.” Without missing a beat, she carried the soup straight toward the bedroom, muttering loudly enough for me to hear: “Oh, my precious grandchild, you need to grow up big and strong.” I sat perfectly still on the living room sofa. Listening to Martha dote on Brooke with absolute devotion, my heart sank like a heavy stone, feeling numb and completely frozen. Michael and I had been married for three years, and we still did not have kids. My career as an architect was hitting a massive upward trajectory. A massive commercial project called The Zenith Project was the absolute culmination of my blood, sweat, and tears over the last two years. It was about to enter the final bidding and review stage. Michael had always played the supportive husband, telling me we were in no rush to have a baby. Martha never said anything directly to my face, but every time she looked at Brooke, her envy and her deep dissatisfaction with me practically spilled out of her eyes. Now I understood. It was not that they were not in a rush. It was because they already had a better option incubating in the next room. Wyatt poured me a glass of water and sat across from me, rubbing his hands together awkwardly. “So, is Michael’s business trip going well?” “Very well.” I picked up the water glass, my eyes drifting lightly toward the closed bedroom door. “What is wrong with Brooke? Did you take her to the doctor?” Wyatt’s face flushed red immediately. He scratched the back of his head with a foolish grin. “Not yet. Brooke said she probably just ate something bad. She just needs to sleep it off.” I nodded slowly and stopped asking. A few minutes later, Brooke walked out of the bedroom, leaning heavily on Martha’s arm. She was wearing a loose cotton nightgown, her face intentionally bare of makeup to look pale. The second her eyes met mine, she flinched and looked away like she had been burned. She forced a weak, fragile smile onto her face. “Hi, Stella.” “Hey. You look a little pale. Are you going to be okay?” I asked, my voice dripping with gentle concern. “I am fine, really. Just an old stomach issue acting up,” she said, her hand subconsciously drifting down to shield her flat stomach. My gaze drifted down, landing on her other wrist. She was wearing a stunning pink tourmaline bracelet. The color was rich and vibrant. One look and you knew it cost an absolute fortune. Last month, right before Michael’s birthday, I asked him what he wanted. He told me he did not want anything, and instead, he bought me a fancy fountain pen. He had looked me in the eyes and said: “My wife is going to be the most famous architect in the city. Only this pen is worthy of your sketches.” A few days later, I accidentally saw his credit card statement. There was a jewelry purchase for ten thousand dollars. When I asked him about it, he smoothly lied and said he bought a bracelet for his mother to make the old lady happy. And now, that exact bracelet, the one meant for his mother, was resting securely on his mistress’s wrist. Martha’s eyes glued themselves to the jewelry, the wrinkles on her face practically blooming with pride. “Michael is just so thoughtful. He knew Brooke loved this style, so he went out of his way to have a friend bring it back from Europe. My Michael just knows how to treat people right.” She finished her sentence with a sharp, pointed glare in my direction. “Unlike some people, who only care about their jobs all day and completely neglect their own family.” Brooke immediately stepped in to play the peacemaker, her voice so soft and pathetic it could squeeze out water. “Mom, please do not say that about Stella. It is a good thing that she is so dedicated to her career.” She shot me a comforting, apologetic look, playing the role of the most innocent, kindhearted victim in the house. I laughed. “Martha is absolutely right.” I set my water glass down on the coffee table and slowly stood up, shattering their pathetic illusion of domestic harmony. “I really have been too focused on my work. It is definitely time I started paying closer attention to family matters.” My eyes locked onto the tourmaline stones catching the light on Brooke’s wrist. They stared back like sharp little nails. “For instance, I really should start paying attention to exactly whose wrist is wearing the ten thousand dollar bracelet my husband supposedly bought for his mother.” 2 The color drained from Martha and Brooke’s faces in an instant. I stared dead into Brooke’s eyes, speaking slowly and clearly, making sure every single syllable echoed in the silent living room. “After all, some things just lose their sparkle when they are worn by a thief.” Every ounce of blood vanished from Brooke’s cheeks. Martha did not catch the hidden meaning behind my words. She just assumed I was throwing an irrational tantrum. Her wrinkled face instantly contorted into a furious scowl. “Stella, what kind of attitude is that? If Michael gave something to Brooke, then it belongs to Brooke! Do not think just because you make a decent paycheck you can act like a tyrant in this house! You have zero respect for your elders!” Wyatt jumped up from his chair, his eyebrows furrowed in anger. “Stella, Brooke is already sick! How can you say something so cruel to her?” I looked at the three of them. One playing dumb to cover her tracks, one genuinely stupid enough to defend the woman cheating on him, and one aggressively protecting her golden boy’s secret. It was utterly pathetic. “I am tired.” I refused to waste another breath on them. I turned on my heel and walked straight out the front door. Behind me, Martha’s shrill insults pierced the air. “You are completely out of control! What a lack of manners! Michael is cursed for marrying a wretched woman like you!” When I returned to my cold, empty house, I went straight to my home office and booted up my computer. I logged into the shared cloud drive Michael and I used to store important documents and old vacation photos. I clicked on the search bar and typed out three words. The Zenith Project. A long list of email logs and file transfers populated the screen. Sender: Michael. Recipient: An anonymous email address. I clicked on the oldest file transfer. The date was exactly three months ago. The attachment was the very first preliminary sketch I had poured my soul into for The Zenith Project. Michael’s attached note read: “Brooke, here is the first draft. Take a look and let me know your thoughts so we can adjust it.” My fingertips began to tremble uncontrollably against the mouse. I clicked on the second file. The date was two months ago. The attachment contained the revised structural blueprints and 3D rendering files. Michael wrote: “I had her change the lighting in the central atrium just like you wanted. It looks much more spacious now. What do you think?” Third file. Fourth file. I clicked through them all until I reached the very last one. The timestamp was from exactly three days ago. The exact day he claimed he was leaving for his business trip. The attachment was my final, perfected design proposal, containing all the core architectural parameters and the complete material inventory list. The message attached to it contained only one sentence. “Baby, it is all done. Just wait for the show.” That single line of text slithered through the screen like a venomous snake, sinking its fangs directly into my brain. My entire body went completely rigid. Ice flooded my veins. He had betrayed much more than our marriage. He had conspired with his entire family, using his gentle, loving facade to completely steal my career, my dreams, and everything I had built. The Zenith Project. That name had been carved into my soul since the day I graduated. It was the child I had birthed through hundreds of sleepless nights and thousands of discarded sketches. And now, my own husband was wrapping my entire life’s work in a neat little bow, handing it to his mistress so she could step on my corpse and climb her way to absolute glory. A violent wave of nausea hit my stomach. I rushed into the bathroom and threw up until my throat burned. When my stomach was entirely empty, I slowly lifted my head and stared at the pale, ruined woman looking back at me in the mirror. The fragile heartbreak in her eyes shattered completely, replaced by a razor sharp, freezing absolute fury. Michael. Brooke. You want my life’s work? Fine. I will give it to you. I just hope you survive the weight of it. I walked back to my desk and dialed the number of my closest friend, Valerie. She was the most ruthless divorce attorney in the city. Cold, calculating, and holding a flawless winning record. “Valerie,” I said, my voice completely dead and calm. “I need you to run a deep background check on two people. Michael and Brooke.” Valerie’s efficiency was terrifying. By the very next afternoon, a thick manila envelope was sitting on the table in front of me at a quiet coffee shop. “Stella,” she looked at me, her eyes heavy with serious concern. “You need to brace yourself for what is inside this envelope.” I tore the seal open. The first page was a master list of hotel bookings for Michael and Brooke. Starting exactly six months ago, the list was densely packed. At least twice a week. From boutique motels to five star luxury suites, the locations covered the entire city. The second page detailed the transaction history of Michael’s private bank accounts. The designer bags, the luxury jewelry, the limited edition clothes he bought for Brooke. The total amount easily crossed into the seven figure mark. And the absolute most expensive gift he had ever given me was that five hundred dollar fountain pen. The irony was physically sickening. The third page was a corporate registration document. Company Name: Aura Design. Legal Representative: Brooke. But the business was registered using my social security number and my professional architecture credentials. He used my identity to open a design firm for his mistress. This meant that if this company ever faced a single legal dispute, a massive lawsuit, or crippling debt, the person legally responsible for burning to the ground would be me. 3 “It gets much worse.” Valerie tapped her manicured finger against the final page of banking records. “Starting six months ago, Michael has been systematically draining your joint marital assets. The vast majority of that liquid cash has been funneled directly into the corporate accounts of Aura Design.” I stared at the numbers. “What is his endgame?” My voice was incredibly soft, almost unnervingly calm. “He is burning your house down while you are still inside.” Valerie did not sugarcoat a single word. “First, he uses your money and your blueprints to elevate Brooke and Aura Design to the top of the industry. Then, he bankrupts the joint company you share with him, files for dissolution, leaves you completely penniless, and forces you to shoulder a mountain of debt you can never repay.” I stared at the cold, hard text printed on the paper. I had known Michael for five years. We had been married for three. I used to genuinely believe he was the light of my life. When I worked late at the design firm, he would drive across the city at midnight just to bring me dinner. He tracked my cycle on his phone, always having painkillers and a heating pad ready before I even asked. He treated me like a princess completely sheltered from the cruelty of the real world. He made me blindly believe I had married the greatest love story on earth. But it was never love. It was a meticulous, psychotic manipulation spanning years. While he was smiling and kissing my forehead, his hands were hidden behind his back, sharpening the blade he planned to plunge into my spine. “Stella, how do you want to play this?” Valerie’s voice broke through my thoughts. I closed the manila folder and looked up. The afternoon sun filtering through the cafe window was blindingly bright. “Valerie, start drafting the divorce papers.” “But before I sign them, I am going to rip the sky open and watch his entire family plummet to the concrete.” The final review panel for The Zenith Project was scheduled for the following week. It was the grand, glittering stage they had built for themselves. And it was the perfect place for me to burn it all down. On the day of the review panel, I wore a striking, blood red dress. When I walked into the convention center, the main hall was already packed. The audience was filled with the absolute titans of the architectural industry and dozens of media outlets. I found a quiet, inconspicuous seat in the very back row. My eyes cut through the crowd and locked onto the radiant woman standing near the front of the stage. Brooke. She was wearing a custom white Chanel suit, her makeup absolutely flawless. She moved with practiced elegance, smiling and charming the judges with total confidence. Sitting dead center in the front row was Michael and his family. Martha was wearing a tailored silk dress, her face glowing with triumph. She grabbed the arm of the executive sitting next to her, loudly bragging about her perfect family. “My Brooke is just brilliant! Designing a masterpiece like this at her age!” “Exactly! Not like some wives I know, who do absolutely nothing but drain their husbands bank accounts.” Michael’s eyes never left Brooke. The adoration and pride on his face looked exactly like a man admiring a priceless painting he was about to unveil to the world. They looked like the perfect, happy family, glowing with success. It made me look like the bitter, shadowy villain lurking in the dark. The panel officially began. The host took the microphone, his voice booming with excitement as he introduced The Zenith Project to the eager crowd. Then, using his most dramatic tone, he invited the lead designer to the stage. “Ladies and gentlemen, please give a massive round of applause to the brilliant rising star of the architecture world, Brooke, as she presents her incredible vision!” A massive spotlight hit Brooke. She walked up the steps to the podium, every single step radiating confidence and grace. The massive LED screen behind her lit up, displaying the 3D renderings I had drawn a thousand times. It showcased the design philosophy I had rewritten until my fingers bled. My blood. My sweat. My soul. All being presented in her soft, gentle voice, calmly claiming it as her own. She delivered the presentation perfectly. She had memorized my notes flawlessly. The crowd erupted into thunderous applause. Down in the front row, Martha was wiping joyful tears from her eyes with a tissue, muttering about how blessed their family was. Michael’s face was a portrait of pure, unadulterated victory. The presentation ended, and the floor opened for the Q&A segment. A senior judge stood up, his face full of genuine admiration. “Miss Brooke, your design is absolutely breathtaking. The spiral staircase in the central atrium, mimicking the blooming vines of a wisteria tree, is a stroke of absolute genius. Could you share the inspiration behind that specific detail?” The confident smile on Brooke’s face froze for a fraction of a second. She clearly had not prepped for a question diving that deep into the emotional core of the design. Panic flashed in her eyes. She stammered for a few painful seconds before forcing out a generic, fabricated answer. “The inspiration comes from… my deep love for life, and my admiration for the resilience of nature.” A wave of polite, appreciative laughter rippled through the crowd. I laughed, too. The inspiration for that staircase came from the massive, century old wisteria tree growing in my late grandmother’s backyard. What the hell did that have to do with her love for life? A few minutes later, the host returned to the stage to announce the final verdict. “After a unanimous vote from our distinguished panel of judges, the development contract for The Zenith Project is officially awarded to Aura Design!” The applause was deafening. Camera flashes exploded across the room like a lightning storm. Brooke stood in the center of the stage, overwhelmed with emotion, bowing over and over again to the cheering crowd. Michael and Martha rushed the stage. Under the blinding lights and the gaze of the media, the three of them pulled each other into a massive, tearful hug. It was the absolute peak of their lives. I sat quietly in the dark corner, watching them. Like watching a pathetic comedy right before the curtain drops. Brooke turned to walk off the stage, ready to step into her new life of fame and luxury. But in that exact second, every single massive LED screen in the convention center instantly went pitch black.

