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  • The Five-Year Contract Wife

    On our fifth wedding anniversary, I once again received a family photo of my husband, my son, and her. I looked at the radiant smiles of that family of three in the picture. At that moment, I suddenly let go of the obsession I’d held for five years. “Mrs. Harrison, the five-year term is up. Can I leave now?” On the other end of the line was my mother-in-law in name only, who was also my employer. “Are you sure about this? If you leave now, you won’t get the child or the money. Why can’t you hold on a bit longer?” “No, school starts soon. Divorce is complicated enough as it is!” “Fine. Give me ten days. I’ll help you handle all the paperwork. You’ll get every penny of what the contract promised!” With Mrs. Harrison’s words, a bitter smile crossed my face. As the clock struck twelve, I blew out the candles on my cake. Late that night, I sat on the couch binge-watching shows. Ever since I’d had Ethan as my son, I’d been working like a nanny, exhausted day after day. I couldn’t even remember the last time I’d watched a series. I never imagined that in just a few short years, my favorite actor had filmed so many TV shows. I really wanted to catch up on all of them during this time. But even such a small wish was hard to fulfill. My phone rang, piercing the silence. “Sophia, get to the hospital right now. Our son is sick and getting an IV. He’s crying for you!” Zachary didn’t say which hospital the child was at, and when I called back, no one answered. Thinking that he was my biological son after all, I searched hospital after hospital through the night. I searched all night long, and only found out through Autumn’s social media that my son was actually at the Harrison family’s private hospital. I didn’t dare delay and rushed to the hospital immediately. Last night while looking for the child, the first place I’d thought of was the Harrison family’s private hospital. I’d run over to ask, but they said they’d never seen Ethan. And today was the same. “That’s impossible. My son is right here. How could you not know him? Let me in!” The hospital nurses kept blocking me, and finally they called security. Three or four large men pinned me firmly to the ground. A young, pretty nurse frowned with disgust in her eyes. “We already told you he’s not here. Can you please stop disturbing their family of three? You’re so annoying!” As I was being dragged out, I happened to see Zachary and Autumn walking out of a hospital room, carrying Ethan. The three of them really did look more like a family. Just like the countless times they’d appeared together on public websites participating in variety shows. And that young nurse was apparently a fan of this family of three. Just like that, I was thrown out of Harrison Hospital. The last thing I saw was my biological son in Zachary’s arms, planting a kiss on Autumn’s face and calling her “Mom.” The rough concrete scraped my knees and wrists raw, leaving me disheveled. When I limped home, I was greeted by yet another picture-perfect family scene. “Autumn’s cooking is still the best. Even ordinary scrambled eggs taste better than what that woman makes. She tricks me with fake eggs every day. I’m so sick of it!” “If you like it, have some more. Whenever you want it in the future, Mom will make it for you!” “Okay!” My son, whom I’d carried for ten months and given birth to, was clinging to someone else and calling her Mom. And my husband sat nearby, his usually stern face showing a rare gentle expression. The man who was normally ice-cold to me was now so tender. If this had been before, seeing this scene would have made me frantic with worry. Because Ethan would get diarrhea from eating eggs, yet he insisted on seeing eggs at every breakfast. I would use other ingredients to substitute for eggs. But suddenly I realized that my heart wasn’t anxious at all. It was filled only with bitter relief. I let out a rueful laugh. At least in ten more days, it would all be over.

    Though my laugh was very soft, it still startled the family of three inside. When Autumn saw it was me, she immediately assumed the demeanor of the lady of the house. “You’re finally back. Where have you been all night? Don’t you know how pitiful little Ethan was, crying because he couldn’t find you?” “Hurry up and make him some porridge. He’s been craving it all night and kept praising it to me!” Before I could open my mouth to speak, Ethan threw an apple at me. The apple hit my injured leg, making me gasp in pain. “I don’t want her porridge! Who knows where she was last night, not even caring about her own son!” Beside him, Zachary’s face darkened. Seeing my disheveled appearance, anger flashed across his face. “Where the hell did you run off to yesterday? The child was seriously ill in the hospital. I called you and said he wanted porridge. How could you have no reaction at all? Do you even deserve to be called a mother?” I didn’t respond to their accusations, only asked coldly in return, “Which hospital was the child at yesterday?” Zachary sneered and raised an eyebrow at me, as if looking at an idiot, his tone full of self-righteousness. “Don’t tell me you didn’t know which hospital your son was in. I clearly sent you a message yesterday!” Zachary had indeed sent me a message, but he quickly recalled it. I had no idea where the child was. I held up my phone. Our chat window was filled with glaring green screens, each message followed by a conspicuous red exclamation mark. Zachary looked confused and instinctively pulled out his own phone, but couldn’t find our chat. Just as he was frowning in puzzlement, Autumn beside him suddenly burst into tears. “I’m so sorry, Zachary. I didn’t know this would happen. Last night while I was helping Ethan fall asleep, your phone kept going off.” “I was afraid it would disturb you two, so I blocked her. I’m the one who recalled that message, because Ethan said he didn’t want to see his mom!” Zachary’s frown deepened. He seemed somewhat displeased with Autumn. But Ethan wouldn’t allow Autumn to be scolded by his father. He jumped up from the couch like a hero, standing in front of Autumn. “Dad, what are you trying to do? Don’t yell at Autumn! Mom isn’t completely innocent either.” “Even if she couldn’t reach you, I was only at our family’s private hospital. Was it really that hard to come and check?”

    Zachary found this reasonable and turned to glare at me, but I cut him off first. “No need to say all that. I went to no less than thirty hospitals looking for you last night. Every hospital has a record of my inquiries. You can go check for yourselves.” “And the first place I went was Harrison Private Hospital. But your father once gave an order that anyone or anything related to me is absolutely forbidden from entering Harrison Private Hospital!” “I went there this morning too. I was dragged away right in front of your family of three. Ethan, you don’t need to pretend you don’t know anything. I saw you!” Zachary frowned slightly, turning to look at Ethan with some confusion. Ethan’s expression turned panicked. When their family of three had left, he had turned his head and seen me. He had watched with his own eyes as his biological mother was beaten bloody by a group of security guards and dragged out like a dog, yet he hadn’t made a sound. He’d even kissed Autumn right in front of me. When I was thrown out earlier, I’d still been thinking that maybe it was just my imagination, that the child hadn’t seen me. But seeing this scene now, I was completely heartbroken. Perhaps I really shouldn’t have appeared here at all. Zachary was very displeased about this. He wouldn’t allow a child raised by his family to be labeled as someone who abused his biological mother. After all, this was his designated heir. “Ethan, did you see your mother?” Ethan had always been most afraid of Zachary, but he had a solution. Using Autumn’s usual trick. “Oh no, Dad, my stomach is starting to hurt again. I feel terrible!” He clutched his stomach, hunching over, though being so young, he couldn’t help but steal glances at his father while putting on the act. Such crude acting, yet these two adults both believed it. Autumn cried inconsolably beside them. Anyone who didn’t know better would think I was bullying their family of three. “Zachary, stop it. The child is so young and he’s sick. It’s perfectly normal that his eyes were blurry and he didn’t see Sophia clearly!” “Besides, the child was calling for his mom all night. Have you forgotten how pitiful he was?” Hearing this, Zachary sighed and picked up the child to leave. Autumn, following close behind, shot me a challenging look before smiling and catching up with the father and son. I let out a bitter laugh and returned to my room, gritting my teeth as I peeled off the clothes stuck to my wounds. The instant the fabric tore away, the barely clotted wounds began bleeding again. The pain was bone-deep and piercing, yet I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. Because on my way home, I’d received a message from Mrs. Harrison asking me to fill out various application forms. After simply treating my wounds, I immediately filled out the application forms and sent them to Mrs. Harrison, then let out a breath. It would finally be over soon. Since I hadn’t slept all last night, I was now completely exhausted. I collapsed on the bed and fell into a deep sleep. Perhaps because I was about to leave, I actually dreamed of the year I first met Zachary. Everyone thought I was the one who had broken up Zachary and Autumn. In truth, Zachary and I had known each other since we were twelve years old.

    I was born in a remote area. My parents didn’t want me to go to school and wanted me to drop out and work to support my younger brother. I refused, so my parents forcibly dragged me back home. It just so happened that Zachary’s parents were conducting a charitable outreach activity and came to our mountain village. Zachary got lost and accidentally saw me chained up in my family’s cattle shed. In a moment of kindness, he saved me. From that moment on, my heart was completely occupied by Zachary. My life seemed to have light, a direction to move forward. From then on, I became everyone’s known lapdog for Zachary. Later, I received sponsorship from the Harrison family. I successfully left the mountains and carved out a world of my own. When I learned that Zachary had fallen into a life crisis after a breakup, I came to his side without hesitation. Mrs. Harrison knew my background and identity, which was why she signed a five-year agreement with me. As long as I could help her son regain control of the company and drive out the Harrison family’s illegitimate child. Mrs. Harrison would give me fifty million dollars and send me abroad to study. I agreed to these terms, not only for my own future, but also for the hero who had appeared in my life as a child. Later, although I never officially married Zachary, I did have a child with him. And Mrs. Harrison seemed to care more and more about me, as if I really were the daughter-in-law of the Harrison family. Mrs. Harrison even began to think I would marry Zachary and then carefully nurture their family’s future heir. Zachary also gradually changed from being cold to me at first to becoming doting. I thought we would continue like this for a long, long time. Until Autumn returned to the country. Everything seemed to change. Zachary gave all his care to Autumn. Even the child I’d carried for ten months and given birth to began calling Autumn “Mom.” And I seemed out of place in this family, like an outsider. Actually, the contract had long since expired. I was just clinging to that unrealistic beautiful dream in my heart. Now the dream was over, and I should return to my own world. In the evening, the father and son came home for once. But the house was unusually cold and quiet today. Zachary had always hated having too many strangers around, so the household chores were usually my responsibility. No matter how late the father and son came home, there would always be a light left on for them, and the table would have a late-night meal prepared. But today the house was pitch dark, and there were no sumptuous dishes on the table. Seeing this scene, Zachary’s heart suddenly seized. For some reason, a feeling of panic welled up in his chest. Ethan pouted. “Dad, why isn’t there any food today?” Hearing this, Zachary frowned, patted Ethan’s little head, and said gently, “It’s okay. I’ll have your mom make some right away.” “Sophia!” Zachary called out, but the room answered him only with dead silence. He strode quickly to my bedroom and raised his hand, pounding heavily on the door. Seeing that the door was locked from inside, he seemed to relax and let out a sigh of relief. “Sophia, are you in there?!” Zachary’s voice had clearly softened a few degrees.

    Zachary had a bad stomach, so I always made light, bland meals for him. Our son Ethan was very sensitive to food and would have allergic reactions easily, so I was always extra careful when cooking. Seeing that I wasn’t responding from inside the room, Zachary seemed to get anxious. “Can you stop making a scene? I called you all day today and you didn’t answer. I sent someone to the house to find you, and you wouldn’t open the door. What exactly do you mean by this?” Ever since this house had only me left in it, I’d always had trouble sleeping at night. I would wear headphones and listen to music to fall asleep. I truly hadn’t heard the commotion when this father-son duo came home. Never having been ignored before, Zachary was completely angry. He found the spare house key to unlock the door, then kicked it open with one foot. The violent noise made the nightstand in the room shake. The medical books piled high on top fell all over the floor. One book happened to land by the headboard, and only then did I slowly wake up a bit, sitting up with drowsy eyes. Ever since I’d given birth to the child years ago, Zachary had been unwilling to stay in the same bedroom as me. What was going on today? Why had he suddenly come here? “Do you need something?” I asked softly. Hearing such a calm question, Zachary was instantly speechless. Hearing his son still crying and making a fuss outside, he said irritably, “Our son is hungry. Aren’t you going to come out and make food?” “I don’t think so. It’s too late and I’m very tired. If you want to eat, restaurants outside serve food twenty-four hours a day.” Zachary froze. If this had been before, if I’d heard that he and the child wanted to eat, I would have been overjoyed. But today I’d just refused them so bluntly? “Our son is sick, and you want him to eat outside fast food? What kind of mother are you?” Hearing this, I couldn’t help but laugh mockingly. “Didn’t you say I’m not fit to be the child’s mother? That I give him the wrong medicine, make a big fuss over small things, and that even the food I make might be poisoned!” “Besides, Ethan also said today that my cooking tastes terrible. Since you all don’t like my food, why should I exhaust myself making it?” Zachary stood frozen in place. These words did sound very familiar. Before, Autumn had fed Ethan fried chicken, which gave him diarrhea. I’d urgently made him throw it up and brought him medicine to take. But Ethan had knocked it to the floor, saying I wasn’t a doctor and shouldn’t randomly give him medicine. Zachary was silent for a long time before speaking. “Enough. I’m the child’s father, and I also run a pharmaceutical company. Medicine has side effects. How can you just give it to a child casually?” “I think you’ve gone crazy with wanting to do medical research, haven’t you? Using your own son as a lab rat for experiments. I’m warning you, stop bringing your food in front of our son!” “Making a big deal out of nothing. Ethan is a boy. You’ll ruin him acting like this!” That was the first time Zachary had blamed me.

