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When my husband was diagnosed with cancer, the doctor said it was highly treatable, but the out-of-pocket costs would be astronomical. I immediately called my mom to borrow the money. She agreed over the phone, but behind my back, she secretly texted my husband, tricking him into thinking I was the one who had been diagnosed with cancer. I understood what she was doing. I blamed her for not trusting my husband, but she just looked at me seriously and said, “If your husband is willing to do the same for you, then I will gladly lend you the money.” Just as I was about to argue with her, my phone buzzed. It was a text from my husband: “Let’s get a divorce.” Staring at the screen, the slap in the face came so fast my cheeks practically burned. I had always cared so much about him. The only reason this cancer was even caught was because I forced him to go get a comprehensive physical exam. He just showed up; I was the one who booked the appointments, handled the insurance, and ran all the errands. If I hadn’t dragged him there, his cancer wouldn’t have been caught early enough to treat. I thought my absolute devotion would buy me a lifetime of companionship. Who knew I had married such a cold-blooded snake? Before I could even figure out how to reply, my mother-in-law started bombarding me with texts: “Come home right now. We need to talk. I told you to stop eating so much takeout and cook your own meals, but you never listen. Look what happened, now you have cancer.” Reading her rapid-fire messages, I felt like I was suffocating. When I finally dragged my heavy, exhausted body back to our house, his entire family was already sitting around the dining table, looking dead serious. My father-in-law, Arthur, cleared his throat and looked at me. “Come sit. We are having a family meeting.” My mother-in-law, Brenda, impatiently cut him off. “What’s there to meet about? Just hurry up and sign the divorce papers. My son is still young, what is he supposed to do, be dragged down by a sick person for the rest of his life?” Under the crushing weight of the room, I looked at my husband, Kevin. “Is this how your family treats me?” He sighed, putting on an incredibly innocent face. “Don’t get mad right off the bat. Let’s just be reasonable, okay?” I let out a cold laugh. Reasonable? When I found out he had cancer, my first instinct was to run to my mother and beg for a massive loan to save his life. When he thought I had cancer, his first instinct was to drop me. What reason was left to discuss? Noticing my expression, Kevin leaned forward, looking entirely serious. “Do you know? I watched a documentary once. The lives of families fighting cancer are miserable. They try so hard for years, and in the end, the patient still dies, and the family is left completely bankrupt.” “What’s your point?” I asked. He seemed to struggle to find a way to make it sound pretty. Finally, he choked out, “Isn’t it better to leave the living with a little hope and financial security? We are all trying so hard just to survive.” I inhaled sharply. As his wife, I had seen him at his worst, but to hear him try to sound poetic while actively asking me to lay down and die was a new low. “Did you even consider letting me try treatment?” I asked. “You don’t even know what the medical bills will look like.” He didn’t, but I did. The doctor said conservative estimates out-of-pocket would be around $200,000. I had just gone to my mom to borrow $100,000. And this was the ending I got in return. Kevin didn’t know how to answer, so Brenda quickly jumped in. “Oh, please, do we need to know the exact numbers? Western hospitals are all scams! The minute you walk in, they run a million useless tests and drain your bank accounts. Listen to me, you should see a holistic naturopath. If you don’t want a divorce, I can take you to this amazing alternative herbalist I found on Facebook.” Arthur nodded along. “Right. You’ve been with our family for years. You’ve worked hard. We wouldn’t just abandon you. So, we have two options: either we divorce, or you skip the scammer hospitals and let the herbalist treat you.” I wasn’t an idiot. I knew exactly what they meant. They didn’t care about alternative medicine. They just wanted to avoid paying for real scans and chemo, buy me some cheap herbal teas, and call it a day. And in their minds, this was an act of profound mercy. I slumped back in my chair. “The doctor already said it was caught early. We can start with targeted therapy, then see if we need surgical resection. If all else fails, we can wait for an organ transplant. We have plenty of time and treatment options.” Kevin suddenly interrupted, “But do you know about transplant rejection?” I froze. “We are nowhere near that step yet. Why would you bring that up?” “I just want you to know the facts,” he said. “People who get organ transplants usually don’t live that many years anyway. They spend hundreds of thousands of dollars just to buy themselves a few extra years, and then they need another transplant. Can I be honest? I think that kind of person is selfish.” I sucked in a breath of cold air. He was usually such a careless guy, always acting before he thought. But at this moment, he had skipped right past the targeted therapy and surgery, zooming straight to the worst-case scenario. “We are husband and wife,” I said quietly. “Are you sure you want to use the word ‘selfish’?” He nodded. “Yes, selfish. I know for a fact that if I were the one who got sick today, I wouldn’t even tell you. I would just quietly find a place to swallow a bottle of sleeping pills. I wouldn’t want to drag anyone down. That is the awareness I have as the provider of this family.” Looking at his self-righteous face, I finally understood. He was actually incredibly smart. He just used his intelligence to be horribly cruel. I forced a bitter smile. “So, what do you want me to do?” Kevin couldn’t wait. He practically lunged backward to grab a document folder and shoved it toward me. At that moment, my heart turned to absolute ice. Whatever was in that folder, I knew that while I was on my way home, they had been sitting in the living room treating me like an enemy, plotting how to trap me. I opened it. It was a post-nuptial agreement they had drafted together. First: I must choose alternative holistic medicine or only use drugs strictly covered by our basic insurance plan. No out-of-network or experimental treatments. Second: The husband has the right to terminate my treatment. If I pass away from the illness, considering the husband’s “efforts,” all my assets go to him. My parents get nothing. Third: I am strictly forbidden from secretly borrowing money to fund my own treatment. If I do, the husband has the right to divorce me immediately, I leave with zero assets, and I assume all the debt alone. I expected them to be harsh, but I didn’t expect them to try and pick my bones clean. “I’ve been married into this family for years,” I said softly. “And at the hardest moment of my life, this is how you treat me?” “Love goes both ways,” Kevin said defensively. “If I were the one who was sick today, I’d have already swallowed the pills and written my will. You just don’t have that level of sacrifice in you.” “Would you really swallow them?” I asked. Kevin looked at me dead in the eye. “Of course. You shouldn’t doubt my sense of responsibility to this family. If you care about us, sign the agreement. It’s actually good for you.” “Good for me? How?” It was a predatory, borderline illegal contract, and he had the nerve to say it benefited me. “Think about it,” Kevin reasoned. “You have cancer now. I’m willing to help take care of you. But if you can’t be saved… you’re an only child. Your parents will need someone to look after them, right? I promise you, I will take care of your parents in the future.” I stared at him with pure disgust. He was ready to throw his own wife in the trash, and he expected me to believe he’d care for my parents? He was already drooling over my parents’ estate! Brenda chimed