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I was the woman everyone in New York envied, but my husband, Derek, only had eyes for his first love, Vanessa. The day Vanessa returned to the country, he handed me a divorce agreement, demanding I leave with absolutely nothing. He threatened to bankrupt my entire family if I dared to utter a single word about it. I signed the papers, then turned around and launched a live stream called “My Ex-Husband’s Secret Auction.” 【First item: His and his first love’s ‘pure friendship’ — the uncensored video.】 It was snapped up at a high price by a rival company. 【Second item: Evidence of his bribery of officials and market manipulation.】 Now under continuous investigation by FBI agents. 【Third item: The true identity of his illegitimate brother…】 The live stream audience soared past 100 million, and Derek Corp.’s stock plummeted. Derek and his family rushed to my apartment, falling to their knees, begging me to stop the broadcast. I smiled brightly into the camera: “Ladies and gentlemen, the grand finale is here:” “Derek isn’t Arthur Derek’s biological son – the DNA test results, starting bid, the entire Derek Group!”

Today marked our third wedding anniversary. I had personally prepared a slow-cooked gourmet meal, his favorite, simmering for a full six hours. On the dining table, red wine, candlelight, roses – everything was perfect. Except for his prolonged absence. At ten o’clock that night, a pop-up on my phone announced entertainment news. #Award-winning Actress Vanessa Returns Home, picked up by mysterious luxury car at the airport# In the photo, that limited-edition Aston Martin’s license plate was Derek’s birthday. My heart, at that moment, died. At half past eleven, the lock clicked. Derek was back. He carried an unfamiliar perfume scent, nothing I ever wore. It was Vanessa’s favorite ‘Desert Rose’ perfume. He didn’t even glance at the meticulously set dining table, instead, he strode over and slapped a document onto my face. The cold paper sliced across my cheek, a sharp, searing pain. “Stella, we’re getting a divorce.” I stared at him, at this man I had loved for three years, my throat tight. “Why?” He tugged at his tie, his eyes filled with annoyance and impatience. “Vanessa’s back.” His tone was flat, as if stating the most normal thing in the world. I took a deep breath, gesturing to the elaborate spread on the table. “Derek, we’ve been married for three years. What did these three years even mean to you?” He finally chuckled, a laugh dripping with mockery and disdain. “Stella, don’t sicken me.” “You were nothing more than an accessory my grandfather forced on me back then.” “Now, I don’t need this accessory anymore.” An accessory. So, all my efforts these past three years, all my gentle consideration, in his eyes, had just been a decoration. I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms. “What if I don’t agree?” He stepped closer, leaning in, his voice dropping, laced with bone-chilling coldness. “Stella, I advise you to be smart about this.” “You won’t take anything with you, you’ll walk away with absolutely nothing.” “Dare to utter a single word outside, and your parents’ company will vanish from New York tomorrow.” I looked at his face so close to mine, those thin lips I had kissed countless times. Now, they were spitting out the most venomous threats. The last flicker of warmth in my heart extinguished. I picked up the pen from the table, flipped to the last page of the agreement, and calmly signed “Stella.” Not a single tremor. He seemed pleased with my compliance, grabbed the agreement, and turned to leave. He didn’t even spare me another glance. The moment the door closed, I stood up. I dumped the cold, untouched meal, along with that ridiculous pretense of deep affection, into the trash. Then, I dialed a number. “Leo, the plan can begin.” Half an hour later, my study was brightly lit. I applied my most exquisite makeup, my red lips like blood. I opened the camera and started a live stream. The title of the live stream read just one line: “My Ex-Husband’s Secret Auction.” 2 The moment the live stream began, there were only a few hundred viewers online. The chat scrolled sparsely, filled with mockery and doubt. “Who is this? Desperate for fame?” “Ex-husband? New tactic to piggyback on Mr. Derek’s popularity?” “She looks decent, but her brain doesn’t seem to be working right.” I ignored the malicious conjectures. Facing the camera, I offered a perfectly poised, gentle smile – the kind fitting for the former Mrs. Derek. “Hello everyone, and welcome to my ex-husband’s secret auction.” “I am Stella, Mr. Derek’s legal ex-wife. The divorce papers were just signed, the ink barely dry.” With that one sentence, the live stream instantly fell silent. Then, the chat exploded, scrolling like mad. “WTF? Ex-wife? Mr. Derek got divorced?” “Seriously? Wasn’t today their wedding anniversary?” I adjusted my posture, maintaining my smile. “To celebrate my new beginning, and to thank my ex-husband for his three years of ‘care,’ I’ve decided to host this auction.” “Now, let’s introduce our first item.” I projected my phone screen onto the camera. “Proof of Mr. Derek’s pure friendship with Ms. Vanessa.” “Starting bid, one million.” Saying this, I played a ten-second video. The scene was a presidential suite in a five-star hotel. Derek and Vanessa, disheveled, entwined on the sofa, their gasps and moans unmistakably intimate. Though heavily pixelated, their faces were crystal clear. The live stream erupted. Online viewers surged from hundreds to hundreds of thousands, then millions, still climbing frantically. #DerekCheatsOnStellaWithVanessa# trended at lightning speed, rocketing to the top of the trending topics. A user with the ID “Mason” began flooding the live stream with gifts. Rockets, carnivals – one after another, the screen was consumed by special effects. Mason, Derek’s arch-rival, heir to Mason Corp. He typed directly into the comment section: “Ten million, send me the video.” My smile deepened. “Deal.” “Mr. Mason, thank you for your generosity.” “The video has been sent to your DMs. Enjoy your evening.” No sooner had I spoken than Mason Corp.’s official social media updated. A high-definition screenshot from the video, taken from a cunning angle. It perfectly captured the moment Derek pinned Vanessa beneath him. The caption read: “Mr. Derek, quite the stamina. @DerekCorp” The next second, my phone buzzed frantically. Calls from Derek and Vanessa came flooding in. I glanced at them, muted my phone, and hung up on all of them. Facing the camera, I held up my phone, showing the screen full of missed calls. “It seems my ex-husband is quite anxious.” A text message popped up, from Derek. His tone was furious, almost bursting through the screen. “Stella, you’re insane! Stop this immediately!” I chuckled softly, displaying this text message to the millions watching my live stream. “Insane?” “No.” “I’m perfectly sane.” 3 Derek Corp.’s PR team was quick to react. In less than ten minutes, the trending topic was removed. In its place were new hashtags: #VideoIsAISynthesis#, #StellaMaliciouslySpreadingRumors#. Countless trolls flooded my live stream, spewing the most vile insults. “Bitch, if you can’t have him, you’ll ruin him?” “Looks photoshopped, what can’t AI do these days?” “So desperate for money, disgusting!” Vanessa’s fans were especially aggressive, nearly massacring my live stream. I looked at the offensive comments, not angry, but amused. “It seems Mr. Derek doesn’t find this level of excitement enough.” “Then, let’s proceed to the second item for auction.” I displayed a list of documents on screen. “Some of Derek Corp.’s recent commercial secrets.” “Including, but not limited to, transfer records of a thirty-million bribe to Deputy Chief Miller from Northside District.” “An on-site recording of bid-rigging for the Southside land development project.” “And a complete set of evidence for malicious manipulation of Zephyr Tech’s stock price in the secondary market.” “Bundled for auction, starting bid, fifty million.” The moment I spoke, the entire live stream fell into a ten-second silence. If the first item was merely a scandalous affair. Then this second item was criminal evidence that could send the entire Derek family to prison. The online viewership instantly surpassed fifty million. The chat was no longer insults but a screen full of shock and question marks. “????? I didn’t mishear, did I?” “Is this woman crazy, or does she really have something?” “If it’s true, the Derek family is doomed!” I didn’t give them much time to react, immediately playing a recording. It was the voice of Arthur Derek, chairman of Derek Corp. “Mr. Miller, don’t worry about that land. You’ll get your share once it’s done.” “Thirty million, deposit it into your son’s overseas account first.” The voice in the recording was crystal clear, and it was indeed the highly-regarded Deputy Chief Miller, known for his integrity. The live stream went completely wild. Just then, a user with the ID “BladeRunner” entered the live stream. They didn’t send any gifts, just typed a single line on the public chat. “Following up.” I understood immediately. This was the FBI, or someone from a related department. They were watching. I looked into the camera, a knowing smile playing on my lips. “Since a mysterious netizen is so interested in this item.” “Then I’ve decided, this item, I won’t sell it.” “I’ll give it for free, to the person who needs it most.” Under the gaze of billions of viewers, I opened the official whistleblowing website. Clicked on “Real-name Report.” Then, I compiled all the recordings, documents, and transfer records I possessed. Bundled them into an encrypted file, and clicked “Upload.” The progress bar jumped from 1% to 100%. “Upload successful.” After doing all this, I finally picked up my phone, which was ringing again, almost exploding. It was Derek. I pressed answer and put it on speaker. On the other end, his voice was distorted with panic, almost screaming. “Stella! What exactly are you trying to do!” “You’re destroying the Derek family!” Into the phone, and to the millions of viewers watching the live stream, I whispered: “Don’t rush, Mr. Derek.” “This is just the beginning.”

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It had been three years since Everet and I broke up, and then I received his wedding invitation. I went, sitting at the head table. My friends at the table just laughed, their words laced with mockery. “If you hadn’t been the one to break it off back then, you’d be the one in the wedding dress today.” I just smiled, saying nothing. Chloe, Everet’s new bride, deliberately walked over to me, raising her glass. “Thank you for stepping aside and giving me such a wonderful man.” I drained the wine glass in one gulp, revealing the hideous scar that marred the side of my face. “I wish you both happiness!” My love for Everet had been completely consumed by that fire years ago. Everet’s gaze drifted over me, subtle yet persistent. The tension in the room was palpable, and sensing it, others quickly tried to lighten the mood. “Chloe doesn’t seem to be in the best spirits today!” Everet chuckled, drawing Chloe closer into his embrace, his eyes dropping to her belly with a tenderness that stung. “My apologies, my wife is pregnant. Please forgive us.” A wave of gasps and congratulations rippled through the guests. I sat motionless in my chair, my hand instinctively caressing my own stomach. There had once been a life there, too. Chloe, nestled in Everet’s arms, looked at me, her smile laced with a venomous triumph. “Oh, I’m so sorry, Everet’s just *so* invested in this baby.” “The day we found out our good news, he already had names picked out for our child.” My friends at the table turned envious eyes towards her. “Wow, that’s just too sweet! What names did he choose? We want to hear if he put some real thought into them.” Chloe beamed, happily sharing with everyone. “If it’s a boy, he’ll be Arthur. If it’s a girl, Daphne.” The wine glass in my hand froze. My heart lurched. Those were the names Everet and I had picked out together. He had spent a whole week poring over baby name books, even asking everyone for suggestions. But those carefully chosen names never found a home, because my baby was gone. While I was lost in thought, Everet had already taken Chloe’s hand and moved on to the next table. My friends, seeing my despondent look, mistook it for sadness. One of them patted my hand. “Don’t be upset. You pushed him away yourself. You have no one to blame but yourself for not cherishing what you had.” My phone rang, a perfectly timed escape. I excused myself to take the call, heading for the restroom. To them, it must have looked like I was running away. The moment I stepped out, a large hand clamped around my wrist, pulling me into a small, private room nearby. A familiar scent hit me, and my body recognized him even before my eyes could register his face. “You came back for me?” Everet’s arrogant words grated on my ears, and all I felt was a bitter amusement. “You invited me, so I came, of course.” I pulled his invitation from my bag, opened it, and held my name up to his face. A flicker of surprise crossed Everet’s face as he saw his own invitation. He slowly released his grip on my shoulder, his gaze falling on the scar etched across my cheek. “Have you been well these past few years?” I nodded. “Of course.” At my firm affirmation, a shadow of disappointment passed over Everet’s eyes. “I thought you…” I knew the unspoken words. “I did die once.” The old Cassidy had burned away in that asylum fire. Sensing my cold demeanor, a hint of guilt flickered in Everet’s eyes. “I went back for you that year…” I cut him off before he could finish. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” “Everet, it doesn’t matter.” Everet opened his mouth, wanting to explain, to plead his case. I pointed to his suit, a well-meaning reminder. “Don’t forget, you’re the groom today.” “Isn’t this exactly what you fought so hard for back then?” Everet clenched his fists, rendered speechless. The silence that fell between us was unnerving. “Husband?” Chloe’s voice echoed down the hall, shattering the fragile silence.

Everet pulled my wrist, practically shoving me behind the door. He then opened the door and stepped out. Chloe looked at him, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as she peered towards the room. Everet moved, blocking her view. “I had a bit too much to drink just now. I came in here to clear my head.” “Let’s go back. We shouldn’t keep the guests waiting.” Chloe still looked a little suspicious, but she said nothing, letting Everet put his arm around her as they walked back. Hidden behind the door, I heard everything. A bitter laugh escaped me. At that moment, I was just like Chloe, hiding behind a door once upon a time. I stepped out, not heading towards the banquet hall, but towards the exit. As I turned, I bumped right into someone. “Can’t you watch where you’re going, young lady?” The familiar voice made my apology catch in my throat, unable to go down or come up. I looked up, and a familiar face stared back at me. It was my mom, Eleanor. Years had passed, but she looked almost exactly the same. My breath hitched. She recognized me too. But there was no joy in her eyes, only pure disgust. “Who gave you permission to show up here?” Though I was used to it, my heart still gave an uncontrollable shudder. “Mom.” That word hadn’t left my lips in three years. Saying it again felt foreign. “Don’t call me that! I don’t have a repulsive daughter like you!” She cut me off, her face a mask of irritation, as if being associated with me was an insult. “Now get out of here before I have someone escort you off the premises.” After her warning, she muttered “disgraceful” and walked away. Watching her retreating back, I whispered softly: You must be so disappointed I’m not dead, right? The cold draft in the hallway bit at my face, a sharp sting. I shivered, wrapping my arms around myself, and left the venue. Back in my small apartment, I was alone. The full-length mirror reflected my face, and that jagged scar. That day in the fire, my own mother had locked the only exit from the outside. I was trapped under a fallen beam, unable to move. It had left a terrifying scar across my back as well. Actually, my mother and I had a very good relationship at first. She was a renowned photographer, and she hoped I would follow in her footsteps. I lived up to her expectations, achieving some success in the photography world. Until Chloe appeared. She was cornered in an alley by loan sharks. Pitying her, I paid off all her debts, even sponsored her education and covered all her expenses. When I noticed her interest in photography, I even introduced her to Mom, who, exceptionally, took her on as an apprentice. My own photography career was thriving. And Everet, my boyfriend of many years, proposed to me. For a time, I was at the peak of my life. Everyone said I had it all – a successful career and a loving relationship. Even I thought my life was perfect. But things slowly began to spiral out of my control. Mom and Everet started mentioning Chloe more and more. Everet would pick me up from work, but always took a detour to get Chloe first. When we ordered food, he knew all of Chloe’s likes and dislikes, her allergies and preferences, without even asking. It wasn’t until he took Chloe on a trip that even *I*, in my blind stupidity, started to realize something was off. When I confronted him, he just laughed, calling me paranoid. “Don’t be silly, you treat Chloe like a sister, so naturally, I do too.” But the strange feeling in my gut never faded. Sensing my doubt, Everet’s kiss landed on my lips. “Cassidy, let’s have a baby.”

