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After my sister broke up with her boyfriend, she moved into my place. The day after her boyfriend came to apologize and beg for reconciliation, a terrifying heatwave hit. That night, she used the excuse that her boyfriend said the spare room was too hot without air conditioning, so she made me move to the spare room. The next day, she said the weather was too hot and people were dying outside, so they needed to stay for a few more days. Her boyfriend took advantage when she wasn’t paying attention and started touching me inappropriately. I told my sister, but she angrily said it was because I was wearing too little and deliberately trying to seduce him. As the food in the house became scarcer, my sister pushed me out the door, saying this way they could eat a bit less. I died from the heat outside. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the moment when my sister was crying to me on the phone. “Emma, Derek was flirting with other women behind my back, and he hit me. I’m breaking up with him,” Lily’s sobbing voice came through the phone, startling me awake. “No matter how much he begs this time, I won’t get back together with him.” “He’s been hanging around outside my apartment every day. Can I stay at your place for a couple of days?” My sister’s tearful voice jolted me. A strong, unshakeable thirst spread through my entire body. The suffocating heat that felt like it was evaporating my very being made me gulp down several large glasses of ice water. When I couldn’t drink anymore, I realized I had been reborn. I had returned to my previous life, to the day when my sister called crying about breaking up. That was indeed the last time I heard her say she wanted to break up in my previous life. Because not long after, a global heatwave was coming. It was an unprecedented, abnormal heatwave. Many people would lose their lives in this event. I was one of them. It was this phone call that led to my death in the subsequent events. My sister, Lily, had dropped out of high school for a man and had been in an on-again, off-again relationship with her dropout boyfriend for years. Every time it was all talk and no action. When she called me, she could hardly speak a sentence without mentioning that man of hers. Every time, she would be cursing her scumbag boyfriend one second, swearing to break up, and the next second she’d be happily posting lovey-dovey content on social media. “Love is about breaking up and getting back together, and in the end, not being able to live without each other,” she’d write, with heart emojis. I remember once asking her why she got back together with him again, wasn’t she breaking up with that jerk? Unexpectedly, she got angry and slapped me. “Emma, what kind of sister are you? Are you jealous of my happiness? Are you cursing me? I gave up my chance to go to college for you, and this is how you repay me?” “You’re worse than an ungrateful wretch.” She berated me as if every breakup was my fault. I angrily turned and left, not talking to her for a long time. A few days later, she called to apologize, then asked to borrow money, saying she was planning to marry Derek and needed to buy a new house. “Emma, I’m not as educated as you, and I don’t earn as much as you do.” “Your sister has finally found someone she wants to spend her life with. Don’t you want me to be happy?” She spoke while crying, implying that I owed her because I got an education and she didn’t. I’ve grown tired of hearing these words over the years. I told her directly that this was the last time, and she shouldn’t use this to guilt-trip me anymore. So when she asked for $200,000, I gritted my teeth and gave it to her. This was money I had saved up through hard work, day and night. It wasn’t the first time I had given her money, but she had never paid me back. After our parents died, she was my only relative left. They always said that Lily had a low education and it wasn’t easy for her to make money outside, so they told me to help her if I could. I never hesitated when she needed something. She had taken nearly $300,000 from me over time, with reasons ranging from buying a house to losing her job due to her low education level. The real reason was that her boyfriend was a lazy good-for-nothing who had racked up a mountain of debt, and she was happily following behind, cleaning up his messes. That night, I had an acute appendicitis attack. The pain was excruciating. I managed to drag myself to the hospital for surgery. The surgery cost 5,000,butaftergivingherthemoney,Ionlyhad5,000,butaftergivingherthemoney,Ionlyhad2,000 left. I called her asking for $3,000 for the surgery, but she cried and repeated her old excuses. “Emma, you know your sister didn’t go to school and doesn’t have many skills…” I hung up before she could say more and borrowed the money from a colleague. The night after the surgery, I was tossing and turning in bed, feeling awful. I opened social media and saw my sister had posted about having a candlelit dinner with Derek in an elegantly decorated restaurant. I turned off my phone, feeling a chill run through me. I was in agony from surgery, and my own sister wouldn’t give me a penny, but she was enjoying a candlelit dinner with my money. For two weeks after the surgery, she didn’t call me once. From then on, I never answered her calls again. Until this morning, when I received photos she sent of her being abused by Derek. The handprint on her face was obvious, and the bruises on her thighs and arms were particularly noticeable. She looked like she had been badly beaten. I instinctively became worried. After all, she was my only relative left, and I couldn’t ignore her. I called her back, and just like now, she was sobbing and talking about breaking up. They had broken up and gotten back together before, but it had never been this serious. Afraid she might be abused, I agreed to let her stay with me for a couple of days. Little did I know that as soon as she arrived, Derek would show up too. I angrily tried to kick Derek out, but she cried and begged me, saying Derek owed loan sharks money and would be beaten to death if I kicked him out. She asked me to help her one more time, let them hide for a few days, saying it was too hot to find a new place now. I softened once again, telling myself this would be the last time. But I never expected that this time, they would shamelessly move in with me. Complaining that the spare room was too hot without air conditioning, saying they might get heatstroke, they made me move to the spare room. I was so hot I was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts when Derek suddenly barged into my room, his eyes roving over me lecherously. I screamed in fright. But my sister angrily accused me of trying to seduce her boyfriend. Finally, using the excuse that there wasn’t enough food, they said they were guests and told me to go out and buy groceries. They pushed me out the door. It was so hot outside that it was unbearable. I knocked on the door, begging my sister to let me in, but she said there wasn’t enough food for three people anymore, and with one less person, they could last a few more days. Better for one to die than all three. No matter how much I knocked, she wouldn’t open the door. I kept knocking persistently, but she remained coldly indifferent and never opened up. In the end, I slowly died of dehydration, feeling utterly heartbroken. “The weather bureau reports that today’s highest temperature will be 111°F. High temperatures will persist for the next week. Please take precautions against heatstroke and minimize going outdoors…” The familiar weather forecast was playing on the TV, and my sister’s sobbing came through the phone again. “Emma, Derek hit me. You won’t abandon your sister, will you?” Seeing that I didn’t respond, Lily quietly asked.

In my previous life, that feeling of thirst so intense it made my heart race, yet also chilling to the bone, rose up again. I gulped down another large glass of ice water to suppress it. Not hearing me speak, Lily’s crying grew louder, and her tone suddenly became sharp. “Emma, if I had been the one to go to college back then, would I have to beg you like this? Have you forgotten what you promised Mom and Dad?” “I’m your only sister. How can you be so heartless, watching me get beaten?” “Do you want me to make a scene every day at your home and office, telling everyone how ungrateful and inhumane you are?” Here we go again. She seems to only know how to repeat this one line over and over. I’ve helped her so much more over the years. Whenever things don’t go her way, she takes out her frustrations on me with baseless accusations. She has never shown any gratitude. Even when disaster struck in my previous life, she coldly pushed me out to die. Remembering the desperation and suffocation I felt before dying in my previous life, Lily’s cold face kept flashing before my eyes. Gripping the phone tightly, I spoke softly, “Do you really want to come stay with me?” Sensing an opportunity, Lily quickly nodded, her voice taking on a hint of joy. “He owes a ton of money and keeps hitting me. There’s no way I can keep living like this.” “Emma, I knew you were my dear sister. I knew you wouldn’t abandon me.” A smile played on my lips as I spoke again, “Sis, are you absolutely sure about this?” She seemed surprised that I hadn’t rushed out to help her like before. Her tone started to become impatient: “Emma, are you done?” I took a deep breath and finally said to let her move in three days later, as I was currently away on a business trip. She quickly agreed. In my previous life, Lily had also come over three days later. Thinking carefully about her personality, she probably wanted to rush over immediately. Even if I said I was away on a business trip, she would likely camp out in front of my building waiting for me. If I guessed correctly, Derek probably got into a fight over the money he owed and was now being held at the police station. Derek owed a ton of debt and had assaulted someone, so he was on the run hiding everywhere. Lily was waiting at home for three days for him to be released, then planning to occupy my place long-term. Since she wanted to come, let her come then.

Thinking about the unprecedented and brutal heatwave that was about to hit, I felt a chill. Most people would lose their lives in this natural disaster. Besides the food shortage, there would also be insufficient water and electricity supply in high-rise buildings, and heatstroke would be rampant. Since heaven had given me another chance, I needed to use these three days to make thorough preparations. This time, I was going to take good care of myself. First, I rented a large villa with a basement nearby. I had looked at these villas when I was house hunting before. They all came with basements. The basement temperature was cool and perfect for avoiding the heat. At the time, I thought the first floor was too dark, needing lights on day and night, so I didn’t go for it. Now in this weather, it was perfect to rent it, in case of sudden power outages later when air conditioners and fans couldn’t run normally. Also, the villa was far from others, which would draw less attention, making it convenient for me to store supplies later. As soon as I stepped inside, I felt the coolness hit me. I took out the jacket I had prepared and put it on. The male realtor who had brought me here involuntarily shivered and hugged himself, then smiled and introduced the place. “Ma’am, this is the villa with a basement you requested. Except for the poor lighting on the first floor, how do you like the rest?” He trailed off, looking at me strangely. After all, young people nowadays prefer houses with good lighting and bright rooms when renting. While I was oddly looking for a place where you couldn’t see the sun even in broad daylight and needed to turn on lights as soon as you entered. Although the weather was indeed very hot now, everyone had air conditioning at home. I paid him the money and, seeing he seemed nice, started chatting with him. “The weather is so hot. Several elderly people back home got sick with heatstroke after being outside too long. They can’t even go out to buy vegetables. This house is cool and cheap, so I can save some money too.” I’m not sure if he understood my meaning, and I couldn’t be too obvious about it. After finding the house, I continued shopping for the supplies I needed. I borrowed a small tricycle and spent most of the day going to a wholesale market about ten miles away. I bought dozens of boxes of instant noodles and canned food, and brought them home to store. Then I went to other places further away to buy some vacuum-packed vegetables and fruits. I put all these things in the basement, and finally ordered several super large refrigerators online. I also went to buy several boxes of wholesale ice cream, snacks, and so on. After staying in the basement for a while, I couldn’t help but shiver. Suddenly inspired, I bought a set of hot pot cookware. Then I went to other places to buy ingredients for hot pot, like beef, chicken, and so on. I bought quite a lot and stuffed it all into my big refrigerator, filling it to the brim. Thinking about how unpredictable people can be during disasters, for safety and self-defense, I also went to a knife shop to buy some weapons for protection, and picked up a bag of mouse traps while I was at it. Finally, thinking about the possibility of water and power outages, I bought several large water storage tanks with purifiers. I also learned online how to make a solar power panel. In addition, I stocked up on plenty of backup medicine to prevent heatstroke, just in case. Of course, I was very cautious while doing all this, afraid of drawing attention. I dressed inconspicuously and wore a baseball cap. By the time I finished all of this, three days had passed. Looking at the room full of supplies I had stockpiled, I was very satisfied. It would be enough to last half a year. In my previous life, experts on TV said the extreme heat would end in two months at most. I had stayed home eating and drinking with them for half a month, until food became scarce and I was pushed out. At this point, Lily’s call came in.

“Emma, I’m already at your door. You’re still not back?” Her breathing was a bit heavy as she spoke, likely because it was indeed very hot outside. I sat leisurely on the couch enjoying the air conditioning, and said slowly, “Sis, my car won’t arrive until tonight. Why don’t you find a coffee shop to rest in…” Before I could finish, she hung up. It was getting dark outside. I ate dinner, called a cab, and headed home. Lily was standing in the hallway outside my apartment, empty-handed. The bruises on her face hadn’t faded, and you could still see clear handprints. I didn’t rush to show concern like I used to. She brushed back her sweaty, matted hair and glared at me with fiery eyes. “Why are you only getting back now? I’ve been here for so long.” Before I could speak, she snatched my bag, took out the keys, and opened the door. She kept complaining, “I told you to make me a copy of the key.” Once inside, she immediately turned on the air conditioning and started rummaging through my fridge. She took out a large, unpeeled durian. “At least you had the decency to buy this for me.” I looked at the durian in her hands, inwardly frustrated that I had forgotten about it. I could only watch as Lily opened it up. She set aside one large, intact piece of flesh and hastily devoured the smaller pieces. When she had eaten her fill, she picked up the large piece and looked at me warily: “Emma, I’m saving this. Don’t you dare touch it.”