in quickly. “Exactly! Stop being so self-centered. When a person is nearing the end, they should be generous. You should prioritize us and your parents. Stop being so selfish.” Honestly, I used to respect my mother-in-law. But at this point, the masks were completely off, so I didn’t bother saving her face. “Is a person simply wanting to live considered selfish now?” I asked. Kevin grew agitated. “Yes, it is! If you just blindly treat this illness and drain all our money, I’ll be saddled with a lifetime of debt because of you. When you die, what am I supposed to do with the rest of my life? I’m still young!” I cast a cold glance at him. I finally realized that when you no longer love someone, everything they do just looks pathetic. He always had a habit of yelling when he got emotional. I used to think he was just impulsive but had a good heart. I was so wrong. Now, he just made me nauseous. “Forget the post-nup,” I said evenly. “Let’s just get a divorce.” He nodded eagerly and immediately pulled out a pre-prepared divorce agreement. I wasn’t even surprised he had it ready. Who knows how long they had been scheming? The divorce agreement was much simpler. He keeps the house, we split the cash savings 50/50, and we take our own personal belongings. “This is the most fair way,” he explained. “My parents gave me the down payment for this house. Even though your name is on the deed, the law says whoever paid for it owns it.” “You bought the house, yes,” I said. “But you bought a bare-bones fixer-upper. I paid $50,000 out of my own pocket for the full gut renovation. Return my $50,000 renovation costs.” “How is it $50,000?” Kevin scoffed. “You aren’t even accounting for depreciation…” Before he could finish, Brenda shoved his arm, cutting him off. She shrugged and looked at me smugly. “Then go ahead and rip the renovations out and take them with you! I never liked your taste anyway.” I took a deep breath. I couldn’t believe how venomous they had become. To actually suggest I demolish the interior like a slumlord—it was shameless! Arthur, being a bit slower than his wife, didn’t understand her play. “Why are you telling her to tear it out?” he protested. “We live here comfortably!” Brenda rolled her eyes. “Let her tear it out! She has cancer. She needs to stretch every single penny. If she hires a demo crew, it’s going to cost her at least five grand. Do you really think she’s willing to waste that kind of cash right now?” Arthur’s eyes lit up with realization. He nodded at me confidently. “Go ahead. Tear it out and take it. If you can stomach the cost.” I slowly turned my head to look at Kevin. “This is your family’s final answer, right?” Kevin hesitated for a split second before saying, “I listen to my mom. My parents paid for the house anyway.” I let out a broken laugh. “Marrying you was the biggest regret of my entire life.” “The feeling is mutual,” he snapped back. “You’re no saint either. All you can think about is making us sacrifice everything for your illness! In the end, you’ll either drag out a miserable existence for a few years, or die early, leaving us scarred and broke.” “Do you know,” I said softly, “if you were the one who was sick, I would have gone into massive debt just to save you.” “Stop dealing in hypotheticals!” he yelled defensively. “My parents worked hard for their money. They raised me. Why should I drag them down for you? Am I supposed to just abandon my duty to my parents?” I looked at him coldly, finding the whole thing almost funny. At this point, I didn’t believe a single word that came out of his mouth. I knew that if a man could abandon his innocent wife so easily, he would absolutely abandon his parents when push came to shove. I sighed, pulled out my phone, and called my general contractor, Mike. Because I was the one who funded and managed the entire remodel, I still had his contact info saved. When he picked up, I said, “Mike, I need you to come over. Bring your crew and tear out every single piece of the renovation you did in my house. Rip it all to the studs.” In that instant, the color drained from all three of their faces. Arthur jumped up. “Are you really calling someone to destroy the house?! Are you out of your mind?!” Brenda quickly pulled him back. “Don’t panic! She’s bluffing.” But Arthur was terrified. He grabbed Kevin’s arm. “Talk to her! If she actually tears it out, where are we supposed to live?!” Kevin looked at me with profound disappointment. “Are you… are you really unwilling to leave me even this last gift?” That single, pathetic sentence almost made me throw up. “I’ll give it to you if I want to,” I said. “If I don’t want to, you get nothing.” He sighed heavily. “You’re still like this. Always acting on emotion. This is the time you need money the most, yet just to spite me, you’d rather we both suffer. If you didn’t have this selfish flaw, I wouldn’t even be divorcing you.” I shook my head. “We’re past this point. Stop gaslighting me. You’re just trying to find a scapegoat for your own shamelessness. My back hurts, I’m not carrying your guilt for you.” Brenda gritted her teeth. “I know exactly what you’re doing! You spent fifty grand on this, and calling the demo crew is just a show. You’re trying to scare us into paying you more! When the crew gets here, you’re going to say we can buy the remodel off you!” Kevin gasped. “Mom, is she really doing that?” “Can’t you tell?” Brenda sneered. “I always knew you married a calculating woman. She’s using all her little schemes on us!” At that moment, Kevin lost his temper. He yelled at me frantically, “How can you be so vicious?! We loved each other! I don’t want to abandon you, I just want a normal, happy life! What is so wrong about that?!” Brenda slapped her chest dramatically. “Stop talking to her about love! This woman has no heart. She only thinks of herself. Just say it! How much do you want for the house? Everything’s used anyway. We’ll give you fifteen thousand, max.” I shook my head. “It’s not for sale. You said I could tear it out and take it, so I’m tearing it out.” “What do you mean not for sale?!” Brenda shrieked. “You just think it’s not enough money! How much do you want?!” I pretended to think. “Since you want a price… fifty thousand. Exactly what I paid.” Arthur exploded. “Bullshit! You paid fifty grand brand new, now it’s heavily depreciated and you still want fifty?! Do you think we’re idiots?!” Kevin looked aghast. “I actually felt a little guilty before, but now I know divorcing you is the right choice. We haven’t even filed the papers and you’re already trying to extort us. If we stayed together, you’d drain my family dry.” “I just don’t think your family deserves a single dime of my money,” I said coldly. “Whatever I spent on this house, I’m taking it all back.” Arthur pulled Brenda aside, panicking. “What do we do? Do we really give her fifty thousand? If she tears it down, we have nowhere to sleep tonight.” Brenda’s face twisted with pure malice. She pointed a finger right at my nose. “Tear it down! Go ahead and tear it down! You think I won’t call your bluff?! I’m putting this on the record right now—the second a hammer hits my wall, you’re not getting a single cent from us!” I completely ignored her threat, packed my overnight bag, and told Kevin to get ready to head to the county courthouse to file the paperwork. Brenda kept chattering behind me, convinced I was trying to scare her. She deliberately slammed the dishes into the sink, making a massive racket, and spat out bitterly, “I think you deserve this cancer! It’s because you’re a terrible person. God gave you exactly the karma you deserve!” “However terrible I am, I’m better than you,” I replied flatly. “At least I don’t abandon my spouse the second they get sick.” She sneered. “Then why did karma hit you? My son is going to live a long, healthy life, and you’re about to drop dead.” I let out a long sigh. Her son definitely wasn’t going to live a long, healthy life. If Kevin wasn’t all talk, he’d be swallowing a bottle of sleeping pills very soon. Honestly, if he actually did swallow the pills like he promised, I’d believe he was telling the truth and admit I misjudged him. I’d respect him as a man of his word. But if he didn’t, then he was the ultimate hypocrite! Full of righteous morality, but rotten to the core! Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find Mike and his demo crew. Mike, looking a bit confused, stepped inside. “Hey Emily. Are you unhappy with the work we did? It still looks brand new. Why are we tearing it out?” “I’m perfectly happy with the work,” I said casually. “I just want it gone.” Brenda sat at the dining table, laughing sarcastically. “Still putting on a show. Go ahead, tear it down. I’m begging you to tear it down.” Mike walked in, bewildered, while Brenda smugly poured herself a cup of tea. Mike turned to me and whispered, “Emily, to strip this whole place down to the studs… it’s gonna cost you about five grand in labor and disposal.” Brenda took a loud sip of her tea and mocked, “Oh wow, five thousand dollars! That’s enough to pay for a whole round of medical scans! Are you really willing to throw five grand in the trash right now?” Kevin and Arthur hid behind Brenda, letting her handle the negotiations, even giving her a secret thumbs-up. She spat a tea leaf back into her cup and drawled, “How about this. We’ve lived together for years, let’s both take a step back. I’ll make you an offer…” Before she could finish her sentence, I turned to Mike. “Tear it down. Right now. I have to get to the courthouse.” Mike hesitated. “Emily, are you sure? I brought the work order. Once you sign it, we’re taking the sledgehammers to it.” I immediately took his pen and signed the contract. Brenda clucked her tongue. “Look at her, so committed to the bit. Keep acting. I’ll give you a final offer. Fifteen grand. That’s our bottom line. Just take it and stop the performance…” I glanced at Mike. “Why aren’t you moving?” Hearing my tone, Mike immediately signaled his guys. One of them picked up a heavy sledgehammer. Brenda finally panicked. She jumped up and screamed, “I’m warning you! The second that hammer hits the wall, I am not giving you a single penny!” In that moment, I had two choices. One: take the fifteen grand, admit I was blind to marry him, and cut my losses. Two: kick my husband while he was down, ensuring that the man who had cancer wouldn’t even have a roof over his head. I chose option two. Money can always be earned back. But if I swallowed this anger, I wouldn’t find peace for the rest of my life. “Smash it,” I said calmly. The worker swung the massive sledgehammer, slamming it brutally into the custom drywall. With a deafening CRASH, a massive hole exploded in the wall. Brenda shrieked in absolute terror. She threw herself toward the wall, crying and screaming, “Stop hitting it! This woman is insane! You’re dying anyway, why won’t you let us live in peace?! Are you trying to drag us to hell with you?!” Her arrogant, smug demeanor was completely gone. Staring at the gaping hole in her pristine living room, she beat her chest in despair. Mike looked at me nervously. “Emily, what now?” “There are six of you,” I said. “Are you really going to let one old lady stop you?” Mike instantly understood. He knew I was the one who had paid him to build this place. He waved his hand, and his crew unleashed absolute chaos. The hardwood floors, the custom cabinets, the drywall, the luxury bathroom tiles—all smashed to unrecognizable pieces. Kevin stood frozen in the middle of the room, shell-shocked by the violence of the demolition. He stared blankly and muttered, “You crazy bitch. Even if you beg me on your knees to remarry you, I will never take you back!” Arthur and Brenda were running around frantically, trying to physically block the workers. But there were too many guys. They’d block the kitchen, and the bathroom would get smashed. They could only stand there and watch their beautiful home be reduced to concrete and dust. I smiled at Kevin. “Well, now our divorce agreement is perfectly balanced. Let’s go to the courthouse.” Brenda sobbed hysterically. “Divorce her! Divorce her right now! I don’t want to spend another second with this psycho!” Kevin took a deep breath, grinding his teeth. “Let’s go. We’re filing it right now. I just hope that when you are on your deathbed, you don’t come crawling back to beg me for help!” I glanced at him. I knew that if I told him the truth about his cancer diagnosis right then, it would be incredibly satisfying. But I wasn’t stupid. I saw right through his mother. In our state, there’s a mandatory 30-day waiting period before a judge finalizes a divorce decree. If I told them he had cancer now, she would absolutely force him to use his status as my legal husband to take out massive medical loans. Under the law, marital debt incurred during a medical emergency could make me liable for half of it. As long as I held onto the truth until the divorce was finalized, they couldn’t latch onto me like leeches and force me to subsidize his healthcare. I married the wrong man, but that didn’t mean I had to be an idiot. I was going to let this piece of trash walk straight into hell on his own two feet. Kevin and I went to the county clerk, filed the petition, and the 30-day waiting period officially began. As we walked out of the courthouse doors, Kevin glared at me fiercely. “I can’t wait to see the day you drop to your knees and beg me to save you. When that day comes, I’m going to kick you to the curb and tell you to rot!” I gave him a placid look. “I’m looking forward to that day, too.” Honestly, I was a little worried that during the next 30 days, Kevin might log into his patient portal, see his results, and immediately withdraw the divorce petition. But to my absolute shock, Brenda made an unexpected move. She actually made Kevin quit his job and took the whole family on a month-long vacation out of state. I heard through mutual friends that she was terrified I would withdraw the divorce to trap him, so she made him run away until the waiting period was up. She even bragged that if I tried to stall the divorce, they would just live out of state permanently, dodge the summons, and drag it out until I died of cancer. Because of Brenda’s brilliant plan, Kevin never checked his medical records or went back to the hospital for his follow-up. Finally, the 30-day waiting period was over. That day, the judge signed the final decree. Holding his copy of the divorce papers, Kevin waved it in my face with a cold sneer. “From today on, even if you die in a ditch, it has nothing to do with me.” He turned to leave, but I spoke up. “Hold on. I have a parting gift for you.” Brenda, standing right next to him, spat venomously, “What kind of gift? You’re already divorced, are you still trying to win him back? Thank God I took him away for a month, otherwise you really might have trapped us.” I calmly pulled up the hospital’s patient portal on my phone and handed it to him. Kevin frowned. “What is this? Are you giving me your phone?” I shook my head. “This is your electronic medical record. Your physical results came out a month ago, but you ran out of state and never checked them.” Kevin scoffed. “Oh, so now you care about my health? Don’t act like a loving wife in front of me, it just makes me sick.” “Just read it,” I insisted. He took the phone and glanced at the screen. Slowly, the arrogant smirk melted off his face, replaced by absolute horror. Brenda, who couldn’t understand the medical jargon, leaned in curiously. “What does it say?” Kevin dropped his arms, staring into space. “How is this possible? Why do I have cancer?” “They found your cancer a month ago,” I said honestly. “I went home to borrow money from my mom to pay for your treatments. But my mom was worried you were a scumbag, so she lied to test you. Looks like she won the bet.” Brenda panicked. She snatched the phone and read the screen frantically. “This is wrong! Weren’t you the one with cancer?! How did it suddenly become my son?!” “You guys hid out of state for a month partying,” I said evenly. “I’m guessing