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  • I Went to the Hospital and Encountered My Husband Accompanying a Strange Girl for a Pregnancy Test

    Cristian Logan, my husband, was known as a wonderful man in the circle, but I knew that he had an affair with a young girl behind my back. His eyes blurry with drunkenness, he smiled as he complained to those around him, “Georgina is good in every way. She’s beautiful, gentle, dignified, and considerate. But after getting married, I realized that women are all the same.” The man who once swore to love me for a lifetime was now lifting the chin of the girl in his arms and making a flirtatious comment. “Men, after all, like women who are feisty.” Others teasingly chimed in, “Since your wife is so boring, why don’t you get another one?” “I can’t do that!” Cristian blurted out, “The person I love the most will always be my wife.” I calmly turned around and left. It was true that he loved me. It was also true that he had cheated on me. The laughter and banter in the private room grew louder and louder, while I, standing at the door, felt icy cold all over. This unexpected encounter caught me off guard and revealed the true face of my husband. I had a girls’ night with my best friend. But she had to leave first due to some urgent work. I thought of going home, but unexpectedly, I saw Cristian. So I planned to give him a surprise, but he gave me a shock instead. I followed my husband and the others here and located him easily. These trust-fund babies were incredibly extravagant. They had booked the entire top floor of Platinum Club. No stranger was allowed to go in, so they didn’t even close the door. I stood from a distance and watched as my husband who had kissed me goodbye this morning chatted animatedly with a young girl in his arms. “I’m not as dissolute as you guys. I’m very devoted,” he said. “My first love, my true love, and my wife will always be Georgina.” His voice was filled with pride. But his hand was around another woman’s shoulders. There was a hint of melancholy in Cristian’s eyes. “Georgina is good in every way. She’s beautiful, gentle, dignified, and considerate. But after getting married, I realized that women are all the same.” My nails dug into my palm, causing pain, but it was nothing compared to the pain in my heart. Someone asked in confusion, “Isn’t your wife nice?” “On the contrary, she’s very nice,” Cristian replied. There was a glint of desire in his eyes that I couldn’t fathom. “But men, after all, like women who are feisty… especially in bed.” He gave a knowing look, and the men sitting there immediately understood. Hearing this, I felt a chill run through my body. Our intimate moments had actually become topics for him to discuss. And I was the one being looked down upon. Others chimed in teasingly, “Since your wife is so boring, why don’t you get another one?” “That’s right. You’re strapping, rich, and powerful. You can have any girl you want, Cristian.” “Yeah, as long as Cristian wants, girls would come running to him.” “I can’t do that!” Cristian immediately denied it. His eyes were determined as he blurted out, “The person I love the most will always be my wife.”

    Upon hearing this, the girl in Cristian’s arms became upset and wriggled in his arms. “If you love her the most, then what am I?” The girl’s big eyes were tinged with a delicate look of grievance and just the right amount of resentment. Her fingers poked at Cristian’s chest. “You just said in bed that you loved me the most…” The men beside them burst into laughter. “Silly girl, how could you believe what a man says in bed!” “You’re just his mistress. How could you compare yourself to Cristian’s legitimate wife?” The girl’s eyes immediately welled up with tears as she tugged at the hem of Cristian’s clothes and pleaded. “Cristian, look at them…” The girl’s choked voice had a soft, babyish tone that made people feel sorry for her. Cristian pinched the girl’s chin and, boldly leaned down, and passionately kissed her in front of everyone, making them blush in embarrassment. But all of this seemed so strange to me. Cristian was always gentle, restrained, patient, and considerate to me. I never expected that my gentle and refined husband had such a despicable side. After the kiss ended, Cristian casually wiped the corner of his mouth. The girl’s lipstick smudged on his lips, making him look strangely alluring. He sneered and looked at the others, “Ellie Lynn has been with me for two years. She is my girlfriend. You all better watch what you say.” Others were shocked. “No way, Cristian. Are you serious?” “She’s been with me since she was 18. I was her first in both bed and kiss. I have to take responsibility.” “Aren’t you afraid your wife will make a fuss over this?” someone asked. “What can she do? She doesn’t have a job, and she’s relying on me for everything. Where could she go without me?” Others flattered him. “That’s right. Your wife loves you so much, Cristian. She definitely wouldn’t want to leave you.” “That’s right. It’s normal for a man to have one or two women outside, especially someone like Cristian.” “Exactly. Every man wants a few women outside while maintaining his marriage intact. It’s just a man’s nature…” I couldn’t bear to listen to their vulgar words anymore. So I turned around and walked out mechanically and numbly. I didn’t even think about going in and questioning him. When I walked out of the club, I felt my whole body go stiff. The night wind blew, making me feel even colder to the core. The man who once swore to love me for a lifetime, kissed me every morning, and brought me a cup of warm milk every day had betrayed me and become a disappointment in the end. I thought I would cry my eyes out, be heartbroken, or even be hysterical. But none of that happened. There was only a calm and rational realization. It was true that Cristian loved me. It was also true that he had cheated on me. But perhaps he didn’t know that Georgina, who he thought just like other women had always been stubborn. She would never tolerate any form of betrayal. I knew that my marriage with Cristian was over.

    When Cristian returned, I was sitting at the dining table having breakfast. He walked towards me holding a bouquet of roses with the morning dew on them, wearing a familiar and ingratiating smile on his face. “Honey, I’m sorry. I had a business dinner last night that went on too late, so I just stayed at the company for the night.” As he spoke, he leaned in to kiss me. I instinctively resisted inwardly and stepped back subtly. When we got married, Cristian had sworn that he would never stay out overnight. In fact, he had often been out early and back late for more than half a year, always using the excuse of being busy with work. Last night marked the first time he had spent the night away from home. But I knew if he did it once, he would do it countless times more. I looked into Cristian’s eyes, and it seemed that I could glimpse what it would be like if I kept turning a blind eye on him staying out all night as a regular occurrence in the future. I cast a casual glance at him and asked, “Have you changed your clothes?” Cristian had not only changed his clothes but also taken a shower, sprayed on some perfume, and carefully tidied himself up. He was a meticulous man. “Yes, I have. After the business dinner, I smelled of cigarettes and alcohol. I don’t want to reek that smell in front of you. Look, I’m wearing the clothes you picked for me. I left them in the company’s lounge.” He picked up the milk I had left and took a sip. “These clothes suit me so well. You have such good taste, honey! “Why is this milk cold?” I said calmly, “Don’t drink it. I was about to dump it.” “That’s okay. I’ll drink it anyway. I’m happy to eat whatever you leave behind.” I watched coldly as Cristian drank the milk, and I couldn’t discern if he was just pretending. Everything seemed so genuine. Unfortunately, I had witnessed what he did last night.

    “Honey, are you unwell today? Why do you seem… a bit strange?” Cristian was indeed perceptive. He could easily notice even the slightest change in me. Perhaps it also showed that I wasn’t as good as him at being inconsistent in words and deeds and being two-faced. I forced a smile and made up an excuse casually. “It’s nothing. Maybe it’s because you didn’t come home last night, and I didn’t get a good rest.” A trace of pity welled up in Cristian’s eyes. He roughly pulled me into his arms and planted a firm kiss on my forehead. “I’m sorry, honey. I should have come back last night. I was just worried that I would disturb you if I returned late at night, but I didn’t expect… Sorry. It’s all my fault.” The thought of him passionately kissing another woman last night made me feel disgusted at his move. Overwhelmed by a wave of physical revulsion, I hastily pushed him away. “Honey, what’s wrong?” “It’s nothing. The cold milk tasted fishy, and it made me feel sick.” Cristian quickly poured a glass of warm water and handed it to me, gently patting my back. “If you’re not feeling well, I’ll skip work today and stay home to keep you company.” Some words seem to be spoken only to be contradicted, because just as he finished speaking, his phone rang. Cristian promptly hung up the phone, saying, “I told you I’m going to stay home with you today. Nothing is more important than you.” But the caller was persistent and continued to call. Cristian was annoyed and was about to hang up again, but I said calmly, “Answer it. Maybe it’s something important.” “That’s thoughtful of you, honey.” Even though he said that, Cristian answered the phone quickly. Along with that, he instinctively walked outside, deliberately creating some distance between us. He had never avoided answering calls in front of me before. Maybe it was because the house was too quiet, or maybe I had good hearing. I heard that girl’s voice, whining just like it had been last night. The water cup that Cristian had handed me still had some warmth left, but my heart had already turned completely cold. “Honey, I’m sorry. There’s an urgent matter at the company.” I looked up at him, and the anxiety on his face looked so real. “I promised to stay home with you today, but… It’s the end of the year, and there are a lot of things going on in the company recently. Honey, I…” “You can go. I’ll be fine.” I forced a smile, suddenly realizing that I had worn such a smile countless times. In fact, there had been signs before, but I just hadn’t noticed them. Cristian was obviously distracted, yet he still feigned reluctance to leave. “Thank you, honey.” He leaned in again and kissed between my eyebrows. “Rest assured, honey. I promise to come back early tonight. Wait for me at home, okay?” And then he left. He walked briskly to go and see another woman. And I made an appointment for a medical checkup for myself. If one failed to make a decisive decision when necessary, they’d only endure more suffering in the end. I should sever all ties with him, both physically and emotionally.

    When the results of my physical checkup came out, I wasn’t pregnant, and my body had recovered well. I got pregnant half a year after I married Cristian. I still had a job at that time, and I was completely unaware that I was pregnant. Unfortunately, there was an accident at the work site. I tumbled to the ground and miscarried the baby. When Cristian found out, he was furious. With red eyes, he told me how much he felt sorry for me. A man’s tears can, in fact, be a powerful weapon. I was also very sad about the miscarriage. But I couldn’t bear to see my beloved husband consumed by worry all day long. Eventually, I relented and decided to resign. Later, I spent nearly two years conditioning my body, and it was only in the past half year that I started thinking about having another child. I hadn’t taken any contraceptive measures during the few intimate encounters I’d had with Cristian previously. Since I had decided to leave, I didn’t want any unwanted surprise. I was walking out with my medical report when I spotted that familiar figure not far away, the man who had claimed he was swamped at the end of the year, my husband. He was standing in front of the obstetrics and gynecology department at this moment, looking down at the delicate woman in front of him. When the woman spoke, her voice was hoarse with sobs, and there was a hint of humble flattery. “Cristian, can you please let me keep it? This is our child, and I really… can’t bear to give it up.” Cristian frowned, and impatience showed in his eyes. “No. My wife hasn’t even had a child yet. How can you have children first?” “I’m begging you.” The woman tugged at his sleeve and pleaded, “This is my first child. The doctor said that my body isn’t that well, either. If I have an abortion, I don’t know when I’ll be able to have another child.” This woman clearly knew how to use tears and vulnerability to her advantage. “Your wife has also experienced a miscarriage. You know how painful it is and how harmful it is to a woman…” Her words swayed Cristian a little. She continued to press her case, “I promise I’ll be good. I will never show up in front of your wife, and I won’t cause you any trouble. Please, let me keep it. My mother once had my fortune read. She said that my first child will be a boy.” Seeing that Cristian was hesitant, the woman took the opportunity, “You also said before that your wife’s health has been poor since the miscarriage. The doctor also said that the damage she suffered last time was severe, and it would be difficult for her to have a child in the future… “I can be a surrogate mother for you guys! “Cristian, you know how hard it is for a woman to give birth, right? It’s like going through hell. You love her so much. How can you bear to let her go through the pain of childbirth? “Besides, many rich people nowadays hire surrogates. Just consider me a surrogate… I am willing to do it.” The woman looked at him pitifully, “Cristian, even though you only see me as a plaything, I truly like you. “You can consider this child hers, and I’m just giving birth to it. She can raise it later. I will never fight for it or make a fuss. Please…” Cristian looked at her calmly and remained silent for a long, long time. I watched him from a distance, and even my breathing rose and fell with Cristian’s decision. Finally, Cristian let out a long sigh. “Go for the checkup first. We’ll talk about it later.” I turned around expressionlessly and hid in the shadow of the corner. Given our years of tacit understanding and mutual familiarity, I knew that Cristian had caved in.

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  • My Boyfriend’s Favoritism towards His Ex Almost Killed Me. He Regretted after My Departure

    A sudden fire broke out at the company. To save Jack, I found myself trapped in the flames. But Jack turned and ran towards Emma, his dream girl assistant who was crying in fear. As I lay there barely breathing, Emma looked at Jack with coy affection. “Hmph, why did you save me? I don’t want to be seen as some pushover!” Jack stroked her head, comforting her. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. How could I let your precious self be in any danger?” He quickly took Emma to the hospital, completely forgetting about my existence. After being rescued, I lost all my previous stubbornness and immediately texted my brother. “Remember that friend you mentioned? I agree to go on a blind date with him.” When Jack found out, he cried and begged me, but it was too late – we were over! After the firefighters rescued me and rushed me to the hospital, I was finally out of danger. Just as I was about to start oxygen therapy, Jack walked by with some test results. Seeing me weak in the hospital bed, he suddenly remembered. Jack looked surprised, then quickly tried to cover it up as he hurried to my side. “Lily, things were so chaotic earlier, I forgot to check on you. But I just asked the doctor and he said you’re fine.” “Look at you, why did you have to be so reckless? Don’t be so impulsive in the future.” I silently looked at the man in front of me, at a loss for words. During the fire, I had pushed him out and ended up trapped in a small space, nearly suffocating to death. The doctor said if I had been brought in any later, I wouldn’t have made it. Yet he hadn’t given me a second thought because of Emma. Now he was making up excuses to pretend he cared. But I no longer believed his false affection. A message from my brother came through. I glanced down at my phone. Thinking it was time to end things completely, to cut all ties. I looked up at Jack and said, “Can you take me home?” Jack was momentarily taken aback and was about to speak when his phone rang. “Jack! My puppy is missing, come help me find him quick!” Emma’s urgent voice reached my ears. I kept a blank expression, pretending I hadn’t heard. Jack glanced at me, then responded anxiously. “Don’t worry, I’ll be right there.” Jack hurriedly hung up the phone and looked at me to explain. “You should take a cab home later. Emma’s dog is lost, I need to help her look for it.” Watching his retreating figure, my heart felt like it had been stabbed, aching terribly. Jack and I had been together for five years. Everyone envied our love. But in the end, it was no match for his dream girl. Ever since Emma appeared, everything changed. He used to firmly oppose nepotism, but he specially arranged an assistant position for her. Emma was constantly late or left early, but it was never counted against her attendance. The company seemed to have special privileges just for her. Years ago, I had worked so hard just to become a formal employee so I could work with him. Jack’s favorite thing to say was, “We need to lead by example.” It turns out the impartial man I thought I knew was nothing more than this.

    After replying to my brother’s message, I dragged my exhausted body home. But at the front door, I saw traces of blood and a trail of small paw prints. My heart instantly leapt into my throat. Ignoring my physical discomfort, I followed the blood trail and found Cola barely clinging to life. Cola was a stray cat I had rescued a few years ago. She was timid and sweet, but very intuitive. She would quietly keep me company when Jack was busy, and comfort me when I was upset. Jack was a germaphobe, but because of this little cat, he had even set up a cat bed in the house. He said as long as it made me happy, it was fine. But now, as I prepared to take her away, she was dying. I quickly picked her up to find the first aid kit, but when I entered I saw Jack and Emma. Emma was bandaging her pet dog, while Jack was comforting her. “Don’t cry, it’s okay. I’m sorry, I’ll take care of it right away.” Hearing his words, I immediately rushed over and shouted angrily. “Who are you going to ‘take care of’?” Jack was startled by my appearance. But when he saw the dying cat in my arms, he started scolding me instead. “Throw that thing out! Ungrateful stray, it’s learned to scratch people now!” Emma put on a pitiful act, looking wronged and sad. “Jack, that nasty little street cat is so mean. If my brave puppy hadn’t fought back, I could have been hurt today.” Hearing her words, I felt like my whole world was shattering. Cola’s belly was trembling, her breathing weak, blood still seeping from the wounds on her body. I had no time to argue and quickly searched for the first aid kit. But all the bandages had already been used on Emma’s dog. Jack saw my frantic state and seemed at a loss. “Lily! What are you doing? It’s lost so much blood, it clearly won’t survive!”