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Mom took out Dad’s will. It read: My entire estate is to be inherited by my eldest son, while my daughter is to handle the debts. I looked at the aged document in disbelief. My brother seemed unfazed, as if it were the most natural thing: “You’re Dad’s daughter, and there’s a saying that a daughter pays her father’s debts. You should accept your fate.” Mom nodded in agreement, “Yes, you can’t just ignore it, or we’ll take legal action against you.” I tossed the will aside. A will without proper witnesses or legal validation is nothing more than a piece of scrap paper. “Are you serious?” I not only threw the will but also stomped on it several times. Dad’s assets included an old house in the downtown area and a mere $30,000 in savings, all bequeathed to my brother. Yet they expected me to cover the $100,000 debt Dad left behind. In that moment, Mom and Brother felt like complete strangers. “How can you do this? Dad just passed away, and you want him to rest in peace with such regrets?” Brother pushed past me and carefully retrieved the will. Mom’s eyes were filled with reproach. “From childhood, haven’t I done so much for this family? How can you ignore that?” “Now you want to dump all the debt on me while you enjoy the benefits. Is that fair?” Brother scoffed, crossing his arms. “Fair? There’s no such thing as fairness in this world.” “Since Dad left a will, we have to follow it.” “Stop making a scene and figure out how to pay up, so you don’t drag us down.” Brother didn’t even finish middle school. He’s completely illiterate. To him, this will was absolute, and I had to obey it. Mom and Dad didn’t have much education either. They thought they could control me with a simple will. Mom added her voice to the conversation. “Cora, don’t be stubborn.” “We have no choice. Your brother is the breadwinner and needs to inherit the family business.” “You need to make some sacrifices to help the family through this tough time.” Mom’s words struck me hard, making me see reality clearly. To her, I was just a pawn to be sacrificed at will. I once thought Mom loved me dearly. Dad never liked me and was often harsh with me. Whenever I was upset, it was Mom who comforted me. She often said we were family, and families fight and make up. Dad often abused Mom, and I was the one who protected her. At that time, I believed Mom and I were both victims in the family. I thought we needed to support each other. So, I worked hard in school, hoping to succeed and take care of Mom. I took a deep breath, trying to hold back my tears. “This will is invalid. The court won’t recognize it, and neither will I.” “How dare you refuse?” Brother kicked the table angrily, his face contorted with rage. It seemed like he would hit me any second. Mom stopped him, turning to me with tears in her eyes. “Cora, why are you being so unreasonable?” “We’re family. If you make a scene, people will laugh at us.” Those tears would have broken my heart before. But now, I only felt deep sadness. “Mom, it’s not me being unreasonable. You’re being too much!” “You only think about Brother. Have you ever considered me?” “Do you know how much a $100,000 debt burdens me?” Brother glared at me, gritting his teeth: “Stop playing the victim. Just because you studied a few more years doesn’t make you special. Dad’s will is clear; you have to accept it!” He stepped forward, ready to charge. I fearlessly met his gaze, standing tall. “Don’t try anything! If you touch me again, I’ll call the police!” At the mention of “police,” Brother and Mom’s faces turned pale. They never expected me, always obedient, to resist so firmly. Mom’s tears flowed unchecked, trying to use family ties to sway me. “Cora, are you really going to be so heartless?” “We’re your family. How can you turn against us for money?” My voice was filled with sorrow: “If you insist on forcing me, then see you in court.”

With that, I turned and left, ignoring their shouts behind me. Back in my apartment. I collapsed onto the floor, tears finally flowing freely. After crying for a long time, I calmed down and started thinking of a plan. I contacted a professional lawyer and explained the situation in detail. The lawyer listened, frowning. He said the will had major issues with authenticity and legality. Especially putting all the debt on me, clearly against the law. The will was invalid. Hearing this, I felt a weight lift off my shoulders. During this time, Mom and Brother bombarded me with messages. They accused me of being unfilial, saying I’d grown independent. My sister-in-law pretended to advise me not to make things ugly. I ignored them all. Until one day, I came home after work. I found the door wide open. I thought it was a break-in and was about to call the police. Then I heard a familiar voice. It was my nephew’s voice. “I like this cat, I want to take it home.” Hearing my nephew’s voice, I was startled. I rushed inside. The living room was a mess, clothes and books scattered everywhere. Mom, Brother, and Sister-in-law stood in the center. My nephew crouched in a corner, trying to grab my cat. The kitten struggled, crying out. “What are you doing?” I shouted angrily, my voice echoing in the empty room. Mom was startled by my shout, a flash of panic on her face. But she quickly returned to her self-righteous demeanor. “Cora, how can you talk like that?” “We’re your family, can’t we come to see you?” Mom spoke while picking up a piece of clothing from the floor, casually folding it and placing it on the sofa. “Do you need to turn my house upside down to visit?” “And who let you allow the kid to grab my cat?” I quickly went to my nephew, gently taking the cat from his arms. “Auntie’s stingy, I just wanted to play.” My nephew pouted, looking unhappy. “Alright, alright, he’s just a kid, why argue with him?” Sister-in-law pretended to smooth things over. “We came today to talk things out. We’re family, no need to make it like this.” “Talk about what? About me paying off the debt?” “Yes, it’s Dad’s wish. You can’t ignore it.” “Get out, I have nothing to say to you.” Brother, who had been silent, turned grim at my words. Suddenly, he stepped forward. “The will is from Dad. You think just saying it’s invalid will make it go away?” “You have to pay Dad’s debts, or you’ll be an ungrateful traitor!” I pointed to the door, yelling: “The debt allocation is unfair. I’m not stupid enough to inherit it. Get out!” “Cora, don’t talk to your brother like that.” Mom played the family card again. “We have no choice. Your brother’s business failed, and he owes a lot.” “Help us carry this debt, and we’ll treat you well in the future.” I couldn’t help but laugh. “The future? Do you think I still believe you?” Mom has said “in the future” too many times. “But when has it ever come true? Every time you coax and deceive me, making me pay for your greed!” Mom once asked me to give her my paycheck, promising to save it for me. But last year, when I got sick and asked for some money, she said it was gone, used for Brother’s business. She said Brother would pay me back… Things like this happened so often in recent years.

Mom opened her mouth to argue but was silenced by my sharp gaze. She looked down, hands nervously twisting her clothes. Brother’s face turned red, veins bulging on his forehead like an angry bull. “You heartless brat, if you don’t agree to pay today, you’ll regret it!” Sister-in-law, instead of stopping him, fanned the flames. “Exactly, you can’t be so selfish. Think about the family.” The kitten trembled in my arms, letting out frightened cries. I gently soothed it. “Try anything, and I’ll call the police. You’ll regret it!” “Your wings have hardened, huh, you little brat?” He gritted his teeth but didn’t dare to lay a hand on me. We stood in a standoff until he suddenly smashed a cup on the table to the ground. With a loud crash, glass shattered everywhere. My nephew jumped, hiding behind Sister-in-law. “You think calling the police will solve anything? You can’t escape this debt!” “Fine, let the police sort it out. Let’s see what they do about you trespassing, vandalizing, and threatening others!” I gently stroked it, feeling a pang of sympathy. “You dare lay a finger on me? I’ll call the police, and you’ll regret it!” “Think you’re all grown up now, you brat?” He was seething with anger but didn’t dare make a move. After a tense standoff, he suddenly smashed the cup from the coffee table onto the floor. With a loud crash, glass shards flew everywhere. My little nephew was startled and quickly hid behind my sister-in-law. “You think calling the police will sort this out? You’re not getting away from this debt!” “Fine, let the police come and see how they handle your trespassing, destruction, and threats!” When “call the police” was mentioned, my mom’s face turned ashen. She rushed over, grabbing my hand. “Sweetie, don’t call the police. It’s my fault, let’s talk this over.” Even my sister-in-law panicked, her fake smile fading into a worried expression. My little nephew, frightened by the scene, started crying loudly. I wasn’t swayed and clearly stated the address on the phone. They were too late to stop me and could only watch me with anger. Soon, the police arrived. I explained the situation in detail. The police inspected the damage to the house and checked the threatening messages on my phone. “Your actions are illegal.” The officer said sternly, “Breaking into someone’s home and making threats is a legal matter.” My mom and sister-in-law began pleading, while my brother stayed silent with his head down. “Because this is your first offense and the victim is considering not pressing charges, you must leave immediately and never harass her again.” Under police supervision, my mom and sister-in-law exchanged reluctant glances. My brother clenched his fists, seemingly wanting to lash out, but held back. “Fine, see if we care!” He gritted his teeth, spitting out his words, “Don’t expect us to be there for you anymore!” With that, he pulled my nephew and headed for the door. My mom and sister-in-law quickly followed. At the door, my mom glanced back at me. Her eyes seemed to carry a glimmer of hope, but I ignored her. With a heavy thud, the door slammed shut. I sat on the floor, hugging my cat, tears once again blurring my vision. I thought I had scared them off this time. But I didn’t expect them to escalate things. It was the weekend when I received a message from my mom. “I’ve been thinking these past few days. We’re family; you shouldn’t bear all the debt alone.” “We plan to sell the house to repay the debt.” I was skeptical. “Your aunt is also here. She rarely visits; you should come too.” I couldn’t refuse anymore. The family had pressured me to drop out of school early. My aunt covered my living expenses in high school. In college, I relied on student loans and part-time jobs. Without my aunt, I couldn’t have even finished high school. So my aunt is very important to me. “Okay.” To ensure everything was safe. I sent a message to my aunt, asking if she was really going back. She replied: Yes. Relieved, I packed my things to go back. I didn’t realize this decision would almost ruin me. When I returned to the old house that night. Everyone was there. The food was ready, neatly placed on the dining table. My aunt warmly greeted me as I came in. Even the others, usually so harsh, smiled and greeted me. Even my usually bossy brother was speaking kindly. No matter how I looked at it, it felt strange. I got goosebumps. I didn’t feel touched, just uneasy. But with my aunt there, I felt a bit calmer. She pulled me to the dining table. She sat next to me, occasionally glancing my way. “Our Sweetie has grown up beautifully.” For some reason, I felt like my aunt was looking at me like I was prey for sale. But I quickly told myself I was overthinking it.

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To prevent me from competing with my stepsister for the gold medal in the dance competition, my fiancé used a crane to lift me to the second floor and then threw me off. My brother was even more ruthless, hitting me with his sports car and sending me flying. I lay there, bleeding and crying, begging them to save my child. But my fiancé remained indifferent: “A child? It’s better gone. That way, you can focus on your sadness and not interfere with Nora winning the award.” I passed out, and when I woke up, I saw my stepsister’s social media post. She was on stage holding the medal that should have been mine, with my brother and fiancé protectively flanking her. The post read: “Thanks to my two princes for their protection, even a little princess like me, who doesn’t aim high, got the gold medal!” My brother and fiancé commented: “Anyone who stands in Nora’s way must perish.” I stared for a moment before silently liking her post. Nobody knows,I came here to complete the tasks assigned to me by the system. Now it’s time to leave. “System, I want to leave this world.”

[Host is about to complete the pain point task.] [The male lead and the second male lead will soon see the true nature of the female supporting character and awaken. Are you sure you want to abandon all your progress?] “Yes.” I lay in a pool of blood, softly murmuring: “I don’t want it. I don’t want my brother, and I don’t want Ezra.” “Ah—” As I spoke, a sharp pain pierced through me. I barely opened my eyes to see my brother, Gideon, sneering as he stomped on my stomach. “Save… the child…” My child… The pain contorted my face, yet my brother withdrew his foot disdainfully. “Playing the pregnancy card again?” “I told you if you dared to make Nora cry, I’d make you bleed. Have you learned your lesson now?” Ezra stood indifferent too. “If the child is lost, it’s for the best. I promised Nora that I’d marry you but only have children with her.” “Mabel, be good, don’t make things difficult for me.” “A little blood won’t kill you; reflect on it right here.” With that, they left without looking back. I watched their retreating figures, feeling the blood draining away beneath me. My body grew colder. My child… I’m sorry, Mom. I shouldn’t have. Maybe I was destined to be a lonely star. In my original world, I was an orphan. Ill and without money for treatment, I waited quietly for death. Then the system found me. It said that if I completed the predetermined plot tasks of the novel, the family in the novel would become my real family. Then, I would be the happiest person. I believed it and became the youngest daughter of the Gideon family, Mabel. At first, I was happy. My parents were loving, my brother cherished me, and Ezra and I were fond of each other. Until Mom died. Dad quickly brought back a woman, and with her, he only cared about her child—Nora. I hated them for making Dad forget Mom and my brother and me. Back then, my brother and I were united against them. Ezra promised he would love me forever. But promises were fleeting. I had been bound by family ties for too long, and at this moment. I suddenly didn’t want them anymore. As darkness overtook my consciousness, a cold familiar voice sounded: [Child successfully miscarried. Congratulations, Host, on achieving two-thirds of the pain point task.]

I was in the operating room for a day and night. After a week in the hospital, Ezra and my brother finally remembered me. Because the stepmother’s birthday was approaching, she wanted the family to reunite, so I was “brought” home. In the luxurious living room, Nora’s sweet and coquettish voice could be heard from time to time. A servant brought a birthday cake to the table, and Nora coyly said she made it herself and even hurt her hand, so they shouldn’t dislike it. Ezra grabbed her hand angrily, scolding her for hurting herself again. His expression was stern, yet he couldn’t hide the tenderness in his voice. Nora playfully stuck out her tongue. My brother looked at her with a face full of affection. Dad and stepmother smiled with kindness. My vision suddenly blurred, making it difficult to see. I reached up to touch my face, only to find my fingertips wet. “Sister finally came back.” “Today is Mom’s birthday. You won’t blame us for not waiting to eat with you, will you?” Nora saw me and smiled brightly, though her eyes shone with obvious provocation and ridicule. Everyone in the room turned to look at me. “Are you mute? Why don’t you speak when you come in?” Seeing me, Dad’s smile faded. Seeing me standing at the door motionless, my brother also impatiently scolded, “What are you standing there for? Don’t you see everyone waiting for you? When will you change your spoiled princess attitude?” I blinked, holding back tears, clutching my aching stomach, and limped over with my injured leg. Ezra saw my movements and frowned, “You’re hurt?” It might have been my imagination, but there was a trace of concern in his voice. My brother glanced at me and then sneered, “She’s pretending again. Ever since Nora came, she’s always like this.” Hearing this, the concern in Ezra’s eyes disappeared, replaced by the familiar disdain. “How long do you plan to keep this act up? How many times have I told you, Nora is just a young girl. She lost her dad, came with her mom to your house, and has been living cautiously. It’s normal for her to rely more on me and Gideon. You have everything. Why can’t you give her a little?” I gave a bitter smile. I have everything? Since Nora and her mother arrived, Dad became colder towards me, and my brother grew to dislike me more. Even Ezra, who used to be devoted to me, gradually sided with Nora. “Ezra, she lost her dad, but I lost my mom.” “Later she got a dad, and I lost my dad.” “Slap!” As soon as I finished speaking, the next second, Dad slapped me across the face. He glared at me: “Your old man isn’t dead yet!” But whether alive or dead, is there a difference? I held my cheek, silently weeping: “I lost my brother, my fiancé.” “And my child.” Ezra looked at me, and there seemed to be some reluctance in his eyes. Suddenly, Nora choked on her sobs. “Sister, are you blaming me?” “Sister, I’m sorry. Then I’ll just go die!” “Nora!” Ezra and my brother immediately rushed to embrace her. I watched the smugness in her eyes, watching their anxious faces. “Mabel, you never change.” “Falling from only the second floor, do you really need to play the victim in front of us?” I stared at him blankly, feeling the pain creeping in. Before, I would’ve cried and begged him to believe me. But now, I didn’t want to explain anymore. I closed my eyes, looking at my brother with one last bit of hope. “My leg is broken.” “The doctor said I can never dance again.” My brother didn’t even look at me, indulgently watching Nora: “That’s just as well. Nora won’t have to hide under the covers crying about you winning dance awards anymore.”

