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Five years ago, I was found by the wealthy Collins family and discovered to be their long-lost daughter. Later, I married Jack Thompson, a principled lawyer who grew up with my brother. Jack was the childhood friend of my brother Ethan, a forensic pathologist. On the night of my birthday, my brother and husband went out in the pouring rain to rescue Olivia, who had been kidnapped. Olivia was the girl who had been raised as the Collins’ daughter before I was found. In an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town, Jack discovered a mutilated female corpse. My forensic pathologist brother Ethan, wearing a mask and gloves, calmly dissected the body. He carelessly tossed aside an undeveloped fetus he had cut from the dead woman’s womb. After Jack burned the fetus to ashes, he poured sulfuric acid that he had prepared in advance over the corpse that Ethan had already processed. They worked together seamlessly to destroy all evidence of the crime. But what they didn’t know was that the corpse belonged to me.

A sharp bolt of lightning tore through the curtain of rain, illuminating two shadowy figures in the abandoned warehouse. Jack Thompson dragged a mutilated female corpse to an open space. “This must be what they were talking about.” Ethan Collins swept his cold gaze over the scene, putting on a mask while handing one to Jack. “The smell is unpleasant.” He gripped a scalpel, his eyes falling on the corpse, seeming to zone out for a moment. “What are you spacing out for? Just open up the chest and abdominal cavities. I’ll pour the acid. We can’t waste time, Olivia is still in the kidnappers’ hands.” Ethan snapped back to attention, skillfully cutting open the woman’s body. He pulled out a shapeless lump of flesh from the corpse’s abdomen. Jack took one look and couldn’t help but retch. “What is that?” Ethan casually tossed the bloody mass aside, his tone flat: “The victim was pregnant, probably about three months along.” Jack found some discarded cardboard boxes and set them on fire, burning the bloody embryo to ashes. Even though Ethan had performed countless autopsies over his years in the field, he couldn’t help but be shocked at the gruesome state of this female corpse. Thirteen steel nails, each about three inches long, were driven into the skull. Almost all the ribs had punctured the lungs. The heart had been brutally excavated. The bones in all ten fingers had been ground to powder. The leg bones were bent at extremely unnatural angles. It was clear the victim had endured unimaginably horrific torture before death. Ethan couldn’t help but sigh, “I hope once we’re done with this body, the kidnappers will release Olivia. Their methods are extremely cruel. Olivia must be terrified right now.” Ethan stood up and stepped back a bit. “It’s done. Go ahead.” Jack poured the sulfuric acid he had prepared into the open abdominal cavity, then doused the entire corpse. The already mangled flesh quickly shriveled and fused together upon contact with the acid, making a sizzling sound as it emitted large clouds of white smoke. Soon, the corpse was damaged beyond recognition, barely resembling a human form. As a professional forensic pathologist, Ethan knew exactly how to destroy evidence of a crime on a body. My soul hovered in midair, watching them work together seamlessly to destroy the evidence. I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. These two men were my biological brother, the renowned forensic pathologist Ethan Collins who had cracked many difficult cases, and my husband, Jack Thompson, the principled lawyer with an undefeated record. And here they were, out in the pouring rain, doing something that went against all their professional ethics, all because they had received a distress call from Olivia White two hours ago. Olivia, the fake heiress, the one they had always cherished and protected above all else. “Ethan, Jack, save me… I’m so scared…” As soon as they heard Olivia’s tearful voice, Ethan and Jack couldn’t sit still. “Olivia, where are you?!” “I—” Olivia’s phone was snatched away by the kidnapper. “I hear you two are some big-shot forensic pathologist and lawyer. Want this woman to live?” Jack anxiously asked, “How much money do you want? I can give you anything, just let Olivia go!” Even the usually calm and collected Ethan was as agitated as an ant on a hot pan. “Don’t hurt Olivia. Whatever your conditions are, just name them!” The kidnapper unhurriedly said, “I know the Collins are a wealthy family. Ten million dollars is nothing to you. Plus, do something for me, and I’ll let this woman go.” Ethan agreed without hesitation: “I’ll do it!” Jack quickly followed, “Whatever it is, we’ll do it. Just don’t harm Olivia!” They agreed without even asking what the task was, all to ensure Olivia wouldn’t be harmed in the slightest. “I killed someone and dumped the body in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. Go destroy the evidence for me. Otherwise, this Olivia looks quite delicate and juicy…” “Ah! Don’t touch me! My brothers will save me! Don’t tear my clothes! Brothers, help me!” Olivia’s voice came through the phone. Ethan and Jack roared in anger, “Don’t you dare touch her! We’re going right now!”

Ethan and Jack watched as my body was corroded by the acid, emitting wisps of white smoke. They finally furrowed their brows in discomfort, but only for a moment. Right now, Olivia’s safety was more important than this unknown female corpse. Jack took a few photos and sent them to the kidnapper. “We’ve done what you asked. The police won’t be able to trace this back to you. Now release Olivia!” My soul hovered in the air, watching as the lump of flesh Ethan had cut from my abdomen was consumed by flames. That was my child with Jack! He was so tiny, not even given the chance to come into this world and see his parents. Yet he was cut out and carelessly tossed aside by his own uncle, then burned to ashes by his own father. I floated over, desperately trying to save him from the flames, but my body passed right through him. Only the flames flickered slightly. Why?! Today was my birthday. I had planned to share the happy news of my pregnancy with the two most important people in my life tonight. But today was also Olivia’s birthday. Ethan and Jack had spent the entire day with Olivia, shopping with her, taking her to the amusement park. At noon, Jack had messaged me to come to the amusement park, saying he and Ethan had rented out the whole place to celebrate my birthday. I was overjoyed. I first met Jack at an amusement park. It was also at an amusement park where my long-lost brother Ethan recognized me and brought me back to the Collins family. In the first two years after I returned to the Collins family, Ethan and Jack were quite nice to me. Though I couldn’t compare to Olivia’s status in their hearts, they did pamper me to some extent. For the first time, I tasted what it was like to be loved. Until two years ago, when Olivia voluntarily suggested giving her birthday back to me, changing hers to the next day. She said, “Big sister Aria shares the same birthday as me every year. She must feel sad about it. I’ll give the birthday back to her. As long as big sister Aria is happy, I don’t mind not celebrating my own birthday!” Though Ethan and Jack didn’t refuse Olivia’s suggestion, their attitude towards me changed dramatically after that. My brother never again called me “Ari” affectionately. Instead, he addressed me coldly as “Aria Collins.” Jack also stopped holding me close every night, whispering sweet nothings about wanting me to bear him a daughter. He used to say he loved daughters, and wanted one as cute as me, with a smile as bright and beautiful. Now, all that remained were the nights when he was drunk, roughly throwing me onto the bed to forcefully satisfy his desires. But on my way to the amusement park, I was drugged and kidnapped, then tortured to death. At that time, Ethan was stopping Olivia from eating ice cream during her period, while Jack was queuing to buy her rainbow cotton candy. “Once I receive the ten million dollars, I’ll naturally release this woman!” The kidnapper’s tone was arrogant. “You’d better not try any clever tricks. Otherwise, this woman will end up just like that corpse!” Ethan nervously said, “The money is ready. Don’t touch her!” Ethan and Jack exchanged a glance before hurriedly leaving. As they reached the door, something caught Ethan’s attention under his feet. He bent down to pick it up. It was a wedding ring, the one I wore every day and never took off. Jack frowned, wondering why Aria’s ring would be here. He looked back at the unrecognizable corpse in the warehouse. Ethan interrupted Jack’s train of thought: “Let’s go quickly. If we’re late, Olivia will be scared!” Jack nodded, pocketing the ring and hurrying to catch up. Saving Olivia was more important right now. I floated behind them, unable to help but mock myself. In their hearts, Olivia was indeed still the most important person.

My body was discovered by a scavenging old man the next afternoon. Ethan arrived at the abandoned warehouse with the police. He calmly crouched in front of me, putting on gloves and a mask to begin the autopsy. Last night, the lighting had been dim, and they had been focused on quickly destroying the evidence. Only now did he carefully examine this body from a forensic pathologist’s perspective. “The victim is a young woman, approximately 25 years old…” “Height around 5’6″…” “The victim’s heart was brutally excavated while she was still alive…” As Ethan examined and turned over the body, the figure seemed increasingly familiar. How could it look so much like Aria? Before I was killed, I had managed to call Ethan for help. He had only said one thing. “Stop playing these despicable tricks to compete with Olivia for attention!” I then called Jack, but he too only said one thing before impatiently hanging up. “Honey, save—” “Aria Collins, when will you ever stop?! Olivia already gave her birthday to you. What more do you want?!” Ethan’s movements became somewhat frantic as he went to check the victim’s left ear. I had three moles in a row on my left ear lobe. That was how he had recognized me years ago. But where the ear should have been was now bare. Both my ears had been cruelly cut off by the kidnapper. It couldn’t be, right? It must just be his imagination. Ethan reassured himself and breathed a sigh of relief. He told his assistant to record the conclusion that the victim had been brutally tortured and murdered, then walked away. Meanwhile, Jack was at the hospital, accompanying Olivia who had just been rescued from the kidnappers and was still in shock. Olivia was eating the nutritious meal Jack had personally prepared for her. Since Olivia had given her birthday to me, I had never again tasted anything Jack made himself. Jack sat by the bed, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone. He kept refreshing our chat window. He must find it strange that I hadn’t confronted him yet. Yesterday was my birthday, but he had stayed at the hospital all night to take care of Olivia out of concern for her. Based on what he knew of me, I should have been bombarding him with calls and messages by now. But at this moment, our chat window was still quietly displaying my last message from two days ago, asking if he would be home for dinner. He hadn’t replied. The call log also showed my last call to him yesterday afternoon, lasting only five seconds. “Still sulking? Olivia’s in the hospital, so I had to stay and take care of her. Can’t you be more understanding as her sister?” He sent me a message on his own initiative. Then he started refreshing the chat window again, expecting me to reply instantly. In the past, I always responded to his messages immediately. Unfortunately, it wouldn’t happen this time. He frowned, growing increasingly irritated. Olivia observed all of this. “Jack, I want you and Ethan to take me to ride the Ferris wheel at the amusement park.”

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At the product launch event, my stepson pulled off my dress in front of everyone. hat day, the trending topics were filled with photos of me trying desperately to cover myself. He smugly held up his phone: “Just a stand-in, and you think you can have both a family and a career?” “Since you’re using my mom’s eyes, you should stay home and be a servant!” The cruel comments online were hard to read, but nothing hurt more than the cold, hateful look from Asher Thompson. Twenty years ago, I had no choice when I was abducted. Twelve years ago, when my biological parents found me, I had no choice. Eight years ago, I had no choice when I was married off as a stand-in for my foster sister to Declan Thompson. But now, I want to make my own choice. I won’t continue down this path with you. 0 I quickly wrapped myself with a tablecloth, fumbling to end the live stream. Asher smirked, satisfied: “This is what you deserve for causing my mom’s death. This is your punishment!” “Letting you live without making you pay with blood is already merciful!” He was only eight years old, so it’s clear where he learned such words. I frowned and explained, “Your mother’s death had nothing to do with me.” Years ago, my foster sister Adeline Carter died in a drunk-driving accident; I wasn’t even there. Asher’s expression showed a hint of guilt. He kicked the table and stormed off, his face full of anger. In the past, I would have chased after him, patiently explaining. But now, I silently returned to my room. I didn’t expect to find all the clothes prepared for the event slashed and torn, scattered on the ground. Especially the Xiangyun silk dress ordered by a client—it was completely destroyed. The fabric was out of stock and couldn’t be quickly remade. Behind me, I heard Asher’s gleeful laughter. He held a pair of scissors, looking menacing: “Nora Carter, who told you to take my mom’s eyes?” “I want you to know what it’s like to lose something.” He plunged the scissors into a cloth doll on the table, his eyes filled with malice. I stood amidst the destruction, speechless as I watched him leave. Years ago, after being abducted for over a decade, I returned home, only to find Adeline had already won everyone’s hearts. The home I longed for was not as warm as I imagined. After her death, my mother sent me to the Thompson family. Declan’s only request was for me to bear the child for him and Adeline. At 30, I’ve never known the love of family. The child I carried for ten months and raised for eight years now sees me as an enemy. My eyes felt dry and painful; my heart seemed encased in ice. I kneeled to clean up the mess. A pair of feet stopped in front of me. Looking up, I saw Declan Thompson with his eyes downcast, sighing. His gaze was gentle, but his voice was cold and distant: “Nora, you were wrong from the start.” He extended a hand to me as if offering charity: “Asher is only eight years old; he needs your full attention.” As I stood up, the torn fabric fell again to the ground. Declan’s gaze softened, maybe pitying my futile struggle. “You should cherish Adeline’s eyes. I’ve seen you stay up late to design sketches. What if you damage her eyes?” “Take this opportunity to close your online store. I’ll help with the compensation.” His hand caressed my face, intensely staring into my eyes: “Be good. You know why I keep you around.” Of course, I understood. Because of these eyes that once belonged to Adeline Carter. Someone can love another so obsessively. Every time we were intimate, he wouldn’t let me close my eyes. Through me, he was looking at another woman. I served them wholeheartedly for eight years but never warmed their hearts. He pulled me into his embrace, his hot breath on my neck. “Nora, if you’re really lonely.” “I might allow you to give me a child.” His lips were warm and soft, landing on my cheeks and lips. Though his embrace was burning hot, I felt like I was in an ice cave. Back then, Declan didn’t want to accept me. But my mother said Adeline had frozen her eggs early, and I could be the incubator for their love child. Only then did Declan agree. Later, when he drunkenly pinned me down, his first words upon waking were: “Don’t dream of having my child; you’re not worthy.” He watched me take birth control pills again and again. Now, eight years later, faced with his rare generosity, I didn’t feel grateful. Instead, I turned my head away from his kiss. “The eight-year term is up.” “Declan Thompson, it’s time for me to leave.” 0

