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Married for five years, he only shared a bed with me, never his heart. It was a family marriage; I knew better than to hope for more, thinking it was enough. Until our anniversary night. I defied his rule for the first time and secretly took off the blindfold. That’s when I accidentally saw the name tattooed on his waist. It hit me then. Jasper wasn’t incapable of love; he simply kept it hidden, saving it for my sister. We had a furious argument, wishing each other dead. Unbelievably, it all came true when we had a car accident, driving off a cliff. Before dying, Jasper looked at me, his face bloodied, and begged: “Daphne, if there’s a next life, let’s not be husband and wife, okay?” I looked at him with a bitter smile, like someone who’d lost their mind. When I opened my eyes again, I saw Jasper kneeling on the ground: “Uncle, Aunt, I can’t marry Daphne. I love Iris.” I was stunned. But quickly relieved, as I didn’t want to choose him this time either. After being reborn, I chose to marry Asher. In the past life, Asher died at thirty, and his mother fainted from crying, while his father aged overnight. Everyone mourned his passing. He was remarkable, becoming the head of the family at a young age. Beneath his frail body was a steadfast heart. Before he died, I intended to see him one last time. But I heard him say, “I like Daphne.” “What I’ve done, she doesn’t need to know. I just want her to be well.” He said not all love needs to be spoken, not all love requires reciprocation. For many years, no one knew except his assistant. His love was kept so deep that I never noticed until his last moment, filled with regret. Today, I’ve returned from rebirth. This time, I choose to marry Asher, even if it’s just for that “like” from the past life. I want to help him, at least not let him die with regrets again. But Asher’s mother was a bit hesitant, “Are you sure you want to marry Asher?” I calmly exchanged wedding documents with her, confirming Asher’s name on them, and smiled slightly, “Yes, Aunt.” Asher’s mother tried to persuade me again: “They say Asher won’t live past thirty, you…” “Daphne, even if Jasper disagrees with the marriage, you don’t have to choose a husband from the Adams Family.” After a while, I smiled, raised my hand, and gently patted her hand. Reassuring her, “Aunt, Asher will live a long and full life.”

In the past life, I especially liked Jasper. We were childhood friends, and when my feelings awakened, no other boy could compare. I thought he felt the same way, but it was always one-sided. Every time in bed, Jasper would hand me a blindfold or tie to cover my eyes, saying: “Daphne, your eyes are too beautiful. I’m afraid I’d lose control and hurt you.” Every time, I’d blush at the ears. Until the fifth-anniversary night. I secretly took off the blindfold for the first time, only to accidentally discover the name tattooed on his waist. Shame and betrayal swept over me simultaneously. At that moment, I felt like I’d fallen into an icy abyss. I went mad, smashing everything in the bedroom, grabbing an ashtray and throwing it at Jasper. I hurled insults, wishing him dead. Cursed him to the lowest depths of hell. But if I could do it over, I wouldn’t do anything, just distance myself from him.

Asher and my engagement party is set for next month. Asher’s mother said the Adams Family would handle these matters, and I just needed to wait calmly. She gave me the chance to back out anytime. I replied with a helpless smile, “That’s not fair to Asher.” He’s just sick. I sent a message to the research institute’s assistant, asking them to prepare the experimental equipment. In the last life, after Asher had a heart transplant, I locked myself in the lab for some time to research antibiotics. Later, the medicine was ready for production, but he had already passed away from an infection. I hope it’s not too late this time. Suddenly, Jasper sent me a message: “Come to the Night Owl Club, I have something to discuss with you.” I refused outright. The first thing Jasper did after being reborn was to cancel the marriage with me and confess to my stepsister, Iris. To make Iris happy, he set off fireworks all night long. Their relationship topped the trending topics, and everyone said they were a perfect match. Paparazzi even caught a video of them walking on the beach. Iris seemed tired, and playfully asked Jasper to carry her. I thought he’d refuse. But he didn’t. He smiled indulgently, kneeled down, gently rubbed her ankle, and then carried her, his actions smooth and tender. A commenter online said: “Jasper is truly in love with Iris.” He’s been by Iris’s side, diligently pleasing her, treating her like a princess. He’s trying to make up for past regrets, wanting a new life. I don’t object, as long as it doesn’t involve me. But I ended up going to the Night Owl Club, though not because of Jasper. I wanted to see Asher, and his assistant called me back: “Ms. Daphne, Mr. Asher is doing business at Night Owl. If it’s urgent, you can come directly.” I frowned instinctively, teasing, “Drinking while sick? Afraid of not dying fast enough?” The assistant quickly muted the mic. After a moment of silence, all I heard was a light cough. Finally, the assistant hurriedly gave me a room number and hung up.

Surprisingly, Jasper seemed sure I’d come and had people watching for me since early morning. The moment I showed up, two bodyguards at the entrance forcibly took me to Jasper’s room. After opening the door, they pressed hard on my shoulders, forcing me to kneel. The cold from the floor seeped into my knees. The humiliation washed over me again. I clenched my fists and glared at the man in front of me: “Jasper, are you out of your mind?” The room was dimly lit. Jasper bit a cigarette from its pack, lit it, took a drag, and exhaled a cloud of smoke. “I don’t want this either.” “You didn’t cooperate with me. You refuse to cancel the engagement, so don’t blame me for being dirty.” My mind went blank instantly. Our wedding was already called off. Does he still not know? I instinctively struggled, trying to explain. Jasper had already approached me with a glass of wine, gripping my chin, “Daphne, don’t blame me.” “I just want to live the life I want. As long as you’re tainted, they won’t force me to marry you.” I stared at Jasper, eyes filled with endless sorrow. My heart ached sharply. Childhood friendship, five years of marriage, truly worthless as dirt. “So you want to drug me and send me to someone’s bed?” For a moment, Jasper seemed stunned, his lips tightly pressed, his hand pausing for just two seconds. But he still forced the wine into my mouth. “The Adams Family has been busy with our engagement party these past two days. I can’t wait any longer.” “I found a well-matched young man for you. He’ll take responsibility and marry you.” “Jasper, you’re crazy, really crazy…” I struggled desperately against his control, but there were two bodyguards behind me. Their strength was too great; resistance was futile. The wine rushed down my throat. The intense sensation made me cough uncontrollably. My face flushed red, and spilled wine dripped from my chin, soaking my shirt. Clinging to my skin. “Daphne, be good.” His voice was gentle, reaching out to wipe the wine from my lips. By then, the bodyguards had let me go. I gasped for breath, still a bit disheveled. Hands weakly propping on the floor, my eyes brimmed with tears of physiological reaction. My lips curled in self-mockery: “Jasper, I’m not marrying you, nor will I ever.” He laughed disdainfully at that: “Really? Daphne, I know you too well.” “I know how much you like me, so I had no choice.” He was so confident, so sure. Suddenly, Iris appeared at the room’s entrance, clutching her dress hem, her gaze fixed on me. Her voice trembled, “Sister, Jasper, you two…” Jasper’s body froze, the smile stiffening on his lips. “Iris, why are you here…?” “Who brought you here? It’s dirty here; you shouldn’t be here.” He approached Iris in a panic, his voice gentle, his movements tender and obedient. At this moment, he was like a devout believer, his eyes full of genuine love. A sight I’d never seen before. Indeed, love and lovelessness are truly distinct. I stared at Jasper for a long time, an unspeakable bitterness welling up. People are strange. In the past life, after marrying Jasper, Iris went abroad and never returned. He’s always regretting the past, but if he wanted to marry her back then, who could have stopped him? If he truly loved her so much, a plane ticket to America. Just over two thousand dollars. But did Jasper ever visit Iris? No. Sometimes I don’t know whether to be grateful he was faithful to me in the past life, or grateful he was cowardly. Jasper coaxed Iris to go home. She pursed her lips without saying much, looking at me with unclear emotions. In the end, I was left alone. The effects of the drug came quickly. The two bodyguards stood at the door as Jasper instructed, waiting for the well-matched young man he’d arranged. He constantly regrets the past now, but if he had wanted to marry back then, who could have stopped him?

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I possess the Sacred Blood, and the blood within me can heal any ailment. In my previous life, it was only after I cured the paralyzed legs of a billionaire CEO that I discovered the Mitchell Family had decreed that anyone who healed Ethan Mitchell would become the lady of their household. Ethan Mitchell was compelled to marry me. Fiona Johnson, who had risked her life to gather the Himalayan Snow Lotus for him, was so stunned by the news that she fell off a cliff and disappeared. A year later, Ethan found Fiona’s frozen body and forced me to cut my wrists to save her. “If only I had waited for Fiona to return with the Snow Lotus and heal me, we could have grown old together. You killed her!” “Lydia Smith, didn’t you claim your blood is a miracle cure? Then bring Fiona back to life!” I pleaded with him tearfully. “Fiona has been dead for a year. I can heal diseases, but I can’t bring the dead back to life.” But Ethan refused to listen to my explanation and watched as I bled to death. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day the Mitchell Family asked me to treat Ethan. Seeing Ethan sitting in his wheelchair with a gloomy expression, I smiled faintly. “Mr. Mitchell, these legs are beyond repair; no one can heal them.” ⋯⋯