Nora shyly stomped her foot, “I never cried under the covers, brother, you’re so annoying.” Laughter from the family filled the hall. I stood there frozen, my vision starting to blur again. When I was in school, I won an award for dancing, and Nora cried all night. My brother threw away all my dance costumes and shoes, forbidding me to dance anymore. My heart grew colder with every beat. “Alright, let’s eat!” Ezra saw my expression, a hint of reluctance flashing on his face. He pulled me to sit next to him, “Don’t be stubborn. Once your leg heals, we’ll get married.” If it were the old me hearing this, I would’ve jumped up in joy and hugged him. But now, my heart was unusually calm. Nora gave me a look full of jealousy, quickly hiding her emotions, and smiled as she pushed the cake in front of me. “Sister, today is Mom’s birthday. It’s rare for our family to be together.” I lowered my gaze and spoke softly, “My mom’s been dead a long time. Her memorial day isn’t today.” Nora was at a loss for words. The stepmother graciously tried to smooth things over. “You child, your sister rarely comes back. As a younger sister, how can you not know to yield a bit?” My gaze landed on the stepmother’s neck, staring at the familiar and precious emerald necklace. Sensing my look, the stepmother straightened up and intentionally touched the necklace. That was my mom’s favorite thing. Once she was gone, it was safely kept in a safe. I never thought it would appear around the stepmother’s neck. “This is my mom’s. Why are you wearing it?” I lunged madly to snatch it away. The stepmother pretended to be scared and stepped back, yet when no one was looking, she whispered mockingly in my ear: “Your mom couldn’t win against me, and neither will you against my daughter. Everything you and your mom had will be ours sooner or later.” My eyes turned red, and I squeezed her neck tightly. Everyone finally reacted and rushed to separate us. The stepmother leaned tearfully against Dad. Dad, feeling sorry for her, pointed at me and cursed. “You rebellious daughter, your mom’s been dead a long time. I gave the necklace to your Aunt Fiona. If you’ve got a problem, take it out on me.” I rushed forward desperately, trying to snatch it away. My stepmother feigned fear and stepped back. But when no one was looking, she whispered mockingly in my ear, “Your mother couldn’t defeat me, and neither will you against my daughter. Everything that belongs to you and your mother will eventually be ours.” Fury welled up inside me, and I tightened my grip on her neck. Only then did the others react, rushing over to separate us. My stepmother collapsed into Dad’s arms, sobbing. Dad, sympathetic to her, pointed at me and shouted. “You ungrateful daughter, your mom’s long gone. I gave that necklace to Aunt Fiona. If you have a problem, take it up with me.” “Apologize to your Aunt Fiona, or leave this house. I don’t have a daughter like you.” My brother kicked my chair, “Mom and Nora kindly brought you back to reunite, and here you are causing trouble. Is that what you want?” I looked at him defiantly, my face pale. “That’s Mom’s necklace. Why should the other woman wear it?” “Brother, do you still remember Mom?” My brother froze. In a fit of rage, Dad flipped the table and threw a cup at me. “You rebellious daughter, get out!” Ezra and my brother immediately shielded Nora. Blood trickled down my forehead, blurring my vision, and dizziness overwhelmed me. Before I lost consciousness, Ezra rushed over and caught me.

I woke up the next day. I found myself back in the hospital, and the wound on my forehead had been treated. Turning my head, I saw a haggard, pale face reflected clearly in the window. I numbly removed the bandage, revealing a long, deep wound stretching from my forehead to my cheekbone, raw and bloody. [Congratulations, Host, on completing the task of disfigurement.] Touching my ruined face, my throat tightened. “Where are Ezra and my brother?” [Nora was frightened, and her depression relapsed. Your fiancé and brother are by her side, not leaving for a moment.] [And…] The system hesitated but ultimately said nothing, only comforting me: [Host, just hang on a little longer. No matter what they do, once you finish the abuse plot, they’ll realize you’re the only one they love. Then you can enjoy their love and live happily ever after.] Happily ever after, huh? I tugged at the corners of my mouth, saying nothing. I used to believe Ezra and my brother would eventually see through Nora and her mother’s facade. I compromised again and again. But now I finally understand. This so-called happiness is twisted. I don’t want this kind of happiness anymore. When I got home from the hospital, Ezra was resting with his eyes closed on the sofa. His expensive suit jacket was casually thrown aside. He looked utterly exhausted. As I got closer, I could faintly smell Nora’s perfume on him. Hearing my movement, he opened his eyes and looked at me in confusion. “Why are you back? Why aren’t you staying at the hospital?” I lowered my head and said nothing, trying to pass by him to my room. He suddenly grabbed my wrist, somewhat angrily asking, “Mabel, I’m talking to you. What’s your problem now?” My foot injury hadn’t healed yet, and his forceful tug made me gasp in pain. Seeing my gritted teeth, Ezra stood up and stared at me. “Is it because of your face, or are you mad about last time?” “It was just a small lesson. Is it really a big deal?” So, in his eyes, throwing me from a height causing a miscarriage and a broken leg, and forcing me to kneel and apologize to Nora was just a small lesson? I looked at him with red eyes, filled with grief and anger, “A small matter? You think causing my miscarriage and breaking my leg is a small matter? Is Nora’s mood more important than that?” That so-called small matter in his words killed my child and made it impossible for me to dance again. But just because Nora was upset, he was so anxious. Ezra had never seen me so out of control. After a moment of surprise, his tone became a bit impatient. “The doctor said it won’t affect your walking in the future. If you can’t dance, then don’t. Just be Mrs. Ezra after we get married.” “Miscarriage? Even if you never get pregnant again, Nora will have kids for you.” “Then you can raise her kids.” He frowned as he spoke, wanting to say more, but his gaze softened when he saw the scar on my face, “As for the scar on your face, just leave it. Don’t treat it.” “You’re prettier than Nora, which makes her feel inferior. Now that you’re disfigured, it’s just in time for my engagement party with her.” “You can be the bridesmaid, so you don’t steal her spotlight.” I stared at Ezra, dumbfounded. Even though I was used to his favoritism toward Nora, my heart still ached. “What am I then?” “What does our relationship mean?” Ezra moved his lips but remained silent for a long time before saying: “Just be good.” He seemed to want to say more, but his phone rang suddenly. As he answered, his expression grew more and more serious, and his gaze toward me became increasingly complicated. On the other end, I could hear my brother’s excited voice, “There’s hope; Nora can be saved… the same rare blood type…” My heart skipped a beat, and I felt a foreboding sense of doom. At that moment, the system suddenly shouted, “Host, run!”

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The day before Valentine’s Day, I found a booking for a romantic hotel on my wife Celeste’s phone. I was overjoyed, thinking she had planned a surprise for me. But on the day itself, Celeste claimed she had a business trip and didn’t return home that night. It wasn’t until the hotel confirmation was accidentally sent to my phone that I called her with trembling hands. When the call connected, it was Celeste’s cherished first love, Finn, who appeared shirtless, looking at me disdainfully. “She’s still in the shower. Why don’t you call back later?” he said. I drove frantically to the hotel, and in the midst of our argument, Celeste didn’t hesitate to throw a vase at me. Before I completely lost consciousness, Finn stomped on my head in anger. “I’m not done yet, you loser! You ruined everything!” At that moment, my heart broke, and five years of feelings turned to dust. When Celeste called, I was carefully preparing a homemade meal. But when she said she had to work late and couldn’t come home, my actions froze, and my mood plummeted. “I’m sorry, honey. I’ll make it up to you with a gift. Please don’t be mad, okay?” “The company is paying double overtime today, plus other bonuses. I really don’t want to miss out.” After a moment, I sighed and replied, “But you promised you’d be back this morning. I made all your favorite dishes, and you…” Before I could finish, Celeste interrupted. “I said I’m sorry. What more do you want? Nolan, can you give me some space? Stop being so annoying.” Fireworks and cheers sounded from afar, lively and cheerful. But I only felt heartbroken. I quietly said “okay” and ended the call. All these dishes were Celeste’s favorites, and it took me three hours to make them. I tried everything to win her over, but now it seems it was all for nothing. A sour feeling spread through my heart as I sat alone, eating. Ten minutes later, my phone rang again. Thinking it was Celeste, I opened it, only to find a hotel check-in confirmation. My heart sank. I had indeed seen that romantic hotel booking on Celeste’s phone a few days ago. At that time, I thought it was a surprise she had planned and didn’t mention it. But now… I frowned and shakily called Celeste via video. After ringing several times, it finally connected. But it was Finn’s face, Celeste’s first love, that appeared on the screen. He was shirtless, looking at me impatiently. “Celeste is still in the shower. Call back later.” Behind him was the hotel’s big bed, with their clothes thrown together messily. I couldn’t believe it and questioned him, “Why are you two together? Don’t you know she’s married? Do you have any morals?” Finn smirked coldly at my words. “Morals? Are you serious, Nolan? Can’t even keep your woman, and now you’re blaming me?” “Besides, what can a guy like you, living off her, compare with me?” He hung up right after. Sitting in the chair, tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.

Celeste and I dated for two years and have been married for five. Before this incident, our relationship was good. She worked while I handled house chores. That was because her dad had cancer and needed someone to take care of him. Celeste couldn’t, so she forced me to quit my job. I took care of her dad for two years, and when I returned to work, my position was taken. Celeste said we didn’t need kids yet and her earnings were enough. So, she wanted me to continue managing the household. She gave me $2,000 a month for groceries, which wasn’t enough for rent and utilities. I was embarrassed to keep asking, so I took on freelance design work. Fortunately, my knowledge from back then helped, and I gradually became more financially stable, even saving $20,000. I didn’t feel I owed her anything. But now, in Celeste’s eyes, I’m just a man living off her. Thinking back to her recent coldness, I felt something was off. She must have reconnected with Finn, and I just noticed today. I went downstairs, drove to the hotel, and punched Finn in the face when the door opened. Finn and Celeste dated in college, but he dumped her for a rich girl. He even badmouthed Celeste behind her back, calling her a desperate admirer. Celeste was caught in a whirlwind of public opinion, almost getting depressed. I helped her out of it, yet they conspired together again. Finn lay on the ground, cursing at me, “Nolan, you really have the nerve to come here?” “You, a man living off her, can’t give Celeste happiness, and you dare hit me!” I was furious, pummeling him and venting all my grievances. Finn’s defiance turned into low pleas for mercy. Just as I was about to let him go, a sharp pain hit my head from behind. Celeste smashed a vase over my head, without hesitation. I collapsed amidst the vase shards. Celeste didn’t spare me a glance, helping Finn up with tears in her voice. “Finn, are you okay? If you’re hurt, my heart would break.” With the last bit of consciousness, I reached for my head, feeling blood on my hand. My shoulder and arm were cut by the vase shards, and I let out a small cry of pain. Celeste looked at me, her eyes full of malice and resentment. She was barely dressed, just wrapped in a bathrobe, her rhythm disrupted by me. “Nolan, let’s divorce. I’ve wanted out for a while now. You brought this on yourself.” Finn, regaining his strength, kicked me, “If you hadn’t interrupted, I’d be done by now. It’s all your fault, damn it.” “You were acting tough earlier, weren’t you? Come on, keep hitting.” On the verge of passing out, I struggled to pull out my phone to call for help. Celeste thought I was calling the police and snatched it away. “It’s just a hit. Do you have to act like you’re dying? Nolan, you’re useless.” “I didn’t even use much force, and you…” She smashed my phone on the ground, shattering the screen. My vision blurred, then I lost consciousness entirely.

