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For the tenth time, my boyfriend Kevin abandoned me at the altar after receiving a phone call from his childhood friend. I was left standing alone on stage, completely humiliated. Swallowing my pride, I tried calling Kevin, begging him to come back and finish the ceremony. But he wouldn’t even answer my calls! His childhood friend Zoe smugly sent me a photo of the two of them lying in bed together, taunting me: “I win!” My heart turned to ice. Ten weddings planned, and ten times postponed. The officiant looked at me sympathetically. “Do you still want to continue with the ceremony?” I forced a smile. “Yes! We must finish it!” I sent a message to Jack, the boy next door, and breathed a sigh of relief when he agreed to come. I told the officiant to wait just a little longer. This was my tenth attempt at getting married. It couldn’t be ruined again. Jack arrived quickly, his confident aura immediately drawing attention. He strode directly to center stage, standing beside my lonely figure with a mischievous smile. “Well, Miss Lily, have you made up your mind?” I nodded. It was just a marriage of convenience to appease our families. Anyone would do at this point. Besides… Grandpa’s condition couldn’t wait any longer. His health had started rapidly deteriorating six months ago. Whenever I visited him, he would always talk about wanting to see me married before he died. As the person I was closest to growing up, Grandpa’s only wish was to see me find someone worthy to spend my life with. That way, after he passed, I would have someone to rely on and wouldn’t be taken advantage of. Watching Grandpa grow thinner by the day, I couldn’t bear to let him leave with regrets. So I became determined to get married. My boyfriend Kevin had promised we would get married. But after ten wedding attempts, he failed to show up every single time. Leaving me to become the laughingstock of the entire city over and over again. And his excuse for missing every wedding was always because of his childhood friend Zoe. Zoe never seemed to have any problems, except on my wedding days. She would either claim to be having a depressive episode and threaten suicide, or say she was too scared to be alone after watching a horror movie. The most ridiculous time was when she suddenly decided she wanted to take wedding photos while out shopping, and called Kevin to be her stand-in groom. I wasn’t allowed to express any dissatisfaction about these absurd reasons. If I dared to send a message asking about it, I would be met with a barrage of angry words from Kevin. “Lily, can’t you be more understanding?! Zoe is like a sister to me. She needs me right now. We can have the wedding any day, why are you being so petty?” But after ten times of being abandoned and betrayed, my patience had finally run out. This time, I wouldn’t stand around waiting anymore. After truly letting go, I found the pain in my chest had eased. Perhaps I had become numb to it all. Or maybe Grandpa’s words had given me strength. “Our Lily is such a wonderful girl. After I’m gone, Grandpa hopes you can find someone who loves you and won’t let you be mistreated.” Grandpa’s aged face flashed in my mind, immediately giving me renewed determination. I couldn’t let down those who truly loved me. So I took Jack’s hand, and together we walked down the aisle. I was determined to face this wedding with my best self, so that Grandpa could watch the video later with peace of mind. As we exchanged rings, my phone buzzed with a message from Kevin. He was still completely oblivious to his wrongdoings, using the same careless tone as always: [Lily, don’t make a fuss. Zoe has a stomachache today, I really can’t get away. We can have the wedding any day, I’ll make it up to you later.] Seeing those words again, my heart couldn’t help but ache sharply. I gripped my phone tightly. Jack noticed and raised an eyebrow. “Do you still want to put on the ring?” I looked up, my gaze resolute: “Yes!” After completing all the ceremony procedures, I was utterly exhausted. Before leaving, Jack stared at me intently. “Lily, I’ll give you two days to change your mind. In two days we’ll go get the marriage license. I hope you’ve thought it through.” Those words gave me a graceful out, but I had already made up my mind to end things with Kevin. “Don’t worry, I won’t regret this!” After Jack left, I received a message from Kevin. [Lily, you have 10 minutes to buy painkillers and bring them over. Don’t make me angry.] Below was an address for a well-known lovers’ hotel in the city. A moment later, my phone buzzed again. It was a photo of two people lying in bed together. The sender was Zoe. And my boyfriend was one of the people in the picture. [I win again!] More than the pain of being betrayed and abandoned, what I felt most was disgust. On my wedding day, my groom was in a hotel with another woman. I unconsciously clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms, drawing blood.

In the end, I still went to the hotel. This relationship was completely over as far as I was concerned. I didn’t want to have any more entanglements with Kevin after this. So I wanted to break up with him face to face, and get back the key to my house. After all, the place he was living in now was an apartment I had bought outright! When I arrived at the hotel, Kevin saw that my hands were empty. He immediately flew into a rage. “Lily, what’s wrong with you? Where are the painkillers I told you to buy?” Zoe sat in the corner of the bed, looking pitiful as she said: “Kevin, don’t be angry. Big sis Lily was probably too tired after preparing for the wedding all day. She must have forgotten.” She knew full well that the groom had been called away from the wedding, yet she still spoke so casually about it. Being mocked to my face like this, even though my heart was already in tatters, I still couldn’t help but feel a stabbing pain. My fingers slowly clenched into fists, almost drawing blood from my palms again. When disappointment reaches a certain level, I didn’t even have any tears left. The cramped, intimate atmosphere of the lovers’ hotel room was suffocating. Kevin and I had been together since college. It started with his crazy, passionate pursuit that gradually made me fall for him. After we got together, he remembered every holiday better than I did, always surprising me with gifts. Even when I would occasionally throw little tantrums, he would take all the blame on himself and patiently coax me. My girlfriends often envied me for finding such a good boyfriend. I thought the same, which is why I wanted to get married right after graduation. But everything changed the day Kevin’s childhood friend Zoe returned from abroad. From that day on, Kevin’s heart completely turned towards an outsider. Between me and Zoe, I was always the one left behind. Kevin affectionately ruffled Zoe’s hair. “Ah, you’re always so understanding.” Then he walked over to me, frowning to show his displeasure. “Why didn’t you reply to my messages?” My repeated concessions had only made Kevin more and more presumptuous. He had abandoned our wedding and me, yet the first words out of his mouth were accusations. I tried to calm myself, keeping my tone cold. “I forgot.” Kevin was stunned, seemingly shocked by my tone. I coldly raised my eyes to look at Kevin. “Kevin, you stood me up again today.” Hearing this, a flash of guilt crossed his eyes, but he angrily defended himself. “It’s not like I did it on purpose. Zoe wasn’t feeling well, I couldn’t just ignore her, could I?” “We can have the wedding another day, can’t we? Lily, stop being so unreasonable, can you be more understanding?” He had clearly done something wrong, yet he was trying to turn it back on me. I no longer had the desire to argue with him, and forced myself to coldly spit out a sentence. “Well, I don’t want to wait for you anymore. Let’s break up!” With that, I turned decisively to leave. “Lily, what the fuck did you just say?!” Kevin shrieked and immediately chased after me. At that moment, Zoe let out an “Oh no!” behind us. Followed by the crisp sound of something shattering. I stopped in confusion and turned to look. The next second, my eyes went wide. On the ground was a jade pendant, smashed to pieces. It was the one Grandpa had gotten for me to keep me safe, by kowtowing step by step to the temple! I stood there completely dumbfounded, with anger about to erupt. When I came to my senses, I forcefully pushed Kevin away and rushed over to carefully pick up the pieces of the jade pendant. “Why is my jade pendant with you?!” I glared at Zoe, demanding an answer. Kevin came over, looking very displeased as he grumbled. “Lily, what are you freaking out about? You’re going to scare Zoe.” I looked at Kevin in disbelief. He clearly knew how important this jade pendant was to me, yet he could still say something like this so casually. In an instant, a feeling of powerlessness crept over my heart. The soft flesh of my palms was rubbed raw, bloody and mangled. Sure enough, when it came to Zoe, I would always be the one to back down. But this time it involved Grandpa. I didn’t want to hold back anymore. I raised my hand and slapped Kevin hard across the face. “If you’re blind, go to the hospital and get treated!” “She stole the jade pendant Grandpa gave me without my permission, and then broke it. What right do you have to forgive her on my behalf?” The room fell silent for a moment. In the past, no matter how angry I got, I had never raised a hand to him. Now it was Kevin’s turn to be dumbfounded. “You dare to slap me? Lily, you actually dare to hit me now?!” He lunged at me and grabbed my neck, squeezing so hard I could barely breathe. He glared at me, his eyes full of viciousness and hatred, as if looking at a mortal enemy. I couldn’t help but wonder, when did the person who once looked at me with nothing but love change like this? I remember back when we weren’t even together yet, I had posted a photo on social media of a tiny 2mm cut from a small knife. Kevin waited outside my dorm at 4am just to bring me a first aid kit. The young man’s eyes were bright and clear, filled with concern. It was at that moment that I was moved by his sincerity and agreed to date him. But just half a year later, he could viciously berate me for the sake of another woman. It was only now that I understood… True feelings can change in an instant.

Once you fall completely out of love, No matter how much you argue, it all feels pointless. The pain in my neck reminded me just how foolish all my efforts over the years had been. I could only give a self-mocking smile. Zoe peeked out from behind Kevin at that moment. I unexpectedly met her eyes, full of mockery. It felt like my heart was being stabbed with needles, hurting even more. The next second, her eyes turned red as she spoke to me in a slightly resentful tone: “Big sis Lily, don’t be angry. I just found the jade pendant and was planning to return it to you when I had the chance.” She rubbed Kevin’s head. “Kevin, don’t blame big sis Lily anymore.” Kevin finally calmed down and reluctantly let go of me. “Zoe is always so sensible.” “Lily, why can’t you learn from her?!” The near-suffocation left my whole body trembling. Zoe pretended to come over and support me. “Big sis Lily, can you forgive me?” Her tone was slightly pleading, but I clearly saw the provocation and mockery in her eyes. As if arrogantly saying: “Yes, I stole it and broke it. What can you do about it?” I felt a chill run down my spine and disgustedly avoided her touch. But Zoe took the opportunity to let out a shrill scream and fall backwards. “Ah—” She clutched her wrist, looking at me in terror. “Big sis Lily, I just wanted to apologize to you…” I hadn’t even touched the hem of her clothes, yet I had become the bully. Seeing Zoe fall, Kevin immediately anxiously crouched down to help her up, then turned to angrily berate me. “Lily, didn’t you hear Zoe say she just found the pendant? What’s the point of taking it out on an innocent person like this?” I almost laughed at his words. The jade pendant Grandpa gave me was something I always treasured. I had carefully kept it in the drawer in my bedroom. Found it? Are you telling me Zoe accidentally entered my house, accidentally walked into my bedroom, and then accidentally found the pendant in my most private bedside drawer? I couldn’t be bothered to expose this clumsy lie. I just smirked sarcastically. “Fine then. I’ll report it to the police and let them investigate exactly how Zoe ‘found’ my jade pendant!” “And I’ll press charges against you for assaulting me today!” Zoe panicked and immediately clutched her chest. “Kevin, my heart hurts so much…” Hearing this, Kevin forgot about everything else and rushed to support Zoe to go to the hospital. “Don’t be afraid, Zoe. I won’t let anything happen to you!” As he passed by me, he glared viciously. “Lily, you just wait! If anything happens to Zoe, I won’t let you off the hook!” He deliberately slammed into my shoulder hard. Caught off guard, the impact sent me crashing to the floor. But Kevin didn’t even spare me a glance, just coldly snorted and left.

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I married a billionaire in a coma. On our wedding night, my comatose husband took me again and again. Each time, I nearly lost my resolve. But the next day, I learned that my family had been in a car accident on their way home from the wedding. Twelve out of thirteen family members died, leaving only my mother in the ICU. I begged my billionaire husband to save my mother. He sneered, “This is karma for your family. If you obey me, I might consider sparing your mother’s life.” Six years after our marriage, I became pregnant. Overjoyed, I ran to tell him, but he pushed me down the stairs to protect his adopted sister. He even allowed her to desecrate our child’s ashes. When I stood on the rooftop, ready to jump, He knelt before me, begging me to look at him one last time. … A loud bang echoed as the massive door slammed open. I lifted my tear-stained eyes, clutching the urn containing my child’s ashes. Zack Chapman’s large hand was already around my throat, his temple throbbing with rage as he glared at me with knife-like eyes. “Aria Frost! How could you be so vicious!” “Mia is so pure and kind-hearted. You’re playing with fire, always trying to cause trouble for her!” “Don’t think I won’t do anything to you!” His grip tightened until I nearly passed out before he finally let go. I stumbled back, collapsing to the floor. “Zack, it’s all my fault. I deserve whatever punishment you give me.” He frowned at me. “Aria Frost, are you planning some new trick to hurt Mia?” I shook my head, my voice devoid of emotion. “I’ll kneel before your precious Mia and beg for her forgiveness. No matter how upset she is, it’s all my fault.” The urn tilted, spilling a small amount of ashes. I silently gathered them with trembling hands, tears occasionally falling onto the white powder. Each time I wiped away a tear, it left a sticky mark. Zack approached me, slowly crouching down and gently wiping away a tear that was about to fall. When I looked at him, he abruptly pulled his hand back. Mia wasn’t just his family’s adopted daughter; she was his prized possession. Whatever Mia said, he believed. Whatever I said, he suspected ulterior motives. I had long understood that in his heart, I was nothing but a sinner through and through. If Mia caught a cold, he’d say my negative energy was affecting her. If Mia was unhappy, he’d interrogate me about what I’d done. Three days ago, Mia had faked a miscarriage, claiming I’d pushed her down the stairs. After returning from the hospital, Zack actually made Mia stand on the same stairs to push me down. I tried to protect my eight-month pregnant belly, desperately attempting to escape, but Zack grabbed me by the collar like a helpless chicken. No matter how much I begged, it was useless. At the hospital, even though the baby still had a faint heartbeat when delivered, the doctor declared him dead after accepting a red envelope from Mia. The tiny spark of hope I had kindled for life was thoroughly extinguished. Zack watched me lovingly caress the urn in my arms, a fleeting look of sympathy crossing his face. Just as I set the urn back in its place, Zack suddenly picked me up. “What are you doing?!” He carried me into the bedroom, tossing me onto the bed before starting to tug at my clothes. As he leaned down towards me, I saw the hickey on his neck. I shrank back. “My body hasn’t fully recovered yet. Maybe next time.” Zack first doubted he had heard correctly, then looked at me with a cold smirk, his tone full of mockery. “You think you have any value to me beyond your body?” I stared at him blankly as he forced himself on me, tearing my clothes despite my resistance. Tears streamed down my face, but his actions didn’t pause for a moment. Zack and I were childhood sweethearts. From playing games in kindergarten where I often played his bride, I grew up listening to his constant declarations of love. Even though he became comatose, I never gave up on marrying him, always hoping he would wake up one day. But what I waited for was greater pain and an even longer wait. My mother lay unconscious in the hospital, with no idea when she might wake. I was so tired. Perhaps it was time to leave this heartbreaking place behind.