    Zachary stood by my bed, frozen for a long time. “Do you have to be so passive-aggressive? We’re family. Is it necessary to be so petty about everything?” “I’m not family with you people. In all those family reality shows and family gathering photos, the woman by your side has never been me!” “Even in your spouse column, my name has never appeared. What kind of family is this? At most, I’m just a nanny!” Zachary looked somewhat bewildered, a flash of panic in his eyes. Then, as if he’d figured something out, he said: “Sophia, I already told you that Autumn and I have no relationship. We’re just friends. Do you have to be so petty?” “Besides, we haven’t even gotten our marriage certificate yet. What right do you have to restrict my freedom!” “If you want to marry me, you can just say so. There’s no need to talk in circles. And I never said I wouldn’t marry you. Do you really need to put on such a show?” Hearing these words, I wanted to laugh, but today I really didn’t want to argue with this man anymore about these things. “Who you marry has nothing to do with me, as long as you don’t marry me. I never thought about restricting you. After all, I have no right to. Now can you leave? I need to rest!” Zachary listened to me using his own words against him and stood frozen in place. For the first time, I, who had always been obedient to him, was being so sharp-tongued. It stuck in his throat. Although he’d never said he would marry me, he did want to give his son a family. And over all these years, I had always stayed within bounds. Zachary had been thinking that in another two years, he’d go get the marriage certificate. But my words today seemed to turn Zachary’s plan into wishful thinking. For a moment, he flew into a rage from embarrassment. “Fine! This is what you said. Don’t come begging me to marry you later!” With that, Zachary slammed the door hard. Outside, Ethan had cried himself hoarse. Zachary thought that since I had taken care of this child for so many years, I couldn’t possibly ignore him completely. So Zachary left his son on the couch and went back to his own room to sleep. Before long, Ethan’s voice gradually weakened. The next day, when I went out. I happened to run into Zachary anxiously carrying Ethan in his arms. His eyes were bloodshot as he glared at me. “You didn’t check on Ethan at all last night?!” I was somewhat speechless. “Didn’t I already tell you that?” Zachary gritted his teeth. Not having time to think much, he carried the child and left without another word. The child’s gastroenteritis hadn’t been effectively relieved and had instead caused a fever. But the company needed Zachary to rush over to handle things, so he had no choice but to call me. I didn’t want to answer, so Zachary just kept calling relentlessly. I simply blocked his number.

    I had been out handling my affairs for going abroad, but there was one thing I still couldn’t let go of. After getting into graduate school, I met a very good mentor. This mentor had dedicated his life to researching medicine for children with cerebral palsy. I followed this mentor down the same path, but after getting together with Zachary, I gradually abandoned this experiment. And this experiment was directly declared dead in the water after my professor passed away. But even so, the rough prototype of this new drug had still been developed by my professor. And this experimental result ultimately remained in my hands with the help of my professor’s son. Before passing away, my professor had always hoped I could return to this experiment, but unfortunately, I let him down. Now that I’d decided to study abroad, I wanted to restart this project. But when I tried to restart the project, I discovered that someone had beaten me to it. I spent three full days running around before learning that this project had somehow fallen into Zachary’s hands not long ago. The development of this new drug was my professor’s life’s work. Thinking of this, I didn’t dare delay and immediately ran to the company, wanting to ask Zachary about it. Who knew that right at the entrance of Harrison Group, I would run into a group of reporters interviewing Zachary and Autumn. “This special medicine specifically for children with cerebral palsy is the result of five years of persistence I maintained abroad. I’ve brought it back this time hoping to benefit newborns everywhere.” “Harrison Group is very honored to welcome back this top student in pharmaceutical research to continue benefiting newborns.” Autumn stood before numerous media outlets with a brilliant smile, brazenly claiming this project as her own. And Zachary beside her was helping to coordinate, the two of them interacting with such intimacy that no one would believe they had no relationship. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. I was clearly the lead on this project. Without my signature, who could have taken it away? Unless Zachary had schemed against me. There was a period when Zachary had me sign various agreements, saying he wanted to plan ahead for marriage and needed to sort out finances in advance. I wasn’t with Zachary for money to begin with, so of course I wouldn’t refuse to sign. But while reviewing the contracts, Ethan had been shouting and making a fuss beside me, insisting on going out to play. In my flustered state, I’d hastily signed those documents. At this moment, I couldn’t think about anything else. I just wanted to reclaim my professor’s project. But before I could take two steps, I was grabbed by the bodyguards beside Zachary. Clearly Zachary had already guessed I would come looking for him and had prepared for it in advance. After everything below was mostly resolved, Zachary finally saw me, restrained, in his office. “So you finally came. I really didn’t expect that worthless project to be more important to you than your biological son. Your son was so sick, yet you didn’t come to the hospital even once!” “Now this broken project appears and you show up immediately. Didn’t you say you had such backbone? Didn’t you dare to block me? If you’re so capable, don’t come back!”

    I glared at Zachary through gritted teeth. I never imagined this man would take the project and rush to launch it, all just to force me to show up. “Zachary, have you lost your mind? That new drug hasn’t undergone clinical trials yet. And many of the ingredients and dosages are still uncertain. Rushing it to market like this could kill people!” “Enough!” Zachary’s face was full of impatient reproach. “Don’t think you’re the only top student from medical school. I already had Autumn look at that drug!” “Autumn also had people test it. That drug has absolutely no problems. It just needs clinical trials. And we’ve already had people conduct clinical testing without any issues!” “I really didn’t expect you to be so selfish. When my company was on the brink of collapse, I never saw you bring out this drug!” “You just watched me struggling there. All these years you’ve said you love me, but you’ve never once considered my needs!” “Now you go to the hospital right away and take good care of our son. That’s the only use you have left. If you can’t even take care of him properly, get the hell out of here!” I struggled to move forward, but the two bodyguards behind me gripped my arms tightly. I used so much force that I even heard the sound of bones grinding together. “Zachary, that drug can’t go to market. It can’t undergo clinical testing. That drug has problems. It will kill people!” “Autumn’s credentials are fake. She made it all up while she was abroad!” “Shut up!” When Zachary heard me talk about Autumn this way, he became furious. Without a word, he stepped forward and slapped me across the face. “You have no right to slander Autumn. When I was at my most difficult, Autumn knew to introduce me to domestic pharmaceutical experts. But what about you?” “You clearly had such a good project in your hands, yet you weren’t willing to think of me at all. Now you even dare to slander Autumn. Who gave you the nerve?” After taking that slap, I couldn’t help but laugh. Back when the company had problems, I had no choice but to seek out my professor, who was seriously ill, hoping the professor could help Harrison Group get through the crisis. At that time, my professor was gravely ill and couldn’t appear in person. That credit was brazenly stolen by Autumn. After my professor passed away, the matter was completely swept under the rug. Even though I’d explained many times, he never believed me. As for Autumn’s fake credentials, a simple investigation would reveal the truth. When Autumn first entered the company, I was a bit worried and asked a former classmate to help investigate, which was how I discovered the truth. I had reminded Zachary about it many times, but he refused to believe me. He attributed all my actions to jealousy and insisted on bringing Autumn into the company’s core despite everyone’s opposition. For all these days, I’d been keeping a close eye on Autumn, afraid she would bring trouble to the company. But this slap had finally woken me up completely. “You’re right. You’re not worthy of my love at all. Since you’re so eager to die, suit yourself!” With that, I completely stopped resisting. The bodyguards on either side, seeing I was no longer struggling, slowly released their grip. At this moment, Zachary felt somewhat panicked. He had a feeling something was about to leave him completely, but his control over me made him dismiss the thought.

    “Enough, stop making a scene. You’ve been away from the lab for so many years. Just because you can’t do something doesn’t mean Autumn can’t.” “This project can immediately establish Autumn’s reputation domestically and take the company to the next level. I don’t want to hear any negative comments about Autumn from the outside world.” “Otherwise, you can forget about ever seeing our son again.” I smiled, my eyes and tone full of mockery. “No need. Starting today, I don’t want to see either you or that son of yours. You three enjoy your family life together!” After speaking, I staggered out of the office. Behind me, Zachary flew into a rage, scattering everything on his desk across the floor. “Fine, Sophia Reed! If you’ve got the guts, don’t come back! Even if you kneel before me like a dog in the future, I won’t spare you a glance!” “Go put up a sign outside the company: No dogs or Sophia allowed!” Hearing this, I only smiled lightly. When I walked out of the company, I happened to see someone putting up a sign. Even more ridiculous, the sign had my photo on it. Looking at those nearly humiliating words, I pulled out my phone and decisively chose to report it. Good thing the paperwork would be ready today, and I could leave for good. Zachary, we’ll never see each other again. Not wanting to be entangled with Zachary anymore, I packed my things and went to a nearby hotel. I still needed to explain to my former fellow students about my professor’s research being stolen. But by unfortunate coincidence, the place where they’d arranged to meet was where I ran into Zachary again. I’d chosen a high-end teahouse, and coincidentally, Zachary was there today to discuss business for producing the new drug. By sheer bad luck, the three of us ran right into each other. Seeing me, Zachary instinctively wanted to step forward, but was held tightly by Autumn at his side. “Sophia, are you here looking for Zachary?” “I’m not trying to lecture you, Sophia. I know this project means a lot to you. But you should also care more about Zachary.” “The company’s projects haven’t been doing well lately. You should at least consider your husband. And you moved out without a word. Ethan hasn’t had anyone to take care of him these past two days!” “That poor child is still in the hospital. As his mother, how can you not go visit him?” “If I weren’t still going over regularly to bring him food, who knows how thin the child would have gotten?” “Autumn regularly going to bring Ethan food. I knew about that.” Ever since I’d moved out, Zachary had been deliberately showing off, sending me photos of the three of them living in harmony every time. But with just one glance at those meals, I could tell Ethan absolutely couldn’t eat them. Although Ethan’s stomach was weak, after so many years of careful management it had recovered. If he weren’t constantly eating these things, how could he still be in the hospital now? “Is that so? Well, you’d better put in the extra effort, since you’re about to marry into the family!” Hearing me say this, Zachary became even more furious. “Sophia Reed, you’re something else. When we get engaged, you’d better not forget to come celebrate with us!” “No need. We’re not that close!” After speaking, I left without looking back. But afterward, I took note of their business partners and sent them a report on the drug testing anomalies. After doing all this, Mrs. Harrison’s call finally came. “Sophia, are you really unwilling to stay?” I shook my head. “Mrs. Harrison, there’s no need. This place never belonged to me anyway.” Mrs. Harrison was silent on the other end of the phone for a long time, then let out a long sigh. “Have a safe journey.” My fifty million dollars and plane ticket finally arrived. Standing at the airport, I let out a long breath and received another call from Zachary. “Did you contact my business partners behind my back? Does seeing me do well make you so uncomfortable? You don’t care about our son or our home anymore?” “I don’t want them anymore. I’m giving you everything. The project, you, the child. They all belong to someone else now. You got what you wanted!” With that, a relaxed smile crossed my face. I pulled my suitcase and boarded the plane.