the cancer has gotten much worse. We were married once, so consider this a friendly heads-up.” Kevin was terrified. He lunged forward and grabbed my arm. “No, you can’t leave! Why didn’t you tell me clearly back then?! I’m not divorcing you! You can’t go!” I yanked my arm out of his grip. “The judge already signed the decree. Don’t touch me.” Brenda started hyperventilating. “How could you divorce my son when he’s sick?! You have a duty to take care of him!” She desperately grabbed the divorce decree and tried to shove it back at the court clerk behind the glass. “They aren’t getting divorced! Invalidate this right now!” The clerk, who had heard the whole exchange, rolled his eyes aggressively. “Where were you during the 30-day waiting period? Do you think the legal system is a game?” I put my copy of the papers in my purse and turned to walk away. Brenda threw herself in front of me, blocking the exit. She was sobbing hysterically. “My son is dying, and you hid the truth from us! You made him waste a whole month of precious time!” Kevin stood frozen in place, his face ashen white with fear. “Those were his test results,” I said coldly. “He chose not to check his own portal. How is that my fault? And where were you guys for the past month? Oh right, you were terrified my illness would drag him down, so you made him hide out of state.” Brenda wailed at the top of her lungs, “How can there be such a vicious woman in the world?! You abandoned your own husband when he got sick!” She screamed as loudly as she could, trying to draw the attention of everyone in the lobby to shame me publicly. But we hadn’t exactly been whispering. Everyone in the courthouse lobby had heard exactly what happened.

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Liam Was Famous in Our Circle as the Ultimate Wife-Guy He refused to marry for family connections and spent three years spoiling me like crazy. But at the bachelor party just before our wedding. His “first love” asked: “If I crashed your wedding, would you leave with me?” He answered seriously: “Yes.” Holding back tears, I texted my filthy-rich best friend. [Can you pick me up right now?] Seven minutes later, she arrived, tires practically smoking. “I told you from the start, with your looks and personality, you should marry into real wealth! “My brother is gorgeous, my dad is a silver fox, take your pick!” 01 With the wedding approaching, Liam’s buddies threw him a wild bachelor party. His inner circle knew how much Liam pampered me. If he didn’t bring me along, he’d always be home by ten. Regardless of whether the others were done partying or not. So this time, they enthusiastically invited me too. But as soon as I walked in, the vibe felt off. People greeted me warmly, but kept shooting covert glances at Liam. I didn’t get it. Once everyone sat down, a girl with short hair arrived late. “Sorry, traffic was a nightmare. I’m late!” Tall and slender, her voice was crisp and bright. Beside me, Liam instantly froze. That was the first time I saw such a blatant, heart-skipping-a-beat expression on his face. She reached out a hand enthusiastically: “You must be the bride-to-be. Nice to meet you, I’m Emma!” Hearing that name, everything clicked. This was the girl Liam had desperately loved for five years. The one that got away. Back then, Liam wasn’t as composed as he is now. He chased her relentlessly. Thousands of roses arranged beneath her dorm window. A massive fireworks display set off on the beach just for her. His entire youth was consumed by her. But three years ago, she decidedly followed another boy to study in London. That was around the time I met Liam. At a party, he walked toward me through the hazy lights. I’d only had half a glass of wine, but I was completely intoxicated. I hurriedly asked my friends about him. When they shoved me toward him, I was so nervous I stuttered. “I-I’m Chloe. What’s your name?” The crowd burst into laughter. The frown Liam had worn for months finally smoothed out in that moment. After we got together, Liam poured all his gentleness into me. He memorized my favorite and least favorite foods. No matter how late I worked, he insisted on picking me up. Every holiday, he prepared thoughtful gifts. He posted me all over his Instagram, introducing me to all his friends and family. Even his friends got jealous. “Chloe, you really caught him at the right time. He spent years leveling up his emotional intelligence chasing the hardest girl to get, and now you reap all the benefits.” Those words never bothered me. Because they also said we were complete opposites in both looks and personality. I wasn’t anyone’s replacement. More importantly, I could feel that Liam truly loved me. After three years of passionate dating, he firmly proposed. I thought our love was finally blooming into a happy ending. But reality delivered a heavy blow. 02 Emma casually sat down next to me. She pulled a bottle of perfume from her bag and handed it to me. “A wedding gift. This scent is super elegant. I’ve used it for years.” She smiled, her eyes crinkling. I had to admit, she was poised and charming. Even the wedding gift was specifically for me, not Liam. I accepted it and thanked her. Then she pulled out her phone to add me on Instagram. “If he ever bullies you, remember to complain to me. “Even though Liam and I grew up together, I’m not taking his side. I’ll always have your back!” The friends around us applauded. “That’s our girl, always so badass!” Emma paused, looked past me, and locked eyes with Liam, who was sitting on my other side. “Hey, what’s with you? Haven’t seen you in three years and suddenly you’re mute?” The people around us sipped their drinks, watching the drama unfold. Their eyes were glued to the three of us. Terrified of missing a single second. Liam’s ears visibly turned red. He didn’t even dare turn his head to look at her. He just gripped his glass, trying to joke: “I’m not mute, I’m just out of practice with you. Don’t know what to say.” Emma laughed: “Blaming me for not keeping in touch these past three years?” She raised her glass to him, “Then we should keep in touch more often from now on?” Liam glanced at me and said, “I’m a whipped man. Texting you requires a whole approval process. I gotta report to the wife first.” Sharing a smile of buried hatchets, they clinked their glasses. Everything seemed out in the open. No hidden agendas, totally transparent. But sitting between them, my chest felt suffocatingly tight. Maybe because, after three years, I knew Liam’s body language too well. Tonight, he was way too tense. Drinks were downed, songs were sung, drinking games were played. As the night wound down, everyone was a bit buzzed. Liam lost a game of Truth or Dare to Emma and chose Truth. Emma, who had been perfectly composed all night, suddenly got reckless. Tilting her head, slightly tipsy and bold, she asked Liam: “If I crashed your wedding… would you leave with me?” The moment the question dropped, the already hyped crowd started hooting. “Ooooh, finally dropping the act!” “Yeah, this is the drama we’re here for!” “Come on, answer! Would you?” Liam’s eyes were a little red from the alcohol. He looked at her, emotions churning in his gaze. And answered seriously: “Yes.” The whole room exploded. “Holy shit! I knew it!” “Crash it! Crash it!” The cheering drew the attention of everyone in the bar. Sitting between them, I found it harder and harder to breathe. My hands started trembling slightly. I didn’t know how to face this humiliating situation. Using the restroom as an excuse, I fled the scene. Holding back tears, I texted my best friend, Riley: [Can you pick me up right now?] Riley called immediately. “What happened? Did those assholes do something?” “No, please just don’t ask. Can you come get me?” I felt like I was going to break down. Hearing my voice, Riley got frantic, yelling like a drill sergeant. “Stay right there, I’m on my way! Ten minutes! No, seven!” “It’s not that urgent, drive safe.” “Don’t tell me what to do!!” 03 Seven minutes later, Riley pulled up in her