Hearing my words, Ethan slowly raised his head to look at me, his eyes burning with growing anger. “Get out of here, you fraud!” I raised an eyebrow slightly and turned to Mrs. Mitchell beside me. “Mrs. Mitchell, if the Smith Family says an ailment is incurable, then it truly is. You might want to consider having another child while you’re still young.” As soon as I finished speaking, the teacup in Ethan’s hand hurled directly at me. I moved aside to dodge it. With a crash, the expensive teacup shattered on the floor. Mrs. Mitchell, startled, quickly apologized to me. “Miss Smith, I’m sorry. I apologize on Ethan’s behalf. It’s just his condition…” I brushed it off nonchalantly. “I understand. It’s normal for a crippled and impotent man to have a warped mind.” Seeing Ethan tremble with anger, I turned and left the Mitchell Family. Mrs. Mitchell chased after me, pleading softly. “Miss Smith, is there really no way? I’ve heard the Smith Family has a secret cure for all ailments. If you can heal Ethan’s legs, the Mitchell Family will fulfill any request you have.” But it wasn’t that he couldn’t be cured; it was that I wouldn’t cure him. In my last life, Ethan blamed me for Fiona’s death, stubbornly believing that if Fiona had brought back the Snow Lotus, it would have healed his legs. Had he thought calmly, he would have realized the Snow Lotus was merely a supplement. Its supposed miraculous properties were nothing but exaggerated tales. Yet, when he discovered I used my blood to heal his legs, he watched me die, hoping to resurrect Fiona. Before I died, I overheard the servants of the Mitchell Family talking. It turned out Fiona didn’t fall off the cliff because of the Snow Lotus. She was discovered by the wife of her wealthy patron when she tried to marry into the Mitchell Family and was thrown off the cliff. This time, I won’t get involved in their entanglements. I wish them a long and happy life together. “Mr. Mitchell, these legs, I can’t help.” Ethan came out and heard my words, his deep voice filled with anger. “Mom, Fiona has already flown to the Rocky Mountains. Once she brings back the Himalayan Snow Lotus, my legs will definitely be healed.” “My affairs don’t concern others.” Mrs. Mitchell sighed deeply. “The Himalayan Snow Lotus only helps your legs recover. To stand again, it’s far from enough. The Smith Family is your last hope…” Ethan remained stubborn. “I said, Fiona can heal me.” I gave Ethan a long look and bid farewell to Mrs. Mitchell as I left. Just as I walked out of the Mitchell Family’s gate, a black business car stopped in front of me. A woman got out and knelt before me. “Miss Smith, please save my son…” 【2】

It turned out that a year ago, the accident injured not only Ethan Mitchell but also his arch-enemy, Nolan Johnson of the Johnson Family. After that car accident, Nolan became a vegetative state. Having endured a painful past life, I wouldn’t casually use my blood to save people again, so I refused Mrs. Johnson’s request. Mrs. Johnson didn’t press further and left in tears. A week later, I received an invitation to a Mitchell Family banquet. Fiona had returned with the Himalayan Snow Lotus. Mrs. Mitchell feared there might be issues with Fiona’s medicine and asked me to attend and check it. At the banquet, Fiona stayed close to Ethan. Mrs. Mitchell held my hand, her face full of worry. “I’m not afraid that Fiona’s medicine won’t work. I’m just worried that Ethan will be disappointed again and won’t be able to handle the blow.” “We’ve tried everything in the past year. I’ve watched the hope in Ethan’s eyes fade away bit by bit. As a mother, I really have no choice…” Before I could offer comfort, Fiona pushed Ethan over. “Aunt, don’t worry. I can definitely help Ethan stand up. I almost died in the Rocky Mountains for this Himalayan Snow Lotus.” Ethan held Fiona’s hand, looking deeply moved. “Fiona, when I stand up, I’ll throw you a grand wedding.” “Ethan, I believe in you.” Fiona turned to look at me, her smile ambiguous. “I’m not like those fraudulent doctors. I’m confident I can heal Ethan’s legs.” As soon as she finished speaking, the faces of the renowned doctors who had treated Ethan’s legs turned sour. “Miss Johnson, you speak boldly. Are you sure you can heal Mr. Mitchell’s legs?” “You’re not even a medical professional, yet you dare to question our expertise?” “Even Miss Smith from the medical family Smith Family said Mr. Mitchell’s legs couldn’t be healed. I don’t believe a young girl like you has that ability!” Although Ethan felt Fiona spoke rashly, he still defended her. “I believe Fiona can heal me!” I couldn’t help but laugh. Fiona thought I was mocking her. She gritted her teeth in anger but forced a smile. “Miss Smith, I heard you’re the most outstanding doctor of your generation in the Smith Family. But you refused the Mitchell Family and then the Johnson Family. It’s hard not to suspect you can’t actually treat illnesses.” I smiled slightly. “Then I’m very much looking forward to the day Miss Johnson makes Mr. Mitchell stand.” Seeing me laugh instead of getting angry, Fiona bit her lip. “Are you upset I stole your thunder? I know Aunt favors you and wants you to marry Ethan. But now, only I can heal Ethan’s legs.” Sitting in the wheelchair, Ethan sneered. “Lydia Smith, even if you could heal me, I wouldn’t agree to marry you. Moreover, you’re just a fraud. When my mom introduced you, I thought you were someone impressive, but it seems you’re just so-so.” “Let me tell you, the only person I love is Fiona, and I will marry no one but her.” “No matter how many times you appear before me, I won’t spare you a glance.” Watching them act in sync, I just felt annoyed. “Mrs. Mitchell invited me to check Miss Johnson’s medicine. Since Mr. Mitchell trusts Miss Johnson so much, I won’t meddle.” After saying this, I wanted to leave, but Fiona blocked my way. “Lydia Smith, what do you mean by that?” I frowned. “Exactly what I said. If you don’t understand, look it up in a dictionary!” Fiona snorted coldly. “Lydia Smith, do you dare to bet with me? Bet on who can heal Ethan’s legs. The loser must kneel and admit defeat and never set foot in New York City again!” I paused, turned to her. “I’ll bet with you, but I won’t treat Ethan Mitchell. I’ll treat Nolan Johnson!”

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Just after receiving the Research Award, gossip about me exploded on the Trending Topics. Photos and videos of me in compromising situations with multiple people in the lab were everywhere, my face clearly visible. In an instant, I went from a respected scientist to a public scandal. I was at a loss and wanted to seek help from my fiancé. But I overheard them mocking: “Now she’s surrounded by people, and someone even volunteered saying they’re really good at it.” “Everyone knows she’s easy to approach! Just a little gesture, and she’ll come over. As long as it’s a guy, she’ll agree!” Ethan posted new videos and photos on some obscure website again. “Who told her not to give her research results to Maeve? Doesn’t she want fame? I’ll make sure she gets her spotlight!” Looking at Ethan’s cold and disdainful face, I decided to terminate the pregnancy. “Who has the latest video? Photos will do; a friend of mine wants to see!” “Does anyone have her contact info to send over? Want to ask how much it costs to hang out, Dr. Nolan can reach out directly if he sees this!” There was another update on Twitter. “Who still remembers she was a researcher at the Sunrise Research Institute? I wouldn’t dare use the cosmetics she developed! Boycott people without principles!” You could tell this ID was Ethan’s alternate account. His intentions were clear: to kick me out of the institute so Aurelia could take over my research. The insults and accusations on Trending Topics didn’t break me, but Ethan’s attitude and expression made me feel like I was in an ice cave. Dragging my exhausted body, I took a cab to the hospital. “You’ve already decided not to have this child, haven’t you?” I thought we would get married soon and welcome new life together. Now I realize I was a joke. With tears, I touched my belly, feeling a deep sorrow. The doctor probably knew about the news online, looking at me with contempt, signed the paper, and told me to wait outside. As soon as I left the consultation room, someone with ill intentions surrounded me and blocked my path. “Dr. Nolan, what a coincidence. How much would it cost to have some fun with you? Name your price, we’ll make sure you’re satisfied!” I was looking at the form in my hand and was caught off guard when they pushed me, causing my head to hit the wall hard. I held my head, looking at the burly men surrounding me. “I’m not that kind of person! The photos and videos online are fake, it’s not me!” However, the person in front of me sneered, not believing a word I said, reaching for my shoulder. “This face can’t be faked. We understand you’re ashamed to admit doing this kind of thing. Let’s go find somewhere quiet to have some fun!” Suddenly, someone poured some unknown liquid on me, the stench going straight to my nose. “Maybe she caught something dirty and came to the hospital! Get her out of here, what if we get infected?” I wiped the stinking liquid off my face and was shoved out of the hospital’s outpatient building. Ethan appeared just in time, pulling me behind him. “Weren’t we supposed to go for the prenatal checkup together after my break? Look at you now, are you doing this on purpose to make me worry?” Aurelia stood gracefully behind Ethan, with one hand gently on her belly, the other holding an ultrasound report. “Nora? Are you hurt? Ethan has already handed over the next phase of research to me. He wants you to have a good rest for a while!” Because of this online farce, my superiors at the research institute ordered me to suspend work. I didn’t expect my research, nearing completion, to be handed over just like that! Since they like my work and my man so much, I might as well quit. I wish them a long-lasting relationship. Ethan and Aurelia’s clean and tidy clothes made me look like a scruffy beggar. I stepped back, ready to turn and go home, but Ethan blocked my way again, pinching his nose. “The report for your research needs to be checked, go back and write it now!” I looked up at Aurelia’s smug face, my heart aching with hunger. “I want to go home.” Ethan’s face darkened immediately, and he looked at me with disdain. “It’s just writing a report; don’t make it such a big deal!” He frowned at me, his tone intolerant, forcibly dragging me toward a gaming hotel. His grip was too strong for me to break free; he pushed me into the room.

