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Rachel’s mother, Olivia Clark, was critically ill. In her final moments of lucidity in the ICU, she decided to dictate her will. “Mrs. Clark, you want to make your will, correct?” the lawyer asked. “Yes, while I’m still clear-headed… I need to address the matter of my estate,” Olivia replied, her voice weak but each word pronounced clearly. Mr. Johnson, the lawyer, took out his pen and notebook, his expression turning serious behind his glasses. “Alright, Mrs. Clark, go ahead.” “Besides the house back in our hometown, I have $1.48 million in my bank account.” This statement exploded like a bomb in the hospital room. Rachel looked at her mother in disbelief. When did her mother save up $1.48 million? She was a retired senior citizen with a monthly pension of just over $2,000. “The house in our hometown will go to Tyler,” Olivia continued. Tyler, hearing this, smiled slightly, as if it was expected. The house was worth about $2 million. “As for… the savings… they’ll go to Tyler too. My old jewelry from the house will go to Rachel.” Olivia finished speaking, her voice trembling but her tone firm. 01 The air in the hospital room seemed to freeze. Rachel felt her breath stop for a moment. She stared at her mother, her ears buzzing, as if all sounds had become distant and unreal. “Mom…” Rachel’s voice was dry, barely audible. “What… what did you say?” Olivia’s gaze remained on Tyler, as if she hadn’t heard Rachel’s voice. She gently stroked her son’s hand, her eyes full of tenderness and pity. “Tyler has had it tough these years, always working hard out there, enduring a lot,” Olivia said, her voice weak but determined. “Leaving this house and the savings to him is just a small gesture from me as his mother.” Tyler, also shocked by this unexpected windfall, exclaimed excitedly, “Mom, Mom, I don’t want it… You need to live a long life, I haven’t even had the chance to be filial to you yet.” Rachel felt her heart being squeezed tightly, making it difficult to breathe. She looked at her mother’s pale face, suddenly feeling it was incredibly unfamiliar. Throughout her life, her mother’s gaze had never lingered on her for so long, let alone speak to her in such a gentle tone. “Mom, what about me?” Rachel finally couldn’t help but speak up, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m your daughter too.” Olivia finally turned to look at Rachel, but her eyes lacked the warmth Rachel had hoped for. Her gaze remained sharp, even carrying a hint of impatience. “Rachel, you’ve always been sensible, never needing me to worry about you,” Olivia said coldly. “You have a stable job, a good income, and can take care of yourself. Tyler is different, he needs this house.” Rachel felt her eyes burning, her throat as if blocked by something. She wanted to say something but found her voice choked with sobs. “Mrs. Clark, are you sure about this distribution?” Mr. Johnson pushed up his glasses, his tone calm and professional. “According to the law, children have equal inheritance rights. If you don’t have a special reason, this might cause some legal disputes.” Olivia’s eyes suddenly turned sharp as she stared at Mr. Johnson, her tone unyielding: “This is my decision. Tyler is my son, leaving the house and savings to him is only natural.” Tyler stood nearby, his face showing a complex expression. He looked at his mother, then at Rachel, seeming to want to say something, but in the end, he just lowered his head and held his mother’s hand tightly. “Mom, don’t say that,” he finally spoke, his voice a bit hoarse. “Rachel is your daughter too, I…” “Tyler, you don’t need to say anything,” Olivia interrupted him, her tone tinged with fatigue. “This is my decision, and no one can change it.” Rachel felt her heart sinking bit by bit. She looked at her mother’s familiar yet strange face, suddenly realizing that she had never truly entered her mother’s heart. Throughout her life, no matter how hard she tried, her mother’s gaze always remained on her brother. She once thought that if she was excellent enough, her mother would eventually notice her existence. But now, she finally understood that some things were destined to be unchangeable. “Mom, I understand,” Rachel finally spoke, her voice surprisingly calm even to herself. “Don’t worry, I won’t contest it.” Olivia seemed surprised by Rachel’s response, a flash of complex emotion passing through her eyes. She opened her mouth as if wanting to say something, but in the end, just let out a light sigh. “Rachel, don’t blame Mom,” her voice suddenly softened, carrying a hint of fatigue and helplessness. “Mom just… just hopes Tyler can have a better life.” Rachel didn’t answer, just nodding silently. She felt her eyes burning, but she held back her tears, refusing to let them fall. She knew that at this moment, she had to be strong. Mr. Johnson looked at Rachel, then at Olivia, and finally recorded the contents of Olivia’s will in his notebook. The atmosphere in the hospital room became heavy and oppressive, with only the ticking of medical equipment sounding particularly clear in the silence. “Mrs. Clark, I’ve recorded the contents of your will,” Mr. Johnson closed his notebook, his tone calm. “If you have no other requests, I’ll proceed with the relevant procedures as soon as possible.” Olivia nodded, a tired smile appearing on her face. “Alright, thank you for your trouble.” Tyler stood nearby, his expression a mix of joy and complexity. He looked at his mother, then at Rachel, seeming to want to say something. But in the end, he just lowered his head and held his mother’s hand tightly. “Mom, get some rest,” he said softly, his voice choked with emotion. “I’ll stay with you.” Olivia’s eyes softened, gently patting her son’s hand, a smile of contentment on her face. Rachel stood to the side, silently watching this scene. She felt as if something had sharply stabbed her heart, the pain almost making it impossible to breathe. She knew she had lost her last glimmer of hope. “Mom, I’ll go out first, you get some rest,” Rachel said softly, her voice tinged with fatigue. Olivia didn’t answer, just nodding slightly. Her gaze remained on Tyler, as if she had forgotten Rachel’s existence. Rachel turned and walked out of the hospital room, gently closing the door behind her. The lights in the corridor were harsh and cold. She leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath, trying to calm her emotions. 02 [Mom, why are you always like this? Tyler is your child, but am I not? Why do you always favor him? You give him whatever he wants, but what about me? I take care of you in your old age, attend to your every need. Forget about your inheritance, I can’t even get a word of concern from you!] Rachel stood in the corridor, her body trembling, tears welling up in her eyes. She wanted to rush back into the room and confront her mother. But she couldn’t… Looking at her mother sitting on the hospital bed, her heart was filled with grievance and confusion. She didn’t understand why, from childhood to adulthood, her mother always pampered Tyler while remaining cold towards her. She remembered when she and Tyler were in school together. Every morning, her mother would prepare a hearty breakfast for Tyler, while Rachel had to make do with leftover rice. Once, she couldn’t help but ask her mother: “Mom, why does Tyler get eggs and milk, while I only have steamed buns?” Her mother replied without looking up: “You’re the older sister, you should let your brother have the better things. He’s still growing and needs nutrition.” Rachel lowered her head, silently chewing on the hard bun, her heart full of grievance. When she entered junior high school, her grades were always excellent, consistently ranking in the top few of her grade. She thought that if she was outstanding enough, her mother would finally notice her. But that wasn’t the case. Once, she ran home excitedly with a perfect score test paper, wanting to share her joy with her mother. “Mom, I got a perfect score on this test!” she said excitedly. Her mother was peeling an apple for Tyler and merely grunted without looking up, then continued to hand the peeled apple to Tyler: “Tyler, eat more fruit, it’s good for you.” Rachel stood there, the test paper in her hand gradually feeling heavier. She watched her mother gently wiping Tyler’s mouth, feeling a pang in her heart. From then on, she never actively shared her grades with her mother again. 03 After graduating from high school, Rachel was admitted to a prestigious university. She thought that by leaving home, she could escape her mother’s favoritism and start a new life. But she didn’t expect that her mother’s indifference towards her wouldn’t change with distance. Every time she called home, her mother would hastily end the conversation after a few sentences, as if Rachel was just an insignificant person. As for Tyler, although his grades were poor, their mother was always concerned about him. When Tyler failed the college entrance exam, their mother pulled strings everywhere and spent a lot of money to get him into a private university. When Rachel found out, she felt even more unfair. She couldn’t understand why after trying so hard for so many years, she still couldn’t gain her mother’s approval. After graduating from university, Rachel found a good job and her life gradually stabilized. She thought she could finally escape her mother’s shadow and start an independent life. But she didn’t expect that a phone call from her mother would shatter her peace. “Rachel, your brother is getting married, and we’re short on money. Can you help him out?” Her mother’s voice came through the phone, with a pleading tone. Rachel held the phone, feeling a bitter taste in her mouth. She knew her mother would never actively reach out to her unless it was for Tyler. “Mom, I have my own life too. I can contribute some money for Tyler’s wedding, but I can’t cover it all,” Rachel tried to keep her voice calm. Her mother was silent for a moment, then said coldly: “You’re the older sister, you should help your brother more. His wedding is a big event, you can’t be so selfish.” Rachel’s heart felt like it had been pricked by a needle. She couldn’t understand why her mother always put Tyler’s needs first, while her feelings were never considered. In the end, Rachel still gave $150,000 for Tyler’s bride price and wedding expenses. But she didn’t expect that the bride would leave Tyler just a year after the marriage, complaining that he was useless and couldn’t make money. And Rachel’s $150,000 went down the drain. That was her hard-earned money, saved dollar by dollar. 04 To take care of her mother, Rachel had brought her to live with her for the past ten years. She tried her best to provide the best she could. During the most difficult times, Rachel and her husband Michael would rather live in a basement to rent a small master bedroom with good lighting and ventilation for her mother. But her mother still often complained. Rachel could only work harder, often working overtime until late at night. Whenever she opened the door, she would always see her mother sitting drowsily on the sofa. Then her mother would grumble: “You always wake me up so late… Go to sleep earlier next time, don’t disturb me…” Rachel could only apologize repeatedly. Then she would go to the kitchen to eat a quick meal before going to bed. Although work was tiring, being able to eat the meals her mother cooked still brought a sweetness to Rachel’s heart. These were the rare moments when she felt her mother’s care. But unexpectedly, a year ago, her mother suddenly fell ill. Rachel rushed to the hospital every day. The hospital corridors were filled with the smell of disinfectant. Rachel sat on a long bench outside the ward, her heart full of complex emotions. Looking at her frail mother lying on the hospital bed, Rachel felt a pang of heartache. Although her mother had always been cold towards her, seeing her mother lying on the hospital bed still made Rachel’s heart ache. “Mom, how are you feeling?” Rachel asked softly. Olivia opened her eyes, glanced at Rachel, then said flatly: “I’m fine, you don’t need to worry about me.” Rachel’s heart felt like it had been pricked by a needle. She couldn’t understand why her mother was still so cold towards her even at this time. Just then, Tyler rushed to the hospital. “Mom, how are you? I heard you were sick and came back immediately!” Tyler rushed to the bedside as soon as he entered, his voice full of anxiety. Olivia’s face immediately lit up when she saw Tyler: “Tyler, you’re here? Mom’s fine, don’t worry.” Rachel stood to the side, watching her mother’s tenderness towards Tyler, feeling a pang in her heart. Olivia gently patted Tyler’s hand, her eyes full of love, as if he was her only concern. And Rachel, standing there, felt like an outsider, even her breathing seemed superfluous. Rachel quietly left the ward, standing in the corridor, tears unconsciously flowing down her face.

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I had been dating Zachary Xavier for three years before I found out he came from a wealthy family when we got married. But Zachary’s brothers all said I was just after his money, and urged him to control my finances. Zachary actually believed them. After we got married, he not only wouldn’t let me work, but also only gave me $100 a month for expenses. He said it was enough. It really was enough. I not only went shopping every day, but could also afford luxury skincare and designer bags. He grew suspicious and demanded to know where I was getting money from. I put on an innocent face: “Honey, it’s from the allowance you give me every month!” He got angry: “I only give you $100 a month, what can you even do with that?” So he did know that $100 a month wasn’t enough for anything. But it didn’t matter. He gave me $100 each month. His good brothers each gave me $100,000 every month. I had just gotten back from shopping. As soon as I walked in, I saw Zachary sitting on the couch. He looked up and asked, “Where did you go?” I waved the shopping bags in my hand. “I went shopping and bought some things.” He frowned. “Why are you shopping again? The housekeeper said you just bought a bunch of stuff yesterday.” “I’m starting to think Peter and the others were right, you really are materialistic and just after money…” His words suddenly trailed off as his gaze fell on the Gucci bag I was holding. This was a luxury brand where even a single item cost thousands of dollars. “Zoe Sullivan, you actually bought Gucci? Where did you get the money to buy Gucci?” I put on an innocent face, “Honey, from the allowance you give me every month.” He got angry. “Do I not know how much I give you each month?” “$100 a month, what can you even do with that?” I looked at him: “Honey, didn’t you say before that $100 a month was enough?” “If you think $100 a month is too little, why did you just say I was materialistic and only after money?” Zachary was at a loss for words as he realized how contradictory his two statements were. Suddenly, his phone rang. Zachary glanced at me before hurriedly answering the call and walking out. I went back to our room. Zachary’s good friend Peter had sent me a message. [Zoe, did you like the things you bought today?] [Do you need more money?] I hadn’t had a chance to reply before Peter retracted the message asking [Do you need more money?] The next second, I got a notification that $200,000 had been deposited into my bank account. Well, a real man never asks a woman if she has enough money. In this regard, Zachary’s good friends were much better than him.

Zachary and I were college sweethearts. We dated for three years in college. When I first met Zachary, he was working part-time at the library. He always seemed to be short on money when we were dating. It wasn’t until after graduation when we started talking about marriage that I found out Zachary came from a wealthy family. The first time I met his parents, I was very nervous. Because I knew rich families usually had high standards for their daughters-in-law. At least not someone from a modest background like me. But to my surprise, Zachary’s parents were very pleased with me. Because when Zachary was in college, they had only given him a very small allowance each month to teach him independence. They never expected that even with such limited means, there would be a girl willing to date Zachary. They felt I wasn’t after Zachary for his money, which made them very happy. Dating for three years, not only did I end up marrying my boyfriend, but I also found out he came from a wealthy family. And his parents approved of me too. At the time, I felt like all the good fortune in the world had fallen into my lap. Until right before the wedding, when I accidentally overheard a conversation between Zachary and his friends.