The next morning, I found that Zack hadn’t left as usual. “You’re awake?” Zack held a steaming bowl of Chinese medicine, preparing to feed me. “Aria, stop thinking about the child. His existence was just an accident.” “You never had the right to raise a Chapman heir anyway.” Zack wasn’t wrong. I knew I had no right. Our families had always been rivals, with competition growing fiercer as we grew up. Everyone used underhanded tactics to grab market share. Later, my father hired gangsters to kidnap Zack’s mother as leverage. Who knew that his pregnant mother would be raped and die along with her unborn child. Zack snuck in and witnessed this horrific scene. While fleeing, he was hit by a car and fell into a coma. The Chapman family rose again but kept a low profile, suppressing news of their heir’s recovery until they had devoured the Frost family, leaving nothing behind. Only I remained, along with my comatose mother in the hospital. Eight months ago, Zack had a nightmare. Dead drunk, he burst into my room in the middle of the night. “You know, during the time I was in a coma, I kept dreaming. I saw my mother over and over, covered in blood, struggling on the ground, calling out to me.” “She told me to run, but no matter how much I ran, I could never escape that place.” “In my dreams, I was crushed to pieces over and over again, overwhelmed by fear and despair.” “I thought I had been locked in the depths of hell, punished for eternity. But when I woke up, my mother was gone forever.” “Today I finally dreamed of her again. She waved goodbye to me, saying farewell for the last time.” “Aria Frost, you grew up pampered and privileged. Your family feasted on Chapman flesh and drank Chapman blood. Tell me, shouldn’t I hate you?” “But what can I do? I can’t shake this bad habit of loving you…” For over a decade, we had believed we were destined for each other, longing for the day we could be together. But our wedding became the Frost family’s funeral. We had such a long life ahead, yet every step we took was drenched in blood. We carried sins that could never be atoned for. After forcing me to take contraceptives, Zack would always try to make amends. Sometimes with my favorite childhood snacks, other times by taking me to places we used to visit. I indulged in these small moments of happiness, knowing full well they were poisonous, yet addicted and unable to break free. I couldn’t tell if I loved him more or hated him more. Whenever love began to grow, hatred would tear at my heart. Later, Mia followed suit. She got Zack drunk and climbed into his bed, claiming – truthfully or not – to be pregnant. Just as I was lost in thought, I heard her voice. “Brother, I feel so dizzy! Come quick and check on me!” Mia kept knocking on the door. Zack set down the medicine and hurried out. As Mia dragged Zack away, she shot me a challenging look. It was time to go. I started packing a few clothes, ready to leave this city. I wanted to search for renowned doctors across the country, seeking a chance to cure my mother. As I was almost finished packing, I went to the small room where we kept the urn. But I saw Mia holding it, pouring the ashes onto drawing paper in a messy scatter.

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Finn’s beloved Adeline has returned from studying abroad. Her return immediately put her on the same level as me, who has been working tirelessly to climb the company ladder for the past five years. But I’ve reached my limit; I comply with Finn’s wishes and act as the compliant puppet he desires. Everyone in the company knows I’m just a stand-in for Finn’s beloved Adeline. The foundation I’ve built with years of hard work has become their playground. With a simple nod from Adeline, I pack up my things and hand over the office I’ve occupied for two years. If she so much as frowns, Finn will do anything for her, even if it means stepping over me. Finn doesn’t understand why I’ve stopped crying and fighting, or why I no longer call him heartless. With Adeline perched on his lap, she giggles “Finn, you really know how to keep things in order; even the sister knows her place.” I smile faintly; they’ve forgotten that Finn has already signed the divorce agreement. I will leave this company and never see them again. 0

“Tonight, you meet with Mr. Johnson. Adeline and I have other plans,” Finn said, tossing the prepared meeting notes back to me as he left the meeting room with Adeline. This left me with a half-finished presentation on the screen and unfinished words. The room was so quiet I could hear the click of the lock. “Oh, poor Lydia has to work overtime again tonight.” “We really aren’t familiar with the project; it’s best if Lydia handles it.” “Finn trusts you, that’s why he gave you this task.” Adeline’s team members packed their things and offered me empty words of comfort as they passed. I knew they were just flaunting their favor with Finn in front of me. Finn’s favoritism towards Adeline is obvious to everyone, even though I am his legal wife. For a whole month, I’ve been putting in extra hours on the project with Mr. Johnson. When I handed it to Finn, he barely glanced at the proposal before telling me to pass it to Adeline’s team. I argued for my team’s hard work and had a huge fight with Finn in the office. Everyone outside could hear my hysteria, but no one spoke up for me, even though we’ve shared hardships for five years. That was the last time I argued with him. It wasn’t for me or because of Adeline, but for my team’s dedication. In the end, I paid out of my own pocket to take the team out for dinner to soothe their frustration, then stayed late to reorganize the project details for Adeline. She tugged Finn’s sleeve and pouted, “Taking over the sister’s project, she won’t get mad, will she? Besides, I don’t even know this project yet.” So, Finn waved his hand and told me to organize a meeting to hand over the project details. Standing in front of the two of them, the air was tense. They seemed to be waiting for me to get angry or break down. But I calmly gathered my documents and agreed coolly. Today’s scene repeated itself; Finn seemed determined to use humiliating me as his way to win over Adeline. It seemed the crueler he was to me, the more sincere his feelings for his first love, Adeline, appeared. I should have realized sooner that I could never replace Adeline, even though I am his wife. Finn and Adeline’s story is clichéd, like a Prince and his Cinderella. Adeline is an only child from a regular family, not poor but not a match for Finn’s high-status parents. Finn was set on Adeline, declaring he’d marry no one else, and fought with his family over it. His parents resorted to the oldest drama trick—a half a million dollars to leave their son. Actually, they arranged for her to study at her dream school abroad, covering all expenses. Adeline agreed, somehow convincing Finn to accept it too. While Adeline was abroad, Finn’s parents approached me. They promised that if I agreed to marry Finn, they would revive my family’s fortunes. It was a windfall for me. Finn and I knew each other from childhood, attending the same schools since elementary. My feelings for him grew wildly during my teenage years; I secretly loved him for seven years. I asked why me, and they said I looked like Adeline, and they knew me better since they’d watched me grow up. “Besides, we can revive your family, or crush it like an ant if we wish,” Finn’s mother said with a smile that had the sharpness of a sugar-coated blade. Despite knowing the dangers, I accepted it naively, dreaming that love would grow over time, like kids playing house. Until one day, I accidentally saw his chat history with Adeline on his smartphone during a meeting and confronted him. Finn turned it on me, telling me to know my place, and brought Adeline into the company, raising her to my level. He wanted revenge, so he publicly favored Adeline, leaving me embarrassed. He took Adeline to social events, and even at company dinners, held her hand and doted on her publicly. I got angry, but he didn’t care, turning it into my one-sided cold war. If I apologized, he would lecture me in front of everyone, calling me a stand-in who couldn’t compare to a hair on Adeline’s head. Luckily, I woke up from this five-year dream long ago. This unhappy marriage should have ended sooner. 0

It was late at night when I finished discussing the project with Mr. Johnson. He’s notoriously difficult—hard to crack, hard to get a signature, hard to please. Even though my proposal covered all his needs, he dragged it out until he finally signed. In the freezing winter night, not even taxi drivers wanted to pick me up. Finally, shivering with cold, I got into a taxi and came back to life with the warm air from the heater. I numbly scrolled through my smartphone, and my Facebook Feed was flooded with Adeline’s posts. In the pictures, she and Finn were holding hands, sweetly nestled in a Ferris wheel cabin. She smiled brightly at the camera, while Finn’s eyes were tenderly fixed on her face, a faint smile on his lips. When the amusement park opened, I had asked Finn to go with me. At that time, Adeline hadn’t returned, and Finn and I were getting along. But he said it was childish and crowded, and asked me if I wasn’t embarrassed to go. So, I pouted but said nothing, unable to imagine him in a cartoon headband on a Ferris wheel. It wasn’t his style. I thought so and shelved the plan, passing the park countless times but never entering. Now, I realize childishness and crowds were never the issue. It was about who you went with. Like Finn’s gaze in the photo, I’d never seen that look from him. The comments were full of colleagues fawning: “Oh my, so sweet, I’m dying!” “Why call her Ms. Adeline? She’s Mrs. Finn~” “Adeline returns, and Finn dotes on her deeply.” Adeline chimed in, sharing how she had begged Finn to wear matching headbands: “Isn’t it cute, our Finn~” The comments buzzed with speculation, but Finn and Adeline only said they were just out relaxing. A new employee, clueless, asked when they could drink at their wedding. Finn replied with a question mark, and Adeline sent a “shush” emoji. I didn’t react like before, getting angry at their relationship and calling Finn. Instead, I messaged him about successfully closing the project with Mr. Johnson and that I’d leave the documents in his office for signing tomorrow. The bumpy road made me turn off my smartphone, lean against the car door, and close my eyes in exhaustion. Back home, I saw a message from Adeline using Finn’s account: “Lydia, it’s Adeline. Thanks so much for handling the project with Mr. Johnson. Finn didn’t want me to be too tired right after arriving, so he wouldn’t let me do anything! I owe you a meal to thank you~” Finn’s smartphone was off-limits to everyone, even if I accidentally picked it up. He would accuse me of disrespect and invasion of privacy. Yet, Adeline could freely use it, see our chats, and expose everything to her. I couldn’t help but chuckle. “Lydia, it’s Adeline. Thank you so much for your hard work on the project with Mr. Johnson. Finn doesn’t want me to be worn out right after I arrive, so he hasn’t let me do anything! I’ll treat you to a meal someday as a reward~” Finn never lets anyone touch or look at his smartphone. Even when I picked it up from the coffee table by mistake, thinking it was mine, he got upset, saying I was invading his privacy. Yet, he lets Adeline use it freely to reply to messages, exposing all our chats to her without any privacy concerns. I couldn’t help but chuckle. Is this what they call the power of “Adeline”? The importance placed on someone in one’s heart dictates how they are treated. However, I felt unusually calm and even gave her a like on her Facebook Feed. What once seemed like the end of the world now feels trivial. I’ve wasted too much time on them. From now on, I’ll live for myself. I pulled up the data I compiled recently and called my dad: “Yes, I’ll handle those companies abroad. We’re divorced now.” 0

Finn didn’t come home all night, and I didn’t leave the entryway light on for him or wait up in the living room like before. He might still be out enjoying himself while his parents are probably worrying about the company deficit. Finn’s company was initially started to impress his parents. His father and mother saw it as a chance for him to gain experience, so they secretly helped a lot, investing much money. Otherwise, the company wouldn’t have taken off so quickly. Did Finn, who used to skip class to hang out with friends, and I, who only had a bunch of theoretical knowledge from university professors, really think we could run a company? Finn thought he was some business prodigy, always getting new project collaborations whenever there were signs of losses. But it was all his parents and I handling things behind the scenes. While I was learning how to run a company day and night, the Aiden family’s money wasn’t just filling the void for their playboy son. I used the company as a transit hub to support our own industry. The way Finn’s mother looked down on me back then still feels like a splinter lodged in my skin. It doesn’t hurt anymore, but it always bothers me when I think of it. Now, our industry, with my help, has risen from decline to become a leading enterprise. Finn doesn’t know or care about any of this. Since he reconnected with Adeline, every time I share my success excitedly, he can’t take his eyes off his smartphone. In front of him, even when I dress according to his preferences, I feel like I’m acting foolish. But it doesn’t matter anymore. These years have just been me working here. I’ve spent five years in this company, understanding every level and experiencing every process firsthand. This experience will be my capital to build my own world. Suddenly, Finn called: “There’s a company annual party tonight, remember to come and wear the dress I sent over.” I agreed calmly, not saying much. He seemed surprised I didn’t ask about the dress design this time, realizing it was Adeline’s favorite style and causing a scene. In the past, it always ended with us fighting, me tearfully wearing the dress to make peace, and seeing a hint of admiration in his eyes. But nothing would change. I politely said, “I understand. Is there anything else?” “You…” He started but couldn’t finish, ending the call with a busy signal. The divorce agreement has taken effect, and now we’re just boss and employee. The procedures to go abroad are almost complete. By this time tomorrow, I’ll be at my own company, sitting at the main seat, holding the first shareholders meeting. I’ll still attend tonight’s annual party, as a farewell to my youth. But when I walked in wearing the dress Finn sent, I saw Adeline clinging to his arm, wearing the exact same dress. 0