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital bed. Celeste sat nearby, looking at me with a complicated expression. “Nolan, you’re finally awake. It was my fault today. I was too impatient. Don’t take it to heart.” My head was still throbbing, and I coldly stared at her, unsure what game Celeste was playing now. “The doctor said you’ll be fine after a few days of rest. I took time off to stay with you, okay?” Celeste said, offering me a nutritious meal to drink. I turned my head away. “Celeste, what’s the point of all this? You’re the one who cheated. You want a divorce, and now you’re trying to appease me?!” “I don’t need you with me. Go find Finn. He’s your true love.” In the past, whenever we fought, I would always be the one to apologize first. Now, Celeste’s first attempt at reconciliation was ignored by me, and her face soured. She slammed the meal box down, questioning me with tears, “Can’t I make a mistake? We didn’t even do anything, yet you don’t trust me?” “Dad called today, saying he’s in the hospital again and wants you to care for him. Even if you don’t want to see me, at least visit him!” My expression darkened, so this was her plan. Cancer caretakers are expensive, but if it’s me, they save a lot of money. Years ago, I had no choice but to care for her dad. Spending money and effort, enduring the filth. But all I got was their ingratitude. Now, even with divorce looming, Celeste wants me to be the sucker again. “I’m not going, Celeste. Let’s divorce.” I said bluntly, “Your dad’s illness is none of my concern. I’ll prepare the divorce papers. Make sure to sign them.” Upon hearing this, Celeste lost her patience. She stood up, looking down at me, “You’re not going to divorce me, Nolan. I know you’re just sulking.” “You barged in and hit him. I only acted to prevent Finn from causing trouble later. Can’t you use your brain?” With that, the hospital room fell silent. I closed my eyes, unwilling to argue with her. Celeste had struck hard enough to knock me out. If it wasn’t to vent for Finn, why would she be so determined? Now she claimed it was to protect me. How laughable. “You don’t really want a divorce, do you, Nolan? I know you’re just upset with me.” “When you barged in and started hitting, I only fought back because I was worried that Finn would hold it against you later. Can’t you use some common sense?” The hospital room suddenly fell so silent you could hear a pin drop. I closed my eyes, not wanting to argue with her anymore. At that time, Celeste didn’t hold back and knocked me out cold. If she wasn’t trying to stand up for her beloved Finn, then why else would she be so determined? Now she claims it was to protect me—how ridiculous. “Nolan, we’ve been together for nearly nine years. You’re more than just a lover to me; you’re family.” “I just sought some excitement because our marriage had become mundane. I promise it won’t happen again.” “Can’t you forgive me this once?” Celeste held my hand, looking at me sincerely. The depth and tenderness in her eyes seemed genuine. “Nolan, the gift I got you is arriving soon. I’ll go get it for you; you’re going to love it.” I didn’t respond, just felt utterly drained. Five minutes later, Celeste was back. She placed a pair of diamond rings in front of me. “I know you’ve always wanted these, so I secretly ordered them to surprise you.” “Nolan, I hope you can be happy every day and stay by my side forever.” For a moment, I hesitated. Could it really be, as she said, that we just lost some excitement? Nine years of feelings—I don’t want to give up easily. Seeing my expression soften, Celeste smiled and placed my hand on her cheek. “Honey, rest well. Once you’re discharged, we can go visit Dad together.” “Don’t worry, I know you’re tired of taking care of him alone. I’ll take turns with you.” I nodded, “Just remember, don’t contact Finn anymore.” Hearing this, Celeste remained expressionless, “You still don’t trust me? I’ve sworn, honey. Just rest.” In the following days, Celeste stayed by my side without leaving. She even let me check her phone, which gradually eased my suspicions. Until one night, I didn’t drink the warm milk she brought me. But her phone call woke me up. Celeste, with her back to me, was flirting with Finn by the window. “Why so anxious? Nolan will be discharged soon, then we can meet.” “My dad’s bone marrow only matches his. I’ll keep him happy for now, and it’ll be easier to ask him later.” “Even if he disagrees, it’s fine. The sleeping pills you gave work great. I’ve fed him for five days, and he sleeps like a log. Worst case, we’ll do the transplant first and let him know later.” Finn chuckled on the other end. “If it weren’t for his remaining usefulness, why would I let you stay with him and endure this?” “Celeste, I’m going crazy missing you. Come down and meet me, okay? I’ve got a hotel nearby.” Celeste pretended to refuse a few times before quickly packing and leaving. Heartbroken and humiliated, I couldn’t breathe properly. These past few days, she’d been giving me warm milk, claiming it helped me sleep, but it was just to test the drugs. I pulled out my phone and booked a flight abroad. Then I messaged my good friend Leo, a lawyer, to draft a divorce agreement for me.

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I have a husband who is not only handsome and wealthy but also loves me dearly. Not long after we got married, my sister-in-law was diagnosed with liver cancer and needed a transplant. After testing, I was the only compatible donor in the family. But shortly after the transplant, my sister-in-law passed away due to rejection. My mother-in-law and husband blamed me for her death and sent me down to join her. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day I was supposed to sign the donation agreement. I threw down the pen and said, “I’ll donate, but what are you willing to give in return?” Your lives, perhaps? My husband, Declan Turner, looked at me with sudden anger. “Didn’t we agree that if you save Nora, our whole family will be eternally grateful?” “Nora is so close to you. You wouldn’t want to see her lose her life so young, would you?” When I stayed silent, he resorted to emotional blackmail again. Never mentioning what they’d offer me, just expecting me to give up half my liver to save his sister. My mother-in-law, Beatrix Carter, looked like she was about to start shouting. I tapped the agreement on the table, and she closed her mouth. She took a deep breath and said, “Cora, are you worried about something? Tell me, and I’ll fix it for you.” Only then did I slowly speak up, “Mom, didn’t I say? You know there are risks with donating. I need something in return.” “Nothing will happen. The expert we found is top-notch and won’t let anything go wrong. Besides, everything I have will eventually be yours.” She pretended to act in my best interest. In my past life, I was fooled by this facade, signed the liver donation agreement, and ended up being killed by this heartless family. I met my husband by chance. One day after work, a creep was following me, and he saved me. After finding out I was single, he pursued me relentlessly. He said it was love at first sight. He sent flowers to my office every day and took me out to dinner. He took me out on weekends. He was completely devoted to me. My coworkers were all envious. After all, I was an orphan girl, and he was not only handsome and kind but also a modestly wealthy businessman. It seemed like I had a stroke of luck. He was eight years older than me and said he’d been busy building his career and hadn’t found the right person. After meeting me, he felt it was time to marry. I was skeptical about such good fortune, but he said his family consulted fortune tellers, and not marrying this year would affect his business. Business people often believe in this. Under his persuasion, we quickly got married. The first time I met my sister-in-law, she was very affectionate, constantly calling me “sister-in-law” and personally made a gift for me. My mother-in-law also gave me several sets of valuable jewelry on our wedding day, and the attendees praised how kind his family was to me. I didn’t notice anything wrong. Shortly after the wedding, my mother-in-law tearfully told us my sister-in-law had liver cancer and needed a liver transplant to survive. My husband said we should ask all relatives to do a compatibility test, to see if anyone could donate, as donating a liver wouldn’t affect one’s life. Under their persuasion, I naively went for the test. My husband reassured me it was just for show for his mom and unlikely to succeed. But I was the only successful match. My mother-in-law tearfully said her husband had passed away a few years ago, and now all her focus was on her two children. Declan was married, so she wasn’t worried, but Nora was so young. If she died, how could she live? She implied that if I didn’t save her, it would be my fault if Nora died. My husband promised it was just a liver donation, not dangerous, and they’d be grateful to me forever. All their property would be ours in the future. I said I didn’t marry him for his money. Upon hearing this, he was even more patient and caring. But he constantly looked troubled in front of me. Feeling sorry for him, I softened and agreed. But my sister-in-law still didn’t survive the rejection after surgery. My mother-in-law blamed my liver for being bad, causing my sister-in-law’s death, and hit me, completely ignoring that I had just donated my liver and was recovering from surgery. I thought my husband would be reasonable and went to him. I found him and his ex-girlfriend discussing how to get rid of me. Turns out I was just a tool they had planned to use to save his sister. In shock, I dropped my phone, alerting the two inside. Afraid of being exposed, my husband personally pushed me down the stairs, saying his sister would be lonely underground and since I was so good to her, I should go down and continue taking care of her. Perhaps the heavens couldn’t tolerate this family’s actions and gave me a chance to start over. This time, I will make them pay.

Thinking of this, I looked at my eager husband, pretending to hesitate. “But what if after the surgery, I’m not well, and you end up disliking me?” Hearing my concession, my husband and mother-in-law both relaxed. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep an eye on him. If he ever wrongs you, I won’t recognize him as my son,” my mother-in-law promised. I picked up the pen, and they thought I was going to sign. They exchanged a glance, smiles forming. I spun the pen in my hand but didn’t sign. “Cora, as long as you sign, all our property will be yours,” Declan promised. “If it’s going to be mine eventually, why not transfer it to me first? Then I’ll feel assured.” Their smiles froze. It took a while for Declan to find his voice. “We’re all family. I said I’ll give it to you later, so why aren’t you assured?” “I trust you, husband. But I’m just nervous about the surgery. Since it’s all going to be mine, let me feel at ease first.” I suggested kindly. Then, I excused myself to the restroom to take care of something. I left the room for the mother and son. When I returned, they had come to an agreement. Knowing them, they were either planning to manipulate the gift contract or plotting how to quietly get rid of me after the donation. … As soon as I entered, Declan approached. “I’ll give you two houses in my name. Sign this first, and I’ll transfer them to you later, okay?” “No, I need the house first to feel at ease.” They were anxious, but I wasn’t. Seeing my insistence, they had to go back and sign the property transfer agreement. I deliberately chose the notary office to sign. My husband and mother-in-law wore sullen expressions. “What do you mean by this, are you afraid we won’t keep our promise?” my mother-in-law asked angrily. “No, you misunderstood. I just don’t know much and thought this place was convenient. Let’s sign quickly so we can go to the hospital.” With the big promise hanging in front of them, they reluctantly completed the gift contract under the staff’s guidance.

On the way to the hospital, I casually mentioned, “After the surgery, I won’t be able to work for a long time. Without money, I’ll be in a bad mood.” My mother-in-law, who had a sullen face the whole way, retorted without kindness. “Didn’t you just get two houses worth over ten million? How can you have no money?” “Then should I sell the houses?” I pretended to get out to sell the houses. My mother-in-law rolled her eyes in exasperation. My husband quickly appeased me, “I still have a credit card, I’ll give it to you when we get back.” Only then did I sit back, satisfied. When we arrived at the hospital, they flanked me, afraid I would run away. Sigh, their vision is too narrow. This is just the beginning. In the office, they kept their eyes fixed on me. The doctor, seeing their urgency, repeatedly confirmed if I was volunteering. Seeing Declan and his mother’s tense expressions, I paused. Until their faces darkened, ready to hit me, I said I was volunteering. The doctor instructed me to rest and keep calm for the pre-surgery examination in a few days. I agreed to everything. Once the signing was complete, they were finally relieved. Back home, I immediately asked my husband for the money. Since the houses were already given, he saw no point in making me unhappy over the money and handed it over willingly. Happy, I used the excuse of being unable to go out a few days before surgery to go shopping with my best friend. I spent over a million on the credit card in one day. Declan called many times, but I didn’t answer. Leisurely, I took my spoils and had hot pot with my best friend before heading back. On the couch, Declan was suppressing his anger. “Where did you go? Why didn’t you answer my calls?” “I bought some things,” I replied nonchalantly, kicking off my shoes and slipping into comfy slippers. “Lin Wei, I’d like to know, what did you buy that cost over a million?” he asked angrily. The Turner family is modestly wealthy, running a company that makes a few million a year. Over the years, they’ve accumulated assets worth tens of millions. Spending so much in one day made him feel the pinch. “Jewelry!” I waved the shopping bags. “Didn’t you say before the wedding that you didn’t have time to buy anything, and we could buy it after? I happened to have time today.” He was speechless. Before the wedding, he kept saying he was busy and promised to go shopping with me later. In my last life, until my death, I never received anything. The Turner Family is moderately wealthy, owning a company that earns millions each year. Over the years, they have accumulated assets worth tens of millions. Although I spent a large amount in a single day, he still felt the financial strain. “Jewelry!” I said, holding up the shopping bag. “Didn’t you say before our marriage that there was no time to buy it, and that we could go shopping after the wedding? I just had some time today, so I went ahead and bought it.” He was at a loss for words. Before the wedding, he always used the excuse of being busy, promising to go with me afterward. In my previous life, I never received anything until the day I died. “Oh, by the way, Mom said to give me the jewelry she set aside for me. I bought a safe, and it would look nice to keep them together,” I added, as if reminded. In my previous life, my mother-in-law pretended to care for me, saying she was worried I’d lose the jewelry she gave me at the wedding, so she took it all back. I thought I wouldn’t wear it anyway, so it was fine if she kept it, and I even thanked her for her thoughtfulness. Later, I realized she just didn’t want me to have it. After all, I was just a tool to them, and once I donated my liver, my role was complete. How could they possibly let me spend more money? This family was always deceiving me. Afraid of upsetting me and affecting the liver donation for her daughter, my mother-in-law reluctantly gave me the jewelry, but couldn’t help but remind me, “You’ve got the house, spent the money, now you should be willing to undergo the transplant surgery. Go to the hospital for the pre-surgery examination tomorrow.” I casually agreed. There would be quite the scene for them tomorrow. 4. The next morning, I went to the hospital. My mother-in-law thought I had run off and frantically searched everywhere. I only called them after ten o’clock to tell them where I was. When they arrived, breathless, I handed them a test result. “This surgery might not be possible.” At the hospital, they stared incredulously at my test result. My mother-in-law’s hands trembled as she held the thin paper that read: early pregnancy. “What about Nora?” she shouted anxiously at her son. Declan Turner looked at me, troubled, and without a moment’s hesitation, said, “Cora, we can have children in the future, but my sister can’t wait. The donation agreement is signed; only you can save her now.” Who says signing means I have to donate? I can still back out, right? Though it’s not ideal, the person I’m meant to save isn’t good either. In my previous life, I felt sorry for that sister and took good care of her. But she always knew their family’s plan. When her condition worsened, she claimed I refused to save her, accusing me of deliberately donating a bad liver. Even on her deathbed, she cursed me. Why should I save such an ungrateful person? “I need to think about it,” I said, and quickly left the hospital. Back home, they took turns trying to convince me, but I remained unmoved, acting determined to keep the child. I moved out of their house and into the property he transferred to me. Seeing my determination, Declan agreed to find another way. He said he was worried about my safety while living alone during pregnancy and came to take me back, promising not to pressure me to donate my liver to his sister anymore. He would find another solution. A few days later, I found out about his plan. The car I often drove was in a car accident.