After the interruption, Declan’s expression turned angry: “Just because of a torn dress?” “Asher is only 8 years old; he’s still a child!” “You’re supposed to be his mother. I haven’t asked what you’ve done in these eight years to make him hate you so much. And you have the nerve to throw a tantrum?” Mother? How am I even qualified? I’m not even his lover; just a surrogate tool, something to satisfy his needs. There are too many who could replace me. Back then, he was engaged to me but fell for my foster sister Adeline. He declared that even if I was found, he would only marry her. Declan arranged a grand proposal, pledging eternal love amidst everyone’s blessings. But later, Adeline suddenly died in a drunk driving accident. My parents didn’t want to give up the alliance with the Thompson family. Seeing Declan’s deep sorrow, they came up with the plan to send me into the Thompson household. I had suffered abuse from my adoptive parents, nearly losing my sight. So my mother had Adeline’s corneas transplanted to me. Declan was obsessed with Adeline and wanted a child related to her. Because of my eyes, he agreed to take me in. We agreed that I would stay with him for eight years, raising Asher, and then I could leave. No wedding dress, no ceremony, not even a marriage certificate. From beginning to end, no one asked if I was willing. I lowered my eyes and said calmly, “I’m not throwing a tantrum.” “We agreed on eight years from the start.” “Staying with you without a name or status also delays you from finding someone new. ” Declan relaxed his brows, his tense body also easing a lot: “Nora. ” He sighed, gently coaxing: “You’re making a fuss just to get a title, right?” “If you’re obedient, this time, if you give me a son, I might consider marrying you.” “No.” As a child, I was abused by my foster parents, not even getting enough to eat. After being found, I was like air in the Carter family, just a tool for use. I’ve never been loved. How could I bear to bring a child into this world to suffer? I stepped back, taking out a prepared document from my bag. “I’ve organized all the recipes on a USB drive.” “Asher’s preferences, study progress, extracurricular arrangements, I’ve detailed everything.” “Asher has grown, and now he hates me so much. Staying would only affect his growth.” “You should find a good tutor to teach him.” Declan grabbed my chin, cracks appearing in his gentle facade: “Nora Carter, since when do you get to decide?” He took the USB drive and smashed it against the wall, shattering it, pieces scattering everywhere. His long fingers slowly tore the remaining papers. Expressionlessly, he said: “Don’t test my patience.” “For raising Asher and for your eyes, I’ll let this go.” “When you get back, close the online store. You can’t leave the house this month!” He opened the door, coldly instructing his subordinates: “Send her home immediately. Keep a close watch on her.” On the way home, we passed a park where many parents were flying kites with their children. The kites seemed to soar into the high sky, but they were always tethered by a thin string. Before being sent to the Thompson home, my mom took me to a beauty salon to undergo procedures to resemble Adeline’s face. She instructed me on all of Adeline’s preferences, including her clothing style, favorite perfume, and foods she loved. I looked at the increasingly unfamiliar reflection in the mirror. Mom stood behind me, placing a jade bracelet on my wrist: “This was Adeline’s. Wear it to remind yourself what got you into the Thompson family.” “Don’t feel wronged. The Thompson family is worth billions. Many would do anything to be by his side.” “Remember, this is your leverage to stand firm in that family.” “Once you become Mrs. Thompson, you’ll thank me.” I was obedient, mimicking Adeline’s every move. Declan was pleased with me over the years. That’s why he allowed me to start my online store and design. But a fake can never become real. Charity can be easily withdrawn. … I was just about to head upstairs. A bucket of dirty water fell from above; Asher stood on the steps, laughing wildly: “Nora Carter, does my pee smell good?” “If you don’t leave my house, next time I’ll make you eat shit, believe it or not!” Covered in filth, the servants all stood aside, watching the show. He was very proud of his prank, forgetting all the teachings I had given him. When my mom visited during my postpartum period, she said: “Even if he’s not your blood, you carried him. Raise him well, and you’ll reap good in your old age.” The moment I held the tiny baby in my arms, my heart softened completely. In the ordinary, mundane times, I had an unwarranted hope. Now, the falsehoods have ended. It’s all become empty. 0

“Stay at my house any longer, and next time, I’ll make sure you regret it!” I was covered in dirt, and the servants stood by, amused by the spectacle. He was pleased with his prank, forgetting everything I had taught him. When Mom visited during the postpartum period, she said, “Even if he’s not your flesh and blood, he’s still the child you raised.” “Raise him well, and you’ll find comfort in your old age.” When I held the tiny baby in my arms, my heart melted completely. In those ordinary moments, I allowed myself hopes I shouldn’t have. Now, the illusion has shattered, leaving nothing but emptiness. 03 I clenched my fists, looking up at him: “Asher Thompson, don’t underestimate small misdeeds. Have you forgotten already?” Then I saw a woman, scantily dressed, lazily emerge from Declan Thompson’s room: “Nora, Asher is still young. It’s normal for him to be a bit mischievous. Don’t be too harsh.” Asher immediately leaped into her arms: “Aunt Rosalie, you’re the only one who’s good to me. You have no idea what I’ve endured these years.” “I heard after she was abducted, she lived in a pigsty every day. No wonder she always smells bad!” “Not like Aunt Rosalie, who’s always fragrant and soft.” My heart tightened. Back then, I rarely had a full meal at my foster parents’ house, and my health was always poor. Even at the Thompson house, I fell ill frequently. Declan Thompson disliked me, and the servants at home didn’t treat me well. Only little Asher Thompson would sneak into my room at night, stuffing handfuls of candy into my hands. “Aunt Nora, eat this. Candy will make the pain go away.” His tiny hand covered the scars on my body, and in his childish yet determined voice, he said, “When I grow up, I’ll beat up the bad guys for you!” Back then, how could I have imagined that the little one who promised to protect me would grow into a blade that hurts me? The onlooking servants didn’t bother to lower their voices: “Didn’t they say she was making a fuss about leaving? How does she have the face to come back?” “Ha, she’s just trying to pressure Young Master Aiden into marrying her. Don’t you get her little scheme?” “Young Master Aiden never planned to marry her. Her mother practically forced her here. Not even asking for a title, and she’s been with him for eight years. If it were my daughter, I’d have broken her legs and thrown her out.” Rosalie Summers is supposedly Declan Thompson’s secretary, but she’s really his kept woman. She looked at me with a mocking smile: “Nora, holding onto something that doesn’t belong to you is exhausting.” I lowered my gaze and ignored her. As I was heading upstairs, the door suddenly opened. Mom walked in, her face turning cold at the sight of me. “Why do you look like such a mess?” She pushed me into a room to clean up. Through the bathroom door, her voice sounded all too real: “Nora, it’s enough to throw a little tantrum. Do you really think you’re Adeline Carter, threatening Declan Thompson with leaving?” “How can you be so foolish, letting some outsider outdo you so easily?” Seeing my continued silence, she yanked open the bathroom door. Water sprayed down, blurring the line between tears and water on my face. “Mom, but I’m not doing well.” Mom paused, and I wrapped a towel around myself, walking past her. She grabbed my wrist and slapped me hard. “Nora, are you awake now?” “Understand your position. Without Declan Thompson, you have no education or skills. How will you survive?” I covered my face, tears streaming down. Seeing my unresponsive state, Mom softened her tone, reaching for my hand: “Nora, what mother doesn’t care for her child? I’m doing this for your own good.” “Your dad’s company relies on the Thompson family’s support to stay afloat. Our family just bought a villa, and there’s still a few million in loans to repay.” “Your brother and sister-in-law are about to have their third child. It’s a time when money is needed. If you offend Declan Thompson now, are you trying to send our whole family to ruin?” “Asher is just a kid, no matter how harsh his words. Deep down, he must still remember your kindness. You’ve taken care of him for eight years. Even if you raised a dog, there’d be feelings. Just coax him well, and he’ll surely come around.” When disappointment reaches its peak, the heart no longer feels pain. Deep down, I knew she never truly loved me. But after being abducted and harshly treated by my foster parents, I clung to memories of my birth mother holding me. Thinking of it often enough, it became a faint glimmer of light. But falsehood is still falsehood. When I let go of my obsession and burst this illusory bubble, the hidden grim reality emerged. I pulled out the suitcase I had long prepared. “Mom, I’ve never had a choice in my life.” “But now, I want to make a choice for myself.” “I won’t accompany you on the road ahead.” I yanked open the door. Declan Thompson stood there, his brows furrowed, eyes simmering with barely contained anger: “Who gave you permission to leave?” I’m sorry, but it seems that the text to be translated was not provided. Could you please provide the text for translation? 04 He massaged his temples, as if dealing with an unruly pet. Half-heartedly, he tried to reason with me: “Why are you suddenly being so stubborn? Apart from your parents, there’s your brother, sister-in-law, and their two kids. Where would you even stay if you went back?”

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The criminal tortured me to death while my father, a leading detective, and my mother, the chief forensic pathologist, were with my sister Lydia at her competition. A criminal that my dad had once apprehended sought revenge by cutting out my tongue and using my phone to call him. My dad said just one thing before hanging up: “Whatever happens, Lydia’s competition is the priority today!” The criminal laughed bitterly, “Seems like I kidnapped the wrong person. I thought they’d care more about their own flesh and blood!” At the crime scene, my parents were horrified by the gruesome condition of the body, angrily condemning the killer’s brutality. Yet, they didn’t realize that the person who died such a tragic death was their own daughter. …… My body was discovered in an abandoned building. Construction workers, unable to stop vomiting, called the police. My parents rushed from Nora’s celebration to the crime scene. The forensic specialist frowned, signaling them to put on masks. Dad, a top detective, and Mom, the best forensic pathologist in the city, had seen many crime scenes, but even they were shaken when they saw the body. In the sweltering summer heat, the body had swelled like a giant. The face was smashed beyond recognition, making identification impossible. Covered in bruises, the head was barely attached to the neck. The severely decomposed body emitted a nauseating stench. Mom closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and put on gloves to begin the preliminary examination. Her eyes showed a pity that I had never received from her in life. I watched uneasily as she removed the blood-stained ring from my hand. I had made identical rings for my family, but because it didn’t fit Nora, my parents had scolded me. “All you do is cause trouble, deliberately picking on your sister!” “Lydia, even though you are our biological daughter, Nora has been with us for eighteen years. She will always be more important than you!” Even though their angry words still echoed in my ears, I believed my parents still loved me. Surely, they would recognize the gift I gave them! But Mom just unemotionally signaled her assistant to put the ring into an evidence bag. I shouldn’t have expected anything. In my parents’ hearts, I never existed, even though I am their biological daughter. My brother said our parents adopted Nora because they couldn’t find me after I was taken. They still loved me the most. But when I returned home, there was no place for me anymore. I felt like an intruder. After examining the crime scene, Dad sighed and asked Mom, “What’s the situation with this body?” Mom took off her gloves, rubbing her furrowed brow, “The deceased is estimated to be around 20 years old. Preliminary cause of death is a throat cut, after prolonged torture.” “The method is extremely cruel, and the social impact is severe. We need to solve the case quickly before public opinion escalates.” My dad lit a cigarette, taking a deep drag as if he was troubled. Even in death, I seemed to be causing more trouble for my parents. The forensic specialist reminded, “The killer hasn’t been caught. Remind your family to be careful. You have two girls at home; don’t let them go out at night.” Mom said impatiently, “Nora is always obedient, but I can’t control Lydia.” The forensic specialist, an old classmate of my parents, naturally knew our family’s situation. Dad was rubbing his right shoulder. The forensic specialist noticed and asked, “Old Lin, is your shoulder acting up again?” Dad waved it off, “It’s nothing, just using the patch Lydia bought…” Saying this, he froze. The so-called disobedient daughter cared deeply for their health. The forensic specialist patted Dad on the back, “Be kinder to Lydia. After all, she’s your biological daughter.” Dad shook his head, “The other day, Nora’s tennis match was coming up, and she kept asking Lydia to watch. But she didn’t even answer her phone. Nora was so disappointed she only got third place.” “Lydia hasn’t been home for days. Who knows if she’s dead somewhere? It’s not the same raising someone else’s child.” Listening to my parents’ accusations, I felt like I was plunged into an icy cave. Mom and Dad, it’s not that I don’t want to come home. I just can’t anymore. The ungrateful child you speak of died the day you accompanied Nora to her tennis match. My body is right in front of you.

