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After our parents’ divorce, my sister Chloe was desperate to stay with our lenient dad, while our strict mom took me away. Two years later, both our parents found new partners, but Chloe regretted her choice. Our stepmom was open-minded, taking Chloe to get tattoos and dye her hair, which led to Chloe being cyberbullied. Our stepdad, on the other hand, was a “gentleman” who molded me into a well-mannered young lady and helped me marry a “quality” man. Chloe, forced to drop out of school, accused me of stealing mom away from her and poisoned my drink. So in this new life, Chloe resolutely chose to go with mom. But her life was completely ruined by our stepdad. 0 “Mom, I want to go with you! Please take me!” Chloe’s loud voice rang out as I woke up in bed. The stomach pain from the poison in my previous life was gone. I realized I had been reborn. Reborn to the day our parents finalized their divorce. I got up and walked to the living room. Sure enough, I saw our worried parents sitting on the couch, while Chloe was on her knees, tugging at mom’s sleeve and begging. “Please, mom, let Emma go with dad. I promise I’ll be good!” Then she turned and gave me a venomous look. As expected, Chloe had been reborn too. Her goal in doing this was to avoid the stepmom who would marry our dad two years later. Seeing me come out, dad’s gaze fell on me. He asked gently, “Emma, do you want to go with dad?” Memories suddenly flashed back to my previous life. On the same day, unlike Chloe, I was very upset about our parents’ divorce. Rather than choosing who to go with, I hoped more that they wouldn’t separate, and that we could continue living happily as a family of four. So I couldn’t make a choice at all. But Chloe was clever. She had always been afraid of our strict mom and knew that with her poor grades, she would inevitably be criticized if she went with mom. So she quickly grabbed dad’s hand. This way, I passively ended up with mom. Despite this, I still didn’t give up, privately trying to persuade our parents to reconcile. Unexpectedly, years later, I learned a shocking secret. The reason for our parents’ divorce was actually because of mom. Mom had fallen in love with a colleague behind dad’s back. 0

Facing this choice again, I was much more clear-headed. Since mom had betrayed dad, why should I try to reconcile them? Moreover, didn’t Chloe want to go with mom and welcome that kind stepdad two years later? I smiled slightly. I said to dad, “Dad, I’ll go with you.” Chloe, standing next to mom, curled her lips in satisfaction. Indeed, although mom was strict, she was a top student back in the day. Following her, she would, like in my previous life, work with our stepdad to mold Chloe into a well-mannered, universally praised young lady. As for me, I could only follow my stepmom and have my reputation ruined. But I accepted all of this willingly. Soon, our parents’ divorce proceedings were completed. Mom got the house as she wished, while dad drove me, with two suitcases, to the other side of the city. Jack, my dad, was a free-spirited person. After mom’s affair, he never showed any negative emotions in front of me and Chloe. Just like now, even though he had lost the house, he was excitedly arranging my room in the newly rented apartment. “Emma, dad will give you a good life.” I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. After all, I knew that right now, mom was dating that man in what used to be our family home. I’m sure Chloe, locked in her room studying, was still in the dark about it. I smiled at dad. I said, “Dad, Emma will make you proud too.” Compared to living in a family where I would be constantly slut-shamed, having a kind dad and an open-minded stepmom should make it pretty hard not to make them proud, right? 0

Two years passed quickly. This year, mom first announced her new relationship on Instagram. At the same time, she also proudly showed off her wedding ring, sweetly writing: “First year with Mr. Chen.” Yes, this man named Daniel Chen was mom’s affair partner from back then. However, she had left a long enough gap, so friends and family all congratulated her after the announcement. Including my sister Chloe. Chloe shared mom’s post, writing proudly: “Uncle Daniel is so nice, in a few days I’ll be calling him dad.” I couldn’t help but sneer. Uncle Daniel was indeed very nice. He had a respectable job, and people’s evaluation of him was always that of a righteous and steady gentleman. His students often praised him online. In my previous life, when I first met my stepdad, he showed a very likable and friendly demeanor, and interacted with me very appropriately. Of course, he would also gently guide me to change my bad habits, acting every bit the good teacher and helpful friend. How could such a good man not raise a well-mannered young lady? Chloe was overjoyed and specifically sent me a message to show off. “Sis, you know about Uncle Daniel, right? He even helps me with my homework. My final exam ranking has risen to the top ten in the class. You’re probably still around twentieth, aren’t you?” “Oh, by the way, the other day I saw dad dating a woman. People say when you get a stepmom, you get a stepdad too. Are you scared?” I coldly looked at the text she sent. In the end, I still didn’t tell her – Your beloved and admired Uncle Daniel is actually a habitual sexual harasser of students. So do you think he’ll spare you? 0

In my previous life, I met a senior student. Coincidentally, the senior knew my stepdad Daniel. The senior told me that stepdad was her high school math teacher. But in her senior year, he mysteriously resigned. “Do you know what everyone was saying about him?” she asked. I nervously asked the senior, “What?” So the senior lowered her voice: “He harassed female students and was fired.” At that time, I was so shocked I couldn’t even speak. This matter weighed on my mind, making me feel suffocated every day. Finally one day, I decided to talk to mom about it. Unexpectedly, mom didn’t take my side. She immediately called stepdad over. Stepdad pointed at my nose and scolded me for having ulterior motives. “Emma, haven’t I been good to you these past few years? Is this how you repay me? Do you have a conscience?” I shook my head helplessly: “I don’t have bad intentions, I just think mom and I have the right to know the truth.” Hearing this, stepdad smashed the teacup on the coffee table with a “bang”. Blood seeped from his fist as he gritted his teeth and said to me: “The truth? The truth is that I was falsely accused back then! I voluntarily resigned to clear my name, otherwise how could I still be a professor now?” After he finished, he took a deep breath and looked at mom: “It seems your daughter has never considered me family. I think it’s time to reconsider our relationship.” That day, mom slapped me twice. Stepdad slammed the door as he left, and mom cried all night in the living room. I didn’t know what I had done wrong. But mom still said those words that made me feel like I had fallen into an ice pit: “Emma, apologize to your stepdad, or don’t come back to this home!” I looked at mom in disbelief, crying as I returned to school that night. With the help of my senior, I contacted the victim of the sexual harassment incident from years ago. In the end, it was verified that it had indeed happened. My stepdad Daniel Chen was truly a hypocrite with the face of a gentleman. The reason he acted so righteous in front of people was nothing more than to win a good reputation. In Chloe’s eyes, I was receiving a quality education from a distinguished professor and strict mother, walking upright and sitting properly, which is why I could marry a good man. But she didn’t know. During the seven years of living with my stepdad, I had to endure almost daily slut-shaming from him and mom. Now, Chloe, are you about to experience it too? 0

I met Aunt Holly. Dad sat nervously and shyly beside her as he introduced her to me: “Emma, this is your Aunt Holly. We just met recently. You’re grown up now, and dad doesn’t want to hide this from you.” I looked at this fashionably dressed woman in front of me. In my previous life, I had only met her a handful of times. Apart from seeing her once at her and dad’s wedding, most of the time my stepdad wouldn’t let me see her. The reason was very bizarre. Stepdad said with disgust: “That woman doesn’t look like a good person. Our Emma should have less contact with her.” But on my birthday, Aunt Holly waited for me at the school gate and gave me a set of branded cosmetics. I remember it clearly, Aunt Holly with her big wavy hair and thick red lips, patted my head and said: “Emma has grown into a young lady. Take Auntie’s gift, I hope you’ll become even more beautiful in the future.” That day was also the happiest day of my 18 years as a girl. Unfortunately, when I got home, this set of cosmetics was discovered by my stepdad. He said: “Wearing makeup at such a young age, are you trying to attract men’s attention?” The psychological shadow from my previous life still made me afraid. But Aunt Holly seemed to sense my emotions. She spoke first, warm and sincere: “Emma, you’re so pretty. Auntie likes you, do you like Auntie?” Me: “…” Dad laughed sheepishly and patted Aunt Holly: “What are you doing? You’ll scare my Emma. She’s slow to warm up to people, we need to take it slow.” After saying that, dad stroked my head and gave me a reassuring look. Actually, I could see that dad had been watching my reactions the whole time. But dad is human too, he needs companionship and love. And Aunt Holly is not a bad person. So the next second, I smiled at Aunt Holly and said: “Auntie, you’re very pretty too. I like you.” I saw that dad and Auntie were both stunned. Dad’s eyes turned red, and he lowered his head to eat a couple bites of food. Aunt Holly, overwhelmed with emotion, took out an exquisite box from her bag. “Emma, I won’t say those polite words for our first meeting. This is a gift Auntie prepared for you, do you like it?” I took it and opened it. What met my eyes was actually – a set of lingerie. I held back my sobs. Memories suddenly flashed back to my previous life, the third day after stepdad came to our home. At 13, I was just beginning to develop as a girl. Not thinking much of it, I hung my freshly washed underwear on the balcony. But stepdad suddenly came to me with a dark face. He threw the underwear at me: “Emma, I’ve only been living with you for a few days, shouldn’t you be more careful?” 0

To others and Chloe, it seemed I had lucked out with a once-in-a-century good stepdad. He always looked at me with righteousness, never overstepping as a stepdad, and worked hard to strictly educate me for my future. But if they knew that I could never appear at home with exposed wrists and ankles, what would they think? Even more terrifying was that mom was lovesick. Stepdad’s voice caught mom’s attention. She came out of the room, and the first thing she saw was the underwear on me. Stepdad pointed at me, as if he had found backup: “Emma is not a little girl anymore, how can she still be so careless? Hanging such private clothing openly on the balcony, what will others think of me? I’m a professor!” I was bewildered as I processed stepdad’s words, momentarily speechless. And I thought mom would help me. She definitely wouldn’t blame me. Unexpectedly, after hearing stepdad’s words, mom also turned her resentful gaze towards me. Then, she launched her first humiliation against me. “Emma, put away your dirty things!” “Is this how I taught you? If I see you displaying these things again, don’t blame me for getting physical!” I stammered, wanting to speak, but didn’t know how to defend myself. I was just a 13-year-old girl! What kind of things are these things? Now that I have a stepdad, do I not even have the right to wear underwear? Am I that indecent? That night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I even started to be brainwashed, wondering if I had really crossed a line? So from then on, I avoided public areas when drying my clothes. I thought, this way stepdad and mom wouldn’t be uncomfortable, right? But it wasn’t like that. Similar things kept happening over the next ten years. When I had my period and went to the bathroom frequently, stepdad saw the tissues I threw in the trash can and made a fuss, calling my mom to look. He accused me: “Who told you to put these things here? What will I think when I see them? Emma, you really have no manners!” Mom chimed in: “You’re a girl! Girls should know how to respect themselves. Your uncle is a professor, isn’t it disgusting for him to see these things?!” I talked back at the time: “Mom, you’re a woman too, and so is uncle’s mother. Tell me, what does this have to do with self-respect?” The next second, a loud slap landed on my face. This slap was actually from stepdad. I covered my face, tears gushing out. Mom just watched, unmoved.