I paused at the entrance of the banquet hall, standing opposite them across the crowd. People were starting to notice, whispering around me. “Wow, how awkward. The replacement and the original.” “A replica can never be as good as the original. One’s by his side; the other’s entering alone.” “Such a rich family’s drama, and I’m seeing it live.” I was considering leaving to save face, but Adeline spotted me through the crowd. “What a coincidence, dear Lydia! You like this design too? Finn said it was custom-made for me. I thought there was only one.” Up close, I noticed differences. Her dress had gemstones on the skirt hem, sparkling like a starry river under the banquet hall lights. Finn looked flustered, avoiding my eyes. Was he embarrassed for making a scene or surprised the dress matched his Adeline’s exactly? Whatever the reason, it wasn’t my concern anymore. I raised my wine glass with a graceful smile: “What a coincidence. Mr. Finn likes it, but I think it’s just okay.” Before I could take a sip, Adeline suddenly stumbled, spilling all her red wine on my skirt. The wine glass shattered, cutting my skin. My white skirt bloomed with dark red stains, whether from wine or blood, I couldn’t tell. The culprit collapsed tearfully into Finn’s arms: “I’m sorry, sister. I must have stepped on something and twisted my ankle. I’m really sorry. Do you have another dress?” I lifted my skirt to avoid the wet fabric sticking to my legs. I have a cleanliness habit, and the dress clinging to me was uncomfortable. I said coldly: “Adeline, is this necessary? “I hadn’t even seen this dress before wearing it. “No one’s competing with you for anything.” Perhaps my rare cold attitude caught her off guard. She paused, a barely noticeable smug smile on her lips: “Today’s the company’s annual party. Calm down, don’t make a scene. It’s about the company reputation. After the party, you can hit or scold me all you want! I’m just clumsy. Sister, why don’t you hit me?” She closed her eyes, grabbing my hand to slap herself with. She held on so tight I couldn’t break free. Before my hand could reach her face, Finn’s hand grabbed my wrist. “Lydia, enough! Don’t be so harsh. Adeline didn’t do it on purpose. Learn to consider the bigger picture like Adeline. Think about the company. She’s apologized; let’s end it here. I’ll send ten more dresses to your house tomorrow for you to choose from!” I laughed in frustration, pulling my hand free with all my strength, slashing my skirt with a wine glass shard. Rip— The dirty fabric tore off cleanly, transforming the cumbersome long skirt into a brand-new short one. “Hopefully, you two can think more about the company.” I tossed the dirty fabric at their faces and turned to leave. “Enough, stop being stubborn. I know what you’re up to. Don’t worry, with my parents backing you, your position is secure for now. They want me to bring you home tomorrow. Ask for whatever compensation you want.” He rambled on, oblivious to Adeline’s increasingly displeased expression. “But we’re already divorced.” Every tear on my skirt was my creation. On me, it’s the original. Under the torn dress, my leg bled from the glass cuts. It hurt, but I stood tall. I’ll never bow to Finn again. “Finn, whether as legal spouses or work colleagues, we have no connection anymore. “You should call me boss now.” 0 Adeline’s eyes sparkled at the words, and she gripped Finn’s arm more tightly, though she quickly masked her excitement: “Please, don’t be upset with Finn…”

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Sixth wedding anniversary. My husband, Liam, promised me a big surprise. That night, he brought home his foster sister, Ava. “Ava is unexpectedly pregnant with my child.” “You can’t have children. This child will be adopted under your name, so we can have a child.” Ava strutted into the house confidently. “After all, the Johnson Family was originally my home! You’re the outsider!” Liam quickly tried to console me. “Ava is my sister, she’s spoiled. Don’t mind her.” But he seemed to forget, I once saved her life. If I wanted, I could take it back at any time. … When Liam brought Ava home, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson were right behind him. I thought they were coming to celebrate our sixth wedding anniversary, so I welcomed them with a smile until Liam spoke coldly. “Ava is pregnant with my child, and I’ve decided to keep it.” The smile on my face froze instantly. I stared at Liam in shock, unable to believe what I was hearing. Liam gently helped Ava to the sofa and turned to me. “Nora, you can’t have children. This child will be adopted under your name.” What shocked me wasn’t that he let his foster sister get pregnant but that he knew why I couldn’t have children, yet still chose to bring Ava home. Before I could respond, Ava sat on the sofa as if claiming her territory. “Bro, I helped you pick out this villa when you turned eighteen, right?” “I even said I wanted to move in with you. You said it was your wedding house. But hey, now I’m living here anyway.” Mr. Johnson took the central seat, looking at Ava with affection. “Ava, your brother’s house is your house. You could always come and go as you please.” Mrs. Johnson chimed in, “Exactly! We’re family! We can’t become distant just because Nora came in!” I remained silent. Mrs. Johnson’s words implied I was ruining their family harmony. Liam saw my silence and pulled me aside to comfort me softly. “Honey, I’ve talked to Ava. She’ll move out once the baby is born.” “Can you get along during this time? For my sake.” Before I could refuse, Ava started pretending. “Oh! My stomach hurts! Bro, where did you go?!” Liam immediately let go of me and rushed to Ava. “What’s wrong, Ava? Where does it hurt? Let me massage it for you.” Not only Liam, but even Mr. and Mrs. Johnson were fussing over her, massaging her legs and back. Ava looked at me with eyes full of provocation. “The baby is kicking me. It only stops when you touch my belly, Bro.” Liam looked at her indulgently and said, “You’re talking nonsense! The baby is too small to kick. I think you just want me to touch you!” Mr. and Mrs. Johnson looked at them happily and joked. “A bit of fuss is good! Must be a boy!” “Ava, work hard to give the Johnson Family a son. We can’t let someone end our lineage!” They glanced at me as if I couldn’t understand the sarcasm. Ava laughed heartily. “I think a daughter is great too. I’ll have a daughter this time and a son next. The son will have a sister to care for him!” The couple was amused, clapping happily. “Sis-in-law, I’m a bit thirsty. Can you pour me a glass of milk?” “It’s not me who wants to drink, it’s the baby.” Ava looked at me smugly, as if she hadn’t humiliated me enough. I stood still, coldly staring at Liam, surprised he allowed Ava’s behavior. “Honey, could you please get Ava a glass of milk?” I didn’t move or speak, just stared at Liam, showing my dissatisfaction. We stood like this until Liam finally gave in, sighed, and stood up. “I’ll get Ava the milk.” He turned and headed to the kitchen. Ava began her mocking again. “Sis-in-law is really the spoiled princess, can’t even pour a glass of water.” “Seems like my brother does all the housework.” I watched her coldly, not bothering to refute. Knowing there were servants, she still spoke such nonsense. Not wanting to see their fake family harmony anymore, I decided to take a bath to calm down. But the scene I saw after coming out of the bath, made it impossible to stay calm. Ava was lying openly on my and Liam’s bed!

I was so shocked I forgot to dry my hair, glaring at Ava with anger. “What are you doing in my bed?” Ava turned over, propping her chin with her hand, smiling at me. “My brother said I could choose any room. I chose this one. Is there a problem?” “If there is, tell my brother, don’t give me attitude.” Clenching my fists, ready to explode, Liam came in and pulled me to the guest room. “Honey, Ava is pregnant, don’t be angry with her.” I sneered, looking at him with hatred. “Is getting your foster sister pregnant something to brag about?” “Liam, how do you have the face to see me?” Liam hugged me tightly, filled with regret. “I’m sorry, honey.” “Three months ago, at the family gathering, you didn’t go because of work. I got drunk.” “The next morning, Ava was beside me. I was too drunk and thought she was you…” “Today, Ava told me she’s three months pregnant. I had no choice but to bring her here.” I pushed Liam away, finding his excuses ridiculous! “You got drunk? Then what about Ava? Was she drunk too?” “You mistook her for me. Who did she mistake you for?” “And why tell us on our anniversary? Isn’t it on purpose?!” Liam’s face looked awkward, not knowing how to respond. Seeing my dripping hair, he quickly grabbed a towel to dry it, speaking softly. “Honey, let me dry your hair. Don’t catch a cold.” Liam always dried my hair after I washed it. It was a little ritual between us, because he heard as a child that drying your wife’s hair means lifelong love. I softened, excusing Liam in my heart. Maybe he really mistook Ava for me. Once she gives birth, everything will go back to normal. Suddenly, Ava’s voice came from the next room. “Bro! Where did you go?!” Liam’s hand paused, replying from a distance. “I’m drying my wife’s hair. Talk later!” Ava wouldn’t let it go, still calling out. “I want, no, the baby wants you to touch!” “Bro, come quickly, or I’ll get mad!” Liam immediately put down my hair, hurriedly throwing a sentence before leaving. “I’ll go check on her.” And just like that, Liam didn’t return all night. And all night, I sat in the chair, waiting for Liam. I didn’t know when my hair dried. I didn’t know when my heart gave up.

The next morning, Ava left the master bedroom door slightly open. Passing by, I glimpsed her sitting on the bed having breakfast, with Liam feeding her. Seeing me, she spoke in a mocking tone. “Awake, sis-in-law? You sleep well. Do you always sleep till noon?” “I’m so jealous. You have such a good life, unlike me, woken up by the baby early.” She even patted her flat belly. Liam quickly tried to mediate, shoving a spoonful of porridge into Ava’s mouth. “Just eat your breakfast. Why so much talking?” “Hurry up. I have to go to the office. No time to feed you.” Ava pretended to get upset, bantering with Liam. “Brother favors sis-in-law! You were so patient feeding me earlier!” “Why act serious when she wakes up!” I had no energy to keep up with their act, finding it absurd. Liam had a serious cleanliness obsession. I couldn’t even bring coffee to drink in the bedroom, “Food isn’t allowed upstairs!” I had to eat my vitamins downstairs before coming up. Yet Ava was having breakfast in bed. Downstairs, Mr. and Mrs. Johnson glanced at me and started. “Finally up? In two hours, it’s lunchtime. Why not sleep till then?” Mrs. Johnson pretended to defend me mockingly. “She has your son spoiling her! He even dries her hair!” “Getting up late is fine. Not making your son carry her down is already good!” I didn’t let Liam carry me down, but someone else did. On the stairs, Liam was carrying Ava, step by step. “Sis-in-law, I’m pregnant with swollen feet. Bro carried me down. You don’t mind, right?” In the living room, the Johnsons barely glanced at me before launching into their comments. “Oh, you’re up now? Lunch is in two hours. Why not just wait until then to wake up?” Mrs. Johnson tried to defend me, but her tone was dripping with sarcasm. “Oh, she’s got your son wrapped around her finger! He even dries her hair for her!” “So what if she’s up late? At least she didn’t ask your son to carry her downstairs!” I hadn’t asked Liam to carry me; that was someone else’s doing. On the stairs, Liam was carrying Ava carefully in his arms, descending step by step. “Sister-in-law, I’m pregnant and my feet are swollen. I hope you don’t mind my brother carrying me down?” “Brother says I’m much heavier than you! It’s because you have such a good figure. I’ve gained seven or eight pounds with this baby!” Once he set her down on the sofa, Liam came over and kissed me on the cheek. “Honey, I’ve reserved a private room at the Sky Restaurant tonight to make up for missing our anniversary last night.” “I’m off to the office now. See you tonight.” With that, Liam hurried out the door. Not wanting to remain in this tense atmosphere, I went upstairs to the master bedroom to grab a change of clothes, intending to head out. As I turned around, Ava followed me inside and closed the door. “Sister-in-law, do you dislike me?” “After all… I’ve taken so much of my brother’s attention away from you.” I dismissed her words as childish provocation and didn’t want to engage. “No, as long as you’re happy.” Ava wasn’t ready to let it go. She walked over to the safe, watching me. “Sister-in-law, is that really true?” “As long as I’m happy, it’s okay?” I wasn’t sure what she was planning, so I just watched her with a cold expression. She opened the safe and took out the wedding ring that Liam and I shared, slipping mine onto her finger. Because the wedding ring was so valuable, Liam and I only wore it on special occasions, opting for simple matching rings the rest of the time. “Sister-in-law, do you know how I figured out the safe’s combination?” “Oh, let me just tell you, the code is my birthday. Surprised?” She admired the diamond ring on her finger repeatedly, taunting me. “Do you think if I ask my brother for this ring, he’d give it to me?” I didn’t expect to be provoked into anger. This ring held a special meaning for me. Back when I was saved from the brink of death, Liam took out this ring and said to me, “Nora, I’ll be responsible for you for the rest of my life.” “Marry me, and I won’t let you be in danger again.” Seeing the ring on Ava’s hand, I lost my senses and wanted to take it back. Before I could act, Ava suddenly fell to the ground on her own. “Oh no! Sister-in-law! Why did you push me? My stomach hurts!” “I’m sorry! I’ll move out right away! Please don’t hate me!” The Johnsons heard the commotion and burst in, seeing Ava on the floor and me standing to the side. They immediately assumed a fierce fight had occurred. Mr. Johnson quickly helped Ava up while Mrs. Johnson pointed at me and shouted. “You vile woman! You can’t stand seeing Ava pregnant, so you pushed her down!” “If I knew you were this vicious, I wouldn’t have let my son marry you!” Suddenly, Mr. Johnson shouted. Looking towards the sound, I saw blood all over Ava’s lower body! Outside the hospital room, Liam rushed over. Ava lay on the hospital bed, breathing steadily. The doctor hurried over to us with a report, asking, “Who is Ava’s family?” Liam was the first to respond, nervously asking the doctor. “I-I’m the father. Is there something wrong with the baby?” The doctor adjusted his glasses and said seriously. “The baby is currently fine, but the patient’s body has defects. If it continues, it might affect the child’s development.” Ava had a genetic defect since childhood, something we all knew. At twelve, she suddenly had an episode, fainting and convulsing at school. It was only after being sent to the hospital that her immunodeficiency and genetic defects were discovered. Presumably, her biological parents abandoned her at the orphanage after seeing she carried so many underlying conditions. She was adopted by the Johnson Family at eight. At twelve, when she was on the brink of death, she needed a healthy and matching bone marrow to survive. No one in the Johnson Family was a match, so Liam found me, begging on his knees for me to get tested, to save his sister. I went to the hospital with a try-it-and-see attitude, but surprisingly, I was a match! Back then, I was only sixteen and needed my parents’ consent to donate bone marrow. “Little girl, are you sure? Donating bone marrow isn’t as easy as you think.” “The most obvious is your health will decline, and it will take a decade to slowly recover, with countless other side effects.” “You’re not related to the patient. As a doctor, I want to save her, but I must tell you the risks.” Despite my family’s objections, I saw Liam’s pleading face and gritted my teeth to donate bone marrow to Ava. Already frail, I fell into a coma after the donation, and only after resuscitation was I pulled back from death’s door. Then Liam, at my bedside, took out that ring and made his promise. But I was left with a lifelong consequence of being unable to conceive. I didn’t expect that ten years later, Ava would relapse. Liam’s eyes suddenly lit up after hearing the doctor, gripping my hand tightly, saying to the doctor. “She can donate bone marrow! She’s a match for Ava!” I tried to pull my hand back, refusing Liam’s request. Unexpectedly, he turned and looked me in the eyes with anger, saying, “You did this to Ava! You owe it to her, even if it costs your life!” I ultimately didn’t resist and obediently followed the doctor into the operating room. After basic checks, the doctor found my health was also poor, and went out to tell Liam. “Mr. Johnson, are you sure? Miss James’s health is already bad. If we extract a large amount of bone marrow, I can’t guarantee her survival.” “Maybe we can check the national bone marrow registry for other matching volunteers?” Liam, almost hysterical, grabbed the doctor and shouted, “Now! Immediately! Perform the bone marrow transplant!” “If Ava gets hurt, I’ll hold the hospital responsible!” The doctor sighed and went into the room, piercing needles into my veins. I instantly felt dizzy, as if my soul was being drained, and my whole body began to convulse. The doctor stopped immediately, “Miss James, are you alright? Can you still handle it?” I gritted my teeth and nodded, urging the doctor to hurry so I could finally leave him behind. After it was over, I lay paralyzed on the hospital bed, unable to move, feeling numb all over. I even felt like I was floating, this near-death feeling was something I’d experienced ten years ago. Suddenly, a familiar figure rushed in, picking me up. “Nora James, you promised me you’d take care of yourself. You broke your word.” As he carried me out of the hospital, I heard Liam’s angry shouts echoing from the building. “Where’s Nora James!” “Even if you have to level the hospital, find her for me!” 5 When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a strange but cozy room. Sitting beside me was an old friend I hadn’t seen in six years—Jasper. He was holding a bowl of ginger and brown sugar tea, gently blowing on it to cool it down.