At the case discussion, after hearing Mom’s autopsy report, the officers present had solemn expressions. Because of my horrific death, facial recognition was impossible. The abandoned building where my body was dumped wasn’t the first crime scene, making it much harder to solve. Dad instructed his officers to search for suspicious individuals near the location where my body was found. “Please have the forensic team examine the body again to see if there’s anything new. Send the extracted DNA to the lab as soon as possible,” Dad told Mom before rushing off with his team. My parents seemed to care more for the corpse than for me. Mom once caressed Nora’s hair, saying forensic work gives a voice to the dead, a noble profession. I remember Nora nodding in agreement, only to wipe her hair in disgust when Mom turned away. That time, I slapped Nora, but Dad punished me by shaving my head. Now, Mom gently touched my hair, whispering, “To die so tragically, the family must be heartbroken.” I smirked bitterly. My family would probably be happy about my death. Maybe only my brother would be a little sad. Mom’s gloved hand ran across my back. There were large burn scars from when I was kidnapped. When I was brought home, Mom was both surprised and displeased, “What happened to your back? It’s disgusting. Don’t scare Nora.” Could Mom have recognized me through these scars? I bit my lip nervously, sweating at the temple. But the next second, Mom casually said, “These aren’t from this time.” The assistant suddenly exclaimed, “Sister Zhang, there’s a piece of paper in the victim’s stomach!” Mom’s eyes widened, sighing softly, “It’s been corroded by stomach acid. Let’s see if the forensic department can analyze it later.” Her phone suddenly rang—it was Nora’s favorite song. Mom took off her gloves, hurrying to the hallway, speaking in the gentlest voice, “Sweetheart, what’s up? Mommy’s working.” “Tomorrow? Really?” Mom paused, then promised, “Dad and I will definitely be there to cheer you on. Your brother is away on a business trip and can’t make it.” Nora’s playful voice echoed in my ears, “Love you, Mom! I still hope Lydia can come watch my match. With her encouragement, I’ll definitely win.” “Even if she doesn’t want to come, it’s understandable. After all, I’ve been hogging your and Dad’s love for so many years.” Though she and I never got along, Nora loved to put on a show of sisterly affection in front of our parents. Based on past experience, Mom was probably about to scold me again. Sure enough, Mom’s voice rose, “You’re Dad’s and my darling. Lydia is nothing! Stealing from the family and bullying you behind our backs, she’s not fit to be my daughter.” “Don’t worry, even if she breaks her leg, I’ll make sure she wheels herself to watch your match!” Nora laughed sweetly, “Dad called me today, reminding me to be safe. Mom, if you have time, remind Lydia too.” “Take care of yourself. As long as Lydia doesn’t die in front of me, who cares where she goes to mess around?” Mom always spoke with disdain when mentioning me. Maybe it’s because the daughter they found had been raised poorly, not meeting their standards. After they found me, they never even bothered to change my last name. To them, their only daughter was Nora. While they worried about Nora’s safety, no one remembered I was their biological daughter. If they knew the reason for my death, I wonder how they would react. After all, my death was orchestrated by Nora, and it involved them too.

Gently telling Nora to rest early, Mom received a call from my brother. “Nolan, when will you finish your business trip? Your sister is waiting for you to watch her match!” Mom asked before my brother could speak. The day I was brought back home, my parents were comforting a crying Nora, but only my brother took my hand, telling me not to be afraid. The only warmth I felt at home came from him. My brother was taken aback on the other end of the line, “Is it Lydia’s math competition? Isn’t that next month…” Mom, annoyed, interrupted, “Lydia, Lydia! Nora is the sister you’ve spent years with! I’ve told you countless times, Lydia was raised poorly outside. She’s not fit to be part of our family.” My brother sighed, seemingly unable to understand Mom’s hostility towards me, “Mom, you shouldn’t always believe everything Nora says. Lydia is kind and hardworking. If you paid more attention to her, you would see that.” “I just tried calling Lydia. She didn’t answer, and she hasn’t replied to my messages from days ago. Isn’t she home?” Mom scoffed, coldly saying, “Her legs are her own. Do you expect me to tie her down? I suspect she’s out messing around again. Tomorrow is Nora’s tennis match. If you can’t make it, fine.” Pausing, she added harshly, “Tell Lydia if she doesn’t come to watch Nora’s tennis match tomorrow, she shouldn’t bother coming back. It’s better without her in the house anyway!” Ignoring my brother’s attempts to defend me, she hung up the phone coldly. Dad returned with his team, seeing Mom’s displeased expression, and asked, “Is the body giving you a hard time?” Mom shook her head, complaining, “It’s Lydia again, probably calling Nolan to complain. Now her brother is playing this disappearance game with her.” I paused for a moment, and My mom sharply remarked, “Tell Lydia to stop playing dead or vanishing. If she doesn’t attend Nora’s tennis match tomorrow, she should never come back. Frankly, it’s better without her at home!” Ignoring My brother’s attempts to defend me on the other end of the call, she hung up the phone coldly. Dad returned with his team and noticed My mom’s displeasure. Curious, he asked, “Is the case giving you trouble?” Mom shook her head, complaining, “It’s Lydia again. She’s probably complaining to Nolan, and now Her brother is playing disappearing games with her.” Dad sighed deeply, frustrated. “They know we’re busy with work, yet they pull these unnecessary stunts. So immature! I’ll call her and set things straight!” But no matter how many times he tried, the calls went unanswered. “Rebellious daughter, it’s almost better if she doesn’t come back. All she does is cause trouble!” The forensic specialist, who had been listening, sighed, “Remember when Little Lydia was abducted, and you both took a year off to find her? How did it come to this, where now that she’s back, it’s like she’s an enemy?” I couldn’t help but press my lips together, a bitterness rising within me. Because the one they found and brought back was me, an awkward, timid country girl. When I was found at fifteen, in the grand living room, my Parents were comforting a sobbing Nora patiently. I stood there awkwardly in patched-up clothes, staring down at the rubber shoes with a toe poking out. When Nora saw me, she stopped crying and asked with feigned innocence, “Who’s this little beggar?” My Parents’ faces darkened instantly, but not because of Nora. It was because I wasn’t the Daughter they had imagined. “Officer Lin, Medical Examiner Blake, I’ve checked the records. There have been no reports of missing persons in recent days,” an Officer approached with the report. “A Daughter goes missing and the family doesn’t even notice. Could it be their relationship is bad?” “Are there really Parents like that? Not caring about their kid at all!” Hearing the whispers around me, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sadness. The weight of sorrow enveloped me, making it hard to breathe. My Parents would feel for the deceased’s parents who didn’t report their child missing in time. But they never considered if I was safe during the days I was gone. Back when I was abducted, they even left work to find me. Now they suspect my disappearance is just a stunt to get their attention. Maybe from the start, when I was found, I shouldn’t have returned to the Lin household. This was Nora’s home, not mine. The years my Parents cared about me were long occupied by Nora. The affection and love that should have been mine would never tilt toward me again. My mom handed the acid-corroded paper to the forensic specialist. She rubbed her sore back, sighing as she spoke to Dad, “I hope this paper brings some results. Did you remind Little Nora to lock the doors?” Dad nodded gravely, hesitating before speaking, “Wife, what if something really happened to Lydia? She’s not answering, and Nolan hasn’t responded either. Should I have someone investigate…?” My mom interrupted, annoyed, “Enough! Don’t you know her by now? She’s hiding, waiting for us to find her! It’s not the first time she’s done this.” “She just doesn’t want to go to Nora’s game. By tomorrow, she’ll be calling us in tears to apologize.” The last time I went missing, it was during summer break when Nora locked me in the school bathroom. The school was empty during the holidays; no one could hear my cries for help. I exerted all my strength to climb out, filthy and with a twisted ankle, and walked home. What awaited me was Dad’s large palm and My mom’s scolding. “Nora said she saw you go to a motel with some thug? How did I raise such a shameless thing like you!” I couldn’t defend myself, only watch as Nora secretly smirked in triumph. My brother applied ointment for me, gently advising, “It’s not that Mom and Dad don’t love you; they just don’t know how to relate to you.” But I knew that compared to the smart and clever Nora, I, who wasn’t articulate, would never receive my Parents’ attention. The scales of affection always tip toward the one they love more. Sadly, that person isn’t me. If I were still alive, I would be the one making nourishing soups for them to take to the station when work kept them from coming home. But unfortunately, this time, I can’t appear and apologize as my Parents expect. After all, I’m just a dead person. The forensic results came out quickly; the paper was a receipt. The killer, in contempt, forced the paper into my mouth, making me swallow it: “Bought this for your Parents? They’d probably just throw it in the trash.” Dad, puzzled, asked, “Where is this place?” The forensic specialist hesitated, then said, “I checked. It’s a place that sells charms and blessing bags.” When my Parents and other Officers entered the shop, the shopkeeper jumped in surprise. She took the tattered receipt, looked at the numbers in the upper right corner, and flipped through the orders. “A young girl came to buy it some time ago, said it was for her Parents because their work is dangerous.” “But she never came to pick it up, and there was no answer when we called.” Saying this, the shopkeeper took out two red blessing bags, whispering, “The words ‘peace and joy, long life’ are on them, symbolizing safety and longevity.” Dad took the blessing bags, sighed, and asked, “Do you still have the surveillance footage from then?” The shopkeeper nodded, “The girl was very quiet, took a long time choosing the style for her Parents’ blessing bags. I remember her clearly.” But when the footage played, all the Officers present fell silent. My mom swallowed hard, staring at the screen, “Why does this girl look so much like Lydia?” The shopkeeper heard this and said, “Lydia? That’s the name on the order!” Dad’s expression wasn’t good either, trying to remain calm, “Maybe it’s just someone with the same name. Lydia must be hiding, laughing at us somewhere!” “Shopkeeper, are you in cahoots with Lydia, daring to mess with the police?” The phone suddenly rang, and My mom answered shakily, “Little Lee?” The examination department’s voice was urgent: “Sister Blake, we have the DNA test results of the deceased.” I’m sorry, but it seems there isn’t any specific Chinese text given for translation. Could you please provide the text you’d like translated? 5 My mom seemed to sense something was wrong. She clutched Dad’s arm, her nails pressing into his skin. “The deceased is your daughter, Lydia.”