    Hearing his words, Cola closed her eyes for the last time. I could no longer hold back my tears. I raised my hand and slapped Jack hard across the face. In his shock, I finally collapsed, passing out. In my dream, I seemed to return to when I first rescued the little cat. Jack would care for me then, loving what I loved. It turns out, it was all just a dream. When I woke up, it was already light outside. Jack was by my side taking care of me. He brought over a glass of water, looking at me somewhat helplessly. “Get up and take some medicine. You’re being too emotional – it was just a cat. If you like, we can get another one, can’t we?” Hearing his words, I took the water and threw it in his face. Jack immediately stood up, looking at me angrily. “Lily! You’ve really gone crazy! Emma was right, what a worthless cat. It deserved to die!” With that, he stormed out. I slowly got up, hugging the cat’s body, and found a place to bury her. Looking around this home, familiar yet strange, it was time to end things once and for all. In all our years together, Jack had given me many things. A dusty photo album in the drawer stirred up memories. It was a book Jack had specially made when he was pursuing me. Inside were our chat records. He said keeping these things would ensure we never forgot our initial sweetness. I picked up the album, about to throw it in the fire pit. But I discovered many new photos hidden in a compartment of the album. Behind my back, Jack had so many interactions with Emma. The places I had most wanted to visit, he had gone to with Emma. On the back of the newest photo was written a touching love message: “After traveling mountains and seas, I will make you my wife.” He had never let go of Emma in his heart, yet pretended to love me every day. How ridiculous. I threw the album and everything he had given me into the fire pit. The flames blazed high. Opening the closet, I searched for the last gift my mom gave me before she passed away, but couldn’t find it anywhere. In a panic, I was about to message Jack, when I saw Emma’s social media post. “Handmade DIY clothes. Though ugly, they keep my puppy warm and cozy.”

    She had posted a photo of her pet dog, wrapped in that very nightgown. It felt like my heart was being carved out bit by bit. I accidentally fell to the ground, blood flowing from my leg. In a rage, I dragged my injured leg to the company to confront them. Jack was hugging that dog, coaxing Emma. In the trash can were the cut up sleeves of the nightgown. I rushed over and slapped Jack across the face. His eyes went wide. I coldly looked at him and asked, “Where did this nightgown come from?” Jack was stunned by the slap. He yelled loudly. “What are you going crazy about in the middle of the night?” Tears fell as I turned to Emma and demanded, “Who gave you permission to touch my clothes!” Emma looked at me innocently. “It’s just a piece of clothing. Big sis is being too stingy.” Jack gritted his teeth, looking at me with fury in his eyes. “It’s just an old nightgown you never wear. I gave it to the dog. Why are you targeting Emma?” Emma looked at me, then put on a pitiful act. “Lily, last night Jack saw my puppy had no clothes, so he gave it to him. If you’re that attached to it, I can take it off and give it back?” I raised my hand and slapped her hard across the face. Emma stood there stunned, her eyes welling up with tears. Jack saw this and lost it. Without thinking, he forcefully slapped me back. My face stung fiercely, but it didn’t hurt nearly as much as my heart. He clearly knew that nightgown was a birthday gift from my mom before she passed away when I turned 20. I had never worn it, just kept it on the top shelf of my closet. I never imagined it would end up on Emma’s dog. My face throbbed from his slap. He shielded Emma behind him, afraid she had been wronged. “Unreasonable! Lily, I never knew you could be so vicious!” I shakily picked up the tattered nightgown, tears streaming down. This nightgown was the only memento I had left from my mom before she died. But now, it was torn beyond recognition. Jack saw my emotional state and softened his tone slightly. “If you like it that much, I can just buy you a new one. Are you trying to embarrass me on purpose?” “Lily, you’ve really gone too far this time!” Emma looked at me, acting wronged. “I’m so sorry, Lily.” Emma quickly walked over and clung to my arm. I forcefully raised my arm, causing her to tumble down the stairs. “Waaaah…Jack, don’t blame big sis…” While I was in shock, Jack slapped me hard across the face again. My face stung fiercely. I felt like my eardrum would burst. “Lily! How can you be so petty? Picking on her over an old piece of clothing! What’s the point? Your mom died years ago!”

    “Lily! Apologize to Emma right now!” Jack’s voice was like thunder in my ears. I never imagined the man I had loved for so many years could be so despicable. Back then, I had insisted on being with him against my family’s wishes. For him, I even missed the chance to see my mom one last time. Now Jack was so disrespectful to a deceased elder. I felt utterly drained of strength, but Jack kept pressing on relentlessly. He had no intention of letting me off. Emma tugged at Jack’s arm, her voice trembling. “It’s okay, Jack. Big sis didn’t mean it. Please forgive her!” He reached out and forcefully grabbed my neck, as if wanting to choke me to death. No matter how I tried to explain, Jack wouldn’t believe me. “Apologize!” I bit down hard on his arm, drawing blood. He finally let go when he felt the pain. “Mad dog!” Jack shoved me hard. The back of my head hit the wall, blood trickling out. But I endured without making a sound. I just wanted to leave this place as quickly as possible. “Jack, let’s break up!” I turned to leave, but Jack let out a cold laugh. “Don’t think using this trick will make me forgive you. If you don’t apologize to Emma, don’t bother coming back!” Hearing his words, I suddenly remembered something. I took off the ring on my finger and threw it at his feet in front of him. “Jack, I wouldn’t come back even if you begged me.”

    Jack stared at the ring for a few seconds, then frowned. “Lily! Do you know what you’re doing? Using this to threaten me?” So Jack still remembered – that ring was the one he had personally put on my finger when pursuing me. I had once fantasized about wearing that ring as we walked down the aisle together. He had also promised that once the ring was on, it would be for life. Now, I no longer cared for him at all. I left the company without looking back. Jack kept sending me messages defending Emma. The wound was hurting badly, so I immediately went to the hospital. Unexpectedly, I ran into Ryan there. He was my brother’s friend and a well-known surgeon. Seeing me in such a sorry state, Ryan was surprised. “Miss Lily, let me help bandage that for you.” Ryan had a faint pleasant scent. As he bandaged me up, I unknowingly dozed off. I hadn’t slept so peacefully in days. In my daze, I felt him carefully changing the dressing on my wound. Seeing I had trouble moving, Ryan offered to rent a wheelchair for me. I had just sat down in a chair in the hallway when a grating voice rang out. “How can big sis be so intimate with another man? How can you face Jack?” I turned to look. Emma had bandages on her hand and was clinging tightly to Jack’s arm, looking very close. She was really overstepping her bounds, trying to lecture me now. “If you have nothing to say, then shut your mouth!” I glared at Emma. Her face turned pale and she shrank back into Jack’s arms. Seeing my forceful attitude, Jack’s expression darkened. He seemed angry, as if I had cheated on him. His eyes were full of fury. “Lily, are you that desperate for attention? How can you be so shameless?” His voice was very loud, attracting stares from people around us. Everyone was pointing and whispering, with various harsh criticisms. I ignored him and struggled to stand up and walk away. Jack glared at me with a gloomy expression. “Lily, I’m giving you 10 minutes. Go home right now!”

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  • After Being Abandoned by My Family, I Chose Self – Redemption on the Prairie

    Six months ago, my mom knelt on the ground begging me to donate a kidney to my stepsister. Six months later, on the night before my wedding, my mom knelt on the ground again, pleading with me to give up my fiancé to her beloved stepdaughter. My brother slapped me across the face. “Lily, how can you be so inconsiderate? She’s dying, don’t you know?” It’s okay. In two more months, I’ll be dead too. That will make everyone happy. On the eve of my wedding, Mom knelt on the ground begging me: “Lily, please don’t get married yet. Let Lucas stay with Chloe for a while, okay? Chloe has depression, and her condition has worsened since she heard about your wedding… Please, I’m begging you.” I didn’t respond. Then my brother suddenly slapped me hard across the face. He was furious, veins bulging on his neck from anger. I looked at them with a smile: “So, anything Chloe wants, you expect me to sacrifice? My kidney, and now even my future husband – is that right?” Mom’s eyes were red and teary: “Chloe is still young, she… she can’t live without Lucas. I promise you, once Chloe gets better, we’ll let Lucas come back and marry you, okay?” My brother grabbed my wrist: “Lily, stop being difficult. We’re family. Isn’t it good if Chloe can live well?” Lucas knocked and entered the room. His expression was hard to read. He was still wearing the suit for tomorrow’s wedding. I could see the hesitation in his brow, but in the end he just patted my head and said: “Lily, wait for me to come back.” The three of them hurried out, leaving me alone like a confused clown. My traditional wedding dress and white gown still lay on the bed. I looked at the medical report I had just received yesterday in my makeup case. I thought to myself, it’s okay. I’ll be dead soon too. Then everyone will be satisfied. My donated kidney and my future husband – they can all be hers.

    Mom had already notified all our relatives and friends that they didn’t need to come tomorrow – the wedding was canceled. Lucas had also informed his family that the wedding would be postponed. As the bride, I had no say in any of this. It was just like six months ago, when Chloe needed dialysis and a kidney transplant due to uremia. The whole family was required to get tested for compatibility. I had always been the least noticeable person in this family. But on the day the test results came out, Mom, Uncle Steve and my brother didn’t stay at the hospital with Chloe as usual. Instead, they prepared an elaborate dinner for me at home. I had never been treated like this before, and felt a bit overwhelmed by the sudden attention. But no one remembered that I’m allergic to seafood. Mom spoke in a placating tone: “Lily, the test results are out… you’re a match for your sister. You can save her…” I stared at the seafood on the table, then suddenly looked up at the three of them: “Do you remember that I’m allergic to seafood?” My brother threw his chopsticks at my face, his expression angry: “Lily, your sister is dying and you’re worried about your seafood allergy?” Mom started crying: “Lily, you have to save her. Don’t forget, Uncle Steve has paid for all your school fees and living expenses since you were little. You should show some gratitude.” It was pouring rain outside that night. Mom knelt down begging me, my brother glared at me with hostility, and Uncle Steve looked at me with pleading eyes. I gave a small laugh: “Mom, if I donate this kidney, can you promise not to make me give up my things for her anymore?” My mom hesitated for a moment, but then nodded vigorously: “I promise you.” I agreed, and the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at the heavy rain outside, Mom hurried to leave. “Chloe is terrified of thunder. She’ll be scared without me there. I need to go to the hospital to be with her.” I was left alone in the room, staring at the table full of seafood. I suddenly remembered when my dad was still alive before his illness – Mom loved me then, my brother doted on me, and the whole family carefully protected me. When did everything start to change? It seems it was twenty years ago, when my dad passed away and Mom remarried Uncle Steve, bringing me and my brother along. He was kind and gentle, and his daughter was lively and lovable – everyone adored her. Meanwhile, I had become quiet and withdrawn after losing my father and our standard of living dropping suddenly. I wasn’t the type of child that adults found endearing. Sometimes when I watched my brother, Mom, Uncle Steve and Chloe together, they looked like a perfect family of four. I was the extra, unnecessary one. Anything I liked, if Chloe happened to like it too, Mom would give it to her instead. Even my own brother, through day after day of interactions, came to favor the stepsister who had no blood relation to him. She would lean affectionately on his shoulder, or hop onto the back of his bicycle after school, ignoring me as I trailed awkwardly behind them. Back then, Chloe said to me: “Big sis, your mom and brother are mine now. You’re really unnecessary.” As I stood there stunned with tears in my eyes, she had already run to my mom, hugging her and acting cute, then turned back to make a face at me.

    Thinking back on this, I lay down on the wedding dress on the bed. Suddenly my body was wracked with intense pain, a bone-deep ache that made tears stream uncontrollably from my eyes. I curled up on the wedding dress I had chosen so carefully, crying like an abandoned puppy. The next day, I packed up my things and returned to the small home Lucas and I shared. I sent Lucas a message: “Lucas, I think we need to talk.” Soon, Lucas’ reply came through – a selfie of him with Chloe. He was smiling like that fresh-faced college boy from years ago, his expression relaxed and carefree. I knew this was Chloe’s doing. I called Mom next. She picked up, speaking in a low voice to brush me off: “Lucas is here keeping Chloe company. Her condition is much more stable now. Okay, I can’t talk now, I need to bring Chloe some soup.” I tossed the phone aside and looked at the whimpering dog beside me. It jumped onto my lap, sniffing me, then lay down on my legs. I wondered if dogs could smell sickness on people – it seemed dejected. I patted its head: “Lucky, Mommy needs to take care of something. I’ll come back for you.” I drove to the hospital. Uncle Steve and Mom were lovingly watching over Chloe, peeling an apple for her. My brother and Lucas were by Chloe’s bedside, helping her play a mobile game. Fighting the discomfort in my body, I twisted the door open and walked in. Chloe’s face immediately darkened. She quickly clung to Lucas’ arm and looked at me with red, tearful eyes: “Big sis, can you please let me have Lucas? Please?” Lucas hurriedly stood up and brushed off her hand: “Lily, I was planning to come home soon.” Uncle Steve looked uncomfortable, but still forced a smile: “Lily, Chloe isn’t well yet. Once she recovers, our whole family will attend your wedding.” At this point, Chloe seemed to be strongly triggered. She clutched her head and started screaming loudly. My brother hugged her, patiently comforting her: “It’s okay Chloe, don’t be scared. Your brother is here, I’m right here with you.” Mom pushed me out the door: “Why did you come? Don’t you know seeing you upsets her?” I stared straight into Mom’s eyes: “Mom, do you remember that I’m your real daughter?” A flicker of hesitation passed through her eyes, then she coldly pushed me away: “Lily, don’t be difficult. You were able to go to college and grad school – don’t forget it was all paid for by your Uncle Steve. You should be grateful.” I desperately grabbed Mom’s hand: “Mom, I can pay back all the money to Uncle Steve. Can you please…” She closed the door without looking at me again. I finished my sentence to the empty hallway: “Can you please… not treat me like this?” Lucas pushed open the door and came out. There was guilt hidden in his eyes: “Lily, there’s nothing between me and Chloe. Her depression is very severe.” I looked at this man I had loved for seven years, since freshman year of college. I finally let out a long sigh: “Lucas, that summer during our first year of grad school, when Chloe insisted on coming to our city for an internship – the pet camera at home recorded what you two did every day.” His face went pale. He gripped my sleeve tightly: “Lily, I didn’t do anything with her.” I nodded: “That’s right, you didn’t do anything. You just played games together, watched shows together, walked my dog together. And when she trash-talked me, when she secretly kissed you while you were sleeping on the couch – you didn’t push her away.” “Lily, we’re about to get married.” “Lucas, we’re not getting married anymore. I wanted to pretend I didn’t know, but it seems even pretending can’t cover up some facts. Chloe is indeed more likable than me. Everyone loves her. I can’t keep up this act anymore. Just like how all these years she would constantly send you cute, flirty selfies. Even though you never replied, you were moved by them, weren’t you?” As I turned to leave, Lucas suddenly hugged me from behind: “Lily, I’ll go home with you. We’ve been together for seven years, seven years…” Just then, Chloe’s face appeared in the window. She violently smashed her head against the wall. There was a loud thud. Her forehead started bleeding. She glared at me viciously: “Lily, why do you have to fight me for everything?” Lucas hesitated. He let go of my hand, his gaze evasive. He started to open the door to go back inside. I knew in that moment our seven-year relationship was over. The sounds of Mom and my brother’s scolding voices filled my ears again. The filthiest insults, used in their angriest moments to curse me – the intruder. My brother pinned me against the wall, glaring at me fiercely: “Lily, can’t you just behave? Are you stupid? Do you have to turn the whole family upside down?” I said to my brother and Mom: “Don’t worry, Lucas is Chloe’s now.”