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  • Hidden Heiress, Broken Vows

    My family has a tradition: everyone, regardless of gender, must hide their identity and never reveal their family background. Only the first descendant to conceive a child earns the right to return home and take over the family business. I was the first in the entire family to get pregnant. The moment I found out, I was so excited I ran home without even putting on my coat. With this child, I could finally stop hiding our poverty from my husband, Ethan Moore. And his struggling little company wouldn’t have to worry about next month’s rent anymore. But when I got home and opened the door, I found my husband kissing another woman on the sofa. Ethan held the half-dressed woman and looked at me. “Blair’s back. Let’s get a divorce.” I shoved the pregnancy test back into my pocket. What he didn’t know was that his poor wife who’d suffered alongside him had a world behind her that he could never reach in his lifetime. Fine. I’ll keep the child and leave the father. Goodbye forever. 0

    “The divorce agreement is on the table. There’s a pen next to it.” Ethan’s tone was flat. Blair slowly straightened her clothes, her neck covered with intense kiss marks. She sat in my usual spot, glanced at me, and curved her lips slightly without saying a word. As if she were the mistress of this house. I walked over and picked up the agreement. Three pages, densely written. The house goes to Ethan. Company shares go to Ethan. Savings go to Ethan. The car goes to Ethan. I get nothing. “I leave with nothing?” Ethan finally looked at me. “The agreement includes compensation. Thirty thousand dollars. That’s not nothing.” Thirty thousand. I’d been married to this man for three years. Ten thousand per year. Blair set down her teacup. “Vivian, with thirty thousand you can rent a nice studio apartment.” I stared at her. “When did you get back?” “Yesterday.” Blair tilted her head. “Ethan picked me up from the airport. He waited four hours—my flight was delayed.” Yesterday. Yesterday Ethan told me he had to work late at the company. Blair stood up and walked to Ethan’s side, naturally linking her arm through his. “Ethan said you’re a good person and wouldn’t make things difficult for me.” Ethan didn’t pull away from her touch. The phone in my pocket pressed against the pregnancy test, jabbing painfully into my thigh. I’d planned to come home and tell him—Ethan, we’re having a baby. You won’t have to lose sleep over rent anymore, won’t have to grovel and drink with clients until you get stomach bleeding. I thought today would be our best day. “Where’s the pen?” Ethan pointed to the coffee table. I crouched down to get the pen. From this angle, I could see Blair’s hand resting on Ethan’s waist. When I uncapped the pen, the pregnancy test nearly slipped out of my pocket. I quickly pressed it back in. “Sign on the last page. Date it today.” Ethan’s voice came from above. I signed my name. Vivian Stone. Put down the pen and stood up. “Fine. The agreement needs to be filed at the courthouse to take effect.” “Tomorrow morning at nine. I’ll come find you.” After speaking, Ethan picked up his phone and unlocked it right in front of me, scrolling to his contacts. He changed my label from “My Darling Wife” to Vivian Stone. Then he closed his phone and put it back in his pocket. Blair leaned on his shoulder. “Ethan, I want to eat your spaghetti.” “Alright, I’ll make it right now.” Ethan actually turned and went into the kitchen. Three years, and he’d never cooked for me once. I’d asked him if he could cook. He said no, said he couldn’t even fry an egg without burning it. Now he tied his apron with more practiced ease than tying his shoelaces. Blair shrugged at me. “Vivian, don’t just stand there. Hurry and take whatever you need. Tomorrow I’m having people come redecorate. I looked at your clothes—they’re all pretty worn. Don’t bother taking them. They’re too shabby even for cleaning rags.” I went back to the bedroom and grabbed my important documents and a cloth bag containing a few things I’d brought from home when I got married—things that had nothing to do with Ethan. When I came out and passed the kitchen, Ethan was cutting tomatoes. The knife thumped against the cutting board. He didn’t look up. I changed my shoes at the door. Blair followed and leaned against the doorframe. “Vivian, I don’t know if I should say this.” “Go ahead.” “When Ethan’s with me, he never sighs. In these three years with you, I’ve heard him sigh so many times on the phone.” She lowered her head, her voice soft. “Maybe you two really aren’t compatible.” I looked at her. Ethan sighed because of broken funding chains, clients backing out, the company nearly collapsing. Every crisis, I’d been the one supporting him from behind. After he sighed, the next day he’d wake up and the problem would be solved. He thought it was luck. “You’re right,” I bent down to tie my shoelaces. “We’re not compatible.” The moment the door closed, Blair’s voice came from inside. “Ethan, let’s change the door lock code. I want to set it to our anniversary.” 0

    I moved into a studio apartment near the university that rented for three hundred dollars a month. Next door was a restaurant. Cooking oil fumes seeped in through the window cracks. I sat on the hard bed and stared at the pregnancy test for a long time. Two bright pink lines, piercingly clear. My phone rang. Ethan. “Vivian Stone, you still haven’t canceled that company credit card.” “I’ll take care of it tomorrow when we go to the courthouse.” “Fine.” I was about to hang up when Blair’s voice came from his end. “Ethan, does she still have the company access card? I saw it in her bag last time.” Ethan paused. “Bring the access card too.” “What else?” “That’s it for now.” He hung up. The phone screen glowed, showing three years of chat history with Ethan. His first message to me was: Miss Stone, thank you for helping me out today. That day he’d been negotiating with a client who suddenly raised the price. He was sweating profusely. I happened to be there and discreetly helped him reorganize the contract terms. The other party signed on the spot. Ethan didn’t know that client was already connected to my family. He only knew his wife worked as a supermarket cashier making thirty-five hundred dollars a month. For three years of marriage, I’d maintained that persona. The next morning, Ethan’s mother called. “Vivian, have you finished packing?” “I’m packing.” “Don’t bother with those clothes of yours—they’re nothing special anyway. Also, those pickles you used to make, Blair said they’re pretty good. She wants the recipe.” I’d made pickles for three years. Ethan ate them every day. My mother-in-law had never praised them once. “I’m not giving it to her.” “What kind of attitude is that?” Her mother-in-law immediately changed her tone. “You’re already divorced and you’re still being petty? Blair’s family has real status. She’s doing you a favor by asking for your pickle recipe.” “What status?” “Blair’s parents run an import-export company in New York. Not everyone’s a supermarket cashier like you.” Her mother-in-law lowered her voice. “Vivian, I’ll be honest with you. I was never really satisfied when Ethan married you in the first place. You’ve been hardworking these three years, I’ll give you that. But people move up in the world. Ethan’s company is growing now. You can’t keep up.” “Blair and Ethan were college classmates. They’re a perfect match. Now that she’s back, don’t stand in the way.” Last year when Ethan nearly went bankrupt over a bad debt and couldn’t even pay employee salaries, I used my family’s connections to recover that bad debt. Ethan thought the debtor had a sudden attack of conscience and repaid voluntarily. He was so happy when he came home that day. He hugged me and said, “Honey, we’re so lucky.” “I’m not giving her the pickle recipe. Do you have anything else to ask?” My mother-in-law hung up angrily. Half an hour later, Ethan sent a message: My mom says you had a bad attitude. We’re already divorced—don’t make this uglier than it needs to be. I didn’t reply. I turned my phone face-down on the bed and touched my stomach. In three months, I’d start showing. By then I’d return to the family as the only heir who’d successfully conceived, and take over everything. Ethan’s company that he’d worked so hard to build was worth three million. In front of the Stone family, that wasn’t even pocket change. That afternoon I went to the hospital to register for prenatal care. While waiting in the queue, my phone rang again. Blair, calling from Ethan’s phone. “Vivian, sorry to bother you. I found a bottle of folic acid in your old bedroom. I wanted to ask if it’s yours or if it was left by the previous tenants?” Folic acid. That was what I’d been taking while trying to conceive. I gripped my phone tightly. “Throw it away. It’s expired.” “Okay. By the way, Ethan asked me to ask you—when are you canceling the credit card?” “Tomorrow.” “Great, bye then.” She hung up. My hand was trembling. Not from anger, but from fear. Blair had found the folic acid. “Will she figure it out?” I stared at my phone, talking to myself. No one answered. 0

    The day my prenatal test results came back, I sat on a bench in the hospital corridor in a daze. The doctor said everything was normal, the baby was healthy, and told me to watch my nutrition and rest. The baby is healthy. I repeated those words three times. “Vivian?” I looked up. Blair stood at the end of the corridor holding a bag of fruit. She smiled and walked over. “What a coincidence! You’re at this hospital too?” “What are you doing here?” “Visiting a friend.” She sat down next to me and casually glanced at my hands. I turned the test results face-down, but her eyes had already caught something. “Obstetrics?” Blair’s tone changed, no longer that sweet enthusiasm. She stared straight at my face. “Vivian, you’re not…” “It’s none of your business.” “Pregnant?” I stood up. “Blair, this isn’t your concern.” “Of course it’s my concern.” She stood up too. “If it’s Ethan’s child, then it is my business.” People were passing back and forth in the corridor. She lowered her voice and moved closer. “Vivian, are you planning to hide this from everyone and have the baby? And then what, use the child to threaten Ethan?” “I don’t need to threaten anyone.” “But Ethan won’t want this child.” Blair’s tone was certain. “He said his child should be born into a complete family. The family he’s chosen doesn’t include you.” “He told you that?” “He tells me everything.” Blair pulled out her phone and played a voice message. Ethan’s voice came from the phone: Blair, once I get through this busy period, we’ll have a wedding ceremony. We’ll deal with the future later. Just settle in for now. “Did you hear that? He’s already planning our wedding. If you show up pregnant now, everyone will think you’re being clingy and desperate.” I took a deep breath. Blair watched my reaction, as if confirming something. “Vivian, I have a suggestion. Get rid of the baby, and we’ll go our separate ways. I won’t tell Ethan, and I won’t tell anyone.” “Or else?” “Or else I’ll tell him. What do you think he’ll do when he finds out?” She pulled an envelope from her bag and handed it to me. “What’s this?” “Open it.” Inside the envelope was an ultrasound report with Blair’s name at the top, dated two weeks ago. It clearly stated: Intrauterine early pregnancy, 7 weeks. “I’m pregnant too.” Blair put away her smile and looked at me seriously. “Ethan already knows. He’s thrilled. He bought a ton of pregnancy supplies.” “So you understand now? His first child can only be born to me.” I stared at that ultrasound report. Seven weeks pregnant. Blair had only returned to the country yesterday. Seven weeks ago she was abroad, but this ultrasound had the stamp of the city’s maternal and child health hospital. The timeline didn’t match. But I said nothing. Now wasn’t the time to expose her. “Think about it.” Blair patted my shoulder. “Before things get messy.” She turned and left. I clutched that ultrasound report. You say you’re pregnant too. Seven weeks ago you were abroad, but the ultrasound has this city’s stamp. “Blair, what the hell are you?” 0

    The next day at ten a.m., Ethan appeared at the door of my studio apartment. “I know.” He stood outside, his expression complicated—not angry, more like a kind of patronizing helplessness. “Know what?” “That you’re pregnant. Blair told me.” She hadn’t kept her promise after all. Ethan walked in and looked around the room—less than a hundred square feet—and frowned. “Vivian Stone, what are you planning to do with this child?” “Have it.” “Have it and then what?” His voice rose slightly. “You make thirty-five hundred a month. You can barely support yourself.” “You don’t need to worry about me.” “I’m worried about myself.” Ethan sat on the only plastic chair, hands clasped. “Blair’s pregnant too. You know that, right? She’s further along than you—already seven weeks.” “She showed me the ultrasound.” “Right.” Ethan nodded. “Let me be clear. My first child should be with Blair. Yours… isn’t appropriate.” “Ethan Moore, are you sure you want me to abort your child?” “We’re already divorced. Even if you have this child, it’ll be a single-parent family. That’s not good for anyone.” He stood up. “Get an abortion. I’ll pay for the procedure and nutrition costs. Is fifty thousand enough?” The door was pushed open from outside. My mother-in-law. She walked in carrying a plastic bag and looked around. “This is where you’re living?” My mother-in-law put the plastic bag on the table. “There’s twenty thousand dollars in there for the abortion. Plus the thirty thousand from Ethan, that’s fifty total. Enough for you to start over.” “I told you, I’m keeping the child.” My mother-in-law’s face darkened. “Vivian, don’t be ungrateful. You know what Blair’s family is like. She’s Ethan’s legitimate wife. You’re carrying a bastard…” “This isn’t a bastard. It’s Ethan Moore’s child.” “If my son doesn’t acknowledge it, then it isn’t.” My mother-in-law’s voice rose. “You think getting pregnant means you can latch onto our family?” “Vivian Stone, I’ll say this one last time.” Ethan didn’t look up from his phone. “Get rid of the child and we’ll part on good terms. If you don’t, I’ll go to court and apply for a paternity test and fight for custody. I have a house and a company. You have nothing. The court will award me the child.” “And then I’ll let Blair raise this child.” Let Blair raise my child. That sentence was like a knife, stabbing precisely into me. My mother-in-law pushed me. “Did you hear? Don’t think pregnancy gives you leverage. You’re nothing in front of us.” Ethan’s phone screen lit up. A message from Blair popped up. I glimpsed a line of text: [Ethan, is it handled? I bought your favorite cheesecake.] Ethan replied, locked the screen, looked up at me, waiting for my answer. My mother-in-law stood beside him with her arms crossed, like a supervisor. I touched my stomach. This child was the Stone family heir, the child my entire family had waited over a decade for. Ethan wanted to fight for custody? He had no idea who he was challenging. I took out my phone and found a number I hadn’t called in three years. I dialed. It was answered after one ring. “Dad, come pick me up. I’m pregnant.” Ethan and my mother-in-law both looked at me. My father’s voice came through the phone, very calm, but every word carried undeniable weight. “Give me twenty minutes.” I hung up. Ethan frowned. “Who did you call?” “My father.” My mother-in-law laughed mockingly. “Your father? Didn’t you say your father was a farmer in the countryside? Calling some old farmer to back you up?” I put my phone back in my pocket. “Ethan Moore, you just said you want to fight for custody.” “That’s right.” “Fine. Then wait.”