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The billionaire announced through the media that he was seeking to find 100 children born from his sperm donations. When my best friend discovered she was one of them, she wanted to meet him. I advised her to wait, cautioning that the billionaire was seriously ill and might have ulterior motives. She listened and decided not to go. Later, the billionaire died, and those who recognized him as their father inherited his supposed billion-dollar fortune. My friend blamed me for ruining her chance at wealth and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day she told me she was the billionaire’s child. I was shaken awake, my body trembling. When I opened my eyes again, my best friend, Luna, was excitedly waking me up by my bedside. “Luna, can you believe it! I’m actually the daughter of the richest man in City W!” I felt disoriented and instinctively recoiled from her. I touched my neck, recalling how in my past life, Luna had stabbed me there, making it hard to breathe. Just like before, Luna animatedly explained how her parents used a sperm donation because her father couldn’t have children. Yesterday, the richest man in City W announced his sperm donation details and expressed a desire to meet his biological children. Each recognized child would inherit his fortune. “My genetic information perfectly matches the billionaire’s! I am his daughter! Luna, do you think I should go meet him?” Luna looked at me, her eyes shining with joy. She always aimed high but never put in the effort. During college, she only wanted to snag a rich guy to enjoy a wealthy life. But, unfortunately, rich guys care about status, and they only played with her. So in my past life, when Luna found out she was the billionaire’s daughter, she wanted to meet him to fulfill her dream of becoming a rich heiress. I learned the billionaire was seriously ill and had over 100 children from sperm donations. Out of concern for her safety, I suggested she not rush into it. “I heard many rich people use sperm donations to create their own mobile blood banks and natural organ donors. Especially since he’s only seeking his children now when he’s seriously ill. Maybe you should wait a bit.” Luna dismissed my concerns at the time until she heard that several recognized children mysteriously disappeared. Then she held my hand fearfully and said, “Thank goodness you warned me, Luna! Otherwise, I’d be doomed! Luna, you’re the best!” But then, after her failed attempt to woo the campus heartthrob, Gideon, and hearing that the recognized children did inherit the fortune after the billionaire’s death, she blamed me for blocking her financial path. On my birthday, she stabbed me in the throat repeatedly in rage: “If it weren’t for you! If you hadn’t stopped me! I would have been a billion-dollar heiress by now! How could Gideon reject me, and how would I be living such a miserable life?” “Luna! It’s all your fault! Go to hell!” But what she didn’t know was, On the day she killed me in my past life, The police had just announced it was a scam. The billionaire’s sperm donation was real, but recognizing the children was a sham. All the recognized children were lab rats for medical experiments. The inheritance was real, but the billionaire’s illness and death were fake. He had already transferred all his assets, waiting for everything to be exposed and then disappear. He left not billions in fortune, but billions in debt. And all these truths, I never had the chance to tell Luna before I died by her hand. The vengeful satisfaction in Luna’s eyes in my memory overlapped with the fervent look of the Luna in front of me. This time, I didn’t advise her. I just smiled slightly: “Congratulations.” Good advice cannot save those who are doomed. I chose to respect others’ destinies.

Luna looked smug as if she could already see her life as a rich heiress: “I’m going to the testing agency the billionaire announced tomorrow for a blood test. When I become the billionaire’s daughter, I’ll move out.” She glanced around the house disdainfully and said, “I’ll have my dad get me a mansion. I won’t have to squeeze into this old, shabby place with you. The environment is bad, hygiene is poor, and the residents are low-class.” I laughed bitterly inside. Luna couldn’t find a job back then and had no income. She shamelessly asked to rent this place with me, and she was not like this then. Moreover, it was supposed to be shared rent, but Luna never paid even a month’s rent, just freeloaded. All the house chores, from sweeping the floor, washing dishes, hanging clothes to taking out the trash, she never lifted a finger. Every time, I had to plead with her to barely get her to do anything, and she called it “helping” me share the burden. Thinking about the past years, being such a pushover, I wanted to slap myself. Her moving out was just perfect, so if anything happened, she couldn’t blame it on me. I quickly nodded and said, “You’re right, this neighborhood isn’t up to your standards. Your rich dad surely wouldn’t want you to be stuck in this small place.” “Of course!” Luna was pleased with my flattery. “Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance to help me. Drive me to the testing agency tomorrow.” I raised an eyebrow and quickly refused: “My car went in for repairs a few days ago. Maybe you can ask your boyfriend to take you. Knowing your true identity, wouldn’t he be devoted to you?” My words hit the nail on the head. Recently, Luna snagged a rich second-generation guy and kept flaunting designer bags. But she knew he looked down on her for not having a background, just playing around. Luna’s unhappy expression immediately turned into a show-off face: “With your crappy hospital job, how much can you earn? You have no sense. Fine, he’s barely a match for me, let him take me, let him see.” She said smugly and went back to her room. In my past life, her rich boyfriend dumped her after playing enough, then married his family’s chosen match, kicking her to the curb. She went to his company to cause trouble, only to be dragged out by his fiancée in public, calling her a toad trying to be Cinderella. At the time, I foolishly consoled her. Little did I know Luna didn’t blame the jerk but blamed me for stopping her from recognizing the billionaire, leading to her abandonment. She believed I ruined her rich life, swearing to fight me to the end. This life, I wouldn’t get involved in this mess. Watching Luna close her door, I quickly messaged my boss to request leave and booked a moving company. While Luna went out the next day, I packed up all my personal belongings except the shared spaces and moved out. As for whether Luna stayed or left after the rental contract expired, It wasn’t my concern. Following the principle of avoiding negativity, when encountering rotten people, don’t get tangled up, just leave immediately!

After a busy morning, finally settling everything in my new place, I got a call from Luna: “Luna, I went for the test today, and they even gave me a pack of medicine, saying I had to finish it before recognizing the billionaire. Aren’t you a med student? Check if this medicine has any issues.” Listening to her commanding tone, I felt a chill in my heart. Luna was always like this, demanding me to help her family cut lines at the hospital and even expecting me to pay for their treatments. Every time I ran around for her family, Luna took it for granted, acting like she deserved it. “This is a job for the testing department, and this medicine is from your dad’s company, Longevity Pharmaceuticals. Detailed testing fees would be thousands.” Hearing this, Luna immediately panicked: “What testing? Aren’t you a doctor! Luna, I thought we were best friends, and you mention money!” I laughed bitterly inside. Luna clearly felt something was off, so she came to me for reassurance. If anything happened, she’d blame it on me. Where’s the fairness in that! On the other end, Luna continued ranting: “You won’t even help with this simple thing! You’ve become so heartless! If it weren’t for me saving you from that fire back then…” Hearing her mention it, I couldn’t help but retort: “Luna, did you really save me back then?” In eighth grade, there was a severe fire in my school building. I fell unconscious. When I woke up, only Luna was beside me. She swore she saved me, claiming I owed her my life, which led to years of being her doormat, repaying her life-saving grace. Until my last life, when I was dying, she told me: “Why should you have a better life than me? I locked you in the classroom on purpose, yet you didn’t die.” “The hospital arranged for us to share a ward. I wanted you to feel this debt for life.” There was silence on the other end. After a while, Luna stammered: “What do you mean, Luna? Who told you such nonsense? If it wasn’t me, who else could it be? I’m not going to argue with you, just help me check this medicine.” Hearing her denial, I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. In fact, in my previous life, Luna secretly went to the testing agency to verify her blood and, after getting the medicine, immediately asked me. “Just as the hospital conveniently placed us in the same room, I’ll make sure you feel what it’s like to owe me for a lifetime!” There was a sudden silence on the other end of the line. After a moment, Fiona stammered, “What are you talking about, Daphne? Who’s been feeding you this nonsense? If it’s not me, then who could it be? I’m not wasting any more time. Get this drug tested for me now.” Hearing her stubborn denial, I couldn’t help but scoff. In my previous life, Fiona had secretly gone for a blood test at a lab right after receiving the drug. Using my own money, I had it sent to the most reputable and fastest testing center. As expected, I discovered the drug had never undergone any human trials. In short, people like Fiona were being used as guinea pigs for experiments. This was Longevity Pharmaceuticals’ latest project, marketed under the pretense of “blood purification,” claiming to filter harmful substances from the blood. Elderly relatives were injected with blood from younger, genetically related family members, supposedly prolonging life and preventing aging. Many people who acknowledged kinship and took this “blood purification drug” suffered severe blood coagulation issues, leading to organ failure, and many died. Fiona, following my advice, didn’t take the drug and avoided disaster. Later, she believed it was a necessary process for the billionaire to select heirs, thinking those who died from the drug were unhealthy. She was convinced she would be the one to survive and inherit the wealth. Because I repeatedly stopped her, she believed I had ulterior motives and couldn’t bear to see her succeed, causing her to miss the chance to climb the social ladder. This time, I decided to play along with her: “If this drug is tested and the billionaire finds out, could it affect your eligibility for acknowledgment?” “Will it?” Fiona hesitated on the phone. I smiled, calmly preparing to give her another nudge. “After all, the billionaire is your biological father. He wouldn’t harm you, right?”

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My cold female boss asked me to help her escape her wedding. As her assistant, I could only follow her orders. But the night before, I drank too much and forgot about it. So on the wedding day, I watched helplessly as she ran away holding the bridesmaid’s hand…… 0 I had just returned home when I found Sophia standing at my doorstep. She looked utterly exhausted, her eyes empty and confused. “Ms. Evans, what happened at the wedding? How did you……” I quickly stood up, looking at her in surprise. Sophia stared at me, suddenly stepping closer. “Ethan, let me ask you, why didn’t you come to stop the wedding?” I was stunned, at a loss for words. Today was supposed to be the joyous day when my boss, the talented writer Ms. Sophia Evans, married her childhood friend Mr. William White. As her personal assistant, I was late. When I hurriedly arrived at the church, Sophia was being led down the aisle by William. She was wearing a pure white wedding dress, all in white, like a blooming lily. But on her usually cold face, there was not a hint of a smile now. Amidst the blessings from all around, Sophia and William walked to the priest. The priest was reciting the sacred vows loudly, but Sophia’s gaze was always looking blankly into the distance. Suddenly, she turned her head and our eyes met. At that moment, I seemed to see questioning and resentment in her eyes. My heart trembled, and I hurriedly looked away. The wedding proceeded to the exchange of rings. William took the ring, about to put it on Sophia’s finger. But Sophia just stared blankly at the diamond ring, not moving for a long time. Murmurs gradually arose from the crowd. Just as the priest looked at Sophia in confusion, she suddenly grabbed the bridesmaid’s hand and ran off the stage. The crowd gasped, and the bridesmaid looked bewildered. But Sophia didn’t look back, ignoring the discussions behind her, and fled alone towards the door. Me: “?” Groom: “……” Bridesmaid: “!” “Sophia ran away from the wedding!? And with the bridesmaid!” “Oh my god, could it be the talented female writer’s forbidden love?” “No way, the bride and groom seemed fine just now……” People discussed in hushed tones, the scene in chaos. William stood expressionlessly on the stage, showing no reaction. I knew that as Sophia’s assistant, I should do something at this moment. But before I could think further, I was stopped by a guest who questioned me about the cause and effect of this incident. It wasn’t until dusk fell and the guests dispersed that I was able to get away. 0

Three days ago, Sophia called me to her study. She was wearing a beige long dress, sitting upright at her desk. Her slender fingers unconsciously tapped on the desk, her brows slightly furrowed. “Ethan, I’m getting married this weekend, so I want you to find a way to ruin this wedding.” Sophia spoke slowly, her tone indifferent. I was very surprised. “But Ms. Evans, this is your and Mr. White’s big day, don’t you want……” “Ethan!” She interrupted me sharply. “I’ve said it, I don’t want to get married. You just do as I say.” I stood there stunned, completely at a loss. Sophia had always been willful, but this level of unreasonableness was unprecedented. I opened my mouth, but in the end, I didn’t dare to defy her wishes. “I understand. I’ll find a way to help you escape the wedding on the day.” I said, lowering my eyes. Hearing this, Sophia’s expression eased slightly. She nodded, returning to her usual cold and distant demeanor. “Go then. I’m leaving this to you.” Who would have thought that fate seemed to be against me. That night, I accompanied colleagues to celebrate a new book, and after several rounds of drinks, I accidentally blacked out. When I woke up the next day, the wedding had completely slipped my mind. It wasn’t until today, when I personally witnessed Sophia fleeing the church in panic, that I belatedly realized what had happened. 0

“I’m… I’m sorry Ms. Evans, I was careless……” I avoided Sophia’s gaze guiltily, stammering an apology, feeling increasingly uneasy. No wonder she came to confront me late at night, I guess running away with the bridesmaid was just a temporary measure. “I’m sorry Ms. Evans, I was careless……” I apologized sincerely. “You think a simple sorry is enough?” Sophia’s face was cold, her demeanor intimidating. I laughed awkwardly, blurting out: “Why don’t you just fire me then.” Only after saying it did I realize my mistake. Sophia stared at me, her eyes dark and unreadable. After a while, she suddenly leaned closer, her cold fingertips caressing my cheek. “Ethan, I like you. After all this time, haven’t you noticed?” I was stunned, looking at her in disbelief. Sophia, a world-renowned famous writer, who had just run away from her wedding, was now confessing to me? I unconsciously took a step back, slowly shaking my head: “I don’t believe it…… unless……” As I spoke, I pretended to look at Sophia’s body lecherously. Sophia seemed to have anticipated I would do this, neither embarrassed nor avoiding it. She snorted with laughter, raising an eyebrow and said: “Unless I take off my clothes one by one in front of you, you won’t believe it, right?” I took a sharp breath, meeting her playful gaze, stammering: “I, I didn’t mean that……” “Then what did you mean?” Sophia pressed closer step by step, her long slender fingers already caressing the collar of her shirt. She tilted her head, observing my reaction, a mischievous smile on her lips. I felt my face burning. Sophia unbuttoned the first button, her lips parting slightly: “Ethan, what are you afraid of? Are you afraid I’ll take advantage of you, or afraid you won’t be able to control yourself?” Her delicate collarbone peeked out, her fair skin glowing softly in the light. I took a sharp breath, unconsciously swallowing. Sophia’s unbuttoning was slow and alluring, the open neckline of the wedding dress revealing a glimpse of her exquisite collarbone and snow-white skin. Then she was about to pull my hand towards her neckline. I hurriedly turned away, my ears burning red. “Miss, Miss Evans, it’s getting late, why don’t you go home and rest……” I stammered, reaching out to open the door to see her off. Unexpectedly, Sophia suddenly grasped my wrist, with surprising strength. She magically produced a small velvet box from her pocket, slowly opening it in front of me to reveal a sparkling diamond ring. I stared wide-eyed in shock as she slowly opened the box in front of me, revealing a dazzling diamond ring. Sophia knelt on one knee, looking up at me, her eyes full of sincerity and passion. “Ethan, will you marry me?” I stood there dumbfounded, my brain exploding with a bang, unable to process everything happening before me. 0