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In my previous life, after adopting a seemingly innocent black cat, my Daughter’s behavior changed drastically, becoming excessively obedient. But soon after, our family business collapsed, and my Husband died in an accident. As I tried to uncover the truth, I was pushed off the twentieth floor. On my deathbed, my Daughter, who was always so well-behaved, pulled out my oxygen tube and laughed maniacally, “This body is mine now!” I died there, only to discover that my Daughter’s life had been exchanged with the cat’s. When I opened my eyes again, I was faced with those familiar, greedy black cat eyes. “Mom, it’s so pitiful. Can we keep it?” my Daughter asked. I shook my head firmly and pushed it away, “This treacherous cat is not welcome in our home.” “You can’t be serious! This cat is blind and injured, and you still kicked it?” My neighbor rolled her eyes at me and called to the black cat, “Mimi, come here, I’ve got a treat for you.” But the cat ignored her, meowing pitifully at my Daughter. My Daughter paused and looked back at me, confused. She couldn’t understand why her usually supportive mother was saying “no” today. The black cat stared at me with its piercing eyes, tugging at my Daughter’s skirt. I could almost see the longing and jealousy in its eyes. “This cat is so smart, it’s like it can understand human speech,” someone passing by commented. My Daughter Phoebe heard this and became even more attached to the Little Black Cat. She crouched down to shake hands with it. “Wow, it really seems to understand human speech! I said shake, and it shook. I said sit, and it sat.” “Mom, it only listens to me. This must mean we’re meant to be together! Please let me adopt it,” she pleaded. “Anyway, one more cat in the shelter won’t make a difference…” But I remembered the last life, that grotesque mix of viscera and bones. Rage boiled up inside me. Being cooked alive—how painful must that have been? I didn’t dare to imagine. With red-rimmed eyes, I pushed the cat away and held my Daughter tightly. “Sweetheart, in our home, you’re the only little darling we cherish.” “Those cats, you can only care for them in your spare time…” But never at the cost of your life! My Daughter took my serious tone seriously. She tilted her head, pondering. I shooed away the onlookers. The black cat cried woefully outside the door, refusing to be taken by anyone else. My Daughter felt sympathy, “But it’s so small; what if it starves outside?” Phoebe, sharing my last name, was always more empathetic than other kids. Even with that gambling ex-husband of mine, despite the domestic violence, she thought he might have his reasons. She had the potential to be a saint. Thankfully, there was one thing she couldn’t figure out on her own, but she listened to me enough. “Mom can’t fully explain yet why we can’t keep that Little Black Cat.” “But look at it, with just a few meows, it charmed everyone else, making it seem like only we two are the heartless villains!” “And since it can meow so coyly, surely someone will adopt it. You don’t need to worry unnecessarily.” My Daughter was temporarily convinced. After dinner, she sneaked out to check, and seeing no cat, she breathed a sigh of relief and slipped back inside. I pretended not to notice. But I thought to myself, it seems I still need to teach her about the darker sides of human and cat nature. Two days later, my Daughter couldn’t bear it anymore and begged for understanding. “Mom, where do all these bad people and bad cats come from? And Little Black is so amazing, it even caught fish for me to eat!” She blurted out excitedly, and when she saw my face darken, she belatedly covered her mouth. “Oops, Phoebe accidentally let it slip…” I was filled with anxiety when suddenly, I heard persistent meowing outside the door. So, I hadn’t been imagining things at night. Despite all my precautions, it still got close to my Daughter. What would it do next? Was it going to swap my Daughter’s life again?! I quickly called the Stray Cat Rescue Center and sent it out of the province. Half a month later, while taking out the trash, I stumbled upon something. “Oh dear, poor thing. Even if you don’t want to keep it, don’t abuse it! Look at all its wounds, it’s still bleeding,” a neighbor returning with groceries saw the scene and immediately scolded. My Daughter was doing her homework inside, but upon hearing this, she immediately dropped her pen and rushed out. Seeing the red on the tip of my shoe, she couldn’t believe it. “Mom, didn’t you always say you hate violence the most? How could you be so harsh on a small animal?” Her disappointment pierced my heart. Even the meowing behind me seemed to mock my helplessness against it. How can one argue with a cat? Especially when everyone around sides with the “weak Kitty.” I couldn’t defend myself, even if I checked the surveillance; it was just one intentional or unintentional kick. In the end, I had to pay for its care and repeatedly warned the vet at the clinic, “It has a rage disorder. All its injuries are from family members of the people it’s harmed. Make sure to lock it up tightly to prevent it from escaping and hurting others again!” “Or find it a mate; maybe if it gets pregnant, it’ll become gentle.” My Daughter looked at me with a strange expression, “Mom, you…” I covered her mouth. “Sweetheart, I’ll explain everything once we’re home.” It seemed impossible not to talk it out. She didn’t understand the seriousness of the situation! Amidst the cat’s miserable cries, my Daughter kept looking back. I felt like the evil Queen Mother tearing apart the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, judged by everyone’s eyes along the way. At the Cat Shelter’s entrance, even the neighbor across the street eyed me suspiciously. “Stop lying. I’ve checked the surveillance. You deliberately pretended not to see, aggravating the poor little cat’s injuries…” “Maybe you’re the Heartless Widow who’s been abusing the neighborhood’s cats and dogs!” “I’ll keep watching you, never letting you harm them again!” Neighbors surrounded me, pointing fingers. My Daughter felt utterly ashamed. She stomped her foot and ran inside. “That’s not true!” In the end, she still believed in me, her birth mother. I felt somewhat comforted and went to the community security to get a copy of the surveillance footage to clear my name. After all, they couldn’t just say black was white, right? My Daughter still had to attend elementary school in the community. “Ms. Harper, the surveillance backup has encountered some issues and has been overwritten. Maybe you could ask the neighbors if they happened to have recorded anything?” I didn’t expect things to become so difficult. Normally, most people would ignore a stray cat. Handling it should be simple. Yet now, I’ve got fur all over me, and my reputation’s tarnished. Right, after all, that’s an unknown evil thing… At my doorstep, a volunteer from the Animal Protection Society reached out to stop me. “Hello, we’ve received a report that you are suspected of privately abusing stray cats, Ms. Harper. Please cooperate with our investigation. ” I laughed out of anger, pointing at the yard full of well-kept, glossy cats. “Fine, investigate! If there’s one injury, I’ll accept the penalty!” The final investigation concluded with no issues. But the Mommy Neighbor couldn’t stand my composure, showing an edited surveillance video as evidence. A piercing “meow” sealed my fate. My Daughter watched as her Kitty friends were taken away, her heart breaking. “Waa… Mom, I hate you!” She ran away in a panic. I searched all night, not daring to close my eyes, fearing nightmares about my Daughter’s countless tragic deaths. The next day, a nightmare came true. My Daughter brought the cat back, refusing to speak to me out of spite. “Sweetheart, can we not keep cats for now?” I tried to negotiate, noticing a bit of Snowy tucked inside her jacket, feeling slightly relieved. But my Daughter held the Kitty tighter, “No, right now, I only have Little Black… Little White, and I can’t lose it again! Otherwise, everyone will think I made up having cat friends…” She rarely had her own opinion, but she was stubborn about the Kitty. I sighed, using my advantage as an adult to snatch up the white cat with the scent of disinfectant. I pulled her into the master bedroom. “Phoebe, I can’t hide it from you any longer.” Worried, I looked into my Daughter’s innocent eyes and chose my words carefully. “Actually, that Little Black Cat from yesterday, I’ve seen it somewhere else before…” I claimed I saw a cat with the same injuries and sweet meowing on a business trip. “…Later, the family that adopted it all died horribly, not a single one left!” “Mom, is this a story?” My Daughter blinked, glancing outside, “But it’s not night yet. And I’m grown up now, I’m not afraid of ghost stories.” I held back my fear, torn between telling her everything from my past life and fearing it would scare her young mind. Seeing her hand on the door handle, clearly thinking about the pure white cat in the living room, I panicked. I squatted down, hugging her tightly, whispering, “Anyway, what Mom said is all true. I’m really scared that you’ll be harmed by the cat…” “Sweetheart, please listen to Mom, don’t think about that Little Black Cat anymore. Let it leave with someone who can care for it better, okay?” Phoebe, with her back to me, tangled her little fingers in confusion. I only heard a muffled nod. “Okay…” I wanted to share everything about my past life with her, but I feared it might overwhelm her young heart. I watched as my Daughter reached for the doorknob, obviously thinking about the pure white cat in the living room. I became anxious. I knelt down and hugged her tightly, whispering softly. “Everything Mommy tells you is true. I’m genuinely afraid the cat might harm you…” “Sweetheart, please listen to Mommy. Let’s not think about that Little Black Cat anymore. Let it go to someone who can take better care of it, okay?” Phoebe had her back to me, and I couldn’t see her fidgeting fingers. I only heard her quietly nod. “Mm…” She blinked repeatedly, her gaze wandering aimlessly. I prepared breakfast for my Daughter and only felt relieved after watching her enter kindergarten. “Huh?” I thought I saw a black-and-white tail retract near the zipper of her backpack. It confused me. Upon closer inspection, it was just a new fluffy accessory she had. I rubbed my eyes, realizing maybe I was just tired from not sleeping all night. I turned and headed to work. At noon, I called the Vet Clinic I’d been in touch with earlier, sending a client with a signed certificate over. “That cat is dark with green eyes. Just keep it locked inside your house.” “If it can’t catch mice, I’ll send you another one!” Thinking of their family’s excellent skills, I figured there wouldn’t be any major issues. After all, even creatures respect strength. But at 5 PM, I checked messages on my Phone. “This Little Black Cat seems clueless, not as clever as you described…” The client who went on this errand wasn’t satisfied, as mentioned in Instant Messaging. I opened the photo she sent. The eyes of the black cat in the picture looked completely unfamiliar. It was a feeling I couldn’t describe. My heart raced with anxiety. In the parent group of my Daughter’s class, other parents and the Homeroom Teacher were repeatedly tagging me. “Ms. Harper, are you being responsible?” “Why did you let your daughter bring a stray cat to school? It’s scratched my Daughter. What are you going to do about it?” I rushed to the Community Elementary School. I grabbed the Homeroom Teacher, asking, “What’s happening? Where is my Daughter now?!” The Homeroom Teacher was also at a loss. “Well… I saw her in the first two classes, but after free activities, um, don’t worry, I’ll check the surveillance and ask the security at the front and back gates.” I was anxious, surrounded by a group of parents demanding an explanation. I was on the verge of breaking down and suddenly shouted. “Enough, stop it! If anyone needs to go to the hospital, just go. We’ll discuss any issues later. I don’t have time for this right now!!” Maybe it’s because I’ve managed the Taylor Group alone for the past few years, making me more assertive. Or maybe I did have a point—the priority, after all, is the children. The parents with kids scratched by the cat quickly left to get vaccines. Others still wanted to argue with me. I redirected them all to my nearly all-capable Assistant. I questioned the kids one by one. I asked if they noticed anything unusual about my Daughter this afternoon. They couldn’t say for sure, only mentioning that the cat had a strong, pungent smell. “Yeah, like the smell Mommy sometimes brings back from the salon!” “And the little cat had a bandage on its hind legs.” “By the way, the Little Black and White Cat’s scratches really hurt. It’s fierce, not gentle like it sounds.” “But it can count, super impressive!” I spotted a cat hair on one child’s clothes. Seeing the black and white pattern, and hearing familiar praises for the Kitty, I suddenly broke down. “Damn it, could it really be it?!” “Why?! Why won’t it leave our family alone?!” The Phone slipped from my hand as my Assistant continued to report. “It turns out… last night the young lady went to the Dry Cleaner. The bleaching agent on the coat matches the one on your sofa. Also, the Little Black Cat was switched…” The Homeroom Teacher rushed over with her Phone, looking relieved. “Don’t worry, someone saw your Daughter with Snowy, and she called a man Daddy.” “It’s only been an hour, she should be safe.” But I felt even more hopeless, collapsing to the ground in despair. “But he killed my Mom and Dad seven years ago!” With my Daughter now with two murderers, can she really come back safe and sound?! 5 In the hospital, everyone was struck silent. Anyone with even a basic understanding of criminal psychology knows that a murderer’s second crime is often more brutal than the first. Many have heard of that Gambler Arson Case from back then.

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I had been loved and hated by my husband for five years. After our seventh breakup, he flaunted his new girlfriend at various high-profile events. I didn’t cry or make a scene. I just calmly observed the girl’s face, which was 90% similar to mine before the accident. The first breakup happened because that girl’s eyes resembled mine. The second breakup was due to her mouth being similar to mine. The third was because of her figure. I understood him. Gabriel was a perfectionist. He spent five whole years trying to recreate the pre-accident version of me. And this was the seventh time. He had managed to piece together my pre-accident appearance, but he could never piece together my shattered heart. I didn’t wait for Gabriel’s seventh attempt at reconciliation. I quietly disappeared from his world. But later, he knelt in a crowded square, begging me to give him one more chance. The light from Gabriel’s phone screen scattered in the bedroom as he watched a woman giving an acceptance speech. His gaze held an adoration he hadn’t even noticed himself. I turned over, catching a glimpse of the familiar necklace around her neck on the screen. It was the diamond necklace passed down through generations in my family, the proof of love I had once given to Gabriel with my own hands. Now, it was once again adorning another woman’s neck. Gabriel turned off the screen, his voice low and gentle: “Did I wake you?” I shook my head, pulling the covers down to bury my face further. Gabriel gently patted my back, a tender smile on his lips: “Go back to sleep, I’m here with you.” I knew his momentary tenderness wasn’t for me, just a lingering effect from earlier. He hated me. He hated that I had saved him, leaving behind a scarred, overmedicated version of myself with a changed figure. No matter how hard he tried to hide it, he couldn’t mask the disgust in his eyes when he looked at me. My hand touched the scars on my cheek. Burned by the fierce fire, uneven scars were etched into my skin. A bitter smile flickered across my numb heart. This was the seventh time. I was all too familiar with this routine. The unfamiliar perfume, the sudden departures in the middle of the night… In my hazy state, he removed his hand from my back and quietly left the bedroom. Standing on the balcony, he made a call. A clear, lively voice came through the phone, piercing my ears: “Gabriel, did you see my award ceremony?” He chuckled softly, his voice full of affection: “I did. That necklace suits you well.” His gentle laughter was like a thorny rose vine, strangling my heart while its thorns pierced deep. Soft laughter echoed from the other end of the line as well. It turns out that this kind of pain, even after experiencing it so many times, doesn’t completely numb you. It still stings. By the time the pillow had lost its warmth, he finally bid Tessa goodnight, reluctantly. His hand, chilled by the night breeze, brushed my hair aside. He lay back down, holding me a bit tighter than before. I heard him murmuring: “Aria, I love you so much, so so much…” The love he professed over and over didn’t seem directed at me. It was as if he was weaving a cage to trap my heart, stripping away my last shred of dignity and self-respect. I slowly opened my eyes: “I love you too, very very much.” But I want to give up now. Gabriel smiled and lowered his head slightly, holding me tighter. I heard my own voice, tired and hoarse: “Gabriel, can I have a goodnight kiss?” Even though I knew it was too much to ask, I still couldn’t help but clutch his collar in the darkness. If only Gabriel would give me just one kiss, I’d be willing to wait for him one more time. Even if I knew it was fake, even if, even if a kiss didn’t mean anything. But please, Gabriel. Don’t let my heart die so quickly. Gabriel just smiled and let go of me, ruffling my hair: “I have to go to the office for some overtime work. Wait for me to come back, okay?” My fingers, which had been gripping his collar, loosened helplessly. In the darkness, he couldn’t see my tears. I listened to the door close and the car start up and drive away downstairs. Gabriel, I think I can’t find a reason to keep loving you anymore. I’m too tired.

When I woke up again, the pillow was still damp. The trending topics on my phone were all about Tessa Taylor winning the Best Actress award. The title of “Little Aria Moore” was no longer mentioned by anyone. Similarly, no one would mention the name Aria Moore anymore. Gabriel, who had gone to work overtime last night, unsurprisingly appeared at the wrap party for the little girl’s new drama. Photos of them with their faces close together, making heart shapes with their hands, or kissing with just a piece of paper between them – these ambiguous poses were nothing new. Gabriel would always do this, openly displaying his love. As for me, his secret wife who had been divorced seven times, no one cared anymore. I caressed the screen, looking at Tessa’s face that was 90% similar to my past self, and couldn’t help but sigh. If my face hadn’t been burned, perhaps I could have had a shot at that Best Actress crown too. But now, I’ll never have that chance again. Do I regret it? Not really. No matter how many times I could go back, I would still rush into that fire without hesitation to drag Gabriel out, shielding him with my body during the explosion. But if you ask me if I have absolutely no regrets, that would be a lie. At least everything will be over soon. At the hospital, I still asked the same old question: “Is there really no chance for my face to recover?” “I’ve already had skin grafts, but there are still scars…” The doctor’s brow furrowed as he listened to me ramble on about the current defects on my face. Skin, eye size, symmetry of the left and right sides of the face, eyebrows… Finally, after a long silence, the doctor adjusted his glasses: “Miss Moore, I understand how you feel, but the chances of recovery are very slim now…” “You might need to visit the psychology department to help alleviate some of your psychological stress.” I was stunned. I hadn’t expected the doctor to say something like that. The doctor turned the mirror towards me, and I instinctively averted my gaze, not daring to look at the scars on my body. I fled from the office like I was escaping. As I was going downstairs, I bumped into Gabriel with his arm around Tessa’s waist on the second floor of the obstetrics and gynecology department. I touched my abdomen and met Gabriel’s gaze. Once upon a time, Gabriel and I had a child too. The fire that took away my beauty also robbed me of my right to be a mother. Gabriel calmly shifted his gaze, as if he had seen a stranger of no importance. Tears welled up in my eyes. I could only silently pull my hat down further, blocking my view. Tessa, supported by Gabriel, walked into the elevator and stood next to me. I tried my best to lean into the corner, listening to the two of them flirting back and forth. The sweetness in Tessa’s voice was almost overflowing: “The doctor said our baby is very healthy. What should we name it when it’s born?” Gabriel replied without hesitation: “Let’s call it Miles. When he grows up, he’ll go far. Miles Harrison.” I widened my eyes in shock and looked over at him. This name was clearly the one I had chosen for our unborn child back then. Now, it was to be given to another child. I bit my lip, trying hard to hold back my tears. Tessa’s gaze flickered between me and him, a smile playing on her lips: “Are you here for a prenatal check-up too, sister?” She turned towards me, taking my hand and placing it on her still-flat abdomen. It was warm, with no movement yet, but enough to make me envious. Suddenly, Tessa let out a sharp scream, yanking my hand away and shrinking into Gabriel’s arms: “How could you be so cruel as to press on my belly!” “Just because you’re jealous that I’m having a baby doesn’t mean you can hurt me like this. This is the most precious child of me and my husband.” I was startled for a moment, staring blankly at Gabriel: “No… I didn’t…” He frowned, his expression barely concealing his anger as he held Tessa protectively in his arms. Tessa burst into tears almost instantly, burying her face in Gabriel’s chest. Gabriel forcefully pressed the button for the nearest floor, glaring at me ominously. His voice turned cold and distant: “A vicious woman like you doesn’t deserve to have her own child.” Something in my heart seemed to collapse with a crash. I didn’t even notice when Gabriel left, shielding the young woman. It wasn’t until I got home that I received a text from Gabriel: [Sorry, I was a bit out of line earlier.] [Things aren’t what you think. I’ll explain when I get back.] My fingers were still trembling, my heart felt squeezed and breathless, the jumping text before my eyes appeared blurred, soaked by tears. In the end, I didn’t reply to the message. What does it matter if Gabriel dates his current girlfriend or goes for prenatal check-ups? What does it have to do with me, his ex-wife? The house was eerily quiet, endless loneliness engulfing me. It wasn’t until late at night that Gabriel returned, startled when he turned on the lights and saw me. He handed me a sickeningly sweet cream cake, his voice gentle and concerned: “I bought you a little treat.” I stared at the cake in my hand, stunned for a moment. He had forgotten that ever since my figure changed, cake was the thing I hated most. It was also something he had never cared about. “Why aren’t you asleep yet? Still angry?” Gabriel picked me up and carried me to the bed, his voice low and gentle, once again becoming my attentive husband. I no longer had the energy to answer him, pulling the covers over myself and mumbling a perfunctory ‘no’. He lowered his head and kissed the tip of my ear in the darkness: “Goodnight.”