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  • He Acknowledged The Child Of Mistress

    My husband Ethan Shaw and his childhood friend Chloe got pregnant at the same time. To protect Chloe’s reputation, Ethan said her child was his. And my child? The bastard I conceived from an affair. He even used AI to generate photos of me having sex with different men and sent them to friends and family. Faced with my breakdown, he only said indifferently: “Chloe’s family has always been strict with her. She can’t handle gossip.” What about me? I’m his wife! I looked at the man I’d loved for seven years and decided I would never love him again. Learning that Ethan planned to go abroad with Chloe in three days to rest during her pregnancy, I called my mother-in-law Margaret. “I want a divorce.” My mother-in-law on the other end of the line just sighed. “It’s Ethan’s fault. He’s wronged you.” Ever since Ethan publicly claimed that my child was a bastard, we had the worst fight of our seven years together. But after he learned I wanted a divorce, he had people lock me in the villa. Even when I went for prenatal checkups, a dozen bodyguards followed behind me. He said, “I still love you, and our child must be healthy.” So he still knew this was his child. His hypocritical, casual words could ruin my life and our child’s. Even though he knew our child was his own flesh and blood. And Chloe’s child was the real bastard of unknown paternity. Gently stroking my already swollen belly, I couldn’t help but feel a wave of sadness. As if sensing the warmth of my palm, my belly moved. It was like a telepathic connection between the child and me. Knowing I was sad, as if comforting me. Tears instantly flowed down. I withdrew my hand, covered my face, and cried. The villa door opened from outside. Ethan walked up to me, looked at my swollen red eyes, and said flatly: “For the baby’s sake, you need to take care of yourself. Don’t always cry.” Easy for him to say. If I could control my emotions, I wouldn’t have fallen in love with the man in front of me in the first place. I knew he had always kept a place for Chloe in his heart. I knew his feelings for me weren’t true love. The person I loved deeply was also the one who hurt me the most. “You’ve done so many things to wrong me, trapped me, taken away my freedom.” “What, don’t I even have the right to cry anymore?” He just looked at me, his eyes slightly red, with a trace of guilt, but he couldn’t say a word. Just like a few months ago, when I first suspected I was pregnant. When I went to the hospital to confirm, I happened to run into Ethan accompanying Chloe for her checkup. He was considerate and attentive, afraid she might bump into something. “Ethan, feel our baby, I think he just moved.” Ethan’s face showed a tender light. He let Chloe pull his hand and place it on her flat belly. The next second, he looked up and saw me standing at the corner. Not a word of explanation, just standing there in a daze. What a loving couple. If I weren’t Ethan’s wife, I would definitely say such envious words sincerely. Unfortunately, I couldn’t say it. And he didn’t deserve it. The man in front of me was silent for a while before seeming to remember something. He said perfunctorily: “Tomorrow is your birthday. I’ll throw you a birthday party.” “Oh, and Mom just told me she’s coming back to the country to take care of you. With Mom taking care of you, I can feel more at ease.” He could certainly feel at ease. At ease going abroad with his Chloe to rest during her pregnancy. Not having to come back for months. But he didn’t know why his parents, who had been enjoying their retirement abroad, would suddenly return home. Nor did he know that his parents already knew about the despicable things he’d done to me. I sneered coldly and didn’t object. I was the one who asked his mother to come back. Because I knew that with just my current self, I couldn’t escape from Ethan’s grasp. Seeing I had no reaction, he crouched down and looked at me with a somewhat affectionate gaze. “Joanna, I do love you.” “After Chloe gives birth, I’ll definitely come back to you.” I treated such words as air. Even if he really thought that way now, with just one word from Chloe, he would mercilessly break his promise to me. So I would never believe his words again. Three more days. Then he could completely get rid of me. And focus wholeheartedly on being the father of Chloe’s child.

    That night, Ethan didn’t stay home. Because Chloe said her baby was moving a lot and her stomach hurt, he immediately found an excuse to go keep her company. Four years of dating, three years of marriage—I had always thought Ethan loved me. Until Chloe came back. Until she got pregnant with someone else’s child. It seemed like everything suddenly changed. My husband, who had loved me reasonably well, devoted himself to caring for another woman. I was locked in this dark prison. Slowly wearing down all my love for him. Disappointment accumulated until it disappeared completely. So it was time for me to leave. The next day for my birthday party, Ethan said he’d pick me up himself and called several times to urge me. But when I went out, only the bodyguard’s car was at the door. “Joanna, I have something to deal with here.” “You go ahead first, I’ll be right there.” I had no hope to begin with, so how could there be disappointment? The biting winter wind cut across my cheeks like a sickle. But I couldn’t feel any pain. Just like my feelings for Ethan. From disappointment to despair—no pain could hurt me anymore. The car stopped in front of a club. I frowned but still got out. Led by the bodyguard, I walked into a private room. But I didn’t recognize a single person inside. Their strange looks seemed to see right through me, full of mockery and disdain. As if I were trash, they kept their distance. “She cheated on Ethan and still has the nerve to let him throw her a birthday party.” “Ethan is so pathetic, and he’s even allowing her to keep that bastard child.” “I don’t know what Ethan sees in her. She can’t even compare to Chloe’s little toe.” They spoke loudly enough, deliberately saying it for me to hear. See? This was Ethan’s masterpiece. He couldn’t bear to watch Chloe face her parents’ criticism. But he never thought about how the harm I suffered because of them was a thousand times worse than what Chloe faced. I could not care about myself, but I couldn’t bear for my child to be condemned by everyone like this. I stood up, planning to leave. This birthday party didn’t seem to welcome me anyway. But when I pulled open the door, I saw Ethan and Chloe standing outside. One looked away guiltily, the other showed a triumphant smile. I knew they had been at the door listening. Listening to how the people in the room insulted me. Listening to how the people in the room mocked me. But he said nothing, just let Chloe pull me back inside. “So the birthday girl arrived first. It’s all my fault—I’m clumsy moving around with this belly.” “Ethan was worried I’d be uncomfortable in another car, so he insisted on picking me up.” Chloe proudly stroked her own belly, then looked at mine. As if saying, so what if you’re pregnant too? Because of her words, jeering sounds erupted around us. “Since childhood, Ethan has always doted on Chloe exclusively.” “When your baby is born, will there be good news soon?” “Don’t forget to invite us to the wedding.” Amid the congratulations, they seemed to forget I was still Ethan’s wife. They also seemed to forget this wasn’t some engagement party. But rather a birthday party Ethan was throwing for me to make up for his guilt. Watching their faces, I couldn’t control a wave of nausea. I had just stood up to leave when somehow I caught Ethan’s attention. He frowned at me and said coldly: “This is your birthday party. What would it look like if you left?” “It’s just morning sickness. Endure it and it’ll pass.” But the next second, Chloe also retched. He immediately nervously helped her sit down and pulled a sour lemon candy from his pocket. Personally tore open the wrapper, personally fed it into her mouth. Jeering sounds erupted around us again. I closed my eyes. My birthday party had become part of their public display of affection. They acted like a real married couple, chatting and laughing with their mutual friends. While I was just forgotten in the corner. They hadn’t even prepared a birthday cake. How absurd and laughable. This was the birthday party Ethan prepared for me. I held back my tears and swallowed all the bitterness. I should really say congratulations, Ethan. Because in two more days, I would completely leave him. He could give the position of Mrs. Shaw to the person he cared about.

    That night I didn’t leave. I just sat alone in the corner and watched this absurd birthday party to the end. It wasn’t until everyone was leaving that Ethan finally noticed me in the corner and offered to drive me home. Even though he was my husband, it was as if he wasn’t going to his own home. But just as he finished speaking, Chloe came over and grabbed his arm. “Ethan, I’m tired. I want to go home and rest.” Ethan affectionately touched her hair. “Is the baby bothering you again? Let’s go home first.” He put his arm around Chloe and left, while I could only get in the bodyguard’s car again. I felt like a clown. I touched my cheeks. The tears I thought would fall didn’t appear. So it was true—when pain reached its extreme, you really couldn’t feel it anymore. I really couldn’t understand. If he cared so much about his childhood friend, why did he marry me and have a child with me? If he wanted so badly to prove to the world how much he cherished Chloe, why wouldn’t he divorce me? Why insist on keeping our child, letting us be cursed and mocked together? That night, I didn’t sleep well. It wasn’t until late morning that I was awakened by the doorbell. Chloe brought her parents and suddenly showed up. As soon as Chloe’s mother saw me, she mocked coldly: “Pregnant with someone else’s bastard, and you still have the face to occupy the position of Mrs. Shaw.” “I don’t know how your parents raised such a shameless daughter.” Chloe’s father also looked at me with contempt. “Enough, why waste words on this kind of person?” “Even looking at her makes me feel dirty.” With that, he and Chloe’s mother carried several large suitcases upstairs. Watching their backs going upstairs, I didn’t understand either. How, as parents, could they raise such a shameless daughter? Seeing only me left in the living room, Chloe walked closer with a mocking smile at the corner of her mouth. “So what if you’re married to him? So what if you’re carrying his child?” “You still can’t compare to me and my child.” “Oh, and Ethan said after the baby is born, he’ll make my child the eldest son with the Shaw surname.” “And your bastard—he’ll only adopt him as a foster son with your surname.” Looking at Chloe’s glaring smile, I just felt a bit bored. I’d seen this kind of trick from her too many times. I moved aside to let her pass and planned to leave. Chloe suddenly fell to the ground crying, “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault.” Chloe’s crying brought her parents running. Her mother lunged at me like a madwoman. Just then, the villa door opened and Ethan rushed in. I was about to explain to him when Chloe’s mother knocked me down, slapping my face while cursing with filthy, crude words. As Ethan stopped her, a flash of heartache crossed his eyes. He was about to speak when Chloe threw herself crying into his arms. “Ethan, you promised that after our baby is born, you’d let my parents come take care of us.” “My place is small, there’s no room for all five of us.” “I just wanted to ask Miss Carter if she minded us living together, but she suddenly hit me…” She covered her own face, then her own belly. And cried even louder. I was getting dizzy from the noise. Where I’d been hit felt numb with pain, probably already swollen. And under Chloe’s palm, her skin was white as ever. Nothing there at all. Feeling Ethan’s conflicted gaze, I wiped away my tears and silently stood up. The husband who once said he’d protect me and cherish me for life had become the confidence that allowed another woman to act shamelessly when I needed protection most. Perhaps our marriage was wrong from the start. If he couldn’t let go of his childhood friend, he could only let go of our marriage. Because in one more day, I would leave him.

    Chloe was afraid something had happened to the baby and insisted on going to the hospital for a checkup. Chloe’s mother insisted I apologize. Ethan was caught in the middle, looking at my already swollen face. In the end, he still had to choose the childhood friend he couldn’t let go of. “Joanna, I’ll take Chloe to the hospital first.” “Mom’s back from abroad. When I get back, I’ll take you to her place.” “I promised Chloe. You need to understand—I don’t want to be someone who breaks his word.” Looking at this man who had shared my bed for three years, speaking of promises to someone else. He had long forgotten that when he married me, he also said he would love me forever. And every single thing he had solemnly promised me. Things he could have done, things he had done halfway and then abandoned. After Chloe came back, he hadn’t kept any of them. I put away the desolation in my heart, just wanting to end this farce quickly. “Joanna, I do love you.” Seeing my expressionless face, Ethan added urgently: “No matter what you’ve done to wrong me, my love for you has never changed.” Hearing his words, I found them truly laughable. “What have I done to wrong you?” I moved closer and asked him softly, “Has Mr. Shaw told so many lies that he’s forgotten whose belly his child is really in?” Ethan froze, then remembering Chloe’s family was still there, was about to question me. But I waved my hand, cutting him off. “Don’t worry, I’m leaving right now. I won’t disturb your family reunion.” Hearing that Ethan was sending me away, Chloe’s stomach suddenly didn’t hurt anymore. She didn’t insist on going to the hospital either. She even ‘warmly’ urged Ethan to help me pack. I sneered and pointed toward the bedroom. “My luggage is already packed. Just bring it down and I can leave now.” Ethan looked at me in shock. But I had already put on my coat and walked outside. “I was planning to stay at Mom’s for a few days anyway.” He breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly ran upstairs to bring down my luggage, even thoughtfully calling a car for me. Because I knew his car was already filled with Chloe’s personal belongings. There was no room for me. I sat in the taxi, watching the villa where I’d lived for three years grow farther and farther away. I felt no attachment. The car was quiet. I closed my eyes, feeling utterly exhausted. I seemed to have had a very long dream. Long enough that I relived the first half of my life. Loving him took up a third of my life. Seeing him clearly took me only three months. Once I saw clearly, I stopped loving. The car slowly stopped in front of his mother’s house. When I pushed open the car door to get out, my slightly swollen belly and heavy coat made my movements somewhat clumsy. Ethan sent a message: “Joanna, wait for me a few more months. I’ll definitely come for you.” “Once Chloe’s matter is resolved, I’ll clear your name and our child’s.” “Then our family of three will never be separated again.” Looking at his solemn assurance, I smiled and didn’t reply. I pulled my suitcase and walked toward his mother’s house. No more disappointment and compromise. Only relief. Goodbye, Ethan Shaw. This is the last time we’ll see each other. From now on, you and I have nothing to do with each other. The next day, crossing the street, I was hit by a car running a red light. Sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen. I could feel blood flowing from below. As they lifted me into the ambulance, I knew that as soon as I closed my eyes and opened them again, this child would leave me forever. That was fine. This way, I would never have any blood connection to that scumbag for the rest of my life. In the hospital operating room, as consciousness gradually faded, I slowly closed my eyes. Tears still couldn’t help but fall. At the same time, Ethan, who was about to board a plane, suddenly received a phone call. It was from a friend. “Ethan, congratulations! You can finally get rid of that burden at home.” Ethan’s expression shifted, and he frowned. “What do you mean?” His friend was stunned, clearly not expecting him to ask. “You don’t know? I just saw Joanna at the hospital.” “She was in a car accident and miscarried. She’s already in the operating room.” Ethan’s whole body went cold, as if a basin of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe. He hung up the phone with trembling hands. Without time to think, he left Chloe, who was still urging him to board, and ran madly toward the airport exit.