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  • Wife Stayed Chaste for Her First Love Last Life, So This Life I Split from Her Right Away

    Three years into our marriage, my wife still refused to have any physical intimacy with me. She claimed to be a germaphobe, saying she disliked physical contact with others. That is, until I discovered her in a hotel room with her first love, only to be beaten to death by the two of them. Reborn to the time just after graduation, I decided to let them be together, hoping we’d never cross paths again. Five years later, she had become a renowned pianist, attending a business conference with her boss and first love. Seeing me appear, Lily crossed her arms and looked at me disdainfully: “Ugh, what bad luck. I can’t believe this lapdog Lucas is still here, a toad lusting after swan’s flesh. He’s actually stalking me!” I smiled, my left arm around Grace, the Summers family’s daughter, and my right hand holding our daughter’s. Later, Lily showed up at my door wearing revealing clothes. “Didn’t you say you’d only love me? Lucas, please, let’s have a child together!” “Oh my, Miss Lily, you look absolutely radiant today. Such grace, truly befitting a famous pianist!” An middle-aged woman approached with an admiring smile. “Standing next to Mr. James, you two make a perfect couple. A match made in heaven, both talented and beautiful.” Lily raised her chin slightly, a look of pride on her face. James stood beside her, beaming with pride, occasionally exchanging pleasantries with those around them. “Indeed, being with Mr. James is truly a perfect combination of the business and art worlds!” Hearing the chorus of praises around her, Lily stood even straighter, her smile growing brighter. She tossed her hair lightly, her eyes full of unrivaled pride. “You’re all too kind. I’ve just put a bit more effort into piano, and James has been very supportive,” Lily said with feigned modesty, but her tone couldn’t hide her satisfaction. “Well, if it isn’t Lily and James! I never expected to run into you here!” A man in a crisp suit quickly approached, his face plastered with a fawning smile. It was Greg, a former classmate from university. She raised an eyebrow slightly, a barely noticeable trace of contempt flashing across her face, but she maintained an elegant smile: “Greg, what a coincidence.” Greg’s gaze swept over Lily and James, then he dramatically gave a thumbs up: “Lily, you’ve really made it big now! A great artist, standing next to Mr. James, you two are simply perfect together! Looking back, I was right all along. Unlike some people back then, a frog trying to swallow a swan, probably still amounting to nothing now.” Greg leaned in closer to Lily, his face full of flattery: “I always knew that Lucas wasn’t good enough for you. It’s great that you’re with Mr. James now, he’s truly your match. Oh, by the way, Mr. James, I was wondering if you could put in a good word with my boss about my promo-” James glanced at him with a hint of disdain, giving a slight nod. I finished instructing my assistant about the conference details, then noticed the cleaning lady had dropped something. I picked it up and handed it back to her. Greg, sharp-eyed, immediately spotted me. His face twisted into an exaggerated mocking expression, pointing at me and loudly exclaiming: “Well, look who it is! Isn’t that Lucas? Speak of the devil! How the mighty have fallen, reduced to helping the cleaning lady. How pathetic!” Lily followed Greg’s pointing finger, her face showing disdain as she let out a light snort: “I thought he might have amounted to something, but turns out he’s just a nobody doing odd jobs. It’s laughable, really.” She raised her chin slightly, her eyes full of contempt. James’ lips curled into a mocking smile, arms crossed, as he said condescendingly: “Now, now, Lily, don’t be like that. The man’s just trying to make a living with his… skills. Someone’s got to do these menial jobs, right?” The people around them, hearing their words, burst into laughter. The cleaning lady, looking nervous, whispered to me: “You don’t have to help me, I don’t want them talking about you like that.” I just smiled and shook my head, continuing to efficiently clean up the trash. Seeing that I didn’t react, Greg became even more animated. He swaggered over to me, deliberately bumping into me, causing some of the trash to spill out again. He then feigned innocence, saying: “Oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there. But my, aren’t you careless with your work.” James’ lips curled into a smile. He pulled out a business card from his pocket, holding it between his fingers, and carelessly tossed it towards me.

    The business card fluttered down, landing next to the trash at my feet. James crossed his arms, a mocking smile on his face, deliberately raising his voice: “Lucas, out of consideration for Lily, I’ll give you a chance. My company happens to need a janitor, and judging by how you work, you seem quite experienced. If you’re willing, you can start right away.” He paused, his eyes full of mockery, and continued: “Of course, my company has high standards, I wouldn’t hire just anyone. If it weren’t for your past with Lily, I wouldn’t even bother with you. You should be grateful to Lily, otherwise you might be picking up trash in places like this for the rest of your life.” Lily covered her mouth, letting out a contemptuous laugh, her eyes full of derision: “Lucas, stop trying to act tough. James is doing you a huge favor. Just be a good boy and go work as a janitor at his company. At least you’ll have a job, instead of embarrassing yourself here. And stop thinking you’re a frog that can swallow a swan. Following me here must have been quite an effort for you. James is giving you this chance because he’s generous, not holding your past obsession with me against you.” Greg chimed in, “That’s right, Lucas. Don’t be ungrateful. Mr. James is willing to give you this opportunity, you should count yourself lucky.” I looked at Lily, standing there proud as a peacock, and couldn’t fathom how I had ever fallen for her. In my previous life, I had doted on her endlessly, trying to fulfill her every whim. Those expensive piano master classes, whenever she asked, I paid for them without hesitation, just so she could progress further in her piano career. For her, I even gave up my expertise and passion in computer science, diving headfirst into the unfamiliar real estate industry. Because she thought real estate was lucrative, no matter how I tried to explain the current development trends to her, she insisted I work in real estate. Later, I found out it was because James was in real estate. Back then, I foolishly believed that as long as I could make her happy, any sacrifice was worth it. But reality was cruel. Due to my lack of experience in real estate, my investments repeatedly failed. Not only did I lose everything, but I also thoroughly disappointed my family, who cut off my financial support. Even then, I never complained about her. Every idea of mine was shot down by her; she always demanded that I act according to her wishes. She remained obsessed with luxury goods and expensive cars. When I couldn’t afford to satisfy her desires, she forced me to take out high-interest loans. To be with her, I completely fell out with my family. They strongly disapproved of my investment philosophy, thinking I had lost my mind, consumed by love. At that time, I was destitute, running around trying to repay debts, working day and night. Once, she wanted to buy a limited edition luxury bag, but I simply couldn’t afford it. I still remember our conversation from that time. “Lucas, look at how pathetic you are now. I really don’t know what I was thinking when I got together with you!” Lily crossed her arms, her eyes full of disgust. “I used to be the dream girl for so many people. Being with you, I must have used up all my bad luck for eight lifetimes!” Yes, Lily was beautiful, and there were indeed many boys pursuing her at the time. I fell for her the moment I saw her. That’s why I cherished her so much after we got together. I looked at her, somewhat pitifully saying, “Lily, I’ve sacrificed so much for you. Why have you never seen it?” “You call that sacrifice?” Lily sneered, “Look at yourself now, you’ve achieved nothing and you’re drowning in debt. I should have listened to James from the start and stayed away from a loser like you.” “James, James, it’s always James with you!” I couldn’t help raising my voice, “If you like him so much, why did you even get together with me in the first place?” “It was because you relentlessly pursued me, and I was young and naive then. I was fooled by you!” Lily glared at me, her eyes wide with anger. “It was only after I got together with you that I realized you could never give me the life I wanted. Look at James, he’s already successful in his career at such a young age, driving luxury cars, living in mansions. And you? You can’t even afford to buy me a designer bag!” “So you regret being with me?”

    I looked at her, feeling a wave of sadness. “Why didn’t you just reject me outright back then, instead of having me do so much for you?” “Hmph, you did all that willingly, what’s it got to do with me?” Lily sneered, curling her lip in disdain. “Besides, I wanted to see just how far you’d go for me. Who knew you’d be so useless, couldn’t even manage a real estate business properly.” “I tried my best. I gave up my passion for computer science for you, entering a field I knew nothing about. Wasn’t that hard enough?” I shook my head helplessly. Lily said contemptuously, “James is a hundred times better than you with just a single word. If I had listened to him back then, I wouldn’t be in this situation now.” Lily justified herself, “And you, you could never give me what I wanted. I regret being with you, you wasted my youth!” Married to Lily for three years, dating for one, throughout these four years, she always used her germaphobia as an excuse to avoid me, even refusing the most basic physical intimacy. Over time, I got used to this sexless marriage, assuming she really did have severe germaphobia. Though disappointed, I could only silently endure. Until that day, when I suddenly received a hotel booking message from an unknown number on my phone. The moment I saw the content of the message, my mind went blank, and I was completely stunned. My hand holding the phone couldn’t stop shaking, my eyes fixed on that line of text, which clearly showed the hotel address and room number. An ominous feeling welled up in my heart, but I still clung to a glimmer of hope that this was just a prank. I went to the address, and as I stood outside the room, my heart was in my throat. Before I could knock, I heard unmistakable sounds coming from inside the room. My blood seemed to freeze, and all I could hear were those nauseating noises. I tried to discern the voices, and the woman’s voice was so familiar. The door opened, and there stood James, shirtless. His hair was disheveled, his face still flushed, a flash of panic crossed his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure. Inside the room, Lily was wearing sexy lingerie I had never seen before. Fearing their affair would be exposed, they dragged me into the room and beat me to death. I can still recall the despair I felt at that moment. I snapped back to reality, those painful memories receding like a tide, while Greg’s disgusting face came back into focus. “Lucas, with your lack of success, you’re only fit for these lowly jobs,” Greg continued to grin, relentlessly mocking me, his face full of smug satisfaction. Ignoring him, I walked over to a nearby table, intending to sit down. He tried to trip me, but I noticed and deliberately stepped on his shoe. “Fuck you, watch where you’re going! You’ve dirtied my shoes!” He said, lifting his foot towards me, his eyes full of challenge. “What are you waiting for? Get down on your knees and clean my shoe! Consider it your apology for being such a klutz.” Hearing this, the group of people fawning over James burst into laughter, their eyes full of contempt. I coldly stared at him, saying nothing. Just then, Lily suddenly frowned, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes. She bit her lip slightly, seeming somewhat hesitant. “Greg, that’s enough,” Lily’s voice suddenly rang out, tinged with impatience. “He’s still… There’s no need to go that far.” Hearing Lily’s words, Greg’s face showed surprise, quickly replaced by a fawning smile. “Lily, I just couldn’t stand the sight of him. I wanted to teach him a lesson for you.” “That’s enough, stop it,” Lily waved her hand, her eyes flashing with a barely noticeable panic as she turned her head slightly away. James also frowned beside her, his eyes full of displeasure. “Greg, don’t waste time on someone like him. We have important matters to discuss.” Greg quickly nodded, his face full of a bootlicking smile. “Yes, yes, Mr. James is right.” They found a table and sat down. James picked up a glass of champagne, taking a small sip, his eyes revealing a hint of eagerness and greed. “I heard that the daughter of the Summers Group and the son of the Navigator Group will both be attending today. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If we can establish a connection with them, our company’s development will be smooth sailing.” James put down his glass, his gaze sweeping around the room. “I’ve heard that these two giant corporations have formed a marriage alliance. Do you think they’ll leave any opportunities for us smaller companies? I heard the son of Navigator Group hasn’t been seen in public for a long time. I was even thinking of introducing my daughter to him!” An older small business owner chimed in, agreeing with James. Lily nodded slightly, a calculating look flashing in her eyes. Just as James and the others were enthusiastically discussing how to build relationships with the Summers Group and Navigator Group, there was a sudden commotion in the crowd, with everyone turning to look. I knew Grace had arrived. Grace was wearing an elegant evening gown that far outshone Lily. When Lily saw Grace’s face, the jealousy in her eyes was almost palpable. Her brother, Edward, was holding our daughter’s hand, walking beside her. James’ eyes lit up. He immediately put down his glass, adjusted his collar, and quickly went to greet them. “Miss Summers, it’s truly my honor to see you here today.” James’ face was full of a fawning smile, his eyes revealing a hint of eagerness. The people around also gathered, starting to shower Grace with compliments. “Miss Summers, you look absolutely stunning today. Your aura is simply unmatched.” Lily, not to be outdone, pushed through the crowd. With a sycophantic smile on her face, she said to Edward: “You must be the young master of Navigator Group. You’re truly accomplished at such a young age.” Edward frowned in displeasure, not even sparing Lily a glance. At this moment, our daughter broke free from Edward’s hand and ran towards me, sweetly calling out, “Daddy!” Hearing our daughter’s voice, everyone around froze. The smiles on James and Lily’s faces instantly turned rigid. Grace also walked over, smiling as she took my hand, saying softly, “Lucas, sorry to keep you waiting.”