Those three were his childhood friends who had grown up with him. One was Peter Collins, who had taken over his family’s company right after graduation and was very successful. One was James Scott, who came from an artistic family and was a famous painter himself. The last one was Samuel Moore, who came from a politically connected family and was now a prominent lawyer. “Zachary, is this the girlfriend you dated for three years in college?” “She looks like she’s from a modest background. Are you sure she’s not just after your money?” The one speaking was Peter. Zachary was stunned for a while before responding. “Peter, that’s not something to joke about.” “You know my parents only gave me $100 a month in college. How could she possibly be after my money?” But then James quietly said: “Zachary, didn’t you appear in the newspapers a few times before?” “What if she knew about your background in advance and pursued you on purpose?” “James, how can you go along with Peter’s nonsense?” “Zoe’s not that kind of person.” James smiled and didn’t say anything more. “Zachary, you have to be careful.” “You know that for families like ours, what we fear most are disputes over assets.” “If you end up divorcing after two years because you’re not compatible, she’d be entitled to half your assets.” “I suggest you be cautious and have a prenup drawn up, control her finances and such.” “You know my dad made that mistake years ago and lost tens of millions…” Samuel, true to his lawyer nature, couldn’t stop talking about calculations and precautions. I didn’t listen any further. After all, as Zachary’s friends, I could understand them reminding him to be cautious. But I believed Zachary knew what kind of person I was. However, the next day, Zachary handed me a prenuptial agreement.

I looked at the agreement, my eyes full of disbelief. “Zachary, what does this mean?” “You don’t trust me?” Zachary probably didn’t realize I had already overheard their conversation, so he casually made up an excuse. “Zoe, it’s not that I don’t trust you.” “This is just a formality in our family, a prenup is necessary.” I countered. “If you trust me, why is a prenup necessary?” “Zachary, we’ve been together for three years, not three months, and certainly not three days.” “After three years, you still don’t trust me? If that’s the case, we might as well not get married.” With that, I angrily threw the agreement on the table and ran out. That night, Zachary found me and sincerely apologized, admitting he had been foolish. He promised not to bring up the prenup again. And I softened and forgave him. I thought this was just a small hiccup before the wedding, but I didn’t realize it was only the beginning.

After we got married. Zachary used the excuse that my health wasn’t good to make me quit my job. As luck would have it, the company I worked for was struggling financially at the time, on the verge of bankruptcy, and had been behind on our salaries for several months. After getting my back pay, I voluntarily resigned, planning to take a break before looking for a new job. But I never imagined. After I quit, I was never able to go back to work. First, Zachary was strongly against it, believing that being a full-time housewife was a good choice for me. I couldn’t believe Zachary would have such an idea. “Zachary, you know.” “I never wanted to be a full-time housewife, I want to have my own career.” But Zachary said. “Even if you have your own career, isn’t the end result just to make money?” “The Xavier family is already wealthy enough.” I was speechless and decided to go out and look for a job directly. But I sent out hundreds of resumes. Not a single company responded. “Zoe, don’t waste your energy, you won’t be able to find a job in this city.” Looking at Zachary’s confident expression, I seemed to know the answer.

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My two sons conspired to send me to a psychiatric hospital simply because I refused to have a third child with another man. “Can’t you understand the policy for three children? Since your mindset is problematic, you should reflect on it here!” My eldest son spoke while the younger one looked at me with disdain: “Exactly, you old fool! Someone is willing to let you have a child and give you a sense of worth, and yet you don’t appreciate it!” “If you can’t give birth to a son, we won’t take you out!” I was trapped in this nightmare, enduring endless humiliation. I was forced to have a son with an orderly and had to endure the abuse from all the men in the hospital. Two months later, my sons came with the whole family to pick me up, asking if I would behave. In front of everyone, I stripped and lifted my right leg like a dog: “I’m about to get pregnant with a son! Please don’t do this in front of my old partner, okay?” When my eldest son, Declan, found me, I was eating scraps in the hospital cafeteria. During the sweltering summer, flies swarmed over the pile of scraps, emitting a pungent stench. But I didn’t care, grabbing the slimy stuff from the bucket and stuffing it into my mouth. I hadn’t eaten in three days, and even though it smelled terrible, even though it had maggots, I devoured it. Declan frowned, slapped my hand, and the scraps scattered all over the ground. He couldn’t bear it and spoke up: “Enough, stop pretending. It’s only been two months, do you have to act so pitiful?” He reached to pull me up. But when I saw his hand, I curled up on the ground, wetting myself in fear, screaming and closing my eyes. “Don’t hit me, please, don’t hit me, I’ll do whatever you want!” Everyone was stunned as I trembled, crawling up from the ground and stripping in front of them. Just as I was about to take off my pants, Declan held down my hands. “Why are you so shameless?” “In public, you’re an old woman, why are you acting crazy?” “I pay this hospital ten thousand a month, have you been eating too well, so you’re playing these tricks on me?” He paused and continued: “Besides, if you hadn’t mistreated Dad, would I have scared you into having a baby with Uncle Heath and sent you here to learn your lesson?” My younger son, Dylan, crossed his arms and scoffed. “Bro, why bother talking to her?” “Look at her, she still doesn’t think she’s wrong. Why not just leave her here and ignore her?” He muttered: “If it weren’t for her ability to have sons, I wouldn’t have introduced her to Uncle Heath! I wonder how Uncle Heath is getting along with this old hag?” Declan was displeased by his brother’s words but kept quiet. Just then, Heath walked over with a smile, and seeing him, my fear only increased. I jumped into a dirty trash can in terror. “No!” “Please, spare my old partner!” “Old partner, don’t kill him! I’ll do it, I’ll give my sons to you, okay…” Hearing this, Declan looked displeased: “Mom, it seems you haven’t learned your lesson. I’m doing this for your good, and you blame me and don’t want me?” He approached, and I screamed in terror. At that moment, my daughter-in-law, Lily, pulled him back and walked over. As she approached, I suddenly stood up, using my removed clothes to cover her face: “Run!” “You’re so young and beautiful, they won’t let you go!” “Don’t let them catch you. They’ll force you to have a son. I’ll cover you, run!”

The stinking clothes made her cough, and Declan quickly pulled her behind him. “Mom! What are you doing?!” “Lily was kind enough to help you, how can you bully her like that?” “If you keep this up, my brother and I will completely ignore you!” After speaking, he turned to comfort his wife. But I didn’t listen to him, only shouted hoarsely to Lily. “Run, they’ll bully you! They’re bad people…” They’re bad people. Heath and the director are in cahoots! They electroshock my paralyzed old partner; they pin me down on him and violate me. They don’t allow him to close his eyes. They say I’m a hen that can’t lay eggs, cut open my belly… in the end, reduced me to a slave of the entire psychiatric hospital. I frantically pushed Lily. Everyone was shocked by this scene, and Heath looked even more displeased, forcing a smile as he came over, warning me in a low voice. “Don’t forget your old partner!” I trembled, quickly undoing my pants: “I’ll do it… I’m the best at having sons, I’ll give you one!” As I spoke, I looked at Lily, silently mouthing for her to run. At this moment, Declan finally sensed something was wrong. Just as he was about to ask, Heath quickly took off his clothes and forcibly tied them on me. “Don’t make trouble, sister-in-law. I know Declan is a vegetable now, and you’re lonely, but I can’t cheat on him!” “I won’t do anything to betray Declan!” Seeing this, Declan pushed me to the ground, his face filled with unbearable anger: “You’re so disrespectful!” “How could Dad marry such a disgusting woman like you!” “Exactly!” Dylan immediately chimed in, looking at me helplessly. “Mom, calm down. One minute you’re abusing Dad, the next you’re accusing the hospital of mistreating you, tarnishing its reputation.” “Truly, the dirty-minded see everything as dirty.” I knelt painfully on the ground, not daring to speak. Seeing this, Declan thought I was guilty, coldly snorting, “Seems you haven’t learned well!” “At your age, letting you out would be a disaster! Uncle Heath not only takes care of you, but also Dad.” “But you’re harming him, truly vicious. I’ll take Dad away, and you’ll stay here for life!” “Who knows what a malicious old thing like you would do to him!” He finished speaking and turned to ask the director and Heath. “Where’s Dad?” The director’s legs went soft, standing there, not knowing what to do. Declan sensed something was wrong, his face darkening: “I’ve been away for years, but I send ten thousand a month to your hospital. Don’t tell me you don’t even know where my dad is!” “If you’re really mistreating the elderly, believe me, I’ll call the media to investigate thoroughly!” Hearing the word “media,” the director and Heath were dizzy, almost fainting! Dylan saw their pleading eyes and immediately stepped in to smooth things over. “Bro, don’t scare them.” “They’ve been honest all their lives; they get tongue-tied when nervous.” “Dad’s an adult, he’s not going missing.” “Besides, with Mom’s personality, if she didn’t want to, who could hide Dad under her nose? I bet only Mom knows.” He finished speaking, turning to me with a pleading look. “Please, Mom, bring Dad out. He’s too old for this.” “Look at Uncle Heath and the director; they’ve been honest all their lives. Can you bear to ruin their reputation?” No wonder they’re brothers; Declan immediately got Dylan’s point, storming over to me, gripping my shoulders tightly. “Old woman, don’t you find yourself ridiculous?” “Throwing tantrums over dissatisfaction, do you think my brother and I are still kids?!” At this moment, the director’s eyes twitched, about to say something, when a patient on break wandered into the cafeteria. Seeing me, he laughed, revealing yellow teeth. “Old woman, your old man seems done for, lying on the ground, not moving!”

Hearing this, I ignored Heath’s warning, breaking free and rushing to the electroshock room, screaming: “Old partner, don’t you dare touch my old partner!” The director and Heath were stunned, quickly reacting, dragging the patient back to the ward while calling security to stop me. But I seemed to have a formidable will, dodging everyone, heading straight for the electroshock room. Hearing me shout “old partner,” Declan finally smiled. “So he’s here!” He turned to scold the director: “Your hospital is incompetent! I’ve been asking you forever, and you didn’t know! Clearly, you don’t care about the patients!” “Forget the media; you’ll have to give me an explanation later!” Finishing, he rushed off. When we reached the electroshock room, Declan was stunned. The person there wasn’t his dad, but a set of patient clothes stuffed with pillows! I despairingly hugged the pillows, crying: “No! Don’t!” I lunged forward, desperately protecting the patient clothes while trying to undress. “You promised me, if I didn’t resist, you’d treat the old man well!” “Please, spare him, I can have children…” Patients at the door ignored the shooing, staring at me, laughing mockingly. The next moment, Declan slammed the door of the operating room, grabbing my hand, red-eyed, questioning me. “What did you call him?” I ignored him, one hand clutching the patient clothes, the other undressing, mumbling for my partner’s sake. Declan couldn’t hold back anymore, prying my fingers from the patient clothes one by one, forcibly taking them from me. “I think you’ve thrown all dignity away!” “Hiding Dad and stripping in public! What does this mean? Are you humiliating Dad?” “Don’t think playing the fool can threaten me!” “Let this patient clothes husband wake up too!” “You called him what?” I didn’t respond, clutching my hospital gown with one hand while my other hand mimicked undressing, softly begging for my spouse. Declan couldn’t hold back any longer. He pried each of my fingers off the gown and forcibly took it from me. “You have no shame left!” “Hiding my dad and undressing in public! What is this supposed to mean? Are you trying to disgrace my dad?” “Don’t think you can intimidate me by pretending to be insane!” “Let your so-called ‘hospital gown husband’ come to his senses too!” With that, he slammed the gown onto the electroshock table. “No!” I screamed, devastated. My spouse was thrown onto the table just as harshly. At that time, he was forcibly injected with a sedative, his body limp and voice weakened from long-standing hunger. His faint “help me” was lost among his labored breaths, and I watched helplessly as the light in his eyes faded into despair. Eventually, it went completely dark. Ignoring Declan’s words, I summoned all my strength and lunged towards the electroshock table. Before anyone could react, I was on the table, clutching the gown tightly. But I accidentally hit the power switch, and a powerful current surged through my body! I convulsed violently, unable to even scream. The unregulated voltage burned my skin, and the smell of scorched flesh brought back the image of my spouse. He looked at me, pacing anxiously, and finally sighed. My consciousness blurred, the last thing I heard was Declan’s anxious shout: “Mom! Are you out of your mind?!” I fell into chaos, enveloped by endless darkness. I dreamed of the week before my spouse and I were sent to the psychiatric hospital.