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Eight months ago, I was ecstatic. I thought my wife’s rejection of her old flame meant that I had finally, truly become the only one she would ever lean on. That day, the man had shown up with a terminal diagnosis, crying and begging my wife to have his child. She had simply looked at him with cold indifference, said, “The man I love is Luke,” and turned right into my arms. Not long after, my wife told me the company was sending her overseas to launch a new market. She’d be gone for a year. As much as I hated the thought of it, I smiled and helped her pack, reminding her to take care of herself. Until today—our wedding anniversary. I flew across the ocean to surprise her, to give her the grand romantic gesture she deserved. But the moment I pushed open the door to her apartment, I saw her. She was holding the arm of that same old flame, her belly so round with pregnancy it was impossible to miss, a radiant smile on her face. The so-called business trip, I realized, was nothing but a perfectly crafted lie so she could have a baby for the man she’d supposedly left behind. 1 I let out a bitter, silent laugh and tossed the carefully chosen gift I was holding into the nearest trash can. “Honey, happy eighth anniversary. I’m so sorry I can’t be there to celebrate with you.” It was my wife, Ava, calling. I stood there in silence for a moment before I could manage to speak. “It’s okay.” “I’ll make it up to you when I get back, I promise,” she said, her voice bright. “I have a huge surprise for you.” You already have. I watched as Ava leaned her entire body against her old flame, Daniel, her face a picture of pure happiness. The sight was a knife in my gut. “Honey, this trip is exhausting,” she went on. “The workload is insane, it never ends.” Still lying. My hand tightened around my phone. When we first got married, Ava told me that the greatest poison to a relationship was deceit. “Honey,” she’d said, “if you ever stop loving me, you have to tell me. Don’t lie. Don’t hurt me.” And yet, here she was, lying to me, hurting me more than I ever thought possible. The air felt thick, heavy. I couldn’t breathe. “Honey? Are you still there?” I tilted my head back, fighting to keep the tears from falling. My voice came out as a strained rasp. “Just got caught up with work.” I heard her sigh in relief on the other end. “Okay, well, I won’t keep you then. Love you, honey!” The line went dead. I watched as Daniel helped her into a car, his arm wrapped protectively around her. The moment the car door closed, the tears I’d been holding back finally streamed down my face. I didn’t understand. Why lie? Don’t lie, don’t hurt me. Weren’t those her words? I took a taxi back to the airport. I had arrived full of hope. I left in utter despair. A message from Ava popped up on my phone: [Honey, I bought you a gift. It’s that new gaming console you wanted. It’s already been shipped home.] I typed back a single letter: [K] Was this guilt? Was she trying to buy my forgiveness after the fact? What a joke. When I got back, I threw myself into my work, staying at the office until the early hours of the morning. My coworkers joked that I was trying to rack up overtime pay to buy Ava an extravagant welcome-home present. They had no idea I was just trying to work myself to exhaustion, to numb the part of my brain that wouldn’t stop thinking about her. I first met Ava at her father’s funeral. She didn’t cry. She just stood there, staring blankly as they lowered the casket into the ground. Seeing her like that, my heart ached. I walked over and offered a few clumsy words of comfort. What happened next surprised everyone, including me. She attached herself to me. When I was at work, she’d find any excuse to be near my desk, inventing elaborate reasons to just hang around. On weekends, she’d drag me out to dinner, to go shopping, to see movies. She just bulldozed her way into my life. Finally, I had to ask her why. “Everyone else who gets close to me just sees a pretty face,” she’d said. “Their intentions are never pure. But you’re different. I can feel it. You genuinely care about me.” “My dad’s gone, and my mom is always working. I just… I really wanted someone in my life who truly, genuinely cared.” 2 “Luke, would you be that person for me?” Looking at the raw hope in her eyes, I couldn’t help but smile. I held out my hand. “Hi,” I said. “I’m Luke.” She beamed. It was a smile that lit up her entire face. After that day, we became inseparable. She told me everything. She shared her joys when she was happy and confessed her fears when she was sad. We explored every corner of the city together. A coworker pulled me aside once and warned me not to get too attached, telling me she had an old flame she could never quite get over. I just smiled. It didn’t matter. I only saw her as a friend. But the more time I spent with her, the more my heart went out to her. Her father was gone, her mother was a workaholic, and everyone else around her was only interested in her looks. She didn’t have a single real friend in the world. She deserved to be loved. Later, her mother was in a car accident. On her deathbed, she grabbed my hand. “Luke, I can see it. You genuinely care for Ava, and I am so grateful you came into her life.” “Her father is gone, and now I’m going too. I can’t bear the thought of leaving her all alone in this world.” “Luke, can you promise me you’ll always take care of her?” How could I refuse a dying mother’s last wish? Ava and I got married. After the wedding, I devoted myself to her. I gave her all the love I had. I practically split myself in two, balancing a demanding job with my determination to build a happy home for her. Sometimes, when I’d mention how tired I was, she’d give me a playful smile and start massaging my shoulders. “God was so good to me,” she’d say. “He brought you into my life.” “Honey, it’s going to be you and me, forever.” But she was the first to break that promise. She was the one who shattered everything. I saw her again two months later. She and Daniel were walking out of the airport, and she was holding a baby. “Honey, Daniel adopted this baby overseas! Isn’t he just adorable?” she said with a bright smile. I couldn’t smile back. I just nodded numbly. Daniel chimed in, a smug grin on his face. “I ran into Ava abroad. She saw how much I was struggling to care for the baby on my own and insisted I come back with her. She said she could help me out.” I ignored the challenge in his eyes and turned to Ava. She couldn’t meet my gaze. She looked down and mumbled, “Daniel’s a single dad, he doesn’t know what he’s doing. We have a spare room, so I thought he and the baby could stay with us. That way we can help out when we have time.” I just stared at her, speechless. That house was our home, the sanctuary we had built together. And she wanted him to live in it. The knife in my gut twisted again. My voice was a croak when I finally managed to speak. “Fine.” Ava’s face broke into a relieved smile. “Honey, I knew you’d understand! You’re the best!” I forced a smile of my own. It wasn’t that I was the best. It was that in that moment, my heart had shattered completely. I just didn’t care anymore. That night, as we were getting ready for bed, Ava said, “You go ahead and sleep, honey. The baby might get fussy tonight, I’ll come back after I get him settled.” I waited all night. She never came back. The next morning, she had an excuse ready. “The baby cried all night long. He didn’t fall asleep until dawn. Look, I have dark circles under my eyes.” “Yeah, Ava was a real lifesaver last night,” Daniel added, his tone dripping with provocation. “I don’t know what I would’ve done without her. You’re not going to get the wrong idea, are you, Luke?” I said nothing. I just turned and started making breakfast. “Honey, the baby’s one-month celebration is in a couple of days. I was thinking of helping Daniel throw a little party. What do you think?” My hand paused over the cutting board. “Fine,” I said, my face a blank mask. “Thanks, honey!” Ava exclaimed, and immediately went to discuss the party details with Daniel. 3 Watching them, I pressed my lips into a thin, hard line. Every time I gave in, every time I stepped back, Ava just pushed the boundaries further. Maybe she’d gotten used to it. After all, since the day we got married, I had always been the one to compromise. I believed that in a marriage, one person had to be the one to yield. Two strong-willed people would never last. Since she wouldn’t be the one to bend, I would. But everyone has a breaking point. And I had reached mine. This time, I wouldn’t back down. This time, I was letting go. On the day of the baby’s party, Ava invited a crowd of guests. It was a huge affair. Her best friend cooed, “Ava, the baby looks just like you! You have the exact same eyes.” Ava’s expression flickered with panic. “Don’t be silly. You can’t tell who babies look like when they’re this young.” She turned to me, offering a rushed explanation. “Honey, don’t listen to her. Daniel adopted him. I’ve just been taking care of him so much, maybe he’s starting to look a little like me.” “You know what they say,” she added with a nervous laugh, “a baby starts to look like the person who spends the most time with them.” I just smiled, saying nothing. Honestly, she didn’t need to explain. During the party, Daniel raised his glass to me. “Luke, a toast. I want to thank you for letting me and my son stay in your home, and for letting Ava help take care of him.” He downed his glass in one gulp. “I’ll drink to that. You do what you want.” All our friends were looking at me. I stayed seated. That place wasn’t my home anymore. And as for Ava, soon enough, she would be out of my life too. “Honey, Daniel’s toasting you,” Ava said, her tone chiding. “I have things to do later,” I said calmly. “I can’t drink.” Ava’s face clouded over. “What could be so important? Today is the baby’s celebration. Daniel is trying to thank you, and you won’t even drink with him? You’re just going to sit there looking miserable?” She walked over, picked up my glass, and held it out to me. “Fine. Then I’ll toast you. You can at least drink to that, can’t you?” I stared at her, my voice quiet. “Have you forgotten? I’m allergic to alcohol.” Ava froze. She quickly apologized. “Oh my god, honey, I’m so sorry. I forgot.” But she never used to forget. Every time I had a business trip or a dinner with clients, she would remind me, again and again, not to drink. Daniel smoothly stepped in. “Well, if Luke can’t drink, he can’t drink. My mistake. I didn’t know about your allergy. I’ll drink one for you as an apology!” I looked at him with cold eyes. Ava bit her lip. “Honey, are you angry?” “No.” I looked down. Ava let out a sigh of relief. “Honey, I really did just forget. It won’t happen again.” “Mm.” As the party wound down, everyone gathered around the baby, showering him with praise. Ava was beaming. “Honey, come look!” she called, waving me over. I shook my head. “There’s no need.” “Why not?” she frowned. “Don’t you like children?” She ran over and grabbed my arm. “Come on, just take a look. You’ll love him. Our kids will be this cute one day.” “We’re not going to have children.” “What?” Ava stopped, stunned. I looked up, my gaze steady and calm. “I said, we’re not going to have children. I’ve already drawn up the divorce papers.” “Ava, let’s get a divorce.” She just stared at me, her face a mask of shock. I didn’t look at her again. I stood up to leave. “The papers are at the house. I’ll go home first. You can sign them when you get back.” “Stop right there!” Ava finally found her voice, shouting at my back. “Luke, you explain yourself! What did I do wrong? Why do you want to divorce me? Is it just because I let Daniel and his adopted son stay with us?”

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Five years later to the day, I walked into the interview room under a new identity: Arthur Stone. Sitting at the head of the table was a rising star in the business world, Leslie Reed, a woman I once had a complicated history with. Her gaze lingered on my photo. “Twenty-eight? Already have a child?” she asked, her tone detached. Meeting her probing stare, I calmly replied, “Yes, my name is Arthur Stone. Married with one daughter.” The man I am today is no longer the disgraced young master with a large birthmark on his face, mocked by others. I changed my name and removed that birthmark. Naturally, she wouldn’t recognize me. Flashback to five years ago, the day my family went bankrupt, I forced Leslie Reed to spend one last night with me. Waking up the next morning, I threw the last of my money at her. “You can get out now. Go find another rich man. You don’t have to demean yourself by serving an ugly freak like me anymore.” Afterward, I was driven out of my home by the asset liquidators, the birthmark on my face a laughingstock for all to point at. Meanwhile, her friends gloated, congratulating her: “With a beautiful face like Leslie’s, how many rich and handsome men are lining up? Why would you ever stoop to that ugly man?” “Now that he’s bankrupt, he surely won’t bother you anymore.” From impoverished campus beauty to business magnate, Leslie Reed took five years to transform. And I, too, completely reinvented myself in those five years, starting anew with a fresh identity. 1. I never imagined the resume I submitted would land in Leslie Reed’s hands, for her to formally interview me. The moment I pushed open the door, my breath hitched for a second. Leslie Reed sat at her office desk, a cascade of long hair falling behind her. A pair of rimless glasses perched on her elegant nose, and her slender fingers were turning the pages of my resume. Her gaze shifted from my photo to my face, her expression cool and aloof: “Arthur Stone? Graduated from Sterling University? Applying for a personal assistant?” She tapped her finger on the desk, then lazily lifted her eyelids. “Do you know what a personal assistant does?” “To put it crudely, it’s a housekeeper. I have a lot of daily tasks, and you’ll need to pay attention to many details.” She continued speaking, but my thoughts drifted to the night we parted years ago. That year, she wore a faded shirt, awkwardly straddling me, tearing at the buttons of my collar, kissing me without any grace. I forced a cynical laugh: “I’m bankrupt now. You don’t have to work so hard. “You must be the happiest one, finally free from having to debase yourself to serve a freak like me. My face must disgust you, right? “Don’t worry, even bankrupt, I can still afford to buy one more night with you.” She remained silent, her beautiful eyes betraying no clear emotion, as if ashamed yet indignant, before skillfully nestling into my embrace again. When it ended, I threw a card at her, buying out my absurd first half of life. “Made up your mind?” Her finger tapped the desk, her voice cold and sharp, her pupils calm and dark. She hadn’t recognized me. I instinctively touched my face; the large bluish birthmark was gone, as were the red rashes caused by layers of makeup. The man I was now had a slightly gaunt face, unadorned, plain and unassuming, completely unrecognizable from before. Not to mention I’d changed my name. “Yes, I have.” I suppressed the swirling emotions, resuming a temporary, false calm. “Excellent. You can start today. Mr. Evans will brief you on the situation.” She raised her hand, dismissing me, without another glance. I discreetly exited. The moment the office door closed, my suspended heart finally settled. If I could, I never wanted to have too much contact with Leslie Reed again in this lifetime. She was the unattainable beauty of the academy; dirty, despicable, bitter, and ugly were my epithets. It was I who insisted on using money to buy out and crush Leslie Reed’s self-esteem. And selfishly, I made her bear me a daughter. Tragically, our daughter has now been diagnosed with a brain tumor and requires surgery. Like an unbreakable karmic bond, it had come full circle, and for the sake of our child, I found myself back at her company. For the next few days, I was somewhat distracted. My daughter’s surgery was imminent, and there was so much to prepare. The third time I asked Leslie Reed for leave, her answer was merciless: “Last time. Next time, don’t bother coming in.” I knew. But today was my daughter’s birthday, and she so desperately wanted to go to the amusement park. With the surgery imminent, I was truly afraid there wouldn’t be another chance. Gritting my teeth, I still played with my daughter at the amusement park until the afternoon. On the way back, the sky suddenly opened up with a torrential downpour, and we huddled under a street awning. Just as I opened my phone to call a ride, my daughter suddenly broke free of my hand, wobbling after a dropped toy. By the time I reacted, she had already dashed into the rain. Watching a distant car speed out of the rain, my heart leaped into my throat. Just as I was about to scream, a fair hand, quicker than mine, snatched my daughter back. “Arthur Stone!” Amidst the pouring rain, the woman’s voice was cold and low. I stared up, dazed, as if in a dream. Leslie Reed stood before me, tightly holding my daughter’s hand. She didn’t have an umbrella; water streamed ceaselessly down her hair, cheeks, and chin, soaking her expensive suit. Her eyes were as aloof and stern as ever, but now, a hint of suppressed anger showed through. “Thank you, Ms. Reed…” I hurriedly hid my child behind me, not prompting her to say thank you as usual. Leslie Reed glanced at us, her tone leaving no room for argument: “Get in the car.” 2. Leslie Reed’s cold demeanor was too intimidating. I led my daughter into the car, my heart pounding, unconsciously crumpling my clothes. Water still dripped from the stray hairs on her forehead. She picked up a towel and handed it to me: “Don’t let the child catch a chill.” I was still stunned, but Sunny had already taken it, thanking “Auntie” in a clear voice. Leslie Reed’s expression softened considerably. Her gaze fell on my bewildered face, and she frowned again: “You took leave today just to get soaked in the rain?” Realizing her words sounded a bit sharp, she rubbed her throbbing temples. “Where to?” “City Hospital.” Sunny spoke up first, defending me: “Daddy is here with me for my birthday today. I haven’t been out to play for so long because I’ve been in the hospital.” Leslie Reed paused, looking at the unafraid girl before her. Her face was somewhat thin, with a sickly pallor that made her large eyes appear bright and round. When she blinked at people, it stirred a strange, indescribable emotion in Leslie Reed’s heart. She felt the child was vaguely familiar, and almost instinctively asked: “Where’s the child’s mother?” “She passed away. A long time ago.” I quickly spoke, the first words I uttered since getting in the car. Of course, it was a lie. Of course, after I left without a word, Leslie Reed hadn’t escaped the abyss. She became pregnant, and for some reason, insisted on having the child. Rumors swallowed her whole like a tide. At twenty-three, she gave birth to a baby girl in a small clinic on a street corner. Without even looking at the child, she was told by the doctor that the baby had suffocated and couldn’t be saved. It was as if it was destined, she thought. She and that man were destined for no happy ending. But she didn’t know that the child hadn’t died; I had taken her abroad. A person like her, how could I let her life be ruined by something as dirty as me? “Thank you, Ms. Reed. My child has been a bit busy recently with some issues, but it won’t happen again. I’ll make sure to complete my work properly.” As my words fell, Leslie Reed’s gaze shifted from my daughter to me. On the woman’s beautiful, stern face, her dark eyes were deep, making my heart skip a beat. I instinctively looked away. Leslie Reed had nothing more to say, leaning back in her seat, closing her eyes to rest. She simply instructed the driver, “To City Hospital.” The car quickly arrived at its destination. Leslie Reed got out first. She pulled out a black umbrella, her slender fingers lightly clutching the handle, gesturing for me to get out. “Thank you, Ms. Reed, no need to see us off. I’ll return the umbrella tomorrow.” I mumbled, just wanting to escape quickly. “I only have one umbrella.” She stood in front of the car door, her light voice sounding before me. The implication was clear: if I lent it to you, what would I use? I had no choice but to give up, holding my daughter and sharing the umbrella with her. Being so close to her, Leslie Reed could faintly smell the laundry detergent clinging to my shirt. For some reason, it felt familiar, and her chest inexplicably tightened, her heart beginning to beat erratically. She took a deep breath, and to distract herself, she spoke: “Less than a month on the job, a few scattered hours of leave before, and now a whole day. You’re busier than I am.” I was both ashamed and agitated, lowering my gaze and saying nothing. Inside the hospital, I handed Sunny over to the doctor for her check-up. Glancing back, Leslie Reed was still standing behind me, with no intention of leaving. I walked up to her, forcing a laugh. “Does Ms. Reed have any other arrangements? My personal matters are handled; I can return to the company to work.” She didn’t answer me, only asked, “What’s wrong with the child?” I didn’t understand what she meant, but I answered truthfully, “She has a tumor and needs surgery.” “In that case, I suggest you look for a different job.” I paused, looking up at her. Her expression was as indifferent as ever. “Being my personal assistant is very demanding. I don’t need someone who’s constantly distracted and just trying to coast by.” She abruptly changed the subject, speaking from a position of authority. Her words were direct, almost harsh. A ringing filled my ears. My eyes reddened at the edges, and I let out a cold laugh. “I’ve only been employed for a week, Ms. Reed. How do you conclude I’m just coasting by?” “My leave was due to legitimate reasons, and it was taken while ensuring my work was completed. I don’t believe I’ve been negligent in any way.” Leslie Reed listened to every word, then fell uncharacteristically silent. She stared intently into my eyes, noticing a different emotion in me for the first time. From the moment she first saw me, she found me strangely quiet, or rather, evasive. Like a rat scurrying from the light. Now, as she met my gaze, seeing my constantly shifting, dodging eyes, something seemed familiar. So she abruptly asked, “Have we met somewhere before?” 3. My blood froze for a moment, and my clenched palms felt clammy with tension. “Is Ms. Reed trying to change the subject? Do you find my previous statement too accurate to refute?” I lifted my head, trying to cut off Leslie Reed’s absurd notion with a sharp retort. She paused noticeably for two seconds. Those two seconds stretched, pulling at my heart. “You’re not wrong, I am.” She scoffed softly, her tone echoing a hint of self-mockery. With that, she turned and left. The next day, everything at the company proceeded as usual. Leslie Reed appeared, but didn’t spare me a single glance, as if nothing had happened. Towards the end of the workday, Mr. Evans emerged from the office, looking rather displeased. He mumbled softly, “What’s wrong with Ms. Reed this time? She suddenly asked me to look up a college classmate.” The words “college classmate” pierced my ears. My heart, however, churned like a surging tide. I spoke with difficulty, “Mr. Evans, who is the person Ms. Reed is looking for? Perhaps I know them too.” “Oh right, you both went to Sterling University. It’s a man named Jasper Hayes.” He even kindly flipped over the printed photo for me to see. The man in the photo was tall and slender, with a somber expression. A thin layer of white powder covered his face, but the greenish-black birthmark clung to his cheek like a demonic claw, almost leaping out. Leslie Reed was looking for me! This news was like a thorn, lodged in my heart, making me increasingly uneasy. So much so that when Leslie Reed called me into her office as usual at noon, I was still somewhat dazed. As I made her coffee, I could feel her cold gaze laced with intense scrutiny. “Arthur Stone, you also went to Sterling University? Which department?” “I find you somewhat familiar.” My entire body tensed, I gripped the coffee cup tightly, my breathing laced with a tremor. “Communications. I participated in a few volunteer activities during university, perhaps I crossed paths with you then, Ms. Reed.” “Oh, is that so?” She took the coffee cup, her gaze falling on the rippling liquid inside, and smiled enigmatically. Then she abruptly asked, “Do you know Jasper Hayes from the Business and Economics department?” “I think I heard the name, but I don’t really remember.” I forced a smile as I replied, glad that Leslie Reed didn’t seem to notice the perfunctoriness in my words, only letting out a soft hum. I quickly finished organizing the documents on my desk and exited the office. But I didn’t notice the woman behind me, her gaze shifting from my retreating back to her desk. She picked up the two photos lying there, trying to overlap them. After work that day, my long-unused email mysteriously received another message. It was from my former academic advisor, saying my thesis needed to be sampled for review and asking for a contact number. The doctor beside me was giving me instructions for Sunny’s pre-operative care. So much so that I didn’t question the authenticity, I hastily replied with a string of numbers, then turned off my phone to listen attentively. Leaving the clinic, I walked down the corridor towards Sunny’s room. But I froze at the sight before me. In the distance, Sunny was holding Leslie Reed’s hand, waving at me from afar. My hand gripped the doorknob tightly, my whole body taut like a string. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath, and quickened my pace. Sunny was looking up, talking, her voice gradually becoming clear: “I’m not afraid of pain. I’ll be like Mama. Mama fought a big monster on her face and won, so Sunny will definitely defeat the demon in her body too.” The child’s words were jumbled. Leslie Reed seemed not to understand, paused, and asked something. I broke out in a cold sweat, quickly interjecting to stop Sunny from saying more: “Sunny!” A passing nurse greeted me, complimenting, “Mr. Stone, Sunny really looks like her mother, practically carved from the same mold.” “She’s not. Her mother passed away a long time ago.” No one knew my panic at that moment. My violently pounding heart almost burst my eardrums, and my voice was parched. The young nurse awkwardly walked past. Leslie Reed nodded at me, her gaze indifferent, seemingly not taking the nurse’s words to heart. I breathed a sigh of relief. I took Sunny’s hand and thanked Leslie Reed. Sunny’s surgery was less than two days away. I was struggling with how to ask Leslie Reed for leave. Mr. Evans walked out of the office, his face full of worry. Our eyes met, and he looked like he wanted to say something but held back. He sighed, then finally spoke: “Arthur, tell me the truth, which university did you actually graduate from? This can’t be faked.” My hand trembled, and cold sweat immediately beaded on my forehead. I could only feign helplessness, forcing a smile. “What do you mean, Mr. Evans? Didn’t I graduate from Sterling University?” “Ms. Reed asked me to investigate you. There’s no Arthur Stone in the Communications department at Sterling University.” Something exploded in my head. In that moment, my mind went blank, unable to think. “You’d better think about how you’re going to explain this to Ms. Reed later.” He advised. I stood rooted to the spot, unable to move. After a full minute, my clogged brain finally started to think. I quickly drafted a resignation letter, cleared my desk, and marched straight into Leslie Reed’s office. “I apologize, Ms. Reed. I admit I didn’t graduate from Sterling University. I falsified my qualifications and lied to you. “Sunny needs surgery in two days. I can’t handle this job, nor do I have the face to continue. “Thank you for your care this past month. I’ve left my resignation letter here.” I couldn’t give Leslie Reed a chance to investigate further. Otherwise, she would discover that Arthur Stone, five years ago, was actually Jasper Hayes. For this, I gritted my teeth, lowering my head as I stepped forward, ready to throw the resignation letter onto Leslie Reed’s desk and run. But a slender hand gripped my wrist, with surprising strength. I looked up, falling into Leslie Reed’s dark eyes, which held an infinite storm. She spoke, syllable by syllable, in an incredibly certain and assured tone. Her words, uttered through clenched teeth, dragged me back to my most unbearable past: “Jasper, how long are you going to keep playing games with me?”