Sophia stood up, smiled faintly, and said she and William were just childhood friends, engaged since childhood, but both had feelings for others. She told me to think carefully for three days, then left looking dejected. I was left alone at home, at a complete loss. Running away from the wedding, confessing love, proposing…… These successive bombshells left me dizzy. I began to suspect that Sophia might have mental issues. For the next three days, Sophia didn’t appear at the company. I buried myself in work as usual, but couldn’t calm down at all. Finally, I made up my mind, sorted out the manuscripts at hand, submitted my resignation application to HR, planning to say goodbye to this place of trouble after using up my annual leave. As for that ring, I put it back in Sophia’s office desk drawer untouched, and left her a note: “Ms. Evans, thank you for your affection, but unfortunately we are not meant to be.” “I’m returning your ring, and I hope you find the right person soon and grow old together.” However, until I got home and had a good sleep, there was still no news from Sophia’s side. I was puzzled, and early the next morning, a call from an unknown number interrupted my thoughts. “Hello, who is this?” I answered the phone with some irritation from just waking up. An authoritative female voice came from the other end: “Is this Ethan Miller? I’m Sophia’s mother, Margaret Evans. Bring your ID card and come downstairs to meet me right now.” “Huh? Meet you…… for what?” I wasn’t fully awake yet. Mrs. Evans snorted impatiently: “This is outrageous. Aren’t you going to the civil affairs bureau with Sophia today to get your marriage certificate? What are you dawdling for, come down quickly!” I was suddenly wide awake. What was going on? Yesterday Sophia was proposing to me passionately, and in the blink of an eye, we’re directly getting our marriage certificate? I hurriedly got dressed, and just as I opened the door, I saw Sophia standing outside in a black trench coat. Her expression was solemn as she got straight to the point: “Ethan, to be honest, my mother has paranoid personality disorder, usually controlled by medication. But a few days ago, because of the wedding, her condition suddenly worsened.” “I had no choice but to tell her about running away from the wedding and proposing to you.” “Unexpectedly, she strongly agreed and insisted we get married quickly.” “Ethan, I know this is very unfair to you, but I beg you to help me one more time, to cooperate in acting out this play. Once my mother’s condition stabilizes, you can do whatever you want.” Sophia’s autumn water-like eyes were full of pleading and helplessness. My heart was filled with mixed emotions, but I couldn’t say no. I had no idea about Mrs. Evans’s medical history, but she seemed perfectly normal at the last wedding…… “Then…… if I just act out this play with you, will you stop bothering me afterwards?” I asked cautiously. Hearing this, Sophia gave a bitter laugh, her retreating figure seeming even more frail. “Don’t worry Ethan, I won’t disturb your life again.” “After all, I just wanted to be selfish one last time.” 0

Sophia begged me to cooperate with her in acting out a marriage registration to fool her mother, Mrs. Evans. I was filled with mixed emotions, caught in a dilemma. On one hand, I didn’t want to continue this mistake, but on the other hand, I couldn’t bear to refuse. In the end, I gritted my teeth and agreed, treating it as doing one last favor for this boss I had known for many years. Mrs. Evans’s car was already waiting downstairs at the apartment building. I was about to open the front passenger door when Mrs. Evans stopped me sharply: “Ethan, come here, sit next to me.” I sheepishly looked at the expressionless Sophia and obediently got into the back seat. Seeing this, Mrs. Evans put her arm around my shoulder and whispered in my ear, “Ethan, Sophia has always been emotionally unstable, she’s attempted suicide a few times before.” “I’m relieved that she’s with you now.” “In the future, you need to be more tolerant of her, take good care of her, understand?” I sat there uncomfortably, not knowing how to respond. So Sophia had such a past, no wonder Mrs. Evans was so anxious. But the “being together” she spoke of was just a scam after all. Moreover, Sophia said Mrs. Evans had a mental illness. Mrs. Evans said Sophia was emotionally unstable. Could their family have some hereditary mental illness? Thinking of this, my heart felt bitter, and I didn’t even have the energy to agree. Twenty minutes later, we arrived at the marriage registration office. I followed behind Sophia like a zombie walking towards the entrance. Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I caught a familiar figure. Looking closer, it was William and the bridesmaid from the wedding. The two were chatting and laughing, seeming quite close. I couldn’t help but make some guesses. Could this be the person the groom truly likes, as Sophia mentioned? Sophia sat upright in the registration office hall, her back straight as a board, her face calm and unperturbed. Mrs. Evans, on the other hand, was all smiles, taking my and Sophia’s hands and putting them together, full of loving kindness. I looked at Sophia, trying to find any flaws in her eyes. But she just calmly looked back at me, her eyes dark and unreadable. “Mom, it’s getting late, you should go home and rest. Ethan and I still have some procedures to take care of.” Hearing this, Mrs. Evans nodded with a beaming smile. “That’s right, newlyweds need their private time. Mom won’t disturb you then, you two take care of things well!” With that, she left with someone’s assistance. Watching Mrs. Evans’s figure disappear, I finally let out a long sigh. This act was finally over, I wonder how she’ll react when she finds out she’s been deceived. But these things no longer concern me. Just as I was lost in my own thoughts, William and Sophia’s bridesmaid suddenly appeared before me. 0 William just nodded symbolically to Sophia, then his gaze fell on me, full of meaning. “Mr. Miller, I have some things I’d like to discuss with you privately, may I have a word?” He said, glancing at the nearby restroom. I was confused, instinctively looking towards Sophia. But she just turned her face away expressionlessly, as if it had nothing to do with her. With no choice, I reluctantly followed William’s footsteps. “Is there something you can’t say in front of Ms. Evans?” I asked first after closing the restroom door. William looked me up and down with a half-smile, speaking unhurriedly, “Mr. Miller, have you ever heard Sophia mention that she once had a first love she couldn’t forget?” “What? First love?” I was stunned, my mind buzzing.

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Before deciding to remarry, I had transferred the property rights of my house to my daughter as a guarantee for her future. Little did I know that when this news reached the ears of my future mother-in-law, she would lose control and make a scene, unreasonably forcing my daughter to return the property. Faced with this unreasonable entanglement, I helplessly dialed Mark’s number, thinking he would support me and help solve the problem. But to my surprise, he instead took their side and tried to persuade me. “Rachel, girls will eventually get married. If you give the house to her, isn’t it like handing it over to your future son-in-law? In my opinion, it’s better to take the house back.” Hearing this, I immediately decided to break off the engagement with him, while also feeling a surge of determination to teach them a lesson. “Rachel, don’t forget to invite us to your wedding!” During lunch break, my colleagues teased me as they ate. Amidst their laughter, a blush crept across my face, and I shyly covered my mouth. “Don’t worry, once the wedding date is set, I’ll definitely send invitations to everyone. You all must come!” I replied with a smile, feeling a wave of sweetness in my heart. As a woman who had been single for ten years, the longing for love had been quietly growing within me. Last year, through a mutual friend’s introduction, I met my current boyfriend, Mark. After spending some time together, we felt very compatible and started thinking about marriage. Just as I was immersed in these beautiful thoughts, my phone suddenly rang. “Mom, Mark’s mother has been yelling at me outside our door. I’m too scared to go out. Please come back quickly!” My daughter’s urgent voice made me jump out of my chair. “Lily, don’t be afraid. Mom will be right back. Just wait for me at home!” After hurriedly instructing my daughter, I put down my lunch box and rushed to hail a taxi to get home. The journey was smooth, and I arrived at my doorstep twenty minutes later. As my daughter had said, as soon as I reached the staircase, I heard a string of insults. Linda, Mark’s mother, was standing at my door, unreasonably berating my daughter. “What are you doing, Linda? Why are you suddenly here yelling at my daughter for no reason?” My appearance made Linda shut her mouth immediately. Hearing my voice, my daughter quickly opened the door and threw herself into my arms, crying about what had just happened. “Mom, you’re finally back. She’s been shouting at the door, and even when the neighbors tried to persuade her to leave, she wouldn’t listen…” I comforted my daughter while glaring at Linda.

I couldn’t help but gently stroke my daughter’s head, feeling sorry for her, while my good impression of Linda instantly vanished. However, before I could speak, Linda seemed to find new energy and angrily accused: “You little girl, how dare you tell such blatant lies? If it weren’t for you making me suffer, why would I, at my age, come here in this scorching sun to make a fool of myself?” Linda’s words made my mind a mess. She said she had suffered? But my daughter Lily had always been well-behaved and sensible. Even when I was hesitant about remarrying, she gave her full support with both hands. She had always been extremely respectful to Linda, truly loving the house and its crow. Therefore, I couldn’t believe Linda’s current claims no matter what. “You say you’ve suffered? What exactly have you suffered?” I questioned. “When has Lily ever not greeted you with a smile when she sees you?” After comforting my daughter and sending her to the bedroom, I turned to confront Linda. To my surprise, as soon as I finished speaking, she suddenly slapped her thigh and sat down on the ground with a thud. “This is outrageous!” Linda wailed, acting like a shrew. “Is this how you talk to your future mother-in-law? Does Mark know you’re treating me like this?” The Mark she mentioned is my fiancé, her son. Faced with her unreasonable behavior, I couldn’t help but roll my eyes internally. “Linda, what exactly do you want?” I asked calmly. “If you keep making a scene like this, you’ll only embarrass yourself.” Having experienced a failed marriage before, I was no longer the young girl who easily panicked. Seeing that I wasn’t moved, Linda gradually calmed down. She pushed herself up and stood again. “Fine, since you asked, I’ll tell you straight. “She said firmly, “Why did you suddenly transfer the house to your daughter? It must be because this little brat whispered in your ear, making you do this. At such a young age, she’s already so calculating. She’ll definitely not turn out well when she grows up.” “Slap!” Hearing Linda maliciously slandering my daughter, I could no longer tolerate it. I swung my hand and gave her a resounding slap. “This house is mine!” I shouted angrily. “It’s perfectly reasonable for me to transfer my house to my own daughter! You have no right to interfere!” I finally understood why her attitude towards my daughter had suddenly changed. It turned out that she had learned about me transferring the house to Lily. Although this matter didn’t need to be kept secret, there was no need to specifically announce it either. What I didn’t expect was that I had just completed the transfer yesterday, and she had already found out about it today.

“What do you mean your house? If you marry Mark, this house should rightfully belong to my grandson Tom. Now you’ve transferred the house to your daughter, what kind of behavior is this? Let me tell you, if you still want to enter our family, you’d better transfer the house back quickly.” Linda’s words made me feel utterly absurd. Although Tom is Mark’s son from his previous marriage, I’m not his birth mother. What does it have to do with them if I transfer my own house to my daughter? I patiently said to Linda, “Linda, I can’t reason with you. Since you’re being so persistent, let’s call Mark to deal with this matter.” Not wanting to waste any more words with her, I directly dialed Mark’s number: “Mark, your mother is making a scene at my place for no reason. Come over quickly and resolve this, so everyone can have some peace.” After receiving the call, Mark agreed to come over without hesitation. His voice was like a reassuring pill, instantly calming me down a bit. In fact, for someone like me who is nearly forty, Linda’s opinions and actions don’t really matter at all. If she supports my marriage to Mark, that would naturally be icing on the cake; if she doesn’t support it, it won’t affect me in any way. After all, it’s Mark and I who will be living our lives together. As long as he is reasonable and stands by my side, our relationship won’t change. In the year and more that I’ve been in a relationship with Mark, we’ve barely had any arguments, let alone any major conflicts. Our life together has been plain and warm, making me feel incredibly comfortable. Three months ago, when Mark proposed to me, I was both surprised and worried. On one hand, I longed to welcome new happiness; on the other hand, I was worried that my daughter might have a hard time accepting it. Teenagers are always particularly sensitive inside, and I was afraid that my decision would hurt her. However, while I was hesitating, my daughter took the initiative to tell me that she supported my remarriage and hoped I could find a happy home. Hearing her say this, I felt both moved and heartbroken. Because when she was very young, I had divorced her father, so she had always been more sensible than children her age. This made me feel like I owed her something.

Especially since my daughter was so understanding, it also made me want to make it up to her even more in the future. To reassure Lily and provide a guarantee for her future life, after much consideration, I decided to transfer the property under my name to my daughter before I remarried. This way, not only could I give my daughter enough security, but also let her know that even if I start a new family, she will always be the most important person in my heart. As I was thinking about this, suddenly an urgent voice came, The next second, Mark walked up to me, panting heavily. Seeing him drenched in sweat, my heart inevitably softened a bit. Yes, this matter was originally caused by Linda’s fuss, and it had nothing to do with Mark. Perhaps he knew nothing about this incident, and I shouldn’t lose my temper at him. Instead, I should have a good talk with him, so as not to hurt our relationship because of this incident. “Rachel, what’s wrong? What happened? Why did my mom suddenly come here to make a scene?” Mark looked at the somewhat messy floor, then at Linda’s fierce expression, and seemed at a loss for a moment. Seeing his appearance, I also confirmed my guess that Mark really didn’t know about this incident. Realizing this, my attitude also softened a bit. Just as I was about to explain the cause and effect of this incident to him, Linda, who was standing aside, spoke first. “Son, you’re finally here. You don’t know how much your mother has suffered here!” After seeing her son arrive, Linda seemed to have found her backbone. She grabbed Mark’s sleeve and started crying and complaining like a fountain. At this, I was naturally speechless. After all, when I was young, I had also fought with a nasty mother-in-law, so how could I not see through her tricks? However, since she wanted to play the victim first and make false accusations, I didn’t want to stop her. Justice is in people’s hearts. After she finished speaking, Mark would naturally understand who was right and who was wrong. At that time, I would just listen to his final decision. Linda went on complaining for more than ten minutes. When she said that I had slapped her for insulting Lily, Mark gave her a reproachful look and patted my shoulder as if to comfort me. Just when I thought Mark was a reasonable person who knew right from wrong, something unexpected happened again. I clearly saw that when Linda said she came to my house to make a scene because I had transferred the house to my daughter, Mark’s expression was stunned for a moment, and then turned into shock. “Rachel, is what my mom said true? Did you really transfer the house to your daughter?” Mark suddenly gripped my shoulders and started questioning me urgently.