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  • Desperate Housewives

    After discovering my husband was cheating on me, I slept with his best friend, Ethan Carter. Do I regret it? No. If anything, I should’ve done it sooner. I pinned Ethan against the wall, biting his jawline lightly before teasing him, “You’re pathetic—you can’t even go after the woman you like.” Ethan’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “You’re my best friend’s wife.” “Wife?” I scoffed, tugging on his tie. “Ethan, stop lying to yourself.” My name is Nicole Shaw. A lot of people envy me. They think I hit the jackpot when I married my husband, Ryan Harris. And why wouldn’t they? Ryan went from a fresh graduate to a successful entrepreneur with millions in the bank. Meanwhile, I became a stay-at-home mom after having our son, with a nanny to handle the housework so I could spend my free time at yoga classes, spas, or sipping tea with other wives in the neighborhood. To outsiders, I was living the dream. But I knew better. I’ve known about Ryan’s affair for a long time. Ryan is 38, fit, successful, and in his prime. How could he resist the endless swarm of women throwing themselves at him? Men can’t control their impulses, and even if you try to stop them, they’ll find a way. No matter how well I take care of myself, I’m still a 30-something woman he’s grown bored of. Men are simple creatures—they’ll always want someone younger, fresher. When I first found out, I thought of confronting him. I even considered filing for divorce. But in the end, I chose to endure it. Why? Because of my son, James. He’s only ten years old and idolizes his father. I want him to grow up happy and carefree. Besides, I’m a stay-at-home mom—would I even get custody in a divorce? And if I did, could I give him the life he has now? “Mom, can I get the new LEGO set?” James asked me one day, his innocent smile lighting up his face. Looking at him, I kept reminding myself: all of this is worth it. Men cheating isn’t exactly breaking news. When I was younger, I used to scoff at wives who stayed with their unfaithful husbands, thinking they were pathetic for putting up with it. But now that it’s my turn? I realize staying is the smartest choice. What would divorce get me? A big payout? Ha. Ryan isn’t stupid. If I confronted him, I’d be lucky if he didn’t saddle me with a mountain of debt. I know him too well—he’d do it without a shred of guilt. Ryan controls the money with an iron grip. He’s never let me near the company finances. All I get is the allowance he gives me. Love allowed me to feel joy, anger, and sorrow, but marriage taught me to weigh the pros and cons. I’ve stood by Ryan through thick and thin, helping him build everything he has today. Why should I let some other woman take my place? I locked myself in the bathroom and cried for an entire day. But when I came out, I had learned one of the most important lessons of being a stay-at-home wife: how to keep up appearances. By the time I stepped out, my makeup was flawless once again. That’s when Ethan showed up at the door, carrying a box of crabs. “Nicole, Ryan’s got a business dinner tonight,” he said awkwardly. “He asked me to drop these off for you.” I let out a soft laugh. “A business dinner? Ethan, do you really think I’d fall for that?” Ryan, Ethan, and I all went to college together. Ryan and Ethan were two years ahead of me. They started their business together and have been inseparable ever since. Ethan and I got along well enough that my son calls him “Uncle Ethan.” Ethan’s eyes darted away, avoiding mine. I smiled, glancing over at James, who was busy with his homework in the study. “It’s fine. You don’t have to say anything. I’m not planning on divorcing him.” “I’m sorry,” Ethan murmured, pushing his glasses up nervously. “You don’t need to apologize to me,” I said calmly. “If anything, I should be thanking you.” Ethan looked startled. Because it was true—if it weren’t for his subtle hints, I wouldn’t have figured out Ryan was cheating so quickly. Ethan, caught between loyalty to his best friend and sympathy for me, was in an impossible position. I didn’t hold it against him. Instead, I extended my hand to him with a small, knowing smile. “This will just be our little secret, won’t it?” Ethan hesitated but eventually shook my hand. The touch was brief, and his hand pulled away almost immediately. 2. I had already uncovered the identities of the women Ryan was seeing on the side, but at this point, I couldn’t care less. That is, until I noticed something strange: Ryan had suddenly taken an interest in attending our son James’s school events. In the past, I was always the one who went to parent-teacher conferences. Ryan was “too busy with work” to bother. But recently, after James begged him to come to his school’s sports day, Ryan actually showed up to cheer him on. And ever since then, he’d started making time to pick James up from school. Ryan explained it to me casually: “I went to the school, and James’s teacher gave me a lecture about ‘absent parenting.’ Told me I can’t just ignore my son’s life. So here I am, spending more time with the kid.” Seeing James so happy made me happy too, but something didn’t sit right with me. Ryan wasn’t the type of man to listen to anyone, let alone take advice from a teacher. Call it women’s intuition, but I decided to eavesdrop on one of Ryan’s phone calls. That’s when I found out about his affair with James’s new English teacher, Annie Jo. “Ms. Jo, maybe you can teach me a thing or two as well,” Ryan said, his voice dripping with flirtation. “What’s the rush?” she replied coyly. “If it’s with you, I’ll always have time. Not just a day—a lifetime, if you want it.” Their sickeningly sweet conversation made me want to throw up. Annie Jo was a fresh-faced, soft-spoken intern who had just started teaching at James’s school. She’d only graduated last year, and I’d even exchanged pleasantries with her a few times. James adored her, and up until now, I’d thought she was lovely. I couldn’t believe someone like her would stoop so low. Rage bubbled up inside me, nearly consuming me. I wanted to storm in and scratch Ryan’s face off. How dare he? Cheating was bad enough, but to go after our son’s teacher? Was he not disgusted with himself? And Annie Jo… seriously? She was young, pretty, and had a respectable job. Was she really that desperate? Listening to Ryan’s slimy sweet talk, I bit my lip so hard it nearly bled. But I knew I couldn’t expose them just yet. If I did, James would be the one caught in the middle of the fallout. They didn’t care about my son, but I did. Ryan’s betrayal might have pushed me to the edge, but it was James who kept me from falling. Still, I wasn’t planning to be a doormat anymore. These two deserved a lesson they’d never forget. I didn’t have a solid plan yet, but one way or another, I was going to make them pay. First, I needed proof. So I started following Ryan after work. It didn’t take long to catch him meeting up with Annie—dinner dates, shopping trips, romantic strolls. To an outsider, they might’ve looked like a regular couple. But Annie wasn’t like Ryan’s usual flings. With most women, Ryan was generous, but it was strictly transactional—money for time, affection, and nothing more. But with Annie, he was different. He was patient. If you want to know whether a man really likes someone, just watch how much time he’s willing to waste on her. Part of the reason Ryan played along with Annie’s romantic games was that he hadn’t gotten what he wanted from her yet. They were both skilled players, trading moves in a careful game of seduction. One evening, I watched from the shadows as Ryan dropped Annie off at her apartment. He leaned in to kiss her, but she turned her head away at the last second. “I’m sorry, Ryan,” she said softly, her voice trembling with fake innocence. “I know this is wrong, but I can’t help myself. When you call me, I get so happy. When you ask me out, I can’t say no…” Ryan pulled her into his arms. “Annie, it’s not your fault. My marriage has been over for a long time. My wife and I don’t love each other anymore. You’re the one I truly care about. Once I divorce her, we’ll get married, okay?” Annie blushed and lowered her head. “But what about James? Will he be okay with this?” “You know how much James likes you,” Ryan said without hesitation. Hearing that, my nails dug into my palms so hard that my new manicure snapped. The physical pain didn’t even register compared to the storm of anger and heartbreak inside me. These two scumbags were plotting to take my son away from me. Did they really think James would accept a homewrecker as his new stepmom? Whenever Ryan and I argued, James always took my side. He was like a little adult, wagging his finger at his father and saying, “Dad, women are supposed to be treated with love. You can’t bully Mom.” I had no doubt that this time would be no different. 3. But soon, I came to a painful realization—my beloved son, James, was never on my side. All along, it had been nothing more than my own wishful thinking. This weekend, Ryan said he wanted to take James out for some “father-son bonding time.” He told me it was just the two of them, so I wasn’t invited. Like always, I played the role of the dutiful wife, smiling and waving them off at the door. But as soon as they left, I changed into casual clothes and followed them. And, of course, I caught them halfway through the drive as they picked up Annie Jo. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to hold back my anger. A bitter smile spread across my face. There’s no way my son would be won over by a few cheap tricks. James might be young and innocent, but he’s a sharp kid. These days, kids know far more than we think—exposure to the internet and media makes sure of that. Even if parents or teachers don’t explain certain things, they figure it out on their own. At least, that’s what I told myself. But I was wrong. James wasn’t the least bit surprised to see Annie join them. On the contrary, he was thrilled. “Aunt Annie! It’s so much fun getting to hang out with you!” he exclaimed, his excitement practically bouncing off the car windows. Inside, I was screaming. James, she’s not your sweet teacher anymore—she’s the homewrecker trying to become your new mom! But James couldn’t hear me. The three of them spent the day happily wandering around the amusement park. I followed at a distance, watching as they laughed and played together. When they were done, they headed to a cozy little family-owned restaurant for lunch. After their meal, they continued to a nearby mall, buying clothes and toys for James. James’s smile never left his face that entire day. At one point, I heard him tell Annie, “Aunt Annie, you have such great taste! I don’t really like the stuff my mom picks out for me.” Then he added, “Aunt Annie, I wish you were my mom. My mom’s always bossing me around—telling me what I can’t eat, what I can’t play with. We don’t have anything in common. You’re way cooler than her.” And then, the final blow: “My mom’s like a tiger sometimes, always yelling. You’re so much gentler than she is.” Ryan glanced over at him with a smirk. “So, what if Aunt Annie actually became your mom? Would you be okay with that?” James paused for a second, then shrugged. “Hmm… I’d have to think about it.” In that moment, their voices faded as my world spun around me. I felt dizzy, like the ground had been ripped out from under me. I had accepted Ryan’s infidelity—I had resigned myself to it. But I never expected to fail so completely that I couldn’t even hold onto my own son’s love.

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  • My Husband’s First Love Is Back, and I’m Ready to Take the Money and Leave