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After I Chose to Marry the Country Boy, My Three Rich Fiancés Were Devastated I’m the true daughter of the Sinclair family, brought back from a small town. To make up for lost time, my father specially gave me three fiancé candidates to choose from. Back then, only Ethan Grant didn’t look down on me for coming from a small town, and I gradually grew dependent on him. Even when he later started deliberately distancing himself from me like the others, I still tried hard to win his favor, thinking he would be moved by my sincerity. But on the night before our engagement party, I overheard him comforting Ivy Chen, the fake daughter: “Just bear with it a little longer. She’s from a small town after all. Once we’re married, I’ll be the one managing the Sinclair family business. Then I’ll make her kneel down and apologize to you. You’re the true lady of the Sinclair family!” So at the banquet, I turned to my father and said I didn’t want to choose any of these three men. I wanted to choose Liam Kennedy, who grew up with me in that small town. Last week, he was just brought back to the Kennedy family and was about to be announced as their sole grandson – the next leader of the prestigious Kennedy family in New York!

The day before the wedding, my father asked me: “Have you decided on your fiancé for tomorrow?” I nodded, “I’ll choose Liam Kennedy.” Father was very surprised: “That boy who grew up with you in the small town? No, that’s not a suitable match!” I whispered a few words to Father, and he exclaimed in shock: “Really?!” I nodded. Liam Kennedy and I were both actually the true heirs mistakenly raised in that small town. He was brought back to the Kennedy family last week and is their sole grandson. He’s guaranteed to be the next leader of the Kennedy family. Father patted my shoulder: “It’s an honor to be able to form a marriage alliance with the prestigious Kennedy family of New York. But weren’t you always fond of that Grant boy?” I calmly replied: “For the benefit of our family, an alliance with the Kennedys is the best outcome I’ve considered.” I didn’t want to tell him how Ethan had scorned my small-town origins and hurt me in every interaction after that. If I did, Father would surely confront him, which would also cause trouble with the Grant family behind him. We still have business dealings with them, and I don’t want the two families to become enemies. Now that I have a better solution, it’s about letting him go, and also freeing myself. After Father and I finalized the marriage plans, he left my villa. Ethan and Ivy Chen hurried over to see him off. After he left, Ethan frowned at me: “You were pestering your father about rushing our marriage again, weren’t you?” I was too tired to argue. But Ethan grabbed my arm: “As expected of someone from a small town – poor and vulgar. All you know how to do is marry a rich man!” Ivy Chen chimed in at this moment: “Don’t worry, sister. In our big city, women are no longer mocked for not being able to marry. But you lack ambition – I sent you that business proposal yesterday and you didn’t even look at it.” She had sent me a document at 4 AM last night, of course I didn’t have time for her games. But hearing Ivy say this, Oliver Lawrence and Zach Johnson also came over to mock me. “As expected of a woman raised in poverty – even becoming the true heiress hasn’t changed anything.” I was brought back to the Sinclair family from that small town. Father was overjoyed and let me choose from several young men who were already interested in marrying into our family. The Grant, Lawrence and Johnson families weren’t considered top-tier, so marrying into the Sinclair family for resources was a step up for them. But as soon as they found out the marriage candidate was me, this small-town true heiress, their attitudes immediately changed. They looked at me mockingly, waiting for my reaction. I didn’t say anything. Foolish people never realize their own foolishness. It seems they still don’t understand the rules – I’m the one representing the Sinclair family in choosing them. They were never in a position to look down on me.

But even though they looked down on me, they still lived in the villa Father gave me. In the end, they couldn’t let go of the benefits of this marriage alliance. I looked at them and said: “If you think marrying me is embarrassing, you three can get out of my villa right now. Or -” I glanced at Ivy Chen beside me: “You can choose to marry Ivy, who has no inheritance rights.” Hearing the words “no inheritance rights”, the people in front of me immediately moved to protect Ivy. Ethan was especially angry: “Don’t think you can bully Ivy just because you have power now. Was it her choice to be switched as a baby?” The usually hot-tempered Oliver Lawrence directed all his anger at me: “You think we want to marry you? It’s all your Sinclair family using your power to force us!” Zach Johnson also snorted arrogantly, looking at me sideways: “Shameless. You think you can do anything just because you got some power!” They despise power, but in reality, they are the ones who most desperately want to obtain it. Ivy Chen started crying pitifully behind them, suddenly kneeling down to me: “Sister, please don’t be angry anymore. It’s all my fault. I should have just died back then!” With that, she suddenly rushed to bang her head against a marble pillar in the living room. Blood immediately flowed down. Ethan and the other two quickly ran to hold her back, hugging Ivy Chen with concern. Ivy Chen leaned weakly in Ethan’s arms and looked at me: “Sister, are you happy now? If it weren’t for me, Ethan and the others wouldn’t dislike you. You’ve always thought it would be better if I just died, right?!” I was utterly speechless. She had started putting on an act all by herself. Since returning to the Sinclair family and being confirmed as the true heir, I’ve been studying with private tutors. Recently I’ve also been going to the company early and returning late to learn the business. Where would I have time to be jealous of her? I had glanced at her business proposal this morning too – it was childishly simple stuff that I couldn’t even be bothered to comment on. But she had used all of this to her advantage. Hearing this, Ethan looked at me with disappointment: “How can you still not change your small-town bad habits? Lazy, jealous, telling Ivy to die – aren’t you afraid of karmic retribution?” But I’ve been standing here the whole time, not doing anything at all… Ethan continued lecturing me: “Quickly kneel down and kowtow to apologize to Ivy. Otherwise, don’t blame me for breaking off the engagement!” When I first arrived, I had fallen for Ethan who was kind to me then, and confessed to him. But later, with Ivy’s repeated crying and accusations, he became convinced that I was just a stupid and vicious small-town woman. Since then, he has used my love as leverage, forcing me to apologize to Ivy again and again. Kneeling, kowtowing, admitting my faults – I was young then, and thought this would keep his affection. But he only used this love to manipulate me for five whole years. Now that I see through everything, his love has become as cheap as air to me. This time I just gave him an indifferent look: “She banged her own head. I didn’t force her to do it. Let her apologize to herself in the mirror.” It was the first time Ethan saw me refuse to give in, and he felt like he lost face. He angrily pointed at me: “You dare to talk back? Small-town people really are vicious!” Oliver Lawrence suddenly snapped his fingers and said: “You must have found out we let Ivy try on your Alifilos wedding dress, and are deliberately torturing her, right?” Zach Johnson also frowned: “Small-town people are so petty, not understanding the beauty of sharing.” Hearing this, my expression turned cold: “My wedding dress?”

Alifilos means “wings of the clouds” in Latin. When Father found me, he had joyfully commissioned this luxurious wedding dress for me in Switzerland. It also symbolized my position as the heir of the Sinclair family. But now they’re saying this meaningful, once-in-a-century wedding dress was tried on by Ivy Chen first. I looked at Ethan. He was in charge of having the wedding dress flown back from Switzerland. Ethan looked a bit guilty under my gaze, but quickly straightened up and said to me: “Can’t you be less petty? Ivy was raised in luxury, but as soon as you came she was labeled as the fake heiress. She’s been mocked and insulted by you so many times. What’s wrong with lending her the dress to try on and satisfy her love of beauty?” He sighed, closing his eyes as if making a painful decision: “Fine, I’ll agree to the engagement party! I’ll let you have your wish of wearing that dress and getting engaged to me. Satisfied now?” Hearing him say this, Oliver Lawrence and Zach Johnson complained on his behalf: “No way, that’s exactly what that evil Aria wants! Why give in to her?” “Now Aria’s going to be smug about getting her way. What a shame, sigh.” Even Ivy Chen leaned into Ethan’s arms, tenderly caressing his face: “Ethan, you don’t need to make such a big sacrifice for me…” I stood watching them, my heart bitter. I was also a young girl longing for love, yet they despised me to this extent. I held back my tears and said to Ethan: “Don’t worry, I will never marry you.” Hearing this, Ethan looked at me as if he saw through me: “What trick are you trying to play now?” Oliver Lawrence and Zach Johnson beside him looked at me warily, as if afraid I would reject Ethan and choose one of them instead. At this moment, Ivy Chen suddenly crawled over and kowtowed to me: “I’m begging you, sister. Stop torturing these three men. You’ve already taken away my inheritance rights and my father. Do you have to drive away the few friends I have left?!” She kowtowed forcefully, making her already bloodied forehead even more battered. Ethan and the others were frightened and quickly went to hold her. The group of them huddled together glaring at me, pushing me to the opposing side. I held back the tears of grievance about to fall and turned to leave. But Ethan grabbed my hand: “I said I’m willing to marry you. You’d better not think about hurting Oliver and the others!” “You say you won’t marry me, but do you really have the guts to reject me at the engagement party? The fact is, besides me, who else would want a small-town girl like you!” I slowly pried his hand off mine and looked at him: “I, Aria Sinclair, always do what I say. No need for Mr. Grant to worry.” I strode forward, still able to hear Ethan’s voice behind me trying to persuade me not to throw a tantrum. He spoke with exasperation and loudly, as if I had exhausted him. I didn’t see them again until the engagement party. When the party started, I was surprised to see Ethan appear with a cold expression. How strange, I clearly didn’t invite them, Yet somehow these people all showed up uninvited to my engagement party.

At the engagement party, my assistant asked if I wanted to kick them out. I shook my head. Forget it, the stars of this engagement party aren’t them anyway. Let’s just treat them as a few extra guests. But as soon as they entered, the other CEOs around eagerly went over to toast them. “Young Mr. Grant is so accomplished, acquiring American Vikey at such a young age.” That was actually me negotiating the acquisition as the Sinclair heiress. He just went to sign his name. “I heard Mr. Lawrence has had success in racing. It would be quite a story if he inherits the Sinclair family in the future.” If it weren’t for the Sinclair family’s funding, his racing club would have gone bankrupt long ago. “Mr. Johnson’s paintings have fetched sky-high prices in art circles. The Sinclair bloodline must be full of artistic talent!” I was the one who bought his third-rate paintings, otherwise they would have been a laughingstock at auctions. The guests fawned over those men endlessly. They assumed my fiancé would definitely be chosen from among Ethan, Oliver and Zach. Flattering them was the same as flattering the Sinclair family. But they didn’t realize at all that I was the one with inheritance rights. Whoever I choose will be the next co-heir of the Sinclair family! The main event of the party hadn’t started yet. I was tired of watching these people bootlick and was about to step away for a moment. But then Ethan suddenly received a phone call and shouted in disbelief: “What?! Ivy was deliberately kidnapped?!” As soon as he said this, I immediately felt dozens of gazes shoot towards me. I turned my head, only to be slapped across the face by Oliver Lawrence who had walked over. “You’re truly vicious! Insulting Ivy wasn’t enough, you even had someone deliberately kidnap her today!” The banquet hall immediately burst into hushed whispers. They all thought I was from a small town – stupid, vicious, with evil thoughts. So they were also more willing to flatter my fiancé candidates, even disdaining to interact with me. I held my face and coldly looked at him: “Do you have any evidence that I’m behind the kidnapping?” Zach Johnson stood beside him with his arms crossed, sweeping a contemptuous glance at me: “Do we need any evidence? Anyone with eyes can see what’s going on.” Just then, the doors of the banquet hall were thrown open – “Ethan, save me! Ivy is so scared!” Ivy Chen ran in looking disheveled, her hair a mess, as if she had suffered some unspeakable abuse and humiliation. She threw herself straight into Ethan’s arms, ignoring all decorum. Ethan immediately took off his jacket to cover her, comforting her not to be afraid. “Given what’s happened, what do you have to say for yourself? Ivy almost lost her virtue. This isn’t over between us!” Ethan glared at me angrily, directly carrying Ivy away. Oliver Lawrence violently pushed over the champagne tower next to him. Before leaving, he pointed at me and said: “Without us, let’s see how you manage to pull off this engagement party!” Zach Johnson also looked at me with disdain: “You reap what you sow. Don’t blame us for not giving you face anymore.” The surrounding guests pointed and whispered between Ivy and me. Saying what a lovely Sinclair princess Ivy used to be, yet now she’s been tortured to this state by me, this vicious true heiress. As Ethan and the others left, many people looked at me mockingly through their noses. “Well now, who would still be willing to marry this wild woman?” “Looks like the Sinclair family is finished this time.” “All the fiancés ran off. Let’s see how she holds this engagement party now.” I collected myself and had people clean up the scene and reassure the guests. I announced to everyone present: “The engagement party of Aria Sinclair officially begins!” On the big screen, the handsome face of a young man suddenly appeared. The guests whispered, wondering which family’s young master this was. I said: “This is Liam Kennedy, who grew up with me in that small town.” As soon as I finished speaking, the whole hall burst into laughter. “The Sinclair family actually wants to find a small-town person as their co-heir, hahaha!” A second after he finished speaking, on the big screen, an electronic invitation unique to New York’s Kennedy family slowly unfolded. The stern yet kindly voice of Old Mr. Kennedy rang out: “Thank you all for attending the engagement party of Sinclair heiress Aria Sinclair and my sole grandson, Liam Kennedy!”