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I got pregnant with my boyfriend who has a low sperm count. His mother offered me a huge sum to leave him. I thought it was a joke and wanted to share the joy of my pregnancy with my boyfriend, but then I heard a woman talking about taking wedding photos with him. To get rid of me, he and his fiancée conspired to paint me as the other woman. I ended up tearing apart our “home,” erasing all traces of myself, and boarded a plane abroad. Two years later, Gideon found me in a frenzy. He stared intensely at the little child beside me, who bore a striking resemblance to him, and his eyes instantly welled up with tears. “Is this…mine??” — After hanging up the phone, I didn’t believe it. I thought it was just a prank because ever since I got with Gideon, the women around him always tried to separate us. I’d received over 1,300 calls claiming to be from Gideon’s mother. Until evening, when Gideon came back. “Ah Han, I have good news for you, I’m preg—” I leaped into his arms, wrapping mine around his neck, meeting his eyes. Gideon had a low sperm count, with an incredibly slim chance of fathering a child. His greatest dream was to have his own child. For this dream, Gideon’s family went to great lengths; his mother even became a vegetarian, hoping to bring good fortune. And now, I was pregnant with Gideon’s child, and the pregnancy test result was in my pocket as a surprise. I looked at Gideon full of anticipation, imagining how happy he would be when he found out. But unfortunately, before I finished speaking, his phone rang. Seeing the caller ID, he hesitated, then looked at me. In just a moment, he smiled, raised a finger to his lips, signaling me to be quiet. I nodded obediently, feeling something had changed. He had never taken calls like this before. Once connected, I clearly heard a woman’s voice. “Gideon, don’t forget to take our wedding photos later.” Instantly, a chill ran from my spine to the top of my head, freezing my entire soul. Remembering the call earlier, I felt tears stinging my eyes, and my hands holding his face dropped weakly. “I’ll be right there.” He noticed my oddness but still smiled with such ease, even kissed me reluctantly. “Be good, wait at home, I’ll take care of you when I get back.” Gideon dressed up, adjusted in front of the mirror for a long time, and only after confirming there was no unusual scent did he turn to leave. I was in shock for a long time, and by the time I reacted, he was already out of the room. I hurriedly took out my phone to call him, but there was no answer. So, it’s true? Gideon is getting married to another woman. With trembling hands, I took out the pregnancy test result from my pocket. Suddenly, a wave of weakness hit me, making me collapse to the ground, tears flowing like a fountain. If he’s marrying another woman, then what am I? What about the child inside me? Seven years of love, through thick and thin. All the vows Gideon made to me flooded my mind, overwhelming my body and soul. Finally, my body couldn’t bear the shock any longer and collapsed. Before my consciousness faded, I was still wondering. What did my seven years with him mean? Gideon returned at night, half an hour after I regained consciousness. I sat alone on the sofa, tightly clutching that pregnancy test result. He looked exhausted, smelling strongly of women’s perfume, with a glaring lipstick mark on his collar. Yet, even so, he still raised his eyebrows at me and said, “Yo, Adeline, what are you dazing about?” I looked up at him, that red on his collar becoming more glaring. Going to meet his fiancée, he had to clean off the scent of other women. But with me, he was completely indifferent. Thinking about this, I couldn’t help but tighten my grip on the pregnancy test result. Gideon saw I wasn’t speaking and casually smiled, then came over, hugged me like usual, and was about to kiss me. But in the next second, I slapped him across the face. The slap was loud, especially distinct in the quiet space. “Get out!” My tone was icy, hating his careless attitude toward our relationship. “Aren’t you going to explain the wedding photos?” I looked at him, a chill filling my heart. He was stunned for a moment, then put down his hand that was covering his face, not angry, just glanced at me, and finally said blandly, “Marriage for me is just a show, it won’t affect our relationship.” “Since you already know, I won’t hide it anymore. Tell me, what do you want? I’ll buy it for you.” I was heartbroken to the extreme but still held on strong. “Gideon, you know what I want.” His face darkened, losing that playboy demeanor, leaving only impatience and fatigue. “I can give you everything except a title.” He made himself sound so noble. I clutched the pregnancy test result, my lips trembling, asking for myself and the child one last time. “So, you want me to be your mistress?” — Gideon looked at me, his eyes rarely serious. We locked eyes, mine resolute. As long as he said no, the pregnancy test result in my hand would still appear in front of him. He touched his nose, lowered his head, seemingly thinking about something. My heart raced, staring at him intently, hope rising in my heart. But in the end, he disappointed me. He nodded and said, “Yes.” I let out a bitter laugh. What a clear answer from Gideon, just like that, denying our years of relationship, placing me in the position of a mistress. It was like seeing clearly for the first time the man I had invested years in. Seeing I didn’t react, he pulled me into his arms, helplessly persuading me as if he had no choice. “I’m just helping out at school here, my focus is still on the business world, and Lydia is my best match, equal in status. But marrying her won’t affect our relationship, I promise I’ll ensure you graduate from your master’s smoothly.” So, he thought I was with him just for my master’s degree? In his eyes, our relationship was just a transaction. I pushed him away, tears welling in my eyes, biting my lip to hold them back. “Since you only see benefits, then spend your life with your benefits. A person like you doesn’t deserve a family, much less a child!” I put the pregnancy test result behind me. I already had the answer in my heart—this child, he doesn’t deserve to know about. After hearing me out, he first looked at my hand behind me in confusion, then sneered, staring at me as if seeing through me. “Adeline, you’re right.” “Yeah, I don’t deserve a child, just like you don’t deserve to marry into a wealthy family, otherwise in three years…” Gideon’s eyes glanced at my belly, full of ridicule. “Why hasn’t there been any movement from your belly? Otherwise, even if your belly was a little competitive, the position of Gideon’s daughter-in-law wouldn’t go to someone else, and I wouldn’t have to marry a woman I don’t love…” While saying this, Gideon shrugged, the face I once liked for its carefree nature now full of helplessness. I instinctively retorted, “Who said my belly isn’t…” I stopped myself in time, biting my lip. I can’t let my child be seen as a bargaining chip. He stared at me, suddenly reaching out, grabbing behind me. “Been watching you hold something since you came in, let me see?” My heart jumped, I immediately stepped back two steps, not wanting Gideon to find the pregnancy test result. “Come on! Let me see!” But the more I avoided, the more curious Gideon became, directly following up, holding me with one hand, reaching for the pregnancy test result in my hand with the other. In the next second, the pregnancy test result was already in his hand. “Give it back, you don’t deserve…” I hurriedly reached out to snatch it back, my mind full of thoughts about how Gideon doesn’t deserve to be this child’s father, and I don’t want my child’s father to be him either. But how could I win against him? Just as Gideon raised his hand to avoid my grab, about to open that pregnancy test result, seeing the child he’d been longing for about to appear before him, Gideon’s phone vibrated first. He just glanced at the phone, then tossed the unopened pregnancy test result back to me. “Mysterious, don’t look if you don’t want to.” Seeing the pregnancy test result tossed to the ground, the words “pregnancy test” glaringly obvious, I quickly ran over to pick it up. But in the next second, Gideon’s foot was already on top of it. He handed me his phone. “Help me pick a nice wedding photo, it’ll be made into a poster for the wedding day.” “Take your time choosing, I trust your taste.” I squatted on the ground, looking up at him, tears inevitably falling. “So, you have to get married, right?” Even knowing the answer, I couldn’t help but ask. I bit my lip, staring at Gideon, hoping for a different answer from him. Gideon moved his foot, walked to the front door, and opened it. Outside, at some point, it had started raining heavily. He glanced back at me, his eyes unreadable. “Why ask the same question again?” The rain poured down harder, splashing on the ground. I then heard Gideon say, “My wedding is the day after tomorrow. The marriage alliance with the Su family is my best choice, also the best choice for Gideon’s family.” “Don’t worry, if you stay with me, I won’t treat you badly!” — “My wedding is the day after tomorrow!” “Stay with me, I won’t treat you badly!” Gideon stepped aside and walked to the front door, opening it swiftly. Outside, it had begun to rain heavily at some point. He glanced back at me, his eyes dark and inscrutable: “Why ask the same question again?” The rain came down harder, splashing onto the ground. Then I heard Gideon say, “My wedding is the day after tomorrow. This marriage alliance with Lydia’s family is the best choice for both me and Gideon’s family.” “Don’t worry, if you stay with me, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of!” Chapter 3 “My wedding is the day after tomorrow!” “If you stay with me, I’ll make sure you’re taken care of!” Gideon’s words echoed in my ears, leaving me in shock. After he finished speaking, Gideon left with large strides. I picked up the pregnancy test report, holding it tightly to my chest, unable to contain my emotions. Maybe I should have realized earlier that in the eyes of a true wealthy family’s heir, only interest matters. And I was merely a tool to satisfy his needs. I should have known. At that moment, I suddenly remembered when I first got together with Gideon, people envied me, saying I had caught the eye of Gideon’s family’s heir. Even if we couldn’t stay together, there’d be plenty of money. Back then, I said, “I like him for who he is, for his genuine feelings towards me, not for the money.” But now… I was wrong; there were no genuine feelings. Only blatant arrogance. Listening to the roar of his sports car as he left, I realized he wasn’t afraid of losing me. The next day, dragging my suitcase that I’d packed overnight, I was about to go to the hospital for an abortion when a strikingly beautiful woman knocked on my door. When the woman saw me, she smiled gracefully, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, “Hello, I’m Gideon’s fiancée—Adeline, the eldest daughter of the Su family.” I caught my breath. Adeline walked directly up to me, looking me over with a flash of jealousy and disdain in her eyes. “So, you’re Cora, Gideon’s companion for three years, aren’t you? You’re certainly very beautiful.” Companion… A wave of shame washed over me. But Adeline’s next words took my breath away. “I heard you ended up in bed with him within a month of meeting?” “As a fellow woman, let me give you some advice: the easier something is to get, the less a man cherishes it. Gideon and I are childhood sweethearts; he’s never crossed the line. He said he wants to save my first time for marriage…” Hearing this, I clenched my hand, my fingertips digging into my palm. I pretended to be calm: “Miss Su, thank you for your concern. However, you might be mistaken. Gideon and I are boyfriend and girlfriend. It’s mutual consent, so it’s normal for us to have a relationship.” Adeline was taken aback, clearly not expecting a poor student like me to be so composed in front of a rich young lady like her. I looked at her, with her eyebrows similar to mine, and continued: “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going. I have other things to attend to.” “Wait!” Adeline called after me, pulling out a bank card and a property deed from her bag and handing them to me. “Gideon is eager for a child after learning about his family’s genetic disorder. I didn’t want to rush into it, so he chose this path.” “I don’t blame him. As a woman, I understand you too. It’s rare to find a wealthy bachelor, so I discussed it with Gideon’s mother.” “This is the compensation given to me as Gideon’s family’s young mistress, so please accept it.” My heart ached terribly. Did everyone think from the beginning that Gideon approached me just to use me as a surrogate? I was about to argue with her when a wave of nausea hit me, and I covered my mouth, retching, my body convulsing in discomfort. Adeline looked surprised and asked, “Is she pregnant?” But then she sneered. With a naïve and disdainful tone, she looked at me with a superior attitude. “How could that be? If you really were pregnant, someone like you, trying to climb up, wouldn’t stay silent. After all, that’s your ticket into a wealthy family.” “Even if you can’t marry into one, the scraps from a wealthy family are enough for ordinary people like you to live on for a lifetime.” Adeline’s voice was soft and sweet, like countless soft needles piercing into my heart. It stirred up wave after wave of empathy. My eyelashes trembled. I reached into my pocket and touched the pregnancy test report. I really wanted to throw it in her smug face. But then I thought, what’s the point? If word got out about a love triangle, it would seem like I still cared about Gideon. I calmed myself and gently brushed away Adeline’s hand, “No need. Even if I’m poor, I know money should be earned with a clear conscience.” Ignoring Adeline’s furrowed brows and displeasure. I turned and closed the door, placing the villa key in her hand. “Also, here’s the key. Please return it to Gideon for me.” With that, I stepped directly into the downpour without hesitation. The rain drenched me instantly. Behind me, Adeline’s hysterical shouts rang out: “Stop pretending. Weren’t you with Gideon for money? Why play hard to get with me?” “You poor people are just parasites, the scum of society. You just want to be bloodsuckers, feeding off wealthy families.” “Cora, you can’t leave! Did I say you could go?” “Come back! I order you to come back!” I heard her words, but I didn’t argue or debate. Instead, I walked forward in the rain with determination. I thought this would end with a peaceful breakup with Gideon, but they weren’t planning to let me go. “Ivy League Tech University female graduate student climbs into her thesis advisor’s bed to marry into a wealthy family for a smooth graduation” became a trending topic. Photos of me and Gideon entwined in the lab were posted online. His face was completely obscured, while I was fully exposed. The dean called me into his office. “I know you’re dating Gideon, but this has caused too much of a stir. The university has decided to expel you.” Chapter Four After leaving the university, my mind was numb as I somehow made it onto a bus, returning to the home I hadn’t seen in a long time. When I arrived home, the door was splashed with paint, with the words “Mistress, go die” written in large letters. I took out my key to open the door, only to be grabbed by my perpetually drunk dad. “Where’s the money? The breakup money? Give it to me!” He started to feel around my body, ignoring gender boundaries, and I shoved him away. “No! There’s no money!” “Gideon and I were in love and broke up peacefully. I didn’t ask him for money!” “Nonsense!” Another slap landed on my face. My dad pointed at my nose, yelling, “Bullshit! What kind of bullshit love? The internet says you got millions in breakup money. You’re trying to fool me!” “If not for money, why climb into his bed?” He stormed into the bedroom and grabbed a whip. I instinctively trembled, memories of being abused as a child flashing before my eyes. The whoosh of the whip, the unending pleas of pain, the agony of lacerations from the whip, and the ultimate torment of him rubbing salt into the wounds, making me feel like I couldn’t live or die. “Dad, don’t…” Watching him approach with the whip, I frantically pulled out the pregnancy test report and knelt down. “Dad, you can’t hit me. I’m pregnant with Gideon’s child…” He finally halted, paused, then snatched the pregnancy test report, and after reading it, kicked me in the shoulder. “Shameless, just like your mother who ran away!” “I heard Gideon has a low sperm count. How could the child be his? Tell me, which other man have you been fooling around with?” The more he spoke, the more agitated he became, and the whip was about to come down. “Today, I’m going to beat this disgraceful brat to death!” I pushed him away and got up, grabbing a fruit knife from the coffee table and pressing it to my neck. The blade cut into my neck, drawing blood. Grievance and anger filled me, and my hand shook uncontrollably, making it hard to control the pressure. “Fine! You want money, right? If I die now, you won’t get a cent!” Finally, my dad calmed down. He squinted and asked, “Is it really Gideon’s?” At this point, I could only nod. Instantly, my dad’s mood shifted, and he was all smiles, wanting to drag me to find Gideon, saying I was now Gideon’s family’s young mistress. “Stop!” “What do you want to do now?” I pressed the knife harder, causing more blood to seep out. I bitterly curled my lips, “I’ll go alone. If you come with me, it’ll just be a scene. Only if I go and play the victim will I get more money.” Hearing that I could get more money, he let me go. But I had no intention of finding Gideon. I took out my phone, checked the tickets, and planned to head to a new place to start over. To completely leave this oppressive environment. But as I was looking at the tickets, I felt eyes on me like needles. When I looked up, I noticed people passing by were giving me strange looks. At that moment, my phone rang. I opened Gideon’s social media account and saw he had posted an electronic invitation to his wedding with Adeline. He had publicly acknowledged our past and casually said, “Please don’t cyberbully Cora. She just likes me too much.” A wave of nausea surged from my stomach. I covered my mouth, overwhelmed by sadness and anger. Gideon did this, pretending to stand up for me. But! As I stared at the ticket, it felt as though curious glances were pricking at me. When I looked up, I realized that passersby were giving me odd looks. Just then, my phone rang. I opened Gideon’s social media account and saw he had posted the digital invitation for his wedding with Lydia. He casually acknowledged our past, saying, “Please don’t target Miss Cora online, she’s just overly fond of me.” A wave of nausea surged up from my stomach. I covered my mouth, feeling both grief and anger. Gideon’s words seemed like he was defending me. But! Wasn’t he just confirming that I was the other woman? I wiped at my throat, feeling the sting of pain, unsure if it was from my heart or an actual wound. With a trembling hand, I uploaded years of chat logs, photos of us together, and the gifts he gave me onto social media. “I’m Cora from the mistress scandal, but I’m not the mistress. Gideon and Lydia know very well who the real one is.” “When I found out Gideon was getting married, I was devastated. I thought our seven-year relationship was finally going somewhere. But Gideon told me he couldn’t give me a title and wouldn’t break off his engagement with Lydia.” “He wanted me to pretend nothing happened, to remain his compliant lover, while he and Lydia conquered the business world together.” “I refused and broke up with him. But to get rid of me, they painted me as a scheming graduate student willing to do anything to graduate. And what about Gideon? Isn’t he responsible for deceiving his student?” As my emotions ran high, blood trickled from my neck. I posted everything about my years with Gideon and what Lydia said to me online. I want everyone to see his true character. Chapter 5 After everything was said and done, my phone screen was stained with blood, but I felt a sense of relief. Finally, it was all out in the open. As soon as the statement was released, it went viral, and the internet was flooded with news about James and Emily’s families.