Just that one sentence, and I believed him. I convinced myself that all of Everet’s actions were just normal behavior for someone treating a younger sister. Then, on my birthday, I suddenly started hemorrhaging in the middle of the night and was rushed to the hospital. I clung to life for an entire night, barely making it. But my baby was gone. When I opened my eyes, Everet wasn’t there. Instead, his and Chloe’s voices drifted from the bathroom. “Everet, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it.” “I didn’t know pregnant women shouldn’t have turtle soup. I just wanted to make Cassidy stronger, I didn’t mean to…” Chloe’s self-reproaching words were cut short by Everet. He comforted Chloe softly, his voice impossibly gentle. “It’s not your fault, she brought it on herself.” “She drank the turtle soup, not you. You had nothing to do with it.” Then, the sounds of heavy breathing, unmistakably male and female, drifted from the bathroom. The sounds stabbed deeply into my eardrums. I lay in the hospital bed, tears streaming from my eyes. Suddenly, I felt like laughing. That soup? Everet had brought it to me earlier that day. I’d seen the broken shells in it and asked him, confused, “Everet, what is this?” Seeing my hesitation, his tone had hardened. “It’s soup I bought just for you. Don’t be silly, drink all of it.” Turns out those broken shells were from a turtle. He knew it was turtle soup. Why didn’t he tell me? Perhaps he didn’t want that child either. My phone rang in the silent room, pulling me from my thoughts. Snapping out of my memories, I saw a work assignment for an on-site photoshoot tomorrow. I typed back “Okay.” The next day, I arrived at the outdoor photoshoot location with my department’s crew. To my surprise, the person in charge of the partner studio was Chloe. “I can’t believe *you* actually got into photography.” “Well, I guess with how you look now, you wouldn’t make it on a runway anyway.” Without Everet by her side, Chloe dropped her facade, revealing her true self. Her eyes were filled with undisguised hostility. I focused on my work, having no desire to engage with her. Chloe, unbothered by my indifference, watched me with even greater smugness. “Look at these models, their skin is so smooth, it’s just enviable.” “Cassidy, you lost three years ago, and you’re going to lose again today.” The next second, Chloe screamed, and a sharp tug sent me plummeting into the icy river. Everet, arriving late, saw both Chloe and me struggling in the water. Without a moment’s hesitation, he dove in. To my shock, he went for *me* first, even though I was further away. Seeing this, Chloe’s face twisted in fury. Everet held me, his voice soft as he comforted me. I just found it amusing. Three years ago, during the fire, Everet had stepped right over my trapped body, pinned beneath a fallen beam, to save Chloe. He hadn’t even spared me a glance. The cold river water engulfed my mouth and nose, my throat, and vocal cords constricting. The pressure of the water crushed my chest, a dull ache spreading through me. Darkness enveloped me, and I passed out. When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital bed. My mother, Eleanor, walked in and immediately slapped me across the face. Pointing her finger, she unleashed a torrent of abuse. “You wretched girl! You’ve ruined Chloe’s baby!” “Chloe’s still in surgery fighting for her life! How could you ever take responsibility for this?” Mom’s hateful words blurred, taking me back three years. Three years ago, when I discovered Chloe’s award-winning photographs were actually stolen from me, I publicly challenged her right there at the awards ceremony. I demanded that my own submissions be displayed. But when my intimate photos were projected onto the huge screen, a bucket of ice water couldn’t have shocked me more.

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My once-downtrodden bodyguard was getting married. But the whole city wasn’t focused on his wedding; they were buzzing about me, his notoriously arrogant ex-employer. Ten years ago, I paid a million dollars to rescue him from his creditors who were on the verge of killing him. I kept him by my side, ordering him around as I pleased. Everyone pitied Liam, saying he’d be stuck with a she-devil like me for life. But a year ago, I suddenly set him free, telling him to go as far away as possible and never look back. A year later, he reappeared as a newly minted billionaire investor, his arm linked with the beautiful childhood friend he always spoke of. The media swarmed him with questions: “Mr. Liam, what price did you pay to escape the clutches of that she-devil?” Liam paused, then smiled. “Perhaps she had a change of heart. I don’t really remember.” The crowd buzzed with speculation, and one brave reporter dared to approach me for an interview. I painstakingly applied enough makeup to look presentable. I raised my phone, connected with the reporter, and feigned nonchalance: “Congratulations on your marriage, Liam. Glad to finally get rid of a good-for-nothing like you.” “I sent you fifty thousand as a wedding gift. Consider it payment for your ten years of youth.” Liam’s face instantly darkened. “I don’t need it. Don’t insult me with your dirty money!” The call abruptly ended. I let out a bitter laugh and shook my head. What Liam didn’t know was that his “dirty money” was my last inheritance.

The last expression Liam left me with was one of intense disgust. I should have been used to his attitude toward me by now. But seeing it again, a bitter ache still twisted in my heart. His bride was truly beautiful, just as gorgeous as he’d always raved about. No wonder he’d kept her in his heart for so many years. Five years ago, he accompanied me to my twentieth birthday party. He suddenly half-knelt, begging me for half a day off. “Scarlett, I just need half a day off. Melody collapsed while working her stall outside, and I have to go take care of her!” In an instant, all the guests stared at us, their gazes filled with curiosity. My face burned crimson, all the way to my earlobes. Liam, too, was sweating nervously. Everyone knew that Scarlett, the eldest daughter of the Campbell family, was moody and unpredictable, yet she inexplicably cared most about her poor bodyguard. And to hear another woman’s name from his lips, especially in front of everyone? My anger surged to my head. I raised my hand and slapped him, hard. Liam turned his face, and I scoffed coldly: “You want to protect her, but have you ever considered that your duty is to protect *me*?” “What kind of life do I live? If anything happened to me, could you afford the consequences?” At my words, the usually stoic man’s eyes reddened. His chest heaved, but in the end, He gritted his teeth, nodded, and apologized. “I’m sorry, Scarlett. I didn’t think it through.” That very night, I arranged for Melody’s stall to be destroyed and bribed the neighboring vendors, making it impossible for her to earn a living there. The next day, Liam’s low-hanging bangs couldn’t hide his bloodshot eyes. I think that’s when he started to hate me. The more he cared about others, the more my heart ached with jealousy. Three years ago, I accidentally noticed that despite the exorbitant salary I paid him, He still wore worn-out, holey shirts, living frugally as always. When I asked him why, he just looked down and said it was to build a future for someone important to him. I secretly rejoiced, and when I told my friends, they all insisted that the person in Liam’s heart must be me. “He’s been by your side for so many years! He must know he’s not good enough for you, so he’s saving up to marry you later!” My heart swelled with joy, and I rushed home, eager to confess my feelings to Liam. But instead, I saw massive bank transfer receipts scattered in his room. Each note read: “To my dearest Melody.” That’s when I finally understood. Liam’s heart. It had never paused for me, not even for a second. And the one he wished to marry would never be me. Later, I gave him his freedom, and he was so overjoyed he didn’t even say goodbye. The next day, he picked up his meager bag and walked out of the Campbell estate’s gates. He never looked back. In his room, he left behind everything I had given him over the past ten years. Even the good-luck charm I’d spent a month embroidering for him was tossed into a corner. Less than a year after we parted, he completely shed the humble, obedient facade he wore around me. He became a ruthless and skilled businessman. He even donated a hundred million dollars to medical charity to bless his fiancée. I turned off the TV, shaking my head with a wry smile. Scarlett, isn’t this what you wanted? Why wallow in self-pity? “Patient in Room 4, prepare for your medication!” The nurse’s shout pulled me back to reality, and I quickly responded. “Alright.” I painstakingly pulled the thick IV needle from my arm, watching the blood flow back into the tube. I was long past being surprised by it.

Watching the nurse hastily change my medication, the cold solution seeping into my veins felt like a piercing ache deep in my bones. The nurse advised me, “Your condition has worsened recently. You really should call your family to come look after you.” I was silent for a moment, then shook my head. “I can manage on my own.” The nurse noticed my forced bravery, and a flicker of pity crossed her eyes. “The hospital recently received a grant specifically for high-risk patients. I’ve applied for you, and someone will come to process the paperwork shortly.” Seeing the nurse’s kindness and concern, a warmth spread through my heart. It had been so long since anyone cared for me like this. If I were still the arrogant, overbearing Scarlett of the past, Such charity would have been a profound insult. That Scarlett had everything she wanted and never put anyone in her eyes. But now, times had changed. Every unknown tomorrow was a luxury I couldn’t afford… I thanked her, my lips pale. Suddenly, a commotion erupted outside the door, as if many people were exclaiming in surprise. The nurse looked up at the commotion, her expression growing excited. “The donor is here! They said they want to check on the patients.” I was confused. “What donor?” The nurse’s expression turned to one of awe. “Haven’t you seen the news? It’s Mr. Liam, the incredibly devoted fiancé! He donated a hundred million dollars to our hospital for his fiancée!” Her words hit me like a bolt from the blue. Liam was the one who donated to me? He would soon discover me in this pathetic, half-dead state, lying here in such a mess? Almost instinctively, I struggled, trying to hide. The nurse quickly grabbed me. “Ma’am, you’re still on IV! You can’t move around like that! You’ll start bleeding!” I didn’t care about bleeding; my mind was consumed by the single thought of hiding! The woman who had been arrogant and overbearing in front of that man for ten years was now a pathetic wreck. I could almost imagine the triumphant look on Liam’s face. He would be so happy that I was finally getting my just deserts. The next second, a tall man, surrounded by a group of bodyguards, stepped into the ward. “Mr. Liam, please take your time.” “Okay.” Just one word, and my heart lurched. My entire body froze, as if nailed in place. I stiffly raised my head and met a pair of trembling eyes. I heard his voice, filled with disbelief: “What are you doing here?” I remained silent, quietly retreating to my bed. After Liam saw the name Scarlett Campbell on the bed, A trace of mockery instantly flashed in his eyes. “A year apart, and you’ve found a new trick? Is playing games fun?” My heart trembled, and my eyes welled up, almost imperceptibly. The nurse, bewildered, looked at Liam. “Mr. Liam, what do you mean? Ms. Campbell has genuinely been ill and receiving treatment here…” Liam scoffed, cutting her off, his voice full of coldness. “Alright, how much did she pay you to play along? I don’t have time for your games.” He stared at me, as if I were a pathetic joke. “You can act however you want in front of me, but if you cause trouble for Melody, I will retaliate.” I looked at the conviction on his face, silently mocking myself. I knew this was how it would be. So why, when he first appeared, did I still hold onto such unrealistic hope? When I was still the imperious Ms. Campbell, I always enjoyed playing pranks on him. I’d pretend my leg was injured, pouting for him to carry me to the car. Or I’d fake period cramps, whining for him to rub my stomach. Each time, he would sigh in resignation, patiently doing as I asked. His eyelashes would curl, and the sunlight would fall on his brows; I would stare in a daze. Those were my happiest times. But now that I think about it, he was probably filled with nothing but disgust. He just couldn’t say anything, forced by my overwhelming power, cursing me silently in his head. After crying wolf so many times, he naturally wouldn’t believe me anymore. It’s fine. Maybe I don’t need him to. I forced a smile, still trying to be tough: “Why are you so conceited? Even if I were acting, it would never be for you.” The next second, Liam’s eyes widened, his breathing becoming ragged. He scoffed mockingly. “I should have known you, you manipulative, vicious woman, never tell the truth!” “You love to act, don’t you? I’ll play along to your heart’s content!” He turned to the nurse, sneering: “Unplug all her machines, don’t waste any medicine on her, get rid of her bed, and kick her out immediately!” The nurse looked stunned and quickly explained: “Mr. Liam, Ms. Campbell is truly ill… If we kick her out, she could die…” Liam narrowed his eyes, full of suspicion. “How much did she pay you to protect her like this?” He waved his hand, and a bodyguard respectfully pulled out several thick wads of cash. Then he flung them at me, the red bills scattering across the floor. “Is this enough money for you to turn on her?”