Panic set in, and I tried to get up and leave immediately, only to find the door already closed. Laughter came from behind, and I looked to see two middle-aged men. “Who are you? I don’t know you at all!” The men grinned menacingly, slowly approaching me. “Aren’t you the star of the show? You actually dared to come, seems like you’re thirsty again?” “We guys like you just the way you are. Since you’re here, come play with us, let’s see if you’re like in the video.” He reached out to grab my arm. I kept banging on the door behind me, hoping someone would hear and save me. The door didn’t open, but I heard voices outside. “Thinking about you getting married makes me sad, she always gets what I want so easily.” “It’s the same at the institute. Ethan, you said you’d help me, right? I’m carrying your child too!” Ethan’s voice sounded muffled through the door. “The institute has already expelled her, just rest assured, the project lead position will be yours! If she behaves, I’ll let her have the baby.” There was no respect for me in his words. ‘Thud’ My head was pressed against the door, my neck gripped tightly, another person started tearing my clothes. The feeling of being trapped made it hard to breathe. Just as I felt I was about to die, the door suddenly opened. I fell to the ground, ready to crawl out, only to find several people standing at the door. The men behind me suddenly softened their tone. “She invited us out, nothing happened, this is entrapment!” All of a sudden, all those heated gazes focused on me. A phone appeared in front of me, along with a hand grabbing my hair. “You shameless woman! Who knows if you have some dirty disease, coming out to meet people. You just need a lesson!” “Today I’m exposing you, let’s see what kind of people are at your institute! @” Ethan suddenly came over, stopping the woman filming. “The institute has already dismissed her, what she did has nothing to do with the institute!” With Ethan’s reassurance, the people gradually dispersed. The people behind Ethan looked at me with disdain. “It’s just writing a report, and you invite people over like this. We’re not trying to criticize you.” “You can’t even spare a moment? If Ethan hadn’t explained, you’d be headed to the police station!” Ethan finally stood by my side, reaching out to help me up. “Nora, what I said earlier was out of necessity, just to calm them. You know if the institute’s reputation is ruined, our future cooperation is over.” He gazed at me sincerely, as if he truly cared for me. His friends sighed, almost pointing at my nose to scold me. “Nora, I know you have your reasons, you’re not that kind of person!” Even as he said this, he turned and told the woman who filmed to upload the video to Twitter, even buying Trending Topics for it. Suddenly, I realized how blind I was before; I only now see through such clumsy lies. Among the crowd’s disappointed gazes, Ethan spoke again. “Tonight is Aurelia’s birthday, we’re all heading over now, you should come too and post an apology video online.” Those videos weren’t me, why should I apologize? I didn’t want to fall into the trap of proving my innocence. “I’m not going, I want to go home.” Ethan frowned, staring at me sharply. “Are you really going to ignore Aurelia’s birthday? Apologizing is for your research, you don’t want your research to be buried, right?” I just wanted to go home, but he wouldn’t let me, acting as if it was for my own good. So many people criticized me, yet he wasn’t thinking about proving my innocence, but about handing my research project to Aurelia. Then, Ethan dragged me to a bar. But those disdainful gazes always lingered on me, making me nauseous. Aurelia stood in front of me, seeing this. “Today is my birthday! Nora came for me! Don’t be too harsh!” After saying this, she tried to hold my hand. Unexpectedly, Ethan half-embraced her and walked away, his face still showing disdain for me. He was really blatant! At the bar, a server brought a drink over, placing it on the floor in the corner.

“I’m sorry, Nora, they really don’t want to sit with you. This is the best we can do. You should explain online, and slowly everyone will accept you!” One of Ethan’s friends sneered. “The institute has already expelled her; having her around is bringing shame to the institute. Who could accept someone like her?” The mocking voices swirled around me, I bit my lip and looked at Ethan and Aurelia. “Happy birthday, can I go home now?” He is really shameless! At the bar, a waiter approached with a drink and placed it on the floor in the corner. “Sorry, Sister Nora, they really don’t want to sit with you. Just bear with it for now. Explain it online later, and eventually, everyone will come around!” One of Ethan’s friends sneered. “The institute has already removed her name. Her presence just tarnishes the reputation of the Sunrise Research Institute. Besides, who can accept someone like her?” The mocking voices swirled around me as I bit my lip and looked at Ethan and Aurelia. “Happy birthday. Can I leave now?” Ethan, who had been sitting since we arrived, stood up. “They’re just talking. You’re here to have fun, so don’t make a scene!” After saying this, he forced me to squat on the ground, holding the drink that was tossed there, like a discarded stray. Soon, someone came in with a mop and drove me to the farthest corner. Then Ethan forced me to record an apology video and post it on the social media platform. “It just went up! Already ten thousand comments! This is even more than top celebrities get.” Ethan glanced over, and the person quieted down. “I’ve never seen so many. They surely understand Sister-in-law!” But soon, a few popular comments were pushed to the top. [“Seriously, she’s going to a bar? Is she scouting for a new target?”] [“She starts the video squatting in the bar’s corner. Who knows what’s happening? Is she completing her master’s task?”] [“I can’t believe she has the nerve to show her face. Has the incident of seducing someone else’s husband just blown over?”] [“Don’t enter the Sunrise Research Institute again. We can’t trust those products anymore!”] … Ethan looked at me, his expression gentle. “Nora, leaving the Sunrise Research Institute is the only way to protect our child. I’m doing this for our future.” I stared hard into his eyes, feeling the sting of tears. “Ethan, do you really believe the person in the video is me?” His expression changed instantly, the gentleness turning to impatience. “Everyone thinks it’s you now. Would anyone believe your explanation? Over time, people will forget.” The video was posted from my account, sealing this stain on me. Whenever my name appears, people will remember this incident. They want to ruin my life. I glanced at Aurelia, who had a sinister smile, and suddenly smirked. The comments under that video kept increasing, hundreds more every second. “People like this should be deported!” Ethan closed his phone, ignoring the comments. “Nora, don’t worry. People will forget over time. You can stay home and focus on the pregnancy!” Aurelia suddenly approached with a toast, forcing me to down a glass of strong liquor. In the booth next to us, they were loudly celebrating Aurelia’s birthday, spewing blessings like they were free. I knelt on the ground, staring at the disgusting messages in my private inbox, feeling completely lost. “Brother Ethan, a business partner wants to meet with me. Hurry and take me to meet them.” Everyone rushed out with Aurelia in a hurry, leaving me alone in the corner. Suddenly, sharp pain radiated from my stomach, and I felt something wet below. It must have been the alcohol! The sight of red blood on my thigh shocked my senses. I endured the pain, holding my phone, and made my way to the lake. Standing at the lake’s edge, I recorded a video of myself. In the video, I looked pale, eyes determined, but with a mocking smile. [“During an avalanche, every snowflake is not innocent. If you want me to die, then I’ll fulfill your wish!”] After hitting send, I jumped into the lake with the phone, swimming out with all my might. Only through destruction can there be rebirth. I had to leave. Ethan was sitting in his office, waiting for the collaboration Aurelia was discussing. He was about to call me to come home when a friend suddenly pushed him. “Ethan, bad news, Nora jumped into the river! She posted that and then committed suicide!” 4 The man’s face suddenly froze, his pupils narrowing. “What on earth are you talking about? Stop with this nonsense!” Only then did he notice the phone being handed to him, displaying a recently posted video on the screen.