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In my previous life, after we saved the Media Mogul, he offered my sister and me two choices. We could either enter Hollywood to become a star or become his adopted daughter and inherit his empire. My sister eagerly chose to inherit the business and boasted, “Elder Sister, you should go to Hollywood and face the challenges there. I want to be a princess in high society. Soon, you’ll be begging me for opportunities.” But once she moved into the Media Mogul’s home, she was constantly under the suspicious eye of his wife and lived in conditions worse than the servants’. In the end, she was forced into a loveless marriage with an older man who was both disabled and abusive. Meanwhile, I rose to fame with an original song that turned me into a household name and a famous actress worth millions. Later, at a charity gala, when she saw me as the honored guest, she broke down completely. In a fit of rage, she attacked me, and then took her own life by jumping out of a window. After our rebirth, we returned to the day we rescued the drowning Media Mogul. This time, my sister was so emotional that she burst into tears, exclaiming, “I want to enter Hollywood and become a famous actress!” The person before me is a true Media Mogul, whose enterprises dominate a significant portion of Hollywood. With sharp insight and a generous approach, they invest heavily in their artists, becoming the ideal mentor every newcomer dreams of. To showcase her talent to the Media Mogul, my Sister performed an impromptu song and dance, claiming it was her “Original Song.” “Sir, I’ve loved singing and dancing since I was a child. I apologize if it was awkward, but please consider making me a Celebrity. I know I can succeed!” Initially, I was lost in thought, but the familiar tune jolted me back to reality. It was my Original Song that went viral overnight in my past life! A bold thought crossed my mind: my Sister has experienced Rebirth too. The Media Mogul looked at her with admiration, nodding in approval. But then, my Sister’s legs gave out, and she collapsed, appearing exhausted, softly saying: “Sir, what I can’t let go of the most is my older sister. Please treat her well after adopting her…” She suddenly added with a worried expression: “When I saved you from the water just now, she was terrified on the shore. She’s been afraid of water since she was young; please keep that in mind.” Hearing this, the Media Mogul’s face darkened immediately. Because when he woke up by the shore, the first person he saw was me, soaking wet. And when he thanked me, I didn’t deny it. Now it seems like I wanted to claim the credit for rescuing him. “The child I want to adopt must have good character, not someone who resorts to tricks and lies. I’m sorry, but I’ll give you twenty thousand dollars as a token of thanks.” With a stern face, the Media Mogul pulled out a check, signed a number, and handed it to me. My Sister’s eyes lit up at the sight of the twenty thousand dollars. In the past life, she thought she would live a luxurious life after being adopted, only to find herself eating and wearing the servants’ leftovers. After marriage, she suffered daily abuse and beatings, and by the time she died, all her money amounted to no more than five hundred dollars. She immediately blocked my way, grabbed the check, and pretended to be terrified, speaking for me: “Sir, please don’t say that. My older sister didn’t just stand there; she cheered for me from the shore. Without her, I would’ve lost the strength to stay afloat long ago…” I watched her performance quietly, waiting for the chance to deliver a decisive blow. I smiled and asked, “Sister, since you’re so good at swimming, why don’t you jump into the river now and show us a frog kick?” My Sister’s expression froze. The Media Mogul snorted, “What do you mean, are you saying that you were the one who saved me?” I pressed my lips together, and in the next second, I dove into the water, holding my breath for a full minute before resurfacing. Seeing my Sister’s face turn from blue to pale, I said calmly, “Your turn, go ahead.” She couldn’t hold it any longer, screaming sharply, wishing to tear me apart: “I’m your Sister! Why do you keep pushing me to the brink!” I smiled at the Media Mogul, the truth was now evident. He was so furious that he clutched his chest, unable to speak, pointing at my Sister. But given that she had been his Adopted Daughter for years, she knew he was soft-hearted, so she knelt down with a thud, crying bitterly: “I’m sorry, sir, I lied just now! But I have my reasons! My older sister has always liked being in the limelight. When we were kids, and the orphanage director taught us to swim, I was better, so she grew jealous. She pushed me into the water when no one was looking, and I almost drowned. Since then, I’ve been afraid of water… “And she loves brand ads. She only saved you because she noticed your belt was Hermès. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have cared…” I truly admired her ability to lie on the spot. The Media Mogul looked at her in shock, half-believing her words. Eventually, he still appreciated her impressive creative talent and agreed to help her find an agency to sign with. That afternoon, we boarded the Media Mogul’s private jet to San Francisco. My Sister leaned over, smiling, and said, “Older sister, your good days have finally arrived. This life, you deserve it. “And I will be just like in the past life, becoming that Famous Actress in the spotlight.” She looked at me arrogantly, thinking it would terrify me, but unexpectedly, from start to finish, I just watched her with a smile. Newcomers pop up in Hollywood all the time. Where does she get the confidence to think she can rely on just one song to stay popular forever? Someone this foolish, even a thousand Rebirths wouldn’t help. I followed the Media Mogul to his home, a mansion in the heart of the city, comparable to a royal garden. The steps were made of white jade, and the railings were inlaid with gold. This top-tier Media Mogul lived more lavishly than I imagined. But I knew well that everyone in High Society is shrewd, so I showed no interest in anything, appearing indifferent the entire time. At lunch, I used my past life’s etiquette to appear generous and graceful. The Media Mogul, who had been observing me, finally showed a satisfied smile. He gestured for the servants to serve me food and began to ask about my life: “As my daughter, I won’t treat you poorly. You’ll receive a seven-figure monthly allowance, and there will be dedicated staff to take care of your daily needs. You’ll never have to go back to the life you had before. “However, as my daughter, I hope you’ll be diligent, know your limits, and become a good helper for your father in the future.” I looked up as a well-dressed, well-maintained middle-aged woman walked in briskly, her eyes almost spitting fire. I recognized her immediately as the Media Mogul’s legitimate wife, Madam Daphne. “Gideon Bennett, who’s this child you’ve brought in this time?” In the past, I learned that Madam Daphne was a wealthy heiress who insisted on marrying the Media Mogul and supported his business with her entire family. As they say, heroes can’t resist beautiful women, and the Media Mogul did have a few scandals in his younger days, making her wary. Seeing the Media Mogul’s face darken, I stood up first to introduce myself: “Hello, Madam, my name is Nora Bennett, the Adopted Daughter of Mr. Bennett.” She snorted, mocking, “Adopted Daughter? I guess I’ll have to give up my position as Madam soon since you’re the first one Gideon Bennett has brought home directly in years.” “Ah Feng! What nonsense are you spouting?!” The Media Mogul finally couldn’t keep his expression in check. I smiled slightly, stood up, and pulled out a chair for Madam Daphne, respectfully serving her food and soup. She sneered at my actions but didn’t stop taunting: “Oh, so you’ve done your homework on me. Too bad, I’m not Summer, and I won’t like you just because you’re pretty and diligent.” But as the aroma of the food wafted over, her nose twitched slightly. The Media Mogul noticed this and couldn’t help but smile. In the past life, out of gratitude for the Media Mogul’s kindness, I carefully learned Madam Daphne’s preferences. I knew she had a big temper but wasn’t a bad person. Every time I gave her gifts, she would return the gesture. Once, when I faced a media crisis, she spoke on my behalf in front of reporters. I also learned that when she was young, she helped Mr. Bennett sell goods at a stall. Once, she was accidentally hit on the neck by merchandise, narrowly escaping death, which left her with chronic issues. Thinking of this, I gently placed my hand on her neck. Madam Daphne instinctively flinched, “What are you doing!?” But then she suddenly felt an indescribable comfort and relaxation, and couldn’t help but loosen up. “I grew up in an orphanage. Although the director and teachers gave us a lot of love, I still learned to be cautious from a young age, striving to be a likable child.” I massaged her shoulders and neck earnestly, speaking slowly: “Being likable meant I could get an extra piece of meat in the cafeteria, gain more knowledge when asking teachers questions after class, and receive more love. “The director, who raised us herself, was like a mother to me. She worked tirelessly every day, suffering from severe shoulder and neck issues. I would massage her every day… “Every time I did it, I felt incredibly happy. It was like having a home, massaging my hardworking mother.” As I spoke, I could sense the person’s breathing in front of me tremble slightly. Madam Daphne had no children, but I knew she longed for one more than anyone. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mr. Bennett watching me intently. Our eyes met, and his expression softened, nodding towards me. I understood well that the reason Gideon Bennett agreed to fulfill my Sister and my wishes wasn’t just out of gratitude. More importantly, he valued our outstanding appearances, thinking we could be of use to him in the future. He must have been aware of how my Sister lived in the past. The only explanation is that he allowed it to happen. If I couldn’t be of real help to him, my fate would likely be no different than my Sister’s past life. That night, I brought red wine to Madam Daphne’s room on behalf of the servants. She was smoking, and when she saw me, she raised an eyebrow and slowly got up to open the window. “At this hour, you’re looking for me? Aren’t you enjoying the luxury room Gideon arranged for you?” Her words were still sharp, but they were quite different from the day. There was no longer an attempt to associate me with Gideon and slander me. My elder sister surely knew about the hardships my sister faced in her previous life. The only explanation is that she allowed it all to happen. If I can’t be of real assistance to her, I fear my fate could mirror that of my sister’s past. That evening, I took a glass of red wine to Madam Daphne’s room on behalf of the servant. She was smoking and, upon seeing me, raised an eyebrow and slowly opened the window. “Why are you here at this hour? Aren’t you going to enjoy the luxurious room that Gideon Bennett arranged for you?” Her words were as sharp as ever, but there was a noticeable difference compared to earlier in the day. She no longer associated me negatively with Gideon Bennett. “Madam, I have no interest in your assets. I’m willing to sign an agreement to ensure I have no inheritance rights.” Meeting her astonished gaze, I stated clearly, “I’m here to help you avert a crisis.” In my past life, the main reason my sister married such a despicable person was that the Bennett Corporation faced a severe crisis. Otherwise, even as an adopted daughter, she was the Bennett Family’s only daughter, representing their image, and Gideon Bennett wouldn’t have treated her marriage so lightly. Madam Daphne took a drag from her cigarette and turned to the window, chuckling softly, “Our Bennett Family is large and conducts business with integrity. What help could you possibly provide?” I concealed a smile. “There’s no doubt about Bennett Corporation’s strength. But it can’t withstand an insider selling company secrets to competitors.” I took out a pen and paper and wrote down a few names. These people caused chaos in the industry by betraying the Bennett Corporation in my past life, and it’s hard for anyone not to have heard of them. Madam Daphne casually glanced at the names, and her expression changed dramatically. I said, “Maybe you don’t believe me, but I’ve had a knack since childhood for reading people and distinguishing good from evil. On my way here, I researched news related to Bennett Corporation. You should pay particular attention to the people on this list.” … Although Madam Daphne was skeptical, she couldn’t ignore the detailed information I provided. She informed Mr. Bennett, and they investigated the company’s situation. They indeed discovered a major issue: several executives had been secretly contacting competitors. The company was about to enter an important bidding process, and failure would result in significant losses. Mr. Bennett and Madam Daphne were shocked and immediately cleaned house from top to bottom. Within a week, I saved Gideon Bennett’s life and helped the company avoid enormous losses. Media Moguls are often superstitious, and the wealthier they are, the more they believe in fate. Now they almost all believe that I was sent by fate to bring them luck. At a family dinner, Madam Daphne seriously asked me, “Tell me, what do you want?” I placed my hand over my heart and sincerely said to her, “I am already the adopted daughter of the Bennett Family. I want nothing but for the Bennett Family to prosper and for my father and mother to enjoy peace and happiness.” It was the first time I proactively called them “father” and “mother.” Madam Daphne didn’t refuse; instead, she embraced me with excitement. I knew that from this moment, the doors of the Bennett Family were truly open to me. 5. From that day on, Gideon Bennett began taking me into the company to handle some affairs. I displayed astonishing business talent, and the projects and artists I selected created huge profits for the company.

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When I was crushed by the panicked horse at the zoo, it dawned on me why Asher had brought me there—he wanted to kill me again! This marked his 99th attempt to take my life. Yet again, his plan would fail. I asked the system, “Is the villain’s malice level about to max out?” The system replied, “Yes, it’s at 99%. Just one more incident, and you can release yourself from being the villain’s little wife and choose a new identity.” “Available identities are: A. Villain’s stepmother; B. Swap identities with the villain; C. Return to your own body as the corpse sister.” “Help!” “Ah!” “Run!” The horse’s high hooves and Asher’s indifferent back descended together, one tearing at my body, the other shattering my heart. I lay on the ground, trampled repeatedly by the frenzied horse, blood surging from my broken organs, pouring from my mouth, ears, and nose. The cries and screams of the crowd mixed with the horse’s frantic neighs, pounding in my ears, making me dizzy. Despite the pain and despair, I suddenly wanted to laugh at my own foolishness. Yesterday, when Asher suddenly invited me to the zoo, I foolishly thought… He finally wanted to accept me. But it was just a crueler way to die, trampled by a mad horse! Asher, this is truly a painful enough death to make me give up!

The sharp smell of disinfectant pulled me back from endless darkness. Although the system wouldn’t let me die, each death felt real. From the pain of the first death to the later ones, I was left with only numbness and despair. The fear of death, with its body and soul pain and boundless loneliness, was still vivid. I curled up, hugging myself, tears like a broken kite falling one by one: “Asher, it hurts.” “Asher, I’m scared.” “Asher, save me.” …I cried and cried, on and off for a month. But the Asher who descended like a god in the alley at 18 to save me never came. Worse, the one who saved me became the source of all my pain.

At 18, I was cornered in an alley by a gang of thugs. Their laughter was piercing, making lewd jokes, their sticky, disgusting gazes seemed to strip me bare. Dirty hands roamed my body, filling me with nausea and despair. I struggled and called for help, but a foul mouth came to gag me, leaving me helpless. “What are you doing?!” At my most desperate moment, Asher appeared. He pushed me aside, “Run!” He held them off alone, no matter how bloodied, he kept them at bay. Later, when everyone called me shameless, or even when I thought I was dirty, he firmly told me, “You’re not wrong, the wrong ones are those who did it.” He was the light in the darkness, my last straw before dying. So, even though the system gave me four identity choices, in my eyes, there was only ever the choice of being Asher’s wife.