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  • Saving Alpha’s Lover Caused My Miscarriage

    My Alpha husband had sex seven times in the jungle with the female werewolf warrior Sophia to save her from a heat-inducing drug. When he came back, he held the nearly naked Sophia in his arms and looked down at me, begging for forgiveness. “Mandy, Sophia was drugged trying to save me. I had to help her!” Six months later, my husband begged me again: “Mandy, Sophia is pregnant with my child! You can’t have children because of your old injury. Once the baby is born, you can be the child’s mother.” My heart ached terribly. I held back my tears and calmly replied, “Okay.” The pregnancy test report hidden in my hand was crushed into a ball and thrown into the fire. The flames danced. Sophia coughed twice from the smoke. Vincent immediately pulled her into his arms, frowning as he looked at me. “Mandy, Sophia promised me that once the child is born, she’ll give it to you to raise. You don’t need to threaten her. She won’t ruin our relationship.” I stirred the ashes in the basin. The smoke made my eyes red. For a moment, I couldn’t tell if I was crying because my partner had cheated or for some other reason. I spoke calmly. “Vincent, you can just reject me directly.” Vincent panicked and reached out to pull me toward him, begging again. “Mandy, please stop making a scene, okay? Sophia took an enemy’s fangs for me, and she was forced to take poison trying to save me. I owe her two lives. Giving her a child in return isn’t too much!” Though his tone was humble, his words were entirely protective of Sophia. Seeing my expression darken, the others couldn’t sit still either. The werewolf warriors sitting around also begged me. “That’s right. Sophia is already pregnant. It wouldn’t be too much for Vincent to marry her!” “Luna Mandy, you used to be a warrior yourself. You should understand how dangerous it was for Sophia to desperately save the Alpha from those Rogues’ fangs. Even though she’s a female warrior, she was seriously injured saving the Alpha. We all saw how much she sacrificed for him.” “If you ask me, the Alpha should marry Sophia!” “Shut up!” Vincent roared, cutting them off. “Mandy will always be my only mate! As for Sophia, I’ll compensate her.” He looked down at the pregnant woman in his arms, his face unconsciously showing distress. I felt my throat tighten. I opened my mouth but couldn’t speak. The others didn’t know, but Vincent did. I had once fought alongside him and even took a blade for him. That serious injury put my wolf into a deep sleep, and my health completely collapsed after that. I was unconscious for three months. When I woke up, he sat by my hospital bed with red-rimmed eyes, begging me not to participate in any more battles, to give up my duties, to stop taking risks. He said he would protect me for life. And now, he was facing me this way again, but to protect another woman. Sharp pain came from my lower abdomen. I turned and left in silence. Vincent quickly caught up. He gently draped his coat over me and tucked the hair by my ear. “It’s cold outside. Be careful not to catch a chill.” Then he suddenly sniffed the scent on me. I thought he’d discovered I was pregnant. But he only said, “Your body is weak. Don’t come looking for me in such dangerous places anymore. Being exposed to too much death isn’t good for your health.” Death. Did that mean the child in my belly had already quietly died while I was tortured all night by the pain of my partner’s betrayal? I touched my lower abdomen, almost ready to tell him I was pregnant too, but his words interrupted me. “Mandy, Sophia is afraid of the cold. Let her live in that temperature-controlled villa in the suburbs. You go rest at the island for a while.” My words stuck in my throat and I swallowed them down. Years ago, when I blocked that blade for him and developed complications, he specially built that villa for me. Living there felt like eternal spring. But the vacation house on that island was surrounded by sea winds on all sides. My current body couldn’t withstand it at all. Except for a few days during our honeymoon, we never went there again. It had been abandoned for a long time. He used to place all the best things in front of me. Now he wanted me to give them to Sophia. I was no longer in his heart. I lowered my eyes and agreed. “Okay.” Vincent happily kissed my forehead. “Mandy, you’re still the most considerate and understanding.”

    I lay alone on the operating table. The doctor held my hand and comforted me. “Luna, your body is too weak. Unfortunately, this child couldn’t be saved.” Though I had a premonition, hearing this news still made me clutch the sheets in pain, tears falling silently. My body was in terrible condition. Getting pregnant was already difficult for me. The night Vincent cheated, I suffered in agony all night. Today he brought the other woman before me, and I endured the immense pain caused by his infidelity again. There was no way I could keep this child. My phone suddenly rang. The nurse pressed the answer button and held it to my ear. Vincent’s furious voice came through: “Mandy, you’ve disappointed me so much! How could you do this to Sophia!” I had no idea what he was talking about. My voice was hoarse as I asked: “What are you talking about?” “Sophia was kidnapped, and the address the kidnappers sent is at the island I gave you!” Vincent was screaming hysterically over the phone. “Only the two of us know the location of that island. If it wasn’t you, who else could it be!” I was in too much pain to speak. I could only shake my head desperately. But I forgot Vincent couldn’t see me. Not hearing my response, he angrily threw out a threat: “If anything happens to Sophia, I’ll make you pay a thousand times over!” Only the mechanical beeping remained on the phone. The nurse awkwardly put down the phone. I closed my eyes in despair. My heart was filled with desolation. After the surgery, the doctor wheeled me out of the operating room. Vincent’s werewolf warriors suddenly appeared and dragged me off the hospital bed. They bound my hands and feet with cold iron chains. “The Alpha said to bring you to the island too. If the kidnappers won’t let Sophia go, they’ll use you to pay with your life!” “Are you all crazy? Stop this! She just had surgery!” The doctor ran forward in panic to stop them. But a werewolf warrior pushed him to the ground. I was forcibly shoved into a car. Because of their rough handling, intense pain came from my abdomen. I soon passed out from the pain. I don’t know how long passed before I was jolted awake by ice water. I shivered in shock and groggily opened my eyes. Vincent slammed the water basin heavily onto the boat deck. He reached out and grabbed my throat. “Mandy, have I been too good to you all these years? Is that why you’ve become so cruel and willful that you won’t even spare an unborn child?” I was freezing all over, my lips trembling. I couldn’t form a complete sentence: “I… I didn’t… it wasn’t me… I didn’t do it…” Vincent didn’t believe me. His eyes red, he roughly dragged me off the boat. The pregnant Sophia was tied to the lighthouse, crying pitifully as she called out: “Vincent, it’s too dangerous! Don’t come over!” Seeing me appear, she cried out to me. “Luna, if you can’t tolerate me, I can leave. Why did you have to hurt my child?” I shook my head helplessly. “It wasn’t me. I didn’t do anything!” “Alpha, the person is gone. They must have run away.” The werewolf warriors checked the surroundings for danger and quickly rescued Sophia. Vincent pulled her into his arms, his face full of distress. A werewolf warrior spat at me in disgust. “Ugh! I never thought you were so disgusting!” “Exactly. You’re so vicious. How can you compare to Sophia! She’s a female warrior who’s bled for our Pack!” “Enough.” Vincent cut them off with a cold expression, then bent down to speak to me. “Mandy, you went too far this time. Stay here and reflect on what you’ve done.” He held Sophia and turned to leave. I collapsed helplessly on the beach. From a distance, I saw Sophia turn her head and give me a triumphant smile. Three days later, my body had lost all feeling from the sea wind. My lips were cracked and painful, my eyes stinging with constant tears. Just when I thought I would die here, a blurry figure slowly approached me. “Save… save me…” I used all my strength but could only make a weak sound. Before losing consciousness, I heard a slight sigh. “Mandy, what should I do with you?” When I woke up, I was lying on the floor of a basement. Opening my eyes, I met Vincent’s complicated gaze. “You’re awake?” He brought a cup of warm water to my lips. I instinctively turned my head away. He slammed the cup heavily on the table. “Have you made enough of a scene?” He looked at me with disgust. “I’ve already decided not to hold the kidnapping of Sophia against you, and you’re still throwing a tantrum at me? Can’t you be less petty?” I laughed bitterly. He didn’t even investigate before deciding it was me. If I really wanted to deal with Sophia, I could have done it six months ago. Why wait until now? “Vincent.” Sophia’s weak voice rang out. She supported her belly as she slowly walked in from outside. “Why did you come here?” Vincent immediately went forward and carefully pulled her into his arms. “I was worried about Mandy, so I came to check. Is Mandy okay?” Sophia asked timidly. “Don’t worry about her. She won’t die.” Vincent glanced at me with disgust. “You’ll stay here for the next few months until Sophia safely gives birth.” As they left, the basement door slowly closed. I barely climbed up from the floor and drank all the water on the table in one gulp. A warm current spread through my body. I supported myself and found a box in the corner of the basement. Taking out an encrypted phone from inside, I dialed a number. “I agree to what you said.” “Really? You’re not lying to me? That’s great… Where are you now? I’ll come get you,” the person on the other end said excitedly. “I still have something to take care of. Wait for me.” “Okay, no matter how long, I’ll wait for you.”

    After hanging up, I crawled to the door and knocked on it repeatedly with my hand. After a long time, an impatient voice came from outside. “What now?” It was Vincent’s Beta subordinate, Rocco. I spoke to him through the door crack. “Get me some food. I haven’t eaten in three days.” “Why didn’t you starve to death? Wait here. I’ll go ask Vincent.” The footsteps gradually faded away. When Rocco returned, the basement door finally opened. “Here.” An iron basin filled with spoiled food scraps was slammed down in front of me. I frowned and covered my nose. “How can I eat this?” “This is all there is. Take it or leave it.” I had no choice but to pick up the basin. Just as I was about to bring it to my lips, I suddenly remembered something else. I looked at Rocco. “Come here for a moment. I have something to tell you about Sophia.” Hearing it was about Sophia, Rocco hesitated but still walked over. “What is it… Ah!” Before he could finish, I grabbed him by the throat. My body was extremely weak. I used every ounce of strength I had. After a long time, I finally managed to choke him unconscious. My parents had been the Pack’s strongest werewolf warriors, responsible for protecting the Alpha’s family. I inherited their bloodline. Before my injury, I was also one of the Pack’s strongest werewolf warriors. Later, my parents died in battle and I was adopted by the Alpha. At eighteen, I became Vincent’s mate and rarely participated in combat after that. Even later, I blocked a sneak attack meant for Vincent and was seriously injured. I never participated in battle again after that. No one knew about these things except Vincent. I avoided the surveillance cameras in the villa and went upstairs. Just when I thought I could leave smoothly, Vincent rushed in with a medical team. Seeing me face to face, his expression turned fierce as he strode forward. “Slap—!” A heavy slap landed on my face. My face was knocked to the side. I tasted blood in my mouth. “Mandy! Who gave you the nerve to do such a thing!” I had no idea what he was talking about. Vincent continued raging. He kicked me hard in the chest. Several werewolf warriors immediately came forward to restrain my arms, twisting them behind my back. I cried out in pain. Vincent smashed an eerie ceramic figurine hard against me. Shattered porcelain fragments flew everywhere, cutting my cheek. “You’ve been silent for the past six months, but it turns out you were using dark rituals to curse the child in Sophia’s belly!” I looked at the broken baby figurine on the ground, completely bewildered. Vincent snorted coldly again. “I was about to settle accounts with you, and here you are running out on your own. I forgot about your abilities.” A sharp pain came from my abdomen. Blood flowed from between my legs. I felt all the warmth in my body slowly draining away. Seeing the bloodstain beneath me, Vincent froze for a moment, then frowned in disgust. “What sympathy-seeking trick are you playing now? Pathetic.” I was forced to kneel on the ground. I lifted my head and gave him a bitter smile. “Vincent, since you hate me so much, why not just reject me?” Vincent’s eyes suddenly blazed with fury. He strode over and raised his hand to slap me again, but stopped mid-air. He glared at me through gritted teeth. “You want to leave me? Never! You can only be my woman for life!” I laughed mockingly. After all these years as husband and wife, we’d come to this. It was all my fault. Sophia’s pained moans came from upstairs. Vincent’s expression changed immediately. With a wave of his hand, he rushed upstairs with the medical team. After a long time, he finally came out of Sophia’s room. Seeing me lying weakly on the ground, a trace of reluctance flashed in his eyes, but he still coldly turned away. “Throw her into the jungle to fend for herself.” Following orders, the werewolf warriors dragged me to an SUV. The car drove to the outskirts of a dense jungle. I was kicked out of the vehicle and rolled onto the ground. The sky quickly darkened. I walked in the forest for a long time before finding a water source. Crouching down, I greedily gulped the water. When I looked up, I met a pair of sharp green eyes across the water. All the blood in my body instantly froze. I had encountered these crazed Rogues before during combat, but back then my wolf was still awake and my body was strong. Now, I was no match for these fierce creatures at all. I didn’t dare move, afraid of alerting it. The crazed Rogue across from me couldn’t tell if I posed a threat. It just crouched there observing me. We faced off for a long time. I was exhausted, my consciousness gradually fading. Seeing me let down my guard, it suddenly leaped up, about to pounce on me. I closed my eyes in despair. Suddenly, a scream exploded in my ears, accompanied by the beast’s agonized howl. The pain of being torn apart that I’d imagined never came. I weakly opened my eyes slightly and saw the Rogue lying on the ground, convulsing and coughing blood. A pair of strong arms picked me up. I looked up along those arms and met a pair of worried eyes.