    Evan Grant has always had a “first love.” After giving birth to his son, she disappeared, leaving him behind with an incomplete family. To give his son a sense of normalcy, Evan found me—a woman who bore a slight resemblance to her. For three years, I played the role of the perfect woman for their little family: Gentle, kind, resourceful, and most importantly, emotionally stable. But everything changed the day I went to pick up his son from school and overheard something. Miles proudly told his classmates that I was just the nanny and that his real mom was coming back soon. It was Friday, which was supposed to be Evan’s day to pick up Miles from school. Every Friday was their father-son bonding time. Without fail, Evan would take him to a family-friendly restaurant for dinner, a tradition they’d kept for three years. But today, Evan called me last minute to say he had to leave for a business trip—and that I needed to pick Miles up instead. I rushed from the hospital to the preschool. When I arrived, the classroom was nearly empty, with only a few kids left waiting for their parents. Miles was surrounded by a small group of children, all of them admiring the charm bracelet on his wrist. “Wow, Miles, your bracelet is so pretty!” “Where did you get it? I’m going to ask my mom to buy me one too!” Miles puffed out his chest, looking smug. “My mom designed this just for me. You can’t buy it anywhere.” “Wow, your mom is amazing!” “She makes cupcakes and designs jewelry? I wish she were my mom too.” “I want your mom! My mom is so mean.” Under normal circumstances, I was the one who picked up Miles from school. He was more mature than most kids his age, but that also made him a bit withdrawn. To help him make friends, I often brought homemade treats for him to share with his classmates. This little gesture worked wonders—Miles became the most popular kid in his class. Everyone assumed I was his mom, even though he never once called me that. I smiled faintly from the doorway. The cupcakes? Yes, those were my handiwork. The bracelet? Absolutely not. I quietly stepped back, not wanting to interrupt. Sure enough, just as I expected, Miles’ voice—still soft but dripping with disdain—broke through the chatter: “She’s not my mom!” “She’s just my nanny.” “My real mom is a jewelry designer, and she’s awesome!” The kids gasped in unison, their admiration for Miles’ “real mom” growing louder as they bombarded him with questions. I stood at the back door, watching Miles beam as he talked about his mom. Surprisingly, I didn’t feel much of anything. In a way, he wasn’t wrong. Sure, his words were a bit harsh, but they weren’t entirely untrue. From the moment I married Evan, caring for him and Miles had become my only job. And while it was true that my duties often resembled those of a nanny, I wasn’t just any nanny—I was Evan’s legal wife. Technically speaking, I was Miles’ stepmother, not his babysitter. Miles was the son of Evan Grant and the brilliant jewelry designer Mina Scott. But Mina disappeared shortly after giving birth, leaving no legal ties between her and Evan. As Miles grew older, Evan began to notice the cracks in their little family. So, he started looking for a stepmother for Miles, someone who could give him a “complete” home. That’s where I came in. Out of all the candidates, I stood out because I looked just enough like Mina—maybe a 30% resemblance. The day I entered their lives, Miles knew I wasn’t his real mom. And I never intended to replace her. After all, Evan and I had a clear agreement: We were in a contract marriage. Three years, that was all. For those three years, Evan got a stand-in wife. Miles got a stepmother. And I got $3 million. I couldn’t say no. I needed the money—desperately. On the way home, I acted like I hadn’t heard a thing. I chatted with Miles as usual, asking him what he wanted for dinner. I’ve always known my place—I only take what I’m meant to take. Anything outside of that? I don’t concern myself with it. Miles, with his little serious face, rattled off a few dishes. I noticed him swallowing hard, trying to hide his excitement. I had to bite back a laugh. Say what you will, but my cooking skills are top-notch. Over the past three years, both Evan and Miles have filled out quite nicely. When we got home, Miles immediately locked himself in his room. I didn’t pay him any mind and headed straight to the kitchen to start cooking. Once the three dishes and a soup were ready, I went to call him for dinner. But as I raised my hand to knock, I heard laughter from inside his room. Miles was on a video call. Since he had the speakerphone on, I could hear everything clearly. There was Evan’s voice, and then… a woman’s voice. She called Miles “sweetheart,” and he excitedly called her “mom.” Miles was practically buzzing with joy as he told her how all his classmates envied his bracelet. At first, I thought Evan had bought the bracelet for him, just like he had done before to cheer him up. It wouldn’t have been the first time. Even though Mina had been gone for years, Evan had always made an effort to keep her presence alive for Miles—just in case she ever came back. But now, hearing this, it seemed the bracelet really was Mina’s design. After six long years, Evan had finally found her. This “business trip” of his? It was clearly a mission of love. How romantic. Not wanting to interrupt their little family reunion, I quietly returned to the dining table and distracted myself with my phone. When I heard Miles hang up, I knocked on his door and called him to eat. After dinner, I started cleaning up while Miles lingered at the table, looking like he wanted to say something but couldn’t bring himself to. Miles is practically a miniature version of Evan—handsome and refined, with an air of quiet confidence. His eyes, though, are even more striking. Maybe it’s because they’re so pure, so unguarded. They remind me of a pair of eyes I used to know, though they’re not quite the same. Leaning against the table, I smiled and asked, “Do you have something you want to tell me?” Miles pressed his lips together, hesitated for a moment, then shook his head and headed back to his room. I didn’t take it personally, nor did I care to press further. My job is simple: make sure he’s fed, clothed, and taken care of. Anything beyond that? Not my business, and not something I can control. Later that night, I wrapped myself in a blanket and sat on the couch, bawling my eyes out over a movie. When Evan came home, that’s exactly how he found me—face blotchy and swollen from crying. He looked shocked, and I felt embarrassed. I scrambled to stand up, my voice thick with congestion as I blurted out, “Why are you back so early?” He walked over, his gaze soft and steady, and even his tone was unusually gentle. “Why are you still up so late?” I pointed at the TV. “Watching a movie.” He studied me for a moment, sighed quietly, and reached out as if to pat my head. Before I could pull away, his phone rang. The caller ID said “Mina.” He stepped onto the balcony to take the call, while I slipped away into the kitchen to give him privacy. When he finished, I came back out. “Evan, let’s finalize the divorce next week.” Mina was back, and the timing couldn’t have been better—our agreement was almost up anyway. I thought Evan would agree without hesitation. After all, I’d served my purpose, and now that his true love had returned, my role as a stand-in was no longer necessary. But instead, his expression turned cold. “You’re in such a rush to get divorced?” “I’m busy next week.” With that, he walked away, heading straight for Miles’ room, leaving me standing there, completely bewildered. Evan and I may technically be husband and wife, but in reality, our relationship is more like a business arrangement. He pays, I work—it’s as simple as that. Now that the contract is about to expire and he’s reunited with the woman he’s been searching for all these years, shouldn’t we both be happy to part ways? So why is he acting like this? Evan spent the entire weekend working overtime at the office, leaving early and coming home late. I didn’t get another chance to bring up the divorce. On Monday morning, he handed me a small box out of nowhere, saying it was something he’d picked up at an auction. I was busy getting Miles ready for school, so I just tossed it into my bag without a second thought. As usual, I brought some homemade cupcakes for the kids at the preschool. They crowded around me, their sweet little voices ringing out, “Thank you, Auntie!” Miles stood off to the side, watching me quietly. After a moment, he slipped past the other kids and headed into the classroom without a word. Once I dropped him off, I had the driver take me to the hospital. When I got to the room, Sophia was by the window, practicing tai chi. She smiled when she saw me. “What’s on the menu today?” I held up the thermos in my hand. “Your favorite—chicken and mushroom porridge.” We sat on the bed, each with a bowl in hand, eating together. I pulled out my phone, opened the photo gallery, and handed it to her. “This is our house in Windmere. I had someone clean it up already.” “When you’re discharged next week, take Ayden there first, see if there’s anything else we need to add. Once I’m done here, I’ll join you both.” Sophia looked through the photos but didn’t say anything, just nodded quietly. I held my bowl and turned to look out the window. Through the glass, the sky was a brilliant blue. Fluffy clouds floated lazily in the breeze, and willow branches swayed gently in the wind. “Celia, we’ve been such a burden on you,” Sophia said softly. I kept my eyes on the clouds and replied, “Sophia, do you think Ayden would’ve liked that little house?” She froze for a moment, then her gaze softened, a faint smile spreading across her face. “He would’ve loved it. My brother adored windy places.” I smiled too. “That’s good to hear.” Sophia didn’t say anything else, just let out a quiet sigh. We sat there together, watching the clouds drift by, the trees swaying, and the sunlight shifting. On the bench outside, a mother and daughter were replaced by a couple, and later, by an elderly man sitting alone. People come and go in life, just like that—always in a hurry. I broke the silence. “Sophia, there’s no need for us to talk about being a burden.” “Without you and Ayden, there wouldn’t be a Celia in this world.” “We’ve been a family for ten years. That hasn’t changed.” In the afternoon, after finishing some grocery shopping, I went to pick Miles up from school. But when I got there, the teacher told me he had been picked up earlier in the day. She said he’d left with his mom and dad. Back in the car, I debated whether to call Evan to confirm. It was most likely him and Mina who picked Miles up, but when it comes to kids, it’s always better to be cautious. Just as I was about to dial his number, I noticed a notification on my phone—it was from Evan’s social media account. He had just posted something five minutes ago. I opened it. It was a nine-photo collage. The center photo was a shot of the three of them—Evan, Mina, and Miles—smiling brightly on a beach, all dressed in matching family outfits. Miles looked genuinely happy, the kind of carefree joy I hadn’t seen in him in three years. For once, even Evan was wearing something colorful. Standing next to Mina, his usual stern demeanor seemed to melt away, replaced by a softer, more relaxed expression. They looked like the perfect family. Since the post had already confirmed everything for me, there was no need to call. With Evan and Miles gone for a few days, I treated it as a mini vacation. Every day, I cooked meals and brought them to the hospital to eat with Sophia. We’d take walks together, browse the shops nearby, and enjoy the slow, peaceful days. It was a rare bit of leisure. I got Evan’s call in the middle of the night. I had already fallen asleep but was jolted awake by the ringing of my phone. On the other end, Evan’s voice sounded exhausted, and I could hear Miles crying in the background. “Celia, can you come to the children’s hospital?” He explained that Miles hadn’t been sleeping well these past few days, and after spending time in the sea breeze, he suddenly developed a high fever. Now they were at the hospital, but Miles was inconsolable and refusing to cooperate. I glanced at the pitch-black night outside, got up, and started getting dressed. Miles had always been a restless sleeper. When I first came into Evan’s life, Miles would often wake up crying in the middle of the night, and I’d spend hours holding him, singing lullabies to calm him down. He’d gotten much better in the past two years, but he still had his quirks. If he ever had to sleep somewhere unfamiliar, he needed his favorite pillow, bedsheets, and pajamas—otherwise, he wouldn’t sleep well. Whenever Miles traveled with his grandparents, I always packed these things for him in advance. Because I’d always handled it, Evan didn’t know about any of this. As I approached the hospital room, I could already hear Miles’ cries echoing down the hallway. His voice was hoarse from all the crying. I had expected Mina to be there, but when I walked in, it was just Evan and Miles. Evan’s tense expression relaxed slightly when he saw me. “You’re here,” he said, relief evident in his voice. On the hospital bed, Miles’ small face was flushed bright red—whether from the fever or from crying, I couldn’t tell. I told Evan to pick him up. While he held the child, I quickly replaced the hospital bed’s sheets, pillowcase, and blanket with the ones I had brought, then changed Miles into his familiar pajamas. I lay down beside Miles on the bed, holding him close and humming softly until his cries subsided. Gradually, he calmed down, curling up in my arms and clutching the edge of my shirt. Softly, he murmured, “Mommy.” I stroked his feverish cheek, sighing to myself. He was clearly delirious from the fever. I wasn’t his mom. I was just the nanny. After all the chaos, Miles finally fell into a peaceful sleep. The nurse was able to administer the shot without any trouble, and I joined Evan on the sofa to rest. Evan handed me a glass of water and rubbed his temples. “Sorry for disturbing you so late,” he said. I shook my head. “It’s fine. This is part of my job,” I replied. “Next time you take him somewhere, just remember to pack his pillow, pajamas, and bedsheets. It’ll make things easier.” Evan looked at me for a moment before asking, “Have you opened the little box I gave you the other day?” “No, not yet. Is it something important?” I reached for my bag on the other side of the sofa and pulled out the small box. When I opened it, I found a diamond ring inside. Before I could react, Evan covered my hand with his. “Celia,” he said softly, “don’t divorce me, okay?” I didn’t know what happened between Evan and Mina that made him willing to let go of someone he had waited six years for and turn to me with a marriage proposal. But I knew one thing for sure—it wasn’t because he loved me. Evan is the kind of man who’s terrifyingly rational and self-disciplined. Every decision he makes is calculated, weighed carefully to ensure it’s the most logical and beneficial choice. I had no interest in figuring out his motives. I’ve never been one to waste energy on things that don’t matter. I pulled my hand away from his and placed the ring on the coffee table. “Evan, we’re just contract partners. The agreement has expired. It’s time for us to end this.” He sat beside me, as if he hadn’t heard a word I said. Instead, he started explaining. “Celia, if this is about Mina, you don’t have to worry.” “It’s over between us. The only reason I saw her was because she wanted to spend time with Miles. There won’t be any contact between us moving forward.” He paused, then added, “These past few years, having you around has been comforting. Miles relies on you so much. Isn’t this life… good enough?” I looked at Evan, my expression calm. “No, it’s not.” “I don’t know or care what’s going on between you and Mina, but there’s no chance for us.” The only reason I agreed to this contract marriage in the first place was to pay for Sophia’s medical treatment. Now that she’s recovered, we have our own plans, our own lives to live. We’re going to settle down in a place where the wind never stops. Evan clearly hadn’t expected me to turn him down so bluntly. For the first time, I saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes. “Celia, do you really feel nothing for me?” I smiled faintly. “Of course I do—gratitude for a very generous employer.” I meant it sincerely. If it weren’t for the $3 million he gave me back then, Sophia and I wouldn’t have survived. That’s why, for the past three years, I’ve done everything I could to care for him and Miles. For anything related to them, I’ve always been there when they needed me. But that’s as far as it goes. I thought I’d made myself clear, but Evan didn’t seem ready to accept it. “You don’t need to answer me right away. I’m not in a hurry.” “It’s late. Let me have the driver take you home. I’ll stay here and take care of things.” Miles had developed a mild case of pneumonia from his prolonged fever and needed to stay in the hospital for a few days. Evan moved his work into the hospital room and stayed by Miles’ side the entire time. Mina, however, never showed up. Every day, I cooked meals at home and brought them to the hospital. One day, as I was feeding Miles lunch, I suddenly got a call from the hospital. The voice on the other end told me Sophia had suffered a brain hemorrhage and was in critical condition. The bowl slipped from my hands and shattered on the floor, the sound startling Miles. Evan happened to walk in at that moment. He rushed over to me, concern written all over his face. “What happened?” he asked. My hands were trembling uncontrollably, my mind blank, my breath catching in my throat. How could this be happening? I had just seen her yesterday. She was fine. She was supposed to be discharged tomorrow. Everything was supposed to be getting better. How could this happen? Clutching Evan’s sleeve, tears streamed down my face. It took everything I had to force out a single sentence. “Take me to Memorial Hospital.” Evan helped me to my feet and guided me outside. He called for two nurses to stay with Miles and phoned his parents to come to the hospital. Then he drove as fast as he could to get me to Sophia. The doctor told me that Sophia had collapsed while walking in the courtyard. The location of the bleed in her brain was critical, and they advised me to prepare for the worst. Thunder rumbled outside as heavy rain poured down, washing away days of suffocating heat. The air felt damp, thick with the scent of wet pavement. After eight hours of emergency treatment, Sophia was gone. The two lights in my life had both gone out, one after the other, leaving nothing but darkness behind. I quietly handled all of Sophia’s funeral arrangements on my own. Evan offered to help, but I didn’t let him. The day of her cremation, the sun was glaringly bright. I stood on the side of the street, holding her urn. Occasionally, I would catch snippets of conversation from passersby. “After so many overcast days, the sun’s finally out. What a beautiful day.” I looked up at the blazing sun, its rays harsh and unrelenting. It struck me as strange—how could such a bright sun fail to warm me at all? I didn’t know how long I stood there, frozen in place, unable to take a single step forward. Everyone else on the street seemed to have somewhere to go, a destination calling them forward. But I didn’t. Once, I didn’t know where I came from. And now, I didn’t know where to go. “Let’s go home.” I hadn’t noticed when Evan arrived, but he gently took my arm and guided me to the car. When we got back, I lay down and fell into a restless sleep. I dreamed—fragmented, hazy dreams that blurred the line between reality and illusion. At some point, I became vaguely aware of someone sitting by my bedside. A hand reached out to touch my forehead, as if checking my temperature. The room was dark, with no lights on, except for a faint beam of light spilling in from the doorway. The figure sat with their back to the light, their face obscured in shadow. Instinctively, I raised my hand and touched his eyes. He caught my hand, his grip firm but steady. His voice was calm, steady, and low. “Do I remind you of him?” In that instant, I snapped awake. I tried to pull my hand back, but he only held it tighter.

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  • After the Wedding: The Alleged Brother – in – law Is Actually My Wife’s Boyfriend

    My new wife is excessively supporting her brother financially. I earn $40,000 a month, but she gives $35,000 to her brother, leaving us with only $5,000 for rent and groceries. After eight months, I couldn’t take it anymore and lied to her, saying I’d been fired. To my surprise, she immediately asked for a divorce. I thought she was joking until the next day when I overheard her in the bathroom, painting her nails and talking to her brother on speakerphone: “He got fired after just eight months, what a loser.” “But we managed to get $280,000 from him, plus a $200,000 betrothal gift, enough for us to go back and get married.” Get married? Aren’t they supposed to be siblings? 0 Hearing her phone conversation felt like a lightning bolt striking my brain. They’re planning to get married? How can siblings get married? The shocking realization overwhelmed me. I fought the urge to confront her and kept eavesdropping outside the door. She was still in there, talking leisurely, unaware that I was home. “Making $480,000 in eight months, not bad. We didn’t lose out.” “Yes, it’s a pity he got fired. Otherwise, with such a high salary, we could have stuck it out for two or three years, made a couple of million, and then moved to another city. Maybe even buy a car and a house.” “I’m sorry, honey. Pretending to like someone you don’t must be hard, but it’s the easiest way for us to make money.” “It’s not hard, babe. As long as we can earn enough to have a good life, I’m fine. Once he agrees to divorce, I’ll find a way to get some assets, hehe.” “Honey, you’re working so hard, mwah mwah, I miss you. Come make me feel good.” “Oh, stop it, after all that yesterday you still want more…” As ridiculous as it sounds, I finally understood their real relationship. The one on the phone is my wife, Fiona Adams, and on the other end is her so-called brother, Lachlan Adams. We hadn’t known each other long before Fiona pursued me aggressively. In hindsight, it was just because my high salary met their goals. I admit Fiona is stunning, so when she said she needed a $200,000 betrothal gift for her brother’s wedding, I willingly paid. But after the wedding, she took $35,000 of my $40,000 salary each month for Lachlan, saying it was a tradition from her hometown to help her brother for two years so they wouldn’t have to worry about him later. Thinking it was just two years, I gritted my teeth and bore it. When my company went public, as a veteran employee, I was awarded $20 million in stock options, and my annual salary jumped to $1 million. I rushed home eager to share the news with Fiona, only to receive a bank transfer notification for $35,000 to Lachlan at the door. On a whim, I decided to joke with her that I got fired. But when Fiona heard I was fired, the usually gentle woman suddenly changed, tossed her spoon aside, and asked for a divorce. I thought she was joking, so I pretended to feel guilty and said: “I’m sorry, babe. I can’t give you a good life. If you really want a divorce, I won’t blame you.” “If you want a divorce, let’s go to the county courthouse when it opens this afternoon.” I thought she would comfort me, but instead, she dragged me to the courthouse. Just as we arrived, her brother-in-law Lachlan showed up and pushed me aside. I had no idea what I did to offend him. His glare felt like he wanted to eat me alive: “Nolan Brooks, divorcing my sister won’t be that easy. You promised to support me for two years. If you divorce her today, 70% of your assets go to her.” Seeing this unfold, I realized Fiona was serious about the divorce. I felt a mix of emotions. Despite being overly supportive of her brother, she was a near-perfect wife otherwise. She was elegant, cooked well, and even prepared my bathwater every night. Marrying her felt like my greatest happiness. I had asked her a few times about supporting her brother financially. She didn’t work, but fortunately, my salary in New York City wasn’t low, a full $40,000 a month. Yet, the moment my salary hit the account, $35,000 would be transferred to Lachlan. The remaining $5,000 was for rent, utilities, and meals. Life was tight. Whenever I suggested using some savings, she’d laugh and say savings were for emergencies and shouldn’t be touched lightly. Occasionally, looking at a table full of plain dishes, I’d get upset. But whenever I brought it up, she’d tear up, saying how hard it was raising her brother alone after their parents died. I’d soften up, feeling too sorry to press the issue, and eventually stopped mentioning it. Lachlan always called me brother-in-law, and whatever I said, he’d follow. He seemed so well-behaved that I decided to help him out, thinking two years would pass quickly. But with just one joke, I discovered everything was fake. From Fiona and his conversation, it was clear they weren’t siblings but lovers! 0