“Asher.” In my daze, I seemed to hear Asher’s voice. I got up in joy and followed it. In the next room, I saw him and also… Beatrix. Asher’s adopted sister, the cherished white moonlight he didn’t dare to touch. He was reading her a story with a tenderness I had never seen. Before marrying Asher, our relationship wasn’t this horrible Once, I got stabbed 18 times saving Asher, feeling my blood drain futilely on a rainy night until death. Since then, I feared every rainy night, often crying and begging him to stay with me for a while, but he always refused. Let alone reading a story so gently. The voice stopped, and Asher looked at the sleeping Beatrix, suppressing his feelings for a long time, but he couldn’t help leaning in, leaving a kiss on her lips: “Beatrix, wait for me.” “I’ll soon make Adeline repay you with her heart.”

Heart…?! I hid back in my room, burying myself in the blankets. But no matter how unwilling, Asher still came. Before he arrived, his voice preceded him, “Adeline, even this didn’t kill you.” Asher disdainfully threw a stack of papers at my face, “Sign it.” It was an organ donation agreement. Donor: Adeline. Recipient: Beatrix. Organ: Heart.

My nails dug into my palm. I looked at this man I’ve loved and hated for seven years . My throat tightened, and despite opening my mouth several times, no sound came out. Until the tenth time, I finally spoke, my voice trembling and choking, “Asher, that’s my heart! I’ll die.” “Then just die.” Asher didn’t even bother to look at me, casually throwing out his words: “Stop pretending.” “You won’t die, and this heart is what you owe Beatrix.” “If you hadn’t focused on saving me and not saved Beatrix,” “She wouldn’t have stayed in the rain so long and gotten sick.” “If you hadn’t used the fact you saved me to force me to marry you,” “How would Beatrix have gotten so agitated and triggered a heart condition?!” But to save you, I was bled dry, to death! How could I save Beatrix? Marrying me was your own idea to show your grandfather you valued emotions to fight for inheritance! How is it all my fault?

Bitter tears seeped into my heart, leaving me powerless. I could only shake my head, “It’s not me, it’s not me.” Asher remained focused on his phone, a smile I’ve never seen on his lips. He played a voice message, and a soft voice on the other end cooed, “Brother, where are you? Beatrix misses you.” He replied gently, “Beatrix, be good, brother is coming back soon.” Then, he turned off his phone, his face cold towards me, “Adeline, are you refusing a toast only to be forced to drink?” “Come, pin her down and make her sign.” At his command, the bodyguards swarmed in, forcibly holding my hand to sign the donation agreement. In the chaos, inappropriate hands even slipped under my clothes, touching my chest, reaching between my legs. The disgusting, sticky sensation of so many hands made me want to vomit. I struggled desperately, “What are you doing?!” “Let me go!” “Let me go, no!” I was back in that alley from seven years ago, a crack opened in my heart, tearing wider. Desperate, I reached out: “Asher, Asher, save me!” But Asher just stood there coldly watching, suddenly kicking the bed, cursing, “Slut.” “Can you not be without a man for even a moment?!” He turned away in disgust, “Hurry up, and give me the donation agreement later.”

To ensure I could provide Beatrix a healthy heart, Asher had my room heavily guarded. Knowing I was from Southern Carolina, where I couldn’t live without spicy food, he changed my diet, forcing me to eat low-salt meals every day. Everything was boiled, without any seasoning. I endured a day, two days… I finally couldn’t hold it anymore and vomited until I was dizzy. The bodyguards reported to Asher, whose voice was icy, “Drama queen!” “If she won’t eat, can’t you force-feed her?” The bodyguards pinned my hands, held my feet, pried open my mouth, and poured food down my throat. The bland liquid spilled all over me, sticky and disgusting. I was like cattle waiting to be slaughtered, force-fed to fatten me up so the greedy diners could have another bite at the table later. Soon, an itch crept up. I looked at the bowl in disbelief, familiar yellow specks—egg. And I’m allergic to eggs. I tried to speak, but the constant stream of food blocked my voice. My whole body itched, my throat swelled rapidly, and I twisted and turned in pain, trying to escape. Even if my limbs bled, twisted, or broke, triggering the wounds from the horse trampling that hadn’t healed, I couldn’t break free. Instead, I was pinned down more forcefully on the bed.

I was pinned down like a dog or pig, while Asher was telling jokes to make Beatrix laugh. Beatrix giggled cutely, then said, “By the way, brother.” “Is Adeline really willing to give me her heart?” “She won’t pretend to agree and then run away on the surgery day, will she?!” Beatrix sobbed a bit, “Brother, if Adeline runs, won’t I die on the operating table?” “I’m scared!” Asher hugged her gently, “She won’t.” So, he ordered his men, “Seal Adeline’s room completely with iron.” “Give her a shot every day.” “Before the surgery, let her lie on the bed like a vegetable.”

The room was turned into an iron cage, and I was drugged daily, muddled, waiting for death on the bed. “Adeline, now you know how it feels.” “Don’t blame me for being ruthless, blame yourself for being cheap! For taking my brother away.” This voice was Beatrix! “I can’t leave brother, I’ll die without him.” “So… I can only let you die.” Beatrix laughed softly, then added, “Actually, I don’t have a heart condition at all.” “Inject her with drugs every day.” “Before the surgery, let her stay in bed in a vegetative state.” The hospital room felt like an iron cage. Every day, I was drugged, lying there, waiting for death. “Adeline, it’s your turn now.” “Don’t blame me for being cruel. Blame yourself for foolishly taking my Brother.” It was Beatrix’s voice! “I can’t live without Brother. Without him, I’ll die.” “So… I have no choice but to let you die.” Beatrix chuckled, “Actually, I don’t have a heart condition.” “I bribed the doctor to say I did, just so Brother would give me your heart, leading to your death!” My breathing quickened. She never had a heart condition! It was all a lie to deceive Asher! I must tell Asher!!! “You’re awake?!” Beatrix noticed my reaction, exclaiming in surprise. I tried to control my emotions, pretending to know nothing. Beatrix examined me closely, “Is she… not awake?” “Hmph.” Beatrix’s eyes darkened, “Whether you’re awake or not, as long as you die, that’s what matters.” “You’re going to die anyway, whether sooner or later makes no difference.” “Let me help you leave this world a bit earlier.” She laughed, “An early death means an early rebirth!” The room’s temperature began to rise. She intended to burn me! I suddenly realized her plan. I wanted to run, to scream, but the drugs left me paralyzed. The heat intensified, scorching my body. I rolled off the bed; the door was only ten meters away, but it felt like an unreachable distance. I clawed toward it with all my might, leaving scratch marks on the iron. Bloodstains crisscrossed the floor, accompanied by the smell of burning flesh. My skin peeled off as I crawled, my dying cries echoing—someone, save me, help me! The pain was unbearable! Save me! Save me!!! In my final moments, I heard Asher’s voice: “Quick! Save her!!!” He sounded frantic. Was it for me? “Brother.” “My heart hurts.” Beatrix frowned, clutching her chest. “What?!” Asher panicked, immediately scooping up Beatrix, “Everyone, clear the route to the nearest hospital!” “What about Mrs.?” He turned sharply, our eyes meeting across the hospital room. “Brother!” Beatrix clung to his hand, crying, “It hurts so much!” Asher hesitated no more, carrying Beatrix out: “Forget her, she won’t die!” Beatrix clutched her chest, crying, “Brother, I actually caused Sister Adeline’s accident.” She lowered her head, voice choked, “I wanted to have a candlelight dinner with Brother, but accidentally knocked over the candle.” “Brother, am I stupid?” “You can scold me, hit me.” She clung to Asher’s sleeve, pleading, “Just don’t leave me!” No, she did it on purpose to burn me! Asher comforted her, “It’s okay, don’t be afraid, Beatrix.” “It’s not your fault; maybe it’s Adeline’s karma.” …… Their voices faded away, leaving me to be consumed by the fire. Karma? I wanted to laugh but had no strength to move. I wanted to cry, but tears had long run dry for Asher. David said a person dies three times in life. I had died seven times for Asher. I should let go. Memories flashed through my mind, those unforgettable moments fading away. Asher, I don’t love you anymore. System: “Calculating the male lead’s malice value…” With that, I fell into nothingness. On the first day of Adeline’s death, Asher was busy consoling the frightened Beatrix. On the second day, Asher took Beatrix on a Ferris wheel ride. On the third day, Asher frowned. Adeline used to return to him within three days. On the fourth day, Asher carved a bunny out of an apple for Beatrix, remembering how he used to cheer up Adeline with it. On the fifth day, Asher felt a void in his heart. He told himself, she loved you too much to leave! On the sixth day, Asher saw Adeline’s figure everywhere in a daze. Asher panicked. He kept asking his subordinates, “Has Adeline been here?” Asher kicked over everything in front of him, “Where is Adeline?!” “Where is she?” “Hurry, find her for me!” “But… Mr. He, Mrs. already died in that fire!” Asher froze in shock. Adeline, dead?! “Shut up!!!” He glared at the speaker, “Impossible! She can’t be dead!” “She can’t be dead!!!” Asher went mad. He started searching for me everywhere, turning over every inch of land. But it was too late. Asher searched for an entire month but never found me. After drinking a whole case of liquor, he returned once more to the place where I was burned to death. The sight of charred ruins struck Asher’s heart. “Adeline!” He stumbled inside, frantically digging through the rubble, “Adeline, I didn’t allow you to die!” “You’re not allowed to die!” He searched all night until dawn finally unearthed a decayed corpse. The rotting body had been burnt to a crisp, covered in dark red blood stains. The stench was overwhelming, but Asher felt nothing. He held the corpse tightly, tears streaming down his face, “Adeline, Adeline, I was wrong.” “I’m sorry, please come back?!” “I’m begging you, if you come back,” “I’ll do anything.” “Really? What if I want you all dead?” As a corpse, I grinned. One minute earlier. System: “Male lead’s malice value calculation complete, reaching 100%” “You may unbind from the CEO’s trophy wife status and select a new identity.” “Available identities: A CEO’s stepmother; B switch identities to become CEO; C return to your body as the corpse queen.” “Please choose.” Remembering the agony of my blood being drained in the rain, The pain of being tortured to death, The agony of being trampled to death by horses, …… And being burned to death in the fire, I want Asher, Beatrix, and everyone who hurt me, To face retribution! With a plan in mind, I smiled and said, “I want them all.” 16 Watching Asher’s terrified eyes, I chuckled, “Just a little joke.” Asher looked at me, resembling a dried corpse, in disbelief. “Adeline?!”