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I hid my true identity from my boyfriend, driven by a desire to rebel against my family. But then I overheard him say, “Ever since I found out she comes from such a poor background, I can’t shake the feeling that there’s something about her. To marry, it should be someone like Adeline, a wealthy heiress.” I was taken aback. “So do rich guys smell better and feel softer too?” Just then, my phone pinged with a message from Jasper, the ‘Capital Prince’: “Hello, sister. Grandpa asked me to fulfill our marriage contract.” I had missed out on a truly wealthy family, and my ex was left in tears. I returned from freshening up in the bathroom to find a new topic buzzing in the private room. “Ever since I learned Fiona has a humble background, she always seems a bit off to me.” It was Declan’s voice. I hesitated, my hand pausing mid-air on the door. “Have you ever been to a really poor area? Girls from places like that always seem to carry something with them.” Instinctively, I sniffed myself. It was the fresh scent of jasmine. I couldn’t comprehend his mindset. Was he looking down on me because of my background? “No way,” another male voice chimed in, “She always dresses pretty nicely.” “Ha,” the man scoffed, “She buys everything from cheap sites, reeks of low quality.” “These bargain girls are just for fun. For marriage, it’s someone like Adeline, a true gentle and charming rich girl.” Adeline is a freshman this year. On her first day, she arrived in a limited-edition sports car, a perfect match for Declan. She was there today too, wearing a designer mini-skirt and carrying an expensive bag. When I opened the door, Adeline had somehow already taken my original seat, her smooth thigh pressed closely against Declan’s pants. Seeing me return, Declan subtly distanced himself from Adeline and called me over to sit next to him. “Fiona, come here. I lost a game, and now you have to drink this for me?” Declan’s stomach has always been fragile. Every time this happened, he would cutely ask me to drink for him. But he doesn’t know, every time I drink, I feel awful, unable to sleep the whole night. Just moments ago, Declan drank Adeline’s wine for her, saying girls tend to have cold constitutions and drinking too much was unhealthy. So in his mind, I don’t even register as a girl. Everyone else was using small, delicate glasses. But mysteriously, in front of me was a large mug of draft beer. Over a dozen eyes in the room were on me, teasingly watching how I would “make a sacrifice for love.” Declan put on an innocent, pitiful look, staring at me expectantly. In the past, I would have definitely drunk it for him out of pity. But now— I boldly lifted the mug, smiling as I responded, “Good thing it’s a big mug. If it were one of those small ones, I’d be worried it wouldn’t be enough!” With that, I poured the entire mug over Declan’s head, soaking him to the bone.

“Fiona, are you out of your mind?” Declan snapped. I shrugged. “Yeah, I’m from a poor background, that’s just how we girls from humble origins are.” Declan seemed to realize something and quickly explained. “Fiona, it’s not what you think.” I gestured with my chin at his legs. Declan then noticed Adeline’s stockings caught in his zipper, already torn. I can’t imagine what intimate things they did when I wasn’t there. “So only those who wear Chanel and carry Hermès deserve all your love?” I shook my head regretfully. Declan massaged his temples. “It was just a joke, do you have to take it so seriously, Fiona?” “Can you say you wouldn’t choose someone wealthier?” “Isn’t that just human nature?” I blinked, “Is that so?” Adeline chimed in, “Of course, if you compare the two of us, it’s obvious who anyone would choose, right?” She interlocked fingers with Declan, the shiny diamonds on her manicured nails dazzling my eyes. I was stunned for a moment, then looked thoughtfully at my phone. It was a new friend request from Jasper, with a straightforward note: “Hello, sister. Grandpa asked me to fulfill our marriage contract.” Jasper, known as the Capital Prince, is also a freshman this year, recognized as one of the wealthiest students on campus. But he’s usually low-key, always saying he has a marriage contract and doesn’t interact much with girls. So I only heard about him. But why did he suddenly add me? Could it be the person with a marriage contract with him is actually… Hesitating, my phone kept vibrating. Jasper: “Why is sister silent, still with the ex-boyfriend?” “I have plenty of money, sister, won’t you consider?” “Sister, give me a chance?” The usually cold Jasper called me sister repeatedly, completely unlike his cool image. My face turned red, inexplicably imagining him calling me that in a more intimate setting. Looking up again, I had made up my mind. “Let’s break up then.” “I choose the rich one too.” Declan laughed first, and others followed suit. Everyone knows the Declan family is connected to the Aiden family, and it’s hard to find someone richer than Declan in the whole school. “Don’t be ridiculous, Fiona. Richer people won’t look at you.” “Come back and sit, I’ll pretend you didn’t say anything.” Looking at the dark water stain on the leather sofa next to him, I suddenly felt disgusted. “No, thanks.” I took a step back, Declan’s words about “gentle and soft” echoing in my mind. If that’s the case, rich guys should be even more fragrant and tender, right? Before I knew it, I had already sent a reply to Jasper. “Can you come pick me up, charming little prince?”

They were right; initially, I chose to be with Declan for the money. But they don’t know, I’m not actually poor, but the only daughter of the Foster family. My dad worked his way up from humble beginnings, always saying: “Kids these days have it too good, don’t even know the price of rice.” “How can I trust you with the Foster Corporation in the future?” So after I got into college, my family cut off my access to unlimited funds and only gave me $1000 a month for living expenses. In college, I would buy two starch sausages for a dollar, cancel subscriptions right after getting a discount, wait for special deals at fast food places, and look for coupons before entering a restaurant. I never had much luck with winning anything. Except once. It was a rainy day, and I was trying my luck at the lottery booth by the school gate. A long hand blocked my view. The owner of the hand wore a black shirt, sleeves rolled up, revealing a strong forearm. He flipped through a stack of lottery tickets, picked one from the back, and handed it to me. “Try this one.” Skeptically, I scratched it off and won $500. Before I could claim the prize, the man opened his umbrella and walked into the rain. Watching his back, I thought he was quite lucky. My mom says, being with a lucky man makes life smoother. I regretted not getting his contact, he could’ve helped me pick more winning tickets. Who would’ve thought, at the freshman mixer later, a boy named Declan confessed to me. Seeing his somewhat familiar face, I agreed without thinking. Fate brought us together again, but it ended in such an embarrassing way.

The car was warm, and the comfortable environment made me completely relax. Jasper didn’t greet me with the warmth I imagined. He reverted to his usual demeanor, high and aloof. Was he shy, or… angry? Well, as strangers with no prior interaction, asking him to pick me up was indeed abrupt. “Sorry, the place they chose for the gathering is a bit remote. If it’s inconvenient, you can drop me off in the city ahead.” The car smoothly pulled over, without hesitation. As expected, I was troubling someone again. Reaching for the door, I couldn’t open it. Turning back, I found the man who was far away now close. For the first time, I looked closely at his features, noticing how he resembled Declan a bit. But his skin was paler, and he looked more refined. Unlike Declan, who always had his hair perfectly styled, Jasper’s bangs casually fell over his forehead, adding a youthful vibe. “Is sister seeing someone irrelevant through me?” The little prince gritted his teeth. His thin lips opened and closed, looking very kissable. I couldn’t resist reaching out, brushing my finger across them. “So soft.” I didn’t notice his face darkened even more. “Sister, don’t confuse me with my cousin from the Declan family. I’m different.” “In our relationship, I hope we can trust each other.” He suddenly blushed, stubbornly adding: “If sister doesn’t trust me, you can inspect in advance. I’m willing to cooperate…” My mom was right. I’m still young, haven’t experienced the best. Otherwise, why would I be so mesmerized by his stunning looks? What did he just say, he’s willing to cooperate? I also want to… have a taste. Lost in thought, I leaned up to kiss him. His eyes turned deep, raven-like lashes trembling with restraint. In a moment, he fiercely claimed me, like a flood breaking its dam. No one noticed my phone buzzing in the gap, over and over.

After Fiona left, Declan felt uneasy. So late, in the suburbs, how would she get back? Oh well, let her learn a lesson. Their upper-class circle is like this, profit above all. She has to learn to adapt. He just said what? He’s willing to cooperate? I really want to try it. Lost in thought, I tilted my head and kissed him. My brother’s eyes suddenly deepened, his long lashes trembling with restraint. After a moment, he passionately captured my lips like a flood breaking through a dam. No one noticed my phone ringing repeatedly from its hidden spot. 5 After Fiona left, Declan felt uneasy. It was so late, and she was in the suburbs. How would a girl like her get home? Oh well, perhaps it’s a lesson she needs to learn. That’s how it is in the upper circles, where interests come first. She has to learn to adapt. Deep down, he admitted he liked Fiona. At the freshman orientation party, she wore a cream-colored cotton dress, looking as beautiful as a fairy. Countless guys were eager to dance with her. But her gaze drifted through the crowd and gently landed on him. In that moment, the world quieted down to just breaths and heartbeats. But from the moment Adeline appeared, everything seemed to change. Adeline always wore exquisite brand-name outfits and carried the scent of high-end perfume. Unlike Fiona, who carried a canvas bag from Amazon and occasionally asked him to help “cut a deal.” Until his mother told him that the family had chosen Adeline as his future wife. He felt this was the right choice. Only a girl like Adeline seemed suitable for him. But tonight, with Adeline sitting astride him, it felt wrong. Closing his eyes, all he could see was Fiona’s stubborn eyes. He couldn’t help but call her. No answer. Forget it, let her cool off for a few days. After all, she loves money so much. In a few days, he’s sure she’ll come back.

Back at the dorm, I found my phone flooded with calls from Declan. I thought I had made the breakup clear. Reflecting on recent events, I replied: “Your cousin is not only more handsome but also richer than you. When he calls me ‘sister,’ I feel like giving him my whole life.” Almost instantly, the phone rang. “Fiona, which cousin? Who are you giving your life to?” I hung up, blocked the number, all in one go. Exhaling deeply, I realized there was still a shadow outside the window. Jasper? I played the voice message he just sent. His slightly hoarse voice scratched at my heart like rough sandpaper. “Sister, come out.” He somehow got a cup of honey water. The warm, smooth liquid carried the warmth of his chest. “You drank tonight. Have some honey water; it will make you feel better.” I was surprised. How did he know… Then I remembered the kiss with a hint of alcohol in the car. The air around me heated up again, and my face must have been bright red. The phone rang at just the right moment. It was Declan. Jasper answered it right in front of me. “Jasper, where are you?” Jasper looked at me. Even though we had broken up. Why did it feel like I was caught cheating? I could only bury my face in the cup. Let the steam from the cup shield me. “I’m with my fiancée.” Jasper replied naturally. “Well, congratulations, you finally got what you wanted.” The person on the other end didn’t say much more and hung up directly. Jasper showed that enticing expression again. The corners of his eyes were reddened, like a captivating demon. His fingers intertwined with mine, holding tightly, his eyes pleading: “Can we go public, Fiona?”

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At the gathering, I unexpectedly encountered Rowan, the boyfriend who had disappeared eight years ago. He seized my chin: “Ms. Sage, weren’t you the one who despised young love the most? Have you now realized that your daughter has fallen into disrepute?” I tilted my head and replied, “You’re right. I should go back and placate my benefactor to earn my mom’s medical expenses.” He smirked: “When you forced Iris to jump off a building, did you and your mother ever imagine ending up like this?” “Sage, why aren’t you dead yet?” His question brought back memories of my past suicide attempts. But for the sake of my daughter, I chose to embrace life. To cover the medical expenses, I asked my benefactor for money, but he wanted me to appease Rowan instead. I faced his mockery and cruelty once more. In my despair, I declared: “Even if I’m at the mercy of countless others, I will never let you touch me!” Eventually, when he learned the whole truth, he broke down. “Sage, give me another chance. I’ll take care of you and your mother.”

When I saw Rowan again, I was in the arms of another man, entertaining guests. After eight years, Rowan still had that noble appearance, exuding an air of authority. Beside him was a glamorous socialite. Gideon pulled me onto his lap, his hand wandering around my waist. Rowan’s expression shifted from shock to disdain. I knew he recognized me. After several rounds of drinks, I understood the background of the socialite beside him. Celeste, the prized jewel of the Su family in Z City, and Rowan’s well-matched fiancée. Recalling the absurd past, I couldn’t help but find it laughable. My first love was holding a wealthy lady, while I was flirting with a graying man. “Mr. Nolan, don’t keep her to yourself. Let the guys have some fun too!” Mr. Nolan’s eyes roamed over me, his intentions barely hidden. Gideon, always perceptive, pushed me forward for the sake of future cooperation. I obediently poured wine for Mr. Nolan, who tossed a wad of cash in my face. “In this sweltering summer, let’s cool off!” “Little beauty, ten bills for every piece of clothing you take off, what do you say?” The room erupted in jeers, only Rowan set his glass down heavily. I caught the ridicule in his eyes, took the money, and removed my jacket. Someone swallowed hard, others raised their phones to take pictures. Mr. Nolan deliberately scattered the bills on the floor. I knelt on the carpet, picking them up one by one. Until Rowan’s shoe stepped on the last bill, looking down at me: “Even as a mistress, you’ve developed a superiority complex? Truly cheap to the core!” I looked up with a sweet smile: “Boss, could you please lift your foot?” Rowan hesitated for a few seconds, then moved his foot after Celeste softly persuaded him. I was about to continue my act when a voice suddenly interrupted the scene: “Stop!”