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On the day my ex-husband, the renowned perfumer Leo, announced his engagement, we crossed paths again at an upscale nightclub. Five years had passed. He had become a millionaire, while I, driven by financial desperation, had taken a job as a companion at the club. To humiliate me, his fiancée offered $20,000 if I would compete with a dog for food. Leo watched me bend over, his lips curling in disdain. “So, this is the ‘better future’ you spoke of? Becoming a nightclub companion for others’ amusement?” “Amber, thank you for the favor of abandoning me. Looking at you now makes me sick to my stomach.” What he didn’t know was that I was in the final stages of kidney failure. Five years ago, when he was on the brink of death, I had given him my kidney. Now, swallowing my pride and enduring humiliation, I was only trying to secure a decent final resting place for myself. As I woke up, I stared at the blood-stained sheets, tears streaming down my face uncontrollably. While I was clumsily trying to clean the bloodstains, my phone vibrated. It was a message from the funeral home manager: “Ms. Amber, the plot you’ve chosen is almost ready. We just need the final $20,000 payment to process the paperwork. If you’re sure about it, please make the payment soon.” This plot was the final resting place I had chosen for myself. After replying, I changed into my uniform for the high-end club where I worked and prepared to leave for my shift. A few days ago, I had been hired as a companion at this upscale establishment. Although the job wasn’t respectable, I had no choice if I wanted to save up $20,000 quickly. Little did I know that as soon as I walked into the club’s lobby, I would hear a familiar voice. I looked up to see Leo and his fiancée, Bianca, standing not far away. My heart clenched, and I instinctively wanted to avoid them. But Bianca deliberately called out loudly: “Isn’t that Amber? So you work here now? What’s your number tag? Let me see.” I lowered my head, not wanting them to see the expression on my face. Bianca, however, was relentless. She grabbed my arm and read out my number tag loudly: “250! Haha, what a fitting number.” Leo’s face grew increasingly grim. “Amber, how did you end up like this?” I gritted my teeth, not wanting to appear weak in front of them. But Bianca didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath: “Amber, I heard the income for companions here is pretty good. With your looks, you must make at least $5,000 a day, right?” The onlookers burst into laughter, and I felt a sharp pain in my heart. But I knew I couldn’t cause a scene here. “Bianca, what do you want?” I asked. She smiled slightly. “Nothing much, just want to give you an opportunity.” She then pulled out a check from her pocket and waved it in the air. “$20,000. If you’re willing to perform a little act with my pet dog, this $20,000 is yours.” My heart skipped a beat, and a wave of humiliation washed over me. But looking at that check, I felt conflicted. Leo, standing nearby, had contempt in his eyes. “Amber, are you really willing to give up your dignity for money?” With a pang in my heart, I turned to Bianca. “Fine, I’ll do it.” Leo looked at me, his eyes full of disappointment and disgust. “Amber, you still make me sick, just like before.” He turned and left. Bianca dragged me to a private room and placed a dog bowl in front of me. She then mockingly smiled, “Come on, eat up. Don’t disappoint me.” With trembling hands, I reached for the food in the bowl. Suddenly, Bianca grabbed my hair and shoved my face into the dog bowl. My face pressed against the bowl, humiliation and anger nearly made me lose my mind. “Haha, Amber, you’re such a waste of space,” Bianca laughed out loud and released her grip. After a while, I finally raised my head. Wiping the food residue off my face, I felt utterly hopeless. “What’s with that look? Not happy about it? Want me to say sorry?” Bianca exchanged glances with her friends, their faces filled with undisguised mockery. Leo sat there with a dark expression, silently drinking. Seeing this, Bianca’s eyes flashed with jealousy, and she stood up, ready to humiliate me again. But this time, Leo stopped her. He grabbed my arm and coldly left the room.

A loud noise came from behind, and I knew it was Bianca venting her frustration. When we reached the end of the hallway, I quickly shook off Leo’s hand. He let out a cold laugh, his tone full of contempt. “So this is the bright future you talked about?” “Amber, you abandoned me when I was on the brink of death, all for this job as a companion. You really had foresight, didn’t you?” Five years ago, Leo had fallen seriously ill, with both his kidneys infected by a virus. Without telling him, I had myself tested for compatibility and, surprisingly, I was a match. Without hesitation, I chose to donate my kidney. But I had a severe rejection reaction, losing ten pounds in just three days. The doctor said I wouldn’t last a year. To prevent Leo from experiencing the same pain as me in the future, I staged a scenario to trick him into divorcing me. But unexpectedly, I’ve managed to hold on for over five years. After I broke Leo’s heart, he met a benefactor who helped him become a top perfumer. He also established himself in the entertainment industry and fell in love with the famous star, Bianca. They had just announced their engagement yesterday. Snapping back to reality, I gave Leo a bright smile. “You’re right, the money comes fast. It suits a gold digger like me.” “Leo, congratulations on your engagement to Bianca. I wish you a happy marriage.” As soon as I finished speaking, Leo raised his hand and slapped me. His eyes reddened, and the air around him grew heavy. “This is for the me who once dreamed of growing old with you. Amber, get lost. I never want to see you again.” I suppressed the urge to cough and used all my strength to stand up, but the medical report in my pocket accidentally fell out. Leo picked it up first. After reading it, his brows furrowed. The next second, he slapped me again. “You knew I was coming today, so you deliberately prepared a fake medical report, didn’t you?” “Amber, you’re wrong. Even if you died in front of me, I wouldn’t shed a single tear for someone like you.” Hearing Leo’s words, my heart felt like it was being stabbed by countless needles, making it almost impossible to breathe. But I still managed to nod, forcing a smile that looked worse than crying. “It’s good that you think that way.” With that, I turned to leave. But before I could take a few steps, my vision suddenly went black, and I collapsed to the ground. In the last moment of consciousness, I vaguely felt that leaving like this wouldn’t be so bad. At least I wouldn’t have to see Leo’s eyes full of disgust anymore.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, feeling a wave of panic. If Leo were to find out about my condition, all my previous efforts would have been in vain. I tried to get up, but my body felt as heavy as if it were filled with lead. Just then, I saw Leo come and sit down in the chair next to the bed, looking at me with a complex expression. The disgust and contempt were gone from his eyes, replaced by an indescribable complexity. “You’re awake,” Leo’s voice was soft, with a hint of barely noticeable concern. I was stunned for a moment, then quickly recovered and managed a smile. “Yes, I’m awake.” Leo frowned slightly. “Why did you suddenly faint? The doctor said you have severe hypertension.” My heart tightened, but I quickly calmed down. “Oh, I might be too tired lately, not getting enough rest.” Leo clearly didn’t believe me. He stared at me, his eyes filled with inquiry. “Amber, what are you hiding?” “Was that medical report really fake?” I panicked a bit but tried to stay calm as I explained, “Of course it was fake. What, don’t tell me you’re having old feelings for me and want to get back together?” Just then, Leo’s phone suddenly rang. He glanced at the caller ID, his brow furrowing slightly, but he still answered the call. Bianca’s voice came from the other end of the line, with a hint of crying. “Leo, where are you? Are you still choosing her?” Leo looked at me, a flash of hesitation in his eyes, but he quickly soothed her in a gentle voice, “No, don’t overthink it. I just came to check on her, after all, she was once my wife.” Bianca on the other end clearly didn’t believe him, her voice becoming more agitated. “Leo, don’t lie to me. Just tell me, do you still love her?” Leo was silent for a moment, then said, “Bianca, I love you. Only you. Don’t overthink it, I’ll be back soon.” I closed my eyes tightly, not wanting to hear him profess his love to Bianca. After Leo hung up the phone, he still didn’t leave. We stared at each other for a long time, neither of us speaking. After a while, I was the first to look away. “What do you mean by this? Didn’t you say you were leaving? Why are you still sitting here?” “Amber, have you regretted it in these five years?” Leo stared at me calmly. “We were together for seven years. If it wasn’t for that illness, I never would have believed that you would be the type to abandon me at the critical moment of life and death.” Back then, I had given my heart and soul to Leo, so after our abrupt divorce, he fell into severe depression for a time. At this moment, my nails dug deep into my flesh, and only the intense pain allowed my nervous emotions to calm down. “I won’t regret it, Leo. When love is gone, it’s gone. Why are you so insistent on asking me for an answer?” He slapped me, Then turned his back, tilting his head to wipe away his tears.

My heart ached terribly, but I could only watch Leo. Five minutes later, Leo regained his usual calm demeanor. As he was leaving, he said softly: “If that’s the case, then rest well. Consider it my charity. I’ve already paid the hospital bills, so I’ll be going now.” I opened my eyes and managed a smile. “Thanks for your charity. You should hurry back, don’t keep Bianca waiting.” Leo looked at me, a flash of complexity in his eyes, but he ultimately turned and left. Just then, my phone suddenly vibrated, followed by a bank notification sound. I picked up my phone and looked at the numbers on the screen, a cold smile forming in my heart. It was the $20,000. Bianca had indeed kept her promise. Immediately after, a friend request popped up. After accepting it, Bianca immediately sent several photos – intimate pictures of her and Leo. In the photos, Leo was smiling brightly, his eyes full of happiness. Looking at these photos, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. Then Bianca’s message came through: “I know what you’re thinking. Now that you see Leo’s successful, you want to come back and leech off him, right? Have you no shame?” I stared at the screen, my hands trembling slightly, feeling a mix of emotions. I wanted to refute her, to say that I never intended to disturb Leo’s life. But I also knew that it all meant nothing now. Then I took a deep breath and, in a self-destructive manner, saved each of these photos. Tears blurred my vision without me realizing it, and I tried hard not to let them fall. Perhaps due to the shock, a sudden, intense pain gripped my stomach. I curled up on the bed, clutching my stomach, cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. Then, a mouthful of fresh blood gushed from my mouth, once again staining the sheets red. A nurse, hearing the commotion, quickly ran over. Seeing me vomiting blood, her face changed, and she hurriedly supported me. “Ms. Amber, what’s wrong? Hang in there, I’ll call the doctor right away.” “Wasn’t it just hypertension? Why are you vomiting blood now…” Worried she might tell Leo, I quickly waved my hand and said weakly, “It’s nothing, I’m fine.” The nurse clearly didn’t believe me and said anxiously, “How can you be fine when you’re vomiting blood? I’m going to call the doctor.” I grabbed her hand and shook my head. “Really, there’s no need. I know my own body.” Hearing this, the nurse didn’t insist further, but looked at me with concern in her eyes. “At least let me help you clean up.” I nodded, allowing her to wipe the blood from the corners of my mouth. After she finished, I took out my phone and sent a message to the funeral home manager: “I’ve made the final payment. Let’s do the handover in a week.” After sending the message, I felt another wave of dizziness, my vision went black, and I passed out again. As I lay on the hospital bed, my consciousness gradually fading, I faintly heard the nurse’s anxious voice. She seemed to be on the phone with someone, her tone full of worry. “Mr. Leo? This is City Central Hospital. I’m the nurse in charge of Ms. Amber. Her condition is very bad right now. Can you come over?” My heart tightened. That nurse had indeed told Leo about my condition. I wanted to stop her, but my body felt drained of all energy, and I couldn’t even muster the strength to speak. Not long after, the door to the ward was suddenly pushed open. I thought Leo had come, and my heart filled with panic. However, the person who appeared at the door was Bianca.

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The plane plummeted rapidly. Amber Rose, Caleb Anderson’s first love, had a heart attack from the shock. I stopped Caleb from unbuckling his seatbelt and snatched the medicine from his hand to throw to her. But she still ended up being the only fatality in this plane malfunction. Afterwards, engagement, marriage, pregnancy – everything fell into place smoothly. Until I had complications during childbirth and was struggling for my life on the operating table. Caleb, now Chief of Surgery, watched me slowly lose consciousness with an expressionless face. “Olivia Parker, now you know how terrifying it is for a patient when someone stands by and does nothing?” It turns out he had hated me all along. I opened my eyes, reborn. This time, I let Caleb unbuckle his seatbelt. “Go on, fulfill your duty to save lives!” The plane was plummeting rapidly. Screams and cries erupted throughout the cabin. Except for Caleb, no one noticed Amber clutching her chest and quietly begging for help. The cabin announcement was playing: “The plane is experiencing technical difficulties. Please fasten your seatbelts…” Caleb raised his hand to unbuckle his seatbelt. He was ready to sacrifice his life without hesitation. If I hadn’t accidentally discovered a photo of Caleb and Amber kissing before I died in my past life, I probably would have thought Caleb was just acting on his professional ethics as a doctor. But in reality, he just couldn’t bear to let his first love die here. At that moment, the plane was shaking violently. People who weren’t wearing seatbelts were even thrown high into the air before crashing back down, their heads bleeding. Worried he would get hurt, I desperately tried to stop him from unbuckling his seatbelt and threw the heart medication in his hand to Amber. I said, “Caleb, you need to ensure your own safety before you can save others!” In the end, the plane malfunction resulted in 1 death, 5 severe injuries, and 8 minor injuries. Amber died. The night the news came out, Caleb proposed to me. He said we had been through life and death together, hand in hand. I was so touched that I burst into tears. But when I confronted him with the photo of him and Amber, he angrily pushed me, pregnant, down the stairs. All the deep affection vanished in an instant. Only intense, bone-deep hatred remained. “Olivia Parker, you’re a doctor too!” “Have you never had nightmares all these years about watching a patient die right in front of you?” I was rushed to the hospital with severe bleeding. As I lay on the operating table desperately struggling, the doctors were slow to arrive. Only Caleb, now Chief of Surgery, entered the room. He watched me slowly lose consciousness with an expressionless face. “Olivia Parker, now you know how terrifying it is for a patient when someone stands by and does nothing?” “You selfish woman, you’ve finally experienced Amber’s pain.” “How wonderful.” After ten years of marriage, there was not a trace of pain or pity in his eyes. His venomous gaze pierced me like a sharp blade, wounding me all over. Living this life again, I stepped aside to let Caleb go save Amber. He said with disgust, “Olivia Parker, thankfully you didn’t stop me this time, otherwise—” My heart skipped a beat. Had Caleb… been reborn too?