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Cora’s dad forced me to donate bone marrow to the fake heiress. When I felt all hope was lost, my boyfriend unexpectedly proposed we marry sooner and took me home. But after the wedding, he seemed restless every night. I thought it was because he loved me so much. Then I found out I was pregnant and overheard him talking to my dad: “Your plan’s brilliant. Let Cora’s child be the donor for Adeline’s bone marrow. Once Adeline recovers, I’ll keep my promise and marry her.” “But this is your child too. Can you really be so heartless?” The husband who had always been gentle and loving towards me now had a look of cold indifference: “If Cora had agreed to donate her bone marrow to Adeline, I wouldn’t have needed to marry her. She owes Adeline and should repay the favor.” Hearing this, my dad solemnly patted Asher on the shoulder. “I’m sorry for putting you through this. To save Adeline, you had to approach Cora and sacrifice such a significant life event.” “Once it’s done, I’ll give you an extra three percent on the Asher family project.” A flicker of delight crossed Asher’s face. “Thank you, Dad. I’ll be devoted to Adeline in the future!” Hiding outside the study, I trembled in fear. I never imagined that Asher, whom I loved for four years, saw me merely as a means to an end. Even our child was just a tool to save Adeline. I covered my mouth tightly, stifling my sobs. It wasn’t until I returned to my room that tears began to flow uncontrollably. Half a year ago, I was brought back to Cora’s family. On the sofa sat my dad and the delicate, pale Cora. My dad gazed at Cora with affection, treating me like a stranger. “I don’t care about blood ties. Though Cora is a fake heiress, she’s still my daughter whom I’ve raised for 18 years. You two need to get along.” Despite feeling unsettled, I nodded. I had spent the first 18 years in an orphanage, longing desperately for family love. But then he asked me to donate bone marrow to Cora! “She’s your sister. It’s only right for a sister to yield to her sibling.” “If you can’t donate even this bit of bone marrow, you’re unworthy of being part of Cora’s family.” In an instant, my last shred of hope was completely shattered. As they were about to force me with bodyguards, I grabbed a fruit knife and held it to my neck. “I’d rather die than give away my bone marrow!” Cora’s family didn’t know what to do with me. At this moment, my boyfriend Asher appeared like a god, driving away those bodyguards. He reprimanded my dad and took me away from Cora’s family. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you a home and all my love.” I believed his promise, and after our quick marriage, my heart was filled with him. Asher clung to me every day, saying he wanted a love child with me. I said I didn’t want kids so soon. But he secretly poked holes in the condoms behind my back. Even the nutritious meals he made for me were actually fertility porridge… Asher had planned it all along, wanting me to get pregnant to save Adeline. Coming back to reality, I looked at the crumpled pregnancy test sheet in my hand, feeling a wave of disgust. I threw it under the bed and scheduled an appointment for an abortion. Just as I confirmed the time, Asher walked in. Seeing my tear-streaked face, he looked tense: “Who upset my wife? I’m here, don’t cry.” In the past, I would have been touched, thinking he was my support. But now, knowing the truth, I found him hypocritical and disgusting. Seeing my silence, Asher frowned slightly, “What happened? Didn’t you just message me saying you had something to tell me?” I made up an excuse, “I won a prize. The company is rewarding me with a three-day vacation.” A hint of disappointment flashed in Asher’s eyes. He thought it was the good news of my pregnancy and was about to say something. But then his phone rang again. I saw it was a message from Adeline, and my heart ached. But Asher’s expression softened instantly, focusing on Adeline’s message. I watched coldly, realizing how blind I’d been. I never noticed how obvious they were. After replying to the message, Asher came over and pinched my face like usual. “Wife, I don’t want to be apart from you. Adeline also said she wants to go out for some relaxation. How about the three of us go together?” I frowned and refused, “No way, you know we don’t get along.” Asher pouted, “We’re family after all. You’ve been distant from them for so long, it’s not good for our future. Why not take this chance to ease things?” “That’s settled, any more fuss and you’re just being unreasonable.” With that, he turned and left. I sighed, feeling only irritation. To avoid them noticing anything, I messaged the doctor to postpone the abortion by three days. While packing that night, I found Asher’s diary. He never let me open it, and I obediently complied. But this time, I opened it impulsively. Every page recorded his deep love for Adeline. “Tomorrow I’m marrying Cora. I spent the whole night in our bridal chamber holding Adeline. We love each other but can’t be together. I hate myself.” “Adeline’s condition is worsening. I can only desperately be intimate with Cora to get her pregnant. I wish the person beneath me was Adeline.” … I only realized I was crying when my fingers touched the cold pages. In a panic, I put the diary back. Then Adeline messaged me again. “Sister, Asher already told you we’re going on a trip tomorrow, right?” “He’s not coming home tonight, he’s shopping with me. You don’t have to wait for him.” Maybe worried I wouldn’t believe her, she sent several pictures of Asher. In the photos, Asher knelt on the ground, putting high heels on her reverently. All the high heels were high-fashion and expensive. After our marriage, I was considerate of Asher’s new business and never spent his money. So he went along with it, even my birthday was hastily arranged. “Wife, you’re the best. Once I make big money, I’ll make it up to you with birthday gifts.” But I didn’t expect Asher wasn’t short of money. He just didn’t want to put effort into me. I thought my heart was dead, but seeing this, it still ached uncontrollably. I wanted to call and confront Asher, but I held back. Causing a scene would only make things more embarrassing for me. I set Adeline to “Do Not Disturb” and got ready for bed. In the dark, I touched my belly. “Baby, I’m sorry.” “But Dad doesn’t love Mom. I’m afraid you’ll regret coming into this world…” I was once an orphan, suffering scorn. I vowed to give my future child a happy family. Now that Asher turned out like this, how could I let my child follow in my footsteps? Early the next morning, Asher returned. There were visible kiss marks on his neck. I pretended not to see, but the pain in my heart was undeniable. “Wife, are you jealous?” Asher noticed my mood and tried to coax me. “Dad insisted I accompany Little Adeline shopping yesterday. I couldn’t refuse. Don’t be mad, I bought you a gift.” He then handed me a brooch. I lowered my eyes, hiding my disappointment. “Alright, we’re running late, let’s get going.” Asher nodded, pinned the brooch on my clothes, and led me out. In the car, Adeline’s gaze lingered on our holding hands, her expression slightly changing. She sat in my designated seat and threw all my dolls to the ground. “Sister, these dolls annoy me, so I tossed them. You don’t mind, right?” “And I get carsick. The back seat’s air is stuffy, so you’ll have to bear it.” I ignored her and silently looked at Asher. I thought, if he defended me, I would part ways on good terms for the sake of our four years. But I was disappointed again. Asher pretended not to hear and quietly buckled Adeline’s seatbelt. After seeing this, my last bit of affection for him vanished. I closed my eyes and lay back to rest. But due to emotional turmoil, I had morning sickness. Unable to hold back, I threw up in the car, making Adeline scream in anger. “You’re just doing this because I’m in the front seat, trying to disgust me, right?” “Sister, if you’re so petty, I won’t go on this trip.” As she spoke, she was about to get out, and Asher hurriedly kicked me out instead. He didn’t bother to hide anymore, his face dark: “Adeline’s health isn’t good. Why upset her? What’s your motive?” “We came out to have fun, can’t you stop being so petty and ruining everyone’s mood?” He then told me to find my own way to the airport. But he left me on the highway, where no cars dared to stop. I had to stumble to the airport on my own. In the end, my feet were blistered, and the back of my high heels was covered in blood. Asher noticed and showed a hint of reluctance. He softened his tone, “I got too emotional on the road earlier, I’m sorry, wife, let me carry you.” But I directly refused. I didn’t want any physical contact with him anymore. Seeing my cold attitude, Asher tried to coax me. Adeline, beside us, was burning with jealousy. Seeing the brooch on my clothes, she eagerly mocked: “Isn’t this the bonus from buying high heels yesterday? Sister, you really like it.” “Asher, this brooch suits my sister perfectly, you have a great eye.” Asher noticed, and a fleeting reluctance showed in his eyes. He softened his tone, “I got too emotional on the road earlier, sorry, my dear. Let me carry you.” But I refused outright. I didn’t want any physical contact with him now. Seeing my cold demeanor, Asher patiently tried to placate me. Adeline, standing nearby, was burning with jealousy. Noticing the brooch on my clothes, she couldn’t wait to mock, “Isn’t that the free gift from the high heels I bought yesterday? Sister, you must really like it.” “Asher, this brooch really suits my sister, you have a good eye.” The atmosphere suddenly grew tense. Asher stammered, trying to explain, but I tossed the brooch into the trash. It was the first time I had openly disregarded Asher’s feelings. He got a bit angry too, “Even if it’s a free gift, it was a token of my affection, and you just threw it away!” “Adeline is your sister, and I’m her brother-in-law! What’s wrong with buying her something?” “Don’t forget, she’s the heiress raised in Cora’s family. Do you have the right to compete with her?” Could Asher really remember he’s Adeline’s brother-in-law? I felt only irony in my heart, yanking his collar, “Alright, then explain to me, what are these?” Asher’s face turned red, “These are just mosquito bites from yesterday, my dear, don’t misunderstand.” “It’s my fault for not making you feel secure. It won’t happen again.” Adeline stood by, looking at me with mockery in her eyes, full of provocation. I only felt exhausted, not saying another word. When we reached our destination, Adeline insisted on sharing a room with us. “I’m scared to stay alone, and besides, staying together means you can take better care of me.” “Sister, you’re not jealous of even this, are you?” I was furious, wanting to book a separate room for myself. But Asher stopped me, “Are you trying to make a joke of us? Besides, Adeline has a point. Just accommodate her a bit more.” Afraid I’d insist on two rooms, Asher grabbed my phone. Helplessly, I had to share a big bed with them. Adeline insisted on lying in the middle, her arm casually draped over Asher. Later, she even slipped into his embrace right in front of me. “Do you have no shame, so desperate for a man?” “Asher, if you want to get intimate, go get another room. Don’t involve me in your play.” I couldn’t hold back, with red eyes, I questioned them. Asher frowned, protecting Adeline, “Enough, don’t scare her. It was an accident, is it worth getting this angry?” “Can you stop being so filthy-minded? If I really had something with Little Adeline, would you still have a place?” Hearing this, Adeline looked at me pitifully, “Sister, can’t you tolerate me at all? I just accidentally took brother-in-law as my teddy bear pillow.” “In that case, I’ll just go back to New York City now.” Asher couldn’t stand her acting like this and impulsively slapped me. “I think you need discipline. Adeline came to make amends with you, and you’re not appreciative, just nitpicking!” Stunned by his slap, I held my reddened cheek, the pain spreading to my heart. Asher realized and tried to apologize, pulling me. But I slapped him back. My eyes were full of coldness and disappointment: “She doesn’t need to leave, I will.” “Let’s divorce, Asher. May you two be bound together forever.” After saying this, I turned and left, catching the next flight back to New York City. I blocked all of Asher’s contacts. After returning, I went straight to the hospital for an abortion. Feeling the child leave my body, I was filled with mixed emotions. After the surgery, despite the doctor’s advice, I left the hospital. Enduring the pain, I went to a law firm to draft a divorce agreement. Asher could return at any time, and I didn’t have much time left. Only when I finished packing and was about to leave Asher’s family did my tears finally fall. For the rest of my life, Asher and I will have nothing to do with each other. In the hotel, Asher suddenly had a bad feeling. He thought of messaging Cora, but hesitated. She dared to hit him and even talked about divorce. It seems it’s his fault for spoiling Cora too much, making her so willful. Asher sent his assistant to inform Cora that if she admitted her mistake, this could all blow over. But the assistant replied, “Madam is gone, all her things are moved out.” “There’s a signed divorce agreement on your desk…” 5 Asher was completely taken aback on the other end of the phone. He couldn’t believe it and said, “How could this be? Cora would never leave me!” “And that divorce agreement must be forged…”

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I finally divorced my ex-husband. His current wife struts around in front of me, as if she’s achieved some grand victory. I can only feel pity for her. Because she doesn’t yet realize that she’ll soon be bruised and battered. 1 The violent struggle stirred up dust and sweat, blurring my vision. Tears mingled with snot ran down my face: “Please, don’t, I’m begging you!” My school uniform was torn to shreds. Two boys pinned my arms, while two more held my legs. A blond guy leaned over me, his foul breath hitting my cheek. I felt a chill between my legs as my school pants were pulled down to my knees. My legs were forcibly spread apart. Declan leaned casually against the doorframe, watching it all like a spectator. I called out to him for help: “Help me… Declan, help me!” In return, I got a slap to the face. He slowly walked over to me, squatted down, and lifted my chin. His face was still handsome, with soft bangs covering his forehead, looking gentle and harmless. But what he said made my heart sink: “Help you? Do you know who brought them here?” 2 I woke up from the nightmare in a cold sweat. The Snapchat notification chimed; it was a message from Uncle, inviting us home for dinner. I remembered today was my wedding anniversary with Declan. When I answered the phone, a girl’s sweet voice spoke: “Who’s this? Declan is busy right now.” The noise on the other end was deafening. I lowered my eyes: “Could you tell him his dad wants him home for dinner?” The girl’s voice was playful, like a little songbird: “Declan, your wife wants you home for dinner!” His voice came lazily from a distance: “Not going.” As I was about to hang up, Declan’s voice suddenly came through the phone: “Maeve, come pour the drinks.” Laughter erupted. I went alone to the private room he always booked at The Regency and found him there. His suit jacket was draped over the sofa, a shirt button undone, his face hidden in shadows, expression unclear. In his arms was the company’s new secretary, Esme. His circle of friends, at least twenty or thirty of them, sat with legs crossed, ready for a show. Declan nodded at me. I bent down and poured drinks for each of them. None of them said thank you; they knew Declan didn’t like me, so they didn’t have to be polite. Someone took the chance to touch my hand, and seeing Declan didn’t react, when I circled back, they placed a hand on my thigh. I shuddered and instinctively moved back, causing the tray to tip over, and the bottles and glasses shattered on the floor. The laughter stopped, and Declan’s gaze, sharp as knives, turned toward me. The opportunist quickly said: “Oh, Maeve, how clumsy of you. No worries, I’ll call for cleaning.” A flash of silver fell to the ground, mixing with the glass shards. Esme looked panicked: “Declan just gave me that diamond ring! It accidentally fell!” She nestled in Declan’s arms, smiling sweetly and innocently, her dark eyes captivating: “Could you help me find it, sis?” 3 In the dim room, I had to crawl on the floor like a dog, my face almost touching the ground. Glass shards pierced my knees, palms, and fingertips, drawing blood. The others were used to it, drinking and singing as usual. Only one gaze was firmly locked on me. A chill ran down my spine. I found the ring under the coffee table and handed it to Esme. Declan took it, frowned slightly, and tossed it in the trash: “It’s dirty. I’ll buy you a new one.” 4 I wasn’t that upset. Declan didn’t love me. He married me just to make revenge convenient. The prolonged torment had eased since Esme appeared. If he truly loved her, it would be a good thing for me. I went to the Aiden family alone that weekend. Just as I sat down, Declan appeared. Felix looked at his son curiously: “Didn’t you have something at the company?” The knife and fork in my hand shook. Declan sat next to me, naturally took my hand, and smiled warmly: “There was something, but I let Maeve come first. Then I thought it was inappropriate, so I postponed it.” “Being with Maeve is more important.” Felix nodded approvingly. My mom placed a piece of beef brisket in Declan’s bowl. He replied politely: “Thank you, Auntie.” On a cold winter night, a family gathered happily for a delicious dinner. To an outsider, it would seem warm and cozy. No one knew my palm under the table was already sweaty. Declan held my hand with all his strength. As expected, Felix asked us to stay the night. The room plunged into darkness, and I lay rigidly next to Declan, as if this luxurious bedroom were a tomb. He scoffed, turning to hug me from behind, his hand tracing my curves. His voice was void of warmth: “Maeve, you’re getting more boring.” I hoped he’d stop out of boredom, but the reality was the opposite. In the year we were married, I could count our intimate moments on one hand. “Are you scared of me?” he whispered in my ear, his actions relentless. A rhetorical question. I closed my eyes, enduring the ordeal. Tears slid down my cheeks, and his lips found them, licking them away. “Maeve, it’s normal for couples to do this.” “Didn’t you always say you wanted to marry me when you were little?” 5 Declan was nice to me before. When I first moved to the Aiden family with my mom, everything was new, moving from a poor area to a mansion. One night, I accidentally broke a glass in the kitchen. My mom beat me while scolding: “You stupid girl, do you know how much that glass costs?” “Don’t touch anything in this house! Why don’t you listen?!” I was eleven, and Declan was twelve. He was already growing tall, slender and graceful. He stopped my mom: “It’s okay, Auntie. It’s just a glass.” Then he found me sobbing behind the garden fence, crouched beside me for a long time. Seeing I wouldn’t stop crying, he offered a plum candy: “Have something sweet, you won’t feel so bad.” “I wish my mom had the energy to beat me.” I stopped crying, curious: “What’s wrong with your mom?” He looked up at the sparse stars, smiling bitterly: “She locked herself in her room and won’t come out.” I heard the lady of the house had depression and needed care for her daily life, so my mom was hired as a live-in helper. After that, I became Declan’s little shadow. He showed me every plant in the garden. As a transfer student, he was afraid I’d be bullied, so he went to and from school with me every day. During holidays, he’d even teach me piano. He said: “My mom was a famous pianist. I could play Bach’s Minuet before I could walk.” He was enchanting when he played, as if the sun favored him, shining only on his face. When I learned to play “Dream Wedding,” I watched his focused profile for a long time, my face hot, and stuttered: “Declan, when I grow up, can I be your bride?” He didn’t answer, just smiled and ruffled my hair. Felix often joked with my mom that since the two kids got along so well, maybe they should arrange a marriage. I thought life would continue smoothly like that. Surely it would all fall into place. Until Declan’s mother fell from the rooftop, right in front of us. 6 He pulled away abruptly, getting dressed. I gasped for air like a fish thrown ashore. He buttoned his cuffs and answered a call. I heard Esme’s voice on the other end. She said she was scared, working late, the alley too dark, and she thought someone was following her. Declan dressed quickly and left without looking back. Just moments ago in bed, I felt his loss of control. But now, I was sure only Esme could make him lose his mind. Everything that happened was just a punishment for me. But this punishment was completely senseless. I realized this only after becoming an adult. Esme joined the company half a year ago. With her second-rate degree, she shouldn’t have been hired. But after her interview, she fainted in the elevator from low blood sugar. I was just returning to the company with Declan when the elevator door opened, and a young girl fell into his arms. Declan took her to a nearby hospital. After learning she was an orphan, her adoptive mother cut ties after college, and she hadn’t eaten in two days— He gave her a job. So she became the company receptionist. Declan was conflicted. Outwardly, he seemed kind and just, sympathetic to the unfortunate, with the company donating a lot each year. But in reality, he unleashed his negative emotions on me. At first, Esme was like any naive college graduate, sweet-talking and calling me “sis” whenever she saw me. College students learn quickly. Noticing the lack of respect for me as the CEO’s wife, she started using my first name directly.