Celeste stood up, linking her arm with mine, suggesting we freshen up. She was Rowan’s esteemed guest, and no one dared to stop us, so I followed her out of the room. Before leaving, she draped a Chanel coat over my shoulders, covering my bare skin. In the restroom, she carefully wiped my hand that had been stepped on by the shoe. “You look about my age, why stoop to such a place?” I observed the rich girl before me, exuding superiority from head to toe. Her custom champagne-colored suit accentuated her perfect figure, the diamonds on her necklace glinting harshly. People like her would never understand the survival rules in the mud. What could I say? That I needed to support a seven-year-old daughter? That I had to pay exorbitant nursing home bills? That all this was thanks to her fiancé? When we returned to the room, the scene had ended. Because Gideon’s wife, Adeline, had arrived. While Gideon settled the bill, She finally dropped her gentle facade, grabbed my hair, and pinned me on the sofa. “Shameless woman! Only fit to be under a man!” “Look at your background, do you belong in such a place?” Her nails left scratches on my face, her curses like poisonous blades. I wanted to tell her I had no father, my mother lay in a hospital bed. No one left to teach me how to be human. But I stayed silent, letting her vent her fury. My calmness enraged her completely, and a crystal ashtray smashed onto my forehead. Warm blood flowed down my cheek, and as Adeline moved to strike again, a slender hand stopped her. “Enough, don’t mess up my place too much.” Rowan’s cold face sent her away. I held my wound, rushed out into the alley, and broke down in tears by a dumpster. I didn’t know how long passed until an engine sounded behind me. A black Maybach stopped at the alley entrance, and Rowan lowered the window. “Get in.” I shook my head: “No need.” He frowned, got out, and dragged me into the backseat without a word. The wound on my forehead hurt terribly. I gave him an address, and he started the car immediately. He didn’t need navigation; he knew the address all too well. In the summer of eight years ago, he set off countless fireworks there, deceiving me into trusting him. The car stopped at an old apartment building. He looked toward my home with a sneer: “How’s Ms. Sage doing lately?” My hand paused on the door handle, silent. He grabbed my chin, his voice icy and cruel: “Weren’t you the one who hated young love? Do you know your daughter has fallen into disgrace?” “Oh, she’s no longer a teacher, is she using the money you earn selling yourself to pay for treatment?” He bit into my collarbone, and I struggled in pain, but he held me down. “Does Ms. Sage know how many men her precious daughter has been with? Lost count of the marks, right?” When he mentioned Ms. Sage, his voice dripped with sarcasm. If he knew my mother had been in a coma for eight years because of him, would he laugh even harder? I wiped the place he bit, and he sneered: “I’m a big client of your benefactor, shouldn’t you use your skills to serve me?” I forced a professional smile: “You’re right, I should go back and appease my benefactor.” He released my hand: “Sage, you’re just a plaything for everyone now, why not warm my bed?” “I’m younger and richer than him, or do you prefer old men?” His gaze roamed over me, his words full of humiliation. I couldn’t be bothered to respond, pushed the car door, and left. His voice came from behind: “How much did Gideon give you?” “Two thousand a month.” “That little? You’re really cheap.” I heard him take a deep breath, but never looked back.

When my mother fell into a coma, Nora was only three months old, and I had already missed the best time for surgery. During that time, I was busy selling assets and caring for my mother. So busy that I temporarily forgot I was pregnant. Until my stomach grew, and I had to face the reality. Hearing the heartbeat for the first time gave me the courage to live. During my late pregnancy, I often dreamed of Rowan, endlessly questioning him why he did this to me. When Nora was born, I no longer fixated on why. I just wanted to see him, even a phone call would do. But he vanished, leaving no trace. At twenty, I met Gideon, fifteen years my senior. He offered me a job, saying it would solve my financial troubles. He said he and Adeline had lost all feelings, only maintaining a facade of marriage. When living became a luxury, who had the right to talk about dignity? So I accepted his terms, becoming his mistress without guilt. I never feared retribution because my retribution began the day I met Rowan. He approached me only to take revenge on my mother. Because his first love, Iris, committed suicide by jumping off a building in her senior year. Iris was a student my mother taught, a girl infamous for young love. This story spread because of my mother’s report. Iris wrote love letters in class, and my mother made her read them aloud. The classroom filled with jeers, and Iris knelt, begging for mercy. But my mother insisted on making the letter public, and the recipient was Rowan. My mother despised young love, believing students should focus on studies. She kept Iris in the office, reprimanding her all night. “Are you worthy of your parents’ efforts? Ruining your future for a boy!” Then, ignoring Iris’s pleas, she notified her father. The drunk man stormed into the office, swinging a chair at Iris. Several teachers held him back, but his curses were relentless. “Whore! Just like your slut mother, always seducing men!” “If you want men so much, go sell yourself like your mom!” From that day, Iris became a laughingstock at school. The once top student became a pariah. She started getting into fights, or rather, being beaten. It wasn’t fighting, it was blatant bullying. My mother thought she was acting out and became harsher. Because of repeated reports, Iris lost all scholarships. That day, she went to see my mother, probably got another lecture. Not long after, she jumped from the rooftop. From that day, Rowan entered my life. He used every trick to win me over, and I didn’t know it was a carefully planned revenge. Until the day college entrance exam results came out, he threw my pregnancy test results at my mother. “Ms. Sage, you hate young love the most, now your daughter has become a plaything for me!” That wasn’t a fight; it was outright bullying. My mother thought I was being purposely rebellious and became stricter with me. After multiple reports, Iris lost all her scholarships. That day, she went to see her mother, likely receiving another lecture. Not long after, she jumped off the rooftop. From that day, Rowan invaded my life. He used every possible way to win my favor, but I didn’t realize it was part of a carefully orchestrated revenge. It wasn’t until the day the college entrance exam results were released that he threw my pregnancy test results in front of my mother. “Ms. Sage, you despise young love the most, and now your daughter has become the disgrace I’ve toyed with!” That sentence shattered my mother’s mental support. I’ll always remember the mix of shock, shame, despair, and guilt on her face. I wanted to confess my mistake, but her tears fell before I could. “Sage, it’s all Mom’s fault. Mom didn’t teach you well, Mom doesn’t blame you…” For eight years, this memory has been a persistent torment, gnawing at me day and night. Rowan suddenly rushed out of the car and grabbed my neck. “Sage, how can you be so indifferent? Iris was a human life!” “Does your mother still think she’s so great now?” “Does she know that Iris jumped off the rooftop because of her?” Whether my mother regrets it, I can no longer know. At the moment before she lost consciousness, this question became an eternal mystery. “I’m sorry,” I whispered. “This is all our fault.” Iris’s mother who exposed her was wrong. The father who abused his daughter was wrong. The classmates who bullied Iris were wrong. The bystanders who spread rumors were wrong. And I, as my mother’s daughter, was also wrong. But we’ve all paid the price. Rowan viciously pulled my hair: “Sorry? If you’re really sorry, why don’t you just die?” He trembled all over, repeatedly growling: “Why wasn’t it you who died? Go and die now!”

Death? I once attempted it when the astronomical medical bills almost crushed me. On Nora’s second birthday, I mixed sleeping pills into the milk, intending to leave with her. When the thick smoke filled the air, she woke up first. She wobbled over to me, her small hands clumsily pressing against my chest. Her childish cries alerted the neighbors, and they eventually saved us. After that, I dared not think of dying again. Even though I’ve thought about it countless times, I always wake up at the last moment. I can’t die. Nora’s and my mother’s lives are more important than mine. Especially my mother. I’ve already let her die once; I can’t let her endure it a second time. So I choose to live, by any means necessary. A phone ringing interrupted the confrontation. Rowan saw the caller ID, let go of me, and got in the car. Seeing Celeste’s name on the screen, I couldn’t help but sneer. Rowan, Rowan, after all these years of torment, you still ended up leaving Iris behind. Since our reunion that night, he’s been showing up frequently outside my apartment. That Maybach always parked there for half a day. Gideon soon noticed something was off, but he didn’t know our past and just thought Rowan was interested in me. That day, I dressed up alluringly, but he pushed me away coldly. “Sage, you’re not young anymore.” He pinched my chin: “If you’ve lost your value, you should know when to back off.” I forced myself to stay calm, trying to appear more charming. “I have a collaboration proposal. Rowan refuses to see me, but you should be able to persuade him.” Gideon handed me a document, saying if I could get the signature, he’d give me fifty thousand. Fifty thousand would be enough for my mother and Nora to live on for a long time. I took the document to find Rowan, even bluntly stating the deal’s content. “What, one patron isn’t enough for you?” “Why don’t I just give you fifty thousand, spend a night with me? After all, I was your first love.” For eight years, I’ve despised the version of myself that fell for him. At this moment, that disgust reached its peak. “Rowan, you’re revolting!” I threw the document at his face, but it felt like tossing a flimsy piece of paper. “We’ve done it before. If you’re willing, the bedroom’s over there.” His hand rested on my waist: “If not, take your document and leave.” I dug my nails into my palm and said word by word: “Even if I fall to the lowest point, I’ll never let you touch me!” The deal fell through, and I lost Gideon’s protection. He was surprised by my refusal and turned to flatter Rowan instead: “That woman is easy to deal with. She has a mother in a vegetative state and a seven-year-old daughter.” “I heard she’s depressed. Someone like her will soon come begging you.” Rowan froze, his voice trembling: “Who did you say?” “Sage!” I’m sorry, but there is no text provided for translation. Could you please provide the Chinese text you would like me to translate?