Amber was extremely lucky this time. After taking the medicine and receiving CPR from Caleb, she slowly regained consciousness. But Caleb’s luck wasn’t so good. Without his seatbelt on, he was thrown high into the air by the violently shaking plane and hit his head, immediately losing consciousness. He had multiple fractures all over his body as well. Especially his hands. He became one of the severely injured. After three days in the ICU, Caleb was moved to a regular ward. The doctor said he was in a deep coma and if he didn’t wake up within seven days, he would become a vegetative patient. Mrs. Anderson wailed and screamed at the hospital, blaming me for not taking good care of her boyfriend. She lunged at me and grabbed my clothes: “This is a disaster! He’s my only son, I raised him with such difficulty!” “Olivia Parker! If anything happens to Caleb, you’ll have to pay with your life!” I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. Caleb’s father had passed away early, leaving his mother to raise him alone. But Caleb was very successful, a top student since childhood. He later went straight to graduate school and got his PhD, sailing smoothly through life. Mrs. Anderson always thought her son was heaven’s chosen one, and no one was good enough for him, including me. Even though my mother was the hospital director and my father was a big shot in the medical field, even though Caleb became Chief of Surgery within just a few years of graduating thanks to my family’s influence, Mrs. Anderson still thought I wasn’t good enough for her precious son. A crowd had gathered around us, with many people taking out their phones to record. Not far away, the door to the ward was pushed open by a woman wearing a mask and covered from head to toe. I recognized that figure even in my dreams. I grabbed Mrs. Anderson’s hand and pointed at Amber. “Mrs. Anderson, if you’re looking for someone to blame, it shouldn’t be me.” “That woman over there is Caleb’s precious darling. He unbuckled his seatbelt to save her, and now he’s in a coma!” Amber’s movements froze. When she heard this, she turned to run. Mrs. Anderson rushed over and slapped her hard across the face. The mask and hat were all violently torn off, exposing Amber’s face to the cameras. “Amber Rose, it’s you!” Mrs. Anderson scratched Amber’s face: “If my son doesn’t wake up, I’ll kill you!” “Are you crazy?!” Amber let out a shrill scream. The angelic face was filled with impatience and anger. “I didn’t beg your son to save me. He chose to be a simp and rushed over recklessly when he saw I was uncomfortable!” “It has nothing to do with me?!” “I even came to see him out of kindness. With your attitude, forget it!” Amber fled in a panic. Mrs. Anderson collapsed to the ground, her face full of resentment.

Mrs. Anderson followed me into the ward: “Anyway, I don’t care. You all share responsibility. If Caleb doesn’t wake up, you’ll all have to take care of him and me…” I rolled my eyes and glanced at Caleb’s condition on the hospital bed. Still no improvement. His face was bruised and swollen, almost unrecognizable. I wonder how he would feel if he knew that Amber, whom he had tried so hard to protect, had actually said such things. Unfortunately, he was in a coma now and couldn’t know anything. I clicked my tongue in regret, about to turn and leave, when suddenly I saw a thin, transparent human form sit up from the bed. I was so startled that I stumbled backwards, stepping on Mrs. Anderson’s foot. “What the hell, why are you stepping on me?” Mrs. Anderson angrily shoved me, her hand passing through Caleb’s soul. She couldn’t see him. I didn’t dare look directly either, only daring to observe the soul’s state from the corner of my eye. I saw Caleb first shocked, then panicked, and finally, he ran in front of me and waved his hand. “Olivia Parker, can you see me?” I could even hear him speak. Could it be because I had been reborn? I pretended not to see or hear him. Caleb sat back down by the bed with a disappointed look, muttering to himself. “Where’s Amber? I wonder how Amber is doing.” “This time, did I manage to protect her?” “Why hasn’t she come to see me?”

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During Memorial Day weekend, Lucas suggested our family take a road trip to Yellowstone National Park. I said it was too dangerous to go to such a remote area without a professional guide, and we should go somewhere else. Mom thought I was ruining Lucas’s excitement. She slapped me across the face and told me to go if I wanted, or get lost if I didn’t. In the end, our family still hit the road. That night, we encountered someone blocking our car. I warned Dad not to open the door, but he called me selfish and forced me to open it. Outside was a bear-man, and it immediately clamped its jaws on my arm. Instead of saving me, Mom pushed me out with all her might. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Lucas suggested going to the wilderness. I warned them again, but Mom still told me to get lost. Alright, that’s exactly what I was waiting for. “Wash my clothes and iron them properly when they’re dry,” Lucas said as he walked past me, kicking my basin with his foot. Water splashed onto my feet, making me shiver from the cold. That’s when I truly felt that I had been reborn. Lucas walked into the living room where Mom and Dad were sitting on the couch watching TV. He plopped down casually and suggested, “Dad, let’s drive to Yellowstone for Memorial Day. My classmate went during spring break and said it was amazing.” “We already promised Grandma we’d visit her in the countryside this year,” Dad said with a troubled expression. “What’s fun about the countryside? Come on, Dad. We just got a new car, and we’ve never taken a road trip before,” Lucas whined to Dad. I watched this scene, feeling a bit dazed. It was the same in my previous life. Lucas pestered Dad about going to Yellowstone because his deskmate had gone during spring break and bragged about it every day. As Dad was hesitating, Mom came out of the bedroom. She had a face mask on and frowned when she saw I hadn’t finished washing the clothes. “Aria, you’ve been washing these two pieces of clothing all morning. When are you planning to do the dishes?” Hearing this, I quickly sped up, hung up the clothes after washing them, and then went to the kitchen. Mom thought doing housework would ruin her hands, so she never did any. Dad was afraid of trouble and good at using technology. So we had a dishwasher and a washing machine, but as long as I was home, I wasn’t allowed to use them. When I finished washing the dishes and came out, Mom and Dad had already agreed to the plan of driving to Yellowstone. Lucas was excitedly browsing items to buy on his phone. Seeing this, I asked, “Where are we going for Memorial Day?” Mom said, “Yellowstone. You’re lucky. If it weren’t for Lucas, you wouldn’t get to go to such a nice place.” I kindly reminded them, “I read online that it’s best to avoid such remote areas. Even experienced explorers can get into trouble.” Lucas immediately became unhappy. “Mom, look at her. She’s always ruining the mood.” Sure enough, just like in my previous life, Mom raised her hand and slapped me. “You think you’re so smart? Go if you want, if not, then get lost.” My face stung from the slap. I held my cheek and thought for a few seconds. Then I started to act crazy. I swept everything off the coffee table with one hand, sending glass cups crashing to the floor. “I’ve had enough! You tell me to go, but I won’t!” I had always been the obedient punching bag at home, so this outburst startled all three of them. Taking advantage of their shock, I ran back to my room to grab my backpack and headed for the door. As I reached it, Mom finally reacted, her voice loud. “Aria, if you have the guts to leave, don’t come back!” I didn’t look back, slamming the door shut with a thunderous bang. Once outside, I couldn’t help but smile. After this scene, even if I wanted to go, Mom and Dad probably wouldn’t let me anymore.

Luckily, our high school required students to live on campus. It was Sunday, the day to return to school. I stayed out until 5 PM before going back. Lucas and I went to the same school. During evening study hall, I went to find him to ask for this week’s allowance. When I got to his classroom, Lucas was bragging to his classmates about going to Yellowstone for Memorial Day. “My parents have already bought everything. I’ll take photos for you guys. This time I’m going further than Tim.” Tim was Lucas’s deskmate, who supposedly went to Yellowstone this month. Hearing this, Tim said, “You can’t go further than me. My dad said we reached the boundary. Going any further would be dangerous.” Lucas raised his chin arrogantly, “That’s because your dad’s not capable. My dad used to be in the army. He can kill a wolf with his bare hands.” I remembered from my previous life that we drove to a place in Yellowstone where there was a sign warning that going further would be very dangerous. Dad was hesitant and didn’t want to continue. But Lucas wasn’t happy and said his classmate had gone that far, so he had to go further. So Mom pressured Dad to keep driving. Dad drove for a while but then couldn’t find the way back. We had entered in the afternoon, but by nightfall, we still didn’t know how to get back to the main road. That’s when we saw someone waving at our car. Dad, who had been looking for a way out all afternoon, felt hopeful and stopped in front of the person. The person started knocking on our windows. Mom and I were sitting in the back, and Dad said to me, “This must be a local. Aria, open the door for the man. We can give him a ride and he can show us the way out.” I remembered reading in a book that if you encounter someone waving in a remote area, you should never stop. Because in this situation, there are only two possibilities. One is that it’s a real person, but in a place with nothing around, a real person you encounter is either a robber or a fugitive. The other possibility is that it’s a bear-man, which are very clever and can mimic human actions. The person outside kept knocking on the window but didn’t speak. I felt the second possibility was more likely. I told Dad about this and said, “Let’s just drive away.” Usually, whatever I said, Lucas would argue against it. This time was no exception. Lucas said, “Aria, do you have some kind of paranoia? There aren’t that many bad people in the world.” Mom poked my head with her fingernail, “You think you’re so smart after reading a few books? You think you have better judgment than us two adults?” Dad also frowned in the front seat, “Just open the door when I tell you to. Why so much nonsense? Open it quickly.” I didn’t want to. Mom reached over me, cursing as she opened the door herself. The moment the door opened, a furry big head thrust in. My arm suddenly hurt terribly as it effortlessly dragged me out. Up close, I saw it was indeed a bear-man. “Dad, Mom, save me!” The bear had my arm clamped tightly in its jaws. The pain made my whole body tremble, but I still struggled desperately. But how could human strength resist a bear? Amidst my screams, Mom quickly closed the door. The bear threw me straight up into the air, and I fell vertically to the ground. I felt like all my bones were shattered and my nerves severed. The bear bit open my stomach with one bite. Mom and Dad drove away.

Thinking of this, I felt as if I could still feel the bear-man tearing at my flesh. My legs trembled slightly. Until someone tapped me on the shoulder, I was finally freed from the terror. Looking up, I met Lucas’s sullen face. “What do you want?” I held out my hand, “Give me this week’s allowance.” Lucas and I were only a year apart, but we were well-known throughout the school. I was in the top ten of my grade, while Lucas was dead last in his. Every pair of Lucas’s shoes cost over a thousand dollars, and all his clothes under the school uniform were designer brands. Meanwhile, I wore the same pair of shoes all year round and only had four outfits to rotate. At first, Mom and Dad said they’d give us each fifty dollars a week for living expenses. But fifty dollars wasn’t enough to live on at our school, so I skipped dinner every day, ate just an egg and a glass of milk for breakfast, and two steamed buns with some chili sauce for lunch. Lucas lived much better than me, ordering stir-fry dishes in the cafeteria every day. When I saw this and asked Mom about it, she scolded me, “You don’t focus on your studies, always comparing yourself to your brother. How could I possibly give him money?” I asked her, “Then why does Lucas eat stir-fry dishes in the cafeteria every day?” “His friends must be treating him,” Mom sneered. “Your brother has many friends, unlike you who doesn’t have a single one.” I felt so wronged at the time. Was it that I didn’t want to make friends? It was that I had no time to make friends. Whether it was holidays or weekends, I always had endless housework to do. I barely had time to do my homework. Later I found out that Mom really hadn’t given Lucas extra money. She had just pre-loaded five thousand dollars onto his meal card, and would reload it whenever it ran out. Lucas said, “Mom and Dad didn’t give you any.” I asked, “Then what am I supposed to eat?” Lucas sneered, “How should I know? That’s what you get for talking back to Mom!” I knew it would be like this. It was the same before. Whenever I did something that made Mom unhappy, she would directly cut off my living expenses. Sometimes she even threatened not to let me go to school. I always thought Mom wouldn’t be so heartless and always held onto a glimmer of hope for her. So every time I would compromise and do whatever she told me to do. But what did I get in return? She pushed me out of the car without hesitation and didn’t even look back as they drove away. After I died, Mom stared out the car window for a long time. But she said to Dad, “It’s good that she’s dead. Now no one will say our Lucas isn’t as good as his sister.” That’s when I realized my family had no feelings for me. Whether I ranked first or was obedient, Mom only cared about Lucas. Seeing Lucas’s smug expression, I felt a bit disgusted but still asked him for money, “If they won’t give it to me, you give it to me.” Lucas’s face changed immediately, “Why should I?” “If you don’t give it to me, I’ll tell Mom about you chasing that girl in your class.” Lucas had been pursuing a girl in his class, and everyone knew about it. But the girl wasn’t blind and wasn’t interested in a mama’s boy like him. After my experience in my previous life, I realized that Mom wasn’t just favoring her son over her daughter – she hated all females. She didn’t just dislike me; she disliked all girls who appeared around Lucas. Once before, when another girl was pursuing Lucas and the family found out about it, Mom went to the school and hit that girl, calling her nasty names to her face. When Lucas heard this, he immediately became anxious. He grabbed my collar and raised his fist at me, “Aria, who gave you permission to talk to me like that? Say it again and I’ll beat you to death!” I looked at him fearlessly, “You’re already threatening to beat me to death, so I might as well tell. Besides, Mom calls me every day to ask about you anyway.” Lucas’s expression changed, and he finally let go of me, blurting out a curse. In the end, he took out fifty dollars from his pocket and threw it on the ground. I said coldly, “I want a hundred.” Lucas cursed at me under his breath and took out another fifty. He pointed at my face and warned, “Don’t you dare say a word more.” Although I had a hundred dollars now, I still didn’t dare spend it carelessly. But life was a bit better than before. At least I dared to order a plate of potato strips for lunch. I remembered that in my previous life, school continued until the Monday of the following week, and we started the holiday on the 30th. When Mom and Dad found out about this, they specially took two days off in advance and picked us up from school on the afternoon of the 29th to drive straight to Wyoming. This week, Mom hadn’t called me to ask about her son’s situation. I thought that no matter what, she wouldn’t take me along. But on the afternoon of the 29th, the teacher called me over and said my parents were waiting for me at the gate. I reluctantly and slowly went out of the school gate. This time, Mom was sitting in the front passenger seat, and Lucas was in the back. “Aria, what are you dawdling for? Get in the car quickly. We’ll hit traffic soon,” Dad shouted at me. I opened the car door and got in, “Didn’t you say you weren’t taking me?” Dad said, “We’re a family. We should do everything together.” But Mom sneered beside him, “You treat her like family, but does she treat you like family?” I expressed my thoughts again, “I don’t want to go.” Mom got annoyed and bared her teeth at me, “Don’t push your luck. Go when I tell you to go. Say another word and I’ll hit you.” When Mom said she would hit someone, she really would. I once had three ribs broken by her. So every time she bared her teeth, my whole heart would tremble. I didn’t dare say anything more. Lucas let out a nasty laugh beside me. The car quickly left the school, getting further and further away as we looked back. We were about to get on the highway. I thought and thought, and finally came up with an idea. “Ouch, ouch!” I clutched my stomach and started yelling, “Ah! My stomach hurts!”