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I am the daughter of a billionaire, returning home to take over the family business. Little did I know that simply attending a gala on my brother’s arm would lead to such disaster. Finn’s sickly girlfriend, Charlotte, mistook me for the other woman. In my previous life, she cut off both my hands and had thugs torture me for three days and nights. “My boyfriend comes from a noble family. A slut like you has no right to pursue him. Know your place and rot in the gutter where you belong!” Charlotte had sneered. Dr. Young, my doctor, begged my brother on his knees to avenge me, but Finn remained unmoved. “Even if she is my sister, if her death makes Charlotte happy, then so be it,” Finn had said coldly. To cover up Charlotte’s crime, he even ran over the doctor with his car when the man tried to seek justice for me at the police station. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the moment Charlotte was about to cut off my hands. This time, I ignored the call from my heartless brother and dialed my father instead. “Dad, make sure none of our hospitals treat Charlotte for her illness,” I said firmly. “Also, cancel all of Finn’s inheritance rights and kick him out of the family.” I wanted to see who would end up rotting in the gutter this time.

“You dare seduce my boyfriend while I’m sick? Aria Lynn, you shameless slut!” “You like holding other people’s boyfriends’ hands, do you? Well, let me help you with that. I want to see how you’ll seduce men after I’ve ruined your hands!” Accompanied by the familiar voice, I felt something sharp pierce my wrist. The acute pain jolted my foggy mind awake. Opening my eyes, I saw Charlotte’s vicious grin as she twisted a scalpel in my wrist. Seeing this familiar scene, I instantly realized I had been given a second chance at life. I had traveled back in time to the day Charlotte kidnapped me and cut off my hands in an abandoned factory. The Bluetooth earpiece hidden by my messy hair transmitted Finn’s cold voice: “Stop pretending, Aria. How could fragile Charlotte possibly kidnap you?” “Even if you’re jealous of Charlotte, don’t stoop to such despicable methods to frame her. She’s my future wife. It’s not worth dirtying your hands over her, understand?” As I felt my right hand gradually going numb, I closed my eyes, not uttering a single word to beg Finn for help. I recalled how in my previous life, I had frantically tried to explain to Finn that I wasn’t jealous of Charlotte. I had cried and begged him to save me, abandoning all dignity. But Finn had remained coldly indifferent. My unusual behavior had also alerted Charlotte. As a result, she had smashed the phone I had hidden, destroying my only hope of rescue. Charlotte yanked the scalpel out of my wrist and slapped me hard across the face. “You bitch, still pretending? Let’s see how long you can keep this act up!” With that slap, half my face went numb. I felt warm liquid trickling down my face. I was certain my face was now disfigured. Charlotte seemed pleased with my wretched state as she turned to leave. But I knew this wasn’t Charlotte letting me off the hook. She was going to fetch the same group of thugs who had violated me in my previous life. I watched Charlotte’s retreating figure disappear completely before using my teeth to gnaw through the ropes binding my hands. I pulled out the phone hidden in my clothes and didn’t hesitate to hang up on Finn, dialing my father instead. Just as the call connected, I heard Charlotte’s shrill scream behind me. “Aria Lynn, what are you doing?!” My heart raced wildly. I instinctively wanted to run, but the phone connected at that moment. Seeing Charlotte approaching with three menacing men, memories of my previous life’s nightmare came flooding back. I froze in place, using my last ounce of strength to say into the phone: “Dad, save me.” The next second, Charlotte had rushed over. My phone was violently smashed to the ground. But this time, I wasn’t worried. I knew my dad would definitely come to save me. I was the only biological daughter of Frederick Lynn, the Lynn family patriarch and richest man in the country. I was the child his most beloved wife had died giving birth to. Since childhood, I had been strictly protected by the family. Anyone who dared to harbor ill intentions towards me met a miserable end. If Dad found out I had been hurt like this, he would surely be furious. He would make those who dared harm me pay a thousand, no, ten thousand times over. Charlotte shoved me to the ground, grinding her heel into the wound on my hand. She pointed at the three thugs behind her and snarled at me viciously: “I knew you wouldn’t behave. Looks like three men aren’t enough. A slut like you deserves to be ridden by a thousand men!” At Charlotte’s signal, the three men approached me with evil grins on their faces. I closed my eyes in despair, tears involuntarily sliding down my cheeks. However, at that moment, the sound of a scuffle suddenly rang out. I opened my eyes to see Dr. Samuel Young, who in my previous life had sought justice for me only to be run over by Finn.

“I’ll hold them off. Run, Aria!” Dr. Young shouted. I wasn’t sure what I was feeling, nor did I have time to wonder why he was here. I shook my head at him weakly. “No, you should go. Don’t worry about me.” I was severely injured and had lost too much blood. Even if I managed to stand up, I wouldn’t get far. I had already caused his death in my previous life. I couldn’t let him die for me again. But it was too late. Dr. Young was kicked to the ground by the three thugs, their fists raining down on him like hailstones. My heart clenched painfully. I tried desperately to tell them to stop, but to no avail. Charlotte grabbed my hair, her tone vicious: “Aria Lynn, I didn’t expect your lapdog to be so devoted, actually daring to come save you.” “Well then, I’ll grant your wish. You can die together!” Blood loss was making my vision blur, but I still glared at Charlotte with all my might. “I advise you to release Dr. Young and me immediately. You can’t afford the consequences of hurting me!” Hearing my words clearly, Charlotte burst into derisive laughter. She slapped me across the face again without hesitation, her tone mocking: “Who do you think you are? Finn is the son of the richest man in the country. Don’t you believe that even if I killed you, the police wouldn’t dare touch me?” “I’ll record a video of you being defiled and post it online. Let’s see if you’re still so tough then, Aria Lynn!” Hearing this, the three thugs walked towards me again, lewd smiles on their faces. Dr. Young used his last ounce of strength to try and grab their legs, but they mercilessly stomped on his arm. I heard the clear sound of bones breaking. Trembling with rage, I could no longer hold back from revealing my identity. “Enough! Finn is just an adopted son taken in by my dad. I am the real and only daughter of the richest man in the country!” “One word from me and Finn will be kicked out of the Lynn family. If you don’t stop now, I promise your fate will be a thousand, no, ten thousand times worse than mine today!” Charlotte froze for a moment. When she understood my words, she laughed even louder. “Aria Lynn, have you gone mad from failing to seduce Finn?” “Everyone knows the current richest man’s surname is Lynn, and he doesn’t have a daughter at all. You didn’t even do your research before lying.” My heart sank. The Lynn family had protected me too well. At the most extreme, even stray dogs passing by my side would be thoroughly investigated. As a result, my information had never appeared in public. Additionally, I had taken my late mother’s surname. At age five, I had fallen seriously ill and gone abroad for treatment. Even now, the outside world was unaware that the richest man had a daughter surnamed Lynn. I gritted my teeth through the searing pain in my wrist, glaring at Charlotte. “What I’m saying is true. If you don’t believe me, you can ask Finn!” Although I knew Finn wouldn’t help me, I could say this now. I just needed to stall until my dad’s people arrived… “Lies upon lies. You think I’d believe you?!” Charlotte slapped me twice across the face and yanked me up by my hair. She gripped my face, gesturing for two thugs to hold down my arms while the third picked up an axe from the corner. I instantly understood what she intended to do. I struggled violently, desperately headbutting Charlotte. Caught off guard, Charlotte’s nose was struck. Enraged, she turned and slapped me hard across the face several times. My face stung fiercely, but my entire body had gone cold with fear. Was I destined to lose my hands even in this second chance at life? I fell into despair. Just as the axe was about to fall on my hands, the factory doors were smashed open with a thunderous crash. An SUV charged in at full speed, ramming into the thug holding the axe over me. The two thugs holding me down were startled and instinctively released me. Seeing the situation turn against her, Charlotte tried to flee but was immediately pinned down by bodyguards who jumped out of the vehicle. My father’s secretary hurriedly got out of the car, calling for people to take Dr. Young and me to the Lynn family’s private hospital.

I had just finished getting bandaged and was sent to the VIP ward when my father called. Answering the phone, I briefly explained what had just happened. Thinking of how Dr. Young had selflessly tried to protect me, I couldn’t help but feel touched. After hearing my account, my father could no longer sit still. “What did you say?! That Charlotte actually tried to cripple your hands? She clearly has no idea of the Lynn family’s methods!” “And that bastard Finn – I’ll make them regret ever being born into this world.” I nodded in agreement. “Dad, I want you to cancel all of Finn’s inheritance rights and kick him out of the Lynn family.” “Also, Dr. Young – if it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have escaped. I’d like to introduce him to you sometime.” My father made a solemn promise: “Don’t worry. From the moment he dared to hurt you, Finn was no longer part of the Lynn family.” “My secretary is coming to pick me up now. Wait for Dad to come back and support you!” Hanging up the phone, my anxious heart finally settled. I wanted to go to the next room to check on Dr. Young. Just as I got out of bed, the door was pushed open from outside. Looking up, I saw Finn walk in with a group of bodyguards. Without a word, he kicked me in the stomach. “Who gave you the guts to bully Charlotte?” he snarled. I was kicked to the ground, in too much pain to speak. I couldn’t understand what gave Finn the right to hit me. He was nothing but an orphan adopted by my parents. If not for my family, he’d probably still be fighting stray dogs for scraps in the garbage. Before I went abroad at age five, I had treated him extremely well, regarding him as my own brother. Even after I returned, I had suggested to Dad that Finn and I inherit the family business together in the future. My family had given him a new life, yet he personally pushed me into hell. Charlotte, who should have been locked up awaiting my judgment, emerged from behind Finn. Looking at my wretched state on the ground, she spoke in a sarcastic tone: “Forget it, Finn. Aria claims to be the richest man’s only daughter. We can’t afford to offend her…” Finn let out a cold laugh, looking at me with disdain. “The Lynn family does have a daughter, but it’s not you, you slut who seduced my father to become his goddaughter.” “I’ve grown up in the Lynn family. How could I not recognize who the real Lynn family daughter is?” Finn’s words left me somewhat confused, but I was absolutely certain I was the real Lynn family daughter. At this moment, a middle-aged man stepped out from behind Finn. I recognized him as Gary Lee, my father’s deputy. My heart lifted with a glimmer of hope. Just as I was about to cast a pleading look at Gary, he suddenly stomped on my freshly bandaged wrist. “Where did this shameless slut come from, seducing the master and now trying to seduce the young master? You even dare to impersonate our young miss.” “Let me teach you a lesson since you clearly don’t know your place!” He ground his foot into my hand, fresh blood seeping through the bandages from reopened wounds. I stared at Gary in disbelief, my eyes reddening with pain. “Have you gone mad? I am the Lynn family daughter, the real Lynn family daughter!” But Gary just sneered. “I’ve been with the Lynn family for over a decade. You claim to be the Lynn family daughter, so why have I only ever seen Young Master Finn and never you?” He grabbed my hair and yanked me up, his tone contemptuous. “The Lynn family’s daughter is the apple of everyone’s eye. If you were really the Lynn family daughter, why has Mr. Lynn never mentioned you?” “No need to explain. Young Master Finn has already told me everything.” “You’re nothing but a scheming woman who used your body to force the master to accept you as a goddaughter. The master detests you, so now you’re trying to seduce Young Master Finn.” With a few sentences, Gary had branded me a conniving seductress. I tried to explain through the pain that Dad had hidden my existence to protect me. To avoid me being targeted, he always pretended to be indifferent when seeing me. I never imagined this would become their evidence to condemn me. But before I could open my mouth, Charlotte interjected pitifully: “I just wanted to advise Aria not to be a homewrecker. I didn’t expect her to be so aggressive, directly claiming to be the Lynn family daughter. Won’t someone like her tarnish the Lynn family’s reputation?”

Gary’s eyes darted around calculatingly. He directed the bodyguards to surround and restrain me. “Miss Charlotte is right. We must teach you a good lesson today to show you that the Lynn family is not to be trifled with!” I tried to struggle, but Gary slapped me hard across the face, reopening wounds that had just stopped bleeding. In the past, no one had dared to hit me. I was the Lynn family’s treasured jewel, protected in the palm of their hand. But today alone, I had been slapped more times than I could count. This was no longer just physical pain, but a mental humiliation. My heart was filled with resentment. Seeing this, Charlotte sauntered over to me and crouched down, her face full of malice. “The Lynn family’s dignity cannot be violated. As the future daughter-in-law of the richest man, I must punish you properly for your lies.” She shoved the scalpel into my mouth and twisted it around. Blood instantly filled my throat, the pain nearly unbearable. My vision gradually blurred. I recalled the feeling of being on the brink of death in my previous life. Just as I was about to despair, I suddenly heard the door being pushed open. Then my father’s voice rang out: “What’s going on here?”