The nurse was too terrified to breathe. I reassured her and told her to step outside. I turned back to the furious man before me. His clothes were perfectly coordinated, his hair meticulously styled. Even his leather shoes were the finest handcrafted alligator leather from Italy. He looked utterly different from the disheveled man who had been by my side. It seemed that woman had taken very good care of him. I felt a quiet sense of relief, but my words remained sharp. “So what if you have a few dirty bucks? Who do you think would want your money?” Liam’s breathing became ragged again, as expected. A flicker of something—was it disappointment?—passed through his eyes, almost imperceptibly. I didn’t dwell on it, just bent down with difficulty to pick up the scattered bills. “Even if I don’t want your money, who would turn down free cash?” My last money, meant for my funeral, I gave to him as a wedding gift. I desperately needed money to save my life. If this hospital wouldn’t take me, there were others… I gritted my teeth, clutching handfuls of cash, when a gleaming leather shoe suddenly crushed down on my hand. “How dare you, Scarlett? What right do you have to speak to me like that?” In an instant, I was drenched in cold sweat from the pain. A searing ache, like my bones were shattering, blurred my vision. I instantly lost all strength and collapsed to the floor. Before completely losing consciousness, I actually saw a look of panic in Liam’s eyes. How could he possibly be worried about me? I gave a self-mocking laugh, then heard the urgent shout of the attending physician. “Quick, get her on a ventilator! Now! The patient’s brain oxygen levels are critically low; don’t exacerbate her condition!” I felt my body grow so light, as if I were floating. Flashes of fragmented memories with Liam flickered before my eyes. Ten years ago, a fifteen-year-old Liam and I met at an underground fight club. I was only there out of curiosity, but my gaze was drawn to the boy in the corner, his head bleeding profusely. He was covered in bruises, his face battered. Even so, his eyes held a tenacious spirit. When he met my gaze, there was no fear in his eyes. He simply looked at me and said, “Miss, do you want to choose me?” At the underground fight club, if a customer picked a fighter, and they won, they would receive a huge prize. Here, life and death held no meaning, only the brutal fight for money. I looked at the fighters clashing in the ring in the distance, unable to imagine what fate awaited this frail boy. A flicker of compassion stirred in my heart; I didn’t want him to be hurt. So I mustered my courage and extended my hand to him: “Do you want money? Then come protect me. I’ll pay you, and you won’t get hurt anymore.” The boy’s originally murky, lifeless eyes slowly brightened. “What… what do you mean?” “I mean… I’ll hire you as my bodyguard, to stay by my side always.” I turned to my Dad, begging him to let me buy Liam. But the fight club owner refused. In his eyes, Every fighter was a cash cow; as long as customers placed bets, it was an endless stream of money. Why would he let him go so easily? But I didn’t care. I threw a tantrum, stomping my feet until Dad agreed to pay his ransom of a million dollars to buy him out. After that, Liam became like my constant shadow. Wherever I went, I brought him along. If someone bullied me, he would instantly shield me. If I clashed with others, he would fight relentlessly to win. With my knight by my side, I couldn’t control the flutter in my heart. I once saw him carefully keep the good-luck charm I’d embroidered for him. I also saw him tend to the gardenia bush I’d abandoned until it bloomed. I thought it was a secret shared love, a mutual crush. But it wasn’t until I heard another girl’s name from his lips That it hit me like a bolt from the blue, and I couldn’t accept it. Perhaps that’s when Liam and I began to drift further and further apart. As my consciousness drifted, I seemed to hear that voice that filled me with disgust. “Scarlett! Scarlett! Wake up, please!”

I struggled to open my eyes, unable to stop myself from coughing. What met my gaze, besides the stark white walls, was an anxious face. It was Melody! Seeing her, I instinctively recoiled. Melody’s expression looked hurt, and her eyelashes lowered. “Scarlett, no matter how much you hate me, you should at least drink this medicine, right?” “I know you’re upset with me, but I just want you to get better. If only you get better…” Before she could finish, she covered her face and began to cry. The next second, a man rushed to my side with hurried footsteps. Liam’s angry eyes blazed, and he picked up the bowl of medicine, splashing it all over my head. “Scarlett, is this how you treat your savior? When you fainted just now, it was Melody who selflessly saved you!” A chilling cold swept through my body, but the cold inside was far worse. How much did Liam love her to defend her so fiercely, without even knowing the truth? I turned my head, without a word, without a fuss, and Liam froze. Before, if he had dared to treat me like this, I would have caused an uproar. I would have punished him severely. In his world, I was the sky, the boss who could never be defied. But now, I was like a defeated dog, stripped of my former pride. Melody quickly pulled Liam back, gently admonishing him: “Liam, Scarlett is still sick, don’t treat her like that.” Liam’s eyes instantly softened with affection, and he squeezed her hand back. “Melody, you’re too kind. You don’t owe her anything after how she treated you!” The three of us fell into an awkward silence. Back then, Melody had cried, saying she was leaving. Liam had knelt outside my bedroom door for a day and a night. Begging me to let him go see Melody off just once. “Scarlett, I’m begging you. Melody is like a little sister I’ve known since childhood; I wouldn’t be alive if she hadn’t brought me food. Just let me see her off, just this once!” I hardened my heart, sleeping soundly in my lavish bed, refusing to open the door or agree. The next morning, I opened my door to see a haggard Liam, his face covered in stubble. The light in his eyes was completely gone. He stayed by my side like a hollow shell. Later, when I finally let him go, he didn’t hesitate to go abroad to find Melody. Now, next to Melody, his eyes shone with happiness. I looked at Liam coldly, speaking clearly and forcefully: “I don’t need anyone’s help. If you want to put on a show of compassion, you’ve come to the wrong person!” Liam bent down and gripped my chin tightly. “I think you’re not sick at all! You’re just faking it for sympathy! The test results will be out soon, let’s see how long you can keep up this act!” I gave a bitter laugh. Even if I were dying right in front of him, he still wouldn’t believe I was sick. “Sick or not, I don’t need your pity or charity. Let me go!” I tried to shake off his hand, struggling to stand up and leave. But before I could take a step, I fell heavily to the ground again. Liam watched my struggle, arms crossed, his face full of mockery. The next second, his assistant rushed in, pushing the door open, and reported in a low voice. “Mr. Liam, Ms. Campbell’s test results are in.” Liam leaned forward expectantly. “What’s the result?” The assistant’s face flushed with concern, and he stammered: “Brain cancer. Stage three, advanced.”

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A woman accused me of being a mistress, tore my clothes, pinned me to the ground, and slapped me across the face. In a panic, I grabbed an elegant socialite nearby and pleaded for help: “Call the police! I don’t even know her husband!” But to my shock, the woman slapped me too: “Chloe, you hooked up with your best friend’s boyfriend seven years ago, and now you’re a mistress again? Can’t you ever change your ways?” That’s when I realized the elegant woman was my mother, Victoria, with whom I hadn’t spoken in seven years. Mom continued to scold me: “Apologize now! Swear you’ll never be a mistress again! Then I’ll let you be the Sterling heiress again!” I looked up at her undisguised disgust and disappointment, but I insisted: “I didn’t do anything wrong.” Not seven years ago, and certainly not today. As for being the Sterling heiress, I stopped caring about that a long time ago… My defiance earned me another slap. This one hit harder, far more brutal than the other woman’s. My ears rang, and my mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. Yet, I clearly heard Mom’s voice, laced with ice: “Are you saying it’s glorious to be a mistress by not apologizing? How could I have given birth to such a shameless daughter? “If I’d known I’d run into you today, I wouldn’t have left the house. What bad luck!” My ex-best friend, Seraphina Hayes, who had been watching the drama unfold, promptly came forward, supporting Mom and gently patting her chest to help her calm down: “Foster Mom, maybe Chloe had no choice but to do this scandalous business… Don’t get so worked up, it’s not worth getting sick over!” She then turned to the cheated wife, Brenda, and apologized: “Ma’am, please don’t worry. With my foster mom and me here, she’ll never bother your husband again. Pick any bag you like in this store; I’ll buy it as an apology on her behalf…” I cut her off coldly: “I’m not a mistress, and I don’t need your fake apologies!” Seraphina’s eyes instantly welled up, tears threatening to spill: “Chloe, you don’t still believe that in love, the one who isn’t loved is the real ‘other woman,’ do you? “If I’d known you were so obsessed, I should’ve just let you have Marcus back then, no matter how much it hurt…” She shouldn’t have brought up the past. The moment she did, Mom exploded like dynamite, her voice sharp and piercing: “Are all the men in the world dead? You just have to go after a married man?” In just a few words, the two of them exposed my shameful past to everyone. “So she’s a repeat offender! Seven years ago, she was already a mistress, backstabbing her best friend. How despicable!” “Even her own mother can’t stand it! How does she have the nerve to live to this day?” “If you ask me, everyone should post this repeat offender online! Who knows how many other families she’s broken up!” When they want to blame you, any excuse will do. With my own mother as a witness, the accusation of me being a mistress was sealed. Everyone pulled out their phones, snapping photos of my exposed body and my face. Some people, who had already recorded videos of me being beaten, were preparing to upload the content online. Seraphina suddenly knelt on the ground, crying, begging everyone to stop filming. “Please, give my best friend another chance! My foster mom and I will definitely take her home and educate her properly, ensuring she won’t make the same mistake again! “With the internet as it is, if she’s exposed like this, she’ll be shamed for life…” Brenda immediately flared up again: “If she knew what it meant to be shamed, she wouldn’t have tried to seduce my husband! “You two aren’t in this together, are you? Both of you dressed so provocatively, maybe you all have to sell yourselves to shop here!” Mom and Seraphina were implicated, and their eyes burned with a hatred that wished to tear me to shreds. Finally, Mom couldn’t take it anymore. She turned and handed Brenda a business card and a credit card: “Please delete any photos and videos that show my face or Seraphina’s! “As for her, we’ll see how she behaves later…” Brenda was initially disdainful, but upon seeing “Victoria Sterling, CEO of Sterling Enterprises” emblazoned on the business card, her expression immediately changed. “Oh, it’s the renowned entrepreneur, Ms. Sterling!” “It seems this whole thing might be a misunderstanding, I…” Brenda couldn’t afford to offend Sterling Enterprises, and she couldn’t fathom why Victoria Sterling’s own daughter would become a mistress. Her eyes full of confusion, she tried to help me up. But Mom stopped her.

Brenda was dumbfounded: “Ms. Sterling, wasn’t that whole act just to get me to forgive her? I trust that with your strict discipline, she definitely won’t make the same mistake again…” Mom, however, snorted coldly. Just like seven years ago, she condemned me without hearing my side: “The first time she tried to steal another woman’s man, I kicked her out of the house. I thought that after all these years of hardship, she might realize her mistakes. Unfortunately…” The onlookers and Brenda instantly understood. To curry favor with Mom, Brenda returned the card and even proactively handed her phone to Mom for inspection. “Ms. Sterling, please have a look.” Mom tapped to play the video of me being beaten before Brenda arrived. A flicker of heartache actually welled up in her eyes. I shook my head, quickly shaking off that hallucination. Sure enough, the next second she looked down at me, commanding again: “This is the last time I’m cleaning up your mess. As long as you apologize to this woman and swear you’ll never do this again, these photos and videos won’t ever be leaked online!” Mom’s influence and power could indeed prevent the photos and videos from being published online. But there were countless onlookers, inside and out. How could she silence the wagging tongues of the crowd? From the moment she publicly shamed me, I was a mistress everyone cursed. Even though I knew she wouldn’t believe me, I stubbornly said, word for word: “I am not a mistress, and I will not apologize to anyone!” The next second, she handed the phone back to Brenda: “Since she’s so stubborn, you don’t need to be polite. She’s yours to deal with.” Brenda asked Mom, somewhat uncertainly: “Should I post all the videos?” “Post them! She needs to pay for her actions!” Brenda did as she was told. In just a moment, someone online had already dug up my information. Mom shoved the hateful messages in my face: “Chloe, do you admit your mistake now?” “I didn’t do anything wrong!” Seeing my unwavering denial, Mom trembled with rage, clutching her chest, her face utterly pale. Seraphina skillfully took some medicine from her bag and gave it to her. Then she motioned to the bodyguards nearby: “You two take Foster Mom home first. I’ll stay here and handle Chloe.” Mom left without a backward glance. Seraphina then started a SnapChat group with the onlookers, handing out a generous cash gift to everyone as an apology: “Today’s incident, please forgive us for the spectacle! I beg you all to be kind with your words and please, give my best friend a chance to change!” The crowd took the money, praising Seraphina for her kindness and beauty, and reminding her that even kindness has its limits, especially with someone like me—she should be extra cautious. After the crowd dispersed, I wrapped myself tightly in the jacket Mom had left behind, getting up and stumbling away. Seraphina grabbed me firmly: “Chloe, come home with me. You don’t know how much Foster Mom has worried about you day and night all these years…” I wrenched myself free, scoffing: “Seraphina, no one’s around. You can drop the act now.”

Ten years ago, Seraphina’s mom and my dad both passed away from illness, and we bonded over our shared grief, becoming best friends. My mom, feeling sorry for her, doted on her like her own daughter. The two families grew close, and over time, my mom actually fell in love with Seraphina’s father, Richard Hayes. But Richard couldn’t let go of his deceased wife and always kept my mom at a distance despite her overtures. Unable to get what she wanted, my mom poured more of her energy into Seraphina, almost to the point of granting her every wish. And I, because I tried to tell her that you can’t force love, gradually grew estranged from her. Even Seraphina’s attempts to mediate couldn’t reconcile our mother-daughter relationship. It was during that period that I met my first love, Marcus Reed. Not wanting my mom to know about the relationship, I only confided my secret romance to Seraphina. I treated her as my best sister, sharing the sweetness of falling in love, sharing every little gift Marcus gave me. But I never imagined that while she wished me well to my face, she would turn around and seduce Marcus. On Marcus’s birthday, I secretly prepared a surprise for him. Pushing open his apartment door, I saw two bodies entwined on the sofa. Seraphina frantically pulled her clothes to cover herself, while Marcus, the man who constantly claimed to love me, averted his gaze: “Chloe, let me explain…” I didn’t cry or make a scene; I just quietly questioned Seraphina: “You already have all of my mother’s love, and my friendship. Why do you need to steal my boyfriend too?” She cried, begging for my forgiveness, but then leaned closer and whispered: “Who told your mom to keep chasing my dad?” In that moment, I swore I would get my mom back from her. I ran all the way home, wanting to tell Mom that Seraphina wasn’t a good person, that she was the kind of ‘other woman’ Mom despised. But I never imagined that Seraphina and Marcus would accuse me first. Seraphina sobbed heartbrokenly in my mom’s arms: “Mom, I know Chloe always disliked me getting so much of your attention, but how could she… how could she steal my boyfriend?” I argued reasonably, but my mom didn’t believe me. Only because she was madly in love with Richard Hayes. Seraphina was the most important link in maintaining her relationship with Richard. My words were light as a feather compared to Seraphina’s tears. Without asking any questions, she forced me to apologize to Seraphina. “Chloe, apologize to Seraphina! Swear you’ll never bother Marcus again!” I looked at her protecting Seraphina, at Seraphina’s defiant gaze from behind my mom, and my youthful defiance overpowered all my hurt. “I didn’t do anything wrong! She’s the one who stole my boyfriend!” “Incorrigible! Get out! Don’t come back until you realize your mistake, or don’t ever return to this house!”