Seeing Mark’s sudden change in attitude, while feeling suspicious in my heart, I also became more guarded towards him. “Yes, I transferred my house to my daughter. Is there a problem?” I took two steps back, distancing myself from Mark, and then questioned him, “Rachel Zhou, why didn’t you discuss such a big matter with me? Don’t you know that this house is not just your house!!” After hearing my answer, Mark went crazy, He grabbed his hair while looking at me angrily. “Yes, son, look at how scheming this woman is. If it weren’t for your second aunt seeing her at the property registration office, we probably wouldn’t have known how long this woman was planning to keep it from us!!” Linda, as if not wanting to miss out on the drama, started rambling again. “Mark, what do you mean? This house is something I worked hard to buy on my own. How could it have anything to do with anyone else?” I stared at Mark unyieldingly, stating the most objective fact. Seeing my attitude so firm, without any sign of being intimidated or wanting to back down, Mark suddenly changed his tune. “Rachel, that’s not what I meant. Please don’t misunderstand. I just think that after we get married, we’ll all be family. Why transfer the house out and make things so clear-cut?” If it were before, I might have thought there was no need to make things so clear-cut. But looking at the current situation, this matter probably wasn’t as simple as I thought. Mark didn’t seem to be as reliable as he had shown me. After all, I’m a woman who has been through a lot, I’m no longer a young girl in her early twenties who can be easily deceived. Judging from the attitude of this mother and son towards this house, I’m afraid they had ulterior motives towards me from the very beginning. “So what do you think I should do? Have I disappointed you by doing this?” I didn’t rush to expose Mark’s thoughts, but deliberately asked him back. Sure enough, after I said this, Mark seemed to have found a lifeline and nodded frantically. “Yes, Rachel, I just feel that your actions have really hurt me and made it difficult for me to accept.” Lowering my eyes as I listened to Mark’s words, I continued: “Then how can I make up for the hurt I’ve caused you?” Hearing me say this, Mark suddenly became energetic. I saw a flash of light in his eyes, and he deliberately pondered before slowly opening his mouth. “Rachel, I think you should transfer the house back. After all, Lily is your daughter, she won’t mind these things.” Listening to Mark’s words, I couldn’t help but laugh coldly in my heart. His true intentions were really showing on his face now. “After I transfer the house back, the next step would be to transfer it to Tom’s name, for him to use as a marital home when he gets married in the future, right?” I deliberately continued along with Mark’s words, essentially tearing off this window paper completely. “Yes, yes, Rachel. I didn’t expect that you, looking so plain, would actually be quite smart,” Halfway through his sentence, Mark suddenly realized something was wrong and covered his mouth. After a few seconds of silence, he started explaining urgently. “Rachel, it’s not what you think. Let me explain. I really didn’t mean it like that. Don’t let this ruin our relationship.”

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The night my son’s high fever wouldn’t break, I overheard Jack flirting with his secretary Lily in Spanish on the phone. Jack’s lips curved into a smirk. “Emma’s had a child. She’s not as tight as you are. Don’t worry, she’s busy taking care of Tommy’s fever and won’t pay attention to me.” Lily’s seductive voice came through the speakerphone. “Where would you like me to wait for you, Mr. Zhou?” Jack glanced at me. “The usual hotel. I’ll make sure to satisfy you tonight.” I held our son close, my fingertips trembling with heartache. Jack didn’t know that I had minored in Spanish in college. I understood every word he said to his secretary tonight. Jack put on his coat, turning to leave. I touched Tommy’s feverish little face, looking at Jack anxiously. “Jack, could you please take Tommy and me to the hospital first?” Jack frowned. “There’s an urgent matter at the company. I can’t delay.” Urgent matter? Urgent to get in bed with Lily? I tried to hold back. “Tommy’s fever is so high, he could have a seizure at any moment. What urgent matter could be more important than our son’s life?” Before I could finish, he had already slammed the door shut. Looking at my son who had passed out from the fever, I hesitated but finally called Jack’s brother. “Michael, Tommy has a high fever that won’t break. Jack said he has urgent business at the company tonight. Could you take us to the hospital?” A steady male voice came from the other end of the line. “Of course, I’ll be right there.” I hung up, tears welling in my eyes. I was once the daughter of a wealthy family, growing up alongside the two brothers of the city’s wealthiest family. Both of them had deep feelings for me. Jack was lively and outgoing, while Michael was calm and reserved. In my youth, I was captivated by Jack’s sweet words and went on an island vacation alone with him. I often wonder now, if I hadn’t drunk that spiked wine he gave me, would my life be completely different from what it is now? In less than twenty minutes, Michael arrived. The headlights of his Bentley cut through the thick darkness. He drove steadily, and I could smell the familiar scent of his cologne, a fragrance both silent and domineering. When Tommy’s fever finally broke after receiving IV fluids in a private hospital room, I finally felt relieved. I went to the hallway and gratefully looked at Michael. “Thank you so much. I’m so glad you were here tonight.” He said quietly, “It’s my duty to take care of my nephew. I’ve sent a message to my brother. He’ll be here soon to take you both home.” In the dim light, his cold, handsome features softened slightly. Suddenly, my eyes welled up with tears. “Why are you crying?” Michael raised his hand to wipe away the tears on my face, but then, as if realizing something, he quickly withdrew his hand. I shook my head, covering my face. Suddenly, a cold laugh came from behind us. Jack strode towards us. “Emma, Tommy’s fever has broken. Instead of taking our son home to rest, you’re here getting cozy with my brother in the hallway. Hm? What’s this about? Tired of the younger brother and want to play with the older one now?” My face turned pale. Michael frowned deeply. “Jack, what nonsense are you spouting? Tommy’s fever was so high he passed out. Instead of taking your son to the hospital first, you rushed off to the company. What could possibly be more important than your child?” Lily followed behind Jack, her face still flushed with passion. “Mr. Zhou had a big deal with Spanish clients a few days ago. He’s been busy with the contract signing these days. Mr. Zhou works hard to provide a better life for Tommy and his wife, doesn’t he?” No one responded to her. Jack pulled me into his arms, looking at Michael provocatively. “Brother, thank you for tonight. I’m taking my wife and son home now. In the future, unless it’s absolutely necessary, you shouldn’t meet with Emma alone. You should understand the meaning of ‘avoiding suspicion’, right?” I struggled out of his embrace, my eyes red. “Jack, the doctor said if we had brought Tommy in any later, the fever could have damaged his brain. Can you stop throwing dirt on your brother and me?” Lily blinked and giggled. Jack suddenly glared at her. “What are you laughing at? Go home now. Don’t be late for work tomorrow morning, or I’ll dock your attendance bonus.” Lily smiled seductively. “Yes, yes, yes. I’ll see you tomorrow morning, Mr. Zhou.” As she brushed past me, I caught a whiff of her strong rose perfume. My face immediately changed.

When I was two months pregnant, I had smelled this same scent on Jack’s shirt. Perhaps it was a woman’s keen sixth sense, but even then, I felt that Jack might have another woman outside. But Jack was extremely attentive to me at that time. He always informed me about his business dinners, never stayed out all night, and frequently gave me expensive gifts. During holidays, he would turn off his phone to spend time with me wholeheartedly. He even hired specialists to give prenatal education classes for the baby in my belly. So apart from that perfume, I couldn’t find any evidence of Jack’s infidelity. Looking back now, Jack had perfected the art of “counter-surveillance”. He had kept everything hidden perfectly. If it weren’t for overhearing him flirting with Lily in Spanish tonight, I might have continued to be deceived, constantly reflecting on what I had done wrong, whether my postpartum recovery wasn’t good enough, unable to give him extreme pleasure at night, causing his mood swings! After returning home, I looked at Tommy’s adorable sleeping face, tears streaming down uncontrollably. Tommy is only three years old this year. I don’t want him to live in a broken home at such a young age, nor do I want his childhood to lack a father’s companionship. I’m really afraid that when he grows up, he might say something like “I don’t need a lot of money, I just want a lot of love.” In wealthy families, pearls and gold may be as common as dirt, but love and companionship are especially precious. So even though I knew Jack had betrayed me and was having an affair with his young and beautiful secretary Lily, I didn’t bring up divorce. But I never expected that my endurance wouldn’t awaken Jack’s conscience. Instead, it invited Lily’s provocation. On Sunday night, Jack actually moved Lily into our villa. This was our marital home. He once stood at the front door of this villa, smiling and swearing to me that he would love only me for the rest of his life. But now, for another woman, he had forgotten all his vows. As he helped Lily bring her suitcase into the guest room, he said to the housekeeper, “Mrs. Johnson, please make some Sichuan dishes tonight. My secretary loves spicy food.” I stood on the second floor, coldly watching them. “Tommy has just recovered from his illness. He can’t eat spicy food.” Jack’s eyes flashed with guilt. “Oh right, my son had a fever recently. Mrs. Johnson, please make some seafood porridge as well.” Perhaps he also knew this was inappropriate. That night, he came to my bedroom to explain, “Emma, listen to me. The reason I let Lily stay at our home is because this Spanish business is urgent. It’s not unprecedented for a personal secretary to temporarily stay at the CEO’s home. Try to understand, this is all for work.” I smiled faintly. “Mm, I understand. Work is important.” Seeing that I wasn’t arguing or making a fuss, Jack kissed my forehead with satisfaction. “Emma is so good. Once I’m done with this busy period, I’ll take you and Tommy to the lake resort for a few days.” I watched his back as he left, then took out a tissue to wipe the spot he had kissed. The kiss of an unfaithful person is truly dirty.

Early the next morning, Lily was busy in the kitchen wearing a tight-fitting nightgown that accentuated her slim waist and shapely bottom. A moment later, she brought milk and sandwiches to the dining table. Jack’s eyes kept lingering on Lily. He took a bite of the sandwich. “This is really good. The cheese is melted just right.” I looked at the sandwich, feeling no appetite at all. “Tommy, try Aunt Lily’s cooking. Is it good?” Lily smiled, pointing at the sandwich in front of Tommy. Before I could stop him, Tommy had already grabbed the sandwich and taken a big bite. Suddenly, he started coughing violently, his cheeks turning bright red. “Baby, what’s wrong!” I panicked and picked Tommy up, patting his back to help him breathe. He coughed even harder. I grabbed the sandwich he had eaten and looked at it, only to find it was spread with a large amount of peanut butter! I couldn’t help but scream, “Call 911 quick! Tommy is allergic to peanuts! He can’t eat anything with peanuts in it! He’ll swell up if he eats it!” Standing in front of the emergency room, Jack’s face was grim. Lily’s face turned pale, her eyes reddening. She said softly, “Emma, I… I really didn’t know Tommy was allergic to peanuts.” I sighed. “From now on, let’s leave the cooking to Mrs. Johnson.” Lily’s tears fell. “It’s all my fault. Emma must be angry with me. Jack, I should move back to my apartment.” Jack frowned. “Move? Why? This wasn’t intentional. You didn’t mean to harm Tommy. Just stay.” I stared at him in disbelief. Two weeks after the sandwich incident, Jack suddenly called me into his study. Lily was wiping her tears pitifully. Jack looked at me unhappily. “Emma, can you stop giving Lily a hard time?” I laughed bitterly. “When did I ever give her a hard time?” Jack tapped the desk. “You and Mrs. Smith cleaned the guest room where Lily is staying, right?” I nodded. His eyes were full of anger. “The window in Lily’s room won’t close properly, and the draft is giving her headaches. She likes spicy food, but when I’m not home, you always have Mrs. Johnson cook such bland food. She’s not used to it and has lost weight. Also, can you stop letting Tommy disturb her all the time? We don’t want another incident like last time where he ate the wrong thing and ended up in the ER!” It was Lily who specifically requested a well-ventilated guest room. I had Mrs. Johnson prepare two different flavors for each meal. It was Lily who often wanted to play with Tommy, and I was afraid she might unintentionally harm him, so I kept Tommy away from her. Now she had turned everything around and was blaming me! I silently looked at Jack, not saying a word to defend myself. After all, no matter what “grievances” Lily suffered, Jack was willing to stand up for her. No matter what mistakes she made, Jack was happy to find excuses and cover for her. My expression darkened. Lily suddenly looked at me timidly. “Emma, I’d like to talk to you alone.” The study door was closed. Lily sat on the desk, her eyes seductive. “Emma, let’s be frank. I’m pregnant with Jack’s child.” My expression remained calm. “What do you want?” Lily smiled charmingly. “I want the position of the mistress of the house. I hope my child will be an only child, with no one to compete for the family fortune. I hope Jack won’t hide me under the guise of a secretary anymore. Emma, are you willing to give him to me?” So it was her pulling the strings behind the scenes all along. For this wealth and status, she had repeatedly twisted facts, played mind games, and pretended to be pitiful. She even tried to use peanut butter to threaten my son’s life. Looking at her confident smile, I felt both irony and pity. Men love the feeling of “stealing”. Having an affair with a mistress under the pressure of the original wife is an intense stimulation for men. If the original wife lets go, the man will quickly lose interest. By then, even a passionate rose-like mistress will become a boring mosquito bite. That night, I prepared two copies of divorce papers and slipped one into the documents Jack needed to sign the next day. Early the next morning, I took Tommy on a flight back to my parents’ home in the city. As I left, I smiled at Jack and Lily. By the time he discovers the signed divorce papers, I should have already arrived at the city airport.