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For years, our relationship was a secret. Finn Foster was a dazzling superstar, while I was his invisible little assistant. I accompanied him from obscurity to nationwide fame, and now he was embarking on a global tour. I arrived in the foreign country a day early to arrange everything for him. But upon landing, he received news of an earthquake. Fearing I might take the last available seat, Finn left without a word. He stole the car I had reserved and successfully rebooked a flight to escape, all without saying a single word. As the earthquake approached, I desperately messaged Finn, demanding to know why he had cut off my escape route. But my messages sank like stones in the sea. Taken advantage of by traffickers in the chaos, they stuffed me into a dumpster where I suffocated to death, harvesting all my useful organs. Just before I died, the screen of a nearby phone lit up with the latest message. “I’m home safe. Hope you’re okay.” 0 I died. On Finn Foster’s 27th birthday. A long, agonizing pain enveloped me, every minute and second before death was torture. An unfamiliar street corner in a foreign land. A dark, cramped dumpster. Rotting, foul-smelling garbage. And my corpse. My body had been hollowed out. Hollowed out in the physical sense. They had dug out my kidneys, liver, corneas… Yet left behind a gray heart. I thought, if a heart could truly stop beating from heartbreak, My time of death would have been two and a half hours earlier. The moment Finn abandoned me alone at the epicenter and left by himself. He really did keep that promise. “Zoe Lin, after I turn 27.” “I won’t care whether you live or die.” I withdrew my thoughts and floated towards the sky. After the earthquake, the world looked devastated. People came and went, not noticing this stinking dumpster. They would even cover their noses and walk away with frowns. This was fine too, no one would see me. That sight would scare them. Not far away were some friendly Asian faces, I floated towards them. Several girls huddled together in a corner, holding handfuls of photo cards. The white lightsticks in their hands emitted a dim glow, like scattered stars. They were Finn’s fans. At this moment, the girls’ faces were streaked with tears, their beautiful makeup ruined. I saw a wandering soul floating above them, a woman in her 40s. She hovered anxiously around their heads. She looked at one of the girls, muttering incessantly. “Sweetie, why didn’t you listen to mommy?” My heart ached a little. “Finn, you’ve let everyone down.” 0

At 3 AM, my body was discovered. The finder was a middle-aged foreign woman. She seemed too hungry and couldn’t help but come to the dumpster to find food. I’m really sorry, there’s no food here, and I scared her. She collapsed on the filthy ground and screamed. The dumpster lid was opened, the phone screen still lit. The screen was frozen on the chat with Finn. “You stole the car I reserved?” “Why?” “You knew about the earthquake beforehand, didn’t you?” “Finn, if you do this, I’ll die.” There was a two-hour blank in between, the timeline of my dried tears. In the last second before my heart stopped, I saw his reply. “I’m home safe. Hope you’re okay.” Seeing that cold message again still hurts. Oh, that’s right. I don’t have a heart anymore. The middle-aged woman shakily got up and took my phone. Then, she disappeared into the alley. I felt a bit sad, but comforted myself. If my phone could help her, that’s not bad. Only, Finn would never be able to contact me again. I think, if he knew, I wonder how happy he’d be. I stared blankly at my own corpse in the dumpster. If Finn doesn’t come, no one will claim me. 0

I floated towards home. In the suburban villa, Finn was writing a song on the couch. His expression was indifferent. Just like the photo on the TV cabinet. That was our only photo together. He wrote songs, washed up, and went to bed as usual. Until the next day, he still had no intention of contacting me. Seeing no breakfast in the kitchen. He frowned. I always used to get up early to make porridge for him. He irritably ruffled his hair, opened a food delivery app, glanced at it for a few seconds, then casually tossed his phone aside. There was a noise at the entrance, it was Sophia Baker, a popular young actress. She was also Finn’s dream girl. “Finn, I made you some porridge.” Sophia wore a pure white dress, her smile innocent and lovely. Finn finally showed a rare smile. “Isn’t Zoe here?” “Is she throwing another tantrum and not coming back?” Hearing this, Finn’s expression darkened. “Why mention her?” “It’d be better if she died out there.” My nose stung. Even though I was dead. Hearing these words, I still wanted to cry. “Finn, your wish came true.” “I really did die out there.”

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Amidst a room full of distinguished guests, my fiancé snatched away my bridal bouquet. He then dropped to one knee, proposing to my sister, who accepted with tears of joy. The wedding suddenly had a new bride, and I became the laughingstock of everyone’s gossip. But then, Lucas Reed, Hong Kong’s golden boy, stepped in with a marriage contract, boldly proposing to me. After our wedding, Lucas showered me with affection, and I once again opened my heart. On the night of my birthday party, I pretended to be drunk and fell asleep in Lucas’s arms. As people discussed how much one could truly love another, I heard him say, “I married the sister my true love despises the most, just to clear the path for her.” Every word fell like thunder in my ears. Nestled closest to his heart, I listened as he professed his love for my sister. I felt my blood run cold, as if plunged into an icy abyss. The room fell silent for a moment before erupting into a chorus of cheers. “As expected of the golden boy! Willing to share a bed with someone he doesn’t love for the sake of his true love.” “Mr. Reed is such a romantic, silently loving Chloe for so many years, even sacrificing his own marriage.” Lucas’s voice was low but tender: “As long as Chloe can be happy, I’m willing to do anything.” His friend teased, “I heard Chloe and Samuel are getting divorced. Doesn’t that mean you can rekindle your romance soon? When are you planning to come clean about your current situation?” Lucas paused before replying coolly, “Olivia can’t live without me. We’ll deal with this slowly.” “Don’t any of you mention this in front of her. I don’t want to see her make a fuss.” Everyone agreed, not daring to upset the golden boy. Someone, emboldened by alcohol, joked, “But Mr. Reed isn’t losing out either. A movie star must be quite the treat in bed.” Lucas chuckled, his fingers absently caressing my earlobe: “Indeed, she is.” I clenched my jaw, holding back tears. I had thought Lucas was my salvation from a bottomless pit. Little did I know, he was the knife cutting the rope. Seven years of marriage had become a joke. Be it Samuel or Lucas, they all loved Chloe. No one loved me.

As the party ended, Lucas personally carried me to the car. He quietly instructed the driver, “My wife is asleep, drive carefully.” Still attentive and considerate, he even lowered his head to nuzzle me gently, his breath warm against my ear. Half-lying in his arms, memories flashed through my mind like a slideshow. Years ago, Samuel Shaw, my childhood sweetheart, suddenly backed out of our wedding. Overnight, I became the laughingstock of all of Hong Kong. That’s when Lucas appeared with a marriage contract. He said he had just inherited his company and needed a stable, suitable marriage to help him establish his position in the group. At that time, disillusioned with love, I didn’t hesitate to agree to this arranged marriage. He gave me a grand wedding that stunned all of Hong Kong, with fireworks lighting up Victoria Harbor all night long. Originally determined to lock away my heart forever, I gradually softened to his unwavering devotion over seven years, opening my heart to him. Now I realized, what I thought was a jar full of honey was actually filled with poison. Immersing myself in it would have been fatal. “Honey,” I murmured, feigning just waking up. Lucas immediately adjusted me to the most comfortable position, letting me lean on his shoulder. “Baby, you drank so much. Are you feeling unwell? I’ll make you some hangover soup when we get home.” I clung to his arm, whining softly, “I was just happy today.” My voice was as sweet as ever. It was all an act, after all. If an amateur like him could keep it up for seven years, how could I, a professional actress, not manage? Lucas was clearly pleased, kissing my forehead lightly. “I have a new project coming up, so I might not be able to visit you on set often. Take care of yourself while filming.” “I’ll arrange for meals to be sent to the set regularly, and have your assistant make sure you eat everything… If you don’t behave… I’ll have to punish you…” Lucas’s suggestive hand lightly pinched my waist. I suppressed the urge to vomit and twisted away. “Stop it, that tickles…”

Late at night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. I thought of the hidden safe in Lucas’s study, which I had never opened before. This time, it took me only a second to open it. Because I finally knew the password was Chloe’s birthday. Inside, contrary to my expectations, there weren’t any mementos of Lucas and Chloe. There was only one company seal. The company name on it struck me like lightning. It was a company I had no connection with, but its name was very familiar to me. Because all the movies, TV shows, and commercial projects Chloe had been involved in over the years were heavily invested in by this company. I had always been puzzled. Why did Chloe, whose acting skills were constantly criticized, have even better resources than me, a wealthy socialite? The mystery was finally solved at this moment. It was Lucas, always paving the way for her. Once, a famous director personally invited me to be the lead actress in his latest film. The script and creative team were all to my satisfaction. To prepare for this role, I cleared half a year in my schedule, worked out to build muscle, and endured a lot of hardship. I had expressed to Lucas more than once how important this project was to me. But he said, “Baby, why work so hard? Isn’t it better to stay at home and be Mrs. Reed?” However, before the film started shooting, the director, willing to pay me a hefty breach of contract fee, replaced me with Chloe as the female lead. It was this company with the mysterious legal representative that tripled the investment, snatching the role away from me for Chloe. I put the seal back in its original position and closed the safe. In the dark and silent room, my eyes were misty with tears. My phone chimed with a notification, the suddenly lit screen particularly glaring in the darkness. “Miss White, have you really thought this through?” “Yes.” It was time to exit their love triangle game.