I slammed the door and left, relying on odd jobs and student loans to not only complete my studies but also earn an outstanding graduation certificate. At that time, my mom, who had grown closer to Richard Hayes, was in a great mood and proactively welcomed me home. She even held a celebration dinner for me. Marcus was there too, as Seraphina’s fiancé. After years of not seeing me, he surprisingly grew greedy for me again. While I went to the backyard to sober up, he followed me, hugging me from behind: “Chloe, I still can’t forget you. Seraphina doesn’t even compare to you… Let’s get back together…” I was utterly disgusted. I struggled violently and slapped him across the face. The commotion drew everyone’s attention. Marcus immediately changed his demeanor, pointing at the slap mark on his face, feigning deep sorrow: “Ms. Sterling, Chloe tried to seduce me again, and when I refused, she hit me…” I trembled with rage, pointing at Marcus’s nose: “You’re lying! You tried to force yourself on me!” I then looked at Seraphina: “Control your trash!” Seraphina knew Marcus’s true colors, but she still chose to smear my name. Mom was utterly disappointed, and for the first time, she hit me: “Chloe, do you have to steal everything Seraphina likes?” “Get out! I never want to see you again! I don’t have a daughter like you!” In that moment, my heart turned to ash. I didn’t argue another word, turning and leaving. After severing ties, I lived a simple and ordinary life on my own. But fate didn’t easily let me off the hook. A routine physical exam revealed I had hereditary liver cancer. My dad had also died from liver cancer. To raise the exorbitant surgery fees, I worked several jobs after my main shift. I came to this luxury store today because I took a delivery order, to deliver a pre-ordered bag to a client’s loved one. But I never imagined I’d suffer this undeserved misfortune. My phone rang, interrupting my thoughts. When I answered, an impatient male voice came through: “Why aren’t you here yet?” “I’ll be right there.” I hung up, and when I looked up, I met Seraphina’s excited gaze. “I knew it! You’ve lived a life of luxury for so long, there’s no way you could survive on your own! So you really did become a shameless mistress, huh?”

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On the day I was supposed to marry Serena Sterling, her adopted brother threatened to jump from a building, claiming he’d take his own life. Serena, still in her wedding gown, abandoned me at the altar, rushing to his side. Faced with the mocking stares of a ballroom full of guests, I made a public marriage proposal, “Whoever walks up here right now, I’ll marry them!” Three years later, Serena returned to the Sterling family, her adopted brother Blake by her side. I was sitting comfortably on a leather armchair, holding our child, sipping coffee, and watching the news. Serena stared at the baby in my arms, her teeth gritted. “Who is this bastard child?” I took a slow sip of my coffee, a cool smile playing on my lips. “Why, he’s the Sterling family’s rightful heir, of course.” Blake Sterling stared at me, his face a mask of shock. “Alex, even if Serena ditched you at the altar back then, she still let you keep the title of husband, allowing you to enjoy wealth in the Sterling family. How can you be so shameless, bringing an illegitimate child into this house?” My gaze swept over him. “Blake, you’re an adopted member of the Sterling family, yet you openly pursue your own sister. If we’re talking about shamelessness, who could possibly outdo you two?” Blake immediately whined, looking at Serena. “Serena, we’ve been careful to keep a low profile these past three years. But he has a child that’s already this old! This is a clear betrayal of you!” At the word “betrayal,” Serena furiously raised her hand and slapped me across the face. “You scum! You bring a bastard into this house and then dare to slander Blake and me? Get out of the Sterling family!” A sharp sting. I was stunned for a second. Three years ago, Serena left with Blake, abandoning me alone at the wedding to face everyone’s ridicule. In a fit of rage, I publicly announced I’d marry anyone who stepped forward. It was Victoria, Serena’s aunt, who walked onto the stage and completed the ceremony with me. Victoria was a powerhouse in the business world. Since marrying her, everyone treated me with profound respect. After we adopted the baby, Victoria treated him as her own, prioritizing us both above all else. Today, Serena dared to lay a hand on me. If Victoria found out, she would never let it go easily. To prevent things from getting worse, and for the baby’s sake. I said coldly, “If you two leave now, I can pretend none of this happened.” But they didn’t appreciate it at all. Instead, Blake grabbed my collar. “Serena, he’s just feeling guilty! He wants to kick us out so he can use this child to seize control of the Sterling family’s assets.” Serena spat, “Shameless! So this was your plan. I’ll never let you get away with it.” I pulled free from Blake’s grip, my face cold. “The moment you two abandoned the wedding, Grandpa Sterling disowned you from the family. The Sterling family has nothing to do with you anymore.” Blake scoffed lightly. “That was just Grandpa Sterling’s anger talking. Serena is the Sterling family’s only granddaughter; there’s no way he’d actually disown her.” Serena’s face also lit up with smugness. “Grandpa Sterling always said everything in the Sterling family would eventually be mine.” I shielded the baby, my voice cold. “But from now on, it won’t be. The child beside me also carries Sterling blood.” I thought my words were clear enough. But Serena glared at me, her eyes furious. “You bitch! So you are trying to pass off this bastard as a Sterling heir! Today, I’m going to make you regret this!” Another, harder slap landed on my face. Shielding the baby, I stumbled and fell to the floor. Looking at their twisted, menacing faces, hearing the baby’s cries, my heart filled with terror. Fearing they would harm the baby, I quickly cried out, “This child isn’t a bastard, he’s—”

But before I could finish, Serena leaned down and shoved the spilled coffee and broken pieces from the floor into my mouth. “Blake and I worked tirelessly for three years, while you’ve been living in luxury here with a bastard child!” “I’ll make you drink it all!” Choking, I couldn’t make a sound. The shards cut my mouth, filling it with blood. I tried to raise a hand to resist, but Blake stomped on my hand with his dress shoe. Pain shot through my hand, but I couldn’t scream. After forcing all the debris into my mouth, Serena spat, then finally stood up. Blake’s shoe tip moved towards the child I was shielding. Terror gripped me. I desperately clutched his ankle. Victoria couldn’t have children of her own. This child was the orphan of one of her old friends. We adopted him out of compassion, cherishing him ever since. Blake’s face was full of mockery. “Alex, you look like a pathetic stray dog protecting its pup, so miserable.” Serena frowned, staring at the baby. “If word gets out that I was betrayed, how can I ever show my face in this circle again? Blake, teach him a lesson!” I shook my head frantically, spitting out the filth and blood in my mouth. I managed to gasp, “This child… he’s Victoria’s…” Serena paused, then burst into laughter. “Alex, you can’t even make up a convincing lie! Everyone in town knows Victoria isn’t interested in men and decided years ago she wasn’t having kids.” “Now I’m the only direct bloodline left in the Sterling family. Otherwise, why would Grandpa Sterling have been so desperate for me to marry and carry on the family name?” Blake chimed in, “Serena is the only heir. Grandpa Sterling even froze her credit cards just to force her back.” “Your lie is laughable. You’re still trying to drag Victoria into your ridiculous stories even after being exposed.” Serena and Blake had run off three years ago, vanishing without a trace. Grandpa Sterling was truly disappointed in her, which was why he froze her cards and cut off all financial support, intending to completely disinherit her. But now, they were clearly beyond reason. To avoid provoking them further, I didn’t argue. I just repeated, “I’m not lying. This child really is Victoria’s.” “If you don’t believe me, I can call her right now.” I shielded the baby with one hand, reaching for my phone on the coffee table with the other. As long as I contacted Victoria, the baby and I would be saved. She would rush here immediately. But just as my fingers brushed the phone, Serena snatched it away and smashed it to the floor. The screen shattered, and my heart sank into a dark abyss. Serena grabbed my chin. “Victoria has an unpredictable temper, a veritable titan in the business world, feared by everyone.” “If she knew I couldn’t even handle this kind of ‘family scandal,’ she’d definitely think I’m incompetent. How would she ever entrust the family business to me in the future?” “Alex, you were trying to pull a fast one by calling her, weren’t you?” I shook my head frantically. “No, this child is—” Before I could finish, Blake kicked me in the stomach. “Serena, why waste words on this guy? Just get rid of this bastard and go explain things to Grandpa Sterling.” The blow to my abdomen, combined with the baby’s startled cries, filled me with an unprecedented terror. I pleaded, “Please, I beg you, spare the baby…” Blake pulled out his phone and pointed it at me. “Now, get on your knees, bark like a dog twice, and say you’re a pathetic excuse for a man. Then I’ll let the baby go.”

To protect the baby, I swallowed my pride, knelt, and did as he demanded. Blake bent down, looking triumphant. “Alex, when I begged you to give up the engagement all those years ago, did you ever imagine you’d see this day?” Back then, Blake had come to me, claiming he and Serena were deeply in love, asking me to voluntarily break off the engagement. The Sterling-Sterling alliance was an arrangement decided by our elders, involving significant business interests. If I were to back out, the blame would fall entirely on my family, and we’d face severe repercussions. So, I refused his request. I hadn’t expected him to hold a grudge until now. I had no mind for old grievances at the moment. I just begged, “Please, call an ambulance. The baby needs to be checked…” Serena kicked me in the back. “Alex, you’re truly despicable! You’ll do anything for this bastard!” I collapsed to the floor, my abdomen hitting the cold, hard surface, burning with pain. “You said… you’d let the baby go…” Blake’s tone was dismissive. “I said I’d let him go, but Serena didn’t, did she?” “You used this bastard, parading him around with the Sterling name. You think I’d let you off? No way!” Serena kicked my abdomen again. A fresh wave of agony swept over me, and I curled up on the ground. Feeling the baby’s cries growing weaker in my arms, I looked up in despair, my eyes burning with hatred. “Serena, Blake, you will regret this!” Blake stood beside Serena, his gaze sinister. “Serena, he still refuses to admit his mistake. Looks like he hasn’t been taught enough of a lesson!” Serena scoffed. “Oh, I’d like to see who regrets what!” “Blake, find some rope.” Blake understood immediately and quickly returned with a long rope. I dragged my body backward, my eyes wide with terror. “What are you trying to do?” Their excited faces were my only answer. They threw the baby onto the ground, tied my hands and feet with the rope, and then dragged me from the living room out the door, leaving a long trail mark on the floor. At the edge of the swimming pool, Serena kicked me into the water. My limbs were bound, I couldn’t move, and I sank in despair. The pool water covered my mouth and nose, and a sense of suffocation washed over me. Just as I thought I was about to die, Serena pulled the rope, dragging me out of the water. “Alex, do you admit your mistake? Do you dare to betray me again?” I gasped for air, but then I heard the baby’s cries, left in the room, growing fainter. Though I knew the baby’s chances of survival were slim, I wouldn’t give up the last shred of hope. I pleaded again, “I admit my mistake, I won’t ever dare again. Please, spare the baby.” “The baby needs medical attention, please, I beg you…” Serena spat, “You pathetic wretch, still thinking about that bastard! Looks like you have no remorse!” “Today, I will not let this bastard leave the Sterling family alive!” With that, she raised her foot again, intending to kick me back into the pool. I closed my eyes in despair, my heart filled with the fear of drowning. Just then, the front door of the Sterling family mansion burst open. Victoria rushed in, her face etched with anxiety, and shouted furiously, “Stop!”

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I got a second chance at life. This time, Grandpa wanted me to choose one of the Thompson sisters for a family alliance. No one expected me to pick Victoria, Chloe Thompson’s older sister. Everyone knew I’d been obsessed with Chloe since childhood. I’d gone to desperate lengths to make her my wife. I forced a bitter laugh, remembering the last life. On our wedding day, Chloe ran off with Leo, the young man our family had taken in. She declared she’d only marry him, abandoning me at the altar. I stood there in my long-awaited tuxedo, utterly humiliated. Only then did I realize her agreement to the engagement was just a twisted plan to get revenge on me at the wedding. After being reborn, I started avoiding her at all costs. Later, when I held her sister close, my lips swollen from kissing, Chloe–who’d always looked down on me–suddenly lost it. Once the wedding date was set, I started preparing everything needed for the ceremony. I never expected to run into Chloe and her friends at the mall. “He follows you everywhere, your man’s got you on a pretty tight leash, huh?” Her friend teased her with a playful grin, making Chloe frown. “He is not my man. Say that again, and I’ll stitch your mouth shut.” Chloe spotted me from afar and marched over, annoyance etched on her face. “Liam, seriously, what is your problem? Why are you following me everywhere?” “You forced our families to tie us down, and now everyone knows you’re marrying a Thompson. Are you happy now?” I stayed silent for a moment, my expression calm. “I’m not trying to tie you to me. You’re mistaken.” Her emotions flared, and she gripped my wrist tightly, a dull ache spreading through my hand. “Then why are you here? Isn’t it just to track me?” I pulled my hand away, instinctively rubbing my reddened wrist, and explained, “I’m here to pick up some things for the wedding. I didn’t expect to see you.” Her friends noticed the tension between us and immediately gathered around. “Wedding stuff? Chloe, you’re so lucky, your fiancé handles everything, you don’t have to lift a finger.” Chloe shot a fierce glare at her friend, ignoring the comment. “Liam, don’t think that just because our families are merging, you can get me this way.” “You’ll get my person, but never my heart. I despise manipulative, toxic men like you.” Her eyes were cold, her voice thick with suppressed anger. But I felt nothing. I just wanted to escape this drama. I looked up, meeting her gaze calmly. “Who said I want your heart? Don’t flatter yourself. And I’m not marrying you.” At my words, Chloe’s face instantly fell. “What are you even talking about? You used every trick in the book to force me to marry you before, and now that you’ve finally succeeded, you’re saying I’m not the one you’re marrying…” Her friend nudged her shoulder. “Chloe, can’t you see? He’s just playing hard to get, saying things to spite you.” “He’s personally out here picking out wedding decorations, and you’re still being sarcastic. Do you think Liam would be happy?” Chloe’s expression softened slightly. She stared at me, her face a mix of emotions, before finally managing a sentence. “I’ll be there for the wedding on time, but I stand by what I said: don’t think I’ll ever like you.” Suddenly, something dropped behind us. Chloe and I turned simultaneously, seeing Leo standing there, dressed in casual clothes, a look of shock on his face. He was the young man our family had taken in. He had poor health and was a frequent patient at the hospital. My mother pitied his difficult living situation and brought him to live with us. Now, he looked like a delicate young man, with clear eyes framed by fluttering eyelashes. Chloe immediately let go of me and darted over to him. “Leo, let me explain! It’s not what you think!” Leo turned and walked away, not giving her a chance to explain. The group dispersed, following Leo’s exit. As Chloe left, she spat a threat at me. “If Leo gets sick because of this, I swear I’ll make you pay.” I let out a self-deprecating laugh, wondering for a second if the Chloe I grew up with had been swapped out for someone else.