Bugatti like a hurricane. The tires were practically throwing sparks. The moment I saw her, I broke down, my eyes welling up. Riley grabbed my hand, furious: “How did they mess with you?! “Liam, are you blind? Can’t you see she’s crying?!” Riley was a billionaire heiress, fiercely protective and incredibly intimidating. Her mere presence immediately silenced the rowdy crowd. Spotting Emma, Riley’s gaze turned sharp as a knife. “Oh, so you’re here.” Emma stood up and tried to grab my arm, looking overly friendly. “We were just playing a game, why get so worked up? “I’m just naturally blunt. I’m not used to hanging out with such delicate girls, I guess I crossed a line. My bad.” Riley yanked me behind her. “Who said you could touch her? “You’re not blunt, you’re just playing dumb!” At this point, Liam sobered up. Rubbing his temples, he stood up. “Chloe’s tired. I should take her home.” Riley scoffed. “I’m already here. Who needs you? You can go back to playing dead.” The crowd stood awkwardly, watching Riley help me gather my things. She scolded me while she packed. “I told you from the start. With your looks and personality, you should’ve married into old money. But no, you insisted on suffering with this new-money trash. “This kind of circle, full of fake bitches and mind games—is it really a place for someone as pure as you?” Liam’s family was worth nine figures. A nine-figure “new money trash”… quite the niche insult. But coming from her, nobody dared to argue. Finished packing, Riley picked up my bag. Seeing the beautifully packaged perfume inside, she didn’t even ask, just pulled it out and tossed it on the floor. “What kind of expired garbage is this? The audacity to give this as a gift.” The bottle rolled across the floor, stopping right at Emma’s feet. Emma’s face went rigid. Riley pulled me away. Liam chased us to the door, grabbing my arm. “Chloe, don’t be mad. With the atmosphere like that, she suddenly asked that question, and my mind just went blank.” Looking into his deeply affectionate eyes, I suddenly lost all my energy. “Are you saying your instinct, your true desire, was to leave with her?” “Of course not. Chloe, it was just a game. If I said no, she would’ve lost face in front of all her friends.” “So to protect her pride, you trampled all over mine?” “I just gave her a polite answer! I’m giving you a marriage!” I shook him off, laughing out of sheer anger. “So I should consider myself lucky? “Liam, we’ve been together for three years, and I never realized you were such a master people-pleaser.” Right then, Riley pulled the car around, honking the horn aggressively. Liam tried to grab me again. “Let me take you home. We can talk in the car.” Riley frowned. “If you have so much free time, why don’t you take that basic-ass Tesla of yours and drive for Uber to clear your head?” Liam choked on his words. For the first time, his custom Bentley made him feel humiliated. I opened the passenger door and got in. Looking back at Liam, I said: “The wedding is off. “We both need to seriously rethink everything.” 04 On the way back, I scrolled through Instagram. I saw Emma had posted two stories. The first one: [She really doesn’t look like me at all. But don’t you think that just makes it more obvious you’re trying to prove a point?] The second one: [If you wanted to use these three years to prove that I made a mistake leaving you… congratulations, you succeeded.] The emotions I had been holding back all night finally shattered. I broke down sobbing. Crying for the three years of genuine love I had wasted. I always thought Liam’s obsessive pampering came from love. I never expected it was just a show put on for her. I was just a prop in their high-stakes emotional tug-of-war. Riley was painfully straightforward. She didn’t know how to offer sweet comfort. She just liked to solve problems. “Stop crying. There are plenty of men in the world. Just get a new one! “My brother is gorgeous, my dad is a silver fox, take your pick!” I cried until I laughed at her absurdity. “Riley, am I just useless? At a time like this, I still need you to stand up for me.” Riley patted my head. “Don’t be stupid, everyone’s wired differently. “My mom died when I was young, and left just the three of us. None of us are exactly normal, and we suck at showing affection. I was a rebellious nightmare growing up, so I don’t exactly get to be the hero often. “But you are naturally kind-hearted. Every day with you is like a breath of fresh air. “You’re still the gentlest nurse in the city. When I was hospitalized, if you hadn’t been there with me every day, patiently calming me down, I never would’ve made it through.” Those words helped. My shattered self-esteem slowly started to piece itself back together. Riley added, “Seriously though, won’t you consider marrying into my family?” She had said this many times. I met Riley when she was admitted to the hospital. The Chief of Surgery was her attending physician, and I was a nurse. But because I had a soft voice and a gentle touch with IVs, Riley threw a fit and demanded I be her primary care nurse. From then on, we built a deep, revolutionary friendship. At the time, I was already dating Liam, and Riley regretted it every day. “Why couldn’t I have gotten sick a few months earlier! “You were single then, I could’ve totally dragged you home to be my sister-in-law!” The innocent bystander in all this—Carter, her brother. Who had flown back from studying in London specifically to visit her. His face went dark every time she brought it up. Because of her relentless nagging, my relationship with Carter started below freezing. Whenever we bumped into each other, I’d awkwardly look down. He’d awkwardly look away. We pretended we were invisible. Recently, Carter had returned from abroad and joined our hospital as a surgeon. Right down the hall from me, actually. The arrival of this brilliant, icy-hot doctor sent the whole hospital into a frenzy. Nurses would find excuses to walk past his office twice a day. Sick leave plummeted. Meanwhile, I’d hold my bladder all shift just to avoid running into him in the hallway. Seeing me stay silent, Riley got excited. “You’re quiet… are you actually considering it? “Have you decided? My brother or my dad?” My mouth twitched. “If those are the only two options, I’d rather pick your dad.” Riley practically vibrated with excitement. “Hell yes! Honestly, I’d prefer that too! “My dad is old, he’ll kick the bucket soon. You inherit his fortune early, and we can hire pool boys every day! “My brother is no good. He has a perfect routine, he works out, he’s annoyingly healthy. I’m afraid you wouldn’t outlive him.” Me: “…” 05 The next afternoon, Riley arrived precisely on time to pick me up from work. Passing Carter’s office, she dragged me inside. “Bro, are you working late today?” Carter looked up from his monitors. He was 6’3″, with sharp features and a perfectly straight nose. His eyes were dark, cold, and captivating. The kind of absurdly good looks that made you complain about God playing favorites. Carter glanced at me, his gaze freezing cold. “No.” As soon as the word left his mouth, Dr. Bennett, who sat across from him, looked up in shock. “Dr. Harrington, aren’t you…” Carter shot him a glare that could melt steel. Dr. Bennett gulped and swallowed the rest of his sentence. Riley asked, “Then are you eating out tonight?” Carter paused, looking slightly aristocratic. “I suppose I could.” With that, he decisively stood up and gathered his files. Riley cheered, “Perfect! Since you’re eating out, I’m taking Chloe home for dinner. That way she won’t feel awkward with you there.” Carter froze. He slowly raised his head to look at Riley. His eyes suddenly carried an inexplicable murderous intent. “Then why don’t you just take her to a restaurant? Our chef’s food isn’t even that good,” Carter said, looking thoroughly pissed off. Their housekeeper, Maria, was originally hired to tend the gardens. But as she got older and couldn’t dig dirt anymore, she asked to be the chef. Her food was… well, extremely healthy. Riley went up on her tiptoes and whispered loudly in his ear: “I’m taking her home to introduce her to Dad. “Hehe, I’m getting a new stepmom! Are you excited? Surprised?” Carter slowly straightened up. Looking at Riley as if looking at a corpse. A few seconds later, he grabbed Riley by the collar and dragged her toward the imaging wing. “Come on, let’s get you an MRI. I want to see if they accidentally removed your brain during your last hospital stay.” Riley’s struggles echoed down the hallway. “My brain is fine! Bro, let me list the top three benefits of having a young stepmom. “One, Dad gets married, so he stops nagging us to get married. “Two, I’ll have her whisper in his ear to leave the company to me. You get to be Dr. Harrington in peace, I become CEO, everyone wins! “Three, stepmom is young and hot. Barring accidents, we’ll have a baby brother by next year, the family legacy is secure, and you don’t even have to have kids! You could even get a vasectomy—Ouch! Why are you pinching me?! It hurts!” 