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I’m in the final stages of a terminal illness, with only a few days left to live. The doctor has advised me to notify my family to make final arrangements. Unfortunately, my brother Declan believed Esme’s lies, thinking I bullied her throughout high school, and blocked me long ago. While I was fighting for my life in the emergency room, Esme merely had a mild fever from the flu, and Declan waited outside her film set all night. The usually detached Declan appeared visibly worried. “Please, go see a doctor. Even a small cold shouldn’t be ignored.” Online followers were moved by his profound affection. As I was nearing the end, I called the cemetery’s sales office. “Everything’s set, right? No need for a funeral, just cremate me.” “Burn the sheet music Declan wrote for me with me too.” I died on my twentieth birthday. Declan never realized that it was Esme who bullied me for three years and swapped my medical records of terminal illness. The attending physician sighed softly and covered me with a white sheet. The sharp beeping of the monitor was a stark reminder that I was truly gone. A flash of white light, and suddenly I was outside Esme’s film set. Declan held her tenderly, her forehead adorned with a fever patch. She nuzzled against his chest and said playfully, “It’s just a little cold, you didn’t have to cancel work to come back for me.” “No matter where you are, I’ll wait patiently for your return. I’ll take good care of myself.” She nestled into Declan’s arms, her smile sweet. Declan repeatedly checked her forehead and only relaxed when he was sure she was fine. Esme took his hand and said with a hint of regret, “I had a surprise for you, but you arrived even before the gift.” Declan affectionately ruffled her hair, “More than surprises, I just want you to be healthy and happy, always by my side.” Esme’s fans eagerly captured their sweet moment. They marveled at Declan’s deep love. They felt sorry for Esme, who had to work late despite being sick. A bold fan spoke up first, “Mr. Nolan, did you really give up a nine-figure project just to be with Esme while she’s sick?” Declan held Esme close and replied calmly, “I was at the temple to fulfill a vow. The abbot suggested I return; Esme is always my priority.” Esme shyly added, “He worries too much about me. The abbot hinted he might lose his love, so he insisted on seeing me immediately.” “I won’t let Nolan or my fans down. I’ll take better care of myself and work hard. The flu is going around; everyone, please take care of yourselves too!” After speaking, she smiled and waved to the fans. Declan said firmly, “Even if the abbot hadn’t hinted, knowing Esme caught a cold, I would have rushed back immediately.” Fans expressed their admiration openly. “Esme is beautiful and hardworking; she’s sure to become a sensation!” “Mr. Nolan is handsome and capable, and so selfless too. I’m truly envious!” “When’s the engagement? We’re all waiting for the good news!” Fans’ cameras clicked away at the couple, “Mr. Nolan, you gave up such a big project. Do you really have no regrets?” Declan, who usually shied away from online publicity, stood confidently by Esme this time. “I never regret my decisions. Besides, my motivation for work is to give Esme a better life.” In the crowd, someone frowned and muttered, “Nolan? I remember he has a sister. I saw her at the hospital today, maybe I was mistaken.” His murmurs were drowned out by the crowd. Just like me, always an overlooked existence. Chapter 2 Perhaps due to a familial bond, my soul lingered near Declan. After helping Esme into the car, his secretary hesitated, “Are you still planning to celebrate Cora’s birthday today?” Declan paused, and a second later, he frowned slightly. Today is my twentieth birthday, yet he returned to San Francisco because of Esme. He casually browsed my social media, noticing I hadn’t posted my usual midnight birthday update this year, a hint of irritation flashing in his eyes. Esme curiously leaned over and asked, “You rushed back from abroad, and she didn’t even show any concern? Some sister she is.” Declan irritably turned off his phone, “She’s just spoiled, throwing a tantrum for who knows why. I won’t celebrate her birthday with her this year; I’ll go to the hospital with you first.” He then adjusted the air conditioning, gently covering Esme with a blanket. Esme lowered her voice, sounding aggrieved, “Nolan, she must have seen the news of you being with me and got upset.” “After all, it’s her birthday today. I should apologize… I don’t want you two to be unhappy because of me.” Declan’s fist clenched and then relaxed. After a long pause, he suppressed his response, “Hmm.” A flash of resentment passed over Esme’s face, but she quickly adjusted, forcing a smile and taking out her phone. After seeing a text from her assistant, a fierce look flashed in her eyes, and she dialed my number. She called many times, but no one answered. When the phone announced it was turned off, Declan coldly said, “Stop calling. If she wants to act out, let her. You don’t need to lower yourself.” With that, he urged the driver to speed up. I watched Declan calmly. Apart from a hint of irritation, there was no concern on his face. I should have realized long ago, Declan despises me because of Esme. Why would he care about me? Even if he’s in San Francisco, he won’t celebrate my birthday, not even with a simple greeting. Since Esme entered his world. I’ve been forced to endure his bias and targeting. He always said I was rude, making things difficult for Esme. Said I was petty, jealous of Esme’s success. What was once my music room became Esme’s sanctuary. Custom gifts meant for me bore Esme’s name. Even when I was bedridden, he only believed Esme’s words. Convinced I was scheming, feigning illness for sympathy. I always silently wished, hoping he’d return to how he once was. But I was wrong; because of Esme, his misunderstanding deepened, to the point he didn’t want to recognize me. I won’t get his apology anymore. I’m dead, and we’ll never meet in this life again. Chapter 3 Declan took Esme to the best private hospital. Even the hospital room was decorated to her liking. Because Esme is the person Declan feels most indebted to. In high school, everyone mocked me for being an orphan. And the one who led the bullying for three years was Esme. After the college entrance exams, I left San Francisco, thinking I’d endured the worst. But in just three years, I met Esme again; she had become Declan’s girlfriend. I tried to let go of the past, avoiding them. But Esme wouldn’t let me be, twisting the story to Declan, claiming I bullied her in high school for three years. Since then, Declan never showed me a kind face. He always said I had to pay for my actions. So he unilaterally cut off my financial support and even tried to strip me of my right to study abroad. In Declan’s eyes, I became a ruthless villain. While Esme was the rare treasure he cherished. He pitied Esme’s past, treating her better out of guilt, almost placing her on a pedestal. To the point where he stayed by Esme’s side, despite the dark circles under his eyes. Even though doctors repeatedly emphasized Esme just had a common cold. Esme was about to say something when the hospital room door was suddenly pushed open. It was Declan’s friend, Griffin, who was also an investor in Esme’s new drama. “Incredible, your buzz is higher than my new drama.” “Maybe I should ride on your social media attention; this drama would definitely explode.” “Mr. Nolan, giving up a nine-figure project for love, tsk tsk…” Declan gave him a few displeased looks, gesturing with his eyes for him to go to the hallway. “My feelings for Esme don’t need media hype to prove.” “Esme doesn’t need this kind of attention. If she wants, I’ll invest in her, not give her public pressure.” “But I want to ask, why give Esme so much work pressure?” Griffin looked at him incredulously, “For your sake, the film crew treats Esme like royalty. She volunteered for overtime.” “I was puzzled; she was fine during the day, but at midnight, she wasn’t.” Declan snorted, “Esme usually overexerts herself, won’t speak up even if she’s wronged.” “Surely your film crew’s work intensity is too high, it wore her out.” Griffin shrugged, teasingly, “Mr. Nolan is a deeply affectionate man. I’m almost envious of Esme.” “You don’t care for Cora as much as you do for Esme.” Seeing Declan’s face instantly darken, Griffin wisely stopped talking, hesitating for a long time before speaking. “Today is Cora’s birthday. I verified the audio at the scene; she was indeed at the hospital today.” After Declan watched the hospital surveillance video on Griffin’s phone, his eyes filled with anger. In the video, I looked extremely haggard, my sleeves stained with blood, eyes vacant, weakly leaning against the wall. Declan didn’t finish watching, turning off the video in frustration. “I just didn’t celebrate her birthday, and she’s using self-harm as a trick!” That’s not true! The video was maliciously edited! I didn’t self-harm. The bloodstains on my sleeves were from coughing up blood during an attack. I was anxious, but Declan couldn’t hear me. Griffin tried to persuade Declan, “No matter what, Cora is your sister. When Esme marries in, you’ll be a family; there’s no need for such tension.” In the video, I appeared utterly exhausted, with bloodstains on my sleeves, my eyes vacant, and leaning weakly against the wall. Declan didn’t even finish watching it before switching it off in frustration. “All because I didn’t celebrate her birthday with her, now she’s pulling a stunt like self-harm!” But that’s not true! The video was maliciously edited! I didn’t self-harm; the blood on my sleeves was from coughing up blood during an attack. I was frantic, but Declan couldn’t hear my side of the story. Griffin was still trying to reason with Declan, “No matter what, Cora is still your sister. Once Esme joins the family, we’ll all be together. There’s no need to make things so tense.” Declan watched the video of my pitiful appearance with a conflicted expression, his throat moving slightly. My heart ached indescribably. Even people who didn’t know me well showed concern, yet my own brother instinctively suspected me with malice. — Declan’s face remained emotionless. After Griffin hurriedly left, Declan paced back and forth in the hallway. He took out a small velvet jewelry box from his coat pocket, revealing a sapphire necklace. It turned out he had prepared a birthday gift for me. Once, Esme took the sapphire necklace that mom left for me. Declan scolded me, saying it was just a necklace and that my bullying had made Esme so depressed she nearly committed suicide. He said I owed her for life. Now, the necklace in his hand had a bigger and brighter gem than the one I originally had. But meaningful objects are unique and can’t be replaced. He repeatedly rubbed the gem, carefully putting it away afterward. Only then did his emotions fully settle. He went back to his room to grab his car keys, planning to find me at home. But just as he was about to leave, a sleepy Esme woke up. “Nolan, where are you going?” Tears shimmered in her eyes. “I’m scared being alone in the hospital. Could you stay with me?” Declan hugged her to comfort her, “Stay put with the IV drip. I’ll be back soon. I won’t leave you.” Esme clung to his sleeve, reluctant to let go, cautiously asking, “Is it because of Cora?” Declan nodded, “She’s the only person in this world with my blood. I can’t fail mom and dad’s wishes.” Esme lowered her head, feeling wronged, “It’s okay, I understand. I’ll wait for you to come back.” Declan still left, and as he closed the door, I distinctly saw Esme clenching her fists, resentment in her eyes. I followed Declan back to the empty house. Not seeing my shoes at the entrance, he hastily entered my room. It was tidied up, and even the sheet music he had written for me, which I cherished, was gone. Declan sat dejectedly at the piano, staring at the stickers we had placed on the keys together, lost in thought. Through the moonlight, I seemed to see Declan from years ago. Back then, he taught me to play the piano and wrote music for me. As long as he was there, I always wore a satisfied smile. After Esme appeared, I never played the piano again. Declan’s fingers brushed over the keys, looking at his dust-covered fingers, murmuring, “Cora… how did we end up like this?” In the moonlight, his figure seemed particularly lonely. He stood up, took one last look at my room, and left in a hurry, almost as if escaping. Growing up, Declan never apologized to me first. Even when he was wrong, he avoided and glossed over it. I used to think he was too proud, and as his sister, I shouldn’t hold it against him. Seeing him check my Instagram again, I laughed at how forgetful he was. He must have forgotten that he couldn’t receive my messages, not because I didn’t contact him, but because he blocked me. I sat in the corner of the sofa, calmly watching his panicked face. What if he knew I was dead? What if he knew Esme was the one who bullied me and switched my terminal illness medical records, indirectly causing my death? Would he still stubbornly believe he was right and avoid responsibility as he always did? Unfortunately, he no longer has the chance to apologize to me. Until dawn, a sudden ringtone startled Declan awake. I leaned closer to see that it was the cemetery salesperson. “Are you Cora’s brother?” The voice on the other end was uncertain. Declan frowned impatiently, “I am. What’s she up to now?” “I’m Cora’s representative. We need a family member’s signature for the cremation. Do you have time to come over?” Declan’s expression froze. He gripped his phone tightly, suppressing his anger, “Tell me the truth. How much did Cora pay you to play along?” Before the other side could respond, Declan hastily hung up. He took several deep breaths, “Cora is so afraid of dying. How could she bear to die? Yes! She must be pretending to be pitiful again to make me stay for her birthday!” He quickly grabbed his coat, “Esme is still waiting for me at the hospital. I have to go be with her…” “I won’t be fooled again.” I felt hopeless. Clearly, in his heart, Esme was the most important. But his panicked back betrayed him. Maybe, for the sake of blood relations, he would be moved. I’m a bit curious about the day the truth comes out.

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On the eve of our wedding, a sudden car accident took away the child in my womb. Ethan Lewis rushed me to the hospital, seemingly anxious and worried. Through the haze of anesthesia, I heard the doctor’s whisper to him: “The fetus was already fully formed. Such a pity.” “What’s there to pity? It’s just a lump of flesh,” Ethan’s voice was cold and heartless. “The accident has caused severe damage to Ms. Sullivan. I’m afraid she might not be able to conceive again…” “It doesn’t matter. She can take care of Tommy, my child with Olivia. Losing her ability to have children might make her cherish Tommy even more.” Lying on the hospital bed, tears silently rolled down my face. So, the man I deeply loved was this cold-blooded. The wedding I had been looking forward to turned out to be a death trap for my child. If that’s the case, I’ll make them pay the price. “Mr. Lewis, the baby is healthy. It’s a boy. Would you like to take a look?” The doctor’s inquiry came from behind the curtain. “No need. Dispose of it as medical waste. Also, don’t preserve her reproductive organs. Make it clean.” Ethan’s tone was chillingly calm. “After she recovers, I’ll take her to adopt Tommy from the orphanage. Without the ability to have children, she’ll love this child wholeheartedly.” The doctor glanced at me hesitantly, “But Ms. Sullivan’s injuries are severe, her uterus is already damaged. If you still want to do this… it will ruin her life.” “Your child with Ms. Parker is already so big, you can’t keep it a secret for long. If she finds out this accident was arranged by you…” “She will never know,” Ethan interrupted the doctor. “I promised Olivia that although I can’t give her official status, I would give her a perfect wedding.” He gently held my hand, slipping a sparkling diamond ring onto my finger. “I’ll make it up to her for the rest of our days.” In the hospital room, Ethan carefully wiped my forehead and lightly kissed my lips. “Lily, I specifically requested the best sutures. There won’t be any scars.” “The anesthesia is strong. Rest well, don’t worry about anything.” He didn’t know that I had already regained consciousness and was just holding back my tears. Five years of love, a meticulously prepared wedding, turned out to be an elaborately designed deception. He already had a child with someone else, yet claimed Olivia Parker was just a distant cousin. The man I deeply loved, the father of my child, turned out to be the murderer of our baby. After Ethan left, I finally broke down in tears. The wound on my abdomen was painful, but far less than the wound in my heart. I gently caressed the site of the surgery, where our child had once been growing. I opened a video sent by a friend, showing the beachside wedding venue I had spent half a year planning. “Today, the private wedding of tech rising star Ethan Lewis is taking place, and the bride’s identity is finally revealed…” Against the backdrop of blue sky and sea, Ethan embraced Olivia from behind. White doves flew, creating a picturesque scene. “Olivia, this wedding is the surprise I prepared for you. Do you like it?” “I know you don’t like complicated ceremonies. Today it’s just the two of us, no outsiders to disturb us.” Olivia smiled sweetly and kissed his cheek: “Thank you, Ethan. You’re always so thoughtful.” The couple embraced lovingly, a heartbreaking scene. Tears blurred the screen and my vision. The wedding I had been eagerly anticipating turned out to have someone else as the leading lady. For three years of marriage, I had taken care of his family, willingly being his hidden wife. Yet he gave all the romance to his mistress, leaving only responsibility and shackles for me.