After that whole ordeal, I lost my interest in shopping and went home early. It wasn’t until evening that Chloe brought Leo back. She carried bags overflowing with items, and the driver following her carried several more boxes. The boxes contained expensive fruits and imported snacks. It was clear Chloe had bought a lot to appease Leo. They walked in just as I was lounging on the couch, watching TV. I deliberately didn’t look her way, but she approached me anyway. At first, she didn’t speak, just pursed her lips, seemingly waiting for my reaction. But I kept my eyes on the TV, not even sparing her a glance. “Liam, you clearly saw me bring in all these things. Why didn’t you help me?” I casually glanced at her. “Why should I help you? Those weren’t bought for me. What does it have to do with me?” Her face darkened. “If you want them, just say so. People will laugh at me if they know Chloe’s fiancé has to beg for these things.” Chloe wasn’t listening to what I’d said at the mall, and I was too tired to keep repeating myself. She’d understand that I wasn’t marrying her on the wedding day itself. Chloe picked up a punnet of blueberries and tossed it near me. With too much force, the box bounced on the couch before falling to the floor. “Here, a treat for you. Don’t say I mistreat you.” I looked down at the blueberries but felt no desire to pick them up. To do so would be like a pathetic dog begging for her crumbs of attention. I didn’t need that kind of charity. I curled my lips into a cold sneer. “You’re certainly making yourself at home here, aren’t you? Don’t you have any manners as a guest? Don’t shame the Thompson family’s reputation.” We had grown up together, always familiar with each other’s homes, but I had never spoken such humiliating words before. Chloe’s face flushed crimson, her eyes glaring at me as if they could kill. Mom and Dad weren’t back yet, and the housekeepers were busy with their own tasks. The living room was just me, Chloe, and Leo. Chloe acted as if I didn’t exist, pressing Leo against the wall and brushing a feather-light kiss on him. She murmured, “Leo, if anything ever upsets you, just tell me. Don’t let it ruin your health.” Leo’s clear voice reached my ears. “I know. I knew you were the best to me.” With Leo’s response, they continued their intimate display, lost in their own world, making me feel a flush of discomfort. I switched off the TV, walked around the couch, deliberately keeping my distance as I headed for the stairs, planning to go to my room. As I reached the middle of the staircase, Chloe’s eyes suddenly snapped open, startled, as if she’d just remembered someone else was there. She instinctively pushed Leo away. Leo didn’t notice her strange behavior, just reluctantly ended the kiss. Then Leo looked up at me, his eyes full of defiance and disdain, as if to challenge me. Back in my room, I received a message from Leo. [Liam, Chloe might be giving you a wedding, but the title of Chloe’s husband can only be mine.] [Liam, whatever fate you met in your last life, you’ll meet again in this one. You can’t beat me.]

My heart sank when I saw that message. So, I wasn’t the only one who’d been reborn. In my last life, after Chloe accepted the engagement, I thought my sincerity had finally moved her. After all, I’d chased her for over ten years; even a stone should have warmed up by then. But she’d only accepted the alliance to humiliate me terribly at the wedding. In front of all the guests, she clutched Leo’s hand tightly. She announced to everyone that she couldn’t marry me, that Leo was the only one she loved, and she would marry no one else. I was utterly humiliated, left alone in my tuxedo, lost in a storm of despair. Everyone around me knew how much I loved her, how I’d neglected my health, making myself so sick that I was close to death. All of it just to soften my parents’ hearts and secure an alliance with the Thompson family. I had debased myself, shamed myself and my parents, only to be met with Chloe’s revenge. She resented me for using my family’s power to force the engagement, tearing her and Leo apart. I also passed away from my illness, a pain I vowed never to experience a second time. So, after being reborn, I gave up on Chloe and chose her older sister, Victoria. But I never expected my engagement to Victoria to proceed so smoothly this time. There were no obstacles; I just had to wait for next month’s wedding to arrive. In my previous life, Victoria had worked overseas and remained single her whole life. Everyone assumed she had some hidden condition. Even Grandpa, hearing my decision to marry Victoria, had double-checked with me. Was I truly set on marrying Victoria? I nodded. Even if she did have a hidden condition, so what? If I had to choose between them, a respectful, peaceful life was far better than a life scarred by heartbreak. The next day, I went to the jewelry store to pick up Victoria’s and my wedding rings. But the staff told me Chloe had already taken them. This jewelry store was part of the Thompson Group, so if Chloe wanted them, the staff couldn’t stop her. Out of so many couple’s rings, she just had to take my wedding rings. A sudden fury surged through me. Those rings were my own design. Since childhood, I’d dreamed of wearing my own design with the person I loved on my wedding day. I used to think Chloe would be the one wearing the female ring. But now, with a different fiancée, I’d torn up the old design. The final version, the one that was made, was specifically designed for Victoria. And Chloe had just snatched it from me. Just as I was about to call Chloe to demand an explanation, I saw a new post on Leo’s Ins feed. [A one-of-a-kind ring, from my darling you.] The picture showed him and Chloe wearing my designed rings. The comments section was full of blessings for them. Unknowingly, my eyes welled up. Even if the alliance had caused Chloe distress, I had stopped in time, giving her freedom. Why did she have to keep chasing me to humiliate me, even letting Leo steal my wedding rings? I couldn’t wait another second. I didn’t want to bicker with Chloe over the phone. So, I hailed a cab and headed straight for Chloe’s office.

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My sister, Selene, and I fought for ten long years over Lucian, the Alpha heir of the Shadowhowl Pack. In my first life, I won. For seven brutal years, I gave him six sons. After I delivered the seventh, he pushed me off a cliff at my weakest moment. As I fell, his icy voice echoed. “Your only value was breeding strong heirs. Seven is enough. You can disappear now.” I died consumed by hatred. In my second life, I simply walked away. I thrust the engagement ring into Selene’s hands. “Go on, Selene. You’re the one Lucian truly wants.” Five years later, our mother’s loyal physician risked her life to bring back a bruised and battered Selene. Selene wailed, “Aria! Lucian never love me! He only used me as a sex toy! He beat me every single night.” Soon after, Selene died. Then I opened my eyes again, reborn. This was my third life. Lucian arrived once more, proposal in hand. Selene and I exchanged bewildered glances. That bastard Lucian, who does he actually want to marry? My mother, Evelyn, looked at the nameless engagement agreement, just as confused as we were. She asked, “Is Lucian marrying Aria?” Mom thought of me first because Lucian and I had been childhood sweethearts. Lucian hadn’t found his true mate yet. His father, Marcus, the Alpha of the Shadowhowl Pack, wanted him to marry into our family as soon as possible. I was still reeling when Lucian nodded, answering my mother. “Yes, I’m marrying Aria.” I quickly refused. “No, I’m not marrying him.” The nightmare of my first life was still searingly clear in my mind. For eight years, Lucian wove a fantasy for me, saying he loved children and wanted the pack to flourish. He allowed no recovery, no respite. Six pregnancies in seven years. The pack toasted my fertility, envying the “perfect love” between Lucian and me. Until the eight winter arrived. After giving birth to my seventh child, I suffered a severe hemorrhage because my body was too weak. As the healers fought to save me, Lucian waved them away. He leaned in close, forcing wolfsbane poison down my throat. “Aria, I don’t love you. This marriage was your doing, not mine. Now that seven children are enough. My breeding tool has served its purpose. Go die.” Rage simmered within me. I fought through the excruciating pain tearing through my insides, weeping and desperate for an answer. Lucian hesitated, then said, “Fine, I’ll tell you. The one I truly love is-” But I died before I could hear him finish. The agony of my first life made my whole body tremble, yet my mind was clearer than ever. I refused again. “Mom, I’m not marrying him.” Mom knew. She’d watched me trail after Lucian since we were kids. I’d waited an entire month, sick with dread, the first time he went on a rogue patrol. When he came back bleeding, I didn’t sleep for two weeks, tending to him. Mom stared at me, her confusion plain. “Aria, didn’t you used to say you absolutely had to marry Lucian?” I shook my head firmly. “That was a child’s vow, Mom. I didn’t know better then. I’ll find my real mate someday.” Mom’s face was etched with shock. She then turned to Lucian, apologizing. “Lucian, Aria is unwilling, and I can’t force her. How about Selene? She likes you too.” Selene, who had been silent until now, flinched and shook her head vigorously. “Mom, I’m not marrying him either.” Mom scolded her. “What’s wrong with you?” Selene glanced at me, stammering, “I… I’ll also marry my true mate someday. And he’ll be here to propose soon.”

Mom could only offer an awkward, apologetic laugh. “Lucian, I’m so sorry. I can’t force my daughters. Perhaps you should seek an alliance with another family.” Lucian, probably feeling his pride wounded, had kept a calm facade until now, but his expression finally tightened. He blurted out. “No! My father, Alpha Marcus, insisted I marry one of your daughters!” He then slammed the engagement agreement onto the table and turned to leave. As he walked away, he left us with a single chilling threat. “You have three days to decide. If you can’t make up your minds, I’ll just pick one of you myself!” After Lucian left, Mom, frantic, nudged us both. “If you two don’t want to marry Lucian, then hurry up and find your own mates!” Selene and I just stared at each other, utterly bewildered. For years, we’d been locked in a bitter struggle over Lucian, barely giving any other man a second glance. How were we supposed to know where our mates were? Mom noticed our unusual behavior, her brows furrowed. “Didn’t you two just say you’d already found your mates?” Seeing we couldn’t keep it a secret any longer, we finally told Mom everything about our rebirths. At first, Mom didn’t believe us, but as we recounted the details so vividly, she eventually accepted it. She concluded that the Moon Goddess must have given us a second chance, allowing us to be reborn. Then, Mom frowned. “So, who does Lucian actually love?” She asked.”If he already has someone in mind, why is he so determined to marry one of you?” I shook my head, feeling lost and guilty. “I died too quickly in my last life; I didn’t hear him finish.” I looked at Selene. She looked equally helpless. “I have no idea either. Lucian never spoke a word of it to me.” After hours of frantic brainstorming and chaotic discussions, we finally decided to split up and uncover the truth. Mom would help us search for our true mates. Selene would scout all the females in the pack, looking for anyone connected to Lucian. And I, knowing him best, would go to read his intentions directly. When I saw Lucian again, he was painting in his study. I saw a portrait of a woman, but it was only her back. Her face was missing. I leaned closer to ask. “Who is this woman you’re painting?” He calmly put down his brush. “Can’t you tell? Of course, I’m painting you.” A pang shot through my heart. I remembered how much Lucian loved to paint in my first life. He used to tell me he couldn’t capture my beauty on canvas because it was beyond any brushstroke, that I was too perfect in his heart. Now I know it was just another lie. I looked closely at the painting and noticed a small mole on the right side of the woman’s neck. I didn’t have one. I asked him directly, “Lucian, this isn’t me. I don’t have a mole on my right neck.” Lucian froze for a moment. When he recovered, he finally looked up at me, asking, “Aria, do you really want to know who she is?”

I took a deep breath, waiting for Lucian’s answer. But he just chuckled. “Silly girl, it really is you. That’s not a mole on her neck; it’s just a smudge of paint.” I was speechless for a moment. He continued, “We grew up together. I’ve always treated you better than any other girl.” His words made my heart soften slightly. He really had been good to me once. During the pack’s warrior training, he always personally taught me combat techniques. When I was sick, he would personally bring the medicine to my lips. And because I hated the bitter taste, he always had a candy ready for me afterward. Even in my first life, the wedding he gave me was legendary. The entire hall was a sea of ten thousand lilies, simply because my scent was lily. Such a kind person… I still don’t understand when he had changed. The sudden ache in my throat pulled me back to reality. I rubbed my nose, my voice muffled. “Lucian, if you truly wanted to marry me, why didn’t you write my name on the engagement agreement?” Lucian paused slightly, then continued. “Aria, everyone in the pack knows you and Selene have been fighting over me for years. I didn’t write your name to spare her feelings; she’s your sister, after all. I never thought you’d misunderstand me because of it and refuse out of spite.” The truth was, both Lucian and I knew Selene didn’t really care for Lucian. What she loved was the thrill of competing with me. When we were little, it was about toys, clothes, and our parents’ affection. As we grew up, she started going after anyone I showed interest in. My moment of distraction made Lucian think I was wavering. He didn’t miss a beat. “So, Aria, I’ve made up my mind. It’s always been you I wanted to marry. We’ll get officially engaged in three days. Once we’re married, I’ll make you your favorite cinnamon apple pie every day. How does that sound?” I looked at his sincere expression, fighting back tears, and choked out, “Okay, I’ll give you one more chance. But let’s skip the engagement ceremony. Selene would be heartbroken if she knew. Just come and marry me directly in three days.” Lucian let out a long sigh of relief, his face showing the expression of someone who had lost something precious and then found it again. Back home, Selene and Mom, Evelyn, were stunned when they heard the full story. Selene, uncharacteristically, didn’t argue with me. Instead, she slapped me. “Aria, snap out of it! You’re still going to marry a man like that? Haven’t you suffered enough in your first life?!” For the first time, I didn’t get angry with Selene. Instead, I calmly ran my hand over the wedding dress. “Marrying him is a must. But the bride won’t be me…”

Selene froze, her brows furrowed slightly. She asked uneasily, “You’re not trying to make me marry him, are you? I’ve never wanted to hurt you. If you dare to trick me, I’ll seriously get mad.” I rolled my eyes at her. “What are you thinking? In my last life, I thought Lucian liked you, which is why I let you marry him. Why would I ever hurt you like that again?” Selene finally let out a sigh of relief and continued, “So you mean, just find some Omega or a low-ranking female from the pack to be a stand-in bride?” I shook my head again. “Lucian is too arrogant and proud for that; he’d never marry a woman of low status. Besides, I don’t want to harm an innocent woman.” Selene frustratedly asked, “Then what do you want to do? Who else is there to marry?!” I looked up at Mom, Evelyn, and said softly, “Mom.” Mom gasped, stepping back two paces, waving her hands frantically. “Oh, no, not me! I’m old enough to be Lucian’s mother!” I couldn’t help but laugh despite myself. “I just want you to help with something. I think I know who Lucian truly loves.” Actually, I hadn’t realized it at first. Lucian had played his role perfectly; anyone listening would have believed he was genuinely in love with me. But his last sentence gave him away. I didn’t like cinnamon apple pie at all. In fact, I’d always hated the smell; it was stuffy and old-fashioned. However, he did remind me that there was indeed someone in the pack who absolutely loved cinnamon apple pie. And before coming home, I had specifically confirmed that person did have a small mole on the right side of her neck. So I made up my mind. Instead of openly defying Lucian, it was better to pretend to agree first. I leaned closer to Mom’s ear and whispered my plan. She immediately rushed out to prepare. Selene leaned on the table, laughing self-deprecatingly. “Aria, we fought over Lucian for so many years, only to lose to that woman. Are you really okay with that?” I smiled calmly. “Of course, there’s a part of me that’s not okay. But right now, I want revenge for both of us, for the suffering of our past two lives!” Selene wrapped her arm around mine-it was the first time she’d been so affectionate with me. “Alright, Aria. No more fighting between us. This time, we’re in this together. Let’s watch their downfall.” Lucian, wasn’t she the one you loved most, the one you most wanted to marry? I couldn’t wait to see how Lucian would react when she was actually delivered to him. The day before Lucian was supposed to marry me, Mom brought home two men. I recognized them. They were the twin sons of Alpha Rhys from the neighboring Wildthorn Pack. Mom excitedly told us, “My girls, I’ve finally found your true mates!” “What’s more, they are also heirs to a powerful werewolf pack. Their status, position, and strength are no less than that of that bastard Lucian!” Selene and I were speechless for a moment. Mom continued. “You two need to start dating these twins immediately! It would be best if they mark you tonight. Otherwise, other girls will snatch them up!” Selene and I looked at the tall, handsome twin brothers with golden curly hair in front of us and simultaneously agreed. On the spot, we signed engagement agreements with the twins. Holding the agreement, a huge weight finally lifted from my heart. I took Selene’s hand. “Come on, let’s go. Now, we’ll help Lucian prepare for his wedding. This time, I’m going to completely ruin his reputation!” The next day, Selene and Mom placed the thick white veil over the head of Lucian’s new bride. I smirked, a sarcastic smile playing on my lips. Lucian, this life, you’re finally marrying the one you truly desired, but the one you couldn’t publicly have…