The next morning, the company’s car came to pick me up for the set. Lucas personally saw me off, kissing the corner of my lips before I left. “Baby, take care and don’t work too hard.” I voluntarily reported my schedule for the day: “We’re shooting an explosion scene today.” Lucas paused: “Wasn’t that scheduled for next week?” “It was changed last minute. We’re changing locations in a couple of days, so this saves us from having to set up the scene again.” He hugged me again, completely oblivious to my probing: “Make sure all safety measures are in place. Be careful.” My heart sank. In the past, whenever I had to film dangerous scenes like explosions, car crashes, or wire work, Lucas would always make time to personally oversee the set. Time and again, he would check the safety measures himself to ensure my wellbeing. But now… With news of Chloe’s marital problems just out, he couldn’t even be bothered to pretend to care deeply anymore. If that’s how it is, I might as well step aside for these star-crossed lovers. During a break in filming, I spotted Lucas’s Rolls-Royce in the parking lot of the neighboring set. Remembering that Chloe was the lead actress for that production, I felt a sudden urge to see him one last time. This impulse drove me towards his car. However, only the driver and his assistant were in the car. Seeing me, they hurriedly got out, looking flustered. “Mrs. Reed, Mr. Reed went to the restroom…” But their eyes kept darting nervously towards Chloe’s trailer nearby. Understanding dawned on me. I walked up and knocked on the trailer door. It was Lucas who opened it. Behind him on the couch, Chloe’s hair was slightly disheveled, her buttons done up crookedly. Seeing me, Lucas panicked for a moment before quickly composing himself. “Olivia, I came to see you and happened to run into Chloe. We were just discussing some business.” I forced a smile: “Oh? What business do you have with my sister that you didn’t tell me about?” “Just some boring work stuff. You wouldn’t be interested,” Lucas brushed me off gently. I was about to speak when his assistant came running up with a work phone: “Mr. Reed, it’s an overseas call from our partners.” Lucas patted my head, coaxing me: “Wait for me a moment, I’ll be right back.” He took the phone and walked away. Chloe uncrossed her legs and sauntered over, looking smug: “Curious about what Lucas and I were discussing, aren’t you? Oh, Olivia, my dear little sister.” “His company is about to announce me as their new brand ambassador across all lines.” “Soon, the whole world will know that Mrs. Reed’s husband chose his wife’s rival as their spokesperson…” “Isn’t that like rubbing your face in the dirt?” “Olivia, just you wait. I’m going to take everything that belongs to you, one by one.” She flashed a bright, challenging smile. She lifted her hair, deliberately showing me the fresh kiss mark on her neck. Chloe and I are half-sisters, sharing the same father but different mothers. She was raised elsewhere until my mother passed away, and then our father brought her home. Once, I had hoped to have a good sisterly relationship with her, but she always hated me and refused to get close. “Olivia, I hate you. You and your mother stole my father, stole everything that should have been mine!” “Chloe, my mom married dad in an arranged marriage. She didn’t know he already had a pregnant girlfriend… My mom was a victim too!” “Shut up! If it weren’t for your mom, dad would have married my mother! You’d better remember, you’re not my sister!” Our father always felt he owed Chloe, and from childhood, he always told me to give in to her. Even when she publicly stole my groom at my wedding to Samuel, dad only scolded her briefly before directly changing the bride on the spot. I fell into self-doubt and even depression for a while. It was Lucas who pulled me out of that quagmire with his love and gentle care. Chloe repeatedly snatched away my resources. Lucas always advised me: “Just treat your acting career as a hobby. I’d rather you spend more time at home with me.” I felt incredibly sweet inside. Meanwhile, Chloe took on several roles I had originally been interested in, greatly increasing her national popularity. Thinking about it now, my rival in the entertainment industry wasn’t just Chloe. It was also my dear husband, who shared my bed but not my dreams. “Oh, by the way, Lucas came to give me a script. He’s investing in a new movie for me, hired the most famous director, the most luxurious creative team. We’re starting production soon.” She handed me the paper script from the table. The cover bore the title in large letters – “Redemption in the Clouds.” Flipping through a few pages, my heart began to tremble violently. On the computer at home, there was a script I had been polishing for seven whole years. It was adapted from my story with Lucas, recording the journey of our seven-year marriage, from strangers to lovers, every little detail. Now it had been handed over to Chloe as a gift from Lucas. I was about to question her when I saw Chloe flash a meaningful smile. Then she raised her hand and slapped herself hard twice on the face, messed up her own hair, and screamed loudly: “Ah—” “Olivia, what are you doing!” Lucas, who was about to step onto the trailer, rushed over at the sound. He looked panicked, not even glancing at me as he pushed me aside and rushed to Chloe, urgently asking: “Chloe, are you okay?” Chloe covered her face, her eyes brimming with tears, looking pitiful. “Lucas, I don’t know… I didn’t do anything, I just invited her in for tea, and she rushed over to hit me, calling me a slut…” Lucas looked up at me, his gaze cold and harsh in a way I had never seen before: “Olivia, I know you have hostility towards Chloe, but how could you hit her for no reason! Look at what you’ve done to her face, how is she supposed to film?” “There are paparazzi outside. If they catch wind of this, how do you plan to deal with it?” I stared straight at Lucas, my eyes red but without a single tear. I didn’t explain that I hadn’t hit Chloe. I only asked him: “Why did you give my script to Chloe?” Lucas’s eyes were cold: “What script? Didn’t I tell you not to be so utilitarian? It’s just a script, does it matter who films it? Didn’t we agree that you’d gradually step back from the entertainment industry and come home to be a wife and mother?” I turned away, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails nearly dug into my palms. All I felt was exhaustion and disappointment. Be a wife and mother? That would never happen now. Perhaps struck by the emptiness on my face, Lucas softened his tone: “Olivia, I’m sorry for losing my temper. I was just worried about the paparazzi twisting this story, which wouldn’t be good for you.” “After all, the fact that Chloe is your sister is already all over the news. You’re my wife, I don’t want people speaking ill of you.” He reached out to ruffle my hair, coaxing softly: “Go back to filming now. I’ll have lunch with you. Be good.” I nodded. Turning away, I let out a cold, mocking smile. Poor Lucas, having to juggle between two women.

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On the day Sophia and I got engaged, her first love committed suicide. To get revenge on me, she had me committed to a psychiatric hospital. Three years later, I escaped. I fear her, hate her, but I will never love her again. In the end, I was diagnosed with terminal brain cancer. She knelt before me, crying and begging me to seek treatment. 0 The day I escaped from the psychiatric hospital, it was snowing heavily. I was wearing the standard blue and white striped hospital uniform, which looked like prison clothes. My feet were in worn-out slippers. Shivering uncontrollably, I hugged myself tightly. With a heart full of hope, I ran back home. It had been so long since I’d been back; my parents must have been worried sick. I started running, but as my feet got too cold, I had to slow down to a walk. If it weren’t for a kind stranger who gave me a ride part of the way, I might have frozen to death. When I arrived home, there wasn’t a single light on. A sense of unease slowly crept over me. But I reassured myself that it was late, and my parents and brother must be asleep. However, after knocking for a long time, there was still no answer. I finally panicked. I started shouting with my hoarse voice, “Mom, Dad, it’s me, Liam! I’m back!” Remembering that the last time I saw them was during an argument, I felt a pang of guilt. That’s right, my parents had tried to convince me not to marry Sophia. “She never loved you, can’t you see that? And she’s a rich heiress. Liam, it’s not that we don’t approve of her, we’re just afraid she’s playing with your feelings.” How could I have believed them? I had a huge fight with them and left, declaring, “From now on, I’m not your son anymore.” Could it be that my parents were still angry? Just as I was thinking this, the door next to me opened. It was Mrs. Lin. She rubbed her sleepy eyes, and the moment she saw me, tears welled up in her eyes. “Liam, why are you only back now? Your parents and your brother…” Seeing her hesitation, my head started pounding as if it had been struck, and I gradually lost my senses. Everything went black, and I passed out. 0

When I woke up, a familiar face appeared before me. It was her! It was Sophia. The one I couldn’t escape from in my dreams and thoughts. She was still as beautiful as ever, even more so than before. Her wavy hair, enchanting eyes, and that beauty mark under her eye that I once loved so desperately. But I was so frightened that I immediately shrank to the edge of the bed. I tightly closed my eyes, not daring to look at her. This face that I once loved more than life itself now terrified me to the core. “Hmph, what’s wrong? Not happy to see me?” Her voice was hoarse and alluring, with a hint of contempt. Of course. In the past, when I missed her, I would climb over the school wall just to find her. I would walk ten miles in the middle of the night just to see her face. I wasn’t afraid of pouring rain. As soon as she opened the door, I would hold her tightly. “I miss you so much.” “I just wanted to see you right away.” I used to love her to the point of madness. So now she thought I had come out just to see her. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” “Why did you escape?” I lowered my head and said cautiously, “I missed…” My voice was harsh from not speaking for so long. “You missed me, right?” “Three years, and you still haven’t learned anything.” Her tone was still as mocking as ever. I knew without looking that her brows were furrowed. I quickly shook my head. “No, no, I missed my parents and brother too much.” I looked up, my face covered in tears. “Can you tell me where they are?” Sophia was stunned. Her expression became a bit unnatural. “You should rest for now. After you’ve rested, I’ll send you back.” Back? To that hellish place. Where there were many men who would sneak onto my bed every night to molest and violate me. A mental patient who would throw hot soup in my face and call me a scumbag at the drop of a hat. And a group of people who would drag me in and beat me up from time to time. Too many to count. The horrifying memories from my mind suddenly overwhelmed me. I screamed, “No, I don’t want to go back, I don’t want to!” As I spoke, I retreated to the window. I looked at Sophia with pleading eyes. “Please, don’t send me back there, I’m begging you.” Sophia looked at me with some disgust. “Look at you now, not a bit of the obedient and sensible person you used to be.” Obedient and sensible? I used to be obedient too. But what did I get in return? When she told me to go west, I never went east. When she went to take care of her first love, Garrett, in the middle of the night, I didn’t say a word. But I endured it all, thinking I could finally get engaged to her. In the end, Garrett committed suicide. And I was the one who got hurt. I fell to my knees in front of her with a thud. “Please, Sophia, don’t send me back.” “I swear, I’ll never appear in your and Garrett’s world again to bother you.” She raised an eyebrow and looked at me, seeming to consider the sincerity of my words. But I had no reason to lie. Now, I truly didn’t love her anymore. What I had was fear, resentment, but never love again. 0

I don’t know why, but hearing me say this, Sophia seemed somewhat displeased. She waved her hand. “You should have learned your lesson after three years.” “If it weren’t for your provocation, Garrett wouldn’t have committed suicide due to depression.” “Three years was too lenient for you.” I nodded repeatedly. I was too tired to argue. At our engagement party back then, Sophia was indecisive, and after receiving Garrett’s farewell call, she broke down and left immediately. Before leaving, she slapped me hard. She angrily questioned me: “What exactly did you say to him? If it weren’t for our years of friendship, do you think you’d have a chance? Did you really think you were my husband? Let me tell you, if anything happens to Garrett, I won’t let you off!” But I didn’t do anything. Later, Garrett was rescued after a suicide attempt by slitting his wrists, and Sophia found screenshots of my provocative text messages on his phone. With those screenshots, she had me committed to a psychiatric hospital without a second thought. Even though I said a hundred times that I didn’t do it. She still looked at me with that expression of extreme disgust. “Not sending you to prison is already my mercy to you.” Her eyes were like knives, stabbing my heart again and again. She used to like me before. Before she met Garrett. She used to hate her father for having an affair and causing her mother’s death. She hated even more how her father was so good to that mistress’s child. But the moment she saw him, Sophia said to me, “I like him so much, Liam. Do you know what it feels like to have your heart skip a beat?” How could I not know? Every time I looked at her, my heart skipped a beat. Those words were enough to make me give up. But how could I let go? We had beautiful memories together and made firm promises. Not to mention that Garrett was her nominal brother. They couldn’t be together in the first place. So Garrett, who couldn’t marry her himself, wouldn’t let Sophia marry me either. Before that, Sophia had dragged me by the collar to Garrett’s hospital bed. She wanted me to kneel before him and apologize. I refused. I loved her, but as a man, I had my own dignity. This angered her. Garrett took advantage of Sophia’s absence when she went to buy porridge for him, and spoke to me with an arrogant expression. “She only loves me.” “Even if I can’t marry her, you can’t either. I’ll always be the only one in her heart. With just a crook of my finger, she’ll come running like a dog. You’re nothing but a pathetic substitute.” “You disgust me.” I was furious, and felt that Sophia’s true feelings were not worth it. “Is being the other man something to be proud of? You’re just like your mother. She stole Sophia’s father and destroyed their family. And you, having inappropriate feelings for your sister, happy to be the third wheel.” He glared at me fiercely, but suddenly changed his expression. Covering his face, he sobbed. “I know you don’t like me, Liam. I’ve wronged you. I’ll just go and die, so I won’t be an eyesore to you anymore.” I was sick of his act. He was better at pretending than any woman I’d ever met. “Then go ahead and die. This time, make sure to cut deeper.” I knew he didn’t really want to die; this was just another act. How could he give up the wealth and status he had now? But as I turned around, I met a pair of cold eyes. It was Sophia, who had returned with the porridge. She threw the porridge in my face. The scalding porridge burned my skin, causing blisters. But she didn’t care at all. “You’re so vicious, it makes me sick.” “It seems I’ve been too lenient with you before. Someone like you deserves to be sent to a psychiatric hospital.” Yes, I was sent there. Those three years not only cured my love sickness, But also gave me severe depression and insomnia. Now, just thinking about Sophia, seeing her, or having any contact with her would make me tremble uncontrollably. In severe cases, I would even pass out. 0