    They were scamming by marrying fools like me, then draining their finances. In just eight months, they managed to scam $480,000 including the betrothal gift. Thinking about them calling each other siblings in front of me while doing who-knows-what behind my back made me sick. I was trembling with rage, realizing they even wanted 70% of my savings. They took me for a total fool. If I hadn’t forgotten a document and returned home just in time to overhear their call, I’d have been utterly duped. I had intended to show Fiona the shareholders’ agreement in a couple of days and try to win her back. After all, though we’d only been married eight months, how could there be no feelings at all? But I felt as if my heart, like a fallen leaf, was filled with disappointment. Anger surged from within, and I clenched my fists, wanting to expose their scheme right then and there. Calm down! Knowing it’s a scam, I can’t let them off easily. They must pay. To avoid alerting her that I knew everything, I quietly backed away from the door, closing it as if I’d never been there. I hid in the stairwell, and soon Fiona, wearing a short skirt and stockings, came out. She went downstairs and got into a taxi—I could guess where she was going. If only I had been prepared, I would have followed her. Fiona didn’t return until ten at night, now wearing a tracksuit instead of her earlier attire. When she opened the door, she saw me watching TV in the living room. I hadn’t agreed to the divorce yesterday, so she seemed a bit uneasy. After a moment, she slowly approached me, asking, “Nolan, have you thought about the divorce yet?” I looked up at her, the love bite behind her ear making me nauseous. “You really want a divorce? Just because I got fired?” Fiona’s eyes welled up with tears: “I don’t really want a divorce, but you know I don’t work, and my brother isn’t settled, we need money. Now that you’re unemployed with no income, what can I do? If there was another way, I wouldn’t…” “I didn’t get fired.” I cut her off before she could finish. Her face was a mix of confusion and surprise when I said I wasn’t fired. She sat next to me, leaning in, her scent faintly present. Ha, this must be the perfume she wears for her brother-husband. How disgusting. Seeing me silent, Fiona panicked. After all, not everyone makes a salary of $40,000 a month. Who knows how long it would take to find another fool like me? And not every sucker would earn such a high salary. “Hahaha.” “No worries, babe. I get it, I really do. I was just joking with you. How could someone as capable as your husband get fired?” I wrapped my arm around Fiona’s waist, pulling her close. She didn’t resist, snuggling in even closer, though her eyes lacked any genuine emotion. “Babe, I know it’s tough raising Lachlan alone. I understand your need for money.” “I wasn’t fired, just teasing you. The company decided to raise my salary starting this month, and I’ll get an extra $40,000 or $50,000 in bonuses at the end of the year. I thought since Lachlan is smart, why not set him up with a company so he can learn to earn too? That’d ease your burden.” “We won’t get divorced. I’ll always take care of you, okay?” Then I kissed her on the lips. Come on, someone else’s wife—why not kiss her? It’s a bit thrilling, actually. Fiona bashfully responded, and as I kissed her more deeply, she responded earnestly with her tongue until we both struggled for breath, finally pulling apart. Her face flushed, she looked at me earnestly, asking, “Is that true, babe?” “But starting a company for Lachlan, he doesn’t know how.” “What if he loses money?” “We’re not getting a divorce. I’ll always take care of you, okay?” With those words, I leaned in and kissed her. Just kidding, right? Not kissing someone else’s wife when you have the chance? There’s a certain thrill to it. Fiona Adams responded bashfully. Seeing how serious I was, she extended her tongue to meet mine. We only pulled away when we were both out of breath. Her face flushed, she looked at me earnestly and asked, “Honey, do you mean it?” “But Lachlan doesn’t know how to run a company.” “What if it loses money?” “Are you really going to give him so much money to start a company?” Fiona hadn’t expected that not only was I not fired, but my income had also increased, with a year-end bonus that was beyond her imagination. She was even more surprised when I suggested starting a company for her brother Lachlan; she seemed very excited. I gently patted her hand and said softly, “Of course, it’s true. You’re my wife, and Lachlan is your brother. We’re family, after all.” “If I don’t treat you well, who will I treat well, silly? Don’t mention divorce again. Everything I have is yours.” Fiona was touched by my words and embraced me. I thought to myself, “You think you can take my money that easily? I’ll make sure to get it all back with interest.” Pushing that thought aside, I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. Tonight, let’s make this night unforgettable with Lachlan’s wife. “Stop it, I haven’t showered yet… Mmm…” …… A year ago, I first met Fiona Adams at a coffee shop near my office. Just like in many romantic dramas, she accidentally knocked over my coffee, spilling it all over me. She apologized profusely, trying to clean the coffee stains, and that’s when I noticed her. Her looks and style were exactly what I liked, like the girl next door. She insisted on adding me on WeChat, claiming she wanted to reimburse me for the laundry. I thought it was just a typical encounter. About three days after the café meeting, I saw her again near the office. This time, she was in professional attire, sitting dejectedly by the flower bed with her resume in hand. A cleaning lady passed by with a heavy-looking trash cart. Fiona didn’t hesitate to help, despite the dirt. At that moment, I was moved by her kindness, and something stirred in my heart. So, I started chatting with her on WeChat. As we talked more, we grew closer. She seemed perfect to me; we even shared the same taste in food. Even our hobbies were the same, which made me fall into her trap. I started pursuing her relentlessly. Unfortunately, what I thought was true love turned out to be a scam. There’s no such thing as a perfect lover. Had I not pretended to have been fired on a whim, I might never have discovered the true relationship between her and her brother. I might have ended up bankrupt, with them taking my money and eloping. Thankfully, I realized everything in time. Not only did I uncover their scheme, but if I played my cards right, I might even reclaim the money they swindled from me. When Lachlan Adams heard I was funding his company, he dropped all demands for a divorce and splitting assets at the county courthouse, affectionately calling me “brother-in-law.” Through his narrow eyes, I could see his disdain and contempt for me. Since we were starting a company, the location had to be prime. As the boss, Lachlan needed a secretary, right? I used my connections to find an office in a prime location and hired a drama school graduate as his secretary. Once everything was set up, I called Lachlan and Fiona over to show them the place and introduce the secretary. Through the large floor-to-ceiling windows, you could see the cityscape. The secretary, Daphne Harper, was wearing a professional top and a pencil skirt, with black stockings and high heels, which caught Lachlan’s eye. “So, Lachlan, are you satisfied with this place?” “Yes, brother-in-law, I’m very satisfied!” Lachlan couldn’t care less about the environment, his eyes glued to Daphne Harper. “Alright, Daphne, why don’t you fetch us some champagne? Let’s celebrate. Come, have a seat.” I invited them to the sofa. Lachlan and Fiona were already dreaming about the company’s future, grinning widely. Daphne Harper walked in with a tray, swaying her slim waist. As she passed by Lachlan, I gave her a look. “Oh no!” Daphne pretended to twist her ankle, spilling champagne all over Lachlan. “Sorry, Mr. Adams, I’ll clean it up right away.” She bent down to wipe the wine off Lachlan’s clothes, her wide neckline revealing a hint of skin. She was a campus beauty, not only pretty but also with an incredible figure. Her sultry eyes locked with Lachlan’s as she wiped, slowly moving the towel from his chest down to his thigh. “Mmm…” Lachlan seemed to be enjoying it. Fiona sat beside him, her face dark with anger. I chuckled, “Daphne, you should be more careful.” “Lachlan doesn’t have a girlfriend yet, right? And Daphne, you’re single too, right?” “You two make a handsome pair. If you get along, you could develop something.” Just as I finished, Fiona suddenly stood up, knocking her teacup to the ground, shattering it. She charged at them like an angry lioness. “Honey, what’s wrong?” I feigned ignorance and asked in surprise.

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  • Three Days Before Dying of Illness, They Said I Finally Learned My Lesson

    Cancer in its final stage. The only chemotherapy opportunity that could save my life was snatched away by Olivia for Jason, who was in the early stages of cancer. I gave up on the doctor’s life-saving plan and swallowed a powerful pain-blocking drug. The price was organ failure and death after three days. During these three days, I gave up everything. When I handed over all my hard-earned assets to Jason, my parents smiled with satisfaction. When Olivia presented the divorce papers and I signed them without hesitation, she sighed and said I was being sensible. When I pushed Emma to call Jason “Dad”, she excitedly said Dad was the best. Even when I transferred all my property and assets to Jason, They didn’t notice anything unusual, They just looked at me with contentment and said, “Our little Adrian has finally learned his lesson.” But I’m also curious, after I die, will they remember me? Under the doctor’s pitying gaze, I swallowed the pain-blocking drug. I had three days left until my death. After taking the medicine, I went to Jason’s hospital room. Inside, Dad was peeling an orange for Jason, while Mom was chatting with him. When they saw me enter, the smiles on my parents’ faces instantly turned cold. “What, done pretending to be sick and here to cause trouble for Jason again? Adrian, I’m telling you, as long as we’re here, don’t even think about bullying Jason!” Dad said to me, his tone icy. “Our family has always been strict with discipline. I don’t know where you learned to be so wicked, jealous of Jason and even trying to steal his chemotherapy opportunity,” Mom scolded, pointing at me. “If I had known, I shouldn’t have given birth to you in the first place!” In a corner out of my parents’ sight, Jason smiled at me, his eyes full of provocation. I lowered my gaze. I had heard these words from my parents countless times before. In the past, I would have argued with them and exposed Jason’s fake persona in public, Even though my parents never believed a single word I said. But now I was tired, too exhausted to fight anymore. “Well, it’s good that you’re here. I have something to discuss with you,” Dad spoke up. I smiled faintly, “Dad, I have something to tell you too.” “Jason wants my store business and company, right? I’ve thought it over. He can have it all!” Dad was stunned for a moment, and Mom looked at me with surprise. “How did you know I was going to talk to you about this today? You agree?” I forced a smile. No wonder they were surprised and kept confirming. Jason had wanted my stores and company for a long time. My parents had said all kinds of things, good and bad, to try to get me to hand over my hard-earned business to Jason, But I had never given in. Now, as a dying man, these things meant nothing to me anymore. Seeing my serious expression, Mom finally smiled with relief and stepped forward to pat my head. “You’ve finally come to your senses!” “Jason has always been more excellent than you since school. Even though he’s sick now, his financial management skills are better than yours,” “We feel at ease letting him manage your stores and company,” I forced a smile and handed the transfer agreement to Jason. After seeing Jason sign it, my parents happily held my hands, calling me a good child over and over. A hint of mockery arose in my heart. How ironic. Only when I gave in to Jason would Mom smile at me. But I was also curious, If Mom discovered Jason’s true face and found out about my death afterwards, Would she and Dad regret it? In the evening, I returned home. I saw my wife Olivia and daughter Emma cooking in the kitchen. Perhaps because of my late-stage cancer, I closed the door quietly. The mother and daughter seemed not to hear me as they laughed while cooking. Olivia turned around with the dish and saw me. Her smile froze for a moment before returning to normal. “Adrian, when did you get back? I didn’t hear anything.” I silently looked at the dish in Olivia’s hand – stir-fried vegetables, Jason’s favorite. Judging by its appearance, it looked as good as a professional chef’s work. It’s quite ironic. I was about to die, And only now did I learn that Olivia, who had lived with me for 5 years, could cook. In the past, she always complained about my cooking. Under Olivia’s “influence”, Emma gradually started to look down on me too. I worked hard for this family, but in the end, I didn’t win any respect. If it were before, I might have started ranting hysterically, But now I just calmly walked past them and sat on the sofa, sorting through the things in my bag. Seeing my silence, Olivia hesitated for a moment. After putting the dish on the table, she came over. “Adrian, I have something I want to discuss with you today.” Olivia bit her lip somewhat unnaturally, hesitated for a moment, but still spoke up: “It’s about your brother Jason.” My heart sank, and a not-so-good thought suddenly came to mind. The next second, Olivia’s words left me stunned: “After Jason’s cancer chemotherapy surgery, he’s been very depressed. So your parents want me to marry Jason, to cheer him up,” My ears were ringing. It took a long time before I found my voice again. “So, you agreed?” Olivia sighed, “Adrian, although Jason isn’t your biological brother, he’s still family after your parents adopted him,” “Besides, it’s just to cheer him up. Once Jason is discharged from the hospital, I’ll still be your wife, Emma’s mom.” Before I could speak, Emma chimed in: “That’s right, Dad. Uncle Jason has been feeling really down lately. You should try to understand him!” I silently looked at the mother and daughter in front of me. This was the woman I had loved for years. This was the child I had raised with great effort. I asked myself, I had never done anything wrong. To my family, wife, and child, I had always been conscientious. In the end, what I got was their betrayal. But it doesn’t matter now. If Jason wants everything, I’ll give it all to him. All of it, I don’t want any of it anymore. I looked up at Olivia, “Alright, I agree!” Olivia’s eyes flashed with surprise, “Really?” She quickly took out divorce papers from the drawer and put them on the table. I smiled bitterly. Olivia, oh Olivia, you can’t even hide your eagerness? I picked up the pen and quickly signed the papers. After signing, Olivia’s face was full of relief, her expression solemn and affectionate. “Adrian, after Jason is discharged, we’ll remarry. Don’t worry, I’ll never let you down!” After saying this, Olivia also signed the divorce papers. After signing, She looked at me and sighed, “Adrian, you’ve become much more reasonable than before. I’ve made mistakes in the past too, I was wrong,” “After Jason gets better, Emma and I will come back to take care of you!” “That’s right, Dad!” Emma also spoke up like a little adult, “Dad is so good to Uncle Jason, I’m proud of you!” Looking at them, my heart turned to ashes. Before this, I had held onto a last glimmer of hope for Olivia and Emma. But now… Forget it. Apart from death, I have no expectations left. I stood up, intending to go around them and return to my room to rest. A strong wave of dizziness hit me, and I couldn’t help but faint. In the moment before everything went black, I saw Olivia’s anxious face. I was awakened by a chill. When I opened my eyes, I found myself still lying on the floor. Looking at Olivia and Emma again, both mother and daughter were looking at me with disappointed expressions. “Mom, I told you, Dad was faking it again!” Emma said. “Dad, can you stop being so childish? You’re really holding us up from visiting Uncle Jason at the hospital!” Faking it? At this moment, Olivia also spoke with disappointment: “Adrian, can you stop making a scene?” “I’ve told you, even though we’re divorced, I still love you. You don’t need to use such childish tricks like pretending to faint to test me!” After hearing Olivia’s words, I finally understood. The pain-blocking drug I took could shield me from all illness and pain for these 3 days. During this time, I would look like a normal person, with complexion no different from others. But the side effects were severe. After 3 days, I would die from organ failure. It seems this drug is really effective. I struggled to stand up, “It might be low blood sugar, it’s nothing. I’ll go to the hospital with you.” “There are some transfer procedures that still need Jason’s signature.” Olivia nodded. There was no surprise on her face. It seems my parents must have told her in advance. After arriving at the hospital, Jason was watching TV in the ward. “Adrian, you’re here!” Jason’s face was still very pale, But his spirits were clearly much better. However, I didn’t miss the smugness and arrogance in his eyes. “Adrian, thank you for trusting me and letting me manage your business. Don’t worry, I won’t let you down!” “That’s right, Adrian. Letting Jason manage your stores and company is great. You can stay at home and enjoy the dividends every day!” Mom said with a smile. I took out the remaining paperwork from my bag. “In that case, let him manage all my assets too,” “This way I won’t have to worry about anything in the future.” Everyone in the ward was stunned. “Adrian, are you serious? You want to give all your assets to Jason?” Olivia grabbed my arm, her eyes full of surprise. This time, it was my turn to be confused. In the past, they always sided with Jason, giving him whatever he wanted. If I didn’t agree, they would scold me endlessly. How come now that I’m giving everything to Jason, They don’t understand? Dad was the first to come to his senses, his eyes full of satisfaction, “This child has finally learned his lesson, he’s grown up! Our efforts in raising you weren’t in vain!” “Adrian, you’ve learned to accept your brother now, that’s a good thing!” “From now on, you two live well together, and we can rest easy even when we’re old!” Rest easy? Dad, Mom, you’ve been fooled by Jason’s fake persona for too many years. Do you really believe Jason will manage everything well for me? My head started spinning again, and my nose felt itchy. I touched it and realized it was a nosebleed. “Adrian, why are you having a nosebleed? The weather isn’t even dry lately?” Mom asked at this moment. My hand paused as I wiped the blood. I couldn’t help but look at them and speak: “Dad, Mom, if one day I really die from illness, would you regret it?” But Mom’s expression didn’t change at all, she just smiled and glanced at me, “Your complexion looks so good, how could you possibly die from illness? Stop saying such unlucky things!” “Yes, Jason is different. When he gets better, we need to make sure he eats well to recover!” Dad said while looking at Jason with concern. “I think so too!” Emma chimed in, “Dad is very healthy, Uncle Jason is the one we’re most worried about!” The last glimmer of hope in my heart disappeared completely. I have nothing left to look forward to… I looked down at Emma and smiled, “Emma, didn’t you always want your Uncle Jason to be your real dad?” “I agree now. Jason is your dad now, why don’t you call him Dad?” Emma’s eyes lit up with joy, “Really?!” I smiled faintly, “After you call him Dad, you can always eat the food he cooks and have him accompany you from now on!” “This has always been your wish, are you happy?” Emma jumped up excitedly, “That’s great! Dad is the best in the world! Thank you, Dad!” After saying this, Emma let go of my hand and hugged Jason. My parents and Olivia watched this scene with satisfaction. I turned to leave, looking back at them one last time. My parents were playing with Emma together with Jason, while Olivia stood by with a smile on her face. No one noticed me. I closed the door of the ward and left the hospital. With only one day left until my death, I had nowhere to go. In my busy and rushed life, I had never taken the time to truly enjoy myself. I booked a ticket to Seaside City to see the ocean at night. I wanted to go hiking, But I couldn’t hold on any longer. Just before I was about to faint, I dialed a number I hadn’t called in nearly 5 years. Then everything went black and I lost consciousness. When I woke up again, I was already in the hospital. I turned my eyes to look at the time. Only 6 hours left until my death. And beside me was my childhood friend Kevin, with reddened eyes. Years ago, Kevin had strongly opposed my relationship with Olivia, saying she wasn’t worthy of my lifelong commitment. But I didn’t listen. I had a big fight with him, which led to him not attending my wedding. I know I shouldn’t bother him now, But besides him, I really couldn’t find anyone else in this world. “What’s going on with you? Weren’t you so proud after marrying Olivia?” “Wasn’t your family of three living happily? How did you end up like this? Why did the doctor say your organs are starting to fail?” Kevin’s voice choked up. I smiled at him while wearing an oxygen mask. When we were young, we made a promise that if one of us reached the end of their life, The other would handle everything afterwards, no matter what. I could no longer speak, so I struggled to raise my hand and point to my bag. Kevin took out several documents from the bag. He looked at the documents for a moment, then nodded slightly and put them in his own bag. Fortunately, our understanding of each other hasn’t changed. We could understand each other’s thoughts without words. Only 3 hours left until my death. I gave up on resuscitation. After another bout of unconsciousness, I woke up. Kevin showed me his phone. It was a message from Jason: [Adrian, I won! I got everything of yours] [You thought you could compete with me? You only have yourself to blame for not being capable enough. Who told your parents to like me so much?] [Just quietly leave the family! I’ll help you take good care of your parents, and your wife and daughter too!] After reading this, Kevin, a hot-blooded young man, cried and cursed in the ward. I sighed self-mockingly in my heart. In my life, I had never regretted anything, except for asking Dad to sponsor Jason. I first saw Jason in a run-down orphanage. At that time, I was following my teacher as a young volunteer at the orphanage. It was snowing heavily that day, and all the children were huddled inside to keep warm. Only Jason was in the backyard, picking leftover bones from the garbage to eat. I couldn’t bear to watch and begged my father to sponsor Jason. After that, Jason and I became close brothers who shared everything. The next year, Jason came to my class. As soon as he arrived, he won the favor of teachers and classmates with his excellence. Whenever someone praised him, I was also very proud. Until later, things started to go wrong. My friends inexplicably began to distance themselves from me, while treating Jason as their best friend. The girls who liked me also gradually became cold towards me, and instead professed their love for Jason. Even my parents began to frequently invite Jason home for meals and to stay over. They even divided up my room to make it Jason’s room. I was too naive and insensitive back then. I never thought that Jason’s specialty was taking away everything that belonged to me amid others’ praises. By the time I realized it, My room was gone, My family was gone, Everything of mine had been occupied by Jason. Actually, I once asked Jason why, but his answer left me feeling cold all over: “Adrian, did you think I would thank you for sponsoring me? How could I possibly thank you?” “I really can’t stand the way you show off in front of me. I will definitely take everything away from you,” “I just want to see your desperate expression after I’ve taken everything from you!” … I once thought I could drive Jason away. I also thought I could make my parents and Olivia see through his facade. But I was too naive. I underestimated Jason’s methods, and overlooked the fondness my parents, Olivia, and even Emma had for him. I lost completely. Only 9 minutes left until my death. My consciousness began to fade, and my vision started to blur. But I still saw the message Mom sent me on Kevin’s phone: [Adrian, have someone repaint the walls of your house in the next few days. Your brother has a favorite color!] [Also, your brother will be discharged in half a month. When he’s out, move some of your things out. Jason needs to put his stuff in!] Even in the last moments of my life, Mom was still concerned about Jason. It seems I really wasn’t important in her heart. So be it then… Kevin seemed to be crying and shouting something in my ear, but I couldn’t hear anymore. I’ve fought for so many years, I’m really too tired. Finally, I can have a good sleep… On November 24th, Adrian Sullivan passed away at Seaside City Hospital at the age of 29. Jason was watching TV in his hospital bed when the door suddenly opened. He looked up and saw a man enter – his biological father. “What are you doing here?” Jason’s eyes flashed with disgust, but also a hint of fear. Frank sneered, “Well, if I hadn’t abandoned you at the orphanage back then, how could you have met such a rich family?” “I’m out of money. Transfer me $100,000!” Jason sat up abruptly, glaring at Frank. “Why should I? Have you ever taken care of me for a single day since I was born?” Frank sat down leisurely on the sofa in the hospital room. “Cut the crap, Jason. Let me tell you, I know all about your dirty tricks.” “You better transfer the money to me quietly, and we won’t have to get ugly. Otherwise, you know what I’m capable of!” Jason’s hands clenched into fists. After a long moment, he finally relaxed them. “Fine, give me some time. I need to be discharged before I can make money.” Frank scoffed, “You don’t have the luck to be born a young master, but you’ve got the illness of one. It’s just early-stage cancer, wasting so much money!” “I’ll give you two days. If I don’t see the money in two days, I’ll go find your adoptive father in the Sullivan family!” Frank kicked open the door and left. Jason violently smashed the glass cup on the bedside table. He was breathing heavily, his eyes filled with intense hatred. Why… Why could everyone else have such a happy life, while he was only fit to be abandoned at an orphanage by such a beast of a father? Why did he have to live a life of being looked down upon? He had worked so hard to take over Adrian’s place, pushing the Sullivan’s son out of the family. He absolutely refused to go back to that hand-to-mouth existence! Jason got up from the hospital bed. After tricking Adrian out of the chemotherapy opportunity, his recovery was progressing faster day by day. He would be discharged soon. But now, he just wanted to quickly sell off all the property, stores, and companies he had snatched from Adrian, Then transfer all the money overseas in batches, and leave the country under some pretext. This way, his beast of a father would never find him again, And neither would the gullible Sullivan family. Yes, he had to get this done as soon as possible! He told the nurse at the station that he was going out for some fresh air, then went downstairs and called a taxi to the bank. At the bank, Jason handed his card to the teller, his heart trembling with excitement. Soon, Adrian’s money would be his. He would finally be free. But then, the teller suddenly looked up, giving him a strange look. “Sir, the name and identity on this card don’t match yours,” “Sir, did you bring the wrong card?” Jason was stunned. “How is that possible? When we were doing the paperwork earlier, my family had already transferred the ownership of this card to me!” “Could there be a mistake on your end?” The teller shook her head, “Sir, the owner of this card is still Mr. Adrian Sullivan, and this card has been placed under a property protection freeze at our bank!” Jason was dumbfounded. Property protection freeze?