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When I was dying of late-stage cancer, I fell in love with a “blind” massage therapist. Then I got pregnant. For my baby, I gave up chemo. I worked myself to the bone, saving every dollar for him and our child. I even signed a cornea-donation form—my final gift—so he could “see the world” after I was gone. But then, in the hospital director’s office, I saw a photo of him surfing—eyes bright, locked on the waves. “This is my son,” Director Vance said. I froze. “Your son… isn’t blind?” “Blind?” Vance laughed. “Of course not. He just has this weird hobby—loves role-playing. I heard he’s been pretending to be a blind massage therapist lately.” I looked down at my swollen belly. And I made up my mind. “Dr. Vance,” I said calmly, “sign me up for the new-drug trial. But under one condition—I want to play a role-playing game too.” Leaving the hospital, I finally heard Asher’s voice message. “Hey babe, pulling a double at the parlor tonight. That’s an extra twenty bucks toward your necklace.” Before, I’d have replied with a sixty-second voice memo, all honey and heartbeat. Now, my voice turned to ash before it could leave my throat. In that photo I’d just seen, he wore his half of a matching set with another woman. It’s an eight-figure custom design. A wave of bitter pain washed through me, seeping into my bones. Ding! Another voice message. “Why aren’t you answering? You don’t want it?” My fingers trembled, hitting the wrong icon. His reply was instant. “Why did you just send a period?” I stared at the screen. A sound escaped me-half laugh, half sob. He could see. He had always been able to see. Snowflakes needled my face. I threw open every door down the street. Finally, in a private booth, I found Asher, surrounded by people. A burst of laughter hit me first. “Asher, when are you going to reveal the truth?” He tilted his head back, draining half his glass. And for the first time, I truly saw those eyes. Cold, Sharp. Just as beautiful as they had been in my dreams. He used to sigh, saying that restoring his sight would take a cornea donor and a fortune in surgery. I had actually considered it. Donating my corneas to him after I died. I’d even researched what every part of my body was worth on the market. Surely, I could piece together a million. Giving him back the light was my last, desperate purpose. So tell me, Asher. What’s the price for three years of genuine love? At the table, his voice was flat, bored. “I’ll come clean whenever. I’m tired of her. She’s the one who can’t move on.” The girl from the photo lunged, planting a wet kiss on his cheek. Grinning, she went for the velvet box in his pocket. He caught her wrist. “That’s a five-dollar trinket. Yours is being delivered from the high-end boutique.” The room erupted. “Cheap girls get cheap prizes!” She pouted, all playful venom. “Asher, promise me one thing. When we get engaged, we invite that old hag to watch.” Asher took a drag of his cigarette. The ember glowed, then faded. He said nothing. “Don’t tell me you actually fell for it, Asher,” someone sneered. “That woman was devoted! Her mother’s entire life savings went to him. That’s the seed money for his ‘struggling blind masseur’ act.” In the roar of laughter, the world dissolved. I was falling. My mother’s last words, whispered through morphine, surfaced like a curse. “He’s an orphan. No family, no prospects. My darling…I’m just afraid he’ll break your heart.” But she still left the money to Asher. “My daughter is marrying you. This is her gift.” That day, Asher looked at the shop deed, face averted, hands trembling.

I thought he was too moved to speak. The truth was, he was fighting not to laugh. Every sacrifice my mother made, every piece of myself I broke off and gave, was just loose change in the ashtray of his decadent life. The girl tilted her head, her smile sweet. “Don’t laugh at Asher, guys. I’m the one who didn’t want to have a baby, so I told Asher to keep that one. If it’s a boy, he can buy it for two hundred thousand. I hear she’s stingy and materialistic. If it’s a girl? Just give her some child support.” Every word was a knife, stabbing into my chest. How I yearned for Asher to refute even one sentence. He only looked away. Then, a cackle cut the air. “Nicole, your prank target is so pathetic! Her old man got on his knees for ten grand, begging me to take his land! What a dirt poor? I nearly choked trying not to laugh!” The girl giggled, falling into Asher’s arms. Asher’s expression wasn’t good, as if he thought I had embarrassed him. But all I could see was my father’s hunched back, walking twenty miles through rough terrain. He finally placed the money in my hands. Every crumpled bill, every coin he’d saved for a lifetime. It was all meant for a surgery to make a blind man see. Mud crusted his clothes, but his eyes were bright. “My daughter is so beautiful… her husband must at least get a glimpse of her.” I watched the scene calmly. Inside, my world had already shattered. Ding. A new message from Dr. Vance. Attached was the confidentiality agreement, along with a text. “Hailey, I advise you to reconsider. The pain from this trial is unsustainable. Our attrition rate for male participants is nearly forty percent.” I signed my name directly. No. Nothing in any lab could ever hurt more than this. It was like I had planned to die in winter, only to be dragged back to life by excruciating pain. Back in my cramped apartment, I moved through the agony.I packed every trace of Asher into black bags and dragged them to the trash. I even cut up that precious scrapbook, my album of wishes. During bungee jumping, he held my trembling body. After fainting during diving, he nervously gave me CPR. When fear locked my joints at the plane’s edge, his laugh was the push that sent me falling. I thought those life-and-death firsts were shared treasures. To him, they were just items to check off a list. Asher came home, his blind cane tapping a deliberate, loud rhythm against the floor. He complained softly, “Why didn’t you come to pick me up?” In the past, I’d always rushed to meet with apologies and comfort. But not today. “Still pinching cents on gas? So cheap.” The word hung in the air. I couldn’t believe my ears. I was the one who saved on painkillers. Who stitched baby clothes by hand. Who, believing him an orphan, had never stinted on giving him everything. Even that was a lie. The silence turned suffocating. Asher’s mask slipped. Then, from my numb fingers, a small bottle slipped. It spun once, hollow and frantic, and stopped at his feet. My heart hammered against my ribs. If he took off his dark glasses, he would see the glaring ANTI-CANCER label on the bottle. Perhaps, he would feel a sliver of regret. All those nights I’d burned my eyes red, translating mountains of text to save pennies for a man who needed none of it. And he had always, always, pretended not to see. He began to bend down. His phone rang. Asher’s lips suddenly curved into a smile. He hurriedly tossed a box to me. “Your birthday gift. I need to take a client call.” I looked at the velvet box, feeling utterly hollow for the first time. As I walked into the room to get my medicine, I heard Asher’s soft chuckle on the phone. “It’s fine, her illness isn’t contagious. She should be fine by now; she’s just being dramatic.” “I secretly swapped out her medication, and nothing happened, did it?”

My head reeled. So that’s why I’ve been failing so fast. A wave of nausea twisted my insides. I scrambled to the bathroom, throwing up violently. Asher dropped his phone, his fists pounding on the door. “Hailey! Is it the morning sickness?” His voice was all false urgency. I didn’t answer. My eyes were fixed on the vivid, thread-like streaks of red swirling in the water. Then I calmly flushed them away. When I came out, I brushed away his hand as he reached to hug me. “I’m fine.” Asher’s smile stiffened. My odd behavior all evening was clearly irritating him. Upon seeing the unopened gift box, his anger reached its peak. He suddenly slammed his hand on the table. “I bought it for you, why haven’t you looked at it?” Did he expect me to be grateful for a fake? I slowly said, “I like it.” Before the words were fully out, a nosebleed gushed out without warning, and my vision began to blur. “Asher…” But he had already turned away, coldly muttering that an unsophisticated hick wouldn’t appreciate quality. Then he grabbed his blind cane and slammed the door shut as he left. I collapsed heavily to the floor. Warm blood continuously spilled from my nose and lips, quickly pooling around me. Outside the window, there was a sudden bang, bright as day. In a haze of agonizing pain, the words “Princess Nicole” illuminated my utterly pathetic state. My eyes glazed over as I watched. So beautiful. My phone vibrated madly. My bank account balance plummeted from $40,000 to zero. I laughed, a shaky, hysterical laugh. Asher was punishing me in the cruelest way possible. But he didn’t know that money was always meant for him. I had foolishly fantasized. How touched he would be when he received this inheritance. But in the end, all my desperate efforts were just part of a grand romantic gesture he made for someone else. My phone suddenly rang. I instinctively answered it. But then, abruptly, a woman’s intimate moans came from the other end. “I love you.” I heard Asher’s voice. Those words he had never spoken to me. I listened to every second. Let each sound carve into me. But there was no pain left to feel, only a brittle, weightless calm. Asher didn’t return for the next few days. But his “client’s” Instagram did. Feed after feed of desert climbs, skydiving over canyons. So, calluses on his hands weren’t from massaging after all. Everything that had touched me was a lie. Nicole’s hands were tightly clasped with his, his name tattooed on her chest, her eyes full of sweet devotion. Asher only sent me a few cold, clipped voice messages. “Do you know you were wrong yet?” “Did you put on the necklace?” “Send me a picture.” I knew he was waiting for me to humbly admit my fault and beg him to come home, just like before. But I never would again. Just then, Dr. Vance called. “What’s the check-up date?” My gaze swept over the Vance family’s newly announced engagement date, and I instantly sobered. “December 28th. Let’s make it that day.” But on the morning of that day, Asher appeared at my door, looking awkward. “Come with me somewhere.” At the charity gala, elegantly dressed people mingled, and glasses clinked. Only we wore faded, worn-out clothes. He seemed oblivious, gently coaxing me. “Hailey, these are all friends from the disability assistance association. You’re pregnant and it’s hard work, so I applied for a donation.” Even through his dark glasses, I could see the expectation in his eyes. He was waiting for me to react as I always had. My eyes red, throwing myself into his arms, saying, “You’re so good.” But I merely gave a faint “Mm.” Asher paused. Nicole intimately linked her arm through mine. “Hailey, you are elegant, you’re even beautiful pregnant… but your outfit is a bit shabby.” Just as I was about to pull away, Asher casually interjected, mediating. “Hailey, the neighbors said you dress really tacky and low-class. Nicole has good taste; why don’t you go change?”

Someone nearby snickered. “Hailey, you’re not married yet, are you? Maybe if you dressed up a bit, a man would marry you! When you collect the donation, remember to say you’re a single mother-to-be!” Their words cut deep, each one a slap across my face. But Asher’s silence was louder than any slap. Nicole yanked me into the dressing room, casually pointing to a dress. “This one’s reserved especially for you, Hailey, two thousand nine hundred. You’re not trying to freeload, are you?” Under her malicious torment. I slowly pulled out a wad of small bills, tens, fifties, barely enough to make up the amount. Nicole gasped dramatically, “You didn’t actually smash your piggy bank, did you?” I calmly nodded. “I did.” Asher’s face instantly changed. That piggy bank was something we bought when we first got together. I told him that once we saved enough money, I’d take him to Switzerland to treat his eyes. He paused then, a soft laugh escaping him. “When I can see, I’ll take you to the Alps to see your favorite snow.” At the time, I smiled, saying nothing. Because I knew my life wouldn’t last until that day. I just wanted Asher to regain his sight and watch our child grow up with his own eyes. But now, only disappointment and lies remained. Asher tightly gripped my hand, his voice hoarse. “We’re not going to see the snow mountains anymore?” I laughed casually. “No, I don’t like snow anymore… This winter, it’s just too cold.” Asher’s expression grew darker. “Hailey, you’re not comfortable. I’ll take you to change.” Asher glanced at Nicole, then confidently released my hand. Watching their silent, synchronized interaction, I finally understood. That was the impassable divide between us. As I was changing into the gown, Nicole’s voice grew chilling. “Were the fireworks pretty?” “It was just a game for my amusement, but you actually went and got pregnant, clinging to my man.” “Do you know how disgusted Asher is by you? He said he pretended to be blind because he couldn’t stand the sight of your torn underwear; it made him sick.” Seeing my calm expression, a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes. Then she sneered, wiggling the tip of her shoe. “The necklace you gave him? It wasn’t thrown away. It’s stuck to the bottom of my shoe.” “Are all you people from the gutter so pathetic? The second you farmer father heard ‘charity,’ he came crawling. So embarrassing.” My mind went numb. My father had lived with dignity. How dare she insult him so! By the time I reacted, my hand was already gripping her collar. “Give me back the necklace… Apologize to my dad!” She let out a sharp, theatrical cry. Then, with a vicious smile, she swung the entire cash box into my chest. A searing pain erupted from my chest. I fell backward, banknotes fluttering like snow. The door burst open, and gasps of alarm filled the room. I realized I was half-naked, exposed to countless malicious eyes. The room erupted in mocking laughter. “She’s all bones. Probably lies there like a dead fish.” Asher’s hand shot out, then froze in mid-air. “Hailey? What happened?” He He began groping blindly, his voice rising in panic. I laughed, a bitter, desperate sound, tears streaming down my face. I was laughing at his performance. He clung to his blind man’s costume so fiercely, he let my dignity be torn to shreds at his feet. Nicole offered a fake apology. “Oh dear, I’m so sorry, I forgot to lock the door.” Before her words faded, her foot hooked under the chain of my mother’s necklace and kicked it into the fire. That necklace was my mother’s dying gift. Now it vanished into ash. Something in me detonated. I lunged at her like a mad woman. But just then, the door crashed open. A hunched figure stumbled into the chaos.