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  • My Wife’s Twin Ordered From My Secret Shop

    To earn some extra money for the household, I secretly opened an online sex toy shop without telling my wife Victoria. I hoped that once I made enough money, I could surprise her. Especially on Valentine’s Day, I had dozens of pre-orders lined up. I packed and shipped everything early, but I never expected the first order’s delivery address to be my own home. I was stunned. After checking the phone number and name repeatedly, I confirmed it was an order placed by Victoria! But Victoria was away on a business trip. She’d already been gone for a week. Worried about a mix-up, I called Victoria after careful consideration, deliberately using a video call. Three seconds later, Victoria answered right on time. The screen showed her inspecting a factory. The garment workshop was full of people, and the noise was constant. “What’s wrong, honey? Do you miss me? You’re calling me so early!” Victoria’s sweet smile instantly dispelled the dark clouds in my heart. I went along with what she said, deliberately walking outside so she wouldn’t see the shop I’d secretly opened. “Yeah, I miss you.” “Then say you miss me! It’s Valentine’s Day today. Shouldn’t you show me something?” “Of course I will.” I smiled, hung up the phone, and transferred $5,000 to Victoria to express my love. She quickly accepted it and replied with a kiss emoji, saying her flight would land tonight and she’d come home. After the transfer, I got even more orders. They kept popping up, and business was booming. I didn’t think much of the first order. I marked it as out of stock and contacted the buyer for a refund, thinking it was just a mix-up. But an hour later, another order came to my home address. The recipient was still Victoria, with the same phone number. She’d ordered several more items—things that rarely sold in my shop. They were more discreet and more expensive. At first, I got excited, thinking I’d landed a big order. But after I saw the address clearly, I felt uneasy. I thought Victoria had discovered I was running a sex toy shop and was deliberately placing orders to tease me. But when I called her again, it kept showing no one was answering. I had no choice but to mark it as out of stock for a refund and bury myself in other orders. But another hour later, another order came from the same address! This time was even more outrageous. She ordered fifteen bottles of liquid products and specifically noted that they should be delivered upstairs, with an additional tip promised. The tip wasn’t small either. As soon as the order appeared, several delivery drivers spotted it because she’d also selected express one-on-one delivery. Soon, several delivery drivers arrived at my online shop, urging me to pack and ship quickly. “Boss, hurry up! This is one-on-one express delivery, and the price is good! If I take this order, it’s worth more than two hours of my regular work.” I looked troubled and was about to mark it as out of stock when the delivery driver noticed. “Hey! Don’t mark it out of stock. No matter what you’re missing, you need to wait until I deliver it before you communicate with the buyer. I finally got such a good order.” “But I really don’t have enough stock!” “Well, there’s nothing we can do about that. You can refund the difference to them later! It’s fine. I’ve taken many orders like this. I know how it works.” Seeing the delivery driver was determined to deliver this order, I had no choice but to prepare the goods. As I packed the goods and handed them to the delivery driver, an idea suddenly came to mind. “how about this… I’ll give you another tip. You just need to help me with one thing after you deliver the goods!”

    The delivery driver paused and looked at me thoughtfully. “Do what? Tell me first.” I smiled awkwardly and made up a lie on the spot. “To be honest, this address belongs to my friend’s house. I think he’s messing with me, deliberately causing me trouble! I want to ask you for a favor. After you deliver the goods, just secretly take a photo of the person who signs for it.” “No way! What if I get caught? The buyer will grab me and won’t let me leave. Wouldn’t that delay my work?” “It’s okay. You don’t have to photograph their face. Or you can just look and send me a message.” The delivery driver hesitated, then made an “OK” gesture at me. I nodded in agreement, and he immediately left with the goods, laughing as he walked, sharing with Victoria how much he was earning today. Twenty minutes later, the delivery driver privately messaged me with a line of text that startled me. “Signed for. There’s a woman there, looks about thirty years old! Dressed pretty sexy. She tipped me $200.” Someone was actually home? And it was a woman! My alarm bells went off immediately. Could Victoria have come home early without telling me? I had just lied to Victoria saying I needed to work overtime for a promotional sale and wouldn’t be done until at least midnight. Could she have taken advantage of this window to come home? But why would she order these things? An uneasy premonition spread through me. Faced with order after order popping up, I no longer felt any joy. I could only pack goods numbly like a robot. The questions in my mind confused me one after another. I was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, eagerly pressing the delivery driver for what happened next. “Didn’t you take a photo? Did you see anyone else in the room?” “I took a few photos, just a bit blurry, but you can still see them! I think there was a man in the room too, because there was a pair of men’s leather shoes in the living room. I photographed those too. I’ll send them to you.” “Ding dong” several times, and I received three photos from the delivery driver. The first two were photos of a woman wearing a short skirt and black stockings. Her face wasn’t visible, but her figure looked exactly like Victoria. Those black stockings were torn in several places. Even though the photos were blurry, I could see it clearly, as if something intense had happened in the room. The last photo showed the men’s leather shoes, neatly placed in my entryway. They looked expensive—a brand I’d never worn. The size and style clearly wouldn’t fit me. So… Victoria brought another man home? My head heated up, and my heart exploded. Combined with all the items Victoria had ordered, I was about to lose it completely! But then the delivery driver added another comment that made me even angrier. “Oh, by the way, when I went to deliver, I ran into another delivery driver. They seemed to have delivered sexy lingerie, and there was a large bouquet of red roses at the door. Looks like this woman is pretty popular.” I collapsed, slumping in my chair for a long time, unable to recover. With trembling hands, I thanked the delivery driver and added another $100 to the agreed tip as thanks. Now I completely lost my motivation to prepare and pack goods. I wanted nothing more than to grab my car keys and rush home. But soon more delivery drivers came, all urging me to process orders. After all, on a special day like this, suddenly closing the shop or marking everything out of stock would affect all three parties.

    I had no choice but to grit my teeth and continue, numbly preparing goods, packing, and shipping like a robot. I stayed busy for five hours straight. When I saw the online shop’s revenue dozens of times higher than usual, I didn’t feel that rush of excitement. I just felt heavy inside, as if a needle was stuck in my heart. During those five hours, Victoria didn’t call me back. She didn’t even send me a single message. When I finally sat down to catch my breath after finishing, my phone received another order. I opened it. It was my home address again, Victoria’s name and phone number again! This time she ordered some mechanical items—very wild and very private, and quite expensive. I really couldn’t understand what she was up to. Why would she order these things! Half a day had passed, and she still hadn’t had enough? This was getting ridiculously crazy! Now I wasn’t just in a state of collapse—I’d turned completely angry. I wanted nothing more than to grab a steel pipe, break down my door, and see what the hell was going on. Unwilling to give up, I called Victoria several more times, but still no one answered. That’s when I realized I might have been blocked. Soon after, that delivery driver came again, grinning from ear to ear. “Boss, you’re really lucky! Your friend keeps giving you business, literally throwing money at you! I got this order again—another $200 tip!” I couldn’t even force a smile. My hands were trembling. The delivery driver, still oblivious, kept urging me. “Hurry, boss! Won’t you do this money-making business? But is your friend playing too wild? Can they handle this all day?” I was confused too. It seemed I was the one who couldn’t handle it. I didn’t want to look at the shop anymore. I just wanted to rush home as fast as possible. Just then, the delivery driver suddenly gave a low cry. “Hey, boss! Your friend contacted me and asked me to help bring something.” “What thing?” “A suitcase. She specifically noted it should be red, 12 inches.” Didn’t she bring a suitcase when she went on her business trip? Why buy another one? What game was she playing? What suspense was she selling! Furious, I pinched myself hard to stay calm. I temporarily dismissed the idea of going home to look, wanting to see what Victoria was really up to. So I took out another $1,000 as a tip and basically hired the delivery driver for the rest of his day, hoping he’d help me see clearly when he delivered again. “Just do what she says. Buy whatever she wants. The tip won’t be small anyway. I have another favor to ask. After you deliver the goods, don’t leave right away. Stay downstairs or in the stairwell and help me see what she’s really doing.” The delivery driver hesitated, as if he’d seen murder in my eyes, and suddenly panicked. “You’re not going to do anything illegal, are you? Don’t drag me into trouble!” I shook my head. I had no choice but to tell the truth. “I’ll be honest with you! That’s my house. The person placing the order is my wife. I have to watch the shop right now and can’t go there. I can only ask you to help me see what she’s doing at home. Please!” “I’m willing to add another $200—$1,200 total as a tip. Don’t take any more orders after this. Just help me see clearly, okay?”

    “Alright… but let me be clear upfront. I’m only responsible for helping you look. I’m not involved in anything else, and nothing has anything to do with me! You need to record a video promising me that no matter what happens, it won’t implicate me.” “I promise! I promise!” After some hesitation, the delivery driver agreed. After recording a video of my promise, he took the goods and left. Twenty minutes later, the delivery driver reached my apartment complex and messaged me. “I’m here. I’m going upstairs now.” A minute later, he sent me a photo of my front door, saying there was another bouquet of flowers at my door. I opened the image. Sure enough, there were now two bouquets at my door—clearly expensive. On Valentine’s Day, they were definitely high-quality, premium flowers, with prices doubled or tripled. But Victoria didn’t care at all. She just left them at the door without bringing them inside. I asked the delivery driver to check if there were any notes on the flowers or any other gifts. The delivery driver looked all around, even checked the garbage bag at the door, but found no trace of anything. Before the delivery driver knocked to deliver the goods, I video-called him, telling him to act natural holding his phone, mute it, and let me see the scene to see who was actually inside. The delivery driver did as I asked, pointing the camera at my front door. The moment the door opened, my heart jumped to my throat, as if it was about to burst out of my chest! I was incredibly nervous, covering my chest and taking deep breaths. Sure enough, I saw someone in my home, and there was a pair of men’s leather shoes in the entryway. Soon, a familiar figure walked out from inside. But I couldn’t see her face. The delivery driver was also nervous, not daring to raise the camera. I could only hear a woman’s gentle voice. “You’re a bit late this time, but it’s okay. I’ll still give you a good review. By the way, did you bring what I asked you to get?” I was shocked… The voice was identical to Victoria’s! Now I completely lost control. I slammed my fist hard on the table and continued listening to her conversation with the delivery driver. “I brought it. I bought a 12-inch red suitcase like you said, and the things you ordered on the platform—I brought everything.” “Good. Wait a moment. I’ll get your tip.” “Okay. This stuff is kind of heavy. Let me help you carry it inside.” To let me see clearly, the delivery driver deliberately held his phone upright against his chest. I could clearly see the furnishings and layout inside—it was definitely my home, exactly the same! As soon as he entered, I could see our wedding photo hanging in the living room. Absolutely no mistake. Victoria’s clothes were scattered on the sofa, along with a strange man’s suit jacket and pants. Through a crack in the half-open bedroom door, I could vaguely see a shirtless man moving around inside. A minute later, Victoria finally came out, handing several hundred dollars in tips to the delivery driver, telling him not to talk about this. The delivery driver accepted the money with both hands and bowed to Victoria in thanks. As he bent down, the phone camera captured Victoria’s face, and I saw it crystal clear! This was definitely Victoria! At that moment, my heart shattered like debris. I had to accept the fact that Victoria was cheating. At midnight, I returned home exhausted. I’d already drunk two bottles on the way. Dizzy and disoriented, I opened the door, planning to confront Victoria and ask for a divorce. But when I entered, there was no one home. It was completely quiet all around, with no trace left behind. Just as I was puzzled, the door opened shortly after. It was Victoria, pulling her suitcase, walking in exhausted. She said she’d just gotten off the plane and took a cab home. As for what happened during the day, she acted as if nothing had occurred. I was about to question her, but when I saw the suitcase behind her clearly, I broke out in a cold sweat…

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  • My Wife Hid Our Kid

    After arguing with my wife Charlotte, I just got out of the car to pick up a package. When I came back, my son Drake was gone. From that day on, I searched for Drake like a madman, living in guilt every single day. Charlotte pointed at my head and cursed: “Why don’t you just die? If we can’t find our child, we’re getting divorced!” From that day on, for four whole years, I gave up my career and life, searching for my child across the country 99 times, but every attempt ended in failure. Self-inflicted scars covered my entire body. I developed severe depression. Until the 100th time, I swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills. As I lay dying, I heard Charlotte talking with her childhood sweetheart Brown: “Charlotte, you’ve messed with him enough. When are you planning to tell William that the child was never lost? I can’t wait to see his expression.” Charlotte laughed and said unhurriedly: “No rush. This is what he gets for forcing me to abort our baby.” So four years of inhuman torture was just her way of punishing me. As she wished, this time I really died.