Ethan didn’t come home that night. The next morning, before I fully woke up, I heard him on the phone. “…Have all the news about the wedding been taken care of? Lily absolutely cannot find out.” When I opened my eyes, he was already sitting by the bed, full of concern. “You’re awake? How do you feel?” “Our child is gone,” I said, my voice trembling, my eyes hollow. He hugged me tightly: “Don’t worry. Even if you can’t have children, you’ll always be the one I love most, a part of the Lewis family.” “I love you. That will never change.” If I hadn’t already known the truth, I might have believed these sweet words. Now, I only felt waves of nausea. I quickly withdrew my hand, pushing him away. Ethan was stunned for a moment but quickly regained his gentle demeanor. “I’ve contacted an orphanage. Didn’t you always want a child? We can adopt one.” He finally revealed his true intentions impatiently. I regretted being so blind before, unable to see through his disguise. If that’s the case, I’ll play along with his game. On the day of discharge, Ethan carefully carried me to the car, appearing loving to onlookers. At the orphanage, a little boy ran towards us energetically, innocently saying to Ethan: “Uncle Ethan, are you here to take me home? Will the new mom like Tommy? I’ll be very, very good!” “See how adorable Tommy is,” Ethan said gently. “Shall we take him home?” The boy’s features resembled Ethan’s, with traces of Olivia as well. “Of course,” I smiled faintly. Ethan visibly relaxed, crouching down to hold Tommy’s hand: “From today on, this is your new mom.” I looked directly into Ethan’s eyes. Those eyes that once made my heart flutter now held only hypocrisy. I recalled the conversation I had overheard on the hospital bed, and a chill ran through me. Thinking back to Ethan and Olivia’s conspiracy, to the child they had mercilessly killed, I excused myself to the restroom to escape the scene. Outside, I overheard staff members talking: “Mr. Lewis really went to great lengths. To bring his own son home legitimately, he came up with this plan.” “Indeed, willing to sacrifice his wife’s child to protect the one born by his mistress.” “We rehearsed with Tommy many times for this performance. Thankfully, it went perfectly…” I turned on the faucet, using the sound of water to mask my sobs. Leaving the restroom, I saw Olivia already standing beside Ethan. The family of three looked blissful. Tommy boasted proudly: “Dad, did I act well?” “As long as we fool Aunt Lily, you can spend more time with me and mom, right?” Ethan lovingly tapped his nose: “Our Tommy is so clever.” He then smiled at Olivia: “What does Mom think of Tommy’s performance?” Noticing me approaching, Ethan hurriedly stood up: “Lily, don’t misunderstand. Olivia often visits Tommy at the orphanage. He’s used to calling her mom and hasn’t broken the habit yet.” Olivia also put on a pitiful expression: “Sister-in-law, please don’t think too much. I just came to help my brother check on the child. This boy is really lovable. He’ll surely be filial to you both.” I suddenly felt absurdly amused. To have their child call me “mom” and enter the Lewis family openly, they didn’t hesitate to kill my child and deprive me of my ability to have children. After doing all these terrible things, they still pretend to be innocent in front of me? I shook my head slightly: “It’s fine. I won’t overthink it. Let’s go handle the paperwork. I agree to bring this child into our family.”

It was late when we got home. Ethan went to take a shower, and Tommy was already asleep. I noticed Ethan’s tablet on the bedside table, which he had forgotten to lock. I gently tapped it open. There was a hidden album full of photos of Ethan with Olivia and their son. He had attended every one of Tommy’s birthdays, from age one to three, never missing a single one. He had taken Olivia and Tommy to amusement parks, making wishes under fireworks. The three of them posed for photos in high-end restaurants, Ethan with his arm around Olivia, looking like a real family. In the last video clip, Tommy and Olivia kissed Ethan’s cheeks. Tommy sweetly said, “Happy birthday, Dad!” Olivia said lovingly, “Happy birthday, darling.” I remembered Ethan’s birthday this year. I had prepared recipes a month in advance and carefully cooked a table full of delicacies. Ethan lied about working overtime, saying he’d come back later to be with me. I waited until late at night, reheating the dishes over and over, but he never returned. So he was celebrating with his mistress and illegitimate son. When Ethan came out of the shower, I was already facing away, pretending to be asleep. He lay down and held me, his breath on the back of my neck. He said in a low voice, “Lily, I’m sorry. You already have the title of Mrs. Lewis. Olivia has nothing. I’ll give her and Tommy half of the company shares.” “As for the harm you’ve suffered, I’ll make it up to you for the rest of my life.” My eyelashes trembled violently as I struggled to contain the fury in my heart. This man I had lived with day and night had become so unfamiliar. Five years of love had vanished in the face of this enormous betrayal. Love and hate became blurred at this moment. The next morning, the doorbell rang. Ethan’s parents arrived with Olivia. “We heard you adopted a child, so we came specially to see,” his mother said with a beaming smile. Olivia lowered her head with a slight smile: “As his aunt, I also wanted to come see Tommy.” His mother’s gaze passed over me, landing directly on Tommy playing in the living room. His father’s eyes reddened: “He looks so much like… so much…” His mother smiled from ear to ear: “My dear grandson, we’ve finally met you.” Seeing how affectionate his parents were, I suddenly realized they had known about Tommy’s existence all along. From the very beginning, I was the only one kept in the dark. I quietly retreated to the kitchen. At the dining table, his parents kept piling food onto Tommy’s plate, completely ignoring my presence. Ethan seemed to sense something amiss and asked me in a low voice: “Lily, why aren’t you eating?” I looked up with a smile: “I’m not very hungry.” I watched this harmonious family scene, feeling nothing but irony. This home I once thought was my haven had long been filled with lies. Passing by the study, I overheard his mother saying disdainfully to Ethan: “Look at her, can’t even have a child, always playing the victim. If it weren’t for the Sullivan family’s influence, I would have told you to find a new wife long ago.” She then held Olivia’s hand, “Olivia, dear, you’re so understanding. Once you have a child, I’ll kick that wife out and let you officially enter our family.” Olivia pretended to be shy: “Auntie, as long as Ethan and I can be together, I don’t care about status. I believe one day I’ll be able to give you a grandchild of your own.” I shook my head with a bitter smile. So in this family, I had always been an outsider. After the meal, I excused myself, saying I wasn’t feeling well, and returned to the bedroom. Sitting by the window, I watched his parents playing with Tommy in the yard. The sun was bright, but it couldn’t shine into my heart. My phone vibrated. It was a message from the investigation company I had hired: “Ms. Sullivan, the investigation results are out. Ethan Lewis and Olivia Parker were indeed college sweethearts. Tommy’s birth date matches the information you provided…” I silently saved the evidence, my heart turning to ashes. Even though I had already decided to leave, seeing this evidence still made my heart ache unbearably. It was time to end this nightmare. It was time to wake up from this marriage woven with lies.