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Five years later, my memories were extracted and broadcast live on giant screens around the world. A massive, stark “”Wronged”” blared at the top of the screens. The crowds instantly erupted. Someone questioned, “”Isn’t this the mastermind behind that massive international smuggling case? He’s been dead for five years, so why is he stirring up trouble again now?”” Another person angrily declared, “”It’s him! He caused his fiancée to fail her mission, breaking her legs, condemning her to a wheelchair for life! Who is so blind as to try to clear his name?!”” Recalling the past, I was the most wanted criminal in the capital, and the one who personally brought me to justice was my childhood sweetheart and fiancée, Violet. She personally escorted me to the execution ground, her voice chilling: “”Flynn, I once told you that the next time we meet, I would personally take your life.”” Ultimately, I fell under the gun that belonged to my foster father. 1 “”Flynn, that ingrate, poisoned old Chief Cohen and caused the death of our youngest sister, Lucy! He’s a heartless monster! Who stole his brain chip from the evidence locker to clear his name?!”” In the cemetery, eldest sister Anya stared at the two tombstones before her, then at the global broadcast playing across the sky, her voice laced with seething anger. Violet had just wiped the mist from Chief Cohen’s tombstone. Her fists clenched, veins bulging, as she looked at the sky screen. Second brother, Alex, supported Violet, looking down at her empty trouser legs. Instantly, tears streamed down the face of the man known as the police force’s heartthrob. “”Honey, if it weren’t for our third brother, you wouldn’t have lost your legs! And our fourth sister, Lucy…”” Alex looked on the verge of collapsing in tears. Violet sat in her wheelchair, suppressing the rage between her brows, yet she gently consoled him, “”Alex, you’re still unwell. Don’t let your emotions fluctuate too much. Don’t cry for someone who isn’t worth it!”” Watching Violet, who once said she would love me forever, her hand now tightly clasped in Alex’s. This scene sharply pierced my heart, which had long since stopped beating. I couldn’t help but speak out to correct them: “”I didn’t kill Chief Cohen, and I didn’t…”” But no one heard my voice. Violet stood tall and resolute, like an unyielding pine tree. At this moment, she looked again at the massive “Wronged” character on the sky screen, which was constantly dripping blood, then snapped at Anya. “”Stealing right under your noses, are you all useless?!”” “”Go investigate! Anyone who dares to clear Flynn’s name is making an enemy of me, Violet Cohen!”” Anya’s face was filled with cold fury. “”Flynn, that traitor!”” “”If I had known he’d turn out so rotten, I should have kicked him out the moment Chief Cohen brought him home!”” I never thought my most trusted sister would use the word “”traitor”” to describe me. Those two words twisted in my heart like a knife, causing me to convulse with pain. Chief Cohen was a kind soul; he adopted many orphans. Anya was the eldest, Alex was the second brother, Lucy was the fourth sister, and I was the third. Only Violet was his biological child, our youngest sister. Chief Cohen dedicated his life to his beloved career. He always told us to be loyal to our country, loyal to its people. Yet now, I was branded as the 21st century’s biggest and most heinous criminal, destined to live in infamy as a disgrace to justice. The sky screen in front of the courthouse was packed with people, who discussed my wanted poster: “”Wasn’t he and Julian the main culprits in that massive international smuggling case five years ago? I seem to remember Flynn’s father was the most wanted criminal twenty years ago, and he was even personally killed by Chief Cohen’s team.”” “”This Flynn, Anya, Alex, and Lucy are all orphans adopted by Violet’s father. Except for Flynn, the rest of the children are all exceptionally talented. He’s truly a lost cause, born evil!”” “”Chief Cohen lost both his legs and was forced to retire because of him. And yet, this useless Flynn, for money, went to work for Julian, the head of that international crime syndicate!”” Countless vicious curses transformed into black mist, seeping into my limbs, tearing at my soul. Just then, the screen’s image began to move, A pain from the depths of my soul gnawed at my heart, as if an invisible hand was using iron tongs to wrench memories from my brain. Violet, looking at the face that appeared on the sky screen, her eyes red, struggled to control the tremor in her voice, “”Dad?!”” On the screen, Chief Cohen, ruler in hand, angrily made Violet kneel in the courtyard, and strictly forbade us from bringing her food. This wasn’t the first time Violet had taken the blame for me and been punished by Chief Cohen. I’d stolen a few steamed buns from the kitchen, intending to bring them to her. I just happened to see Chief Cohen hitting Violet’s back again with the ruler. “”Serves you right! You’re only sixteen and you dare to think about getting married? Did Aaron agree, that you’re so eager for my approval!”” “”Dad, you believe me! Aaron also said he’d be good to me! Please just let me marry him!”” Listening to Violet’s words, I couldn’t help but chuckle softly, mouthing to her, “”I promise to love you and protect you forever!”” But the beautiful past memories did not evoke any sadness in Violet; instead, they ignited a furious humiliation in her eyes. It was as if this memory from the past had become a blood-stained blade, once again deeply piercing her already broken heart. Alex’s tears instantly welled up. He sobbed, choking out, “”Violet, I miss Dad so much. If only Dad were still alive…”” At the mention of Chief Cohen, Violet instantly gripped her wheelchair tightly, her fingers clenching so hard that blood welled up. She pounded on the wheelchair, roaring. “”Why! Why! Has the person who stole Flynn’s brain chip not been found yet?!”” Anya shook her head in silence. “”Little sister… the surveillance footage is still being restored, and the signal source is being traced. The tech department hasn’t given us any news.”” And my memories continued to play, At twenty-one, I was sentenced to a year and six months for intentionally causing grievous bodily harm at the police academy. The first thing I did upon my release was break up with Violet, who had come to pick me up. Violet, confused, asked me why, and even said, “”Aaron, everyone’s waiting for you to come home for dinner.”” My disgusted gaze swept over her. “”Ha! Spending another second with those orphans, those kids without a proper upbringing, makes me sick!”” “”I beg you, don’t really think of yourself as a savior, okay? From childhood to now, I’ve absolutely hated your meddling!”” Violet grabbed my arm, her eyes full of urgency, “”Aaron, didn’t you promise you’d marry me a long time ago? What’s wrong with you?”” My face was etched with cruel madness. “”Violet, you’re really shameless. Do you really want to marry the person who killed your dad?”” My words stunned her, and tears instantly filled her eyes. The crowd in front of the sky screen also erupted in a frenzy. “”Beast! Sure enough, dirty blood flows in his veins, he’s ungrateful!”” “”See! Flynn personally admitted to killing old Chief Cohen. Why do good people get no reward, while this beast can get away with murder for so many years, and then kill so many more?!”” “”Chief Cohen worked so hard to raise Flynn, he probably never expected this ingrate to bite him to death, did he?”” At this point, an old man stroked the head of a child next to him and said in a deep voice. “”Child, remember! You must never become a person like that!”” Hearing those words, my heart felt like it was smashed to the ground, torn into pieces, bleeding profusely! At this moment, I realized there was something even more agonizing than being called “”traitorous to one’s master”” and “”disgrace to the police force””— In the eyes of these future generations of the nation, I had become synonymous with crime, a classic example of a negative role model. “”Flynn!”” In the scene replayed, Violet, unable to control her anger any longer, punched the wall, her hand bleeding profusely. I watched this scene, a sudden bitterness welling up in my heart. I trembled, reaching out to touch her hand, but my ghostly form could only pass through her again and again. “”No, no, Violet, can’t you listen to my explanation?”” I shook my head frantically, the sharp pain in my heart making my soul tremble, my eyes burning. Alex watched the blood flowing from her hand, heartbroken, tears streaming down his face. “”I saw Flynn poison Dad back then, but I couldn’t believe he would actually do such a thing. It’s all my fault.”” Anya’s eyes practically spat fire. “”How can you blame yourself for this? Flynn was a wolf in sheep’s clothing! Even I couldn’t see through him!”” Hearing Anya’s heart-wrenching words, I cried out in despair, “”No! It’s not what you think, I…”” Before I could finish, a piercing pain swept over me. I felt a familiar aura around my brain chip, but my head was splitting, and I could only watch helplessly as my memories were torn from my soul. The sky screen changed again, the timeline advancing two years. At twenty-three, I single-handedly stormed into Julian’s territory. Violet, as Julian’s confidante, stood beside her. The crowd immediately erupted, “”Oh my god! Captain Cohen is there too! That useless Flynn wouldn’t betray her, would he? You know Julian’s methods are not just any kind of ruthless!”” “”Exactly! You know, no matter who it is, to successfully go undercover, the price is not just any ordinary big deal. Back then, I heard Captain Cohen even personally tested poisons for this mission.”” Even though everyone knew the outcome, people continued to pray to the sky screen. But the next second, ignoring Violet’s warning glance, I said to Julian, “”I advise you to stop the transaction immediately. The cops are already lying in wait at the door, waiting for you to bring out that shipment!”” “”Because…”” My right hand slowly rose. As Violet’s face dramatically changed, my tone was decisive. “”She, Violet Cohen, is the undercover agent!”” In an instant, the entire place exploded. “”Flynn, that bastard, actually betrayed Captain Cohen! Just to show loyalty to Julian? Did a dog eat his conscience?!”” “”Flynn’s father, Patrick, being caught probably had something to do with Julian too, right? I heard a rumor that Julian was an informant for the organization back then, then betrayed them and rose again with the people Patrick left behind!”” “”Stabbing Patrick in the back and stabbing the police in the back, black on both sides! Those two are truly a perfect match!”” The paused image on the screen began to move again. In the dungeon, Violet’s hands were chained, suspended in mid-air, her wrists raw, bone exposed. She was utterly tortured, more beast than human, as if she’d just been dragged from a pool of blood. Julian watched, chuckling, as I picked up a red-hot branding iron and rolled it fiercely across Violet’s chest. “”Is this your initiation, Mr. Flynn?”” The sound of burning flesh was bone-chilling; soon, it was a bloody mess. I sneered, smashing the bones in Violet’s knees with a hammer, my hand not even trembling. “”Julian, I can give you far more than this!”” With that, the blade in my hand easily pierced Violet’s chest. At the same time, all the viewers in front of the sky screen covered their mouths, Anya’s anger almost squeezed through her clenched teeth. Her eyes red, she spat, “”Flynn! You’re an animal!”” “”Ah—”” With a bloodcurdling scream, Violet’s body slumped to the ground, her breath gone. Julian’s roar scraped against my eardrums like a chilling wind. “”Who told you to kill her?! Dying quickly is too easy for her!”” But Violet was already lifeless. After Julian, as usual, tossed her to the cops as a provocation, I was tied up and punished by a furious Julian. She stuck silver needles one by one into my fingers, forcing me to endure the excruciating pain while fully conscious. The scene was too brutal, and some onlookers couldn’t bear to watch any longer. “”Julian really lives up to her name, ‘Satan.’ Her methods are truly venomous!”” “”If Flynn hadn’t gone easy, Captain Cohen would probably be…”” Alex angrily pointed at the woman who had spoken. “”Gone easy? Are you crazy? If Flynn hadn’t known Violet’s heart was on the right side, she would have died! Don’t forget, Violet’s legs were personally broken by Flynn!”” “”Wait, her heart?!”” Violet’s expression suddenly became odd. Before she could think it through, the sky screen moved again. When Violet clearly saw who the two people on the sky screen were, her eyes widened abruptly. In the image, I dragged Alex by his hair into the dungeon, his body scraping against the rough stone floor, leaving a long trail of blood. Julian sat calmly on the sofa, applauding, a mysterious smile on her lips. “”Interesting, interesting! Flynn, you truly are Patrick’s son! So much like your dad!”” “”If I’m not mistaken, this Alex is supposed to be your brother, right? He just came to advise you to turn yourself in. No need to beat him so badly, is there? Oh, look at his miserable state, even I’m starting to feel a little soft-hearted.”” Under Julian’s playful gaze, I splashed a bucket of salt water over Alex’s head. The intense pain made Alex’s eyes snap open instantly. When he saw me, like a demon before him, he cried out in terror, “”Aaron, what are you… what are you going to do?”” With my back to Julian, I brutally snapped Alex’s arm bone. “”Idiot! Spent too much time with Violet and now you think you’re a savior too? Give it a rest!”” “”Ah—”” Alex let out an even more horrific shriek. The dungeon door opened, and several men approached Alex with evil grins. I waved them over, motioning for the men to take him away. “”Don’t worry, these men will make you feel good and comfortable. Consider it repayment for your ‘kindness’ in trying to save me!”” Julian’s laughter was gleeful. “”This show is truly captivating. I can’t help but applaud your ‘deep’ camaraderie!”” “”Since that’s the case, how about I give you two brothers another grand gift?”” Violet’s eyes were bloodshot as she watched the scene, unable to hold back a mouthful of fresh blood that she coughed out. Alex covered his face, weeping profusely. Anya’s eyes flashed with furious coldness. “”That animal! He actually brought men to…”” My actions completely ignited the anger of the audience. They hurled every vile curse imaginable at me. “”How could he do that?! Just one bullet to kill him is too merciful. I wish I could dig up his corpse and feed it to the dogs!”” The image on the sky screen froze at that moment, and the person sent to search for the whereabouts of my brain chip appeared at the courthouse entrance. He handed the detector to Violet, and my brain chip’s location clearly showed up on the map as being inside the courthouse. Violet’s eyes were filled with shock. “”How dare they show up here?”” “”Damn it! They chose this place to clear Flynn’s name! I’ll risk everything to kill that person!”” Anya’s chest heaved with anger. She looked at the frozen image on the sky screen above the courthouse dome, a ruthless glint in her eyes. Violet, her face ashen, ordered, “”Anya, search inside the courthouse as fast as you can!”” Just as Anya was about to agree, a face appeared on the large screen before her, a face she would never forget in her lifetime. Julian had her men bring in my fourth sister, Lucy. Lucy was the last child Chief Cohen adopted, and she was the most attached to me, besides Violet. More importantly, she was in love with second brother, Alex.