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My fiancée is pregnant with a male colleague’s child, and she’s due soon. When she returned from her business trip, visibly pregnant, I was setting up our wedding room. I confronted her, my voice raw from disbelief. She looked at me innocently and said, “He just donated sperm. I have nothing to hide from you.” With that, she left with the colleague to pick out a gift for the baby. I immediately shared the news with the family group chat and called off the wedding. But everyone thought I was overreacting. Adeline’s mother said, “Adeline is beautiful and well-educated. Her genes deserve to be passed on. It’s for the greater good.” Adeline’s father added, “She didn’t cheat. Why are you making this a big deal?” My father was so furious he had a heart attack, “You stubborn fool! How could you back out of such a good marriage?” My mother lamented, “If you call off the wedding, no one will ever marry you!” With tears, I replied, “Then I won’t marry at all!” Yet someone sent a message: “Jasper, when will you let me step up?”

That evening, Adeline walked in carefully with Asher by her side. They had brought a box full of toys for the unborn baby. Adeline gently touched her belly, and they shared a smile filled with the joy of impending parenthood. Seeing me, Asher handed me a small gift box with a smile, “Jasper, I picked this especially for you. I only realized today how much this means to you. Consider it… a small apology.” Without looking, I tossed the gift box into the trash. Asher’s smile vanished, tears falling like broken pearls, “Jasper, I… I’m sorry.” He choked up and hid behind Adeline. Adeline immediately shielded him, looking at me helplessly, “Jasper, don’t be like this.” “Asher just responded to the workplace’s call for quality gene donation. Plus, his mom has lung cancer and wanted a grandchild before she dies… I just wanted a child as excellent as him.” “We’re just ordinary colleagues; there’s really nothing between us.” “Ordinary colleagues?” My voice trembled, “Saying good morning and good night every day is ordinary? Sharing music playlists is ordinary? Covering for him at dinners and driving him home after overtime is ordinary?” She rubbed her temples tiredly, “Here you go again. Haven’t I explained all this? You’re always overthinking and suspicious.” I laughed coldly. Her explanations were flimsy, talk of normal colleague interactions and mentoring. Full of holes, yet I chose to believe them time and again. But five years of feelings, I couldn’t just let them end like this. Clenching my teeth, I pointed at her belly, testing her on purpose, “Fine, let’s say I overthought it, I misunderstood you!” “Abort the child, and I’ll act like nothing happened. The wedding will go on.” “Impossible!” Adeline raised her voice, suppressing her anger, “The child is Asher’s; I have no right to decide.” Asher’s face went pale, and he suddenly knelt before me. He tightly protected Adeline’s belly with his hands, voice choked, “Jasper, there’s really nothing between me and Adeline. The baby is already eight months old, kicking my hand in her belly. I can’t, I can’t…” He cried his heart out, shaking all over. Adeline’s face tensed, struggling for a few seconds before softening. She helped him up, showing a helpless smile: “Jasper, asking me to abort the child now is no different from cutting out his heart.” I stared at her, a cold smile on my lips, “What, feeling pity now?” Adeline was visibly stunned, then showed a pained expression, “I didn’t expect you to be so heartless. If that’s the condition for marriage, then we’re really not the same kind of people… Let’s break up.” “Jasper, Adeline is innocent. Don’t take it out on her!” Asher suddenly cried out, “If you want to blame someone, blame me. I can’t bear to lose the child… But I’ll prove our innocence with my life!” Before I could react, he rushed toward the balcony, acting like he was about to jump. My heart leapt to my throat, and I instinctively moved to stop him. But Adeline was quicker, rushing over in a panic. Before we could get close, Asher collapsed on the floor, crying uncontrollably. Adeline pulled him into her arms, shaking all over. After a while, she raised her head, her eyes cold as she looked at me still standing there, “Jasper! Your baseless accusations almost killed Asher!” Her gaze was cold, like she was looking at a stranger. “Asher’s mom is dying! Do you want to drive him to death too? You can be indifferent, but I can’t.” Her voice trembled. She helped Asher up gently, facing me with a stern voice, “Move!” I stood frozen, trying to speak, “I didn’t mean…” “Asher, the baby… seems to be coming.” Adeline suddenly let out a weak moan and then fainted. “Adeline!” Asher’s face turned ghostly pale, shoving me aside to carry Adeline out the door.

I collapsed to the floor, biting my lip hard, unable to suppress the coldness surging in my heart. I stayed awake until dawn, and finally, my phone lit up with a message from Adeline: “I was too anxious last night and spoke harshly.” “Jasper, I’m sorry.” My nose tingled, and tears welled up instantly. All these years, she was always the first to apologize after a fight, and I’d forgive her down the steps she offered. But this time was different. I could never get over this. Before I could reply, she sent a photo. It was a picture of her with the newborn. The tiny baby was cradled in her arms, her gaze tender as spring water. “I gave birth early, naturally, but luckily the baby is healthy.” “The baby looks a lot like Asher.” “I need to stay in the hospital for three days.” “Let’s postpone the wedding for a week; I can’t handle much right now.” These seemingly ordinary words, each one pierced my heart. I numbly stood up, tearing off the wedding decorations from the wall, and took scissors to shred her wedding dress. As I packed, my fingers trembled uncontrollably. Just as I zipped my suitcase, Adeline’s mother entered, her face unable to hide the joy. “Adeline asked me to bring some clothes for her to the hospital. As her future grandma, I’m anxious to see my granddaughter too.” Seeing me silent, she warmly took my arm, “Jasper, Adeline was wrong to hide it from you and hurt your pride. But it’s not an unforgivable thing, right?” “Auntie knows you two have deep feelings; how can it end over such a small thing? What we said in the group chat was just in anger, let’s not take it seriously.” “Come, go to the hospital with me to see the baby. Give Adeline a way out, and let’s move past this.” Like a walking corpse, I let her lead me, and before I knew it, I was standing at the hospital room door. Asher lay weakly on the bed, his pale face still streaked with tears, clearly terrified during Adeline’s delivery. Adeline was gently holding the baby, softly humming a lullaby. Adeline’s father rarely smiled, “Adeline is a flight attendant, so let’s name the child Yang Jihang, to carry on the aviation career!” “What nonsense!” Adeline’s mother scolded, “How can a girl have such a name?” Eagerly, she reached to hold the baby. But Adeline turned away, “Mom, you don’t know how to hold her, don’t hurt her.” She glanced at me, her eyes lighting up, “Jasper, come look at her. Her tiny hands and feet, aren’t they adorable?” She leaned down to kiss the baby, but suddenly stopped, like a child caught doing something wrong, “No, no, Mommy can’t pass germs to you.” I had never seen this side of her, clumsy yet tender as a new mother. She was eager to show off this joy to the world, but I shouldn’t be part of it. I forced a stiff smile, turning to leave. Adeline caught my arm, carefully presenting the baby to me, “Jasper, look, her nose and mouth, don’t they look just like Asher’s?” I glanced down; the small face was indeed a spitting image of Asher, like they were carved from the same mold. The resemblance stung my eyes, my throat suddenly tight with pain. I coldly pushed the swaddle away, seeing Adeline’s hopeful eyes, suddenly not wanting to oblige her, “Take it away, looks so annoying, it’s irritating just to look at.” The baby wailed out loud. Adeline’s eyes turned cold, soothing the baby gently. Adeline’s mother’s gaze cut like a knife, “You’re the most annoying one!” Adeline’s father pointed to the door, “You’re not welcome here, get out!” Asher had woken up at some point. “Jasper…” he pleaded with Adeline’s family, “I want to speak to Jasper alone.” Once the room door closed, Asher wore an apologetic look, “Jasper, I don’t want to break you and Adeline up; she really loves you. Actually, that night, Adeline was drunk, and we just…” My mind buzzed, “It wasn’t a sperm donation?” He turned his face away, “Adeline said to hide it from you, afraid you’d be hurt.” Adeline’s father pointed sharply at the door. “You’re not welcome here. Get out!” Asher had woken up at some point. “Jasper…” he implored, looking at Adeline’s family, “I need to speak with Jasper alone for a moment.” Once the hospital room door closed, Asher looked apologetic. “Jasper, I don’t want to come between you and Adeline. She truly cares about you. That night, Adeline was drunk, and we just…” My mind reeled. “It wasn’t about sperm donation?” He looked away. “Adeline wanted to keep it from you because she was afraid you’d be upset.” “By the time she found out she was pregnant, three months had already passed. She was furious and wanted to terminate the pregnancy. But my mom’s health was deteriorating, and she really wanted to see me have a child. Adeline felt sorry for me and agreed to keep the baby.” “Why are you telling me this now?” I asked coldly. “Why not keep it a secret forever?” He didn’t expect me to confront him so directly. His expression changed several times before he pressed his lips together and said nothing. I let out a bitter laugh. “Now that Adeline and I have broken up and your child is born, you three can live happily ever after. What else are you worried about?” He suddenly glared at me, his lips curling into a strange smile. The next moment, unexpectedly, he rolled off the hospital bed right in front of me, hitting the ground with a thud, then screamed in terror, “Jasper, I know I was wrong, please don’t hit me!”