Sophia went to the company. I quickly found a phone and called my parents. But all that awaited me was the message that no one was answering. What had happened to my parents? Why did Mrs. Lin, the neighbor, cry? And why did Sophia seem hesitant to speak? I called my best friend next. “Hello, who is this?” Hearing his voice, I felt so moved I wanted to cry. When Sophia forcibly sent me to the psychiatric hospital, my phone was taken away. I tried to escape from that place countless times, but each time I was caught and brought back. Then they would give me stronger doses of medication. I would be in a daze for a long time before gradually regaining consciousness. I used to fantasize that Sophia would come to see me and take me out. As long as she could take me out, I would do anything she wanted, be her dog, or completely disappear from her sight. I had been tortured to the point of completely losing my sense of self. But I waited and waited, until I couldn’t wait anymore. My nose stung, and tears suddenly welled up in my eyes. My best friend Ryan was the person I missed most after my parents. “It’s me, Ryan. It’s me, Liam.” “Oh my God, Liam, you’ve finally shown up. Where have you been these three years? You don’t know how crazy your parents went looking for you.” “Later, they went to find Sophia, I don’t know what happened. When they came back, they were in a daze. Not long after, there was an accident… your whole family, your parents and your brother, they all died in that car crash.” “What?!” By the end, Ryan was choking up and could barely speak. It was like a bolt from the blue. Although I had a premonition, when the real news came, I still couldn’t accept it. Seeing that I remained silent for a long time, Ryan anxiously called my name. “Liam, don’t scare me. Where are you? What exactly happened to you?” The pain in my heart made it difficult to breathe, but at this moment, I couldn’t shed a single tear. I raised my hand and mechanically slapped my own face. Again and again. Until it was swollen and numb. “It’s all my fault. I killed my parents and brother.” I said mechanically. Endless regret overwhelmed me like a tide. But I could never bring my parents back. The one who should have died was me, so why did the retribution fall on my loved ones? Ryan said he was on a business trip out of town and told me to stay at Sophia’s house for one night. He would come to pick me up tomorrow. I agreed. I sat with my arms wrapped around myself from day to night. Not eating or drinking anything, feeling nothing. When Sophia came back, the sudden light hurt my eyes. “Why aren’t you resting? Were you waiting for me?” she asked. Her expression was unusually gentle. Sophia’s attitude towards me had never been good after that incident, and it only got worse. Only occasionally, when she was in the mood, would she show me a bit of kindness. I always gave her whatever she wanted, and even when she was in a bad mood and took it out on me, I didn’t mind. And the few times we shared a bed, she never faced me. I thought she was tired. Later, I found out that she simply didn’t want to look at my face. She would get up in the middle of the night to call Garrett. Comforting him when he was jealous. “You know I treat him as if he were you. When I’m with him, I never look at him directly.” At that moment, my heart felt like it had fallen into an ice pit. But I still believed that people’s hearts were made of flesh, and that over time, she would remember my kindness and fall in love with me again. But it was all just my wishful thinking. Sophia came closer, her breath on my face. Her voice was low in my ear, making my whole body tingle. “I’ve had a bit to drink.” She lowered her head, about to kiss me. But I quickly dodged. A flash of displeasure crossed her face. Her slender fingers gripped my chin. Forcing me to face her. “Playing hard to get, huh? Didn’t you used to beg me to kiss you?” I couldn’t bear to listen anymore. My stomach churned. I pushed her away and started dry heaving. She walked away, disappointed. “What are you pretending for? You used to do everything you could to seduce me into your bed, and now you’re rejecting me.” I smiled. “That’s right.” “But when you were with me, weren’t you always thinking of Garrett’s face?” Hearing this, her expression changed. First, she hurriedly explained, “That’s not what I meant, Liam.” Then, realizing she had misspoken, she coldened her face, “You eavesdropped on my phone call?” I patted my chest. Changing the subject. “What did you tell my parents when they came to find you back then? It led to them being in a daze and getting into a car accident.” I stared at her intently. She turned her head away. Speaking unnaturally, “I just told them you were sick and went to the hospital for treatment.” “Is that so? If that’s all, then why didn’t you let them visit me? Moreover, you knew very well that I wasn’t sick! Sophia, I loved you for ten years, starting from your freshman speech in high school. You know very well how I treated you during these ten years. If you were tired of me, I could have stopped pursuing you, but why did you have to kill my parents and my brother? He was still so young.” “If you hated me, you could have taken revenge on me. Why did you have to hurt them!” I cried out these words to her. My mind was on the verge of collapse. “I didn’t kill them! It was an accident! I know you’re heartbroken, but that’s no reason for you to go crazy at me.” “Just stay here and calm down.” “I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight.” Sophia threw out these cold words and left. What did she mean? Was she planning to sleep with me tomorrow? I let out a cold laugh. “Sophia, it’s been three years. You love Garrett so much, why haven’t you married him?” “Don’t tell me you’re still waiting for me.” “Or could it be that you actually have some feelings for me?” Sophia was stunned for a moment. She quickly denied it with a cold laugh. “Like you? How is that possible? Don’t dream on.” “It’s just that you’re not as clingy anymore, so I’m a bit less disgusted with you.” “As for you, having loved me for so long, I’m afraid getting over me won’t be so easy, will it?” I nodded, not answering. Indeed, it wasn’t easy. It was like being skinned alive. Seeing this, her expression showed a hint of satisfaction. Convinced that I still loved her. Pleased with my obedience and understanding, she nodded. She reached out her hand, patting my head as if rewarding a dog that comes when called. “If you had been this sensible earlier, I wouldn’t have sent you to the psychiatric hospital.” “If you can know your place and stop causing trouble for Garrett, I might consider keeping you by my side.” As if bestowing a favor. For the past me, staying by her side was my greatest dream. But now, it was the most terrifying curse.

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Reborn and determined to escape the doomed marriage, I rejected Nathan Whitman, who got down on one knee to propose to me, signed the contract as a principal dancer, and spirited his mother, Jane Whitman, away without a second thought. In my previous life, Jane perished in a car crash during Nathan’s and my honeymoon abroad. Nathan held me responsible for his absence in her final moments and spiraled into a deep depression since then. To atone for a sin I didn’t commit, I quit my job and became his stay-at-home wife. However, all my doting care for Nathan ended up in him callously allowing his childhood sweetheart, Olivia Reed, to paralyze me, force me to miscarry, and even push me into the sea. As the icy water choked my lungs and numbed my veins, I died with bitter resentment. Then I woke up, only to find myself back at the proposal while Nathan, ring in hand, was gazing at me with adoration. “Aurora! Nathan spent three months planning this proposal. He even booked tickets to Elysiland, your dream destination. Are you humiliating him on purpose?” No sooner had I refused than Olivia emerged from the crowd to scold me. Her familiarity with Nathan was laughable. I’d always believed they were nothing more than close childhood friends, never imagining that Olivia had been harboring a long-standing crush on him. I ripped up the tickets and tossed them in her face. “Since you care about him so much, be with him!” “You!” Olivia gritted her teeth, a faint blush staining her cheeks. She bit her lip and glanced at Nathan. He shot up and shielded her, staring at me in disbelief. “Aurora, have you lost your mind? Nothing I do is good enough for you!” The sight of them made me sick to my stomach. I dashed to the restroom and threw up. Gazing at my made-up face in the mirror, I finally confirmed I’d been reborn.

In my previous life, Nathan took me to Elysiland for our honeymoon. Right after landing, we got the news that Jane had been in a car accident and was in the hospital. We caught the first flight back, but by the time we reached the hospital, she was gone. Olivia stood there, sniffling, and subtly blamed Nathan for going to Elysiland with me. “Nathan, what matters more to you, Aurora’s wishes or your mother’s life?!” Nathan stood there, looking defeated. After a long silence, he glanced up at me with bloodshot eyes. “Aurora, if it weren’t for you, Mom would still be alive!” The honeymoon, which was supposed to be a sweet surprise when he proposed, was now being twisted into my demand. I wanted to defend myself, but his hateful gaze silenced me. From that moment on, I was the villain in his story. Our wedding decorations were still up, but our wedding photo was replaced with Jane’s portrait. I was stuck in this nightmare, and Nathan, unwilling to go home, moved in with Olivia. She pretended to be helping us reconcile, but in reality, she’d started living with him the day after Jane died. Yet, I still transferred the money to her, imploring her to look after Nathan. To save our failing marriage, I turned down an offer from Reverie Dance Theatre the day my pregnancy test results came in. I saw our baby as the only hope and carefully put the test results in a pretty box. However, when I knocked on Olivia’s door, there she was, three months pregnant, leaning on Nathan. The answer to who the father was was clear as day. She spotted my belly and snorted, “Look, Nathan, the murderer of your mother is here. “Would you really keep a baby from her?” “Just get rid of it. It’s bad luck.” Nathan didn’t even spare me a glance before slamming the door shut. Heartbroken, I sent him a divorce agreement. He tore it up and sneered, “Aurora, you have no right to call it quits. “You’ll spend the rest of your life paying me back.” Therefore, he let Olivia force me to take abortion pills and watched as I, bleeding, tried to make it to the hospital but fell from the fourth floor. I lost the baby and became paralyzed. Yet, Olivia’s cruelty hadn’t run its course. She sent thugs to storm my home, strap me to a wheelchair, and hurl me into the churning sea. As I was drowning, she shouted with a smirk, “Nothing’s going to stop me and Nathan. You and Jane had it coming!” Only then did I realize Jane’s death was no accident—Olivia had been plotting it for years. Thankfully, I had a second life now.

Stepping out of the restroom, I found Nathan standing in the crowd, his face a picture of mortification. Everyone here was his acquaintance, and he was the kind who’d rather eat glass than lose face. Right now, his pride was in the gutter, and Olivia just kept pouring salt in the wound. “Nathan, did I mess up the arrangements and make Aurora misunderstand?” she cooed. “Shut it!” Nathan snapped. His scowl deepened, and I could tell he had no idea how his ever-compliant girlfriend could pull such a stunt. His frown didn’t ease until he saw me. “Aurora, I was out of line earlier,” he said, all honeyed tones. “I’ve been planning this proposal for ages, and Olivia helped me every step of the way. You’ve just got the wrong idea. “You’re the only one for me, always.” Nathan reached for my hand, ring at the ready, desperate to salvage the situation. I yanked my hand back. He furrowed his bros and whispered, “Aurora, enough with the dramatics.” I chuckled, “For five years, every gift you gave me? Olivia’s idea. I like mild flavors, but she sent you to take me for spicy food. I’m terrified of heights, yet she convinced you to drag me bungee jumping. I’m allergic to pollen, but she told you to deck the place with roses for the proposal. “Is she your mother? Why are you so obedient to her? “Or are you using me as some twisted flirting prop, trying to get me killed?” Nathan was displeased. “That’s not what this is.” Olivia batted teary eyes at him. “Nathan, I only want the best for you two.” I said icily, exposing her lie, “Really? But you slept with him.” “Aurora!” Nathan seethed. “I told you, we were drunk. There was only one bed left. Nothing happened.” Olivia clung to his sleeve. “Aurora, don’t tell me you’re still bitter about that, trying to humiliate us today?” The air crackled with tension as the gaze of the onlookers became more and more piercing. Nathan gave a humorless laugh. “Fine. If you don’t trust me, so be it.” He whirled around, dropping to one knee in front of Olivia with the ring. “Olivia, will you marry me?” This surprise came so suddenly that she covered her mouth with both hands, overwhelmed by excitement. “Are you serious?” “Of course.” Before she could say yes, he jammed the too-small ring onto her finger. The crowd winced at his rough handling. Olivia forced a smile and gritted her teeth, enduring the discomfort. Then, she hooked her arm around Nathan’s and showed off the big diamond ring with the other hand. “Aurora, you’ll regret letting this excellent man go.” “Congratulations! May you last forever.” I raised a glass of wine, toasting her new fiancé, the man I’d once tossed aside like trash. Nathan stormed off without a word, Olivia hot on his heels. The guests all gave me pitying looks. Nathan and I always seemed like the perfect couple. No one knew Olivia had been lurking in the shadows all along. Once the awkward goodbyes were done, I headed home and replied to the Imaginarium Dance Theatre’s offer to be principal dancer. This time around, I was going to follow my dreams. Lying in bed, I scrolled past Olivia’s Instagram post of her ring and smiled with disdain. After blocking and deleting her, I drifted off. The next morning, ninety-nine missed calls jolted me awake. Jane was frantic on the line. “Aurora, what on earth did you two quarrel about? How did that bastard Nathan upset you? I’ll teach him a lesson!” During the five years that I had been with Nathan, Jane had treated me like her daughter, always bragging that Nathan didn’t deserve me. The sound of Jane’s voice, which I hadn’t heard for a long time, made me lose my composure, and I almost burst into tears. “It’s okay, Jane.” She caught me crying and got even angrier. “I’ve always warned him to stay away from Olivia! Aurora, don’t worry. I only accept you as his wife. As long as I’m still alive, Olivia will never be able to marry into the Whitman family.” “Thanks, Jane, but it’s over between me and Nathan.” I’d sacrificed enough for him in my last life. No amount of Jane’s kindness could make me do it again. Jane sighed, “I should never have sponsored that maid’s daughter and let her go to school with Nathan. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have had all the chances to cling to him…” Before she could finish, a loud crash suddenly erupted from her end. “Jane!” Olivia’s mocking laugh came through. “You meddling old hag! You’re the one stopping Nathan from marrying me, right? You started helping me, so why not finish the job? “No one in this world loves Nathan more than I do. It’s no use regretting now.” I heard Jane’s labored breathing and her faint cry for help. It dawned on me that she was in trouble. Before I could shout to stop Olivia, she noticed the call and cut it off. I grabbed my coat and bolted for the door, but the moment I swung it open, I crashed into Nathan. He stood there, blocking my way, with a dark face. “Who are you in such a hurry to meet?” Noticing that Nathan’s eyes sharpened with distrust, I thought he was being irrational. “Do you believe everyone shares your capacity for betrayal?”