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1 The day after I bought my new car, the brakes failed catastrophically. I was violently thrown from the vehicle, lying on the ground barely clinging to life. My wife, Sienna, rushed to the scene after getting the news. But the first thing she did was snatch the dash cam, completely ignoring my agonizing pleas for help. I was rushed to the hospital, fighting for my life for days, with one critical condition notice after another. During this time, Sienna vanished as if she’d evaporated into thin air. She was nowhere to be seen. Later, doctors confirmed permanent nerve damage. I would spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair, reliant on medication. It was then that I learned Sienna’s beloved crush, Quentin, had won an award for his thesis on brake technology improvement. And I was his so-called “test subject”! The hospital contacted Sienna to inform her of my condition, but she coldly retorted, “Tell him to stop faking it. Quentin’s experiment is perfectly safe; he’s probably just scraped his knee!” … After years of marriage, my wife, Sienna, gave me my first truly expensive gift… a cutting-edge concept car, worth a fortune. Who knew that the very next day, on a winding road, the brakes would fail? No matter what I did, I couldn’t stop it from accelerating wildly. To avoid hitting innocent people, I had no choice but to swerve hard and crash into the mountainside. Just as I was about to hit, Sienna called. I answered, and with a heavy heart, said goodbye to her. “Where are you?!” she cried, frantic. At the time, I was relieved, thinking she was worried about my safety. But later, I realized that wasn’t it at all. I told her the address. The moment I finished the last word, the car slammed into the mountain, and I was thrown out. Luckily, there was a dense thicket of bushes nearby. With something to cushion the impact, I didn’t hit the mountainside directly. But I heard the sound of my entire body’s joints shattering. A gash on my head bled profusely, obscuring my vision. I couldn’t see what was happening in front of me, only feeling a car pull up on this rarely traveled road. I cried for help, a weak whisper of “Help me!” That’s when I saw a familiar figure. It was my wife, Sienna. But after getting out of the car, she walked straight towards my vehicle, which was already starting to smoke. I thought she was coming to save me. I was even worried about her safety, desperately throwing pebbles, afraid the car would explode. But she stubbornly pried open the car door with a tool and got in. At that moment, my tears and blood mixed, and seeing her actions, I assumed she was trying to rescue me. However, after she retrieved the dash cam, she walked over and glanced at me. In that instant, her eyes were chillingly indifferent. “Sienna! Save me… save me…” She merely said to me, coldly, “Quentin’s waiting for the brake test results. I don’t have time to help you. You won’t die anyway, just bear with it.” Then, her car drove off. And on that remote mountain road, it was a full half-hour before anyone discovered me. By the time I was rushed to the hospital, my brain had been deprived of blood for a long time, and I had broken bones and fractures throughout my entire body. The doctor urgently called out, asking if there were any family members. “Family! Quickly notify his family, his condition is too severe, it’s very likely… he won’t make it.” A young nurse frantically searched through my belongings for any contact information. She unlocked my phone with my fingerprint and found the top-pinned contact. She dialed. That familiar voice answered, and after less than thirty seconds, she just snapped, “Aren’t you annoying? I told you I’m busy. Go home by yourself after the hospital, don’t bother me.” The call was hung up. Everyone exchanged bewildered glances… The young nurse dialed again, but the call was immediately disconnected. I don’t know how it was eventually resolved, but until I was wheeled into the operating room, I never saw Sienna. 2 “This patient is so unfortunate. How many days has he been hospitalized? He’s been resuscitated several times, but there’s not a single family member here.” “The hospital even covered his medical expenses.” “Poor guy. They say he’s facing paralysis; his nerves are damaged.” The nurse spoke as she changed my dressing. My body was almost entirely fitted with steel pins to fix the shattered bones, and I couldn’t move at all. I could even smell a gradually unpleasant odor coming from myself. The nurse patiently helped me change my adult diaper. I nodded, wanting to thank her, but the words wouldn’t come out. The young nurse quickly said, “Don’t talk, don’t strain your wounds. Don’t be embarrassed, we’re all taking care of everyone in this critical care ward. I’ll be happy as long as you recover and get discharged.” She smiled and left. It was visiting hours for the critical care ward. Family members outside walked in an orderly fashion. Almost every room had a family member accompanying the patient, except mine. The head nurse watched from a distance, and I heard her ask the nurse, “His parents are apparently gone, and he only has a wife. You said for so many days, we couldn’t even reach her.” “We finally got through, but she kept hanging up.” By now, I couldn’t shed another tear. My entire body ached to death. Just then, my test results came back. The doctor walked over with a grave expression. “Mr. Jiang, I have some bad news for you.” My eyes were fixed on the doctor. I had already guessed, but couldn’t quite believe it. When she personally said there was an eighty percent chance of permanent nerve damage, rendering me unable to walk and requiring lifelong medication and a wheelchair, I broke down. “We still need to call your wife to inform her; this is a very serious matter.” She personally dialed Sienna’s number on her own phone. The moment the call connected, it wasn’t Sienna’s voice that answered. “Is that brother-in-law? I won an award today, and Sienna threw a party for me. She drank too much, so she’s not coming home. She’s resting at my place. Don’t call anymore, Sienna says you annoy her.” He chuckled after saying that. “Goodnight, brother-in-law. Get some sleep, don’t get yourself worked up.” The instant he hung up, the head nurse was already cursing under her breath. I tried to move my fingers, to tell them there was one more person they could contact. They finally noticed when I knocked the medicine box beside my bed onto the floor. They handed me my phone. I laboriously slid my finger, found that number, and as the head nurse dialed, my body trembled uncontrollably. I didn’t know if she would still answer my call, or if she even remembered me. “What’s wrong?” A voice answered. The head nurse skillfully explained the situation. The other party immediately sounded anxious. “Thank you so much. I’ll buy the next available flight and try to arrive by midnight.” The moment the call ended, my heart finally settled. Until midnight, the head nurse and the nurse taking care of me waited for that person. But after a long wait, no one appeared. Just when I thought I was going to be abandoned again, someone rushed in, looking disheveled. “Hello! I’m Jean, Ethan’s sister. How is he doing now?” The head nurse, seeing her striking resemblance to me, quickly said, “Not well. He’s inside. We’ll take you in.” The moment my sister saw me, her eyes turned red. For twenty whole years, after our parents divorced, I hadn’t seen my sister. Even when our parents passed away, we each handled our own funerals. The first time she called me was when I got married. She prepared a lavish dowry for me but didn’t attend the wedding. I once thought she didn’t want to acknowledge me as her brother. But I never expected her to rush here by plane from out of town when I was injured and close to death. 3 “Where’s his wife?” When Jean asked that question, everyone present fell silent. Until the head nurse, with a voice full of indignation, said, “Even when we reached her, she wouldn’t come. She thought the patient was faking it…” My sister didn’t speak, but her clenched fists and trembling body told me of her anger. That night, she signed countless critical condition notices, watching me being resuscitated again and again, powerless, she could only press her face against the glass window. The last time I was wheeled out of the operating room, she stared at me for a long time. “It’s okay. Sister has money. I’ll do everything I can to cure you.” My sister ran up and down, contacting the best doctors for me, arranging expert consultations, and even preparing to sell her house to pay for my treatment. That night, I experienced multi-organ failure, leading to a massive emergency resuscitation by the entire department. After twelve hours of surgery, I saw my wife, Sienna, for the first time. She walked past me, arm-in-arm with Quentin. Quentin even glanced at me and said, “He’s practically dead, isn’t he? Still trying to save him?” Sienna tugged at him, quickly covering his eyes. “Don’t look at such unpleasant things, it’ll affect you. Right now, what’s important is getting Ethan’s injury data to complete your report.” “You’re the best, Senior Sister! If you hadn’t volunteered to let your husband be my data test subject, I might not have graduated with my doctorate.” Data test subject? When I was wheeled into the critical care ward, Sienna was asking the nurse about my room. “The one admitted for a car accident, Ethan Jiang. His injuries shouldn’t be serious. Which room is he in?” The nurse glanced at her. “Are you the patient’s…?” “I’m his wife…” As her words fell, the nurse pointed to me, who had just come out of a 12-hour surgery. “That’s him… the one just out of surgery, that’s your husband.” “What?!” She looked utterly incredulous. The facts were undeniable, yet Quentin put his arm around my wife and said, “Is brother-in-law really faking it so convincingly?” Sienna still seemed a bit nervous, but she quickly pulled Quentin away and left, still without visiting me. Thanks to my sister’s persistence, my condition improved. The day I was moved out of the critical care ward, I could already sit up in bed. The experts my sister hired were truly skilled. I smiled, praising them. My phone, however, kept buzzing. When I opened it, it was flooded with news about Quentin winning an award for his brake system test. Because of the success of his experiment, which advanced car safety, he was lauded by major media outlets. In one interview, a reporter asked, “Such large-scale tests require real human test subjects. Traditionally, it’s usually the researchers themselves, or their family and friends, and it often comes with a great cost. Therefore, those willing to be test subjects usually have a very close relationship with the researcher. Mr. Quentin, your test subject…” Quentin looked at Sienna, who was sitting below. “My test subject loves me very much.” At that moment, the room erupted. And today was Quentin’s award ceremony, a grand affair at the city’s central performing arts center. I checked the time, opened the cloud backup of my dash cam footage on my phone, and called the police. “Hello, I suspect Mr. Quentin and Ms. Sienna are involved in attempted murder.” 4 The moment I hung up, I felt the fire in my heart hadn’t extinguished at all. By now, I was basically certain that I was the test subject for Quentin’s experiment, and without my knowledge, Sienna and Quentin had swapped out my car’s brakes. The day after I got the car, Sienna asked me to run an errand for her, specifically picking that little-traveled road. That’s why she was able to arrive so quickly after my accident. It meant she had been following not far behind, calculating the data. So, I unknowingly became a sacrifice. And I no longer had legal guardians in name; only she, my wife, had the right to decide my fate. Whatever happened seemed to have no impact on Quentin. She was truly considerate. After understanding all this, my hands trembled uncontrollably. My sister, Jean, came in with food. “The doctor said you can have a small amount of liquid food, so I bought some for you. Eat up.” She carefully blew on it to cool it, then repeatedly checked to make sure it wouldn’t burn me before giving it to me. Just as I finished eating, Jean was wiping my mouth when Sienna’s sharp voice cut through the air. “Ethan! I knew why you wouldn’t leave the hospital! Turns out you have another woman taking care of you here. Who is she?!” Sienna hadn’t shown up until now, and her first appearance was to spread rumors. Behind her, Quentin followed, looking like he’d been crying. The two of them stormed over. Sienna grabbed my wrist and demanded, “Did you call the police on us?” “Go explain everything to the police right now!” Behind the two of them, not only were there police officers, but also several reporters. After all, Quentin’s project was huge this time, attracting a lot of attention, and I called the police during his award ceremony. Seeing how quickly they arrived at the hospital, they must have been desperate to clear Quentin’s name. Sienna, clutching my arm, whispered in my ear, “Ethan, this experiment is very important to Quentin. Just say you filed a false report out of jealousy and help him out this once. I’ll remember this good deed of yours, and I’ll treat you well in the future.” Treat me well? I’d heard that phrase too many times, from our marriage until now, every time she made a mistake, it was that same line. At first, I was young and thought she had time to change, but now I wasn’t that fool anymore. I ignored her words. Sienna, however, was confident I would obey. She said confidently to the police, “I told you, my husband was just unhappy and deliberately filed a false report. We’ve certainly wasted your time, and I apologize on his behalf.” The reporters whispered amongst themselves. Quentin proudly said, “Brother-in-law, you can’t just be jealous of me because you haven’t achieved anything, can you? This time, I can’t let it go for Senior Sister’s sake. You must apologize to me.” As he spoke, the police officers’ expressions turned grim. “Mr. Jiang, if you really just filed a false report as a joke, it constitutes an illegal act and could result in administrative detention. Are you sure?” When the police asked, Sienna immediately interjected, “Yes, I’m sure! But seeing as he’s still seriously ill, can’t you postpone the enforcement for a few days?” Hearing her words, my sister kept looking at me, wanting to know my opinion. I spoke directly. “I didn’t file a false report. I have evidence.” At that moment, Quentin, who had initially been condescendingly badmouthing me to the reporters, instantly turned his head to look at me, his eyes wide with surprise. “What nonsense are you talking?!” Sienna said. “You’re the one talking nonsense,” my sister yelled at her. At this, Sienna suddenly found her voice. “Everyone, my husband must want to be with this other woman, that’s why he’s deliberately trying to get me locked up. This must be fake, even if there’s evidence, it’s fabricated, you can’t believe it.” I smiled helplessly and said to her, “Take a closer look… This is my real sister, Jean, the one who left with my father, the one I told you about!”