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They called me a girl who seduced men for attention. They used fake messages, edited photos, and a staged scene to destroy my reputation. I begged them to stop, but no one listened. I died carrying those accusations. Then I opened my eyes and returned to the moment before everything happened. This time, I will not explain anything. I will not protect anyone. I will let their plan run its course and hit them instead. And I will make every person who hurt me face the truth they created. After school, there weren’t many people left in the building. I took deep breaths of fresh air, trying to calm my emotions after being suddenly pulled back from the hatred and fear of my death. Lydia was handing Colin a bottle of water. It contained an aphrodisiac that would inflame his desires. In my past life, I had accidentally discovered Lydia pouring an unknown white powder into the water. I exposed her on the spot. But Colin didn’t believe me. He insisted on drinking the water anyway. He even asked if I was jealous because Lydia was prettier than me, and that’s why I was always targeting her. This time, I didn’t try to stop him. After taking the water, Colin instinctively looked at me. “You’re not going to try to control even my drinking water, are you?” “Do whatever you want,” I said with a wave of my hand. Lydia couldn’t miss any opportunity to attack me. She immediately chimed in: “Avery, your possessiveness over Colin is too much. Doesn’t he even have the freedom to make friends?” With those words, the few classmates who hadn’t gone home yet gave me strange looks. Colin’s face darkened even more. “She’s nothing, just a bookworm,” he muttered. I gripped my pen tightly, hatred surging in my eyes. “Are you two done? I haven’t said anything from start to finish, have I?” I retorted. Colin was taken aback and fell silent, his face stony. Lydia continued to stir up trouble. “You might not have said anything, but your face looks very unhappy. I just said a few words to Colin, and you’re already scowling.” Hearing this, Colin shot me an annoyed glare. As if to spite me, he drank the entire bottle of water. In my past life, I had knocked the bottle away, so he only took one sip. But even that one sip was enough to make him lose control. I couldn’t imagine what would happen now that he had drunk the entire bottle. I found myself looking forward to it, in a twisted way. Seeing him finish the water, Lydia could barely contain her excitement. She grabbed Colin’s hand. “Colin, walk me home?” Of course, Colin wouldn’t refuse. The two of them left the classroom hand in hand. Ten minutes later, Harper, our class monitor, burst into the classroom, her face flushed red. By then, I was the only one left in the room. Harper stammered, clearly struggling to say something difficult. “What’s wrong? Did something happen to Colin and Lydia?” I asked proactively. Harper grabbed my hand: “Yes, yes, it’s them… they… they…” “What happened?” I asked, looking directly into Harper’s eyes and pretending I knew nothing. I used to trust Harper implicitly. She wasn’t just our class monitor, but had been my desk mate for all three years of high school. I thought we were best friends who could tell each other anything. But I never imagined she would stomp on me so hard after the incident. She told everyone that I had a crush on Colin and drugged him myself. She even started a livestream to denounce my actions. “I was her desk mate for three years, I always knew she liked Colin. I just never thought she would actually do something like this.” “Avery is a sex addict. She… she once called ten male escorts in one night.” “I tried to advise her, but she wouldn’t listen. She also had an unclear relationship with the old widower next door…” This livestream pushed the whole incident to its climax. I was completely cast into the abyss, and the school persuaded me to drop out. Later, I ran into her by chance. By then, she had already climbed to a high position. “Thank you. If it weren’t for your incident, I wouldn’t have been able to take your spot for early admission to the top university and end up where I am now.” As the memories flooded back, I stared hard at Harper. In my past life, she and I had discovered Colin dragging Lydia into the bathroom together. I rushed in to stop him, while Harper said she would go call for help. But she just hid to the side to watch and record videos… Seeing that I wasn’t in a hurry, Harper became flustered and incoherent. “Colin dragged Lydia into the men’s bathroom. Lydia kept crying, Colin… Colin is trying to assault Lydia.” “But don’t they like each other? How do you know Lydia isn’t willing?” I asked. Hearing me say this, Harper was stunned. Everyone in our class knew that Colin and Lydia were flirting, just short of making it official. Harper anxiously grabbed my wrist. “But they’re still students, they can’t do this!” “Come on, let’s go take a look. We can’t just ignore this.”

The calculation in Harper’s eyes was about to spill over. She just wanted to ruin me to get the early admission spot to the top university. I didn’t say anything more and followed her downstairs. On the way, I secretly sent pre-written SOS messages to the principal and other school leaders, as well as contacting some influencers who were livestreaming nearby. Lydia was the principal’s daughter, after all. In my past life, when persuading me to drop out, the principal had utterly humiliated me, saying I was damaged goods that had been ridden by thousands. This time, I wanted the principal to get a good look at the show her daughter was putting on. As we approached the bathroom, we could hear ambiguous sounds coming from inside. “Colin, baby, more, I want more.” “Colin, you’re so good.” The woman’s moans and the man’s grunts were nonstop. Harper’s eyes darted around: “Avery, you go in first to stop them. I’ll go find someone to help.” “No, I can’t go in. Let’s just wait here for the teachers,” I said, shrinking my neck and pretending to be scared. Harper glared at me in annoyance. She forced down her temper and lowered her voice: “If you don’t go in now, they’ll go all the way. Do you really want to let Colin go to Lydia?” The bathroom’s outer door wasn’t fully closed. Through the crack, I could see Colin pressing Lydia against the wall. Lydia was half-undressed, exposing herself. Colin was frantically tearing at Lydia’s uniform, biting all over her body. Lydia pretended to struggle, but wasn’t actually using any strength. Her coy resistance only made Colin more uncontrollable. I pressed my lips together tightly, pretending to be conflicted: “Okay, you’re right. I’ll go in now.” Just as I was about to push the door open, I turned back to Harper and said, “Hurry and find a teacher. I can’t hold out for long.” Harper nodded eagerly. She turned and ran. But after rounding a corner, she came back. She gleefully took out her phone, started recording, and wedged it into the door crack. Inside was chaotic, with lewd sounds coming out unabashedly. After doing this, Harper finally went to find teachers and security guards, feeling very pleased with herself. When a group of people rushed to the teaching building, the couple inside were still going at it vigorously. Harper covered her face and cried, blocking the principal. “Teacher, I… I don’t know why they’re doing this!” The principal’s face was dark with anger. She didn’t know her daughter Lydia was inside. Harper hadn’t clarified who exactly was in there. Harper wanted to ruin not just me, but Lydia as well. After all, in her eyes, we were both her competitors. Today, education bureau officials happened to be visiting for an inspection. Now, a group of education officials were following the principal to “catch people in the act”. The scene couldn’t be more dramatic. The principal was shaking with rage. With education officials watching, it seemed her chances for promotion were likely ruined. I guessed the principal probably wanted to kill the adulterous couple inside right now. The principal tried to move forward. Harper blocked the principal again, crying and wailing, “Principal, inside is… is is…” She pretended to be reluctant. The principal grabbed her shoulders, “Who is it?” Harper acted like she had been frightened to tears, and said between sobs, “It’s Avery.” The principal naturally knew who I was. My grades were always top of the year, and I was the most promising candidate for early admission to the top university. The principal’s eyes bulged with rage. “That sl—” She abruptly cut off the insult she was about to hurl. The education officials were still watching, so the principal couldn’t speak too harshly at this moment. The people inside were still lost in their passion, completely unaware of the commotion outside. The lewd sounds coming from inside grew even more unbridled. Harper covered her chest and cried: “Avery, how could you be so foolish! Why can’t you control yourself? Are you really that desperate for men?” With those words, the education officials’ expressions turned extremely unpleasant. They considered themselves respectable people and didn’t want to barge in at a moment like this. A group of people with varying expressions waited downstairs, looking at each other awkwardly. “Me? What about me?” I finally emerged from my hiding place in the shadows.

“Why are you here?” Harper cried out in shock. The principal eyed me suspiciously, “It’s not you? Then who’s inside?” I shrugged, “I don’t know. I didn’t see clearly who it was.” Since Harper deliberately concealed it, I naturally had no reason to expose it. At this moment, several influencers who had received my message barged in, ignoring the school security guards trying to stop them. “Wow, the students at your school are so open, having sex in broad daylight.” “Yeah, Principal, aren’t you going to take us for a look?” “Principal, what are your thoughts on this? Chat with the viewers in our livestream.” The principal’s face turned ashen. She clenched her jaw and said nothing. Harper stared at me intently, finally losing it. She grabbed my hand: “Didn’t you go in? Then who went in just now?” “I was scared and didn’t dare go in,” I said, trying hard to squeeze out tears and acting like a coward. Harper was so angry she raised her hand to slap me. Just as her palm was about to hit my face, she stopped herself abruptly, glaring at me fiercely. The influencers’ cameras zoomed in. Comments in the livestream were scrolling rapidly. [666, this is so exciting.] [You can tell how intense it is just from the sounds.] [Streamer, hurry up and go in to record. Let us bros feast our eyes.] The influencer chuckled, “I wouldn’t dare. If I went in, my stream would get banned immediately.” I turned away from the camera and flashed a smile at Harper. She stared at me in shock, her eyes wide. “You…” “What’s wrong, class monitor?” I asked innocently. An education bureau official’s face had turned red. He pointed at the bathroom: “Old Lin, go talk some sense into your students!” This incident could no longer be covered up. The principal was so angry her face was twitching. “Good, good, good. These students are really something.” As the principal charged towards the bathroom, I ran over crying and grabbed her. “Teacher, you’d better not go in.” The principal shoved me away forcefully. “Get lost! Why are you all trying to stop me? What are you up to?” Everyone frowned as they looked at me. Harper had finally reacted by now. She hid in the crowd, staring at me unblinkingly. She must have thought of something, because she suddenly ran over. “Avery, stop interfering with them. I know you like Colin, but he deserves this,” she said. She acted like she was looking out for me as she pulled me away, her voice full of pain: “We’re just students. We shouldn’t get involved in the teachers’ business.” Seeing that I still wanted to block the way, the principal pushed me aside forcefully. I cried my heart out, wailing to the livestream cameras: “But there are so many people here. If this gets out, what will happen to the people inside?” I pretended to be very concerned about the people inside. On camera, of course I had to act like I cared about my classmates. This time, I was the only one occupying the moral high ground. Hearing this, the principal paused. The education officials also looked troubled. On camera, they couldn’t just barge in to “catch people in the act” like this. If it caused the students involved to do something drastic, they couldn’t bear that responsibility. So the group of people hesitated about 30 meters away from the bathroom in the teaching building. We weren’t very close, but we could still clearly hear the sounds from inside. The influencers tried to get closer to film, but were blocked by the security guards. And so, the group waited outside like cats on hot bricks. It took a full two hours before the noises inside finally died down. The bathroom door opened. But to everyone’s surprise, the satiated-looking man who walked out wasn’t a student from our school. The man was burly and strong, with a scar on his face. Seeing so many eyes staring at him, he spat in disgust. “What are you looking at? Keep staring and I’ll gouge your eyeballs out.” Seeing it was some thug, the principal visibly relaxed. As long as it wasn’t students involved, it would be easier to handle. But then someone cried out in shock, “Holy sh*t, inside…”

An influencer seized the chance to rush over. The bathroom door was wide open, revealing the chaotic scene inside. It made everyone gasp. Colin and a disheveled Lydia were lying naked on the floor, with unknown fluids dripping from their mouths. Several men were standing around them. “This kid was even better than a woman, felt so good.” “Such a sl*t, even the few of us brothers couldn’t satisfy him.” “This woman was useless, passed out after a while. The boy had much more stamina.” The men leisurely put their pants back on. Seeing the door open, they reluctantly came out. I recognized a few of them as construction workers who had come to build a new building at our school. Colin seemed to have lost his mind, still mumbling: “More, I want more…” The drug’s effects were much stronger than in my past life. Lydia slapped Colin hard. “Get away from me, you’re disgusting. Don’t touch me.” Her voice was hoarse. This slap brought Colin back to his senses a bit. He gritted his teeth: “You say I’m disgusting? Who was having such a wild time with those men just now?” “Was I as wild as you? I had no strength left, but you were still grinding on them.” Lydia felt sick just thinking about it. The scene of the two attacking each other was clearly recorded by the opportunistic influencers. They had been going at it enthusiastically, but Harper suddenly rushed over. She cried as she blocked Lydia: “Lydia, I’m so sorry. I didn’t manage to stop Avery, that’s why she…” Harper didn’t finish her sentence, but everyone present understood what she meant. The principal reacted first. She rushed over like a madwoman and slapped me hard. “It was you, you framed my daughter.” Lydia reacted quickly too. She clutched her clothes tightly, crying her eyes out, “Yes, it was her. She wanted to hurt me.” Colin pinched himself to stay clearheaded. He shook his head, “Avery, it was you…” Everyone pointed at me. The situation seemed to have reversed in an instant. The influencers turned their cameras on me. “Was it you? Come on, classmate, say something. Did you do it?” Before Harper could say anything more, I hugged her directly, sobbing. “Desk mate, I know you mean well.” “But you shouldn’t have led those workers over just to get revenge for me.” Hearing this, Lydia whipped her head around to look at Harper. Lydia had only told Harper about drugging Colin. Could it really have been Harper? “It was you?” Lydia looked at Harper like she was looking at a dead person. Harper broke out in a cold sweat and shook her head frantically. In her panic, Harper pointed at me: “You’re talking nonsense! I wanted you to go in, not—” Harper’s words cut off abruptly. Seeing the scrutinizing gazes around her, Harper was drenched in cold sweat. The principal’s face changed from red to white, then from white to green. Perhaps the principal had already guessed some of what happened. She had security guards drive the influencers out of the school, then used threats and bribes to barely manage to put an end to the incident.