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In my previous life, when I was gravely ill and hospitalized, my wife cut off all contact and vanished for two years. From the moment I fell sick until I passed away, it was my sister who took care of me. But after my death, my absent wife returned to claim my inheritance. In the end, she took away 90% of my estate and went on to live a happy life with her first love. Meanwhile, my sister had to mortgage our family home to pay for my treatment and ended up homeless. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself on the day I was diagnosed with my terminal illness. In this life, I still couldn’t change the fact that I would die. But I was determined not to let my sister suffer the same fate as before, and I certainly wouldn’t let my deceitful wife get a penny! When I opened my eyes, the woman beside me couldn’t contain her tears of joy. “Thank goodness, brother, you’re finally awake!” I was momentarily stunned. The scene before me was all too familiar, and I realized I had been given a second chance at life. My sister, Josephine Parker, held my hand and reassured me, “Don’t be afraid, brother. Even if I have to sell everything we own, I’ll make sure you get treated! You won’t die…” Seeing my sister with her eyes red from crying, my heart ached. In my previous life, my wife, Fiona Brooks, had severed all ties and disappeared without a trace after I became seriously ill. But my sister, Josephine Parker, had mortgaged our only home to ensure I received treatment, ultimately losing everything and ending up homeless. After my death, Fiona returned with a lawyer, and as my “legal wife,” claimed nearly 90% of my estate. She then used the money to live a lavish life with her first love, Ezra Bennett. The hospital room door suddenly opened, pulling me out of my memories. It was Fiona! She walked into the room in high heels, clutching a medical report, her eyes slightly red as if she had just cried. But I noticed a distinct pinch mark on her wrist—she had deliberately hurt herself to aid in her dramatic display of tears. “Honey…” Fiona rushed to my bedside, holding my hand and crying, “Honey, the doctor said you… you have cancer! Boohoo…” She cried convincingly, but the tears never really fell, like a performer failing their role. I ignored her sobs and focused on her carefully applied makeup, reflecting on everything from my previous life. I sighed, realizing how deceptive appearances could be. Who would have thought that such a pretty and gentle wife would leave me after I fell ill? According to the previous life’s events, we’d argue soon, and Fiona would leave, cutting off all contact until I died, only to return and fight for my inheritance. As I pondered, I noticed a dark red mark peeking from her collar. I reached out to reveal it, my face darkening, “What does the tattoo ‘TH&WL’ under your collarbone mean?” Fiona was startled, quickly brushing my hand away and readjusting her top, “Are you hallucinating because you’re so sick? There’s no tattoo.” I sneered inside, playing dumb. “Must have been a hallucination, then.” She still carried the lingering scent of Ezra Bennett. “What’s that smell on you?” I asked, pretending not to know. “What smell? Nolan Parker, you’re sick now; I don’t want to argue with you!” Fiona’s face was displeased. Josephine shot Fiona a disapproving look, “At a time like this, you still want to argue with my brother? Are you trying to make things worse for him?” “Fiona, you should go back to work. I’ll take care of Nolan.” My sister wanted to send Fiona away to avoid any arguments between us. In my previous life, I had caused a huge scene at this point. In this life, I found it unnecessary. So I didn’t have a direct conflict with Fiona. After Fiona left, I finally calmed down to consider my strategy. I needed to transfer all my assets to my sister before I died.

Three days after being discharged, I immediately contacted my classmate Gideon Carter, a highly skilled private lawyer who had handled many difficult cases. “You’re in the late stage of liver cancer? No way?” Gideon was shocked to hear about my cancer diagnosis, but after seeing my diagnosis report, he sighed deeply, “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect…” I shook my head with a smile, “I called you today to draft a will. I want to transfer all my money to my sister.” After reviewing the documents I provided, Gideon shook his head, “That might be difficult. Fiona is your legal wife, and by law, she has rights to half of your assets.” I pushed a thick stack of envelopes toward Gideon, “Don’t tell me about the process; I just want results. Also, here’s a lead: Fiona’s having an affair, and it’s with our college classmate, Ezra Bennett.” “Ezra Bennett??” Gideon was shocked, his mouth agape, “That guy seemed honest… who would’ve thought?” “That’s why I’m asking an old classmate to help me find evidence of Fiona’s affair.” “Alright…” After leaving the law firm, I returned home and was surprised to find Fiona there! “You, why are you home?” I was surprised. Maybe because I didn’t insist on exposing the tattoo under Fiona’s collarbone, the butterfly effect led to her not cutting me off or leaving in this life. Fiona was excited, “Honey, I asked a doctor friend. They said, while domestically they can only prolong life, there have been successful treatments abroad!” I was taken aback, “Terminal liver cancer can be treated?” “Yes, yes, yes! Of course, it can! But the surgery is very expensive…” “How much?” I suddenly became interested. Not because I naively believed the terminal illness could be cured, but because I wanted to know her real intentions. Fiona told me, “The surgery costs about $50,000.” $50,000, which is roughly over 350,000 dollars. Fiona really had a good plan! 350,000 is almost the total of all my assets! She wanted to trick all my money out and then live a happy life with Ezra Bennett! “Forget it. Losing everything for a treatment that might not work isn’t worth it.” Bang! Fiona slammed the chopsticks on the table, anxiously saying, “How can you say that? If there’s a chance to be cured, even if it means losing everything, I’ll do it!” Ha! If I hadn’t lived through two lifetimes, I might have believed your nonsense! “Alright then, you make the arrangements, I want to rest for a while.” Fiona suddenly realized, “Wait, honey, you’re so sick, why aren’t you in the hospital and back home?” Her expression turned sour, as if she thought of something, and quickly came over to pull me, “No, you must go back to the hospital with me now! You need to be hospitalized!” I thought, go to the hospital so you and Ezra can have your secret meetings? But… it wouldn’t be impossible. “I’m just grabbing something, then I’ll head back. The doctor prescribed medicine, and I’m not bedridden yet.” Just as I was about to leave, I heard the sound of the door code being entered, and then Ezra Bennett burst in. “Sweetheart! I’m here! I missed you so much!”

Ezra rushed in and hugged Fiona, completely unaware that I was in the corner. Fiona was terrified, “Let go of me! Don’t touch me!” Ezra looked puzzled, “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?” The next second, he could no longer call her sweetheart because he saw me. His face turned pale, “Nolan Parker? Weren’t you in the hospital?” “If I were in the hospital, I wouldn’t have seen such a marvelous scene. Fiona, do you have an explanation for this?” I was so angry I could curse! Not because Fiona and Ezra hugged, but because of Ezra’s stupidity! He didn’t even check the room before hugging my wife! Now I couldn’t pretend not to know about their affair! I didn’t even have the chance to act dumb! So I had to question him, “Ezra Bennett! We’re classmates, right? You just walked in and hugged my wife, what’s up with that? And how do you know my house code?” Ezra was extremely embarrassed, scratching his head, “Well… I, actually I…” He couldn’t get a word out. Fiona was quick to react, explaining to me, “Honey, don’t misunderstand. Didn’t I just tell you about the surgery abroad? Ezra was the one who helped introduce it. He must have some good news, so he got excited and forgot about the boundaries and hugged me!” Fiona’s explanation made Ezra quickly chime in, “Yes, yes, yes! That’s exactly what happened! I was just too excited, and then I was startled to see you, so I got a bit flustered. Old classmate, you don’t mind, right? I’m doing this for your good.” Ha… Of course, I don’t mind. Not only do I not mind, but I also hope you two get together quickly, so I have the chance to carry out my plan! Thinking this, I couldn’t say it out loud: “But you can’t do that, right? Hugging my wife in front of me? Don’t you know you shouldn’t mess with a friend’s wife?” Fortunately, Ezra knew about Fiona’s inheritance transfer plan, so he sat beside me, “Buddy, I’m sorry about your condition, but there’s still hope! The doctor I know abroad is really good in the field of liver surgery!” Heh… Of course, I don’t mind. In fact, I hope you two get together soon so I can finally put my plan into action! That’s what I thought, but I couldn’t say it out loud: “Isn’t this a bit much? Hugging my wife right in front of me? Haven’t you heard you shouldn’t mess with a friend’s wife?” Luckily, Ezra Bennett knew about Fiona Brooks’ plan to transfer her inheritance. He came over and sat next to me. “Hey buddy, I’m really sorry about your illness, but there’s still hope! I know a doctor overseas who’s excellent with liver surgeries!” “Sure, the surgery is expensive, but you only live once. Once you save your life, you can earn back the money!” Seeing Ezra act so concerned made me inwardly seethe with anger. Sell everything to scrape together money, send it abroad, and then let you and Fiona live it up? “Just talk to Fiona about it. I trust her! I’m a bit tired and just grabbing some stuff before heading back to the hospital.” “You guys chat.” I got up and went into the room. The first thing I did was grab the property deed. Then I stuffed it deep into my backpack, along with a few clothes to make it look casual. “I’m off. You guys talk. It’s best if you give me a plan soon. I’m young and don’t want to die.” Standing at the door, I shook Ezra’s hand, pretending as if I couldn’t live without him. Downstairs, into the car. The first thing I did was turn on my phone’s surveillance. The house had cameras originally for watching our pet dog. I never thought I’d use them to keep an eye on my wife now. On the couch, the two sat side by side. Ezra’s hand was getting a bit too familiar, and Fiona slapped it away. “Don’t mess around. This is still Nolan Parker’s home. Don’t go overboard!” Ezra, rubbing his slapped hand, looked a bit upset. “How’s that overboard? It’s not like we haven’t done things here before.” “Nolan’s about to die soon. What are you afraid of? Once we transfer his money abroad, we’ll be free to be together!” “True. Let’s find a place to hide for two years. I don’t want to take care of him every day. We can come back to claim the inheritance once he’s dead.” I’d love to see what she does when she finds out I’m not dead in two years. Fiona Brooks has a strong sixth sense! She actually gave up the plan to take all my assets and decided to take part first, then come back for the inheritance after squandering it and when I’m dead. I tapped the steering wheel, trying hard to come up with a counter-plan. Suddenly, a bright idea struck me—a very feasible plan. In my past life, after being blocked by my wife, I let myself go and didn’t cooperate with the hospital for chemotherapy, so I died within two years. But this time, I’m going to defy her wishes and live as long as I can. And not just live longer, but find a way to fake my death and trick her into coming back for the inheritance! On the third day of my hospital stay, Fiona and Ezra came to see me. “Honey, Ezra and I just discussed, and he’s planning to take me abroad to see that expert doctor.” I frowned, acting like I didn’t know: “You’re going abroad?” Fiona nodded, “Of course, I need to check if that doctor is really skilled. Only then can I trust him to perform surgery on you! Honey, I’m doing this for your own good!” I’ve heard “for your own good” so many times, I’m sick of it. “Alright, then you guys go.” Fiona hesitated and rubbed her thumb and forefinger together: “But honey, I need funds.” I pulled out an international card and handed it to her: “All the funds you need are on this card. There’s definitely enough money for you. Go ahead, I’ll be waiting at home for good news.” This international card was something I arranged through a lawyer friend, spending quite a bit to have a professional set it up. No matter how much is spent, I’ll receive cross-border text messages on my phone. “There’s a million on the card, use it as you wish.” There’s indeed a million on the card, but 900,000 of it is frozen and unusable. Once she spends the ten thousand, and the rest can’t be accessed, she’ll naturally come back. And what I need is her international spending notifications. Then, I’ll hire a private investigator to capture evidence of her and Ezra’s affair abroad. Fiona couldn’t hide her delight when she heard I prepared a million for her. “That’s great, honey~” She hugged me, leaving a kiss on my cheek with a crisp “mwah” sound. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ezra’s lips turn into an unhappy frown. “Come on, you two are practically an old married couple, can you not show off your love in front of me?” Ezra said, pulling Fiona out of my arms. I frowned at Ezra, “What? My wife is going abroad, and I don’t know when she’ll be back. You even have an issue with me kissing her?” Ezra was clearly upset, feeling like his own wife was being encroached upon. But he didn’t dare to get angry, only managing to say coldly, “Once we contact the doctor and cure your illness, you two can get as cozy as you want. The flight will be missed soon, Fiona, we should leave early.” Fiona, after hearing this, reluctantly said goodbye to me, uttered a few polite words, and then left the ward with Ezra. As soon as they left, I called the private investigator: “They’ve left, follow them, don’t lose track.” “Don’t worry, boss. You get what you pay for. Trust me, keep an eye on your phone for updates.” Shortly after Detective Wang hung up, I received real-time tracking short videos on Snapchat. Watching the videos, I couldn’t help but admire Detective Wang’s skills. In the video, although Detective Wang was filming from 20 meters away, Fiona and Ezra’s conversation was clearly captured in the short video. After asking, I learned that Detective Wang had purchased a directional listening device abroad, with a coverage range of nearly 300 meters! I was genuinely impressed. You get what you pay for. Such professional listening devices aren’t something an average private investigator can afford. Or even if they could, they might not have the means to get them. The first place Fiona and Ezra went after leaving the hospital was the nearest international bank. Confirming there was indeed a million in the account, Ezra couldn’t help but say happily: “Nolan Parker really gave you a million? He’s so generous. If he knew you were taking this million not to find a doctor for him but to have fun abroad with me, I wonder how he’d react. I’m so looking forward to it.” Fiona couldn’t help but give him a playful glare, “You’re so bad!” Though it seemed like a complaint, her tone was full of affection. I felt deeply hurt. Fiona had never shown such playful affection towards me. I always thought she wasn’t someone who’d act coy, but it turned out I wasn’t worthy of her tenderness. While I was lost in thought, Fiona took out a watch from her bag, “Ezra, a man needs to have some style abroad. You should wear this watch.” Ezra’s eyes nearly popped out when he saw the watch. “Patek Philippe? This thing starts at 300,000 at the lowest! Let me see this model… Holy crap? A platinum vintage model? This thing starts at a million!” Fiona was stunned, “What? It’s that expensive? This watch was left to Nolan by his father. I saw him take it out occasionally but never wear it, so I snuck it out.” Ezra extended his wrist, and Fiona affectionately helped him put it on, “It’s just a million-dollar watch! To me, you’re the most precious in the world! This watch suits you best!” Listening to their unabashed display of affection made me feel utterly nauseated. Especially that platinum watch, it deeply pierced my heart.