“Emma? Why didn’t you tell me you and Tommy were coming back? I could have had Mrs. Wilson prepare a table of your favorite dishes,” my mother said with surprise as she looked at Tommy and me. Mrs. Wilson took Tommy back to the bedroom. I sat down next to my mother, tears suddenly streaming down my face. “Mom, I’ve divorced Jack.” My mother’s expression changed slightly. “He wronged you, didn’t he? Your father and I never approved of Jack. When you insisted on going to that island vacation with him alone, I tried to persuade you for so long, but you wouldn’t listen. You even stole your documents and ran away. Sigh, we originally wanted you to marry his brother Michael, but then Tommy came along…” I sniffled and interrupted her. “If it weren’t for Tommy, I would have cut ties with him long ago.” My mother sighed, lovingly stroking my head. “He and his secretary…” I choked up, unable to continue. “Emma, men who chase novelty never end up well,” my mother said with a cold laugh. At 10 PM, I lay in my childhood bedroom, lost in thought. In our youth, Jack was always quick-witted and knew how to make people laugh, while Michael was like a gentle and silent shadow. I was too young then, always distracted by Jack’s grand promises and sweet words, forgetting to pay attention to the one who always did practical things. I remember one snowy night in the city when I was playing chess with the two brothers at their home until late. Jack looked at the dancing snowflakes outside the window and yawned. “It’s snowing heavily today, it’s so cold outside — Emma, since our two families’ villas are close by, why don’t you just wrap your scarf tightly and go home by yourself?” Before I could say anything, Michael silently stood up, put on his coat, ready to brave the snow to send me home. Under the dim streetlight shrouded by wind and snow, Michael stood there looking at me, his eyes full of endless cherishment and tenderness. My heart skipped a beat, and I instinctively avoided Michael’s gaze, rushing towards the gate of my family’s house in a few quick steps. I also recalled what happened during the island vacation with Jack. Without my knowledge, I drank the glass of spiked wine Jack handed me, falling drunk into his arms for a night of passion. Afterwards, he apologized pitifully: “Emma, I love you so much that I resorted to this. I did it to get ahead because I know my brother has feelings for you too. I was so afraid he would steal you away.” When the doctor diagnosed me as one month pregnant, Jack touched my belly with a joyful face. “That night’s efforts weren’t in vain after all. Now that you’re carrying my child, I can rightfully marry you.” I lowered my gaze, hesitating for a long time before deciding not to tell him about my application to study oil painting abroad. The next day, I quietly canceled that application. After all, the aunts and sisters around me at that time were all women who sacrificed themselves for love and family. I thought my sacrifice was also necessary. Later, when I married Jack while carrying our one-month-old child, everyone was smiling and applauding in congratulations. Only Michael stood in the crowd, his expression solemn as he gazed at me from afar. After that, Michael never got involved with other women. He immersed himself in his archaeological career, using his skilled hands to restore many precious and rare cultural relics. I took a deep breath and covered my face with my hands. Perhaps I had loved the wrong person from the very beginning? When I woke up again, I found that Jack had called me twenty-six times. What was he in such a hurry for? I rubbed my temples and called him back. “Hmm?” Jack quickly answered the phone, his voice hoarse: “Emma, you want to divorce me?!”

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When my girlfriend was in high school, she was humiliated by a rich kid from her class, who tricked her into eating something that made her embarrass herself in front of the entire school. Because of that, she developed a deep resentment toward the wealthy and started scratching luxury cars wherever she went. In order to be with her, I carefully hid my identity as a wealthy heir. On her birthday, I decided to come clean and bought her a ring worth ten million dollars as a gesture of my love. But when I arrived, I found her kneeling in front of a rich man. “Dominic, can I be your dog?” she asked. Tina’s voice rang through the phone as she excitedly told me, “Baby, guess what? I scratched another luxury car today!” Absently, I responded, “Baby, you’re amazing!” Tina had a deep-seated hatred for the rich. She told me that back in high school, she attended a prestigious private school where most of the students were either from rich families or well-connected. They tormented her, trying to break her spirit. The most humiliating memory she had was when she was a sophomore. A wealthy classmate slipped a laxative into her food, and during a ceremony, she had an unfortunate accident that left her deeply embarrassed in front of the entire school. Now, every time she saw a luxury car parked on the street, she couldn’t resist taking out her nail clipper and scratching it. To her, it was a way to fight back. I didn’t mind this habit of hers, not in the slightest. If she destroyed another person’s car, I’d simply pay the compensation, no questions asked. Why? Because I was Ryle City’s top-tier rich kid. In fact, seventy percent of the wealth generated in Ryle City came from my family’s businesses. But I couldn’t let her know that. I knew how much she despised wealthy people. If she found out who I really was, I wasn’t sure if she’d still accept me. I stepped out of the jewelry store, where I had just bought the ring, and the staff there asked for my number. I politely declined, telling them I had a girlfriend. I caught a cab to meet Tina, still holding the box with her present. But when I arrived at our meeting spot, I froze. Tina was kneeling in front of a young man. My heart dropped into my stomach. Tina must’ve been caught scratching a luxury car, and now she was facing the consequences. She used to be cautious when scratching cars, and I always contacted the cars’ owners afterward to discuss compensation. I walked over quickly, my voice tense. “She’s my girlfriend. She damaged your car, and I’ll take full responsibility.” The young man looked me up and down, disdain written all over his face. “This is a Bentley, at least worth hundreds of thousands. You really think someone like you, a poor loser, can afford to pay for it?” I swallowed my pride and nodded, trying to maintain control of the situation. “I’ll find a way to pay you. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll write you an IOU.” The young man demanded the IOU. Then, Tina insisted that they exchange numbers. This made my stomach churn, but I didn’t say anything. As soon as he left, I noticed the license plate on the Bentley. Wait a minute. Wasn’t that my father’s car? She shrugged sheepishly, giving me a playful look. “I know you’re upset about me adding the guy’s contact, but it was my fault. I scratched that car.” I gently touched her nose. “No need to explain.” Then, Tina leaned into my arms. We returned to the apartment, and I fell asleep almost immediately, exhausted from the tension of the day. But in the middle of the night, I heard Tina’s phone buzzing nonstop. I couldn’t make out who she was texting, but I had a bad feeling. When I woke up the next morning, Tina was gone. I tried calling her, but her phone went straight to voicemail. Panic crept up my spine as I paced around the room. I thought for a moment and then remembered. She must have gone to meet that guy. I already told her I would compensate the car owner. What a silly girl. Besides, that Bentley was my father’s. Frustrated, I pulled up the location of the Bentley on my tracking app. It was parked at BlackJack Pub. I hailed a cab and rushed to the bar, my heart racing. When I arrived, I saw her electric scooter outside. Tina was inside. Thinking that the young man might torture her, I didn’t waste any time and stormed inside. Through a door crack, I saw Tina in a private room with the young man. There were several other people around. Worst, Tina was kneeling in front of him. I was about to go in, but my blood ran cold as I overheard her say, “Dominic, can I be your dog?”

I stood frozen, unable to believe the words that had just come out of Tina’s mouth. She had always hated the rich, calling them nothing but crawling maggots. How could she now say such a thing, offering to be that man’s mistress? I instinctively stopped and watched the situation unfold. The young man’s friends started egging him on, “Dominic, she’s offering herself! You should accept her!” Dominic, the young man, casually lifted his glass of red wine, took a sip, and then commanded Tina, “Crawl over here.” Tina obediently crawled toward him. He lifted her chin with one hand and, with the other, poured the rest of his wine over her head. Squinting, he said, “Want to be my mistress? You’re not good enough for that. But I could use a dog.” Tina, ever obedient, started barking like a dog, “Woof, woof!” Dominic and his friends burst into laughter. Dominic turned to her, “The one who made the IOU for me today was your boyfriend, right? Does he mind you being a dog?” Tina scoffed, “That poor bastard? What right does he have to mind?” Dominic, intrigued, asked, “Tell me, how poor is he?” Tina, completely unaware that Dominic and his group were just looking for amusement, let out a sycophantic laugh. “My boyfriend Nicholas can turn a pair of cotton underwear into silk. He’s been wearing the same pair for three years and still won’t throw them away. “Once he bought me a purse, but it was clearly a knockoff luxury brand. What girl would like that? “Then there were those cosmetics he gave me, all stored in mineral water bottles. I’m scared to use them, afraid my face will break out.” Tina went on listing off things one by one. I clenched my fists tightly, anger rising in me. The bag I gave her was one I had intentionally had the servants disguise as a regular bag. The cosmetics were high-end, but I put them in water bottles so she wouldn’t catch on. I had always tried to be considerate of her feelings, but now it seemed like all of that had just become fodder for her ridicule. Dominic looked over at me. “I noticed you came in. Come on.” I pushed the door open and stepped into the room. Dominic’s expression was mocking, knowing full well he wanted me to witness how my precious girlfriend was degrading herself in front of him. He wanted to see me beg her to come back to me, while she would look at me with disdain. He was hoping for a dog-eat-dog spectacle. Tina suddenly turned her head, her voice trembling. “Nicholas, you shouldn’t be here. If you hadn’t shown up, things could’ve stayed the same between us.” So it was my fault for being here. If I hadn’t shown up, how would I have known that Tina’s supposed hatred for the rich was just a facade to stand out? Her scratching luxury cars wasn’t because she hated them. It was to get the attention of the owners and then flirt with them. I took a deep breath. The Tina I had once thought was charming now seemed like nothing but a pile of trash. Tina said, “Nicholas, from now on, I’m breaking up with you. A poor loser like you will just end up playing with yourself.” I replied coldly, “Yes, from now on, we’re done. But remember, it was I who dumped you, not the other way around.” I gave Dominic a dismissive glance. “Tina, you’re kneeling to a clown, and you’ll never realize what you’ve lost.” With that, I turned to leave. Dominic’s voice rang out behind me, “Don’t be in such a hurry. Did I say you could leave?” Two young men blocked my path.

I turned my head and stared directly at Dominic, “What do you want?” One of the men blocking my way asked, “Dominic, should we break one of his legs or an arm?” Tina cackled like an old hen. “Dominic, you’re amazing!” When others wanted to harm me, she actually cheered them on. Dominic stood up and patted me on the shoulder. “Loser, have you ever seen a rich guy?” I pushed his hand off my shoulder. “Careful. Dirty my clothes, and you won’t be able to pay for them.” Dominic and his group laughed wildly. He pointed at me and said to Tina, “Can’t say you don’t give credit where it’s due. This ex-boyfriend of yours sure knows how to put on a show. What clothes, huh? How could I not be able to afford them?” Tina buttered him up. “Dominic, his clothes are all from street vendors. They don’t even have a brand. I heard that some street vendor clothes are recycled from old ones, refurbished, and sold again.” I retorted, “Custom-made, you get it?” The clothes my family wore were all bespoke, specially requested not to have logos. Dominic and his group looked at me like I was some kind of circus act, laughing uncontrollably. Tina smirked. “Nicholas, you look like a clown right now. You’re poor but still trying to act rich.” Dominic slapped his thigh, “Haven’t seen someone try so hard to act like this in ages. You know what? Let me show you what a real rich person looks like.” His friends chimed in, “Well, he would probably feel so embarrassed that he might kill himself on the spot!” Another said, “Never seen anyone try so hard to fake it. It’s honestly eye-opening.” Dominic raised an eyebrow at me. “Come with me!” We all left BlackJack Pub. I was dragged to the backseat by two men. Tina asked, “Dominic, where should I sit?” Dominic gave her a disdainful look, “There’s no seat for you. You can ride your electric bike.” He handed Tina the address, Cloudgaze Hotel, started the car, and drove off. When I heard the name Cloudgaze Hotel, I froze for a moment. Yesterday, my dad had called me, saying some people of modest wealth were hosting a banquet there and wanted to meet me to build connections. I had turned it down. But now, Dominic was taking me to that very same banquet. What a small world.

We arrived at the banquet hall of Cloudgaze Hotel. As soon as we walked in, a few well-dressed people surrounded Dominic, fawning over him. Their flattering behavior made me sneer inwardly. Someone noticed me and asked Dominic, “Who’s this?” Dominic glanced back at me. “This is Nicholas Owens, a super-rich kid!” The way he said “super-rich kid” was laced with sarcasm. The people surrounding Dominic picked up on the mockery and began eyeing me suspiciously. One overweight middle-aged man with a slicked-back hairstyle said, “The boss of Polerian Group is surnamed Owens. You’re also an Owens. So, are you Mr. Owens’ son?” I replied, “You guessed it right. I am Mr. Owens’ son.” The fat man grinned, showing his yellow teeth. “They all say like father, like son. If Mr. Owens had a son like you, he’d probably die from anger.” He slapped my cheek, “You look like a sick hen, and you dare pretend to be Mr. Owens’ son? How dare you!” I snapped. “Take your filthy paw off me. If I’m not Mr. Owens’ son, then are you? Even if you kneel in front of my father, he wouldn’t recognize you.” The people around me laughed even louder. “Mr. Owens does have a son, someone about your age. But he’s supposed to be well-groomed and elegant. You, on the other hand, look like a street rat. Your whole family must have been garbage pickers.” “Oh, really?” I pulled out my phone, ready to call my father. Just then, Tina arrived late, rushing up to grab my phone. “Nicholas, are you done throwing a tantrum? You think this will make me notice you, maybe even reconsider and get back together?” I snatched my phone back. “You have the nerve to talk? A woman like you is nothing but trash. You want me to beg you to get back together? Dream on.” I didn’t even want to look at Tina anymore. The thought of her made me nauseous. Tina, her chest heaving in anger, pointed at me. “I was with him for five years, and he’s nothing but an orphan, a piece of trash from the lower class.” She thought she was revealing some deep secret, but what she didn’t know was that I had deliberately hidden my true identity to be with her. The crowd erupted in laughter. Once again, the middle-aged man pulled out a wad of cash and tossed it on the ground. He whistled at me. “Nicholas, right? If you kneel and pick up that money, it’s all yours.” I gave him a blank stare. “What’s wrong with you? You think that little money can make me kneel?” There were about ten thousand bucks on the floor. For someone to test me with that amount was just ridiculous. The middle-aged man’s face turned livid at my words. Tina was the first to react. “Nicholas, you can barely earn three grand a month. The money on the ground is worth three months of your salary. You’ll be a real fool if you don’t pick it up.” Dominic squeezed Tina’s buttocks. “If he doesn’t want it, you can have it.” Tina hesitated. “Darling, I’m your woman. You’ll be humiliated if I kneel.” Dominic’s expression turned cold. “You think you deserve to be my woman, you cheap whore? If you don’t take that money, I’ll have the cleaning lady pick it up.” Dominic wasn’t just humiliating me; he was humiliating Tina, too. He saw us as the same kind of people. Tina knelt on the floor, picking up the money one by one. She looked no different from a dog. Free Point

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