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  • After Dying in the Fire, I Witnessed My Family “Selling” Me Cheaply for Money

    CHAPTER Is that me? Being burned alive feels exactly how you’d imagine—a scorching, all-consuming agony that burrows into every inch of my body. I should be dead. But I’m not. Not exactly. I hover, weightless, watching the scene unfold beneath me. Watching her. “Our Evelyn is so beautiful. Tomorrow is your birthday party! Mom bought you this dress.” My mother’s voice is soft, affectionate—a voice I never knew she was capable of. She holds up a shimmering dress. I’ve seen that dress before. My sister once boasted that it cost 10,000 dollars—more than my parents make in a month. Yet, they still bought it for her. They always found a way to meet her demands. When the fire left scars on her fingers, they scraped together the money to have them removed. But when I burned? I got nothing. Not a hospital visit. Not a touch of comfort. Not even a second glance. Because in this family, only one daughter mattered. This cramped, two-bedroom apartment was purchased for her. My parents took out a loan to move closer to a better school. One bedroom belonged to them. The other? Hers. I never had one. “Sis, my classmates will laugh at me if they see how small my room is. Why don’t you sleep in the living room instead?” I was twelve. She dragged me to the couch, tossed me a blanket, and slammed the door in my face. I wanted to protest. I wanted to tell my parents. But all they said was, “It’s just the living room. We used to sleep under bridges, and you can’t even handle this?” So, I stopped complaining. I slept on that couch for five years. And in that time, I learned: I was nothing more than a shadow in this house. Once, I was cleaning her room and accidentally brushed against her bed. My mother’s voice had cracked like a whip. “Your hands are filthy! Do you want to dirty my daughter’s bed?” My daughter. Not her daughters. Just one. From that day forward, I never stepped foot in her room again. And yet, standing here, looking down at the family that ignored me in life, I still hoped—stupidly, desperately hoped—that my death would shake them. That they’d grieve me. That they’d miss me. But instead— “Mom, I’m inviting my friends to celebrate my birthday at a restaurant tomorrow!” My parents exchange hesitant glances. I can see the deep lines of exhaustion on their faces, the weight of financial stress. They can’t afford this. They shouldn’t. But then my mother smiles. Soft. Loving. Indulgent. “Of course, Evelyn! Mom won’t forget your birthday. Everything’s set—you’ll be the most beautiful girl there.” The most beautiful girl. Not a single mention of the daughter they just lost. Not a single flicker of sadness. And then— “Damn it, Big Sis had to die at the worst possible time. What bad luck.” Bad luck. Not tragedy. Not grief. Just inconvenience. My chest clenches with something sharp, something suffocating. I was nothing to them. I had always been nothing. When I was little, I believed that even if my mother was unfair, she still loved me. That my father’s beatings, his cruel words—they meant he cared. “Beating is affection. Scolding is love,” he used to say. So, I endured it. I remembered every lesson. I never made the same mistake twice. The neighbors praised me for being such a “sensible child.” And sometimes—just sometimes—my parents would smile. But as I watch my sister now, dry-eyed and unbothered by my death, I finally understand. I was never their daughter. I was never anything. “Big Sis was so capable,” she sighs, voice laced with insincerity. “But she died in the fire.” Then, as if on cue, she forces out a few fake tears. I stare at her perfect, unmarked face. At those cold, soulless eyes. A surge of hatred curls in my gut. I want to reach out. I want to rip them out. ________ CHAPTER

    I remember now. I remember everything. I could have escaped that fire. The flames had been closing in, smoke thick in my lungs, but I had a way out. I was almost free. But then I heard my parents’ voices in my head. “Protect your sister, no matter what.” I turned back. I found her—Evelyn—trapped in the blaze, her terrified eyes locked onto mine. I grabbed her arm and dragged her toward the exit, toward safety. We were almost there. Almost free. And then— She ripped herself away. Before I could react, she shoved the door closed and locked it. I pounded against the wood, screaming her name. She didn’t look back. She left me there to die. My sister. The one I had protected since childhood. And now, as I watch her calmly discussing my death over dinner, I wonder— Had she ever loved me at all? Had they? “That dead girl,” my mother says dismissively, scooping soup into my sister’s bowl. “If she were still alive, she could’ve earned at least 3,000 dollars a month. We could’ve used that money to buy you nice clothes.” They weren’t mourning me. They weren’t even sad. I was nothing more than lost income. Something sharp twists inside me. I think back to all the ways they had stolen from me. All the things I had given up, convinced it was my duty as a daughter—as a sister. When I finished middle school, I begged to continue my education. But my parents refused. “You’re stupid anyway,” they said. “And you already repeated a year.” But that wasn’t my fault. They had made me repeat a year so I could stay in the same class as my sister. “She’s still young,” they told me. “We don’t want to leave her alone in elementary school. Stay with her. Protect her.” And like an idiot, I agreed. I let my parents rob me of my future. I let them take away my chance to learn, to grow—to be more than a shadow. We were struggling financially back then. I did everything—tutored my sister, cooked, cleaned, helped with the farmwork. And because of that, my grades slipped. I begged for tutoring. I wanted a chance to catch up. But my parents scoffed. “The school already teaches you everything. If you’re not learning there, why waste money on extra classes?” And yet, when she struggled, they didn’t hesitate. They spent money on her tutoring. Paid for her dance lessons. Sent her to piano classes. She became refined. I remained a simple country girl. But despite it all, I worked hard. I fought for my education. And finally—finally—I became the top student in my class. For once, I thought they’d be proud of me. I held up my award, heart pounding, waiting for their approval. Waiting for them to say, “Well done, sweetheart. We’re proud of you.” Instead, they turned to her. “Don’t worry, darling,” my mother soothed, stroking her hair. “Your sister is only good at studying. But you? You have talents—dance, piano. Your grades will catch up soon.” They dismissed my success like it was nothing. As if being smart—being capable—wasn’t enough. It was never enough. Because no matter what I did—I would never be their daughter. Not like her. __________ CHAPTER

    “It’s such a shame your sister died,” my father sighed, pouring himself another drink. “I had already arranged a good marriage for her. We could’ve started preparing for the wedding next month.” “What a waste,” my mother agreed, stirring her soup. “I’ll ask around about a ghost marriage. Maybe we can still make some money off her.” A ghost marriage. They were planning to sell my dead body off to a stranger. Even in death, they still saw me as nothing more than a transaction. The realization settled over me like a thick layer of ice. I was never their daughter. I was currency. And now that I was gone, they were desperate to squeeze every last bit of value out of my corpse. Tomorrow was Evelyn’s birthday party. She slept soundly, curled up in her bed, looking peaceful, unbothered—alive. I sat on the edge of her bed, staring at her. I was no longer human. I didn’t know why I hadn’t disappeared. Maybe it was unfinished business, or maybe it was pure, unfiltered hatred that tethered me here. I wasn’t sure yet. But I had time to figure it out. If nothing else, I could learn how to make her suffer. I reached out, trailing cold fingers over her cheek. She shivered in her sleep. A notification lit up her phone on the bedside table. I glanced at the screen. 【Give money!】 The message was from an unknown number. I frowned. Who was Evelyn supposed to give money to? Was she in debt? Or was she paying someone off? My mind spun with possibilities, but before I could process them, my mother entered the room. She pulled the blanket up over Evelyn’s shoulders, tucking her in with careful hands. A soft, loving gesture. The kind I had never received. I remembered all those nights I slept on the cold, hard sofa, my body trembling from the chill. No one had ever come to cover me with a blanket. I watched her move, hovering near the ceiling, unseen. “Is the air conditioner too low?” she mumbled, rubbing her arms. I smirked. No, Mother. That’s just me. The next morning, I witnessed something I hadn’t seen in years. A real home-cooked breakfast. The table was filled with steaming dishes—both Asian and Western. My mother bustled around the kitchen, her movements fluid, almost graceful. I never knew she could cook like this. When had she learned? Then, it hit me. She had to. Because after I was gone—after I was sent away to work—there was no one left to cook for Evelyn. She must have struggled at first, forcing herself to get better, to take care of her precious youngest daughter. The daughter that mattered. I watched as Evelyn stretched, rubbing sleep from her eyes before skipping over to the kitchen. “Mom, your cooking is delicious!” she beamed. “I love eating the food you make!” My mother smiled warmly, reaching up to smooth her hair. The scene before me was perfect. A cozy home. A warm meal. A loving family. Anyone would envy this life. And for a fleeting moment, I wondered— Was it my fault? Had I been too cold, too quiet, too difficult to love? Had I pushed them away? Had I done something wrong? I thought back to the younger version of myself, desperate for affection. I remembered standing in this very kitchen, eager to help, eager to please. I remembered the way my mother had shoved me aside, irritated. “Don’t bother me! You annoy me just by being here!” That was when I learned the truth. I was only welcome if I was doing something for Evelyn. That was the only way to earn their approval. And even then, it was never enough. I wanted to leave this suffocating house. To get as far away as possible. But whenever I moved more than ten meters from Evelyn— I was pulled right back. Like a leash. Like a curse. Like I still belonged to her. __________ CHAPTER