06 As we drove out of the hospital, a familiar car flashed by. I looked back. “Was that Liam?” Riley was perfectly calm. “Nope, you’re seeing things. He’s probably curled up in some bed right now pouring his heart out to his ‘first love’. He’s not worried about you.” I’m usually a very emotionally stable person. I figured even a breakup should be handled with dignity. But hearing her say that, I suddenly felt that dignity was overrated. I blocked Liam on every single platform. Out of sight, out of mind. Carter and us arrived at the house right around the same time. As soon as he walked in, he disappeared into his room to change. He had been glaring the whole ride. It wasn’t until Maria brought the food to the table that Carter finally emerged. When Riley saw him, she jumped. “Are you insane? Why are you dressed like that at home?” Carter sat perfectly straight at the dining table. Wearing a sharply tailored suit, not a single hair out of place. Looking like a cold-blooded Wall Street CEO. “I always dress like this,” Carter said through gritted teeth. Riley’s mouth twitched, but she stayed quiet. Right then, Mr. Harrington came home. He greeted me warmly and sat down at the table. Carter stared at his dad’s three-piece suit. “You’re not changing? Don’t you normally rush to put on your ratty undershirt the second you get home complaining suits are uncomfortable?” Mr. Harrington looked at me, then at the fully decked-out Carter, and said cheerfully, “It’s a rare occasion you kids bring a friend home. I had to look presentable.” Carter’s mouth twitched this time. Dinner officially began. Carter held a small bowl of rice, looking incredibly posh. “Move the pork roast and ribs to the other end. Too greasy.” Maria obliged. Carter elegantly chewed a single leaf of spinach. Mr. Harrington looked bewildered. “Aren’t you a total carnivore? Since when do you touch vegetables?” Carter froze. He looked at his father, who was systematically cutting his steak. “Don’t you usually eat steak with chopsticks?” Mr. Harrington choked. I quickly intervened. “Knives and forks can be a hassle. I use chopsticks for steak sometimes too.” The tension eased slightly. Carter continued: “My dad usually loves spicy fish heads and spits the bones right onto the table.” “Okay, you’re definitely sick today!” Mr. Harrington snapped, throwing down his fork and storming off. “You guys eat. I’ve lost my appetite.” He had now effectively been irritated out of two meals. Riley kept her head down, shoveling rice into her mouth. Too scared to speak, too scared to ask. It was Maria who broke the awkward silence. “There’s a car that’s been parked outside our gates for a long time. Not sure who they’re waiting for. Looks like a… Tesla?” Hearing that, Carter immediately stood up. “Keep eating. I’ll go check.” A moment later, Carter’s voice drifted up from the driveway. “Security, go chase away that EV. Tell him nobody here called an Uber and he has the wrong address. “Give him a fifty-dollar bill and tell him to go buy a burger. Waiting all night for nothing must be tough.” I whispered to Riley. “Your brother might be a bit unhinged, but he’s actually kind of nice to strangers.” Riley: “…” 07 Worried that Liam would harass me at my apartment, Riley insisted I stay at her place for a few days. Carter didn’t object. He even offered me his own master bedroom, claiming it had the best sunlight. He moved into the guest room next to his dad’s. Riley was astounded. “My brother never lets me bring girls home, let alone let them touch his stuff. I half suspected he was a raging misogynist. “But he’s being so accommodating to you! Do you know what this means?” “What does it mean?” I asked. Carter’s footsteps on the stairs suddenly slowed down. “It means those two cheating bastards went way too far! Even a cold-blooded reptile like my brother has awakened an ounce of sympathy!” Riley declared indignantly. “If you don’t know how to speak, just shut your mouth,” Carter grumbled venomously. Then he loudly stomped down the rest of the stairs. Carter’s room was immaculate, smelling faintly of cedar. I opened the window to let some air in. The breeze knocked a few papers off the bookshelf. I bent down to pick them up. One by one, they were medical charts I had written for Riley three years ago. At the very bottom was a note written by Carter. In very sharp, elegant handwriting. [Chloe, Central City Hospital.] It seemed completely devoid of emotion. Yet simultaneously looked like it was written with intense, suppressed feeling. I felt like I had stumbled upon a massive secret. My hands trembled as I neatly stacked everything back where I found it. I crawled back into his bed, terrified, lying stiff as a board. I kept telling myself not to overthink it, do not overthink it. But his scent was everywhere in the room. Whenever I closed my eyes, Carter’s face played like a movie reel in my head. Pathetically, I couldn’t sleep a wink. 08 The next morning, we gathered at the dining table. I sported massive dark circles. So did Carter. Mr. Harrington looked ten years older, completely exhausted. Riley was shocked: “What happened to you guys? Did nobody sleep?” I stammered: “I think it’s just… sleeping in a new bed. I’m not used to it.” Carter: “I also slept in a new bed. Not used to it.” Mr. Harrington glared weakly at Carter. “If you can’t sleep in a new bed, why do you have to torture your father? I don’t know what kind of manic episode he was having, but every time I came out to use the bathroom, he ran out to stare at me. Startling me all night, I barely slept a wink.” Carter looked completely justified. “What kind of normal person gets up to pee eight times a night?” Mr. Harrington’s lip quivered. “I’m old, my bladder is weak! Fine, I’m not normal!” With that, he slammed down his coffee mug and left in a huff of humiliation. He had now effectively stormed off from breakfast too. No wonder he never gained weight. Riley chewed on her bagel: “Have my brother drop you off at work later, I’m not driving you today.” I quickly declined. “I don’t want to inconvenience Dr. Harrington. I can just get an Uber.” Carter stood up and said, “It’s on the way anyway. I’ll just drive you these next few days.” Then he grabbed his phone, the tips of his ears turning bright red. “Let’s add each other’s contacts.” I was trying to figure out how to politely refuse. Riley chimed in, “Seriously bro? You’re driving a colleague to work and you want her number so you can Venmo request her for gas money?” I suddenly understood. So that was why. I had totally overthought things. I quickly pulled out my phone and added his number. And immediately Zelled him fifty bucks. “Is this enough?” Carter didn’t say a word. He just stared blankly at Riley. Looking like a man who had lost the will to live. 09 On the way to work. Carter drove, still sporting his signature icy glare. To break the awkward silence, I pulled out my phone and started scrolling through Instagram. One swipe, and my world collapsed. I realized that last night, the highly-aloof Dr. Harrington had posted a story. [Today, we added an extra plate at the table. 