    To be closer to Drake, I died in his nursery. Charlotte opened the bedroom door and found me absent, assuming I hadn’t come home yet. She turned and pulled Brown onto our bed together. Her tone was indifferent: “He probably believed some scammer again and ran off to the middle of nowhere.” Brown laughed loudly. “It’s not the first time. I’ve never seen anyone so stupid—he believes whatever scammers tell him.” “I remember once he ran into the mountains and almost didn’t make it back. When the police arrived, he was disheveled, holding a knife and going crazy. Three men were lying on the ground. I have no idea what happened.” As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature around Charlotte suddenly dropped. She pushed him away coldly. Brown realized he’d said the wrong thing and immediately circled her neck ingratiatingly, pressing his lips to her neck. “I won’t talk about it anymore, Charlotte. It’s been so long since we’ve been intimate.” Charlotte wrapped her arms around his neck, kissed his lips, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of her mouth. “Don’t think I’m jealous. I just find him stupid.” “Back then, if he hadn’t been so controlling, I would never have divorced him.” “But he has a life on his hands. He deserves this suffering. He can’t blame anyone else.” With that, their clothes scattered across the floor. On this bed where we had made love countless times, the two of them became entangled passionately. I thought after death, people wouldn’t feel pain anymore, but my heart felt like it was being pierced by a thousand needles. Back then, she was the one who knelt before me, holding me and refusing to let go. “William, don’t leave me. I was drunk that day and mistook him for you. I’ll take care of the baby. Please believe me.” But I didn’t forgive her. I insisted on divorce. Charlotte went crazy, dragging Brown to apologize to me, then went to get an abortion herself. My heart softened. After struggling for months, I finally forgave her. The price was being fooled like an idiot for four years. The ambiguous moaning continued until midnight. The breathless Charlotte finally seemed to remember me, frowning toward the door. “Where the hell did William go? He didn’t even send a message about not coming home.” She called me. After a few seconds of silence, my phone suddenly rang in the house. Charlotte’s whole body stiffened as she looked sharply toward Drake’s nursery.

    A flash of glee crossed Brown’s lips as he pretended to be nervous: “When did William come back? Did he hear us already?” Charlotte quickly put on her clothes and walked toward the nursery. I followed behind them, coldly watching Charlotte hesitate to push open the door. Finally, with a creak. After pushing open the door, she walked to the bedside. I was covered with a blanket, my whole body curled up inside. Charlotte’s face alternated between pale and flushed. She thought I was deliberately ignoring her. “William, since you know, I have nothing left to hide.” “Yes, I took Drake away, but you were wrong first.” She glanced at me, her tone pausing: “As long as you don’t cause trouble, we can keep living like this.” After she finished, the air was silent for dozens of seconds. Charlotte’s face looked ugly. She sneered. “You’re playing dead with me? Fine, let’s see how long you can keep this up!” I coldly watched her curse at me in exasperation, my heart completely unmoved. I was even curious what expression she’d have when she saw my corpse. Charlotte soon slammed the door and left, but before long she returned, holding a four-year-old child by the hand. My eyes immediately widened. I recognized this was my child Drake. His eyes looked exactly like mine. Tears immediately burst from my eyes. I rushed over wanting to hold him, but futilely passed through his body. Charlotte’s voice was somewhat triumphant as she threw the child onto the bed. “I’ve been keeping him at my mom’s place all this time. Now I’ve brought him back. Are you satisfied?” With that, she and Brown left the house again. Bastard, this bastard! Leaving such a small child here alone! In the pitch-black room, Drake cried in fear. My heart felt like it was being cut by knives. I tried to comfort him despite my grief. “Drake, don’t cry, Drake, I’m here…” But I was too foolish. How could a person hear a ghost’s voice? Drake curled up beside me and cried himself to sleep. I looked at Drake with overwhelming love, tears falling in sorrow. He must be so scared and hungry. Even his sleeping face showed pain. Like this, I stayed by his side all night until the next day when he groggily sat up. His childish voice was filled with panic. “Grandma, where are you? I’m hungry…” He rubbed his swollen eyes and carefully glanced at my corpse beside him. After hesitating for a long time, he said softly: “Can you get up and find me something to eat?” “I’ll be good. Just a little bit will be enough.” After a long silence, he dejectedly got out of bed. Then he picked up a bottle from the floor. I instantly broke down—it was my sleeping pills. There seemed to be a few pills remaining inside. My heart immediately jumped to my throat. But Drake was overjoyed. “Candy!” He poured some into his hand and looked back at me. Ingratiatingly, he said: “I’ll only eat three pieces. I’m so hungry.” With that, he impatiently put them in his mouth. “No!” I screamed shrilly, rushing over to stop him, but it was completely useless. The next second, with a bang, Charlotte pushed open the door. The moment she saw what Drake was doing, her eyes nearly split with rage. She rushed over and tried to force it out of Drake’s mouth. “Spit it out, spit it out quickly!” Drake was so frightened he burst into tears. “Don’t hit me, I won’t do it again, Mommy, I’ll never do it again.” Only after she’d gotten everything out did Charlotte’s deathly pale face slightly ease. She looked at me, her eyes full of disgust. But before she could speak, Brown first accused me: “William, you’re being so irresponsible. The child is so small—you could have killed him.” “I know you resent Charlotte for deliberately taking the child away, but you can’t take it all out on Drake!” He brazenly humiliated me while Charlotte coldly looked on. But if they looked closer, they’d see my skin was dry and waxy yellow, my body already faintly giving off a foul smell. But I was disappointed in the end. After standing for a full three minutes, Charlotte still picked up Drake and left. She took Drake to lunch, but remained distracted the whole time. Charlotte opened her phone. It had been almost two days since I’d last spoken to her. For some reason, she was unusually anxious. Because I never gave her the silent treatment. Because I’d once told her: “When something happens, don’t run away. I like to solve things directly.” Even when I caught her cheating, even though I was devastated, I still didn’t retreat. Charlotte’s mind suddenly buzzed as she realized something might have really happened to me. She stood up abruptly, muttering to herself: “Something’s wrong. He’s not right.” With that, she turned to rush back home.

    But Brown suddenly said: “I saw William get up to eat yesterday.” Charlotte paused and slowly turned around. She repeated: “He got up yesterday?” Brown nodded, his expression somewhat awkward. “Yeah, I talked to him but he ignored me and even told me to get out…” Charlotte’s face immediately became extremely ugly. She sneered twice and sat back down. “I knew it. He’s faking it. Looks like he was just pretending to love Drake all along. He almost killed Drake!” I floated above, smiling bitterly. I wasn’t faking illness—I was really dead. Watching the triumphant smile on Brown’s lips, I really wanted to know if he could still smile when the truth came out. I floated back home and stayed with my corpse for a few more hours. My phone suddenly made a sound. It was my mother. Not having received a message from me for two days, she must have sensed something was wrong. She called three times in a row before the ringing finally stopped. Sure enough, within half an hour, she rushed over. Breathing rapidly, face tense, she came in and went straight to the bedroom. “William, William?” Not finding anyone, she went to the guest room, finally entering the nursery. “Ah! William!” A shrill scream pierced the sky. The rest of the scene was too painful for me to watch. Mom cried inconsolably, holding me and rocking back and forth. “How could you bear to leave me alone! How am I supposed to live!” Several hours later, Mom took me away. When the door opened again, it was Charlotte reeking of alcohol. She pushed away Brown who was supporting her and headed straight for the nursery. “William, how long are you going to keep playing dead!” As her words fell, she froze in place. The bed was empty. I was already dead. Her heart spasmed twice. She sneered: “Can’t keep it up anymore? Now you’ve learned to run away from home! Then get lost and never come back.” She returned to the living room and plopped down. Brown curled his lip in disgust: “Walking away is one thing, but making the house smell so bad—it really makes me want to vomit.” Charlotte seemed not to hear. Something occurred to her and she walked to the bedroom, yanking open the closet. All my clothes inside were untouched. She instantly felt relieved. “I thought you had some backbone, but you didn’t even take your clothes. You just want me to come begging, don’t you? Keep dreaming.” She relaxed and even let Brown move in. “Since he doesn’t care, let’s see how long he can hold out.” I looked on coldly, my soul floating in the room. Over the next few days, Charlotte lived it up, taking Brown to all kinds of public venues. But she didn’t become happier—instead, she grew increasingly gloomy. Finally, on the seventh day of my disappearance, she couldn’t hold out anymore. She brought Drake back. She opened my Twitter and ordered Drake to call for daddy. Drake was frightened and didn’t speak. Charlotte’s face darkened as she roared: “Call him! Are you deaf? I told you to call for daddy! Do you hear me!” Drake’s fear reached its peak. He burst into tears with a wail. I was filled with rage, wishing I could flay her alive. Drake was only a four-year-old child. To torture me, she would do anything! “Daddy, daddy, daddy…” Charlotte got what she wanted and sent the voice message. “William, do you still want your child or not? Are you just going to let him cry like this as his father?” Brown came over and hugged her, his voice gentle: “Don’t be angry, Charlotte. Since he’s so heartless, why do you still care about him? This kind of person doesn’t deserve to be a father.” Charlotte was silent for a long time. She looked at her phone, which still showed no response. She couldn’t hold back anymore and directly called me. Once, twice, three times—nothing changed. Still no answer. With a bang, Charlotte smashed her phone.

    Brown was frightened, not understanding why she was so angry. He just said with a trembling voice: “Charlotte, the child’s here. Don’t be angry. At worst, divorce him. Why make yourself suffer?” The word “divorce” seemed to sting Charlotte. Her eyes turned bloodshot. She suddenly laughed. “Divorce? Wouldn’t that just let him off easy?” She took a deep breath, picked up the phone with its screen shattered to pieces, and called my mom. After a long ring, my mom answered in the last second. Before she could speak, Charlotte said urgently: “Mom, where did William go? I want to talk to him.” Mom’s voice was hoarse, each word seeming to burst from her throat one by one. “You bastard, you’ll never see him again in this life. Are you satisfied now?” Charlotte was stunned, not understanding what she meant, but before she could speak, the call was disconnected. Charlotte’s face flushed red. She cursed and opened my chat window, typing viciously: “William, you don’t want to live like this anymore, right? Fine, I’ll grant your wish. Get your ass back here and I’ll divorce you!” Still no reply. Hearing she wanted a divorce, Brown was so happy he couldn’t contain himself. He immediately ran to the bedroom to look for documents. But just as he ran out, he saw Charlotte pick up the still-sobbing Drake. She rushed out the door. “Charlotte, where are you going? Charlotte!” Charlotte didn’t look back as she floored the accelerator. I floated to the back seat to accompany Drake, my heart filled with hatred. “Bitch, driving so fast—where are you going? Aren’t you afraid of an accident? Aren’t you worried about Drake getting hurt!” But soon I knew her destination. Charlotte stood breathlessly at my family’s door, pounding on it viciously. “William, open the door! I know you’re in there! Don’t be a coward—if you have something to say, say it to my face!” With a creak, the door slowly opened from inside. Charlotte’s angry expression hadn’t faded when her whole body froze in horrified shock.