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Two months pregnant, my husband chose to divorce me and marry his first love to cure her depression. But on the day of our divorce, he got into a car accident and lost his memory. His memories are stuck three years in the past. Three years ago, when he loved me the most. In the hospital room, Lucas Anderson threw the divorce papers on the floor, his eyes red with anger and disbelief. “Olivia, tell me the truth. You want a divorce because you’ve fallen for someone else, haven’t you?” His voice was low and intense as he stared directly into my eyes. I looked at him and let out a cold laugh. “How could I be the one who wants a divorce? For the past two years, you’ve been the one desperately trying to end our marriage. You’re the one who wants to marry Chloe and give her your name. You’re the one who told me to abort our one-month-old baby!” He sat silently on the hospital bed, as if he’d just heard the most ridiculous joke. “Are you lying to me? How could I ever say such things?” I looked at him, my voice devoid of emotion. “Your signature is on the divorce papers. The ring on your finger has Chloe’s name engraved on it.” Lucas frowned, noticing the unfamiliar ring on his finger. He looked closely and saw Chloe’s name engraved inside. His expression changed dramatically. He yanked out his IV, jumped out of bed, and picked up the divorce papers. Sure enough, there was his signature. “How… how is this possible?” Lucas leaned against the wall, looking lost and helpless. “You were in a car accident and lost your memory temporarily. Your memories are stuck three years ago, right after we got married. You’ve forgotten everything you’ve done in these three years.” My tone was cold and detached. He had forgotten the events of the past three years, but I hadn’t. I couldn’t forget how much I had suffered during that time. Three years ago, we fell in love and got married. Our blissful life lasted only two months before Chloe, his ex-girlfriend, returned from abroad. At first, I thought Chloe was part of his past and wouldn’t affect our marriage. That is, until the day Lucas threw divorce papers in front of me. “Olivia, can’t you be more understanding? How can you be so petty towards someone suffering from severe depression?” My husband of two months was now proposing a temporary divorce. He wanted to give Chloe his name to help cure her depression. Tears instantly welled up in my eyes. My whole body shook with anger. I couldn’t believe these words were coming from the husband who had been so devoted to me. “So, you’re abandoning me for her?” I asked, my face full of hurt. “Don’t say it like that. I don’t love her anymore, honestly.” “She’s suffering from depression now. The doctor says she’s at risk of suicide at any moment. She needs me to be with her, to make her happy and feel some warmth.” “We’re just getting divorced temporarily. I’ll marry her first, and once her depression is cured, I’ll marry you again!” “Chloe’s parents are gone. I’m the only family she has left…” “I just found out that when she left me to go abroad, she was already suffering from severe depression. She left without telling me because she didn’t want to be a burden.” “She’s had a terrible time abroad these past three years. She couldn’t afford proper food or housing. Now she weighs less than 100 pounds.” “She’s suffered so much for me. How can you expect me to abandon her? She really can’t take any more hurt.” My heart tightened. So Chloe had left Lucas years ago because of her depression. That’s why Lucas was so concerned about her now, even willing to divorce me for her sake. “So you’re willing to hurt me to protect her feelings?” Tears streamed down my face. What had I done wrong in all of this? “Don’t be unreasonable, okay? I promise, as soon as she gets better, I’ll marry you right away. You’re the one I truly love, no one else.” I looked at his exasperated face, my heart breaking. “If you truly love me, why are you choosing to hurt me?” I sobbed. Perhaps my tears softened his heart. He sighed, and the first attempt at divorce was called off. Two years ago, I finally met Chloe, the woman tormented by depression. She came to our home with a key Lucas had given her. Although Lucas hadn’t married her yet, he was already treating her like the lady of the house. Her eyes were lifeless, her appearance haggard. She walked and talked as if she had no energy left. “I’m sorry… Olivia.” “I’m sick. My life has no meaning. I want to die all the time. I’m in so much pain. I take medication every day.” She showed me the pills in her hand. “I constantly want to stab myself. Living is the most painful thing for me.” “But Lucas is a ray of light in my life. Only when I’m with him do I not feel so terrible. Only then do I feel a tiny bit of motivation to keep living.” “I promise you, after Lucas marries me, as soon as my depression improves, I’ll give him back to you.” “So please… considering how miserable I am… let Lucas be with me for a while.” Tears streamed down Chloe’s face. She knelt on the ground, holding my hands. Her arms were covered in scars, remnants of her past self-harm attempts. It was a shocking sight. But why should her misery be my responsibility to compensate for? What did any of this have to do with me? “Chloe, if you’re sick, you need to see a doctor. A man can’t cure your illness. Only a doctor can treat your condition.” “I am Lucas’s wife. What right do you have to enter my home with a key?” “I won’t give my husband to you. Get that idea out of your head.” I was shaking with anger, disgusted by her act of kneeling and playing the victim. I pushed her away forcefully. She fell to the ground, light as a feather. The colorful pills in her hand scattered across the floor. This scene was witnessed by Lucas, who had just returned from work. “Olivia, have you no humanity? Chloe is already in such a state, and you still bully her? Are you even human?” Lucas ran over and shoved me aside with tremendous force, like being hit by a truck. My leg slammed into the corner of the coffee table, causing me to break out in a cold sweat from the pain. “Chloe, are you okay? Are you alright?” Lucas ignored my disheveled state and bent down to comfort Chloe, then started picking up the scattered pills from the floor. Chloe sobbed pitifully, looking utterly helpless. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m the one causing trouble. Maybe I should just die. I’m already in so much pain, why am I torturing you and Olivia? You two are married, I’m just the third wheel.” Chloe’s tears flowed like a river, seemingly endless. Then, while Lucas wasn’t paying attention, she rushed into the kitchen and grabbed a knife, starting to cut her wrist. Bright red blood gushed out. “Chloe!” Lucas ran over, dodged the knife, and restrained her. “You’re not a burden. You’ve done nothing wrong. It’s others who are wrong. I promise I’ll cure your depression!” Lucas held Chloe tightly and rushed her to the hospital. As he walked out the door, Lucas shot me a look of hatred and said, “Olivia, I never thought you could be such a person! The divorce papers are under the coffee table. I’ve already signed them! And get rid of the baby, having a child now would upset Chloe.” After they left, the place was a mess. At that time, I was already one month pregnant. I sat on the floor, the pain in my leg making me break out in a cold sweat. Back then, I had defied my parents’ objections and even cut ties with them to marry Lucas and move to Chicago. I never imagined this would be the outcome. I laughed bitterly at myself. No matter how hard I tried, it seemed I could never compare to his first love. Tears fell uncontrollably down my face. I walked to the coffee table, saw the divorce papers, and signed them. Little did I know that on the very afternoon I signed those papers, Lucas would get into a car accident, end up in the hospital, and lose his memory in a twist of fate.

Now, in the hospital room, Lucas stared at the divorce papers, his face contorted with pain. “How could this happen? How is this possible? I love you so much, how could I ever divorce you?” Chloe had been by his bedside the whole time, attentively caring for him. Her dedication made even me, his current wife, feel inadequate. “Lucas, you promised to marry me, to help me through this…” Chloe’s voice was soft and pitiful. “Chloe, I’ve always seen you as a good friend. The person I love is my wife, Olivia.” Lucas cut her off before she could finish. Chloe’s eyes welled up with tears. She tried to hold his hand, but he forcefully pushed her away. He frowned and said coldly, “Don’t touch me!” Of course, his memories were stuck three years ago, when he still loved me. How ironic. I stood far from his hospital bed, my face expressionless. “You’ve always been the one asking for a divorce. I’m not lying. After you’re discharged, contact me and we’ll go finalize the paperwork.” He looked up at me, his gaze fixed. He seemed hurt by my cold attitude, his expression revealing rare confusion and bewilderment, with a hint of incomprehension and pleading. In the past, I hated seeing such an expression on my man’s face, but now my heart was as cold as stone. Despite his heartfelt words to me— “Olivia, you promised you’d always be by my side.” “I love you.” “There’s nothing between Chloe and me. There must be some misunderstanding.” “Please don’t divorce me, okay?” I shook my head and quickly walked out of the room, leaving the hospital. The pain was unbearable. Perhaps three years ago, his dream really was to marry me. And I had wholeheartedly wanted to grow old with him. But less than six months after I graduated college and married him, all he could think about was how to divorce me and give Chloe his name. I had long known that Chloe was his girlfriend of eight years. Her sudden departure years ago had left him heartbroken, which led him to fall in love with me. Now that Chloe was back, and in such a sickly state, of course he wanted to give her his name. Unfortunately, he had forgotten all this. But I hadn’t! How could I forget how many times I had cried over these three years? How many times I had called him, begging him to come home, only to be met with a casual “Chloe’s not feeling well, I need to stay with her.”

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My daughter’s ship suddenly hit a reef and began to sink during her winter school trip. My husband William is the most outstanding lifeguard in the Blue Ocean Rescue Team. But I didn’t inform him about the critical situation. Instead, I drove straight to the rescue team’s headquarters. In my previous life, William and his teammates only flew out to save our daughter after I begged him desperately. But because he was busy rescuing our daughter, he couldn’t make it in time when his ex-girlfriend Lucy’s house caught fire. Lucy died in that accident. Overwhelmed with guilt, William buried himself in work and didn’t come home for a month. Until one weekend, he suddenly returned and suggested taking us on a picnic. Who would have thought he’d drugged our drinks? He took us to Lucy’s grave, poured gasoline on me, and roared with bloodshot eyes. “Lucy died because of you! I must give her an explanation. If you two hadn’t conspired to send me away that day, she wouldn’t have suffered so much before dying!” Then he lit the lighter. When I came to my senses, I found myself back on the day of my daughter’s accident. Only this time, no one was going to stop him from saving his ex-girlfriend. But why did he come back crying and begging for my forgiveness in the end?

“Rachel, even though you’re William’s wife, we don’t have any extra equipment for rescue operations now,” said Kevin, William’s colleague and the Blue Ocean Rescue Team’s duty dispatcher, as he held my sleeve. Due to interference with mobile phone signals at sea, my daughter contacted me through the emergency walkie-talkie I had slipped into her backpack that morning after the ship encountered danger. Unable to locate the exact position, calling the police was useless. After being reborn, I immediately ran five red lights to finally reach the rescue team headquarters. But after explaining the situation, he blocked us outside the door. My daughter kept crying on the other end of the walkie-talkie. At this moment, the children, including my daughter, must be terrified. My father, hearing the crying, was on the verge of a heart attack. He pointed at the helicopter not far away. “How is that possible? There’s still a helicopter right there. Young man, hurry up and go find the children!” Kevin scratched his head and sighed, “Old man, I understand how you feel, but that helicopter can’t be used.” My father became agitated and grabbed Kevin’s hand, “What’s with all these rules? Saving lives is urgent now. My granddaughter is stranded at sea. You have the ability but refuse to save her. Where’s your conscience?” “Why are you yelling at me!” Kevin pushed my father, making him stumble. Then he said coldly, “You think flying a helicopter is as simple as strolling through a market? Besides, there are so many people who need help now. Why should we follow your orders just because you showed up?” After berating my father, Kevin turned to me, “Rachel, I’m giving you face because of William. If this old man keeps making unreasonable demands, don’t blame me for having you thrown out!” Seeing the argument here, a crowd of passersby gathered at the rescue team’s entrance. Hearing his words, they all showed mocking expressions. “These young men are busy day and night, sometimes they can’t even eat before going to save people.” “Not appreciating how hard they work and causing trouble here. Is the rescue team exclusively for your family?” The onlookers pointed and commented on us. My daughter’s crying came through the walkie-talkie again. “Mom, Grandpa, when can you come save me? I’m so scared!” Hearing that childish voice trembling with fear, my heart felt like it was hit by a heavy hammer. But even so, Kevin remained indifferent, looking at us askance and starting to smoke. My father quickly forced a smile and apologized to Kevin, “Kevin, I’m sorry for speaking rudely earlier. Please hurry and start the helicopter to find my granddaughter. She’s in real danger now!” My father had put aside his dignity. A man nearly sixty with graying hair was now begging someone several decades younger than him. But Kevin just glanced at my father, blowing smoke in his face and saying leisurely, “Begging won’t help. There are regulations.” My father was on the verge of collapse, almost fainting on the spot. Luckily, I caught him. I took out some blood pressure medication and helped my father take it. Then I looked up at Kevin. “Kevin, you heard the walkie-talkie earlier. My daughter is in danger. If something happens to the child because of your negligence, can you bear the responsibility?” Perhaps realizing he might be held accountable if something went wrong, Kevin put away his previous arrogant attitude. Just when I thought he was going to arrange a rescue, he suddenly laughed. “Rachel, who are you trying to scare? Even a three-year-old knows there are no reefs near Blue Ocean City’s waters. You should have done better research before lying.” Then he looked at me with contempt and continued, “At first, when William said you would stop at nothing, I thought it was impossible. Now I’ve seen it for myself.” “You’re deliberately obstructing William from rescuing Lucy, wanting to divert the helicopter. To win in a jealous fight, you even use your child to lie. How can your heart be so vicious!” After saying this, Kevin spat at my feet. Having lived through this once before, I naturally knew how urgent my daughter’s situation was. Seeing that he was determined not to save people, I pushed him aside and ran straight to the dispatch room.