😊] The photo was of the massive mountain of rice in front of me. He also managed to catch my right hand holding the fork. Even with Instagram’s photo compression, it was painfully obvious… That bowl of rice was packed tight. I have a big appetite, but didn’t want to be rude and ask for seconds at a stranger’s house. So I had just aggressively packed down the rice to fit more into the bowl. I wanted the earth to swallow me whole. What was worse was the comment section. I could see comments from mutual friends. Emma had commented almost instantly: [Who is that?! Who is that!] Liam had clearly recognized my bracelet and left several frantic comments. [She’s at your house? No way, what are you trying to pull??] [Tell her I’m outside your house to pick her up.] [You’re playing dirty! Just you wait!!] I slowly turned to Carter. “Dr. Harrington, why on earth would you post something like this?” Carter looked unfazed. “People usually think I’m antisocial and cold. I wanted to show my hospitable side.” I was speechless. “Dr. Harrington, how do you even know Emma and… Liam?” “Emma was a friend of a classmate. Three years ago, when I was studying in London, she moved there too. One day, this guy Liam adds me on social media, says a bunch of weird stuff, and tells me to ‘take good care of her’.” Suddenly, I remembered. They said Emma had moved abroad chasing another guy. The realization hit me like a truck. “The guy Emma chased abroad was you?” Carter suddenly turned his head and looked at me, his eyes dead serious. “I have absolutely no relationship with her. We aren’t even friends.” I quickly processed this web of connections. “So, for the past three years, you could see every single thing Liam posted?” “Yes.” I remembered how, when we first officially “met”, Carter had stared at me in a daze for a long time. Until Riley screamed like a banshee, snapping him out of it. “So, back at the hospital… when we supposedly met for the first time, did you recognize me?” I asked. “No. The timeline is reversed,” Carter said, keeping his eyes on the road. Word by word, it pierced straight into my heart. “I met you in the hospital first. Only later did I get Liam’s friend request, and on his feed, I saw you again. “If it wasn’t because I saw you in his photos… I never would have had the patience to listen to his nonsense, and I definitely wouldn’t have kept his contact on my phone until now.” This information exploded in my brain. Ultimately, I only latched onto one main point. Which meant, even when Liam was already dating me, he still couldn’t let go of his ‘first love’. He had pathetically reached out to her supposed crush to send those bizarre messages. My eyes burned, and I stayed silent for a long time. Carter quietly handed me a tissue. “Don’t be sad. There are plenty of men out there. Just get a new one.” I sniffled. “Those messages he sent you… is it convenient for me to see them?” Carter turned to stone for three full seconds. Then stated firmly: “No. It is. Not. Convenient.” Fine, whatever. Why was he acting like I just asked to see his underwear? 10 For the next little while, I slept at Riley’s house and commuted with Carter in the mornings. With all the constant chaos, the agonizing post-breakup phase flew by. Carter was like a caveman slowly discovering civilization. Not only did he learn how to care for others, he even started trying to cook. This terrified Maria, who thought she was about to be fired. The other victim was Dr. Bennett, who shared Carter’s office. Carter suddenly stopped working overtime. Dr. Bennett was left to hold the fort alone, his hairline visibly receding day by day. Riley marveled: “The most abnormal person in our family is becoming more normal every day.” But I still thought he was a little weird. For example, right before bed, he would check on me with the same bedside manner he used on terminal patients: “How are you feeling these past two days? Are you getting used to the bed?” I nodded: “I’m used to it.” He’d immediately turn around and post an Instagram story. [She’s finally getting used to my bed. 😊] The picture was of my jacket hanging on his bedpost. The comment section must have been brutally toxic. Because by the time I saw it, it was just a uniform row of: [Comment deleted] [Comment deleted] My jaw dropped. “Dr. Harrington, is this also to show off your hospitality?” Carter, peeling an orange for me, looked completely calm: “No, this one was to flex on the haters.” The first hater to be flexed on was Emma. Perhaps the flex kept her up all night. At the crack of dawn, she was waiting outside Carter’s house, peeking through the gates. She wanted to see with her own eyes who this “she” was that was driving her insane with jealousy. But she picked the wrong day. Riley, who notoriously slept in, miraculously woke up early that day. When the two made eye contact, Riley smiled like a demon. “You could have stayed in heaven, but you just had to come knock on hell’s door!” She had been wanting to punch someone for days. But living in a civilized society, she couldn’t exactly throw hands in broad daylight. Riley slowly rolled up her sleeves. Took a deep breath, and screamed at the top of her lungs: “INTRUDER! THIEF!” Then she charged out, fists flying in an absolute beatdown. Hearing the screams, Maria stumbled out of bed, grabbed a broom, and joined the fray. As Emma’s shrieks grew sharper and sharper, Maria regained a sliver of reason. “Are we hitting her too hard?” Riley: “If we don’t hit hard, how will the thief learn? Maria, your cooking is terrible, you gotta show you’re useful for something!” Hearing that, Maria instantly remembered her impending unemployment. To prove her indispensable value, Maria rolled up her sleeves and swung the broom with feral intensity. When security finally arrived, it took three guys to pull Maria off. Emma was left bruised and battered, her face swollen like a balloon, gasping for air between sobs.

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I saw a text message on my husband Preston’s phone. He had booked a luxurious ten-day European getaway for the Thanksgiving holidays. I smiled. He had always loved surprising me like this. But when the holidays finally arrived, that surprise never came to me. Instead, he told me he had to go on an urgent business trip out of the country. Then, I saw a post on his secretary’s Instagram Story: [A kiss of true love under the Bridge of Sighs in Venice. You kissed my lips, but you captured my heart.] Attached was a photo of her and Preston locked in a passionate kiss. I saved the photo and sent it to the Vance family group chat with the caption: Congratulations. Looks like you’re all getting a new daughter-in-law. 01 The Vance family group chat immediately exploded. Everyone started popping up. My mother-in-law: “Harper, is this some kind of misunderstanding?” Preston’s cousin: “Damn, Preston knows how to play.” His aunt quickly tagged the cousin: “Keep your mouth shut, kids.” My sister-in-law: “Why does that woman look so familiar?” Preston’s other cousin: “That’s his secretary, Chloe.” The chat fell dead silent. A moment later, Preston finally sent a message: “Chloe lost a game of Truth or Dare and had to post a kissing photo. She’s my employee, and I didn’t want to see the poor girl humiliated, so I helped her out. Everyone, calm down.” My phone rang immediately. It was Preston. “Harper, stop acting like a child, okay? How could you post a photo like that to the family chat? You know the Vance family is a major traditional household. The elders are very conservative. Delete it right now.” I kept my voice perfectly flat. “Is there something wrong with the photo? I think the lighting is great, and the caption is very poetic.” Preston’s tone grew impatient. “I told you, she lost a game of Truth or Dare. Why are you being so petty with a young girl?” I sat up straight, my tone turning deadly serious. “She’s kissing my husband. Of course I’m going to be petty. If you didn’t have feelings