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I gently touched my flat stomach, my gaze turning ice-cold as it landed on the man standing in front of me. A man I had known for seven years, who now felt like a total stranger. Nate had just returned from his corporate deployment in Colombia, but he didn’t come back alone. Standing right beside him was a heavily pregnant woman with a deep, sun-baked tan. His eyes darted everywhere, terrified to meet my gaze. His voice dripped with pathetic guilt. “Avery, it was the booze. I swear to you. I had way too much to drink that night, and I made a massive mistake.” “Her name is Jessica. She was my local translator down in Bogota. She helped me out of some really dangerous spots during the project. Letting her keep this baby is just giving her a lifeline.” “Don’t panic, okay? You and I are still getting married. Once the baby is born, I’ll send her straight back to South America.” “The kid is innocent, Ave. You wouldn’t want me to be a deadbeat dad, right?” He practically begged, trying to paint his betrayal as some noble sacrifice. The very last shred of hope in my chest shattered into dust. I let out a dry, mocking laugh and gave him a single, emotionless nod. “Okay.” I turned my back on them, pulled out my phone, and scrolled down to a number I hadn’t called in a very long time. “Let’s get married,” I said the second the call connected. 1. Nate looked entirely too guilty to even glance in my direction. Jessica stood close to him, her fingers nervously twisting the fabric of his expensive suit sleeve. She played the part of a terrified victim perfectly, but the look she shot me over his shoulder held a sickening flash of absolute triumph. Nate was still rambling, desperately trying to justify the nightmare he brought into my home. “You have to understand, the slums where Jessica grew up are brutal.” “She saved my life down there, Avery. I couldn’t just leave her pregnant with my flesh and blood, living in fear in a place like that.” My heart didn’t even ache anymore. It had gone entirely numb. Before this deployment, we had been planning our wedding. I had waited for him to come home so we could finally pick a venue. Now, his words felt like a backhand across my face. A sharp cramp twisted low in my abdomen. I looked down, hiding the agonizing pain in my eyes. I was hiding my own poorly timed secret, too. The lab results confirming I was three months pregnant were sitting right inside my designer purse. I had practically been vibrating with joy this morning, counting down the seconds until I could tell Nate he was going to be a father. Clearly, that conversation was never going to happen. A bitter smile touched my lips as I looked at Nate’s pleading face. I slowly nodded. If this was how it was going to be, then I didn’t want this man anymore. He was garbage, and I was throwing him out. Nate was so wrapped up in the relief of my apparent agreement that he immediately turned to comfort Jessica. His voice was sickeningly sweet. “See? Don’t be scared. I told you Avery is the kindest, most reasonable woman in the world.” He completely missed the absolute zero-degree blizzard raging in my eyes. Listening to him praise my “kindness” made my blood run freezing cold. Looking at them, they looked like the real couple. I was just the extra. I turned on my heel and walked out the door in total silence, pressing the phone to my ear. The line picked up on the second ring. Rowan’s voice filtered through the speaker. He still had that same lazy, arrogant drawl from our childhood. But the moment he heard my voice, he went dead silent. When he finally spoke again, his normally smooth tone was actually trembling. “Avery. Are you dead serious right now?” His words rushed out in a frantic blur, as if giving me a second to breathe would make me take it all back. “No takebacks, Ave. It’s done.” “I’m booking the next flight out of London. Wait for me.” The line went dead with a soft click. Staring at the disconnected screen, the tight knot between my eyebrows finally relaxed. But the cynical laughter bubbling up in my chest only grew louder. I had been with Nate for seven grueling years. Every single time I brought up marriage, he brushed me off. He said he needed to establish his career first. He said we needed more money. Earlier this year, I practically handed him a million-dollar contract on a silver platter. He finally bought a ring. He finally proposed. And then, three months in South America was all it took to destroy everything. Yet, there was another man. A man who only needed three words from me to drop his entire life on another continent and fly home. I shook my head, pushed open the heavy glass doors of the building, and headed straight for the hospital. 2. The doctor stared at my charts, her brow heavily furrowed. “Ms. Davis, are you absolutely certain about this?” “Given your medical history, a successful pregnancy is a miracle. Are you really sure you want to terminate?” A ghost of a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth. I had spent my entire twenties building Nate’s empire alongside him. I had entertained his clients, drank myself sick to close his deals, and run my own health straight into the ground. My body was wrecked. The older I got, the harder it became to conceive. This baby was a complete surprise, but it was a surprise I had prayed for in secret for years. Meeting the doctor’s tragic, sympathetic gaze, I simply closed my eyes and gave a firm nod. The procedure was quick. By the time I walked out of the recovery wing, my face was as white as a sheet of paper. I was taking slow, agonizing steps toward the main lobby exit when I turned a corner and walked right into Nate and Jessica. Nate was so hyper-focused on his new pregnant girlfriend that he didn’t even look where he was going. He slammed his shoulder hard into mine, sending me crashing onto the hard linoleum floor. A sharp cry ripped from my throat. A cold sweat immediately broke out across my forehead as raw pain shot through my recovering body. Hearing my voice, Nate finally snapped his head down. Shock and panic flooded his face. He lunged forward and tried to haul me up by my arms. “Avery? What the hell are you doing at the hospital?” “Are you okay?” I ripped my arms out of his grip. I opened my mouth to tell him to back off, but Jessica beat me to it. She suddenly grabbed her stomach and let out a bloodcurdling shriek. “Nate! Oh my god, my baby! My stomach hurts so bad!” All the color drained from Nate’s face in an instant. His panic over me vanished, entirely replaced by a terrifying, protective rage. “Avery, did you do this on purpose?” he roared. Jessica gripped Nate’s sleeve, big fat tears rolling down her cheeks. “Nate, what if something happens to our baby? I’m so scared!” Nate shot me a look so full of venom it actually took my breath away. He scooped Jessica up into his arms, shoved me back down to the floor with his boot, and sprinted down the hall toward the emergency clinic. Before he disappeared, he threw one last threat over his shoulder. “If anything happens to my kid, Avery, I swear to God I will make you pay!” I sat collapsed on the freezing hospital floor. Passersby stopped and stared at me in pity, rushing over to help me stand. A hollow, miserable laugh escaped my lips. I thanked the strangers, ignored their sympathetic whispers, and dragged my broken body out of the building like a walking joke. 3. The second I dragged myself into our apartment, my legs gave out. I collapsed into bed and fell into a dark, feverish sleep. I had no idea how many hours passed before large, rough hands started shaking my shoulders. Nate stood over my bed, looking entirely too self-righteous. “You’ve been home this whole time? I’ve been shouting your name from the foyer. Are you deaf?” I swallowed down the wave of nausea and forced myself to sit up, glaring right at him. “I need to rest. What do you want, Nate?” He shifted his weight, looking the tiniest bit uncomfortable. “Do you have any idea how reckless you were today?” “Thank God Jessica is fine. The doctor said she just needs strict bed rest.” I had zero energy to deal with his delusions. I turned my back on him and pulled the covers up, ready to go back to sleep. But Nate wasn’t done. He stepped closer, his voice rising in demand. “Jessica is coming here to recover.” “She doesn’t know a single soul in this country. She needs someone to look after her 24/7 right now.” “You’re a great cook, Ave. You can make her those organic meals and help build her strength back up.” My lungs completely locked up. I was suddenly seized by a violent fit of coughing. Watching me choke on air, Nate didn’t show a single ounce of pity. Instead, he just started barking orders. “The master bedroom has the best lighting and the most space. It’s perfect for a pregnant woman. Clean your stuff out and give it to Jessica.” I swallowed the bitter taste of bile burning in my throat. My voice came out like cracked ice. “And where exactly am I supposed to sleep?” Nate waved his hand like I was being ridiculous. “What about the guest quarters down by the laundry room? Just take the maid’s bed.” “It’s not forever, Ave. Just until she pops the kid out. Be reasonable.” 4. I stared at the face of the man I had worshipped for seven years. His handsome features, the ones I used to trace with my fingers while he slept, suddenly looked twisted, hideous, and pathetic. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I started laughing. I laughed so hard my ribs screamed and hot tears spilled down my cheeks. Seeing my manic reaction, Nate’s ego took a hit. His tone turned instantly aggressive. “Avery, we already talked about this! I told you she was keeping the kid!” “You literally agreed to this this morning! What the hell is this psychotic act for?” My laughter died instantly. I violently wiped the tears from my face. Before I could tear into him, the bedroom door slowly pushed open. Jessica stood in the doorway, trembling like a frightened doe. Her English was heavily accented, dripping with fake, sickening concern. “Nate, please. You cannot fight with Avery because of me.” “If my baby brings you trouble, I will pack my bags right now.” Her voice cracked with perfect theatrical timing. “I can go back to the slums. It is okay. I am used to suffering.” Her manipulative little speech worked like absolute magic. Nate’s face flushed dark red with furious protective instinct. “Avery, knock it off right now!” he screamed at me. “I made a mistake! A mistake literally any guy would make if he was lonely enough!” “I already promised I’d put a ring on your finger! But Jessica and this baby are my responsibility too!” “What do you want from me? Do you want me to be a garbage human being who abandons his own child?” The words I was about to scream at him died in the back of my throat. I was staring at a monster I didn’t even recognize. Taking my silence as submission, Nate puffed his chest out with arrogant pride. He pulled Jessica into his arms, petting her hair and lowering his voice to a gentle purr. “Didn’t the doctor tell you to stay off your feet? Go rest in the living room. I’ll handle things in here.” Jessica looked up at him with wide, worshipful eyes. “I trust you, Nate. You are my hero. I just hate seeing Avery so mad at you.” He gently kissed the top of her head. The intimacy of it made my stomach violently revolt. I couldn’t stand the sight of them for one more second. I threw the blankets off and walked right past them toward the door. But Jessica’s shrill voice stopped me in my tracks. “Avery, wait. You should take this.” 5. Jessica walked over to my bedside table and picked up a silver picture frame. It was the photo from the night Nate proposed. In the picture, I was crying tears of pure joy, and Nate was looking at me like I hung the moon and the stars. Jessica held the frame out to me, taking slow, deliberate steps in my direction. The terrified act was gone. Her lips curved into an incredibly wicked, mocking smirk. I took a step back, totally disgusted by the thought of her touching me. Suddenly, she let go. The heavy silver frame crashed onto the hardwood floor. The glass shattered into a hundred jagged pieces. Before I could even blink, Jessica threw herself backward and let out a blood-chilling scream. “Avery, if you hate me, just hit me! Do whatever you want to me once I deliver!” “Why would you try to hurt my baby?!” I stared down at her miserable acting routine, a cold smirk forming on my own lips. But Nate was completely blind. He charged into the room like a rabid dog. He grabbed the collar of my silk pajama shirt, twisting the fabric so tight it choked me. “Avery, you vindictive bitch! Are you out of your mind?!” “How can you be so evil? She’s carrying my child!” I clawed at his hands, trying to breathe, but his grip was like iron. Down on the floor, Jessica clutched her perfectly fine stomach, wailing at the ceiling. “Avery, I swear I didn’t mean to steal him. We were just so drunk.” “I don’t want your man. I’m leaving the second the baby is born.” “But this baby is an innocent soul. Please, don’t punish an unborn child for our sins!” Hearing her hysterical crying pushed Nate over the edge. His face contorted with absolute hatred. He shoved me backward with all his strength. He aimed right for my stomach. I crashed backward, hitting the sharp corner of the vanity before crumpling to the floor. The surgical pain flared up so bright and hot I folded perfectly in half, unable to breathe, let alone speak. Nate simply bent down, scooped his mistress off the floor, and glared down at me with supreme disgust. “Don’t act like a victim, Avery. I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine.” “What is this pathetic little act anyway? Are you going to pretend you’re pregnant too?” He sneered, his lip curling up. “If you have a problem, take it up with me. Keep your filthy hands off Jessica and my kid.” He turned on his heel and carried her out of the room without looking back once. His heavy boots crunched right over our shattered engagement photo, grinding the memory into the floorboards. Covered in a layer of cold sweat, I reached out a shaking hand and pulled the torn photograph from the glass. When Nate had proposed, he had sworn on his life that he would never betray me. He had looked at me with such fierce, unshakable devotion. Just minutes ago, those exact same eyes had looked at me like I was radioactive trash. Without a single drop of hesitation, I ripped the photograph down the middle. The love was dead. Keeping this stupid piece of paper would only infect the rest of my life. 6. It took a long time for the agonizing fire in my pelvis to fade. I dragged myself off the floor, took a scalding hot shower to wash away the sticky sweat, and began violently throwing things into my suitcases. This penthouse was supposed to be our marital home. I had poured my soul into this place, turning an empty glass box into a warm, inviting sanctuary for our future family. Now, the walls felt like the jaws of a beast trying to swallow me whole. I threw out the customized artwork we made together. I trashed the matching mugs. I threw away every single thing that had his fingerprints on it. By the time I was down to just my basic clothes and my passport, I was panting, completely exhausted. Just as I zipped up my final piece of luggage, the front door clicked open. Nate had taken Jessica for a walk. They stepped into the master bedroom. Nate took one look at the completely barren room, paused, and then nodded with a huge, satisfied grin. “I knew you’d come to your senses, Ave.” “This is perfect actually. Jessica didn’t really like your taste in bedding anyway. We’ll just buy everything brand new.” My jaw practically hit the floor. I stared at him, utterly stunned by his sheer, sociopathic audacity. My body was too weak to even scream at him. I simply turned around and grabbed the handle of my suitcase. Nate immediately stepped in my way, blocking the door. “Hey, make that seafood risotto you’re so good at. Jessica is starving.” “You can finish organizing your little maid’s room later. Pregnant women need to eat constantly to keep their blood sugar up.” “Whatever. You’ve never been pregnant, so you wouldn’t get it anyway.” “Just get in the kitchen.” Even knowing I was leaving him, hearing him casually dismiss my fertility felt like a knife twisting straight into my ribs. I stared blankly down at my own two hands. Before I met Nate, I didn’t even know how to boil water. I was a spoiled rich girl who ordered takeout every night. But Nate loved home-cooked meals, so I spent months burning my fingers and chopping my own skin just to learn how to feed him. A hollow chuckle escaped my throat. I didn’t bother arguing. I pulled my purse over my shoulder and stood up straight. Nate was horribly impatient. He shoved my shoulder, physically pushing me toward the staircase. “Come on, move. This is your duty now.” “Thank God Jessica is built tough. If she was fragile, she would have lost the baby with all the times you’ve attacked her today.” 7. Jessica hovered safely behind Nate’s broad shoulders, playing the traumatized victim to perfection. Hearing him defend her, she peeked her head out timidly. “Avery, please don’t be mad. I promise I’m not trying to take your place.” I stared at her with dead, shark-like eyes. She rested a hand on her swollen belly. Her voice was sugar-sweet, but the glare she shot me was pure poison. “I really appreciate you cooking for me, Avery. I hate being a burden, but the baby is just growing so fast.” I rolled my eyes at her absolute garbage acting. But Nate bought it hook, line, and sinker. He practically melted. “You are so brave, Jess. Seriously.” “Avery understands. She’s not holding a grudge.” My stomach did a violent flip. I clamped a hand over my mouth to keep from vomiting, shoved past them, and walked straight for the top of the stairs. Seeing me completely ignore his authority, Nate’s fragile male ego snapped. He roared my name down the hallway. “Avery Davis, what the actual hell is your problem?!” “I told you I let your little temper tantrum slide! I forgave you for assaulting my pregnant girlfriend!” “Why are you still walking around with that miserable dead look on your face?!” He lunged forward to grab my arm and drag me back. But Jessica beat him to it. She closed the distance and clamped her hand around my wrist like a vice. “Avery, are you still punishing me?” “I’ll get on my knees and apologize, okay? Just talk to us!” Her grip was brutal. I felt her sharp acrylic nails bite deep into the tender flesh of my inner arm. The sharp pain triggered my survival instinct. I violently yanked my arm back with everything I had left in the tank. The momentum threw my balance completely off. My foot slipped on the slick hardwood edge of the top step. Gravity ripped me backward. I tumbled down the long marble staircase, my bones cracking against the stone over and over again. The last thing I saw was the ceiling spinning wildly before everything went pitch black. 8. When I finally dragged my heavy eyelids open, I was blinded by fluorescent lights and assaulted by the sterile stench of bleach. The private hospital room was entirely empty. I stared blankly at the ceiling tiles, my brain thick and sluggish with painkillers, trying to piece together how I survived. The heavy door clicked open. Nate strolled into the room. He looked incredibly annoyed, completely devoid of any real concern. “You awake?” I slowly turned my head away, offering him the side of my face. Nate walked over and tried to grab my hand. I ripped it away like his skin was made of acid. “Come on, Ave. You tripped and fell like an idiot, but the doctors say nothing is broken. Stop being so dramatic.” When I continued to treat him like empty air, his irritation spiked into outright anger. “What, are you going to run around telling people Jessica pushed you?” He scoffed, his face twisting into an ugly sneer. “You are acting completely insane. If Jessica hadn’t begged me to go easy on you, and if you hadn’t taken that spill down the stairs, I would have dumped you on the street for what you did.” But it was his next sentence that truly gutted me. “You’ve been incredibly hostile to Jess. So, to make up for it, we made a decision.” “When Jessica’s kid is born, we’re putting your name on the birth certificate as the mother.” “It’s a win-win. You finally get to live out your little fantasy of being a mom.” “Since you clearly can’t give me a kid of your own.” I had spent countless nights lying on Nate’s chest, whispering about the names we would give our future babies. We had picked out nursery colors. We had built a whole imaginary life. And now, he was pouring battery acid directly into my open wounds. I closed my eyes. My heart rate stayed perfectly flat. My voice came out dead and calm. “We are done, Nate. The engagement is over.” 9. Nate reacted like I had just punched him in the throat. “Over?” “Avery, what fresh hell is this?!” “Stop acting like a psychotic child!” He scrubbed his hands aggressively over his face, pacing the side of the bed. “You’re almost thirty, Avery! Who the hell else is going to put up with you?” “Jessica is literally giving you her baby as a gift! You should be on your knees thanking her!” A dark, incredibly twisted smile slowly spread across my face. I looked him dead in the eye and enunciated every single word. “I don’t want your bastard kid, Nate.” Nate’s jaw dropped. He looked utterly paralyzed, opening his mouth to scream at me again. But a nurse suddenly burst into the room, out of breath. “Sir! Where is the family for Jessica? Her blood pressure is spiking!” Nate’s anger vanished. Panic washed over his features. He spun toward the door but pointed a shaking finger at me. “This is all your fault! You caused this stress! You owe her, Avery!” My smile only grew wider and colder. I hadn’t missed the tiny, victorious smirk Jessica shot me right as I was tumbling down those stairs. I watched his desperate, pathetic back disappear into the hallway and let out a genuine laugh. I closed my eyes, letting the quiet of the room sink in. A few minutes later, the door clicked open again. A familiar, deep voice echoed in the room. “Jesus, Avery. I leave you alone for one day and you end up looking like a car wreck.”