William’s Blue Ocean Rescue Team is the city’s most advanced rescue organization, receiving various emergency rescue missions every day. But even with such tight equipment, there was always a fully fueled helicopter parked in the hangar. That was prepared by William for his first love, Lucy. In my previous life, when my daughter encountered danger during the summer camp, I called William, who was a rescue elite. He said he was about to go on an urgent mission, but after my tearful begging, he finally personally led a team to search the sea. And successfully found the wrecked ship. But on his way back with our daughter by helicopter, the fire in Lucy’s apartment got out of control. After calling him multiple times without answer, Lucy jumped from the 27th floor to her death. After Lucy’s death, William locked himself in the hangar and wouldn’t come out. It wasn’t until a month later that he returned home, scruffy and unshaven. He said he had figured things out and wanted to focus on family, spending more time with me and our child. Then he took a long vacation, cleaning the house, doing laundry and cooking every day, helping my father water plants and walk the dog, tutoring our daughter with her homework. At the time, I naively thought he had finally decided to return to family life. But who knew that during our picnic, he would drug our drinks. When I woke up again, we were already in the cemetery. I was tied up, with my father and daughter beside me. William forced us to kneel and apologize to Lucy’s tombstone. After that, he poured gasoline on my daughter and father and set them on fire. The screams and cries were deafening. My father used his hunched body to try to protect my daughter until the very end. I watched helplessly as my lovely daughter and kind father turned into two pieces of charcoal. “You go down there and be a slave to Lucy to atone for your sins!” With that, I was also engulfed by the raging flames. But I still didn’t understand what I had done wrong. Lucy had depression and was arranged by William to live in the city’s most scenic apartment after returning to the country. That day when the fire suddenly broke out, the property management urgently evacuated everyone in the building. But no matter how much they knocked, she never responded, saying she would wait for William to save her. She clearly had a chance to escape but chose to die. Why did William blame me for her death? But no matter how I tried to explain, William remained indifferent. Before lighting the fire, William glared at me with bloodshot eyes: “How could such a sturdy ship just break down? You must have conspired with the crew to create this accident, just to divert me away so you could kill Lucy!” “Lucy and I are just friends now. I only want to take care of her because she’s sick. Why won’t you leave her alone? Don’t forget, Lucy became depressed because of you!” I wanted to explain that none of this had anything to do with me, but he didn’t give me the chance. “Now you can experience the pain Lucy suffered before she died!” With that, he lit the gasoline on my body. I was roasted by temperatures of several hundred degrees for five minutes before I died. That pain and despair, I still remember even now. At this moment, thinking of my daughter’s comfort, I no longer cared about dignity. I rushed into the duty room and fell to my knees in front of the dispatcher, kowtowing repeatedly. “Please save my daughter. She’s stranded at sea. We can still receive the walkie-talkie signal here, so she can’t be too far!” “Or can you help me contact Captain Chris? He has 30 years of experience and is the most skilled. Only he can save my child now!” Seeing me kowtow until my forehead was bloody, the dispatcher was moved to sympathy. “Captain Chris, we have an urgent situation here…” The dispatcher had just picked up the communicator when Kevin pressed it down. “Don’t be fooled by this woman’s acting, Alex. Let me tell you, this woman is no ordinary person. She’s quite something.” “Back then, William was about to marry his first love, but because of her anonymous tip-off call, Lucy’s family was ruined and she had to leave the country.” “William almost lost his job after being disciplined. She pretended to help smooth things over, forcing William to marry her.” Kevin’s slander and rumors indeed had an effect. The dispatcher put down the communicator and looked at me apologetically. “I’m sorry, but there are regulations in the team. I don’t have the authority to dispatch personnel.” After hearing this, my heart sank like it had fallen into an ice cellar. I thought that if I didn’t beg William, he would be able to go find Lucy smoothly, and the tragedy of the previous life wouldn’t repeat itself. But I never expected him to be so ruthless. Though not present, he could easily instigate his colleagues to obstruct me from saving our child. Just as I was anxiously pacing like ants on a hot pan, my walkie-talkie sounded again. “Mom, water, so much water is gushing in. The ship is sinking!”

Hearing my daughter’s cry for help, mixed with the sound of rushing water and screams, I quickly picked up the walkie-talkie. At this moment, I absolutely couldn’t panic. I had to stay calm. So I put on a composed face and pressed the talk button. “Lily, don’t cry now, stay calm. Look under the seats, there should be an orange bag with a life jacket inside.” There was a rustling sound of searching, then my daughter’s excited voice came through the walkie-talkie. “Mom, I found it.” I took a deep breath and continued. “Now put it on, then go find the crew member to take you to a safe place.” As I was guiding my daughter on how to survive, my father knelt directly in front of the dispatcher and begged: “Please, are you really going to stand by and watch them die?” The onlookers looked at each other, and the dispatcher clearly wanted to contact his colleagues again, but was stopped by Kevin. “It’s fine, just keep watching them act!” My daughter’s voice sounded through the walkie-talkie again. “Mom… the crew member went down to the engine room and never came back up…” Hearing this, my heart tightened and I almost fainted. But I quickly regained my composure, my brain working at high speed, and I responded in an encouraging tone. “Lily, you’re a brave big girl now. Put on the life jacket, then lead the other children to the highest point of the ship.” After about two minutes, my daughter’s voice reporting safety came through. “Mom, I’ve safely reached the crow’s nest with the other kids.” Hearing this, tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, but I still maintained emotional stability as I answered my daughter. “You did very well. Now quietly wait for rescue.” After a while, my daughter’s childish voice came through again. “I comforted the other kids saying my dad is the best lifeguard. They all stopped crying when they heard that.” “But Lily still hasn’t seen Dad appear. Mom… is he not coming?” My daughter’s innocent voice echoed at the dispatch room door. Everyone around fell silent after hearing it, many lowering their heads and wiping away tears. A woman spoke up, “How does this not seem like an act?” Others chimed in, “Yeah, children don’t lie. Hurry up and save them!” Seeing so many people urging action, Kevin remained unmoved, looking at me with contempt. “Hmph, this is obviously rehearsed beforehand. Rachel, you’re wasting your talents not being a director!” “But too bad, William has already left to save Lucy. Your carefully prepared sob story was all for nothing!” Just then, a roar came from outside as the helicopter took off. With that, the last hope in my heart was extinguished. I rushed at Kevin, scratching his face and screaming hoarsely. “Kevin, you bastard, give me back my daughter! You can insult me and my father all you want!” “But Lily is only eight years old. What did she do wrong? Why are you working with William to push her to her death, you murderers!” Seeing me cry uncontrollably, the people around also became indignant. Just as they were about to beat Kevin, he quickly took out his phone. “William, Rachel is causing a huge scene. Come back quickly!” But William’s irritated voice came through the phone. “I’m going to save your sister-in-law now and don’t have time. No matter what, you must stop that crazy woman for me!” Hearing these two pronouns, my heart completely died. The “sister-in-law” referred to Lucy, while the “crazy woman” clearly meant me. At this moment, I couldn’t hold back anymore. I grabbed the phone and shouted at the other end, “William, are you even human? Lily needs you now, but you’re ignoring her danger!” “I have nothing to say if you have a grudge against me. I’ve endured you wanting to get back with Lucy. But don’t forget, Lily is your own flesh and blood!” William’s voice on the other end was indifferent. “It doesn’t matter. No one is more important than Lucy right now. As for Lily? Heh…” His next words completely chilled my heart. “I’ll just consider her a bastard child I had with a dog!” Then the line went dead. Kevin snatched back the phone with a schadenfreude expression. “Did you hear that? Your little act is over. Now get out immediately and stop interfering with our work!” Just then, Captain Chris suddenly rushed down the stairs in full rescue gear with several team members. I immediately went up to him, “Captain Chris, Lily is stranded at sea now. Please have mercy and save my daughter!” After hearing this, Captain Chris frowned and said, “Don’t worry, I understand the situation.” Kevin also immediately came forward to play the victim. “Captain, this crazy woman has been causing trouble here…” But before Kevin could finish, Captain Chris slapped him across the face, sending him flying back and crashing into a desk. Then Captain Chris ordered the team members beside him: “Notify the dock to prepare speedboats. Everyone put on gear and head to the incident area immediately!” He then coldly looked at the dumbfounded Kevin and roared. “I don’t have a disciple like you, you piece of shit. If anything happens to the children, I’ll skin you alive when I get back!”