    Evelyn’s birthday party was lively. My parents had gone all out, renting a banquet hall to celebrate. The room glittered with chandeliers, laughter filled the air, and the guests—most of them wealthy and influential—sipped on expensive champagne, smiling as they mingled. I floated through the crowd, unnoticed. Unseen. But I wasn’t surprised. I had spent my entire life like this. From the corner of the room, a familiar face caught my eye. Caleb Martins. He was here. Evelyn’s former classmate. One of the only people who had ever shown me kindness. I remembered the last time he attended one of her birthdays—last year. “Sis, I want a seafood feast for my birthday.” I had spent hours preparing a lavish spread for her, making sure every dish was perfect. But when we went grocery shopping, she wrinkled her nose. “The market’s selection is disgusting. Go to the supermarket instead.” And I had listened. I always listened. Because my father had said, “You’ve been working for years. Can’t you spend a little money to make your sister happy?” That year, I had paid for every single expense. But Evelyn never even acknowledged my efforts. It was Caleb who had noticed. When she cut the cake, she handed him the second slice. But instead of keeping it, he had placed it in my hands. “This should go to the one who worked so hard to make tonight special. Let’s thank her together.” He had been the only person who ever truly saw me. When I was rushing around, drowning in tasks, he had helped. And later, we had exchanged numbers, keeping in touch through quiet messages. But then Evelyn had smashed my phone. “Sis, don’t be ridiculous and try to pursue Caleb!” I never had. But she had already decided I wasn’t worthy of even speaking to someone like him. “You? A middle school dropout talking to someone from a prestigious university? Have some self-awareness!” After she told our parents, they hadn’t hesitated to take her side. “If you want to get married, we’ll find you a rich man. You’ll be set for life.” A week later, my mother dragged me to a blind date. The man was older than my father. I had fled the city after that. I never thought that the next time I returned… I would be nothing but a charred corpse. The shrill ring of a phone cut through the party’s music. “Hello, your daughter’s body—” My father hung up immediately. “What a terrible omen! Today is Evelyn’s birthday, and you’re talking about my daughter’s corpse? Are you cursing her?” The phone rang again. I wanted him to answer. To acknowledge me. But he silenced it once more. My death meant less than a murderer’s birthday. In his eyes, I was already gone. Irrelevant. I hovered near my mother, listening as she sighed. “I feel a chill, dear.” “You must not be wearing enough layers.” She had no idea I was standing inches away, watching her. The phone rang again. This time, she hesitated before picking up. “If you don’t come handle your daughter’s body in River Creek Village, we’ll dispose of it ourselves,” the voice on the other end warned. My mother’s response was instant, her voice detached. “Handle it yourselves. I’m busy.” Then she turned, beaming at Evelyn. I wanted to scream. To grab the phone and beg the person on the other end to bury me. I didn’t want to be cremated. I had already burned once. I didn’t want to go through that agony again. But when I reached for the phone— My hands passed right through it. I was nothing. And yet, they were smiling, laughing, moving on as if I had never existed. “Mom, Dad, this is my boyfriend, Caleb Martins!” I turned sharply. Evelyn clung to his arm, her eyes sparkling with feigned innocence. Caleb? Her boyfriend? A strange feeling twisted inside me. I didn’t know what it was— Only that something inside me cracked. I looked down at my hands. They were fading. Then re-forming. What was happening to me? I lifted my gaze, watching my parents glow with pride. The same parents who once shamed me for even talking to him. “You? A toad trying to eat swan meat?” But now that Evelyn was with him, they adored the match. “They’re perfect for each other,” my mother gushed. “A match made in heaven.” And then— Caleb looked around, frowning slightly. “But where’s Evelyn’s sister?” For the first time that night— Someone remembered me. _________ CHAPTER

    Since my phone had been broken, I had lost contact with Caleb. I never expected him to still remember me. Every year on Evelyn’s birthday, I had been there—either cooking, serving tea, or making sure everything was perfect. I had been so consumed with her celebrations that I had forgotten my own birthday. The only time I had ever celebrated it was when my grandmother was alive. She had cooked me a simple bowl of longevity noodles. That was it. And now, even in death, I was here again. Watching. “Big Sis died in the fire, and it’s so tragic that she’s no longer with us. But today is Evelyn’s birthday, so let’s not dwell on sad things.” Evelyn’s mother had tears in her eyes. Evelyn, ever the doting daughter, handed her a handkerchief, her expression sorrowful. I stared at them in disbelief. I had never seen that woman cry. She was always smiling, always cheerful. So why hadn’t she shed a single tear when I actually died? Not even a pretense of mourning. “Sis always attended my birthday parties, but this year… something unexpected happened.” The mother-daughter duo exchanged sorrowful glances, taking turns dabbing at their tears. It was picture-perfect grief. A textbook display of the deep mother-daughter bond they shared. I had never experienced it. Maybe I had been too dull. Maybe I had never learned how to please my parents like Evelyn did. Maybe that’s why they never loved me. Maybe it was because I didn’t know how to cry. Because if I had, maybe they would have paid attention to me. “The fire was too big,” my father sighed heavily. “We could only save Evelyn. Every night at midnight, I wake up, haunted by the image of Big Sis begging us for help. I’m sorry, Big Sis.” I drifted toward him, my cold, dead gaze locking onto his face. He was the one who slept the most soundly in that house. The one whose lies were always so smooth. If he had truly loved his beloved daughter, maybe he would have been heartbroken to know she was a murderer. But he didn’t care. He just didn’t want people whispering about it. Caleb wore a forced smile as he listened, pretending to be saddened by my death while also comforting my so-called grieving family. I clenched my fists, but my fingers simply passed through my dress like mist. A waiter rolled out a towering three-tiered cake, and the mood instantly shifted. Evelyn was radiant, standing in the center of her admirers. Beautiful. Elegant. Graceful. She basked in their praise like it was oxygen, her lips curling in satisfaction. I had seen this scene too many times before. From childhood to adulthood, she had always craved admiration. Always loved being flattered. I had learned early on that if I wanted to avoid a beating, all I had to do was praise her in front of my parents. They would get so distracted with their perfect daughter that they’d forget about me completely. Evelyn took the first slice of cake and held out the second piece to Caleb. But before he could take it, he turned to her with an unreadable expression. “This one should go to your sister.” The room stilled for a fraction of a second. Evelyn’s hand tightened around the cake server. Her perfect smile wavered. Then, in an instant, it was gone. “I’ll give you this first slice instead,” she said sweetly, pressing the fork into his hands. She had always liked being first. And now, she had decided he belonged to her, too. As guests enjoyed their cake, her friends continued to fawn over her. “Evelyn, if it weren’t for you, I’d never have gotten to eat at such an expensive restaurant.” “Evelyn, your family is so rich. Your parents and sister spoil you so much! This birthday party is amazing! And your boyfriend is so handsome!” Evelyn smiled, her tone light. “Yes, my sister was always good to me. Whatever I wanted, she gave it to me.” But her eyes gleamed with something else. Mockery. Yes. Whatever you wanted, I gave it to you. You even took my life. The room’s atmosphere shattered when the doors swung open. A police officer strode inside, his uniform crisp, his badge gleaming. “Evelyn Brooks,” he announced, his voice steady, “you are under investigation for murder. Please come with us.” The party froze.

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  • After the Stand – in Identity Was Exposed, He Went Crazy for Me

    The Man I Had a Crush On Went Blind I pretended to be his fiancée and took care of him for a year. When the real one came back, I was kicked out of the villa. I went abroad to work alone. Little did I know, he was desperately searching for me back home. “Lucas, it’s time for your medicine!” I lowered my voice as I walked into the bedroom carrying a glass of water. The man sitting on the edge of the bed turned his head. The sunset fell on his handsome face, gilding it with a golden edge. However, his eyes were unfocused. “Why are you only coming now? You’re half an hour late.” Lucas complained, but smiled gently in my direction. “The company had some urgent business.” I mimicked Emma’s tone and placed the glass in his hand. Lucas was my husband, and I was playing the role of his childhood sweetheart. A year ago, Lucas was in a car accident that left him temporarily blind, with an unknown recovery time. His fiancée Emma was proud and arrogant, naturally unwilling to marry a blind man, and had fled abroad to hide. My brother had a heart attack and urgently needed surgery, with the huge medical bills weighing on me. It just so happened that the Smith family was secretly looking for someone, needing a voice actor similar in all aspects to play Emma. And I was the best candidate. I had studied vocal music and had excellent grades. We quickly reached an agreement. “Honey, what’s for dinner tonight?” Lucas smiled as he played with my fingers. He worked from home every day and only relaxed when I got off work. “The housekeeper made your favorite dishes. I’ll bring them up in a bit.” “Okay.” Lucas caressed my neck and kissed me. I blushed, unable to push him away, and instead had my wrists pinned down by him. My heart raced, even though I had experienced this many times before. But every time I would get nervous, afraid of accidentally revealing myself. Lucas’s hand stroked my waist and landed on my stomach, looking puzzled: “It’s been so long, how come there’s still no movement?” “Uh… these things depend on fate, and I’ve been quite tired from work lately. I probably need to take better care of my body first.” I lied, since he couldn’t see my micro-expressions anyway. Our relationship was just an agreement, and I always took my pills on time. “Looks like I need to try harder!” Lucas laughed and bit my ear. Seeing that he wanted to continue, I immediately pushed him away: “I-I’ll go check if dinner is ready.” I heard his light laughter behind me. I leaned against the hallway wall, my face flushed and my heart pounding. The thought that his gentleness and everything was meant for his fiancée suddenly felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured over me. This man was gentle and wise, with excellent manners. It was hard not to fall for him. Moreover, I had liked him for a very long time.

    Downstairs, Lucas’s mother Vivian was waiting for me at the dining table. “Perfect timing. I have good news for you. “Emma has been found, and Dr. Lee also said that Lucas’s eyes are showing signs of recovery. You’ll be able to step down soon.” Vivian smiled, obviously genuinely happy. I forced a smile: “Congratulations. It’s finally over.” Vivian noticed the kiss marks on my neck and immediately frowned. “Aria, don’t you dare get any ideas. If you slip up or have any ulterior motives in these final days, you won’t get a penny of your brother’s follow-up treatment fees.” “I understand, Mrs. Smith!” I nodded coldly, ignoring her obvious disdain. In private, Vivian wouldn’t let me call her mom. Because deep down, she always saw me as a poor knockoff, and it was my good fortune to be touched by her son. In her mind, only someone from a noble family like Emma was truly worthy of Lucas. If it weren’t for not wanting to lose face on the engagement day, she wouldn’t have let a poor girl like me set foot in the Smith family at all. On the engagement day, she made me cover my face with a veil and just go through the motions. … After dinner, I brought a glass of milk to Lucas. Walking into the bedroom, he was on the phone with his assistant, listening to a report on the company’s situation. I sat nearby, my heart pounding, repeating the script I had prepared in my head. Lucas hung up the phone and reached out to hold my hand. “Let’s go out and play tomorrow, it’s the weekend.” “But… I need to visit my family tomorrow.” He hooked his fingers with mine and smiled: “Then I’ll wait for you.” I looked at him wistfully. The agreement would end tomorrow, and tonight would be our last night together. “Lucas, drink your milk and get some rest.” I placed the glass in his hand. Lucas finished drinking, with milk residue on the corner of his mouth. I raised my hand to wipe it off. My fingertips brushed across the corner of his lips. Lucas felt a tingle in his heart and kissed me accurately. “My wife is so passionate tonight?” “Lucas…” Take care of yourself!

    Early the next morning, when I went downstairs, the servants had already packed my things. Vivian stood there, staring at me with a harsh look, full of disgust. “Here’s your money. The password is your birthday.” I took it expressionlessly and walked towards the entrance. Suddenly, footsteps sounded on the stairs. Lucas had woken up at some point. “Honey, when will you be back?” My throat tightened: “Later.” “Then I’ll wait for you!” Looking at his handsome face, I steeled my heart and turned to leave. I dragged my luggage to my previous cheap rental apartment, finally feeling relieved. Even though it was very run-down here, at least I didn’t have to watch other people’s faces anymore. After my brother’s surgery, I took him abroad. This was part of the agreement. When Emma came back, I was to disappear from their sight. Before going abroad, I saw Lucas’s appearance after regaining his sight in the news. He appeared radiant at a charity gala, with the elegant and proud Emma standing beside him. They truly were a perfect match. I couldn’t help but think back to the New Year’s party in high school, where they stood gracefully on the main stage. I was a year below them, but I had known about Lucas for a long time. The hot topic among girls was always about handsome and excellent boys. I fell for him just because of a small incident. There were always beggars near the school, and everyone would walk away in fear and disgust. Only Lucas wouldn’t. He would always politely buy them breakfast. At that time, my family hadn’t fallen on hard times yet, and I could often secretly watch him at school. Later, my father lost all our family assets through gambling and jumped to his death. I was forced to transfer schools, working part-time while studying.

    Life abroad wasn’t easy. Unfamiliar with the place and having to take care of William who was still recovering. It took half a year before I gradually got used to this foreign land. I worked as a vocal teacher at a small institute and played the piano at a French restaurant when I had time. Most of the money given by the Smith family was spent on medical care. There would be many expenses in the future, so I had to work harder. To my surprise, I ran into Lucas at the restaurant. With his restored vision, he looked even more handsome than on the news. He was discussing business with someone and didn’t look at me once. It was normal for Lucas not to recognize me, as he had never seen me before. But I was unsettled, and my piano playing was a mess. The restaurant manager glanced at me with a warning look. I took a break and went to the restroom to calm down. As I came out, I bumped into someone. I knocked the person’s phone to the ground and hurriedly went to pick it up. “I’m so sorry!” Looking up, I found Lucas staring intently at me. I tried to remain calm, saw that the phone was intact, and quickly returned it to him. Our fingertips touched for a few seconds, and I quickly withdrew as if electrocuted. “Please check if your phone is okay. If it is, I’ll be on my way.” “…” He didn’t say anything. I felt uneasy under his gaze, smiled politely, and turned to leave. A hesitant and probing voice came from behind. “Honey?” I paused, pretending to be surprised as I turned back. “What did you say?” “…” He fell silent, his gaze very disappointed.

    Sitting back at the piano, my mind was in chaos. Why did Lucas call me that just now? Was he deliberately testing me? I continued playing, for the first time hoping time would pass quickly. The gaze from not far away falling on me made me feel uneasy. After the last piece ended, I let out a sigh. As I was about to leave, Lucas walked over to me. “You played well.” He smiled slightly and took out some tips to give me. I looked at the bills, not wanting to accept them. But the manager not far away was winking at me, afraid I would offend him. “Thank you.” I stiffly accepted. But he didn’t let go, and I looked at him in confusion. Suddenly, his hand reached out and gripped my fingers. I was startled and instinctively wanted to pull back, but he held on tighter. His long fingers swept across the back of my hand, as if searching for something. Abruptly, his fingertips paused. His gaze locked onto me, and the corners of his mouth curved up. “It really is you!” “…” I lowered my eyes guiltily and pushed him away forcefully. “You’ve got the wrong person, sir.” “Is that so? Then why are you so nervous?” He stared at me intently, excited yet annoyed. I looked at the floor helplessly, fortunately his business partner came over to find him, seeming to have an urgent matter. Taking advantage of their conversation, I quickly slipped away. “Wait!” Lucas called out urgently, only managing to grab a bit of my clothes. I was familiar with this place and nimbly escaped through the back door. Seeing that he didn’t chase after me, I finally let out a sigh of relief. I was very afraid that Lucas would come to settle accounts with me. If he knew that all his gentleness during that time was directed at a strange woman, what would he think? Feel hurt, disgusted? I clenched my fingers, my chest feeling stuffy.

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