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People say I’m the white moonlight of Gideon, the overbearing president. I spent seven years abroad, and during that time, I heard that Gideon dated numerous women who resembled me. I couldn’t care less. When we broke up, we agreed to go our separate ways, so there’s no point in pretending there’s still something deep between us. When my stomach condition landed me in the hospital, Gideon showed up with a girlfriend who bore a slight resemblance to me, suggesting she donate a kidney to me. I said, “That’s absolutely unnecessary.” I had no interest in either Gideon or his girlfriend. But surprisingly, a few days later, his girlfriend secretly came to me for help. … In the karaoke bar room, a group of people was being loud and chaotic, dancing wildly. “Come on, let’s raise our glasses to celebrate the return of Mr. Gideon’s ‘white moonlight,’ Miss Nora!” As soon as they said that, the room filled with laughter and scattered blessings. A blond guy held a microphone in one hand and a glass in the other. I lifted my foot from the sofa and kicked him right on the butt. “Jasper, watch your words. Who allowed you to add random adjectives in front of your sister’s name?” Jasper took a big tumble, and the laughter in the room grew louder. My best friend, Hazel, suddenly whispered in my ear. “Nora, you have no idea. Mr. Gideon is crazy about you. Over the years you’ve been abroad, he’s dated countless lovers who all looked like you.” I scoffed cynically, “Who still plays the game of unattainable love these days?” “Sure, I was the one who suggested breaking up, but he agreed too. Even after I went abroad, if he really liked me, wouldn’t he come find me? Can’t Mr. Gideon afford a plane ticket? You visited me four or five times a year.” Hazel looked at me with a realization, as if she had suddenly understood something incredible. My parents’ company used to have a significant position in the New York social circle. But who knew we’d be betrayed and go bankrupt overnight? My father had to take us and our last savings overseas, seeking refuge with my grandparents. Thankfully, after seven years of hard work, my father regained his footing in the business world. This time, we’re back to expand our domestic business. Gideon was my first love. Everyone said we were the perfect couple. I thought we’d marry and spend our lives together. But then my father went bankrupt unexpectedly. During that time, I was as anxious as my father and became irritable. We argued with Gideon every few days. Later, when my father decided to go abroad, we naturally broke up. There was no tragic love story, just reality, bad timing, and a lack of fate. Seven years have passed. The feelings are long gone. He’s had one lover after another, and I’ve almost had a team of boyfriends. These are old stories. Everyone should move on. Just then, the room door opened. “Nora, why didn’t you contact me when you returned? Do you know how hard I’ve waited for you?” The man had sharp brows and starry eyes, a tall figure, clearly charismatic. But now, his eyes were red, like a discarded big dog. “Gideon?” I exclaimed in surprise. I saw Hazel give me a mischievous look, mouthing words silently, but I understood her after years of friendship. “What did I say?” I felt a bit awkward. Could the slap in the face come this quickly? What was Gideon playing at? I planned to welcome Gideon in. But as soon as I stood up, a sharp pain twisted in my stomach, and cold sweat drenched my bangs. Just my luck. I must’ve aggravated my chronic stomach condition by drinking on an empty stomach. I didn’t bring any stomach medicine. That was my last thought before everything went black, and I fainted. When I woke up, I saw a pale ceiling and had an IV drip in my hand. “You’re awake. You scared me to death.” I turned my head slightly; it was Hazel. Memories of last night slowly returned. “It’s nothing, just my old stomach problem. You brought me here last night, right? Thanks for the trouble.” Hazel’s eyes, originally filled with worry and concern, turned ambiguous when she heard me. I had a bad feeling. “I wanted to, but as soon as I called 911, Gideon carried you out. You should’ve seen his terrifying look, as if he’d drag everyone down with him if anything happened to you.” I pulled a corner of my mouth, admiring her imagination. Could it really be that dramatic? But the next second, I couldn’t laugh anymore. The hospital room door opened, and in came a man and a woman. The man was Gideon, with a gloomy face. I didn’t know the woman, but she had a pained and desperate look. Before I could speak, Gideon let go of the woman’s hand. His previously fierce eyes suddenly became gentle. “Nora, don’t be scared. I took her for a check-up, and her kidney is a match for you. I’ll take you for more detailed tests later. I’ll make sure you’re cured.” His words shocked me. Never mind whether this was legal, but why would I need her kidney? “Gideon, I have a stomach illness. What’s it got to do with my kidney?” Gideon’s face froze at my words, a bit embarrassed at his mistake. “No worries, you might need it someday. Better safe than sorry.” I was stunned again, shocked by his outrageous words. I looked at the trembling girl beside him and said, “Don’t jinx me. I prefer to keep my original parts.” At this point, I looked closely at the girl. She really did resemble me by about sixty percent. Remembering what Hazel said and all the rumors, could this world be a giant CEO romance novel? “Nora, take care and rest. I’ll come by again in the afternoon.” With that, he left with the girl. “Did you see? That girl, Gideon’s new flame, Phoebe, looks a lot like you.” Hearing that name, I paused. Memories, almost forgotten, surged in my mind. I knew her, Phoebe, a college classmate of Gideon and me. Though Gideon pursued me openly, his charm was undeniable. Not only was he handsome and rich, but he was also top of the class and a star on the basketball court. He always had admirers. He used to place his bag and clothes on my seat, making others think it was his spot. My desk was often filled with love letters for him from other girls. Seeing me jealous, he’d laugh happily. When I was really about to get mad, he’d hold my face and say, “I only love you.” Phoebe was one of Gideon’s admirers. I remembered her not for her resemblance to me but for her love letter. Once, while grabbing a book from my desk, I noticed a red stain. I thought a red pen had leaked, but I found an envelope with red marks. Curiosity got the better of me, and I opened it. The words inside were so chilling that my hand trembled. The dark red letters resembled red ink or blood. The writing was smudged, but I could vaguely make out “responsible,” “love you,” “beg you.” The signature was clear, written in black: “Phoebe.” As I frowned, trying to make sense of it, Gideon hugged me from behind, asking what had me so engrossed. He snatched the letter and tossed it in the trash. “Some people keep writing these things. It’s pointless. Don’t look. You know you’re the only one in my heart.” As a young girl, I was naturally swept off my feet by his words. Later, in casual chats with friends, I heard Phoebe’s name again. They said she gave birth to a stillborn baby in the school bathroom, and no one knew who the father was. Her parents caused a scene at school for two days, and rumors flew among classmates. It was Gideon’s family who paid to hush it up. I had marveled at the Gideon family’s wealth and generosity. Seeing Phoebe today brought those memories back. Lying in the hospital bed, I reflected on everything. My mindset and thoughts weren’t those of a teenager anymore. Something felt off. This unsettling feeling soon had an answer. I got a call from Phoebe. In an upscale, private club, Phoebe sat without makeup. She wasn’t the fragile girl from the hospital. “Is Gideon good to you?” Phoebe opened the conversation. I frowned, puzzled. Did the hospital incident upset her? When I didn’t answer, she repeated the question. I looked at her expression, sipped my tea, and chose my words carefully: “If you’re asking about when he was my boyfriend, he was nice. He knew how to sweet-talk. But since I’ve returned, I haven’t sought Gideon out. That day at the restaurant, I just wanted to clarify things. You don’t need to worry, Miss Phoebe.” Phoebe smiled faintly and shook her head. “No, he’s not good to you.” I found her words amusing but was more confused. Phoebe didn’t seem to be marking her territory or showing off. “Miss Phoebe, I don’t understand, but I wish you and Gideon a long and happy life together. I’ll leave now. I won’t be staying in the country, so you needn’t worry about me disrupting your lives.” I spoke sincerely. “Miss, wishing a long and happy life with Gideon is a curse. Besides, he really wronged you.” I started to grow impatient, tapping my fingers on the table. Phoebe gave a slight smile. She shook her head and said, “No, he’s not good to you.” I found Phoebe’s words tinged with irony, but more than that, I was puzzled. Phoebe didn’t seem to be asserting any kind of dominance over me, nor was she boasting. “Phoebe, I don’t understand what you mean, but I do wish you and Gideon a long and happy life together. I’ll be leaving now. I won’t be settling down in this country, so you don’t have to worry about me interfering in your lives.” I said sincerely. “Miss, wishing you a long and happy life with Gideon is a rather harsh blessing. Besides, he truly wronged you.” I started to get a bit impatient, tapping my fingers on the table. “Phoebe, what exactly are you trying to say?” “The child I lost was Gideon’s, and your family’s bankruptcy was orchestrated by his family.” My hand, reaching for my bag, froze. I looked at her in disbelief. Under the overhead light in the private room, Phoebe appeared like a chess player with a winning strategy. My fingers gripping the table’s edge turned white. I steadied myself and said with forced calm: “Phoebe, you shouldn’t speak so carelessly.” She looked at me with a bit of pity, much like how I used to look at her. She didn’t respond to what I said, just pushed a stack of papers in front of me. “Take a look.” Half an hour later. With a sense of inevitability, I released the crumpled papers in my grasp, staring blankly at the stack. My chest felt tight, as if being squeezed.

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Upon discovering that the auction of his wife’s “contractual rights” had become public, my husband, the CEO, was finally in a panic. He asked his friend, “Who won Adeline in the auction? Why hasn’t she returned after a month?” His friend hesitated, “It was your sister-in-law’s beloved who won her. Rumor has it they went to a hotel the night of the auction and haven’t come out for seven days and nights.” My husband’s face turned pale as he finally grasped the absurdity of what he had done to me. Just because his first love couldn’t stand my scent, for three years of marriage, if I got within three meters of him, he would throw me into a disinfectant pool and make me copy “The Women’s Commandments” as punishment. Today, when I noticed something unusual about his fragrance, I couldn’t resist stepping closer to sniff him. He yelled that I was obsessed with men, yet, for the first time, he didn’t order me to be thrown into the disinfectant pool. I thought his germaphobia was finally improving. But the next day, my “contractual rights” became the headline item at City A’s largest auction. Whoever bid the highest could replace him as my husband and spend nights in the bridal chamber with me. Teaser: To get my germaphobic husband to accept me, I learned nearly a hundred techniques from the Red Light District. Yet, in three years of marriage, I have been thrown into the disinfectant pool countless times for accidentally crossing within three meters of him, punished to copy “The Women’s Commandments.” Yesterday, I noticed a sweet perfume on him and took two steps closer to ask about its source. He yelled that I was obsessed with men but didn’t order me to be thrown into the disinfectant pool. I thought his germaphobia was finally improving. However, the next day, my “contractual rights” became the headline item at City A’s largest auction. The highest bidder could exercise any rights over me for a month.

My husband Jasper Reed’s friend was excitedly calculating the odds of winning the rights over him, tossing a card with my photo on the table. “A pair of aces, anyone interested?” Jasper Reed looked indifferent, continuously spraying perfume around. “No way. Just thinking about Adeline’s stench polluting Phoebe Clark’s air makes me sick!” “Phoebe has been studying abroad for so long. You’ve waited patiently for her return, only for Adeline to taint it. She should be taught a lesson.” Jasper Reed sneered, “Teach her? That’s a favor! I’ve never touched her. She probably can’t wait to be auctioned off and become a ‘real woman!’” “I heard Phoebe hates Adeline’s scent so much she gags at it, so Jasper has to disinfect himself every day.” Everyone burst into mocking laughter. Someone then snatched the card, grinning lewdly, “Hey! This card’s got a nice look. I’ll take it home for comfort.” Their words were full of ridicule. My face lost all color, and I staggered. Their words felt like hammers pounding my chest, leaving me breathless. Whenever I accidentally crossed the three-meter line, Jasper Reed would quickly dodge away. I always thought I was the problem, disinfecting myself with alcohol repeatedly. Because of this, my skin barrier was completely destroyed. Even slightly hot water would make my skin swell quickly. Jasper Reed even custom-ordered two single beds for our bedroom to avoid any contact with me. Driven to an emotional breakdown, I demanded an explanation. He coldly threw me a diagnosis. “I have severe germaphobia. You can’t touch me anymore.” I thought he would eventually heal. Now I know it was just a lie to stay faithful to another woman. My heart ached with bitterness. Jasper Reed and I were childhood sweethearts, engaged since we were young. But he only had eyes for Phoebe Clark. If it weren’t for his mother being diagnosed with cancer, whose only wish was for us to fulfill our engagement, we wouldn’t be together. However, Jasper Reed’s mother gave me a promise the night before our wedding: “Addie, if Jasper ever wrongs you, you can end this marriage anytime.” Thinking of this, I sent Jasper Reed’s mother a text: “Mom, the auction in three days is proof of Jasper Reed’s betrayal. I don’t want this marriage anymore.”

It was dark when I finally got home. For the first time, Jasper Reed wasn’t furious. Instead, he looked at me with interest. But the woman’s hair tie on the coffee table and the sexy ladies’ underwear on the chair clearly indicated what had happened. “What? You don’t want me to touch you?” Jasper Reed blocked my path, his breath hitting my neck as he spoke. Thinking about him putting my “contractual rights” on the auction, I felt an unexpected calm. “It’s late. Let’s rest.” I turned towards the bedroom, but Jasper Reed pulled me back. He pinned me to the sofa, eyes full of anger. “What are you pretending for? Haven’t you always wanted something to happen between us?” As he spoke, he roughly stripped me of all my clothes. I stood naked before him. He turned his head aside and shoved me into the bedroom. “Wait here obediently. I’ll be in soon. If you can’t wait, you can handle it yourself first.” Jasper Reed locked the door. Terrified, I pounded on the door, unable to open it. Feeling the chill, I frantically searched for clothes. But I found nothing, not even bed sheets or curtains. As I was about to give up, a blinding reflection hit my face. I realized the windows of the opposite building were filled with binoculars. “My God! That’s Adeline? Her body is perfect!” “Good thing I’m Jasper’s bro. I get a sneak peek!” “With that face and body, I must spend big at this auction!” I froze. Those disgusting gazes were like knives stabbing into my heart. Fear consumed me. I ran to the door, pounding on it frantically. “Jasper Reed! Please let me out! There are people outside, a lot of them!” My pleas received no response. The silence outside was terrifying. The excitement of the gazes grew more intense. I could only crawl under the bed, curling up to protect myself. Until I was on the brink of collapse, Jasper Reed finally opened the door. “Enough! Stop pretending to be a saint!” Jasper Reed sneered, tossing me a towel. I quickly wrapped the towel around myself. Jasper Reed’s phone suddenly buzzed. He answered: “Jasper, that video went viral! Several creepy old men are starting bids at millions! Adeline’s going to enjoy this!” Jasper Reed quickly ended the call, looking at me guiltily. I suddenly realized the entire bedroom was equipped with high-definition surveillance. My naked image had been shared with every wealthy man participating in the auction. My blood froze, and I struggled to breathe. “Jasper Reed! How could you do this to me!” “Come on! Is it really that big of a deal?” Jasper Reed shrugged dismissively, calling for the maid to bring a long dress. “How about this? I’ll take you to an auction tonight as an apology!” At this, my whole body trembled. “No! I’m not going!” I instinctively refused. Jasper Reed’s face darkened ominously. “Have I been too lenient? Do you dare question my decision?” “Phoebe even asked me to buy you luxury goods women love. You’re not even worthy!” He glanced at my red hands. “Look at you, you’re supposed to be a socialite, but even the servants are better maintained than you!” My chest tightened with bitterness. Over the years, Jasper Reed’s obsessive demands forced me to hand-wash all his belongings. Yet now, he saw me as less than a servant. Seeing me silent, Jasper Reed grabbed my neck, dragging me into the disinfectant pool. After disinfecting, he wrapped me tightly in a towel, disgust evident in his eyes. I was forcibly dressed up and taken to the banquet hall hosting the auction.