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Trapped at home by a raging storm, a familiar cramp seized my stomach – my period had arrived unexpectedly early. I pushed through the discomfort, heading to the utility closet. My plan was to grab the pads and pain relief tea I’d stashed away, but when I pulled open the door, I froze. The shelves were bare, completely empty. A million questions flooded my mind, wondering where everything had vanished to, when my phone buzzed with a notification. It was a social media post from Lily, Liam’s childhood friend. The photo showed her beaming, clutching an entire unopened box of sanitary pads and a pack of pain relief tea. The caption read: “So grateful to my amazing ‘big brother’ for bringing warmth and comfort just when I needed it most! Seriously a lifesaver!” Below that, she’d added: “Ladies, if anyone needs supplies, just message me! These are free to a good home!” 1 I stared at that post for what felt like an eternity. I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Why was it that every single time she and I needed help, he always, without fail, prioritized her? It wasn’t until two hours later, when he returned with the empty cardboard box, that I finally snapped out of my daze. He saw me sitting motionless on the sofa and frowned, a hint of annoyance in his expression. “It’s already dinner time. Why haven’t you cooked anything?” I ignored his question, meeting his gaze directly. “Did you see the message I sent you?” After realizing my period had started, and all my supplies were gone, I’d messaged him, asking if he’d moved them somewhere else. He’d never replied. I waited a long time, assuming he was busy. It was only when I accidentally clicked on my social media feed that I discovered, in this critical moment, he’d given all my pads to Lily. And together, they had “selflessly” given away my belongings to people in need. “Yeah, I saw it. So what? You had so much stashed away, you wouldn’t use it all at once. This is an emergency, everyone’s stuck inside. What’s wrong with giving things you don’t immediately need to people who do?” His face was etched with impatience, and I suddenly felt utterly exhausted. The dull ache in my lower abdomen sharpened into an agonizing cramp. If it weren’t for the leftover pads from last month in the bathroom, I truly wouldn’t know what to do. Clutching my throbbing belly, my face pale, I told him, “My period started. You need to figure something out and get me some back.” A peculiar expression flickered across Liam’s face. “Grace, you’re unbelievable. Everyone else has their period, and now you do too? Can’t you be more understanding, like Lily? She knows how to help people in need, why are you so selfish?” Selfish? Me? Last month, when I stocked up during the big sale, Lily had seen me carrying a large box of pads. Shamelessly, she’d looped her arm through his and scoffed, “Big brother, your girlfriend’s demand is huge! Only you could handle someone like that.” She’d yelled it out in public, without a shred of decency. I’d gotten angry and told her to shut up. But she just kept on, “Oh, look, your girlfriend’s all flustered!” Liam looked helpless, but instead of stopping her, he’d adopted a magnanimous air and told me, “Lily’s just boisterous, her heart’s in the right place. Don’t take it to heart.” I looked at Liam, whose eyes were now tinged with a faint anger, and said flatly, “Liam, let’s break up.” “What did you say?” Liam’s eyes widened in disbelief, a ridiculous expression on his face. “Grace, you’re breaking up with me just because I gave Lily some pads?” “Yes, I…” Before I could finish, there was a knock at the door. Lily’s cheerful, bright voice drifted in from the hallway. “Big brother, what good food are you making in there? Hurry up and invite your old man in for a taste!” Before we could even open the door, she’d casually entered the security code and walked right in. Seeing the tense atmosphere, the smile on her face quickly faded. “Big brother, did you upset Gracie? I told you before, women get angry easily! Whether it’s your fault or not, you have to apologize right away!” 2 Hearing her words, it felt like a needle had pierced my heart. Liam and I had been together for three years. Every time we argued, I was always the first to back down. I didn’t want trivial things to harm our relationship. But half a year ago, when Lily returned from studying abroad, after our arguments, he started to apologize and try to cheer me up. I thought he’d finally grown up. But it turns out, his apologies were because he’d listened to Lily. Yet, before that, I’d cried and asked him, “Can’t you just try to comfort me?” He’d looked annoyed and retorted, “It’s not my fault, why should I apologize or comfort you?” Just like now, hearing Lily’s words, he frowned deeply and retorted coldly, “I didn’t do anything wrong. Why should I apologize?” Then, his gaze fell on me, tinged with a slight disappointment. “Grace, why do you always compare yourself to Lily?” “Last time she was in a car accident and hospitalized, and suddenly you said you were in a car accident too. This time her period started, and now yours has too? Can’t you think before you lie? Is playing the same trick over and over fun?” Half a month ago, when Lily called him crying late at night about a car accident, Liam and I were still out shopping. When he got her call, his expression instantly tensed. He said, “Lily needs me right now. You go home first, I’m going to check on her.” Then, ignoring my pleas for him to stay, he turned and quickly left. He didn’t know that shortly after he left, two rough-looking guys emerged from an alley. They held me up with knives. In my fear, I gave them everything in my bag. But they thought it wasn’t enough, and their lewd gazes fell on me, trying to drag me into the deserted alley. Filled with terror, I struggled with all my might. I finally managed to break free and ran, only to collide with an oncoming car. Luckily, the driver stopped in time, and I only suffered a minor concussion. As I stumbled out of the observation room, feeling dizzy, I saw a familiar back carrying a lightly scraped Lily out of the hospital. When I got home, I told him I’d been in a car accident and wasn’t feeling well. But he looked at me with a strange, distant gaze. “Lily had a car accident, and you had one too? What a coincidence. Grace, there’s a limit to how much you can sensationalize things.” Even now, he still didn’t believe me, thinking I’d lied to get his attention. Before, I would have tried to defend myself. Now, I just felt tired. I quietly watched him. Before I could speak, Lily said with a look of sudden realization, “Oh, so you’re arguing about the pads! Gracie, you should have said something sooner. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have given all the extra ones to the neighbors.” “I only have enough for myself right now. If you want some, I’ll go get them for you right away. Just don’t be mad at Liam.” Hearing that, I was unexpectedly infuriated. All those things were mine. How did they become hers in her mouth? And she was offering to “bestow” them upon me? “Those were originally mine. If you want to return them, return all of them to me.” Liam looked at me disapprovingly, his eyes full of accusation. “You know perfectly well those things were given to the neighbors. How is Lily supposed to give them back to you? You’re clearly trying to make things difficult for her!” “If she can’t return them, then pay me back the original price.” I silently opened my payment QR code and handed it to her. “That’s three hundred and twenty dollars in total. If you don’t believe me, I have the receipt. Do you want to see it?” 3 A flicker of anger crossed Liam’s eyes, and he said in a low voice, “Grace, I think you’ve lost your mind! You’d better stop this, don’t keep acting out!” With that, he took Lily and walked out of the house without looking back. But if he’d had even a sliver of concern for me, he would have noticed the bloodstain spreading on the sofa where I sat. I endured the cramping pain in my lower abdomen, trembling as I stood up. The tears I’d been holding back in my eyes silently streamed down my face. The habit of stocking up on pads was something Liam had taught me. The year we first got together, he was away on a business trip, and my period started unexpectedly. I sat alone in the bathroom, remembering the days my mom would make me use toilet paper because she couldn’t afford pads. I had no choice but to improvise with paper again. That time, I got a serious infection. When Liam found out, he was both angry and heartbroken. His eyes red, he told me, “Next time something like this happens, you have to tell me. Grace, you’re not alone anymore, you have me.” From then on, even if I forgot to keep some at home, he would regularly buy them for me. I hadn’t understood before. Why, after Lily came back, everything changed. Now, I finally understood. In his heart, I would always be second to Lily. After Liam left, he had nowhere else to go. So he stayed at Lily’s place. That night, lying in bed, I was about to tell my best friend about breaking up with Liam, when I accidentally clicked on Lily’s social media. She had updated her status three minutes ago. The photo showed Liam, wearing a Pikachu apron, busy in her kitchen. I couldn’t hear what she said, but he turned and smiled in response. His gentle, relaxed smile was captured perfectly by the camera. The caption read: “Look at the apron my big brother is wearing! Doesn’t it suit him? He didn’t want to wear it at first, but I coaxed him, and he agreed! I can’t believe how easy he is to win over!” Neighbors who were also friends with me commented below: “Oh, Lily, if a man doesn’t truly care about you, no amount of coaxing will work! The easier he is to win over, the more he loves you!” “Exactly! My husband was like that when he was young. I’d say one thing and he’d be hooked. Now love has turned into kinship; I could be hanging myself and he’d think I was just exercising.” Reading those comments, I couldn’t help but recall my first argument with Liam. It was raining heavily, just like today. He had promised to pick me up from work. But I stood outside the company for two whole hours, and he never showed up. Later I found out, on the day he stood me up, he was with Lily, watching a movie. When I found out, I threw a huge fit. Liam angrily stormed out and didn’t come back for a week. I didn’t want to lose him, so I swallowed my pride and apologized. It took a week of coaxing before he finally agreed to come home. Compared to my desperation back then, Lily’s words made all my genuine efforts in the past seem like a ridiculous joke. I silently exited her social media and got up to pack Liam’s belongings. The apartment we were living in now was rented by me. I’ve always been sensitive and insecure since childhood. I didn’t want to use Liam’s money, nor did I want to live in his house. So when he suggested moving into his place, I flat-out refused him. Looking back now, my choice then was the right one. Otherwise, I can’t imagine how embarrassingly I would have had to move out of his house. I put all his things into cardboard boxes. Then, meticulously, I wiped away every trace he had left in this home. Once I finished, I went to bed, finally content. 4 The next day, good news spread through the residents’ group chat. People could now gradually use the stairs to go down to the second floor to collect relief supplies. I had terrible period cramps last night and couldn’t sleep. My face was pale and lifeless, so I thought I’d let others go first. I’d go down a bit later, to avoid the crowds. But when I finally felt well enough to go downstairs, there were only a few supplies left. Liam and Lily had somehow become volunteers. They were distributing the supplies. When it was my turn, Liam’s eyes darkened. He took half of the vegetables and necessities from the bag and said blandly, “You live alone now, you don’t need that many vegetables. Let’s give these to someone who needs them more.” Hearing his self-righteous, unapproved arrangement, I instantly snapped with laughter. “These were already pre-portioned. Did I agree to your arrangements?” “Gracie, even though these were pre-portioned, you reported two people on the list. Liam is staying at my place now, so his share should go to me.” Lily feigned generosity, lecturing me. It sounded reasonable, but the vegetables he’d picked out were all Lily’s favorites. What was left were the ones I disliked. I pursed my lips. My throbbing abdomen wouldn’t allow me to argue with them here. I took the bag she handed me and turned to leave. But then, Lily’s startled cry came from behind me: “Oh my god, Gracie, why is there so much blood on your pants?!” At her words, disgusted and scrutinizing stares converged on me from all directions. I felt exposed, utterly mortified, frozen in place. “If you were on your period, you should have said something sooner. How could you do something so embarrassing just to spite Liam?” I was shaking with anger, I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned and walked towards her. In her surprised gaze, I lifted the bag of vegetables and swung it at her. Before she could react, I raised my hand and slapped her across the face. Gritting my teeth, I said, “If someone hadn’t been a thief, stealing my things to play the hero, would I be like this?” Liam quickly reacted. As I was about to raise my hand to hit her again, he grabbed my arm and scolded, “That’s enough! What does your public humiliation have to do with Lily? Why do you always blame your mistakes on others?” I’d hit her, and I’d forgotten about him. I smirked faintly, and with my free hand, I slapped him across the face. “Get lost. Anyone has the right to scold me, but you don’t!” With that, ignoring his anger, I shook off his hand and walked away. Back home, I changed my clothes. I took all his belongings and dumped them at Lily’s doorstep. I thought after this, he’d realize I was serious about breaking up and wouldn’t come looking for me again. But to my surprise, when I woke up the next morning, and opened the fridge to make breakfast, everything inside was gone. Not only that, but the rice and noodles on my pantry shelf were also gone. Before I could even react, my phone in my pocket started vibrating incessantly. I tapped on the furiously messaging residents’ group chat, and I felt myself trembling with anger. Liam and Lily had just posted pictures of fresh vegetables and rice and noodles in the group. And they had asked the administrators to tag everyone, telling them that if anyone in the building needed supplies, they could get them for free from apartment 503. The neighbors in the group chat were full of praise for their righteous actions. I, however, pulled out my phone and quietly called the police. The group chat continued to buzz. “The couple in 503 are truly exemplary young people of our time! Such selfless acts deserve commendation. After this storm passes, we must ask the property management to award them a banner of recognition!” “Exactly! When you two get married, Auntie will definitely give you a big red envelope to thank you for your selfless contribution!” “Resident of 502, aren’t you a reporter? You absolutely must report on the good deeds they’ve done, so everyone can see the true kindness that shines through in times of hardship!” Lily was gloating over this, wondering how to respond, when the property manager suddenly tagged her in the group. “Ms. Chen, Mr. Lin, please come to the second floor as soon as possible. Someone has reported you for breaking and entering and theft. The police are on their way.”