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  • The Heiress’s Fake Best Friend

    During college. Ethan brought breakfast every day—two portions. One was for me, and one was for my roommate and best friend, Lily. But the breakfast he brought me was always just a slice of toast. Lily’s breakfast was a croissant with eggs and cheese, paired with a yogurt cup. Even on my birthday, the gifts he prepared came in pairs. My birthday gift was a simple greeting card. Lily’s were concert tickets, a Hermès bag, a couture dress, and a diamond ring. Finally, on our graduation trip, the three of us arrived at the station. The two of them smoothly scanned their QR codes and passed through. I was stopped outside. Ethan slapped his forehead in annoyance and gave an apologetic, sheepish smile. “I only remembered to book Lily’s ticket. I forgot yours.” “Look, we’ve already gone through, so don’t waste money. Next time I’ll take you on a trip, just the two of us.” Lily patted her chest and assured me. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on him to make sure he doesn’t cheat.” Watching their backs as they walked away shoulder to shoulder, laughing and talking, I smiled bitterly. Not wanting to deceive myself anymore, I turned around and bought a ticket home. “Dad, you asked me to get married as soon as I graduated… I agree!” “That intern you asked me to recommend, Ethan… cancel his position!”

    On the way home, Ethan kept sending me messages apologizing. “Aria, I really didn’t mean to.” “Who told you that a few days ago when I was halfway through buying the tickets, that troublemaker Lily got drunk outside?” “If I hadn’t gone to get her, and something happened to her, you definitely would have resented me.” I remembered a few days ago, I was on the phone with him in the dorm. Just as we were getting to the sweet part, the call suddenly cut off. I sent him countless question marks, but they sank like stones in the sea. Vaguely uneasy, I didn’t even bother putting on shoes and ran toward his dorm. On the way, a stone scraped off a large piece of skin from my foot, but I still limped forward through the pain. Instead, I came face to face with him, his expression dark, carrying a completely wasted Lily in his arms. He just brushed past me like that. The cold wind cut through my nightgown, making me shiver. Afterward, Lily took the iodine he’d given me and gently cleaned my wound. “Aria, he was just afraid I’d be in danger outside and make you worry.” “To be honest, this guy was doing it for you!” I opened my mouth several times, wanting to ask her. Why did you call him when you were drunk? Why, when you were in danger, did he ignore my existence? But I still couldn’t ask. Lily’s message popped up at that moment. “Didn’t you tell me you wanted to marry him after graduation?” “Think of these few days as me doing a deep investigation for you.” “How about that? Pretty big sacrifice on my part, right?” I stared at these lines of text—they were so glaring. Just yesterday, I had crawled into her bed, hugged her, and fantasized about the future. “Lily, you and Ethan are both important people in my life.” “After graduation, I’m going to marry him. You have to be my maid of honor!” Lily’s body stiffened in my arms, then relaxed. “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely appear at the same wedding as you.” My eyes gradually moistened, tears slowly falling one by one. I didn’t reply individually. I just typed word by word in our group chat of three. “Hope you guys have fun!”

    After I got home, my father looked behind me and his expression darkened. “Weren’t you traveling with Lily? Where is she?” I forced a smile and stepped forward, linking my arm through his and acting cute. “I suddenly missed you, so I came back. Let her go have fun by herself!” His expression softened slightly, but his tone remained stern. “Aria, after all, Lily is the housekeeper’s daughter.” “The reason the Morgan family has supported her through college is so she can take care of you.” “If she can’t do that, I don’t mind cutting off her living expenses!” The smile disappeared from my face. My heart felt like it was being stabbed with needles. Lily had been brought into the Morgan household by Helen when she was seven. I remember her thin, frail body standing there timidly, like a stray kitten. When I learned that she’d been abused by her biological father and sometimes went days without a proper meal. As an only child, I treated her like a real sister. She had been part of nearly my entire life up to this point. Even though I knew Ethan’s feelings for me were slowly shifting. Even now, I didn’t believe she would betray me. My sad eyes dodged my father’s gaze in panic. I quickly put down my backpack to cover it up. “Okay, okay, I’m hungry!” My father’s instructing voice sounded behind me. “Tomorrow, meet with the heir of the Pierce family!” “If it goes well, we can start preparing for the wedding!” My whole body stiffened. After a long pause, I responded. “Okay!” I made plans with Nathan Pierce at a stylish café. I scrolled through my phone listlessly, waiting for him. Lily’s social media feed kept updating. They first went to the seaside to feed seagulls, then went to a church, and next were planning to climb a mountain. This was the detailed itinerary I’d spent a month preparing in advance. I had been so full of anticipation, but ultimately it came to nothing. As bitterness filled my heart, Lily video-called me. She excitedly introduced me to the beauty of the coastal city and kept praising Ethan. “I’m doing an inspection for you. So far, not bad.” “When I got tired walking, he carried me on his back. When I pouted, a cold drink appeared at my lips. He even knew to hold an umbrella to keep me from getting sunburned…” My perfunctory smile disappeared. My gaze fixed on her neck. Those red marks were like knives stabbing my eyes painfully. Perhaps seeing my expression was off, she unnaturally adjusted her collar. “Today… there’s a bit of wind, you know!” Before she could finish, a figure rushed over and hugged her. “I told you not to sleep naked with the AC on last night. You’re going to catch a cold, aren’t you?” “You’re not getting any more tonight…” Lily’s face showed panic. The video suddenly cut off. But I still recognized it… That was Ethan’s voice. My mind went blank. My hand froze in the air, not knowing where to put it. I desperately called Ethan, but no one answered. Until I was soaked in cold sweat and slowly regained consciousness. Only then did Ethan video-call me back. His eyes were full of tenderness, completely normal. “I was concentrating on picking out a gift for you. My phone was in my pocket and I didn’t hear it.” “Do you miss me? We’ll be back in a few days…” But through the video, I saw Lily hiding not far away. The jacket she was wearing was the Valentine’s Day gift I had dragged her along to pick out for Ethan. My heart felt like someone had punched it hard. My face went pale and I couldn’t breathe. I hung up the video in a panic. A cup of hot water was placed in front of me. It was Nathan Pierce. I forced a smile that looked worse than crying. “It’s an arranged marriage anyway. Nothing to talk about.” “If you have no objections, let’s prepare for the wedding!”

    I was distracted and out of it all afternoon. I made an excuse about not feeling well and left in a hurry. On the way back. I looked at both their profile pictures and suddenly realized they looked like couple avatars. My hand felt as heavy as a thousand pounds. After hesitating for a long time, I chose to block and delete them both. I didn’t expect that the next day, Ethan and Lily would appear before me, travel-worn. Ethan scolded me with a dark expression. “Just because you blocked us, Lily was worried you’d misunderstand and rushed back overnight.” “How old are you, still playing the blocking game!” Looking at his familiar yet strange face, I felt dazed. In four years of college, Ethan had never once gotten angry with me. I always joked that he was mature beyond his years. Now I finally understood. Only when facing Lily would he lose control of his emotions. Lily cautiously stepped forward, took my hand, and explained. “Aria, did you misunderstand something? There’s nothing between Ethan and me.” My gaze touched her wrist—she was wearing the Cartier bracelet Ethan had me accompany him to carefully select not long ago. I had been full of anticipation, thinking he’d finally set his heart on me. Now it looked so ironic and glaring. I looked at the red marks on her neck that hadn’t yet faded and sneered. “Doing an inspection for me? Did you inspect his body while you were at it?” Lily’s face instantly went deathly pale. She unconsciously let go of my hand. Ethan supported her with concern. “Aria Morgan, how did you become so bitter and mean?” I could no longer control the anger in my heart and roared at them. “Then what do you want me to do?” “When I clearly see my boyfriend sleeping with my best friend, should I still act like a fool and let you play me?” “You’ve already had sex, so why won’t you admit it?” Ethan stepped forward and confronted me with his head held high. “Yes, I’ve been with Lily behind your back for two years now…” Lily frantically covered his mouth. “Don’t say it!” “Aria won’t be able to handle it…” He tightly gripped Lily’s hand and looked at me with blazing eyes. “Aria, you’re boring, dull, plain-looking, sensitive, and suspicious.” “If you hadn’t shamelessly clung to me, if Lily hadn’t been afraid of hurting you, I would have broken up with you long ago.” Hearing his vicious words, my whole body trembled. I still remembered our first meeting. I had fallen into the artificial lake trying to save a stray cat. He happened to pass by and jumped in to pull me out. His starry eyes looked at me and smiled. “How can there be such a silly girl? How interesting!” The resentment in my heart gushed out. I pointed at the door and screamed at them. “Get out! Both of you, get out of my house!” Instead of getting angry, Ethan laughed, crossing his arms and looking at me coldly. “Is this your house?” “This is Lily’s house. You’re the one who should get out!” I stared at Lily in shock. “What is he talking about?” Lily’s eyes darted away as she stood between us, looking at me pleadingly. “Aria…” “How about… you go to the maid’s room to cool off for a bit?” Ethan stepped forward and hugged her, reproaching her with displeasure. “You’re just too kind-hearted.” “She’s just a housekeeper’s daughter. Does the Morgan heiress need to speak to her so humbly?” Suddenly understanding, I laughed. “Helen!” Helen was Lily’s mother.

    Seeing me call out her mother, Lily instantly panicked. Helen came out, her gaze wandering between us before finally settling on me. She stepped forward respectfully. I looked at Ethan and snorted coldly. “Explain to him who the Morgan heir really is.” Without hesitation, Helen answered. “Of course it’s you…” Lily suddenly raised her voice to interrupt her, then fell to her knees with a thud in front of me, her face already drenched with tears. “We’ve grown up together. Why make things so ugly?” “Is it my fault that Ethan fell in love with me?” “I’m kneeling before you now, isn’t that enough?” Helen’s brows furrowed tightly, her hands unconsciously clenching. Without any warning, she pressed me hard to the ground. “Of course it’s because you’re ungrateful, daring to make the Morgan heir kneel!” I looked at her in disbelief, but the sharp pain in my knees reminded me this was no illusion. Lily secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Ethan couldn’t help but laugh mockingly. “Aria, don’t think that just because you have the Morgan surname you can pretend to be the real heiress.” “Lily, as the Morgan family’s only daughter, not only treats you like a real sister, but has also paid for your tuition and expenses from childhood to now.” “You should be grateful!” He walked up to me, crouched down, and lowered his voice. “I received the notice to join Morgan Corporation a few days ago. Lily arranged it for me.” “If you stop making a scene, I promise you that after Lily and I get married, I’ll keep you on the side.” “Except for the title of wife, I can give you everything!” Enduring the pain, I raised my eyes to look at him. This was the man I’d loved for four years? I remember when we first got together, he held me and solemnly promised. “Aria, after graduation I’ll work hard to give you a beautiful future!” Now, for the sake of the so-called Morgan heiress, he was ruthlessly abandoning me. I slapped him hard across the face. “In your dreams!” Ethan’s expression instantly darkened. As if he’d already made himself the master of the Morgan household, he turned to look at Helen. “Helen, right?” “Although she and your family’s heir are as close as sisters, you can’t blur the line between master and servant!” “If you don’t give her a small punishment to make her recognize her place, she’ll continue to hurt Lily without restraint in the future.” Lily’s face showed conflict. She stepped forward and grabbed his arm. “That’s not necessary…” Ethan patted her hand and gently reassured her. “The Morgan family will be yours in the future. You’re too kind-hearted. I’m teaching you how to manage a household.” Watching the two of them showing off, I just felt disgusted. “Don’t believe your own act.” “Lily, you know exactly what your real identity is!” The hesitation in her eyes disappeared. She looked at me with venom and unwillingness. She shouted harshly at Helen. “What are you standing there for?” “Take her to the courtyard and make her kneel. Don’t let her get up until she apologizes to me.” Helen wanted to stop her, but in the end, her eyes darkened and she called over the servants. Under her authority, the servants hesitantly came forward and pressed me down on the hard floor of the courtyard. Lily walked over and patted my face. Her eyes held a calculating look I’d never seen before. “Aria, look. Now I’m the one in charge of the Morgan family.” “Tell me, if I killed you here, based on all our years of friendship, would Uncle Morgan adopt me as his goddaughter?” “Then I’d really be the Morgan heiress, wouldn’t I?” The scorching sun burned my skin. My knees felt like they were kneeling on hot coals. I glared at her furiously. “Lily, you wouldn’t dare!” She slapped me hard across the face. “I’ve had enough of being given handouts by you.” “We’re both human beings. You just happen to have a powerful father. I’m not willing to accept this. I’m not willing…” She slapped me crazily and viciously, one slap after another. As if she wanted to beat me to death right there. As I grew dizzy, I seemed to hear Nathan Pierce’s voice. “What are you doing?” Then came Lily’s scream.

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  • Tamed by Money

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  • I’m a Good Girl with a Killer Body

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  • Love Like a Sinking Ship

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