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Mr. Beckett owed the Nash family a life debt. Mrs. Nash used that debt to make Mr. Beckett force Rowan Beckett to marry me. But even after ten years of marriage, he still despised me. He tried to rid himself of me by letting countless women into his life. I became a laughingstock among our social set, and Rowan Beckett coldly remarked: “What right do you have to feel wronged? You brought this upon yourself.” Everyone thought I’d cling to Rowan Beckett forever, and he thought so too. Until the person I trusted most betrayed me. My resolve wavered. But when I handed over the divorce papers, I smiled with relief. “Finally, I can end this farce of a marriage.” I stepped onto the yacht, the party already at its peak. In the center of the crowd, Rowan Beckett lounged casually on the sofa, his posture relaxed and indifferent. That familiar silhouette made my heart skip a beat. She sat provocatively on Rowan Beckett’s lap, her fingers gently tracing his neck. Men and women raised their champagne glasses, chanting for a kiss. Nora Nash’s cheeks were flushed with excitement, her eyes filled with anticipation. Rowan Beckett’s eyes narrowed slightly as he surveyed the crowd. With a slight smirk, he pointed at me and said, “Look over there, your best friend is watching us.” Everyone turned to look at me, and their voices fell silent, their eyes filled with amusement. Someone shouted “sister-in-law,” and others followed suit. Nora Nash glanced at me but made no move to get off his lap. I clenched my hands tightly, staring at her. My heart bled. I never imagined Nora Nash would betray me. She was like family to me, someone I relied on and trusted! I wanted to loudly ask her why, but I couldn’t—not here. Nora Nash giggled sweetly: “Isn’t this what you expected?” “I betrayed her and chose you. Can you love me now?” The crowd stirred again, eagerly anticipating the drama. My marriage with Rowan Beckett was nothing but a facade. He openly indulged in debauchery, changing women one after another. But this time, the woman was my most trusted friend. I ignored her and looked directly at Rowan Beckett. Expressionless, I spoke calmly: “The media is gathered at the dock, waiting for your yacht to return.” “Rowan Beckett, come with me.” He tilted his head, drawing out his response: “Hmm…” “No.” Nora Nash, seeing this, boldly nestled into his arms and gave me a provocative smile. As we approached the dock, the photographers were already focused, their cameras flashing incessantly. I curled my fingers, feeling a sting in my palm. We still got photographed. No doubt, the Beckett family won’t let me off easily. Suddenly, Rowan Beckett’s mocking voice reached my ears. “Mrs. Beckett, do you like this?” “The old folks probably won’t let you go, right?” “Why don’t you divorce me, and I’ll help you?” I bit my lip, struggling to speak, “Rowan Beckett, do you really want a divorce?” For the first time in ten years, I relented. Rowan Beckett’s playful smile disappeared, his deep eyes filled with complexity. Before he could react, I said directly, “Then let’s divorce.” These words felt like they had been ten years in the making. The moment I said it, I felt relieved. What’s not mine will never be mine. The emotions that had been suppressed in my heart finally found an outlet, beginning to release bit by bit. “Lydia, are you serious?” Nora Nash’s tone was filled with uncontrollable joy. However, Rowan Beckett’s grip on her waist tightened. Nora Nash gasped in pain, “Ouch!” Then a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she pouted, “Rowan, you’re hurting me.” Rowan Beckett ignored her and stared straight at me. For the first time, he let go of Nora Nash and walked directly to my side. “Let’s go home, Mrs. Beckett.” I clearly saw the malicious smile in his eyes. He did it on purpose. He knew how important Nora Nash was to me. And he knew that by letting the paparazzi take these photos and causing a scandal, I would be the one punished. Rowan Beckett really went to great lengths to make me relent on divorce.

I calmly linked my arm with his, “Let’s go.” Rowan Beckett immediately let out a sarcastic laugh. I was used to it and closed my ears. As Mrs. Beckett, I had to be poised and graceful in public. Soon, I could end these days. Once ashore, I let go of his hand. Rowan Beckett grabbed it back, interlocking our fingers, his tone mocking: “The show must go on, don’t quit halfway.” “The paparazzi are still shooting.” I slightly furrowed my brows and turned to look out the window. Forget it, let him be. The ride was silent, and we arrived at the family estate. As soon as we entered, he pinned me against the wall. In the dim light, I caught a glimpse of the interest in his eyes. I was exhausted and softly said, “Rowan Beckett, I don’t want this.” I tried to push him away after speaking. Rowan Beckett held tighter, biting my collarbone as punishment. He chuckled, “Mrs. Beckett, those old folks are still waiting for you to have a child.” My body stiffened. His repeated “Mrs. Beckett” was a constant reminder of my identity. I had willingly put on these shackles, without even the right to call a halt, only silently accepting. But now, I could. The only reason I compromised betrayed me. I had no more worries. For the first time, I bravely pushed Rowan Beckett away. “Rowan Beckett, I can stop being Mrs. Beckett.” He paused for a moment, giving me a deep gaze. “Lydia, are you serious?” My heart sank. “I’m willing to let you go, isn’t that good?” “I’ve clung to you for ten years, you’re tired, I’m tired, let’s just let each other go.” Before the words were finished, Rowan Beckett gripped my hand tightly. His body pressed against me, trying to pin me to the wall. After a while, he suppressed his anger, “Lydia, your playing hard to get is too obvious, I won’t let you succeed!” After speaking, he stormed off without looking back. I was puzzled. Staring at his departing figure, I fell into thought. This was the result he wanted, and I gave it to him. Why was he angry again? “Bang!” A sound snapped me back. No matter what, I had made up my mind. But thinking of Nora Nash, my heart ached. My phone vibrated again. I fished it out of my pocket, my fingertips brushing the screen. Finally, I opened the chat window with Nora Nash, who kept sending messages. [Lydia, you know everything.] [Since you do, can you give Rowan Beckett to me?] [You’ve been with him for ten years, and he doesn’t love you. Why not let me try?] [Maybe he’ll fall in love with me?] [I know it’s wrong to sabotage a friend’s relationship, but I can’t help it.] [I was deeply attracted to him when you introduced us.] [I tried to avoid him, but you kept bringing him around. I didn’t mean to.] [You forced me!] …… The more I read, the more it hurt. This was the person I once trusted the most. I laughed at myself. [Nora Nash, I misjudged you.] [Since you want him, I’ll let you have him!] I quickly typed these two sentences and sent them to her. From then on, our friendship was completely broken. For a man, she betrayed me. In the end, I misjudged her. That night, I couldn’t sleep. When I woke up, my eyes were red and swollen. It took a long time with an ice pack to ease the swelling.

I let my mind go blank for a few minutes. Remembering the tough battle today, I quickly grabbed my smartphone. I opened the trending topics, and as expected, saw last night’s news topping the list. In the photograph, Nora Nash sat on Rowan Beckett’s lap while I stood facing them. The comments were all over the place: [Mrs. Beckett is so generous, even gifting her best friend to Prince.] [Prince is quite something, picking up his wife’s best friend, even having his wife watch. Impressive!!] [Prince is so handsome! If I were Lydia, I’d let him have anyone he wants in his harem!] [Don’t you think Lydia is pitiful? Betrayed by the two closest people, it makes you feel heartache for her.] [Hilarious, she deserves it! Prince never wanted to marry her. If she hadn’t used favors to threaten Mr. Beckett, Prince wouldn’t have married her!] [Exactly, clinging to Prince without any dignity! Still not divorcing after all this, truly shameless!] [No way! Prince is clearly in the wrong, and you’re all blaming Lydia? Why aren’t you blaming Prince and that disgusting best friend?] [Let me be fair, it’s mutual. We netizens don’t know the truth, just enjoying the drama.] The onlookers argued endlessly. In the blink of an eye, the trending topic disappeared. The Beckett PR team acted. There was a noise from the entrance. Rowan Beckett returned. He glanced at me indifferently, “We’re going to the family estate in thirty minutes.” I nodded. What was meant to come would come. The Beckett family rule was that everyone must return to the family estate every weekend. Disobedience meant facing the family rules. Even the reckless Rowan Beckett never disobeyed. “Lydia, good luck!” He smirked, his tone full of schadenfreude. The crowd was caught up in a fierce argument. In an instant, the trending topics vanished. The Beckett family’s PR team stepped in. There was a commotion at the entrance. Rowan Beckett had returned. He glanced at me with a distant look, “Be back at the family estate in thirty minutes.” I nodded. What is destined to happen will happen. The Beckett family rules require everyone to return to the family estate every weekend. If not, the rules are enforced. Even Rowan Beckett, known for his carefree nature, never disobeyed. “Lydia, good luck!” He curled his lips slightly, his tone dripping with mockery. At the entrance of the Beckett family estate. Rowan Beckett didn’t bother with formalities and walked straight into the main hall, leaving me behind. When I entered, he had the old lady smiling widely. “Grandma.” I greeted her respectfully. “Mm,” the old lady replied indifferently, “Your parents are waiting for you in the study.” I nodded slightly, “Understood.” I knew what was coming. And Rowan Beckett, the instigator, had a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, not even bothering to lift his eyelids. As soon as I entered the study, Mrs. Beckett slapped me. My head turned from the impact, and I could taste blood at the corner of my mouth. She blew on her hand and regained her composed and elegant demeanor. Mrs. Beckett looked at me coldly, her words slow and dismissive: “Lydia, you’ve let me down.” “A woman who can’t even hold her husband’s heart, how can you be Mrs. Beckett?” “If I had known, I wouldn’t have agreed with Mr. Beckett for Rowan to marry you!” “What a mistake!” I lowered my head, my hands unconsciously clenched. “Lydia, if you still can’t make Rowan love you, you should divorce him sooner rather than later!” I suddenly lifted my head, my gaze resolute: “Fine, I’ll divorce him!” Mrs. Beckett’s eyes widened in disbelief. Mr. Beckett also frowned slightly, unsure, “Really?” “I mean it!” I spoke with conviction. Mr. Beckett waved me away, indicating I should leave first. I stood at the study door, vaguely hearing their conversation inside. “Why blame her for your son’s mess?” Mr. Beckett sighed. “If not her, then who?!” “Before Rowan married her, he never acted out like this!” Mrs. Beckett couldn’t help but complain: “If you hadn’t forced Rowan to marry a woman he doesn’t love, would he have ended up like this?” “Don’t you know how much he’s hurting inside?” Mr. Beckett looked at her helplessly: “Don’t you know your son’s nature?” “If he didn’t like it, who could force him?!” “Now Lydia wants a divorce, just watch, there’ll be trouble…” Mrs. Beckett was stunned, “Impossible, right? If Rowan really liked Lydia, why would he act like that…” “He’ll keep acting out until even his wife leaves…” Yes, how could Rowan Beckett possibly like me? I turned and left. Walking through the long corridor, Rowan Beckett was waiting at the end. He crossed his arms, a cigarette between his fingers. I silently tried to walk past him. But he grabbed my wrist, gently touching the side of my face that got slapped, scoffing lightly: “Tsk~ just like that?” “Isn’t the punishment a bit light?” His deep voice carried a lazy smile, void of emotion. My gaze was calm and unwavering: “Yeah, I told my parents about the divorce.” He paused, taking a long drag of the cigarette, “What did they say?” I shook my head, “They didn’t say much.” With Mr. Beckett around, Mr. and Mrs. Beckett can’t make decisions. And I want a divorce, need to wait for Mr. Beckett to return. “Exactly, what right do they have to say no!” His voice was calm but harsh, “Damn, you brought this on yourself, deal with it.” Rowan Beckett walked away decisively. Leaving me to endure the Beckett family’s underhanded teaching under the guise of instructing on marriage. I accepted it all with neither arrogance nor submission. Waiting. Leaving the Beckett family, I had the driver take me to the nursing home as usual. Halfway there, I received a call from the nursing home: “Mrs. Beckett, something’s wrong.” “Mrs. Nash’s condition isn’t good, please come quickly.” My heart sank suddenly, and I hurriedly took out my smartphone to call Nora Nash. All the way to the nursing home, no one answered on the other end. Finally, at the hospital room door, the call connected. “Nora Nash, hurry to the nursing home, Mrs. Nash is in trouble!” Nora Nash sneered: “Lydia, you were so generous letting Rowan Beckett be surrounded by women, why not me? And now you’re cursing my mom?” “Don’t I know my mom’s health?” “Even if there’s really a problem, she has you, after all, she’s always treated you better than me!” “I don’t even know who her real daughter is, letting you marry Rowan Beckett!” Before I could respond, she hung up. I tightly clutched my smartphone. Pushing open the hospital room, I saw the emaciated woman on the bed. My eyes instantly stung with unbearable soreness. “What happened?” Clearly, two days ago when I came, Mrs. Nash was much better. The nurse couldn’t meet my eyes: “I’m sorry, Mrs. Beckett, I couldn’t stop her, the lady saw online…” I was stunned. “Lydia.” She called me with difficulty. I hurried to the bedside, holding her hand: “Mrs. Nash.” She patted the back of my hand soothingly, her cloudy eyes brimming with tears. “Mrs. Nash apologizes on behalf of Nora, it’s my fault… I didn’t raise her well…” “If it weren’t for her heart condition relapsing, you… wouldn’t have married Rowan Beckett so decisively…” “It’s Mrs. Nash’s fault for ruining your life…” The more she spoke, the heavier her breathing. I wiped away her tears, speaking softly: “Mrs. Nash, everything I did was voluntary, it’s not your fault, don’t blame yourself.” “And if you hadn’t adopted me when I was young, I’d probably be dead by now.” The more I wiped, the more tears flowed. “It’s our Nash family that burdened you… And now Nora treats you like this… I… I’m truly sorry!” “Don’t worry, I’ve told Mr. Beckett, you and Rowan Beckett will divorce, and… Lydia, you must find happiness… No need to suffer anymore…” Tears blurred my vision, I managed a faint smile: “It’s not hard at all, being Mrs. Beckett is very comfortable, with fame and fortune, how great is that.” She looked at me for a long time, then turned her head away, unable to bear it. After a long while, Mrs. Nash asked cautiously: “Lydia, can you let that ungrateful daughter come see me?” I nodded repeatedly, “Okay.” But the calls went unanswered again. I called Rowan Beckett, but there was no response either. Finally, I called Rowan Beckett’s secretary. The secretary told me that Nora Nash and Rowan Beckett went to the Arctic to see the aurora. Tears fell uncontrollably. Seeing my tears, Mrs. Nash seemed to understand everything. She chuckled softly, “Forget it, Lydia, don’t wrong yourself anymore, you owe the Nash family nothing…” After speaking, she closed her eyes relieved. I cried heart-wrenchingly. After Mrs. Nash’s funeral, the two were brought back by Mr. Beckett. At the Beckett family estate. I stood aside. Rowan Beckett knelt on the ground. Nora Nash was taken to Mrs. Nash’s cemetery. Mr. Beckett used his cane to strike Rowan Beckett’s back repeatedly. In the past, every time Mr. Beckett hit him, I would step in front of him, feeling heartbroken. Every time, I’d get one or two hits. Now, I stood aside, unmoved. Mr. Beckett saw my resolve not to help Rowan Beckett, knowing I was truly heartbroken. He beat Rowan Beckett half to death, saying in a deep voice: “Tomorrow, you two will get divorced.” Rowan Beckett lay on the ground, a trace of surprise in his eyes. Then, he gritted his teeth, “I don’t agree! Why should she get married when she wants and divorced when she wants!” Mr. Beckett hit him on the back again with the cane. I’m sorry, but it looks like the text you want translated is missing. Could you please provide the text you need translated? “I won’t let you disagree! You’ve utterly shattered Lydia’s heart. Do you really think she’ll come back?!”

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