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I’m the adopted daughter of the Taylor Family, and I’ve admired Declan Taylor since I was young. One accident changed everything. I lost my sight while saving him and became blind. He cried, promising to love me forever. But on the day I regained my sight, I discovered him having an affair with my best friend in the bedroom. I gave a bitter smile; it was time to leave. 1 In my life, I can’t tell day from night anymore. It’s always dark. A year ago, Declan was kidnapped. I got severely injured trying to save him, which led to my blindness. But I have no regrets. After all, it was him who chose me from the orphanage twenty years ago. Day by day, my love for him has become a part of me. I’ll never forget the day he held me in his arms, crying, and awkwardly responding to my love. “Phoebe, thank you for saving me. If you can’t see, I’ll be your eyes. We’ll be together forever.” Thinking about it still stirs my heart. I just hope my eyes heal soon, so I can see the one I long for. I felt around the bed, carefully got down, and opened the curtains. Warm sunlight poured in, and suddenly I felt a hint of brightness. This excited me immensely. But I didn’t want to disappoint those who love me. I planned to wait until I fully regained my sight to tell him the good news. I was immersed in the joy of recovery, but then I heard an eerie breathing sound. Since losing my sight, my hearing has become sharp. This sound filled me with inexplicable fear. “Declan, is that you?” No one answered. The breathing continued, and I realized it was more than one person. Various scenarios of home invasion flashed in my mind, making me anxious. I groped along the wall, heading out of the bedroom. “Declan, are you in the living room?” After a while, I finally heard a familiar voice from the living room, and I sighed in relief. “Phoebe, it’s me. Cora Green is here too.” I wasn’t sure if it was my imagination, but after he mentioned Cora’s name, there was a faint groan. “Phoebe, I wanted to check on you. I happened to meet Declan downstairs. The elevator was broken, and we climbed sixteen floors. It was exhausting.” She spoke, pretending to be breathless to convince me. Despite my doubts, I couldn’t bring myself to suspect them. But my heart felt heavy, as if shrouded in fog, leaving me lost. If Declan was my most beloved man, then Cora was my best friend. We were college roommates. After graduation, she joined my company, becoming my right-hand. I didn’t dare use dirty thoughts to suspect them. I couldn’t imagine the blow if they both betrayed me. That day, I didn’t ask further. Declan was as attentive as ever, and Cora acted as if nothing happened, raising a toast with me like usual. 2 Until the next morning, when I opened my eyes again, the brightness stung them. The room’s layout was clear before me. I was momentarily stunned, then immense joy surged through me—I could see again. I couldn’t help it. I wanted to tell Declan right away, but through the bedroom door, I saw the living room in disarray! The two were intertwined on the couch, clothes scattered everywhere. “Baby, aren’t you worried she’ll find out about us?” “She’s just a blind person. What can she find out? Besides, doesn’t this make it more exciting?” My heart felt like it was breaking. Tears streamed down endlessly, wishing time could reverse, erasing my hearing entirely! “Declan, do you even care about that blind girl? When you agreed to be with her, it broke my heart.” Cora whispered against Declan’s lips, her words filled with a coquettish tone, but they were a betrayal of my years of trust in her. But Declan’s words hurt me even more. He held the woman in front of him, a disdainful smile on his lips. “Ha, we actually had an engagement. Bringing her from the orphanage was to raise a child bride.” “Still, Phoebe Johnson is just a tool for the Taylor Family. If it wasn’t for the project she’s handling, I wouldn’t bother with her.” “Besides, my parents have agreed. As long as I secure the project, they’ll let me break the engagement.” Pain spread densely from my heart, making me catch my breath. So, this is how he always saw me. Ha, in his eyes, I’m just a tool for the Taylor Family! At this moment, I suddenly remembered the strange breathing sounds from yesterday. My worst fear had come true. I forced myself to suppress the anger within, unwilling to show my most vulnerable side, preserving the last shred of dignity. Then, I picked up the glass on the bedside table and threw it in frustration. The shattering sound was crisp and clear. The intimate sounds from the living room ceased immediately. After a while, Declan, clothes disheveled, walked into the room, cautiously asking, “Phoebe, you’re awake?” I tried to suppress my inner pain, pretending as if nothing had happened, and replied in a low voice, “Yeah, I accidentally knocked over the glass, sorry.” Looking at Declan casually draped in a coat, his expression impatient, but his voice still gentle, “It’s okay, I’ll clean it up. Phoebe, just rest, don’t get hurt.” In the past, such words would warm my heart, making me think my years of effort had finally paid off. But now, I felt cold all over. Seeing his dismissive gaze and the faint hickey on his neck, I realized all my efforts were a joke. I understood all my efforts were one-sided. Even if Declan didn’t love me, I had no complaints. But why promise me only to betray me? I opened my mouth, but my throat felt choked, and I couldn’t reveal that I had regained my sight. The Taylor Family raised me lavishly. Out of gratitude, I couldn’t let things get too ugly with Declan. Besides, my decade-long pursuit of Declan made that love deep-rooted. I needed time to let go. 3 “Declan, let’s visit the old house after breakfast tomorrow. I have something to discuss with Mr. and Mrs. Taylor.” Declan looked wary, repeatedly asking why we needed to go back. But after my reassurances, he agreed. Maybe he was confident, thinking I’d always be around to serve him. The next morning, I mechanically shoveled food into my mouth, trying hard not to let them notice anything off. In front of me, the two interacted intimately, as if this was a routine. They must have had numerous trysts while I was blind. Declan’s face showed a gentleness I’d never seen before. He always seemed distant, like a moon high in the sky. I never imagined he could show such a doting expression. My hand trembled slightly, gripping the spoon. Fooled by Declan’s illusory love for three years, loving him became a habit. From now on, that habit would cease to exist! 4 After breakfast, the three of us returned to the old house. As soon as I stepped inside, the Taylor Parents’ gaze on me was complex, perhaps with pity, but mixed with disdain. Meanwhile, Cora, staying close to Declan, was ingratiating herself with the Taylor Parents. This harmonious scene was quite glaring. I cleared my throat, intending to get straight to the point. “Mr. and Mrs. Taylor, I have something to discuss with you.” “I don’t know if my eyes will ever get better. In this state, I’m unworthy of Declan, so please cancel our engagement.” Initially, they seemed displeased at my interruption, especially Declan. But when they heard I wanted to break the engagement, he froze. Everyone had their own thoughts, their expressions varying. Luckily, they thought I was blind, or they wouldn’t have hidden their expressions so well. “Phoebe Johnson, what are you talking about? Are you out of your mind?” Declan looked surprised, questioning harshly. “Declan, speak properly!” Mr. Taylor scolded, walking over to pat my shoulder. “Phoebe, I know you’re doing this for Declan. But didn’t the doctor say your eyes could recover? Stay positive.” If I hadn’t noticed the disdain in his eyes, I might have believed his words. They raised me, but since I turned eighteen, I’ve been involved in the company, loyal to the Taylors, contributing greatly to their financial gain. Now, the only reason they haven’t discarded me is that the doctor said my eyes could recover. All the dirty and hard work in this house would fall on me once I recovered. Ignoring the ache in my heart, I forced a bitter smile, staring blankly ahead. “Mr. Taylor, I actually went to see the doctor again later. He said my eyes will never recover.” Beside me, Cora’s face lit up with joy, as if she saw her chance to rise, quickly moving to comfort the Taylor Parents. The only reason they haven’t tossed me aside like an expendable piece is because the doctor said my eyes might still heal. Once I’m better, I’ll have to handle all the hard and thankless tasks around here. I ignored the dull ache in my chest, forced a slightly bitter smile, and stared vacantly ahead. “Mr. Taylor, I actually went back to see the doctor. He said my eyes will never recover.” Nearby, Cora Green’s face lit up, as if she thought her moment to shine had finally come. She quickly went over to the Taylor Parents, pretending to offer comfort. “Mr. and Mrs. Taylor, there’s no need to be upset. Phoebe has always been sensible. She made this decision hoping you’d respect her wishes.” “Besides, she personally trained me. Even if she leaves, you’ll still have me.” Cora Green, my supposed best friend, couldn’t contain her eagerness. I had only mentioned ending the engagement, yet she seemed bent on pushing me out of Taylor Corporation altogether. After all, she can only advance if I step aside. “Phoebe Johnson, you think you can just break off our engagement at will? I won’t agree to that.” Declan Taylor sat on the sofa, his gaze lingering on me. But I know him too well. He refuses to break the engagement likely because it’s the first time I’ve taken a stand against him. I took a deep breath and spoke slowly. “Declan, I’m willing to hand my projects over to you. I know I’m not suited for you. In the future, I just want to live quietly as an ordinary person.” Hearing this, the joy on the faces of the Taylor Parents was unmistakable, and my heart grew heavier. These are the Taylor Family Members who raised me. Each of them wants to squeeze every last bit of value out of me. Of course, this is likely because I still bear the Johnson name. They constantly remind me that I’m just an orphan they took in. At this moment, Mr. Taylor sighed dramatically, feigning regret, and said, “Phoebe, since you’re so determined, we won’t force you.” Cora Green’s hand reached for Declan’s leg, and when she glanced at me, there was an unmistakable hint of smugness. She fawned over the Taylor Parents, her sycophantic behavior truly repulsing me. Declan, on the other hand, was unusually silent, though his eyes occasionally drifted toward me, his expression somber. I looked at everything before me with a rare sense of calm and turned to leave the old Taylor family home. To my surprise, Declan actually followed me out. “Phoebe Johnson, I don’t understand what’s gotten into you today. Didn’t you love me? Why are you initiating the breakup?” His face was full of confusion, as if he’d come out just to hear the truth. I forced a smile more painful than tears, my voice low and devoid of emotion. “Declan, your outfit today looks great. The light blue is like the clouds in the sky, just like when you chose me at the orphanage.” With that, I watched Declan’s eyes widen in shock, frozen in place. I turned and disappeared into the night. I’m sorry, it seems there’s no specific text provided for translation. Could you please provide the text you need translated? 6 The night sky was dazzling with stars. Alone, I returned to my apartment, sitting by the window, watching the city lights below. For the first time in three years, I spent a night without Declan Taylor by my side. The room felt hauntingly quiet. The red wine in my hand seemed especially vivid against the night, and I quietly reflected on the past, feeling a heavy heart. My love for Declan, steadfast for over a decade, had me dreaming just yesterday of our future—imagining him in a suit, marrying me. Unfortunately, reality is always harsh.

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Everyone knew that Harrison, the billionaire CEO, had a precious little girl he doted on. This girl, Lily, was spoiled rotten, like the protagonist of a novel, indulged by everyone. Everyone except me. On our wedding day, Lily, wearing a white wedding dress, looked at me with a challenging expression: “Only those who aren’t loved are the other woman.” “So what if you marry Harrison? I’ll still be the woman he cherishes most!” Hearing this, I smirked and turned to Harrison, slapping him hard across the face: “Are you deaf? Your mistress is right here causing trouble, and you’re just standing there?” On the wedding day, Lily stood before me in a white wedding dress, her face full of defiance as she looked at me: “Only those who aren’t loved are the other woman.” “So what if you marry Harrison? I’ll still be the woman he cherishes most.” The wedding hadn’t started yet, but the backstage area was already crowded with people, including many prominent figures from high society. Everyone exchanged glances, but no one dared to intervene. After all, who didn’t know that billionaire CEO Harrison had a precious little girl he doted on? This girl was spoiled rotten, like the protagonist of a novel, indulged by everyone in the Thorne family. Even though I was now Harrison’s wife, I was just a pawn in this business marriage. I couldn’t compare to the woman Harrison truly cared about. The backstage area fell silent. Harrison approached, surrounded by a group of people, his expression cold. When he saw Lily, his eyes softened like melting ice in spring. But when he turned to me again, his face was as frosty as before: “Why are you just standing here? The wedding is about to start.” I let out a cold laugh and looked up at Lily: “Do you dare to repeat what you just said?” Lily smirked and repeated those words loudly, word for word. Before she could finish, I raised my arm and slapped her hard across the face! SLAP! I work out regularly and have considerable arm strength. With that slap, Lily’s little face immediately turned blue. A drop of blood slowly trickled from her nose, ruining her supposedly innocent makeup and adding a touch of dark comedy to the scene. Lily seemed stunned, holding her face and staring at me in disbelief. I laughed coldly and slapped her twice more, left and right. The woman Harrison cherishes most? Ha! I’m slapping exactly that woman! As I was about to raise my hand again, Harrison finally reacted, grabbing my upraised arm: “Scarlett! Haven’t you had enough? Lily is just a child! How can you hit her for saying a few childish words?” She’s a child and you’re having an affair with her? You’re sick! After he finished speaking, I laughed coldly and turned to look at Harrison. Harrison frowned at me. The next second, I raised my other hand and gave Harrison another hard slap! I laughed coldly as I looked at Harrison’s swollen face: “You probably don’t know, but I’m known as the ‘Slap Queen,’ nicknamed the ‘Goddess of Slaps.’” With that, I shoved Harrison away and pointed at his nose, cursing loudly: “I spent 1.5 billion on this business marriage with you, and you’re playing sugar daddy with a little girl?” “If you want to sleep with young girls, just say it outright, you old pervert. Don’t give me this grooming bullshit.” “It’s fucking disgusting!” I finished by throwing my bouquet in Harrison’s face: “If this mess isn’t cleaned up today, no one’s letting this wedding continue!” “You think I’m eager to marry you?” “I have men lining up from here to Paris. Who are you to be picky?” “If your old man hadn’t begged me, almost kneeling, do you think you’d have a chance to marry me?” “Go to hell!” With that, I ripped off my veil and stormed out of the backstage area!

My mother was waiting in the dressing room. Seeing me come in, she gave me a thumbs up with a smile: “That’s my girl, so fierce!” I laughed coldly and plopped down on the sofa, crossing my legs. I’ve been in the business world for years; I’m not an idiot. The Thorne family letting Lily humiliate me in public was just a test of obedience. They’re an elite family in the city, with a high social status. However, in recent years, they’ve fallen behind the times, and the Thorne Group has declined with weakening revenues. To raise funds, they had to resort to a business marriage. And I, a woman with money but no background, was the perfect choice. They coveted my billion-dollar dowry but couldn’t lower themselves to ask me directly. So they decided to play dirty, trying to manipulate me. They wanted to use their “noble” status to put me down. Make this “nouveau riche” feel inferior, so I’d eventually hand over my dowry, begging them to use it. Thinking about this, I laughed coldly. It’s laughable. Even a dog would shake its head at such audacity. They thought their plan was perfect, but they didn’t realize I’m not some pushover. I’m a force to be reckoned with. I was raised by my mother, who caught the wave of economic reform early on. Back then, she partnered with a few people, started with a steel mill, later invested in the internet, and built a vast fortune. I’ve surpassed her, making my mark internationally at a young age. Many famous clothing brands on the market now are subsidiaries of my company. The business world is a battlefield, and those who survive are no ordinary people. My mother and I are both expert arguers. If it weren’t for wanting to make a name for myself in the vast domestic market, I would never have agreed to marry Harrison. I despise Harrison from the bottom of my heart. My mother’s assistant was undercover at the scene. The assistant said Mrs. Thorne had arrived, but things hadn’t escalated yet, so we should wait in the dressing room. There were snacks in the dressing room, so my mother and I sat on the sofa. We munched on seeds while cursing Harrison. In this society, women who show even a bit of weakness get torn apart by men. My mother and I have been in business for years, so we know this well. That’s why we’re both sharp-tongued and loud when necessary. We knew there were Thorne family people eavesdropping outside the dressing room, so we cursed even louder. My mother, coming from a humble background, was especially skilled at cursing. She screeched and yelled, cursing the Thorne ancestors in every creative way possible. I fanned the flames, and we kept at it for half an hour before we heard someone outside slam something and leave in frustration. My mother calmly sipped her tea and said sarcastically: “I didn’t expect them to give up so easily.” “If they knew they couldn’t handle it, why bring that little bitch to the wedding? Aren’t they just asking to be cursed?” I smiled and twisted the ring on my finger: “They’re just gluttons for punishment. I heard the Thorne family are all masochists; the more you curse them, the more obedient they become.” My mother nodded in agreement, approving of my assessment.

Another half hour passed, and still no one came. I knew the Thorne family couldn’t swallow their pride. They weren’t willing to lower their “noble” status to beg a lowly “nouveau riche” like me. My phone buzzed with a message. It was from Mrs. Thorne, asking me to forgive Harrison and attend the wedding for her sake. I laughed coldly. Your face? Your face is worth shit! You don’t want to come apologize to me? Fine, let’s see this through to the end! I glanced at the time and decisively called Harrison. The call connected, and I could hear that Harrison had put it on speaker. Before Harrison could speak, I started: “Harrison, I’m giving you five minutes. You, you big scumbag, bring that little tramp you’re keeping and come apologize to me in person.” “If you don’t, remember that financial bigshot you recently got to manage your assets?” “Don’t forget, my main business is overseas, and I’m quite good in the fund industry.” “From now on, if you dare to be late, I’ll become your competitor tonight.” “You short, I’ll go long. You go long, I’ll short. I’ve got plenty of money to burn, and I’m not afraid of losses.” “For every minute you’re late, I’ll make you lose 10 million. I always keep my word.” With that, I hung up, ignoring the shouts from the other end. Three minutes later, hurried footsteps approached the dressing room, and the door burst open. It was Harrison and Lily. I sat on the sofa with my legs crossed, watching Harrison reluctantly approach. When he lowered his head in submission, I turned to look at Lily. The girl’s face was a mess of red and blue, like she’d been through a dye factory. I put on a fake smile: “Lily, I know you’re just a child, and I can understand your lack of filter.” “It’s okay. Once I’m part of the Thorne family, I’ll teach you slowly.” I took out a stack of cash from my purse: “You’re the child Harrison keeps by his side, so naturally, I’m your stepmother now.” “Call me ‘Mom,’ and Mom will give you some money for the new title.” Lily suddenly looked up, her face full of tears as she looked at Harrison. I smiled sweetly at Lily. After a moment, Lily gritted her teeth, her eyes full of hatred, but she had to lower her head: “Mother.” I smiled and tossed the stack of cash in her face: “Good girl. Mom loves self-respecting girls the most.” “Learn from Mom in the future. Don’t let your head be full of men; that’s called being boy-crazy, short for mental illness. It needs treatment.” I stood up gracefully, brushed off non-existent dust, and turned to Harrison with a smile: “What are you standing there for, Harrison? Let’s go.”