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Our daughter was only four when a car crash stole her from us. On the day of the hearing, I watched in horror as my husband, Nathaniel, a star attorney at one of the country’s top law firms, stood on the other side of the aisle. He was defending her killer. I sank to my knees and begged him to fight for our daughter, to get justice for Kitty. He looked down at me, his eyes cold. “She’s gone, Brooke. She’s not coming back. Can’t you just let the living move on?” I tried to believe he was just being principled, a slave to his profession. That was until I saw him with my own eyes, holding the woman who killed our child, whispering tenderly, “Isabelle… let’s have another baby.” … Just yesterday, she was a whirlwind of giggles and bouncing curls. Now, my daughter lay still on a gurney in the emergency room, a forest of tubes and wires obscuring her tiny body. My mother was weeping beside me, but my own hands, clutching my phone, were shaking too violently for tears. The call went straight to voicemail, over and over again. Kitty’s lips moved, her voice a faint, muffled whisper. “Mommy…” I choked back a sob, forcing my voice to be steady. “It’s okay, sweetie. Just hold on. The doctors are going to fix you all up, and then you’ll see Mommy again.” But her eyes, shimmering with unshed tears, slowly drifted shut, and the only reply from the other end of the line was the same cold, automated voice. “The person you are calling is unavailable. Please try again later.” Two hours later, a doctor emerged from the operating room. I launched myself at him, grabbing his shoulders, my world tilting on its axis. “Doctor, how is she? How is my daughter?” He didn’t resist, his face etched with a weary familiarity for scenes like this. He took a deep breath, his voice laced with a gentle sorrow as he uttered the words that shattered my universe. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Crane. We did everything we could.” The world spun. Images of Kitty flashed through my mind—her first steps, her toothy grin, the sound of her laughter echoing in our home. I couldn’t accept it. The vibrant, living girl from this morning was now just… a body on a cold, steel table. A dizzying roar filled my ears. Through the fog, I heard my mother’s anguished cry. “Oh, Brooke, it’s my fault! I wasn’t watching her closely enough! You have to find the driver, Brooke! You have to make them pay for what they did to my grandbaby!” A crisp, white sheet was pulled over my daughter’s face. I followed the stoic-faced medical staff as they wheeled the gurney down the long, sterile hallway toward the morgue. I was numb, a hollowed-out shell moving on autopilot, my heart a raw, bleeding wound. The silence was broken only by the squeaking wheels of the gurney, until the shrill ring of my phone cut through the quiet. It was Nathaniel. Finally. “I told you not to call me when I’m working,” he said, his voice clipped and annoyed. “I had Kitty’s birthday present sent over yesterday. I’m busy, Brooke. Stop bothering me with trivial things. And I won’t be home tonight; something’s come up.” He hung up before I could even speak. He didn’t even ask why I’d been calling him so frantically. My heart turned to stone. I opened his social media profile. Eight minutes ago, he had posted a new picture. It was taken in a sleek, private lounge. A woman in a tight, white dress was nestled against his shoulder, her head resting on him possessively. A dark mark, a hickey, was starkly visible on his neck. The caption was a single word: Finally. I knew that woman. It was Isabelle, his stepsister, his high school sweetheart, the untouchable, idealized “one that got away.” For her, Nathaniel had missed the last moments of his own daughter’s life. After making the final, horrible arrangements for Kitty, I stormed out of the hospital. The location tag on his post led me straight to them. I found them in a dimly lit corner of the bar, lost in each other. They were so engrossed that they didn’t notice me until I was standing right behind them, my shadow falling over their table. “Brooke? What the hell are you doing here?” Nathaniel’s face twisted in anger. His hand flew up, striking my cheek—a familiar, stinging motion. The pain was sharp, but for the first time, my voice was hard as steel. “Do you know what your daughter’s dying wish was? It was to see you one last time. And where were you? In here, satisfying your own selfish urges.” I expected shock, grief, maybe even guilt. But what I saw on his face was… panic. “Dead?” Isabelle blurted out, her eyes wide. “No, that’s impossible. I had someone check on her; she was only supposed to be injured.” She realized what she’d said and tried to shrink away, but it was too late. “What do you know about this?” I demanded, my intuition screaming. I lunged toward her, but Nathaniel stepped between us. “Brooke, we’re in the middle of something important. We can talk about this later.” “You knew,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “You knew something, didn’t you? Nathaniel, she was your daughter!” SLAP! His hand connected with my other cheek. “Brooke, for God’s sake, pull yourself together!” He grabbed Isabelle’s arm and dragged her away, leaving me standing there, stunned and broken. Pull myself together? My daughter was dead, and he was with her killer, telling me to be calm? He couldn’t even be bothered to say goodbye to his own child, and now he wouldn’t even help me get justice. The wait for the trial felt like an eternity. I had to have Kitty cremated first. Swallowing my grief, I clung to one last, desperate hope and called Nathaniel, praying he would at least come to see his daughter one final time. Before I could even speak, his angry voice cut through the line. “How many times do I have to tell you? I’m busy during the day. My clients have life-or-death matters, and you keep distracting me!” “And what about your daughter’s life? Isn’t that a life-or-death matter? Kitty is being…” My words were cut off by a familiar female voice in the background. “Zoe, come back here. Don’t bother your daddy while he’s on the phone.” Zoe. Isabelle’s daughter. In a twisted way, I had her to thank. If Zoe hadn’t been born, Isabelle wouldn’t have been forced to go abroad and get married, and Nathaniel would never have settled for me, the girl who had worshiped him for years. “That’s enough!” Nathaniel snapped, his attention completely diverted. The line was still open as I heard him rush away from the phone. “Zoe, sweetie, don’t run off. How about Daddy takes you to the amusement park this afternoon, huh?” “Listen to your daddy,” I heard Isabelle coo. Daddy? What a joke. Your real daughter is dead, Nathaniel. She’s about to be turned to ash in a cold, lonely crematorium, and you’re here playing happy families with someone else’s child. I could almost picture the scene—the doting father I had always dreamed he would be for our Kitty. How had he treated our daughter? When Kitty was just learning to walk, he’d make her fetch his drinks. If she spilled a drop, he would scream at her, sometimes even hit her. He never once showed her an ounce of tenderness, never took her to the park. Maybe her death was a relief to him. Ten minutes before the trial began, my lawyer informed me that the defendant wanted to settle. I refused instantly. This was my child, a human life. There would be no settlement. As everyone took their seats, my heart pounded with anticipation. Today, the person who killed my daughter would finally face justice. And then I saw him. My husband, Nathaniel, walked calmly across the courtroom and took his place at the defense attorney’s table. A moment later, Isabelle strode in, dressed like a supermodel on a runway, a relaxed, almost bored expression on her face. When she saw me, a contemptuous smirk touched her lips. I shot to my feet, my chair clattering loudly behind me. In that instant, every last shred of my composure vanished. I flew at her like a wild animal, ignoring the shouts and restraining hands, tearing at her expensive clothes, my fists flying. I was going to rip that smug, fake mask off her face. “Brooke, get a hold of yourself!” Nathaniel threw himself in front of me, shielding Isabelle from my rage. “Are you insane?” I shrieked, my voice raw. “She killed your daughter! She’s the murderer, and you’re defending her?” The realization hit me like a physical blow. He had known Kitty was dead from the very beginning. He knew everything. And he was still here, using all his skill and intellect to protect her killer. My heart felt like it was being carved out of my chest with a dull knife. “If I don’t take this case, someone else will,” he said, his voice maddeningly calm. “I have to make a living, Brooke. I have to support myself.” He looked me straight in the eye. “I’m sad that Kitty is gone, but people die. They don’t come back to life. Why can’t you just let this go?” I stared at him, speechless. How could he stand there, in front of the woman who killed our child, and spout such twisted, self-serving logic? I tore myself from his grasp and slapped him across the face, just as he had done to me so many times. His eyes widened in disbelief. “Brooke… you hit me?” The courtroom descended into chaos, and the judge was forced to call a recess. “Can we talk?” Isabelle approached me, a sly, mocking smile on her face. “There’s nothing to talk about,” I snarled, my hands clenched into fists. “You can’t possibly think I would ever agree to a settlement.” She laughed, a light, carefree sound. “A settlement? Oh, honey. I don’t think I’ll be needing your signature for that.”

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My name is Sienna. This was supposed to be my sixth year with Sebastian. That day, I accidentally overheard a conversation between him and his secretary. The secretary asked if the little girl was still throwing a tantrum. Sebastian let out a scoff and said that no matter how fiery she was, she couldn’t hold a candle to the way Sienna used to be. The secretary quickly agreed, laughing about how no one could have predicted that the wild, untamable Miss Sienna from back then would turn into someone so incredibly obedient, never daring to step a toe out of line. But Sebastian just frowned. He said Sienna was docile now, yes, but she had also become painfully boring. I stood frozen outside the door, feeling like a lifeless statue carved out of clay. So that was it. I was the girl he was talking about. The one who used to be fiercely stubborn, but had now become so blindly obedient that I was completely unrecognizable. 1 Through the half-open door, the rise and fall of their conversation drifted out into the hallway. I had just raised my hand to push the door open when I suddenly heard my own name. “I think she’s just taking advantage of the fact that I spoil her.” “Fiery?” Sebastian sneered. “Even on her worst day, she doesn’t have half the fire Sienna had back then.” The men inside chuckled, eager to please him. “Miss Lily is young, after all. She won’t even turn nineteen until after the holidays. It’s totally normal for her to be a bit childish and throw tantrums.” “Sienna was exactly that age back then.” Sebastian seemed to get caught up in the memory, falling silent for a brief moment. “You all saw it. You know exactly how wild and fierce she was.” “But look at her now. She’s so well-behaved she wouldn’t dare breathe in the wrong direction.” The sycophantic laughter started up again. “You’re absolutely right, sir. Back then, none of us could have ever imagined Miss Sienna becoming so incredibly tame.” Someone else chimed in. “I remember it perfectly. She had a lethal temper. If I hadn’t ducked fast enough that one night, that heavy glass ashtray would have split my skull wide open.” Sebastian laughed along. “Now that she’s older, she’s gotten soft and utterly dull.” “Looking at Lily… I actually see a faint shadow of how Sienna used to be.” As he spoke, he suddenly turned to his secretary. “Go book a flight.” “For tonight. I’m flying back to New York.” “Are you flying back personally just to coax her?” The secretary sounded genuinely surprised. Sebastian didn’t deny it. “The patriarch isn’t feeling well. I need to go check on him. Dropping by to see Lily is just on the way.” “There are no more commercial flights tonight. The earliest private slot is at 3 AM. Would you like to reschedule…” “Book the 3 AM slot.” Sebastian cut him off without hesitation. 2 I slowly lowered my hand. Inside the room, the conversation carried on, but they had already moved on to other, meaningless topics. I didn’t push the door open. I just stood there, entirely rigid. Like a wooden carving. It wasn’t until the harsh, overly bright hallway lights began to make my eyes sting that I finally blinked, turned around, and slowly walked toward the elevator. The Sienna that Sebastian was talking about was me. The girl whose personality used to be incredibly stubborn and unyielding. The girl who had rejected his massive, extravagant romantic pursuits over a dozen times. The Sienna who used to dramatically quote cheesy proverbs about how wealth could never corrupt her and power could never bend her. And now, I had morphed into a girl so submissive that I didn’t even recognize my own reflection. As I stepped into the elevator, my phone buzzed. It was Sebastian. “Why aren’t you here yet?” “Something came up. I’m not going to make it.” “Alright. We’re wrapping up here anyway. I’ll be home soon.” Sebastian’s voice was as warm and gentle as always. “Be a good girl and wait for me at home, Sienna.” But he didn’t come home soon. I took a shower. My mind was wide awake, so I just sat on the living room rug, staring blankly into space. It wasn’t until the early hours of the morning that the rain began to pour. The front door clicked open, and Sebastian strode in, bringing the freezing, damp scent of the rain with him. “You’re not asleep?” He seemed slightly taken aback. A fleeting second of guilt seemed to flash through his eyes. But it was only a second. He walked over, leaned down, and brushed his thumb against my cheek. Then he pressed a kiss to my temple. “I have to fly back to New York.” “Grandpa is sick. I’m really worried about him.” He spoke quickly, his voice low and a bit hoarse. His brows were pulled tightly together, and a heavy shadow of concern covered his face. If this had been any other day, my heart would have ached for him. But right now, looking at his face, studying every microscopic shift in his expression, I just felt a sickening urge to laugh. Was flying back to coax Lily really just a coincidence? Or was checking on his sick grandfather the actual coincidence? I doubt Sebastian even knew the answer to that himself. But it was glaringly obvious that his performance right now was so good he was even fooling himself. 4 “Sebastian, it’s raining outside.” I pointed toward the dark windows. A sudden, violent crack of thunder ripped the pitch-black sky wide open. It was a thunderstorm. My absolute biggest phobia. It was also the exact same weather we had six years ago, on the night we finally got together. “I’m scared.” I reached out and tugged the hem of his jacket, my pale lips pressed into a tight line. I looked up at him. I looked deep into his eyes. I saw the tiny reflection of myself in his pupils. Seeing the fragile, desperate hope written all over my own face made me want to cry. Six years of deep, consuming love couldn’t just be erased overnight. I kept telling myself that. If he didn’t leave… if he just agreed to stay with me… “Sienna, I absolutely have to go back.” Sebastian gently but firmly pried my fingers off his jacket. His tone was so resolute it bordered on freezing. “You have always been so understanding. What is wrong with you tonight?” Saying that, he turned around, shrugging off his damp coat as he walked toward the walk-in closet. “Come here. Help me pack.” “I’ll be gone for at least a week.” “But don’t worry, I won’t miss your birthday.” “And I definitely won’t miss our anniversary.” He stopped and looked back at me over his shoulder. His dark hair was slightly damp from the rain, clinging softly to his forehead. It made his deep, dark eyes look incredibly warm and affectionate. He didn’t look like the arrogant, untouchable elite he usually was. I stood up and offered him a small smile. I walked right past him and headed into the closet. I pulled out a massive, oversized hardshell suitcase. Sebastian chuckled. “Why do I need a bag that big? I’ll be back in a few days.” I thought about it for a second. He was right. But you couldn’t exactly wear recycled outfits to go see a brand-new girl. A girl with a temper that fiery definitely wouldn’t swallow that kind of disrespect. I packed a few essentials. Throughout the process, Sebastian kept checking his luxury watch, his eyes brimming with blatant impatience. My heart felt like a massive boulder, slowly sinking into the dark depths of the ocean. There were no violent waves or dramatic crashes. Just a few silent bubbles rising to the surface as it disappeared. I finally realized that letting go of six years of love only took the space of a single heartbeat. 5 Sebastian left. The heavy rain finally stopped. A faint, pale glow appeared on the horizon. The weather forecast said today was going to be a beautiful, sunny day. I started packing my own belongings. The things I absolutely needed went into my largest suitcase. Everything else went into cardboard boxes. I called a moving company to come and junk it all. Right before I walked out the door, I took off the ring that had sat on my left hand for six straight years. Sebastian had personally slid it onto my finger. He had promised me it was a priceless heirloom, passed down only to the wives of the Prescott family. But the Prescott family despised my ordinary, working-class background. They flat-out refused to accept me. They certainly never would have handed over a family heirloom to a nobody like me. I knew the truth. I knew it was just an expensive replica he had custom-made to keep me happy. And back then, because I was so desperately in love with him, I was perfectly willing to let him trick me. The ring was valuable, yes, but a fake was still a fake. I opened the front door and dragged my heavy suitcase out into the hall. I didn’t look back a single time. Just like I didn’t look back the day I decided to walk toward him. I gambled my heart, and I lost. I could accept that. 6 On his third day back in New York. The patriarch was perfectly fine and had already been discharged from the hospital. Lily had been successfully coaxed back into a sweet, obedient angel. His elite circles were throwing welcome-back parties for him every single night. Sebastian’s schedule was packed to the absolute brim. It wasn’t until a rare, quiet moment of downtime that someone casually mentioned Sienna’s name, snapping him back to reality. It had been exactly three days. He hadn’t received a single phone call from Sienna. There wasn’t a single text message waiting for him on his phone. His brow furrowed. He remembered that the night he left, the sky was tearing itself apart with a thunderstorm. Sienna was terrified of thunderstorms. Her father had died in a brutal hit-and-run on a night exactly like that. It was a trauma she could never outrun. A sudden wave of regret, mixed with a sharp sting of guilt, hit his chest. Why hadn’t he just waited until morning to fly out? It would have only been a few hours. Lily’s sweet, bubbling laughter echoed across the room. His wealthy friends were teasing her, treating her like an adorable little pet. Sebastian suddenly remembered what it was like when he was chasing Sienna. He had finally managed to convince her to come out for a drink. But because these exact same arrogant trust-fund kids had disrespected her and her roommate, Sienna completely lost her mind. She literally flipped the table right in front of them. She used her razor-sharp tongue to curse those spoiled brats into the dirt. And because he was standing right behind her, actively clapping and cheering her on, his friends were furious but completely powerless. They had been forced to swallow their pride and apologize to her face. Thinking back on it now, the memory was both hilarious and ridiculous. Over the last few years, the passion between him and Sienna had slowly faded. He frequently used checking on his grandfather as an excuse to linger in New York and fool around. But those girls came and went. They bored him entirely too quickly. Until he met Lily. But looking at her now, why did he ever think Lily was anything like Sienna? Sienna would never sit there like a good girl and let a bunch of men treat her like a joke. Sienna wouldn’t just blush and look down when they made dirty comments. When Sienna got angry, her eyes burned like actual fire. She would put her hands on her hips, tilt her chin up defiantly, and say something incredibly naive but entirely fearless: “You think having a little money makes you a god? I don’t give a damn about your wealth.” Sebastian couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He pulled out his phone, deciding to finally call her. But the call couldn’t connect. He lit a cigarette and stood on the high-rise balcony for ten minutes. Then, he called one of his subordinates upstate. Half an hour later, the man called back. His voice was trembling with absolute terror. “Miss Sienna moved out.” “She hired a moving company to haul everything away.” “The only thing left is a ring sitting on the coffee table.” Sebastian’s grip on his phone tightened so hard his knuckles turned white. “Did she leave a message?” “No, sir. I searched the entire apartment.” “She didn’t leave a single word behind.” Sebastian let out a dark, furious laugh. He realized that the exact insult he threw at Lily applied perfectly to Sienna. She was just taking advantage of the fact that he spoiled her. For the last few years, he had completely abandoned the luxury of New York high society just to live with her in that boring, quiet little town. His parents and elders refused to accept her, and he had fought them brutally for it. During their first few years together, he even skipped his family’s elite holiday galas just to spend New Year’s Eve with her. Who the hell was he? He was Sebastian Prescott. Since when did he ever lower his head and sacrifice his own comfort for anyone else? On the other end of the line, the subordinate didn’t even dare to breathe. It took a long time before Sebastian finally spoke, his voice dripping with ice. “Change the locks.” This was his territory. Walking out was easy, but if she thought she could ever waltz back in, she was out of her mind. 7 The seventh day. This was the day he was originally supposed to fly back. But Sebastian didn’t pack his bags. Sienna’s birthday was in five days. And exactly five days after that was their anniversary. Compared to her birthday, Sienna had always cared way more about the anniversary. Sebastian figured that, at the absolute latest, she would crack by that day and come crawling back. The twelfth day. Sebastian spent the entire day feeling inexplicably restless and on edge. A reminder popped up on his calendar. Sienna’s birthday. It felt like a physical needle in his eye. He opened the app and deleted it entirely. His friends had set up a massive party. After the first club, they immediately moved to a second lounge. He brought Lily along. The girl had completely shed all her defensive thorns. She sat glued to his side, looking as obedient as a porcelain doll. They were deep into the liquor when someone suddenly brought up Sienna’s name. “Seb, are you and that Sienna girl officially done for good?” Normally, even when he came back to New York, he never stayed longer than a week. No matter how gorgeous the girls were, his core focus always remained tied to Sienna. But this time, the vibe was completely different. Everyone was betting that Sienna was officially ancient history. Sebastian didn’t even lift his eyes. He held his whiskey glass in one hand, twisting a strand of Lily’s hair around the fingers of his other hand. “We’ve been done for a while.” “Hell yes!” Carter shot up from his leather booth, practically rubbing his hands together in excitement. “I’ve been waiting for this day until I was blue in the face!” “She used to walk all over us just because you backed her up. She was practically stepping on my neck.” “Now that you’ve dumped her, I want to see exactly how cocky she can be. If I ever run into her again, I swear to God I will destroy her!” A lot of the guys in the room had suffered under Sienna’s absolute refusal to tolerate their garbage. Instantly, the room erupted into passionate agreement. Lily looked around the room with wide, innocent eyes. “Who is Sienna? Is she really mean? You guys seem to hate her.” “She is the absolute worst! A total nightmare!” “Little girl, whatever you do, do not act like her. Girls like that always meet a miserable end, got it?” Lily turned back to Sebastian, pressing her soft body against his chest. “I’m the best-behaved girl in the world now, aren’t I, Sebastian?” Sebastian looked down. He clearly saw the calculated, desperate fawning hiding in her eyes. Even though she was trying her hardest to hide it, he saw right through it. He had seen that exact same pathetic, groveling look from people his entire life. He was utterly disgusted by it. He had just raised his hand to push her away when the heavy VIP doors were suddenly shoved open. “Holy shit, guess who I just saw downstairs?!” “Who? Why are you screaming?” “It’s Sienna! Sienna just walked past the bar! With that exact same arrogant attitude, I would recognize her if she turned to ash!” “What the hell is she doing here?” “Seb, is she stalking you? Is she here to beg for you back?” “I told you guys she wouldn’t just quietly walk away. She was definitely waiting for tonight to pull some massive stunt!” “Seb, if she comes crying to you, you aren’t going to get soft, are you?” The arrogant bravado of the rich kids instantly dropped a few notches. After all, every single one of them had seen exactly how obsessively Sebastian used to protect her. And none of them could genuinely predict what Sebastian was actually thinking right now. Sebastian’s hand, which had been meant to push Lily away, suddenly dropped to her cheek. He lightly pinched Lily’s soft skin, lazily lifting his gaze. His eyes locked onto the half-open door of the VIP room. He could faintly make out a slender shadow standing just outside in the hall. It had to be Sienna. He had honestly thought her pride would hold out a little longer. He assumed she would at least wait another five days. He didn’t expect her to lose her patience this quickly. Sebastian suddenly felt the heavy, suffocating dark cloud that had ruined his entire day completely evaporate. He leaned back lazily against the leather cushions. He purposely raised his voice, letting his tone drag with absolute arrogance. “No. I like good, obedient girls like Lily now.” “Whoever wants to deal with a wild thorn like that can have her.” The shadow cast on the hallway floor gave a violent, sudden tremble. The corner of Sebastian’s mouth curled up into a smirk. He was willing to bet money that Sienna wouldn’t last three seconds before she charged into the room. After all, with a temper as explosive as hers, how could she possibly swallow an insult like that?