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I was about to give birth to our second child, and my husband was off to tend to his first love. In a moment of desperation, I shouted, “Aren’t you worried that I might die giving birth?” He dismissed me as being dramatic and walked away without a second glance. Later on, the hospital where I was staying caught fire. He couldn’t hear my cries for help and instead rescued his first love from the blaze. Upon hearing of my death, he lost his mind. The searing flames that filled my vision faded away, and the agony of being consumed by fire vanished. I saw my daughter, crying and calling out for me. I rushed towards her, desperate to hold her in my arms. But my hands passed right through her, unable to touch her. Looking down, I realized I was transparent; I was just a spirit. “Don’t be scared, sweetheart, Mommy’s here, Mommy’s here,” I repeated over and over, my voice choking with emotion, but she couldn’t hear me. Part of her face was burned, blisters already forming. A nurse tended to her wounds, and she trembled from the pain. Watching her suffer, my heart ached. It turns out that even in death, the pain is still so vivid. Others who escaped the fire had family with them, but my daughter was all alone. The nurse, unable to bear it, asked, “Where are your parents, sweetheart?” My daughter’s eyes were red, tears clinging to her lashes. She cautiously asked, “Nurse, can I borrow your phone to call my dad?” The kind nurse handed her the phone. “Dad, please help Mom, she—” As soon as the call connected, she urgently pleaded for help. Half an hour earlier, the hospital I was in caught fire. The flames spread quickly; I was holding my newborn while holding my daughter’s hand. I told her to run out and find her father to save me. I thought she’d be too frightened to remember, but she clung to my words. Asher’s impatient voice came over the phone: “Are you trying to say your mom’s in trouble? You’re so young and already helping her lie to me. What has she been teaching you?” Before she could say more, Asher hung up. He didn’t even ask; he just assumed I was lying. He wasn’t concerned about me being in danger. My daughter returned the phone, full of disappointment. I gently embraced her, blowing softly on her wounds. Suddenly, a strong force pulled me away, and the scene before me changed. I saw Asher—my husband.

He was tightly holding Cora’s hand, anxiously questioning the doctor. “Will this leave a scar? Is there anything else we should be cautious about?” The doctor’s gaze shifted between them, his expression slightly awkward. As they left the office, I overheard the doctor mutter, “If his wife knew, she’d be devastated.” I had been devastated too many times; I was numb. But I couldn’t stop caring about my daughter, and Asher was her father. I hovered beside him, speaking coldly, “She’s upstairs, go see her, go see her.” I knew he couldn’t hear or see me. But I stood in front of him, praying he’d feel the urge to check on our daughter. But my voice grew hoarse from shouting, to no avail. Cora tugged on Asher’s sleeve, “Should you call Lila? Maybe something really happened?” Asher replied casually, “What could have happened? It’s the same old drama.” I saw a glint of satisfaction in Cora’s eyes. Asher took Cora home. When the car stopped, I was in shock. How could he let her live here? This was my home for over ten years. It held memories of my parents who passed away too soon. If they hadn’t died in a car accident and I hadn’t suffered such trauma, the doctor wouldn’t have suggested a change of environment, and this house wouldn’t have been left empty. Asher knew exactly what this house meant to me. Cora entered the password confidently and walked in as if she owned the place. As soon as she opened the door, a little girl ran out and hugged Cora’s leg. “Mom, are you okay? Thank goodness for Daddy Asher.” “Let me hold her.” Asher picked up the little girl. She wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his face with a sweet voice, “I love Daddy Asher the most.” Asher’s eyes were full of joy, “Does Sunny love me more or Mommy more?” Sunny blinked, looking between Cora and Asher. Asher laughed heartily, spinning Sunny around before putting her down. Cora watched Asher intently, almost glued to him. She sighed, her eyes turning red, “If I had married you back then, would things have been different?” Asher gently wiped her tears, softly reassuring her, “It’s all in the past. No matter what happens, I’ll be here.” Cora hugged Asher. He stood there, rigid, neither embracing her tightly nor pushing her away. “Promise me you’ll keep your word.” Cora’s voice was muffled, “When I was giving birth to Sunny, I nearly died. At that moment, all I could think of was you.” Asher comforted her for a long time. Cora pulled away, wiping her tears. Asher excused himself to the bathroom, sitting there with a frown, irritation across his face. He stared at his phone for a long time without moving. Curious, I looked over. On his phone was a chat with me. The chat was still on a message from two days ago. Asher looked at my last message: “It’s always Cora, always her. If you’re going to be with her, then go. I’m seven months pregnant, aren’t you worried something might happen to me?”

Back when our daughter aced her exam, I talked to Asher for a long time. Only then did he put down his work and come home early; we were about to celebrate as a family. Then we got a call saying Cora had a miscarriage and was bleeding heavily. Asher immediately wanted to go to her side, and I held him back. In anger, I asked him, “Aren’t you worried something might happen to me?” Asher looked at me helplessly, exhausted, “Stop it, nothing will happen to you.” After saying this, he left without looking back. But not long after, my water broke. After giving birth, I arranged to stay at the hospital. I didn’t expect to see Cora there; Asher wasn’t around at the time, and she flaunted herself in front of me. I was furious and argued with her. It was then that the hospital caught fire. I immediately ran back; both my daughter and newborn son were in the room. The husband who promised to stay by my side didn’t hear my cries for help and carried Cora out of the flames instead. My newborn son and I were consumed by the fire. I wanted to kill Asher. I actually tried, reaching out to strangle him, tightening my grip. “I’ll be back soon. Tomorrow is your prenatal check-up, I’ve cleared my schedule to be with you all day, don’t be mad, love.” Asher texted me; he didn’t know I was already dead. Buzz! His phone buzzed. A reply came back, in my usual tone. “If your heart is with Cora, why come back? I don’t need you here, just leave.”

I was startled. Who was on the other side of the phone? How could they know me so well, even matching my tone perfectly? Asher didn’t suspect anything, he sighed and called me. But one by one, the calls were hung up. Then another message came back: “Leave, after the baby is born, we’ll get a divorce.” Asher’s face grew darker. He pocketed his phone and walked out of the bathroom. Cora came over, concerned, “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Why do you look so pale?” Asher shook his head, “If everything’s okay here, I’ll head home.” I was surprised; usually, when we fought, he’d just leave me to cool down, but now he wanted to go home. Cora didn’t say anything, and then there came an exclamation from the kitchen. She quickly ran over. Sunny’s hand was scalded, “Mom, I wanted to make something for you and Daddy Asher.” Asher also saw it, his expression serious, his tone a bit scolding. “Kids shouldn’t touch dangerous things, what if you get hurt?” Sunny shrank back, cautiously apologizing, “I know I was wrong.” Cora blew on Sunny’s hand and looked up at Asher. “It’s my fault, I didn’t give Sunny a good life. When we were abroad, she cooked like this too.” “Daddy Asher, I make yummy things, try some.” Sunny brought over the noodles; she was good at reading the room. After eating, she clung to Asher. Cora pretended to be serious, “Sunny, don’t cling to Daddy Asher, let him go home, we’ve troubled him enough.” Sunny pouted, her face full of grievance, “But I just got a dad.” Sunny cried loudly, clutching Asher tightly. Asher hugged Sunny, “Daddy Asher won’t leave, Daddy Asher will stay with you.” I let out a cold laugh. I wasn’t surprised he’d stay. Every time there was a choice between me and Cora, Asher would choose Cora.

Asher held a storybook, his voice low and gentle. He softly told Sunny a story until the little girl fell asleep. Sunny put on a pout, her face full of frustration. “But I just got a dad.” Sunny began to cry loudly, clutching Asher’s hand tightly. Asher comforted her, “Daddy’s not going anywhere. I’m here with you.” I chuckled, though there was no warmth in it. It was no surprise to me that he would stay. Whenever it was between Cora and me, Asher always chose Cora. Asher held the storybook, his voice gentle and soothing. He softly told Sunny a story until she fell asleep. Cora leaned closer, their lips almost touching. Asher turned his head away. “Don’t.” Cora clung to him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Is it because I’m divorced and have a child? Do you think I’m not good enough?” “No,” Asher replied, “I’m married.” “But you were meant to be mine,” Cora insisted, her voice full of certainty. She looked directly at Asher, locking eyes with him. “Asher, don’t deny it. You’ve fallen for me, even after knowing Lila for so many years.” “Your feelings for Lila are just familiarity, not love.” “Asher, you love me,” Cora stated, emphasizing each word. Asher avoided her gaze, his expression evasive. After a pause, he said, “Don’t think about this now. Just get some rest.” He got up and left quickly, as if fleeing. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. I was the first to notice Asher’s feelings for Cora. The first time I saw Cora was the day I tried to end my life. It was the anniversary of my parents’ death. Every year on this day, Asher would be by my side, doing everything he could to cheer me up. But that day, he didn’t come back. I called him countless times, but he never answered. I went to my parents’ grave alone, and in my daze, I felt like they had come to take me away. Without hesitation, I cut my wrist. When I regained consciousness, I was in the hospital, and I saw Asher. He was half-hugging Cora by the waist, his expression so gentle. I rushed over and grabbed him. “Asher, who is she? What’s your relationship with her?” “Lila, what happened to you?” He saw the wound on my wrist, his tone becoming anxious. I insisted, “Who is she?” Asher checked my wound while explaining, “She’s a classmate who fainted, so I brought her to the hospital. Don’t misunderstand.” Cora’s hostility was obvious; I noticed it right away. I asked, “Do you remember what today is?” Asher hesitated for a moment, then realized. He quickly hugged me, apologizing repeatedly. What used to be a cold embrace now felt sickeningly sweet. I pushed him away forcefully, shouting with all my might, “My parents raised you. How could you forget their anniversary?” “I’m sorry, it’s my fault. I promise it won’t happen again.” I didn’t listen and continued to scold him, “You ungrateful person, you traitor, you—” Cora shielded Asher behind her, glaring at me angrily: “If it weren’t for Asher, the Su family would have collapsed long ago. Your parents’ death wasn’t his fault.” I slapped him hard, my palm stinging. The slap landed on Asher’s face, leaving a clear mark. Asher sighed, looking at me with a mix of helplessness and blame. He said, “You were reckless and caused Uncle and Aunt’s death. Is it only if I die in front of you that you’ll be satisfied?” I looked at Asher, speechless for a long time. Back then, relatives tried to seize the Su family’s business, slandering me and causing my parents’ deaths. Asher faced those threats alone and protected me. Yet now he too accused me of causing their deaths. I turned and left. Asher panicked and wanted to follow, but Cora stopped him. It was the first time he chose Cora over me. He spent a long time trying to appease me when he got home before I forgave him. He promised never to leave me again, but he kept choosing Cora. Until the hospital caught fire, and he saved Cora without hesitation, not realizing I was trapped in the flames. Asher was woken up by the alarm clock. Perhaps he hadn’t slept well; he had dark circles under his eyes. He turned off the alarm and saw the reminder—Father’s Day parent-child activity. I set this alarm to ensure he wouldn’t forget our daughter’s event. Asher sent me a message. “I’ll be on time for Little Treasure’s parent-child activity, and then we can talk.” It seems you’ve provided an incomplete text segment for translation. Could you please provide the specific text you need translated? Remember not to change the placeholder

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