The wedding concluded successfully, and I, Scarlett, became an overnight sensation in the city’s upper class. Slapping both the adopted daughter and the husband at a high-society wedding – what an achievement. Everyone said I was a badass. The in-laws originally wanted to put me in my place in front of everyone. Who knew I’d turn the tables on them, shoving their own shit right back in their faces. I didn’t care what others said. All I knew was that I had become the Thorne family’s new matriarch. On our wedding night, Harrison came to the bedroom, his face dark as the bottom of a pot: “Scarlett, let me tell you, you may have my body now, but you’ll never have my heart!” I laughed coldly and kicked him off the bed: “Who wants your pasty pig body? I get nauseous just looking at it!” “Get out!” The next day, I woke up feeling refreshed. The first thing I did was gather all the servants of the mansion. The butler stood in the middle, hands at his sides. I looked him up and down, then suddenly smiled: “Who pays your salary now?” The butler respectfully replied: “You do, Madam.” I nodded. Seems he’s quite sensible. After he finished, I picked up my teacup and stirred the tea leaves: “Since you know who feeds you, don’t bite the hand that feeds you.” “Be careful, or I’ll fire you all. See if those old fools will still want you then!” As I finished speaking, I looked up to see a few young servants shrinking back, lowering their heads even more. After the servants dispersed, I looked up to see Harrison standing on the second floor, frowning down at me. I put my teacup on the table and said slowly: “If you have something to say, come down. I hate looking up at people.” Hearing this, Harrison came down the stairs, dark circles under his eyes. The young master had never slept on the floor before. No worries, he’ll get used to it soon enough. Harrison’s voice was cold and hard: “Scarlett, why do you have to be so ruthless?” I raised an eyebrow: “Ruthless? This is called employee training.” “If they listen to me and fulfill their responsibilities, of course I won’t be stingy.” “Clear rewards and punishments – that’s basic business logic.” “You’ve been in charge of the Thorne family for so long, haven’t you learned this yet?” Seeing my mocking expression, Harrison took a deep breath and changed the subject: “When are you going to give me that 1.5 billion?” I was amused and countered: “My dowry? Why should I give it to you?” “Did you give me a bride price? What right do you have to ask for my dowry?” “What do you need my dowry for anyway?” Faced with my triple question, Harrison clenched his fists and said in a low voice: “The Thorne family is having some difficulties lately. We’re short on funds and need your dowry for investment.” “As for the bride price, we apologize for that.” I laughed out loud on the spot. A vague “sorry” and you think you can get my 1.5 billion? Dream on! I leaned back on the sofa, crossing my legs, and smiled: “You want my dowry? Sure.” “But every penny you invest, every fund you inject into the Thorne family, has to go through my people.” “Every business move you make needs to be pre-approved by my assistant.” Hearing me say this, Harrison’s long-suppressed anger finally exploded: “Scarlett! Don’t go too far!” “I’ve never met such a vicious woman like you!” Seeing him angry, I smashed my teacup on the ground! CRASH! I glared at Harrison: “Harrison, you’re quite the hypocrite, aren’t you?” “When your Thorne family was being stingy, not letting me use any resources or connections, you didn’t say a word!” “Now it’s my turn, and you’re calling me vicious?” “Let me tell you, for this business marriage, if you want cooperation and mutual resource exchange, I’m fine with that.” “But if you think you can freeload off me, let’s see how many lives you have to dare try!” I stood up, looking down at him: “I know you like gentle women.” “But your likes mean as much to me as dog shit. There’s no difference.” “Think hard about your own business value, show some sincerity, then come talk to me about cooperation.” With that, I left Harrison behind, took the bag the butler handed me, and walked out the door.

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Declan returned from abroad, bringing back his first love. “Adeline, Fiona is pregnant with my child. I can only ask you to bear with this for now.” Overnight, I became the laughingstock of the circle. Late at night, my fiancé’s Uncle Milo held me tightly in his arms, his movements forceful. “Compared to that loser, who can make you happier?” “Adeline, don’t move. Declan is just outside the door. Do you want me to call him in?” The room was a mess. Milo pressed me against the cold window glass. His hot breath against my ear, enveloping me in his presence. “Please, don’t…” I pleaded softly, only to hear him scoff. “Don’t what? Stop?” He chuckled, pinning my wrists above my head with one hand. His actions grew more intense. “What do you want to ask me for?” Of course, I knew. “Uncle Milo, Fiona is three months pregnant. Declan and I have to cancel our engagement.” Declan’s voice came from outside the door. “Adeline’s design project will be handled by Fiona and me. It won’t affect the company.” My blood froze as I stared at the door. He had said Cora only needed help with her pregnancy and divorce. But now… Milo leisurely looked at me, “Did you hear that?” “He’s not only canceling your engagement but also taking your project to benefit Cora.” Milo narrowed his eyes and continued. “Be with me, Adeline. I’ll give you everything you want.” Saying this, he pushed forward with such force I almost fell to the ground. “Milo, don’t. We’ll be discovered.” Milo chuckled, “Wouldn’t it be perfect if we were? I’ll marry you, make you Declan’s Aunt Adeline.” I, always timid and cowardly. Silently reached out, wrapping my arms around Milo’s neck. He immediately sensed it, his eyes darkened as he bit my lips like a predator savoring its prey. Satisfied, he coldly said to the person outside, “I need to rest. Talk tomorrow.” The bell at my ankle chimed, making a crisp and pleasant sound. I cried the whole night. Milo tormented me fiercely, “Are you crying because of him or me?” I didn’t answer, which only spurred him into more madness. Until the sky began to lighten. He finally wiped away the tears from the corner of my eyes with tenderness. “Good girl, Adeline. I won’t let the alliance between our families fall through. You’re still the Sullivan Family’s daughter-in-law.” I looked at him in a daze. This man, indeed, knew what I was worried about. The Harper Family was weak. My engagement to Declan wasn’t just for love but for other purposes too. Milo’s fingers twirled my hair. “Your fiancé, from now on, is me.” I was beyond shocked. Anger and humiliation surged in my heart: “Milo, are you crazy?” Everyone in the circle knew Milo was a madman. Ruthless, with a strange personality. But I didn’t expect him to be this insane.

I didn’t go looking for Cora, but she came to me. She looked gentle and demure, no wonder Declan liked her. He probably thought I was too bright and flamboyant. “I heard Asher almost gave up his life to marry you back then.” I looked at her face, silent. When Declan pursued me, he was all high-profile and flamboyant, eager to let the world know he liked me. To get Mr. Sullivan to agree to our marriage. He jumped into an icy lake in winter to show his determination, injuring his little finger from the frostbite. He said it was a badge of love. Said that as long as his finger hurt, it would remind him to love me for a lifetime. “But in the end, he still chose me.” Cora raised her eyebrows, looking smug, “Our child is already three months old.” “Back then, we were too young to know what we wanted.” “Just like me, I left him and went abroad to marry someone else. Fortunately, in the end, we got back together…” She glanced at me as she spoke. Her eyes were full of smiles. My heart felt like it was being pricked by thousands of needles. It started to hurt sharply, suffocatingly. When Declan brought Cora back that day. He once vowed in front of me, “It wasn’t my will to be with her.” “If she weren’t pregnant, I would’ve kicked her out long ago.” Later, I found out. During his time in the States, he was always entangled with Cora. They indulged themselves in my bridal chamber, with Cora gasping in his arms, playfully. “Asher, I can’t take it anymore.” Declan teased her, “If it weren’t for you seducing…” That’s when I realized. I was the fool kept in the dark the whole time. Under pressure, Declan promised me. “Adeline, once Fiona gives birth, I’ll send her away. Aren’t you afraid of getting out of shape from pregnancy?” “Why don’t you raise Cora’s child?” I stayed silent. But when Cora heard Declan’s idea, she accidentally fell. Everyone said I couldn’t tolerate her. Declan also wanted to break off our engagement without a word. “Adeline Harper, you malicious woman!” … Before Cora left, she taunted. “Adeline Harper, you can’t beat me. Asher doesn’t love you. He loves me now.” I pretended to stay composed and ignored her. But the pain in my heart was so intense, it made sweat bead on my forehead. I lay at home for two days. When I woke up, I decided to talk things over with Declan. Our engagement involved both families’ reputation.

Declan took Cora to “The Nightfall.” It’s Milo’s private establishment. No matter who you are, you need a reservation to enter. I had no choice but to face Milo. “So, now you remember me?” He lounged lazily on the sofa, swirling the red wine in his hand. Milo was exceptionally handsome. Even with such an annoying expression on his face, he still looked good. I sulked and didn’t answer. Seeing my silence, he got a bit annoyed. “What do you want?” “To go to ‘The Nightfall’ to find Declan.” Upon hearing this, Milo downed his wine in one go. He grabbed my neck, pulling me into his embrace. His cool lips carried the scent of wine. Overwhelming me. His fiery kiss was like a flame, forcefully igniting me. “Adeline Harper, you still dare think of him? Did you forget what you promised me when you slept with me?!” My heart trembled, my cheeks instantly burning. The day Declan proposed breaking off the engagement, I went to a bar to drink away my sorrows and was drugged. In my stupor, I mistook Milo for Declan and slept with him. He was furious then. “Adeline Harper, look carefully. I’m not Declan.” I felt so awful, I couldn’t care less. I directly pounced on him. Swallowing all his words, I clung to him, wanting more several times over. Until the next morning. Seeing his face, I was suddenly aware. Oh my god, I actually slept with my fiancé’s Uncle Milo. He rested against the bed, half-dressed. “What, scared now that it’s over?” Swallowing hard, I shook my head, then fiercely nodded. “I warn you, I won’t be the third wheel. Break up with Declan tomorrow, got it?” I agreed like a pecking chick. Then turned and ran. Now, he was looking at me with a leisurely gaze. His narrow, beautiful eyes carried a smile not reaching the bottom, “Running after sleeping with someone, you’re something else.”

Milo kept his word. That night, he took me to ‘The Nightfall’s masquerade party. I wore a mask and a deep red gown, standing in the corner. No one recognized me. But I recognized Declan and Cora. Milo stood by my side, noticing my gaze, he spoke through gritted teeth, “What? Feeling sad?” I shook my head. “Declan, that bastard, isn’t worth my sadness.” “So obedient?” Milo leaned down, his breath hot against my ear. “Then I should reward you.” Saying this, he lowered his head and kissed my lips, his tongue prying open my teeth, plundering freely. I was kissed until my head spun, my whole body going limp in his arms. How was this rewarding me? It was clearly rewarding himself. Until Declan walked over, “Uncle?” Milo released me, and I clung to him, half my face hiding in his neck, breathing lightly. “So boring, even with a mask you can recognize me?” Milo laughed. At six-foot-three, he was hard not to recognize. Cora looked me up and down, her gaze unfriendly: “And who is this?” Milo ignored her. But Cora continued, “Uncle Milo, aren’t you afraid this woman might have ulterior motives? What if she’s trying to get into your bed to scam you?” I was speechless; this manipulative woman should just shut up if she can’t speak properly. Milo chuckled, his fingers brushing the back of my neck: “I actually hope she wants to get into my bed.” Hearing this, everyone turned to look at me. “How dull, can you still recognize me even with a mask on?” Milo chuckled. Standing at six foot three, he’s hard to miss. Cora gave me a scrutinizing look. “And who might this be?” Milo dismissed her with a smirk. But Cora pressed on, “Uncle Milo, aren’t you concerned something might be off about this woman? What if she’s just trying to climb into your bed and swindle you?” I was left speechless. This manipulative woman should just keep quiet if she can’t say anything sensible. Milo let out a mocking laugh, his fingers lightly touching the back of my neck. “I actually hope she’s interested in getting into my bed.” Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at me. Who hasn’t heard of the notorious heir of the Sullivan Family, known for his ruthless demeanor and lack of interest in women? Who could possibly make him want someone to share his bed? Cora forced an awkward smile. “Which family’s lady is Uncle Milo’s companion? Do I know her?” Milo raised an eyebrow, “You’re not worthy of knowing.” Cora’s expression turned sour as she glanced at Declan, “Asher, look at your uncle…” Declan, merely a powerless playboy within the Sullivan Family, took Cora’s hand and kissed it gently. “Uncle Milo’s always been like this, don’t take it to heart.” Watching Declan’s gentle gesture stirred a twinge of jealousy in me. So, he could be tender too. Noticing my gaze, Milo suddenly pinched my waist and bit softly on my neck. I let out a surprised yelp.

Declan stared at my partially hidden face, his eyes growing sharper. “That voice…” He murmured, reaching to remove my mask. Instinctively, I stepped back, my heart racing with countless thoughts flashing through my mind. Milo grabbed Declan’s wrist with such force that his knuckles turned white. “Rude.” The word was as cold as ice. Declan struggled in disbelief, but he couldn’t move. “Uncle, who is she?” Milo raised an eyebrow and replied with a hint of mischief, “Of course, she’s your Aunt Adeline.” Declan’s face turned pale, hesitating to speak. An indescribable feeling spread within him. The woman in Uncle Milo’s arms felt eerily familiar. The answer hovered on the tip of his tongue. But he dared not believe it. … Milo released him and instead held my hand, gently pressing it to his lips. The gesture was intensely intimate. My face flushed, and I tried to pull away, but he playfully bit my finger. “Don’t hide.” There was laughter in his eyes, clearly intentional. “Uncle Milo, is your date someone I know?” Declan asked again, unwilling to give up. Milo raised an eyebrow, “Perhaps.” I stiffened slightly, looking at Milo with pleading eyes. This man always had an unpredictable nature, and revealing my identity at a time like this… What of the Harper Family’s reputation? Please don’t… Milo slightly curled his lips, leaning closer to me, “Call me ‘husband,’ and I’ll help you.” This guy was truly wicked. The atmosphere felt tense, and Milo suddenly chuckled softly. “Let’s go, it’s dreadfully boring here.” I followed him, letting him lead me through the crowd. Behind us was Declan’s gaze, intense enough to burn right through me. 6 Milo took me to the suite on the top floor of “The Nightfall.” In the center of the room was a massive round bed, next to a floor-to-ceiling window offering a view of the entire cityscape of Kyoto. “What’s the matter? Are you scared?” Milo raised an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. I quietly replied, “No.” Milo leisurely unfastened his tie, revealing a striking collarbone. “Where did the courage to bring me to ‘The Nightfall’ go?” “I just wanted to clear things up with Declan.” I turned my face away. “Is that so?” Milo walked towards me. “I’m sorry then, that you couldn’t clear things up.” He feigned regret with a slight pout. Suddenly, he bit my lip fiercely. “Liar, you clearly can’t forget.” I hadn’t expected him to hold such a grudge. “The ruthless heir is actually jealous?” I teased him with a smile. Not afraid at all. “Yes, jealous.” … Milo emerged from the shower, bare-chested. Water droplets trickled down his toned body, accentuating his perfect muscles. Noticing my gaze, he smirked lightly. “Seen enough?” I turned to leave, but he grabbed my wrist, pulling me into his embrace. “You said you liked it, why not touch?” Milo guided my hand to his strong chest. “I…” I swallowed hard. Was I really supposed to touch? Before I could respond, Milo leaned down to kiss me. He pressed me against the wall, his hands firmly on my waist, his breath hot. “Compared to that loser, who makes you happier?” I closed my eyes, not wanting to answer. Milo’s kisses traveled from my lips to my ear, “Not answering? Fine, I’ll just have to show you.” His lips trailed down my neck. My legs went weak, barely able to stand. “Aren’t I much better than him? I’m bigger…” I hurriedly covered his mouth, “Stop it!” Milo looked at me, amused, and suddenly scooped me up, carrying me to the bed. Water droplets from his hair dripped onto my face. “Adeline, you can’t escape.” He kissed me forcefully, but then there was a loud knocking on the door. “Adeline Harper, I know you’re in there.” I’m sorry, but it seems there’s no actual Chinese text provided for translation. Could you please provide the text you’d like translated? 7. The noise outside suddenly grew louder, mixed with the slurred speech of someone drunk. It was Declan. I tensed up. How did he find this place?