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The meeting was in full swing when Nicholas’s new executive assistant decided to make her move. She snatched the iced latte from the conference table and, with a swift, vicious motion, flung its contents squarely in my face. The sticky cold shocked my skin. “You think a useless leech like you, who hides in her office playing games all day, has any right to question my proposal?” Her voice was a shrill, grating sound that cut through the silence. Then, she pointed a perfectly manicured finger toward the door. “You’re fired,” she snarled. “Get the hell out. Now.” I rose slowly from my chair, dabbing at the sticky brown mess on my face with a napkin. My eyes found Nicholas. He deliberately avoided my gaze, a frown creasing his brow, but he said nothing. His silence was his answer. He was letting this happen. A small, humorless smile touched my lips. I pulled out my phone and tapped the speaker icon. “Dad,” I said, my voice calm. “I assume you heard all of that?” A pause. “Yeah, someone just told me to pack my bags and get out.” 1 It had started on Monday, as most terrible weeks do. I was deep in a raid, my focus entirely on the screen, when a sharp rap sounded on my office door. “Ms. Ashford? Suzanne asked me to inform all department heads that there’s a mandatory meeting in ten minutes in the main conference room.” It was Maria from Admin, looking flustered. I didn’t look up, my fingers a blur across the keyboard. “Not going. I’m busy.” In the six months I’d been an employee here, I’d made a point of skipping every single meeting. It wasn’t that I couldn’t go; I simply didn’t want to. “But…” Maria hesitated. “Suzanne was very specific. She said no one is excused. It’s an order from Mr. Blackwood himself.” My fingers faltered. On the screen, my character was instantly annihilated by the final boss. As the screen faded to a dismal gray, I cursed under my breath and snapped the laptop shut. The conference room was already packed when I arrived. As soon as I walked in, conversations died down, replaced by a wave of whispers and curious stares. “What’s Olivia Ashford doing here?” “I thought she didn’t do meetings.” “Who knows. Must be Suzanne’s doing. She’s been gunning for her since day one.” “This should be good.” I ignored the gossip, found a seat in the farthest corner, and pulled out my phone to respawn in my game. A full thirty minutes passed before Nicholas Blackwood and Suzanne finally graced us with their presence. Suzanne clutched a stack of files, a triumphant, self-satisfied smirk plastered on her face. “Thank you all for taking time out of your busy schedules to be here,” Nicholas began, his gaze sweeping the room. It flickered over me for less than a second before moving on. “Suzanne has a major new proposal to announce.” Suzanne cleared her throat and launched into a long-winded speech about her “revolutionary” new marketing strategy. I continued playing my game, half-listening, and the more I heard, the more ridiculous it sounded. The budget was astronomical, and the entire concept was completely misaligned with our company’s market position. “…and so, I propose we immediately invest eighty million dollars to dominate the luxury market within the next three months!” Suzanne concluded, her voice ringing with passion. A few scattered, obligatory claps echoed in the room. I couldn’t help myself. Without looking up from my phone, I said, “For eighty million, you could just throw cash off the roof of this building. You’d get more buzz and better press for your money.” The room went dead silent. Nicholas’s brow furrowed. “What did you just say?” Suzanne’s voice shot up an octave. I finally lifted my head, my expression bored. “I said your proposal is a train wreck.” I ticked off the points on my fingers. “First, your target demographic is wrong. Second, your chosen media channels are ineffective. Third, your entire ROI calculation is a fantasy.” I leaned back in my chair. “That eighty million might as well be flushed down the toilet. At least then it would make a sound.” Suzanne’s face turned a shade of crimson I didn’t think was humanly possible. She grabbed her drink, stormed across the room, and stood looming over me. “You—a lazy, good-for-nothing freeloader who does nothing but play video games—you dare question my work?” she shrieked. And then… splash. The icy, sweet liquid drenched my face, dripping down my neck and soaking the front of my white dress, staining it a sickening brown. The room held its breath, a collective, silent gasp. “Olivia Ashford,” Suzanne bellowed, her chest heaving, “as the CEO’s executive assistant, I’m telling you you’re fired! Get out!” 2 Suzanne glared down at me, a queen banishing a peasant. I stood up slowly, pulling a handkerchief from my pocket and methodically wiping the sticky residue from my skin. Then I looked at Nicholas. He frowned, shifted his weight, and looked away. He chose silence. I actually laughed. A real, genuine laugh. I held up my phone, the call still active on speaker. “Dad, you get all that?” I asked into the receiver. “Someone’s telling me to get lost.” After two seconds of silence, a deep, powerful voice came through the line. “Understood. I’ll make the arrangements.” The only reason I was working here in the first place was because of an old family pact, a betrothal arranged by my grandfather when I was a child. Nicholas Blackwood was my fiancé. I hated the idea of an arranged marriage, but my father had pleaded, pulling out every trick in the book, including the classic “you’re breaking your old man’s heart” routine. So, I’d caved. To “foster our relationship,” my father had insisted I take a position at Blackwood Corporation. For six months, I’d played the part of a slacker, spending my days gaming. But behind the scenes, I was secretly pulling strings, leveraging my family’s resources to quietly steer the company toward unprecedented success. Blackwood Corp’s profits had soared, culminating in a wildly successful IPO that had landed Nicholas a spot on the Northwood City Rich List. Despite my help, our interactions were minimal. During our handful of awkward, stilted dates, I’d realized he knew I was the girl from the family arrangement, but he had absolutely no idea who my family really was. … I sank back into my corner seat, picked up my phone, and resumed the game that had been so rudely interrupted. On the screen, my character respawned, and my fingers flew across the glass, the chaos in the room fading into the background. Suzanne’s face went from red to a blotchy purple. She clearly hadn’t expected me to so thoroughly ignore her. She slammed her hand on the table. “Olivia Ashford! What do you think this is?” she screeched. “Everyone here is working, and you’re playing games?” “I’ve already hit my sales targets for the entire year,” I retorted with a cold smile. “What’s wrong with a little game?” “If you don’t get out, I’m calling security!” “Be my guest,” I said without looking up. The other executives exchanged uneasy glances. Some buried their noses in their files, while others shot nervous looks at Nicholas, waiting for him to act. Finally, Nicholas stood. He was wearing a perfectly tailored black suit, his expression a mask of cold authority. His eyes, when they met mine, were filled with impatience and disdain. “Olivia, your performance has been satisfactory,” he began, his voice quiet but laced with an undeniable command. “But this is a company, not your living room. I need you to leave this meeting now. Do not disrupt it any further.” My fingers paused. My character died again. I looked up, meeting his cold gaze, and let a playful smile curve my lips. “Are you absolutely sure you want to kick me out, Nicholas?” His frown deepened, his voice turning to ice. “I won’t repeat myself. If you have any professional integrity, you’ll know when to stop.” “And if I don’t want to go?” “Then don’t blame me for what happens next.” Seeing Nicholas firmly on her side, Suzanne’s courage surged. She lunged forward and slapped the phone out of my hand. CRACK! It hit the marble floor, the screen instantly spider-webbing with fractures. “Don’t push your luck, Olivia!” she spat, grabbing the collar of my dress and yanking me forward. “The CEO gave you an order! What are you still doing here? Get out!” From the day she was hired, Suzanne had made it her personal mission to make my life difficult. I once overheard her in Nicholas’s office, her voice just loud enough to carry into the hallway. “Mr. Blackwood, this company isn’t a charity. It’s not fair to the other employees that we pay a fortune to someone who just plays games all day.” Nicholas hadn’t responded, but through the glass, I saw his hands pause over a document. After that, Suzanne grew bolder. She’d make passive-aggressive comments in department meetings about my “achievements.” “Some people draw a huge salary but can’t even be bothered to show up for a meeting. I guess some of us are here to work, and others are here on vacation.” Soon, the rumors spread like wildfire. I was a spoiled rich girl who’d gotten the job through connections. I slept in my office all day. There was even a betting pool on when I’d finally be fired. I knew about all of it. I just didn’t care. 3 But my indifference only seemed to fuel her aggression. Now, seeing her chance, her arrogance was off the charts. I was done being patient. I caught her wrist in a tight grip and twisted. Hard. “Ah!” Suzanne cried out in pain, her hand flying open. As she stumbled back, her arm slammed against the edge of the conference table. The sound of crystal hitting solid wood was sickeningly sharp. She staggered, looked down at her wrist, and her face went completely white. A prominent scratch now marred the crystal face of her absurdly expensive Patek Philippe watch, glinting under the overhead lights. “You… you…” she stammered, her hand trembling as she held up her wrist, her eyes blazing with fury. “Olivia, do you have any idea how much this watch costs? It was a birthday present from Nicholas! It’s worth a hundred thousand dollars!” I calmly smoothed the wrinkled collar of my dress. “You were the one who lost your balance. Who’s to blame for that?” “Olivia Ashford!” Nicholas’s voice finally boomed through the room, sharp and furious. “That’s enough! You disrupted a meeting, and now you’ve deliberately damaged personal property. As CEO of this company, I am officially terminating your employment. Pack your things and leave. Immediately.” Suzanne, emboldened, shrieked, “Nicholas, don’t let her off that easy! She has to pay for the watch!” The room was silent. Every eye was on me, a mix of pity and malicious glee on their faces, all of them waiting for the show to begin. “Fine,” I said. “I’ll pay.” I bent down to retrieve my shattered phone. The screen was a disaster, but it still worked. “A hundred thousand, was it?” I was about to dial when Suzanne sneered, “What hundred thousand? I meant a million!” I paused and looked at her. “Are you sure?” “Of course, I’m sure!” she said, her chin held high. “A gift from Nicholas is priceless! A million dollars is a bargain!” She looked around the room for support. “Am I right, everyone?” She was cornering me. She knew my official salary; there was no way I could afford that. This was about humiliation. The other executives, eager to curry favor, chimed in. “She’s right. A gift from the CEO can’t be measured in money,” the CFO said, pushing up his glasses. “You should just pay it, Ms. Ashford.” “This company isn’t a charity. You break it, you buy it,” the head of marketing added with a smirk. “Though at your salary, Ms. Ashford, you’ll probably be paying it off until you retire.” A ripple of cruel laughter went through the room. They had always resented me, and now they were savoring my downfall. Nicholas stood by, his brow furrowed, but he did nothing to stop them. Their taunts didn’t bother me. I looked straight at Suzanne. “One million dollars. Final offer?” Suzanne blinked, then let out a derisive snort. “Olivia, who are you trying to fool? How much do you make in a month? You couldn’t pay that if you sold a kidney.” I ignored her and put the phone to my ear. “I need one million dollars in cash delivered to the Blackwood Corporation conference room. As fast as possible.” Suzanne rolled her eyes. “Please. Who do you think you’re fooling with a fake phone call?” I didn’t answer. I just waited. Less than ten minutes later, the conference room doors swung open. A man in an impeccably tailored suit walked in, followed by three uniformed bank couriers, each carrying a heavy-duty briefcase. The man walked directly to me and bowed respectfully. “Miss Ashford,” he said. “Here is the one million dollars you requested.” I nodded. “Thank you for your trouble. You can leave it there.” One by one, the couriers opened the cases. Stacks of crisp, hundred-dollar bills gleamed under the lights, a breathtaking sight. A stunned silence fell over the room. Every gaze was fixed on the money, the air so thick you could cut it with a knife. Even breathing seemed to have stopped. Suzanne’s face was a mask of disbelief, her jaw slack. She stared at the cash, then at the man in the suit. Suddenly, the CFO gasped, his face draining of all color. “Mr… Mr. Kensington?!” 4 It was James Kensington, president of the largest national bank in the country. A man so powerful that even Nicholas’s grandfather couldn’t get a meeting with him on short notice. And here he was, bowing to me, calling me “Miss Ashford.” Nicholas, after a moment of stunned silence, hurried forward, his hand outstretched. “Mr. Kensington! What an honor. My grandfather speaks of you often, he’s been hoping to see you again.” Kensington didn’t even grant him a full look, offering only a curt nod in his direction. His attention was solely on me. “Miss Ashford, if there is anything else you require, you need only ask.” With that, he turned and led his men out of the room, as briskly as they had arrived. Nicholas’s hand was left hanging in mid-air. His face flushed a deep, humiliating red. Suzanne’s bravado had completely evaporated. Her legs were trembling so badly she could barely stand, and beads of sweat dotted her forehead. I casually reached into one of the cases, pulled out a thick stack of bills, and lightly patted her cheek with it. “One million dollars, Suzanne. Not a penny less,” I said coolly. “Now, that watch is mine.” Before she could react, I snatched the Patek Philippe from her wrist and, in front of everyone, dropped it into the nearby trash can. “You!” she gasped, her eyes wide with fury. I turned to Nicholas, a placid smile on my face. “Mr. Blackwood, the watch is paid for. Now, I believe we need to discuss compensation for my phone.” Suzanne, after a moment of shock, burst out laughing, a hysterical, mocking sound. “Compensation?” she jeered, crossing her arms. “It’s a damn phone! How much could it possibly be worth?” I held up one finger. “You’re right, it’s not worth much,” I said. “Only about a hundred million dollars.” The room erupted. First with shocked silence, then with riotous laughter. The Head of Marketing slapped the table. “A hundred million? Olivia, did that iced latte scramble your brain?” The CFO pushed his glasses up his nose, adding with mock seriousness, “Company policy states that damaged items are compensated at market value. I’m afraid your phone’s market value wouldn’t even be a rounding error, Ms. Ashford.” Seeing the room on her side again, Suzanne’s confidence returned. She stepped toward me, a vicious smirk on her face. “Tell you what, I’ll be generous and call a psychiatrist for you. Delusions of grandeur are a serious illness, you know. They need to be treated.”

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