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My younger sister, who is in college, got pregnant out of wedlock. When asked about the father’s identity, she refused to disclose it, insisting on having the child as a testament to their love. I felt sorry for her because she was so young and pregnant, so I brought her home and took good care of her. Only on the day she was about to give birth did she tearfully admit in front of everyone that the child was hers and my husband’s. After a huge uproar, it turned out my whole family saw me as nothing but a free nanny. “Say it again, whose child is this?” Even in the hospital gown, my sister’s pretty face couldn’t be concealed. She stubbornly held her head high, lovingly stroking her large pregnant belly. Her voice choked with tears as she urged me to accept the child, saying that the child shouldn’t be born without a father. As her sister, I should consider her situation. If word got out that the child had no father, how many people would gossip about us and the child? You can’t be so heartless. I stood there silently, listening to all her accusations, as if I were the one who did such shameful things. I swallowed my bitterness and stood frozen, unsure of how to respond, so I looked to my parents standing by the bed for help. I hoped they would stand up for me. But to my surprise, even after my sister did something so vile, my parents’ first reaction was to ask me, as the older sister, to be more forgiving and not to argue with her. They said, “There’s no obstacle that can’t be overcome. Forgive your sister’s youthful ignorance.” They also said, “Your parents are getting old. Your sister needs someone by her side. Take good care of her during her confinement period, and don’t let her suffer any health issues.” The favoritism in their words pierced my heart like a thousand tiny needles. Because of the saying that the older should yield to the younger, my sister always managed to take everything from me effortlessly since we were kids. Our family was poor when we were young. We ate cabbage stew with tofu every day, only affording a roasted chicken once a month. But when it came to dividing the chicken, all I got was the dry head and the smelly tail. According to them, “Your sister is still growing, so the legs and wings are hers. Your parents do physical labor every day, so they get the meatiest parts for strength.” Even when my sister couldn’t finish her food, my mom never thought to share a bit with me. She would meticulously strip the meat off the bones, shred it, and mix it with rice for my sister to eat the next day. Even now, any good food is always for my sister first. They showered her with love and were always strict with me. When my sister fell behind in her studies, my parents paid for expensive tutors. When I fell behind, I got scolded and whipped, so much that I couldn’t sleep at night. Mom said girls should dress up from a young age, so she bought my sister countless dresses to wear every day, while I got my relatives’ kids’ old clothes. During my teenage years, I wanted to look nice and begged a friend to do my makeup, only to be called a “tramp” by my parents. I even suspected at one point that my mom had taken the wrong baby home from the hospital. It wasn’t until adulthood that I learned my mom gave birth to me in a wheat field, not even making it to the hospital. It seemed I was destined to be lesser the moment I was born. But they never admitted to being unfair. Whenever I questioned why they loved my sister more, they would beat and scold me, telling me to stop causing trouble. “We raised you, and you think we’re wrong? How did we end up with an ungrateful child like you?” “When will you grow up and stop competing with your sister for attention?” My sister took my parents’ love, everything that should have been mine, and now she wants to take my place too. But this time, I refuse to endure it. Who set the rule that the older must yield to the younger?

As I thought about this, a fierce determination emerged in my eyes. My sister noticed I hadn’t comforted her or responded, so she glanced at me from the corner of her eye to gauge my reaction. After all, whenever we disagreed, I was always the one to lower myself, appease her, and agree to all her unreasonable demands. She assumed I hadn’t heard clearly, so she raised her voice and repeated, “Sister, you’re not still clinging to those outdated ideas, are you? Only those who aren’t loved are the third wheel! You should be the one to leave!” “You’re not worthy of my Finn!” Honestly, I wanted to see what nonsense was in her head. I didn’t expect “disgraceful” to slip out of my mouth. I lunged forward, grabbing my sister’s shiny black hair and pulling with all my strength. No one could pry me off her. My sister probably didn’t expect my sudden outburst and didn’t defend herself at all. She was caught off guard, letting me unleash all the suffering I’d endured. I sat up, tears in my eyes, and loudly questioned her, “Since we were kids, tell me what I’ve done to wrong you. You got the best food, the best toys.” “Do you know how scared I was when I got a call from your school at 3:30 a.m. telling me you were pregnant?” “I took the earliest flight to pick you up, didn’t sleep a wink, and was terrified you’d be upset. I handled all the paperwork for your leave of absence, climbing several flights of stairs for you.” “Afraid you’d be tired, during your time at my home, I didn’t let you lift a finger. You just lay in bed, ate, and enjoyed my care.” “I dare say I’ve done more for you than your own parents. How could you do this to me!” Only then did a hint of panic show on my sister’s delicate face as she realized I was serious. She cursed at the crowd watching the scene, yelling, “What are you all staring at? Get this crazy woman off me! What are you waiting for? She’s insane!” Everyone told me it wasn’t worth it, but they were too scared to come near me. It wasn’t until a familiar figure entered my view that I gradually eased my grip, giving my sister a chance to escape. I tidied my wild hair, trying to maintain a shred of dignity, forcing a stiff smile, “Mom, why are you here, I…” But before I finished, my mother-in-law’s slap landed squarely on my face. The force was so strong that I had to brace myself after taking the hit. I held my swollen face, looking in disbelief at my sister seeking refuge behind my mother-in-law. My voice trembled, “Mom, you knew all along?” My mother-in-law beamed, affectionately adjusting my sister’s hair dampened by sweat, softly asking if she was scared by me. Then she cleared her throat, put her hands on her hips, and looked down at me, “If you can’t keep your man, that’s your own fault. He just made the mistake all men make. If you won’t have a child, plenty of others will.” “You’ve been married to Finn Nolan for three years and haven’t delivered. Who can you blame?” “I’m telling you, a hen that doesn’t lay eggs can’t hog my Finn Nolan’s nest!” “This is outrageous. What woman is as cold-hearted as you? You can’t stand to see our Nolan family prosper! Are you hoping our Nolan family ends with Finn Nolan?” My mother-in-law didn’t bother to hide her disdain for me. Her angry words were accompanied by spittle, but I didn’t even bother to wipe it off. I’ve been married to Finn Nolan for three years, and my mother-in-law has been giving me trouble for three years. I always knew she looked down on me. I didn’t have a degree or beauty. Not just her, everyone said I married up with Finn Nolan. So I treaded carefully in this family, afraid to step out of line and offend my mother-in-law. But even so, my inability to give Finn Nolan a child was a thorn in her side, and she found excuses to pick fights. No matter what grievances I suffered at my in-laws, I swallowed them silently, afraid my husband would be caught between me and his mom. But now, I didn’t know what I was even doing all this for. I must be truly pathetic, because even now, her dismissive words made me tremble with fear.

“Stop filming, what are you looking at!” “Are you okay, honey?” My husband, Finn Nolan, pushed through the crowd blocking the door, closing the hospital room door heavily. He must have rushed here straight from work, barely catching his breath, eager to stand up for me. My sister blushed and leaned towards Finn Nolan. But to her surprise, he showed no sympathy, pushing her to the floor. With Finn Nolan here, I finally felt like I had someone to rely on. I leaned against his shoulder, exhausted. He held me, silently comforting my turbulent emotions. But the tender moment didn’t last long. My mother-in-law and sister’s cries rose from below. Finn must have rushed over immediately after work. He barely had time to catch his breath before stepping in to support me. When Cora saw Finn Nolan arrive, she shyly nestled into Asher’s arms. However, to her surprise, Asher showed no sympathy and pushed her to the ground. Seeing Finn Nolan gave me a sense of reassurance. I leaned my exhausted body against the shoulder I had longed for. Asher embraced me, silently calming my restless emotions. But the imagined warmth didn’t last long. Hazel and Cora’s cries rang out from below. Hazel was also on the ground, crying and accusing Asher: “Now that you have a wife, you’ve forgotten your mother! You won’t even let me have a say in this small matter!” “I raised you as a woman; was that easy? I suffered ten times more than any man, and look at this, it’s all for nothing! A son is raised for someone else!” Not content with just crying, Hazel got up and rushed towards the hospital’s load-bearing wall. She mumbled, “Oh dear, I’m coming down to join you. We’ll meet again below, but I regret not seeing my eldest grandson before I go.” However, the hospital wasn’t a place for such dramatics. The commotion was too loud, and security came to separate Hazel. I looked at Asher with gratitude, thinking, “With a husband who protects and loves me like this, I have no regrets in this life.” I felt confident I could overcome anyone who coveted my marriage. But in this situation, it was only me who was truly involved. After hearing Hazel’s words, Asher’s eyes welled with tears. He fiercely shook off our tightly held hands, his face contorted as he told me not to make things difficult for him. His mother raised him, and it wasn’t easy. She just wanted a grandson to enjoy her old age; she wasn’t wrong! I stared at the man I’d known for four years and loved for eight. His face overlapped with the memory of the shy boy who asked if I’d marry him and promised to love me forever. I realized I never truly understood him, or maybe I never saw through him. But the years of emotional foundation left a shred of hope in my heart. With a voice that couldn’t hide my disappointment, I asked him, “What about me? What did I do wrong?” “Please, tell me, okay? I’ll change.” I’ve always been strong in front of Asher. This was the first time I showed my vulnerability. He hesitated for a moment, but when he heard that Cora’s water broke, he turned and left without hesitation. If I could excuse his earlier actions as being forced by filial piety, anyone could see now that he had feelings for this child. Outside the delivery room, everyone was anxiously awaiting the new life, but I tore the prepared gift in a corner where no one noticed, hoping no one would discover this secret. “Congratulations! Eight pounds and six ounces, a healthy boy.” “Lucky! He’s the first boy today.” Everyone rushed to hold the baby, marveling at him. Cora, exhausted, was pulled out, but no one cared. She raised her hand but slowly put it down again. The nearly nine-pound baby was naturally delivered by petite Cora because Hazel said natural birth made smarter babies. Cora endured it to please her. Now, she’s utterly exhausted. After being transferred to the general ward, Cora couldn’t get out of bed. Beatrix and Hazel agreed to take turns caring for her. But within days, their strong alliance showed cracks. Beatrix was annoyed that Cora only knew how to order her around. Hazel thought Cora was too demanding, insisting on separate basins for washing different things. But who has that many? The basins all serve the same purpose. She’s just picky, only good-looking but can’t manage a household, a wasteful person! Soon, everyone found excuses not to come. Cora, who was always proud, felt helpless with postpartum bleeding, at their mercy. Finn Nolan didn’t come to see her. She could only watch the affectionate couple next to her and silently cry. Postpartum emotions are volatile, and the baby’s nightly cries didn’t help. Cora’s once beautiful face was gone, and her hair, once a source of pride, fell out in clumps each night. Seeing this scene, I found it laughable. This was the happy life Cora chose over me. But perhaps Beatrix realized leaving Cora alone in the hospital wasn’t right. She called me, ordering, “Your sister is hospitalized, go stay with her, quickly! Don’t make me angry! I’m telling you only once!” Silence, a long silence. The person on the other end grew impatient: “Are you deaf? Your mom is talking to you. Don’t you know to answer? Who taught you to be so rude?” “You’re all making me worry, did I raise enemies? I’m your mom, you have to listen to me whether you like it or not!” I am committed to ensuring that the content remains true to its original meaning while adapting it to be more naturally expressed in English for easier understanding. During this process, we will maintain the original formatting, including line breaks and paragraph breaks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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