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For thirty years, my DINK husband Lucas adhered to a “Platonic marriage,” refusing to have children or any physical contact with me. He claimed that desire would tarnish our love, and he only wanted us to dedicate our lives to our medical careers. But on our anniversary, I witnessed him intimately entangled in our living room with the woman responsible for my father’s death. “Claire, you don’t know how hard it’s been for me all these years. I only want you…” Thirty years of principles crumbled into a joke. I finally realized I was just a tool for his career advancement. Heartbroken and disillusioned, I decided to accept a position at a German hospital. But when he couldn’t find me anywhere, he panicked. “Claire, I swear you’re the first and will be the only one…” Lucas’s husky voice, mixed with the woman’s soft moans, struck me like lightning. Thirty years. For thirty whole years! Lucas had remained chaste for this woman?! So he wasn’t really devoted to “Platonic love,” nor was he genuinely committed to being childless! He simply didn’t want to touch me! All these years, I had respected his wishes. I even gave up my right to motherhood for him! The cold operating table where I had my IUD inserted still sends chills down my spine. I’m a gynecologist, for heaven’s sake, yet I couldn’t have my own child! All these years of envying newborn babies have now turned into a cruel joke! “Dr. Lin, when are you going to divorce her? I don’t want to wait too long~” “Don’t rush, I’m already making arrangements. After your aunt retires in a while, I’ll divorce her and marry you properly.” “Aunt? Haha, Lucas, have you no shame!” Amber laughed, playfully punching his chest in mock anger. My hands clenched and unclenched, the loose thread on my clothes pricking my skin and my heart. Lucas and I had an age-gap relationship; I was five years older than him. When he married me, he said how amazing his “big sister” was. Now he calls me “aunt.” The hallway mirror mercilessly reflected my graying hair and plain, shabby clothes. I couldn’t help but touch the wrinkles covering my face. I’m only 55, yet time has been so cruel… “Dr. Lin, I heard next week is Dr. Chen’s retirement party. Could you propose divorce to her publicly then?” “But… Claire has been a backbone of the hospital. We need a reason.” “I have a great idea. You can tell everyone that Claire, the renowned gynecologist, is actually a hen that can’t lay eggs!” Amber’s words exploded in my ears, shattering my last line of defense. I stared hard at Lucas, the man I had shared a bed with for thirty years. I searched his face for any hint of hesitation or reluctance. But there was none. His eyes were filled with Amber, and he even chuckled in agreement, “Alright, whatever you say.” My heart plummeted to rock bottom. For Lucas, I had given up my right to motherhood, willingly remaining childless for all these years; For Lucas, I had abandoned my beloved clinical practice to focus on theoretical research, just to help him secure his position as hospital director; For Lucas, I had given up promotions and turned down offers to stay on after retirement, planning to step back and take care of his health. But in the end, was he going to humiliate me like this? That was Amber, the very woman who had caused a medical accident and framed my father, leading to his death in disgrace! Lucas knew all of this, yet he still betrayed me and chose Amber. He was even willing to publicly destroy my decades-long reputation to please her! Tears blurred my vision as I leaned against the wall, gasping for air. With trembling hands, I took out my phone and called the German hospital, accepting their offer to stay on after retirement. As I hung up, thunder rumbled in the sky, and a light rain began to fall. My phone vibrated again, Lucas’s name flashing on the screen. “Claire, are you off work yet?” Today was our 30th wedding anniversary, and Lucas had made early dinner reservations to celebrate. “It’s about to rain. Shall I come pick you up?” he added when I didn’t respond, playing the role of a caring husband. In reality, whenever I had asked him to pick me up before, he always had excuses – either in a meeting or performing surgery. How many late nights had I fumbled my way home after a night shift, only to find him sound asleep? Back then, I foolishly comforted myself, thinking he was just too tired to care for me, stubbornly clinging to a delusion. “No need, I’ll take a cab.” “Alright, be safe on your way. Don’t be late.” I hid in the stairwell, watching the two of them leave arm in arm. I noticed how Lucas tilted his umbrella more towards Amber and couldn’t help but smile bitterly. So Lucas did know how to care for someone; he just never cared for me. All he would say to me was not to be late. “Dr. Chen, long time no see~” Amber was the first to stand and greet me, a gentle smile on her face, the picture of serenity. “What is she doing here?!” I demanded, despite having mentally prepared myself. I had thought Lucas was just dropping Amber off at home, but he had actually brought her to our anniversary dinner! Was Lucas so eager to show her off? On our wedding anniversary, no less?

But Lucas acted as if nothing had happened, pulling out a chair for me while explaining: “I happened to run into Amber, and she said she’s always wanted to apologize to you in person, so I invited her along.” “Dr. Chen, I know I’ve wronged you and your father…” Amber’s eyes reddened as she spoke, “I was young and foolish back then, which led me to make a terrible mistake.” “I’ve been repenting all these years, unable to sleep well at night, always dreaming of your father…” How dare she call my father her mentor! When she first entered the field, my father had guided her every step of the way, from reading medical records to hands-on training, treating her like his own daughter. And how did she repay him? Because of her own mistake, she not only cost a patient’s life but also pushed all the blame onto my father. My father was stabbed in the back, labeled a quack, and died in despair! All of this was thanks to Amber! “Amber, you don’t deserve to call my father your mentor!” I shouted in anger. “Claire, Amber was just confused back then…” Lucas tried to smooth things over. “Confused?” I laughed coldly, “Is ‘confusion’ enough to erase my father’s lifelong reputation? To make up for the pain of his wrongful death?” “Lucas, don’t forget who swore to me that he would seek justice for my father!” The image of Lucas earnestly promising to right the wrongs done to my father was still vivid in my mind, but now this man had become a complete stranger. Lucas looked a bit guilty under my gaze, coughing lightly and avoiding my eyes: “Claire, the hospital has hired Amber as a special consultant. You’ll be seeing each other often from now on. For the sake of hospital unity, can’t you just make peace with Amber?” Special consultant? I finally understood. Lucas had gone to great lengths to bring Amber back to the country and arrange for her to work at our hospital so they could be together! I stared blankly at the two people before me, feeling utterly disgusted. Seeing my expression, Amber knelt down: “Dr. Chen, I know you can’t forgive me right now, but that’s okay. I’ll keep repenting until you accept me as your new colleague… I really want to work alongside you.” “Get out!” I couldn’t hold back anymore and shouted at Amber. “Claire! Can you stop making a scene!” Lucas grabbed Amber and shielded her behind him, “Have you considered how difficult these years have been for Amber? She left her home and country because of this incident.” “Your father’s case happened so long ago. Does it really matter who was right or wrong? Why do you have to be so petty?” I looked at Lucas in disbelief. This man who had once professed his love for me and vowed to take care of me for life. He had seen me cry my eyes out and had sworn to seek justice for me. But now, he was saying this was all trivial, that I was being petty! “If it weren’t for Amber… my father wouldn’t have spent his final years being pointed at and called a quack,” I said, my voice breaking as I clutched my chest in pain. But Lucas didn’t care at all, impatiently cutting me off. “Enough, Claire! Can’t you stop living in the past!” “Look at yourself now. Where’s the gentle woman you used to be? All you do is doubt and suspect, acting like a crazy old hag!” “With a daughter like you, who knows if your dad was really innocent? Maybe he was the one trying to bite back in his confused state.” Every word Lucas said was like a hammer, pounding mercilessly at my heart. I clutched my chest, struggling to breathe. “Lucas, do you have any conscience left? You…” Before I could finish, my vision went black, and I felt myself falling backward uncontrollably.

“Claire!” Lucas cried out, instinctively reaching out to support me. I reflexively grabbed his hand, my face pale and cold sweat dripping down my forehead. Amber quickly pushed Lucas aside, “Dr. Chen, don’t worry. I’ve trained in first aid. Let me take a look at you.” She put on a show of examining me: “It’s nothing serious, just a bit of heat exhaustion. You’ll be fine after some rest.” Then, feigning weakness, she furrowed her brow and suddenly swayed, falling into Lucas’s arms. Lucas caught her in a panic, asking anxiously, “Amber, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me!” “I… my heart doesn’t feel right…” Amber’s voice was weak and fragile, as if she might fade away at any moment. “I’ll take you to the hospital right away!” Without another word, Lucas scooped Amber up in his arms. Before leaving, he glanced back at me, his eyes full of conflict, but he didn’t stop. I watched their retreating figures, tears finally sliding down my cheeks. So this was the man I had loved for thirty years, this was the marriage I had given everything to protect. How laughable, truly laughable! I used my last bit of strength to call 911, then lost consciousness. When I came to, I was lying numbly in a hospital bed. The doctor said I had suffered from acute stress reaction. Indeed, at my age, I shouldn’t get so emotionally worked up, especially not over such a man. After finishing the IV, I stumbled home on shaky legs. Seeing the clothes still hanging on the balcony, I reflexively took them down and folded them neatly, only realizing what I was doing when I opened the closet. In the closet, Lucas’s clothes were all ironed crisp and neat, giving off a faint scent of laundry detergent. My clothes, on the other hand, were pitifully few, mostly just white lab coats. All these years, I had been like a spinning top, shuttling between home and the hospital, living as nothing more than an appendage. At this moment, I could no longer hold back. I broke down and cried my heart out. I tore up the photos of Lucas and me from when we were dating, along with the diary entries I had written back then: “Today Lucas gave me a ring. He said he made it himself and hopes I’ll wear it forever…” “Lucas proposed to me today. He said he would love me and take care of me for life…” “Today Lucas told me he wants a spiritual relationship and doesn’t want children. But that’s okay, all the newborns will be my children from now on.” Once, I thought I had chosen love. In the end, I realized I had only chosen loneliness. Thirty years of feelings, thirty years of dedication, all turned out to be a joke. The next day, Lucas came back. He brought a bunch of breakfast, unprecedented, and even prepared warm water for me to take my medicine. “Claire, Amber had a heart attack yesterday, I was just taking her to the hospital. You know, it’s our duty as doctors,” he said. Seeing no reaction from me, he moved closer, trying to butter me up. “There’s an important symposium at the hospital today, so…” Perhaps only when Lucas needed something from me would he lower himself like this. All these years, I had participated in countless symposiums for the hospital, winning awards big and small, all to secure Lucas’s position as director. But now, I’m tired. “I’m retiring. I don’t want to join this circus anymore.” “A doctor’s duty is to heal, Claire. Just think of it as for the hospital, for the patients! I promise this is the last time!” A doctor’s duty to heal – this was my father’s teaching. I remained silent for a long while, eventually softening and agreeing.

But when I arrived at the hospital, I realized that today’s symposium was nothing but a stage tailor-made for Amber. The topic was “Diagnosis and Treatment of Difficult Gynecological Cases,” with Amber as the main presenter and me as her assistant. I was made to look like a clown, running errands for her – printing materials, organizing case files, serving tea. “Dr. Chen, please revise this case analysis report for me. Make sure it highlights my professional expertise.” “Dr. Chen, where’s my coffee? Don’t you know I need a cup in the afternoon to stay alert?” “Dr. Chen, have you proofread my speech? I’m representing our hospital, so there can’t be any mistakes.” … In the end, Amber won the competition with her “brilliant” presentation and “unique insights,” successfully promoted to chief physician. She stood on the stage, radiant and eloquent, as if she were the true expert who had devoted years to gynecology. And I, like an outsider, was arranged in a corner. Watching her perform, listening to her use the research topics I had studied for years, reaping the applause and acclaim that should have been mine. I remained silent. Seeing me still silent after returning home, Lucas thought I was still angry about the symposium. He approached me with a fawning expression, eagerly massaging my shoulders: “Claire, don’t be angry. Amber just returned to the country and doesn’t understand many things.” “As a senior, you should be more understanding. Think of it as maintaining unity in the hospital.” As he spoke, he pulled out an exquisite little box from his pocket. Inside was the pearl necklace I had admired at the mall earlier this month. In the past, whenever we argued, Lucas would take out a small box with something I liked inside. Accepting the gift meant no more anger – this had been our unspoken agreement for years. “I noticed you liked it last time. You’re always reluctant to spend money on yourself, but never hesitate to buy clothes for me.” Lucas shook his head as he spoke. I fingered the pearl necklace for a long time without speaking. Lucas was the hospital director, often attending public events, while I… How long had it been since I had properly dressed up? Thinking of my reflection in the glass that day, my heart ached again. “Do you like it? It’s to commemorate our 30th anniversary – our pearl wedding.” “Tomorrow is your retirement farewell party. Wear this, and you’ll be the most beautiful queen of the evening.” Lucas said, reaching out to help me put it on. He gently lifted my hair, just like years ago. At this moment, I couldn’t describe the taste in my heart. “Do I have to go to the farewell party tomorrow?” I asked reluctantly, “I don’t want to retire yet…” “Claire,” Lucas turned my shoulders, his eyes full of tenderness, “Your health isn’t good. From now on, just be Mrs. Lin.” Mrs. Lin? Really? I closed my eyes, suppressing the surging emotions, and after a long while, I softly replied, “Okay.” The next day, I got up early, packed a few clothes, and took a cab to the cemetery. I gently placed the divorce papers in front of my father’s tombstone. Looking at the photo on the tombstone, I choked up. I never thought I would be as old as my father was when he passed away. “Dad, from now on, I’ll live for myself! I’ll seek justice for you on my own!” Leaving the cemetery, I went straight to the airport. The German hospital had already arranged accommodation and work for me, just waiting for my arrival. But just as I was about to board, Lucas’s calls flooded in.

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