As soon as I entered, Phoebe Clark greeted me with a smile. Her gaze fixed on my hands. My hands were pale, veins visible beneath the skin. “Addie, your skin is so delicate. Jasper’s like a beast, full of energy, probably afraid to touch you.” “Or you’d die in bed!” A snicker erupted: “It’s not fear, it’s unwillingness! Otherwise, how has our Mrs. Reed remained a pure lady all these years?” Everyone burst into laughter, their gazes on me more lewd and disdainful. I frowned, my cheeks burning. “Enough! Haven’t you had enough?” I snapped. Jasper Reed looked displeased, glaring at me. “They’re complimenting you for being pure, and you’re upset? Stop embarrassing me!” I clenched my fists, my face darkening further. Someone intervened, laughing it off: “Addie, they’re just joking! Don’t be mad! How about I toast to you?” He downed his wine and offered another glass to me. Everyone’s gaze fell on the wine, tense. I pushed it away with a smirk: “I accept the apology, but I won’t drink!” Jasper Reed’s face turned as dark as a storm, his voice filled with anger. “People have been calling you pure and virtuous, and they were wrong? Stop making a scene here!” I clenched my fists, my expression darkening. Noticing this, someone tried to lighten the mood with a laugh: “Addie, we’re all just joking! Don’t get upset! Here, let me propose a toast to you.” With that, the man downed his red wine and offered me another glass. Everyone’s eyes were on that glass, tension hanging in the air as they waited for me to drink. I smirked with disdain and pushed the glass away: “I accept the apology, but I’m not drinking!” Jasper Reed’s expression was thunderous, his voice sharp with anger: “Adeline! You’re going too far! Not even accepting a drink from my friend? Have you lost your mind?” “Have I?” I replied icily, instinctively stepping back, my gaze wary of Jasper Reed. “Who’s lost their mind, you or me? Tonight…” Before I could finish, a sharp pain shot through my neck. My legs gave way, and I collapsed, my consciousness slipping away. “This sedative works wonders!” “I’ve been ready for this. Those rich old guys are practically fighting over Adeline! The auction can’t afford any mistakes!” Phoebe Clark provocatively leaned on Jasper Reed: “Addie, don’t worry, we’ll find you the wealthiest man. Make sure your first time is worth a fortune!” With all my strength, I crawled to Jasper Reed’s feet, clutching his pant leg, pleading: “Let me go… I don’t want to be with other men…” Jasper Reed kicked me away: “Enough! Stop pretending to be some virtuous woman! Didn’t you want someone to touch you? I’m giving away my rights, finding you a strong stand-in partner. You should be happy!” He hugged Phoebe Clark tightly, a stark contrast to how he used to avoid my touch. Disappointment surged through me. The next moment, rough hands dragged me away, stripped me, and threw me into a fully transparent glass enclosure. I helplessly pounded on the box, begging them to let me out. They ignored me, their eyes filled with desire. In despair, I closed my eyes as staff carried me backstage, waiting for my turn. Just then, Mrs. Reed finally arrived. She ordered my rescue and personally dressed me. “I’m sorry, Addie, Jasper Reed is such a jerk!” Mrs. Reed handed me the divorce agreement, instructing her assistant to get me out immediately. Outside the auction venue, I cried uncontrollably until I passed out. By then, the auction had reached its climax. Everyone was eagerly awaiting my appearance. “Where’s Adeline?” Jasper Reed was puzzled, “Why isn’t she on stage yet?” Amidst the eager gazes, Mrs. Reed slowly took the stage. Jasper Reed’s face immediately changed. Mrs. Reed threw the signed divorce agreement at Jasper Reed’s face: “You jerk! Where’s Adeline? She’s gone, remarried! From now on, she’s calling someone else husband, and you have nothing to do with her anymore!” I apologize for any confusion earlier. Could you please provide the specific Chinese text you need translated?

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My younger sister became infatuated with stories about real and fake heiresses after finishing college. She convinced herself that she was the lost daughter of a Noble Aristocrat, living a life of luxury. She acted like an heiress, treating our mother as her maid, our father as her chauffeur, and using me as her emotional outlet. She even went to great lengths to prove that she wasn’t biologically part of the Johnson Family. Later, she heard that a Noble Aristocrat family was searching for their daughter, missing for eighteen years. She forged her ID and household registration, managing to pose as a twenty-year-old college student despite being twenty-four. She wept her way to their doorstep but was immediately exposed as a fraud and thrown out. Soon afterward, at the recognition banquet for the Aristocrat’s daughter, my sister disguised herself as a server and attacked the true heiress. To reduce her sentence, our family sold the house and cars, drained our savings, only for her to give us a bottle of cyanide upon her release.

As my parents and I clutched our stomachs and collapsed in our thirty-square-meter rental, my sister laughed gleefully. Mom struggled over to her, clutching her pant leg, and asked why. She kicked Mom away, throwing the food on the table at us. Her eyes were wild and threatening. “You bunch of losers! It’s your fault I’m stuck as a nobody while others are born into wealth! If you weren’t holding me back, I’d already be a billionaire’s heiress. If you all just died, no one could say I’m a Johnson!” We died in disappointment and resentment. When I opened my eyes again, my sister was complaining about Mom’s Seafood Medley Porridge not meeting her standards. “I told you I want Seafood Medley Porridge. You’re an adult, yet you can’t even cook properly. Aren’t you afraid I’ll starve?” Since graduating college and struggling to find a job, she got hooked on those fake heiress novels. She read so much, she started fantasizing about being a lost daughter of a Noble Aristocrat, dreaming that some wealthy tycoon would recognize her one day. Over time, she got so deeply absorbed in this fantasy that she couldn’t pull herself out. She behaved like an heiress every day, ordering mom to make extravagant dishes. “You don’t get it, heiresses eat like this. If you can’t cook it, learn!” Whenever she wanted to go out, regardless of the time, one call and Dad had to be waiting with the car. “No sense of time. If you make me late, I’ll never ride with you again!” If she was in a bad mood, I would bear the brunt of it. “How can you be so oblivious? See me upset and not know to give gifts and sweet talk to cheer me up? I can’t have such a clueless sister!” I couldn’t take it, wanted to yell back, but Mom always stopped me. “Nora, Phoebe is under a lot of pressure because she can’t find a job. She’s just being harsh. She’s still young, give it time, she’ll come around.” So I waited and waited. Waited for the day she tried to claim kinship with a billionaire! Waited for the day she attacked someone! Waited for the day she put cyanide in our food! This ungrateful creature doesn’t deserve to live! If she’s so picky about Mom’s porridge, then she shouldn’t eat it! I was about to throw her bowl into the trash in front of our parents when Mom, usually so mild, beat me to it. She smashed my sister’s bowl and chopsticks, then slapped her across the face. “If you’re not cooking, keep quiet. Be grateful you have food! Twenty-four and still living off us? Have some shame!” “I’m telling you, from now on, you eat what I make, no bargaining! Eat it or starve.” My sister was stunned, a bright red handprint on her face. She shakily pointed at me. “Why say I’m mooching? She’s thirty and still living here. Doesn’t she mooch more than me?” Mom snorted, hands on hips, like she owned the place. “How can you compare to Nora? This new house you live in, she paid the down payment and she’s paying the mortgage. You’re being generous calling her ungrateful!” My sister was speechless at Mom’s rebuttal. She looked left and right, seeing Dad and I had no intention of speaking up for her, finally broke. “You… you dare treat me this way? When my Noble parents find me, I’ll have them get back at you!” Then she cried and stomped out. Dad slammed the door behind her. We three exchanged glances, then all asked at once, “You… you all came back to life too?”

Even though breakfast was just a simple shrimp porridge, it was the happiest meal I’d had in two lifetimes. I went to work in high spirits, Mom went off to meet friends, Dad went fishing, lively as ever. But our joy was short-lived; the Police Station called. The Police said someone accused us of human trafficking! My parents and I all rushed to the Police Station, exchanging knowing looks when we met at the entrance. We knew Phoebe Johnson could cause trouble, but not to this extent. In the past life, she tried to prove she wasn’t biologically our parents’ with her physical traits. She’d say she had a mole none of us did or claim she had Type O blood while we were all Type A. She insisted her high intelligence meant she wasn’t a Johnson. “I’m telling you, Johnson is too common a surname for me. My real name must be Parker or Green, and at worst, it’s Quinn!” I thought she was just out of her mind from reading too many novels! Her crazed image, etched in my mind through life and death, fueled my dislike for her. The Police looked at Dad, then at my sister, who looked just like him, and frowned. “Phoebe Johnson, didn’t you say the Johnson Family trafficked you? Do you have any evidence?” My sister, oblivious to the Police’s doubt, sat down arrogantly. “Evidence? Isn’t it your job to find evidence?” “You’re taking taxpayer money but not doing your job. If you delay my recognition, I’ll report you!” The Police were unfazed, turning to us instead. Mom took out the birth certificate, household registration, and photos from the hospital after giving birth to my sister, speaking softly to the Police. “Oh, the misfortune! My perfectly fine daughter, after graduation, got stressed from job hunting and started saying she’s a Noble Aristocrat.” Dad sighed too. “Given how we look, no one would believe we aren’t her real parents!” My parents were known for their good looks in their youth. I inherited Mom’s oval face and widow’s peak, while my sister got Dad’s refined features. Her height of 5’8″ did give her a certain heiress-like vibe. But looking the part doesn’t mean being the part. My sister, hearing our parents refuse to back her up, began shouting. “You bad people, you just want to keep me here to extort my wealthy parents!” “I’m telling you, losers will always be losers, no matter what you do! I’ll make sure you all end up in jail!” The Police were stunned at my sister’s outburst. Meanwhile, my parents and I were used to it, ignoring her completely. I tapped my head, apologizing softly to the Police. “Officer, my sister has some mental issues, please don’t mind her.” In the end, with Mom’s ample evidence, the Police scolded my sister and sent us all out. My sister pouted, shouting at us. “I can’t possibly be related to you! Look at your loser vibes, how can you even compare to me?” “And this crappy car worth only twenty grand? I’m embarrassed to ride it!” My parents exchanged a glance, hurriedly got in the car, and locked the doors before she could get in. “If it’s embarrassing, find your own way back!” And with Mom’s urging, I slipped into the driver’s seat, buckled up, and followed Dad, speeding off. My sister was so mad she nearly flew off the ground.

The Police Station was a bit far from our home. My sister canceled over ten ride requests for not being fancy enough, eventually getting blacklisted by the app. By the time she came home, looking like she’d been through a lawsuit, Mom hadn’t saved her any dinner. She clutched her growling stomach, rummaged through the fridge three times, then stormed downstairs to buy a box of instant noodles. After sulking in her room for days, she suddenly got all dressed up, looking like a peacock, and rushed out. Before leaving, she didn’t forget to throw down a threat: “Just wait, soon I’ll uncover my true identity. When I become a Noble Aristocrat, I’ll expose how you’ve mistreated me!” I glanced at my phone’s date; it was the exact time the billionaire had put out a missing person notice in the past life. Everywhere—the phone, TV, newspapers—buzzed with news about the Golden River Billionaire’s precious daughter who went missing at two years old, offering a reward for any leads. She had been holed up in her room for days, but suddenly she emerged, all dressed up and excitedly rushed out the door. As she left, she hurled a parting shot at us, “Just wait, soon I’ll uncover my true lineage. Once I become part of the Blueblood Aristocracy, I’ll make sure everyone knows how you’ve mistreated me!” I checked the date on my phone. It coincided exactly with when the Billionaire had issued a missing person notice in my previous life. Across phones, television, and newspapers, every platform was reporting that the Golden River Billionaire’s beloved daughter had gone missing at the age of two, with a reward offered for any information. In my past life, my sister’s eyes lit up when she saw this news. I thought she was just looking to make some quick cash from the reward. Unexpectedly, she fancied herself the lost Blueblood Aristocrat. Even when Mom and Dad showed her the paternity test results, she refused to believe them. “How could you be so selfish? You even forged a paternity test to keep me here. I have no respect for you!” She was truly obstinate, refusing to see the truth! The Blueblood Green Family from Golden River isn’t naive; there’s no way they’d let her in. Just like before, my sister didn’t even meet anyone from the Green Family before she was turned away. There was no chance; their daughter went missing at two, and eighteen years have passed, so she’d only be twenty now. But my sister is already twenty-four, turning twenty-five in half a month. So, the person handling the initial screening saw the birthdate on her ID and didn’t bother to look at her before dismissing her. Her morning makeover was entirely wasted. She was furious but had no choice. After all, they were looking for their biological daughter, not a daughter-in-law. No matter how good-looking, it was irrelevant. At this point, any normal person would accept reality and return to their life. But my sister isn’t normal. She believes she has a hidden, superior identity. She took all the New Year’s money Mom had saved for her and used it to forge an ID and household registration. Confidently, she prepared to go to the Green Family again to claim her kinship. That evening, she reverted to acting like an Heiress, demanding that Mom buy her luxury items. A designer bag, a luxury watch, a limited edition dress—everything had to be included. “This is your last chance to gain my favor. When I return to the Green Family, I’ll repay you tenfold for these!” Mom looked at her as if she were foolish, then pulled out her phone to transfer money. My sister’s eyes lit up immediately. “Fine then! Transfer the money to me, and I’ll buy it myself so I won’t waste your time.” As she finished speaking, my phone chimed. Fifty thousand dollars were transferred to my bank account—the entirety of our family’s savings. Mom intended to save it for my sister’s and my dowry, but now it was all given to me. “Nora, I see you’ve been struggling with the mortgage. This savings can help pay some off, lightening your burden. Go pay it right now!” she said, pushing me out the door. Realizing what was happening, my sister rushed over to stop me, grabbing my wrist and yelling at Mom. “Why did you give her all the money?” “I’m part of this family, so half of that savings should be mine. Give it back to me right now!” “I’m telling you, I’ll soon reunite with my biological parents. If they find out about your abuse, they won’t let you get away with it!” Seeing Mom not wanting to pay her any attention, my sister, who always tried to outshine me, now saw me as an enemy and tried to scratch my face. Swiftly, I pushed her away. “Phoebe, are you out of your mind? Acting like this, you don’t deserve to be Mom and Dad’s daughter!” With reddened eyes, she clutched her stomach and tried to advance, but Mom slapped her from behind. “Ungrateful girl! What right do you have to demand money? That savings—some of it is from your Dad’s and my lifelong savings, and some of it is your sister’s filial contribution. It has nothing to do with you!” “You’re an adult now, and since you don’t want to be our daughter, you should move out today!” Dad, who once couldn’t bear to say a harsh word to her, now silently stood behind me, signaling his agreement with Mom’s decision. Although we can’t compare to an Aristocratic family, Mom and Dad have always indulged my sister in everything. Food, clothing, and necessities—they provided her with everything. I was grateful to have a blood-related sibling, so I spoiled her unconditionally too. Even my favorite things, if she wanted them, I’d give them to her.

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