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I thought I had just woken up from the car accident. But Zane showed me a wedding ring, a divorce agreement, and a three-year-old child— and told me we had been married for four years. The problem is simple: He hates me. The child is afraid of me. And I don’t remember a single moment of this marriage. Worse—every piece of evidence says I used to be the “bad wife.” At my graduation ceremony, I finally summoned the courage to confess to Zaneary Warren, my long-time crush. On the other side of the crosswalk, Zane was standing there, looking sharp in his graduation gown, taking photos. I got so excited that I dashed toward him, completely missing the fact that the light was red. There was a loud crash. I was hit by a car, and everything went black. The next time I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was the blinding white ceiling. And there he was. Zane, standing by my hospital bed. Still as handsome as ever. This might be the first time we’ve been this close. Zane was looking up at the IV drip, but his gaze slowly shifted to my face. I accidentally noticed the ring on his left hand. I’ve had a crush on him for so long. So, he’s already taken? Suppressing the bitterness in my heart, I forced a smile and greeted him, “Zane, what are you doing here?” As I tried to sit up, I noticed that my arm was wrapped in thick bandages. The next second, Zane sat on the chair beside my bed, his voice cold and distant. “Avery, you’ve really mastered the art of manipulation. Risking your life just to push for a divorce?” I stared at Zane, completely confused. What is he talking about? Divorce? I haven’t even graduated yet, let alone gotten married. Where is this divorce thing coming from? Just then, a nurse came into the room, holding a tray for bandaging wounds. “Dr. Williams, you’re still here? Miss Niles, you don’t realize how lucky you are. You were hit by a car, but thankfully Dr. Williams happened to be nearby. He gave you emergency care right away. Otherwise, it wouldn’t just be a broken arm you’re dealing with.” The nurse bent down and carefully disinfected my wound. After she rested my hand on the side of the bed, I noticed… I was also wearing a ring on my right hand! And it matched Zane’s ring. A couple’s ring! A wave of fear and uncertainty washed over me. After the nurse left, I grabbed Zane’s sleeve in a panic. “Zane, you graduated from NYU Medical School in 2018, right?” He frowned, clearly annoyed. He shook my hand off and looked at me coldly. “Since you’re awake, let’s go over the divorce agreement.”

This is absolutely ridiculous! I was on my way to graduation, got hit by a car, and now I’m being accused of “faking an accident” to force a divorce from Zane? Either I’ve lost my mind, or Zane has. “Wait, Zane!” Before I could finish, a little kid suddenly ran into the room, jumping right into Zane’s arms. Me: ??? Wow, this kid is so adorable. I reached out with my good arm to pinch his cheek, but he immediately hid behind Zane, clearly scared. “Sorry, little guy. You’re just too cute. I couldn’t help myself.” Zane shot me a disapproving look. It suddenly hit me that I hadn’t even gotten to the main point. “Zane, this might sound crazy, but I don’t remember anything you’re talking about. All I recall is being on my way to the graduation ceremony…” Before I could finish, Zane cut me off impatiently. “So, you’re telling me you’ve lost your memory?” Amnesia? Yes, that must be it. Amnesia is the only explanation for why I don’t remember any of this. I nodded sincerely. Zane’s icy expression didn’t soften. He pulled a document from his bag and tossed it onto my lap. “This is the divorce agreement. The terms are exactly as you requested. If you have no objections, just sign it.” I opened my mouth to respond, but no words came out. The little boy in Zane’s arms looked sad, his lips trembling. “Zane, shouldn’t we avoid discussing such topics in front of a child? It’s not good for his emotional well-being.” “How considerate of you, Avery,” Zane sneered. “That’s our child.” … “And yet, when you were having dinner with another man, did you ever think about how that might affect his emotional well-being?” I hadn’t even processed his first sentence when the second one hit me like a ton of bricks. I stared at the little boy in disbelief. So, I didn’t just get married—I have a child too? But the little guy paid no attention to me. He buried his face in Zane’s neck, refusing to even look my way. Too much information. My brain couldn’t handle it. I was officially out of commission.

It took me a whole day to wrap my head around everything. It seems I really did lose my memory. I’m still me, and Zane is still Zane. The only difference is—we’re married, and we have a kid. But that divorce agreement sitting on the bed speaks volumes: there’s clearly a problem with our marriage. The problem is… did I cheat? No way, right? Why would I cheat on Zane? He’s good-looking and smart. I must’ve been crazy. So, what went wrong? How can I get my memory back? I scratched my head, completely frustrated. “Mommy.” A tiny voice came from the door. I looked up to see a small face peeking through the slightly open door. “Daddy said you need to disinfect your hand. Here’s the iodine. He said you should do it yourself.” The little boy held a bottle tightly in his tiny hands. I gestured for him to come closer. “Mommy’s hand hurts. Can you bring it over for me?” The boy hesitated for a moment but eventually nodded and shuffled over to the bed, placing the iodine on the bedside table. I pulled him onto my lap and studied his features. His eyes were big and round like mine, his nose straight like Zane’s, and his face… a perfect combination of both of us. This was our son. I couldn’t resist hugging him tight and planting a big kiss on his cheek. He smelled so sweet and innocent—absolutely irresistible. When I looked up, his face was bright red. He froze for a moment before wrapping his little arms around my neck and hugging me back tightly. He leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Mommy, you smell nice.” This little guy is the sweetest thing ever. As I basked in the joy of my son’s affection, the door opened again. Zane entered, his familiar presence filling the room. “Daddy!” The little boy immediately ran to Zane and held his arms out, waiting for him to pick him up. Zane had just showered, wearing casual loungewear, looking effortlessly sexy and relaxed. His hair was still slightly damp, with droplets running down his neck and disappearing into his collar. I swallowed. This man was dangerously attractive. As he came closer, my heart started racing. But then Zane’s words shattered my moment of bliss. “Avery, don’t you think it’s a little late to start being a good mom to Cooper?” “I… I didn’t mean to…” I tried to explain, but the look on Zane’s face told me he wouldn’t believe a word I said. So, I stayed silent. “Whatever. Do what you need to do. I’m heading out.” As I left the study, Cooper peeked out from Zane’s neck and gave me a glance. Watching the two of them so close, a wave of sadness washed over me. What good are a husband and child if my husband doesn’t love me? Even my son seems closer to him. I started questioning everything. Why did we get married in the first place? Why did we have a child? Outside, the full moon hung high in the sky. The night breeze blew through the balcony, scattering my emotions. Nothing has changed. Except for me.

The master bedroom had only one large bed. The entire room was decorated in a minimalist black, white, and gray palette. Apart from that, it was immaculately tidy, with a light scent of gardenias floating in the air. I recognized it instantly—it was my favorite fragrance. I headed to the walk-in closet, looking for my pajamas. But all I saw was a row of black clothes. And they were all men’s clothing. … I had no choice but to knock on the door of Zane’s study. “Zane… I mean, honey, sorry to bother you.” Zane looked up from his laptop, adjusting his gold-rimmed glasses. His whole demeanor was both tempting and distant. “Do you know where my pajamas are? I looked through the closet in the master bedroom but couldn’t find them.” Zane stared at me for a few seconds without saying a word. Just as I was about to give up and leave, he suddenly stood up and walked toward me. He towered over me, standing at six foot one while I barely reached five foot five. I felt like a child standing in front of him. Zane smirked, slipping his hands into his pockets. “So, are you planning to carry on with this amnesia act?” I gulped, unsure of what to say. The truth was, even if I told him the truth, he wouldn’t believe me. Thankfully, he didn’t make things difficult this time. He walked past me, heading toward another part of the house. I stood there, confused and not sure what to do next. He glanced back at me from the corner of his eye. “Well? Aren’t you coming?” I immediately followed him, keeping a safe distance. “Thanks.” Two minutes later, I eagerly opened the closet door in the guest bedroom to grab my pajamas. But the moment I saw what was inside, I slammed the door shut, my face flushed with embarrassment. Oh my God! “This is…” I didn’t even finish my sentence, but I knew Zane understood. He stood by the door, arms crossed, silently watching me with a look that said, “Keep going, I’m just here to watch the show.” … Taking a deep breath, I slowly reopened the closet door. Inside were outfits so revealing, they looked like they belonged on a nightclub dancer. Tiny scraps of fabric—there was hardly anything to cover up with! Was this how I dressed after graduation… I mean, after I got married? Had my style become this… provocative? To make things worse, Zane didn’t seem to have any intention of leaving. I ignored his piercing gaze and continued searching through the clothes. But I couldn’t find anything even remotely “normal.” … I sighed inwardly and, for some reason, turned to Zane and asked, “Honey, which one do you like seeing me in?” His eyes immediately darkened, and without a word, he turned and walked out of the room. The door slammed shut behind him, and the sound made me jump. Why did he get mad? They say women are hard to understand, but men are even more of a mystery. I grabbed some pajamas and headed to the bathroom. A wild thought crossed my mind: could our impending divorce have something to do with… issues in the bedroom? After my shower, I wrapped myself in a robe and headed to Cooper’s room. The nursery was cozy, and it was clear Zane had put a lot of thought into it. Everything was designed with care. I tiptoed over to his bed. Cooper was fast asleep, clutching a little stuffed animal. I gently tucked the blanket around him and wiped his thumb, which he had been sucking on. For the first time, I felt a real connection to being a mother. But I still didn’t know how old he was. I looked over at our marriage certificate. It was dated four years ago. That meant Cooper must be around three. I ruffled his hair and quietly left the room. Just as I closed the door, I turned around and saw Zane standing right in front of me. We were so close that if I looked up, I could bump into his chin. My back pressed against the door, and Zane didn’t seem to realize—or care—that he was invading my personal space. My heart raced so fast, I thought it might leap out of my chest any second. “Are you done?” “Yeah.” The air was thick with awkwardness. I had no idea what to say next. “So… are you going to bed now?” Zane didn’t respond or make a move. I tightened the robe around me, making sure he couldn’t see the revealing pajamas underneath. “Okay, I’ll go to sleep first, then.” I stepped aside and practically bolted to the master bedroom. Without a second thought, I jumped into bed, pulled the covers over me, and lay still. Moments later, the bedroom door opened, and Zane walked in. He paused when he saw me lying in bed, seeming a little surprised. He stood there, just staring at me. His gaze made my scalp tingle. “Honey, which side do you usually sleep on?” No answer. Has Zane always been this strange? He’s so quiet, always just staring coldly, without saying a word. Frustrated, I got out of bed and stood by the side. “You pick first.” Zane finally moved. He walked to the other side, lay down, and shut off the bedside lamp with a loud click. … Now we were in total darkness. Great. Thankfully, I don’t have night blindness, or I’d really be angry right now! I fumbled in the dark, trying to get comfortable under the covers, but I couldn’t sleep. My mind was a chaotic mess, and to make matters worse, my arm, which was still sore from the accident, started to hurt again because of the way my robe was pressing against it. I shifted slightly, but Zane didn’t react, so I sat up and tried to remove my robe. As I finally managed to shrug it off, rubbing my sore arm, Zane suddenly opened his eyes. Before I could react, he rolled over and pinned me beneath him. I gasped, my breathing instantly becoming erratic. In the dark, I couldn’t see him clearly, but I could feel how close he was—so close that our breaths were mingling. “Jenny, what are you doing?” Zane asked, his voice low. “What do you mean?” “You wanted to get married, you went through so much trouble to get a divorce, and now you’re lying next to me, trying to seduce me. Avery, I don’t have time for your games. What do you want?” “Seduce you?” I stared at him, completely stunned, when suddenly I felt a chill across my chest. Looking down, I realized that my pajamas were way more revealing than I thought. No wonder Zane thought I was trying to seduce him. “I… I didn’t mean it like that. I’m sorry.” I reached for the robe I had tossed onto the floor, but Zane had already had enough. He got up from the bed, clearly done with the conversation. “Avery, I don’t care what you’re thinking. I don’t have any feelings for you anymore. I hope you understand that. Whether you’re faking amnesia or trying to seduce me, it doesn’t matter to me.” “I’ll sleep in the guest room tonight. Do whatever you want.” Zane left. And now, I was alone in this big room, with nothing but my sadness.

I couldn’t sleep. I just lay there, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling until dawn. Around 7 a.m., I heard Zane’s voice outside, speaking to a woman who kept saying “okay, okay.” It was probably the nanny, I guessed. A little while later, the front door closed, and I heard the sound of the car engine starting. Zane had gone to work. I stayed in bed, staring at the ceiling while my mind raced. I’ve never been an outgoing person—if I were, I wouldn’t have been crushing on Zane for so many years without saying a word. But now, not only had my crush succeeded, but I had also become his wife. Along with the shock, there was a sense of joy I couldn’t suppress. I thought this was my one big chance from fate, but it turns out I played my cards terribly in this marriage. Emotional intelligence really is my weakness. As I was lost in thought, the bedroom door suddenly opened. A woman in a nanny uniform walked in. The moment she saw me, she apologized repeatedly. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t think anyone was in here.” “It’s fine, I was just about to get up.” I smiled at her, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she slowly walked into the room. “Mr. Warren left for work. I assumed no one was here since you usually slept in your own room.” My own room? Suddenly, memories from the day before came rushing back. There was definitely a bed in that other room where I grabbed my clothes. So, I had been sleeping in a different room all this time? Does that mean Zane and I had been living separately? It all made sense now—Zane’s strange behavior yesterday. Oh no, this is embarrassing. I buried my face in my hands, and a flood of regret washed over me. Hearing our conversation, Cooper came running to the bedroom door, his bare feet thumping against the floor. He stood there looking at me with big, expectant eyes, but didn’t dare come in. “Cooper, come to mommy.” I gently called to him, holding out my arms. The little guy’s face lit up with excitement. He sprinted across the room and jumped into my arms, knocking me onto the bed. He flashed a big smile, his tiny teeth showing. “Mommy,” he said, nuzzling his head against my chest. My heart melted. No matter how much Zane might hate me right now, Cooper is still my baby. I would always love him. After saying goodbye to the nanny, I took Cooper out for some quality time together. We went shopping. I bought him a bunch of cute clothes and treated myself to some more “normal” outfits. Honestly, the clothes I wore after getting married were a bit… much. Holding Cooper in my arms, I watched as he happily ate his ice cream, his face smudged with cream. I gently wiped his mouth. “Cooper, what was Mommy like before?” Cooper pouted, his voice soft with a hint of sadness. “You didn’t like Cooper.” Then he added, “You were always so mean.” Kids don’t lie. Hearing this broke my heart. So, I really had changed that much, to the point where even I wouldn’t recognize myself? Then why did Zane marry me? Was it out of love? If so, he sure had an interesting taste. “Mommy, I want that!” Sitting in my lap, Cooper pointed at a McDonald’s poster advertising the latest family meal. Well, kids will be kids—can’t resist the temptation. Me: “Let’s buy it!” An hour later, Cooper and I sat side by side on the couch in Zane’s office, looking like two children who had just been caught misbehaving. What had caused this uncomfortable situation? The family meal sitting on the coffee table, filling the room with its delicious aroma.

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