for her, you would never have entertained something like this. Preston, I hope you don’t make a mistake.” His voice softened. “Okay, I promise I’ll be careful next time. I’ll bring you back a nice gift from my trip.” I checked the calendar and asked, “How many more days until you’re back?” The timeline he gave me matched the ten-day European tour itinerary perfectly. Preston Vance had ultimately chosen to betray our marriage. A few days later, Preston returned. I went to the airport to pick him up. It wasn’t because I was clingy; the Vance family was hosting a large family gathering today, and we had to make an appearance as a couple. Preston walked out pushing a luggage cart. Trailing closely behind him, looking like a timid little bird, was Chloe. When she saw me, Chloe shrank back slightly in fear. “Mrs. Vance.” Preston gently put an arm around me and kissed my cheek. “Thanks for coming, honey.” His breath smelled faintly of women’s perfume. They had probably just finished kissing. I turned my head away and noticed a faint red smudge on his shirt collar. I didn’t say a word. Preston looked completely unbothered. “Honey, let’s drop Chloe off first, then head home together.” He naturally pulled open the passenger door, explaining that Chloe got motion sickness in the back. Chloe sat in the passenger seat and peeked at me cautiously. “Mr. Vance, maybe I should just call a cab.” Preston grabbed my hand, his tone shifting into overbearing mode. “It’s dangerous for a young girl like you to be out at night. Besides, dropping you off is on our way.” On our way? It was a ten-mile detour, but if he said it was on the way, fine. My eyes met Chloe’s in the rearview mirror. It was a silent clash of swords—we both knew exactly what the other was thinking, filled with a woman’s intuition. I lowered my eyes and asked softly, “Was it just the two of you on this trip?” Preston answered casually, “No, the other colleagues took a different flight.” Before getting out of the car, Chloe handed me a gift box, tilting her head. “Mrs. Vance, this is a gift for you. Mr. Vance said you love shawls. I hope you like it, though I wasn’t sure if the color would be suitable.” Preston chuckled. “Harper is a bit older, she doesn’t like bright, playful colors like you young girls do. It’s perfect.” A lump formed in my throat upon hearing that. I let out a quiet sigh. 02 The moment her car door shut, I sat up straight and shifted away from Preston. He frowned. “What’s wrong?” I handed him a mirror and told him to look at himself. He quickly spotted the lipstick stain. He frowned slightly, but immediately launched into an explanation to me. “When we got off the plane, Chloe tripped. I caught her, and it must have brushed against me then.” I took a deep breath, turning to look at him. My eyes carried a mix of heartbreak and a look that was hard to read. “Preston, we’ve been married for seven years. Before this, you never had secretaries who were so unsteady on their feet that they rubbed lipstick on your collar. Since when did female secretaries start accidentally spraying perfume on you and leaving lipstick marks?” He stayed silent for a moment before saying apologetically, “Alright. I’ll be more careful from now on.” I swallowed the heavy feeling in my chest. Even though ours was a marriage built on corporate alliances, we had legitimately dated for two years before tying the knot. It wasn’t a loveless marriage. But after seven years, it felt like we had reached the end. Before we stepped out to face his family, he grabbed my arm, looking serious. “Are you mad? Why? Because I didn’t spend the holidays with you and went on a business trip with my secretary?” “When did you become so unreasonable? You’re acting as immature as a little girl.” “You know the company is going through a crucial transition. I really don’t have the time to guess what’s going through your head. I flew out of the country and worked for ten days straight. I’m truly exhausted.” “If you want to be a proper Mrs. Vance, you shouldn’t be wearing your emotions on your face right now.” I suddenly lost all patience to play this game with him. I ripped my arm out of his grasp. “A ten-day luxury European tour? A business trip? Preston, do you really think I’m the only idiot in the whole world? “Was the kiss under the Bridge of Sighs sweet? Did you capture her heart?” I pushed the car door open, not looking back. “Let’s get through tonight’s perfect couple performance, and then we need to separate and cool off for a while.” By the time the family gathering ended, I was practically on the verge of collapsing from exhaustion. Faking being the perfect couple hurts the body and the soul. When we got home, I drew a bath. I had just put on my pajamas and was applying body lotion when Preston gently wrapped his arms around me from behind, coaxing me softly. “Honey, I was wrong. I’ll never bring her up again. If you don’t like it, I’ll transfer her to a branch office, okay?” I wriggled out of his embrace. “Preston, don’t hug me when you smell like another woman’s perfume and lipstick.” He grabbed me again the second I broke free. “I’m sorry. Come wash up with me again, okay? You can literally peel my skin off.” He leaned in to kiss me. Just as I was about to slap him, his phone rang. I glanced at the screen. The caller ID was: Little Clumsy. Through the speaker, I heard Chloe’s delicate, tear-laced voice. “Mr. Vance, what do I do? I messed up the data in the files we brought back, and I don’t know how to fix it! The contract signing is tomorrow. What should I do?” Her voice was laced with panic, carrying a young girl’s reliance on a man in power. Preston frowned and replied, “What’s wrong with you? How could you be so careless? Stay at home and wait, I’ll be right there.” He hung up the phone, turned around, and put on his coat, telling me, “This contract is crucial. I have to oversee it personally. You go to sleep, don’t wait up for me.” After speaking, he braved the freezing wind, completely forgetting to even wear a scarf, and hurried out the door. I sat quietly on the sofa and listened to the notification chime on my phone. I tapped it open. It was Chloe’s newly posted Instagram Story: A serious man is the most handsome, no matter what he’s doing. The photo showed Preston sitting under a lamp, painting Chloe’s fingernails. My suspended heart finally died. I locked the bedroom door, put on my earplugs and eye mask. There was no way he was coming back tonight anyway. The next morning, as I ate breakfast, the maid asked me, “Is Mr. Vance not eating breakfast?” I put down my utensils and thought for a moment. “You probably won’t need to make breakfast for him anymore. I imagine he won’t have much time to eat at home from now on.” I picked up my phone and opened it. Sure enough, Chloe had posted another story, this one filled with the “simple joys of life.” Preston was sitting at a street food cart. On the table sat soy milk and steamed buns. The rising steam blurred his face slightly. There were two sets of chopsticks and two bowls on the table. The caption read: The simple joys of life are just being with you. The endless flaunting of their affection was relentless. How picky was Preston with his food? He was allergic to dairy, allergic to peanuts, and if he ate anything remotely unsanitary, he would immediately get severe gastroenteritis. The chef in our house was held to higher standards than a five-star hotel. Ignoring a five-star breakfast to eat at a street cart—seeing this, I realized he truly was blinded by love, completely losing his mind. My fingers finally couldn’t resist the itch, and I hit the “Like” button. Very quickly, the post was deleted. 03 My prediction came true very quickly. Preston was rushed to the hospital with severe vomiting and diarrhea. When I arrived at the hospital, Preston was pale and hooked up to an IV, his eyes half-closed. His secretary was crying next to him, her eyes swollen red. She looked a hundred times more heartbroken than I, the actual wife, did. Preston was still asleep. When Chloe saw me, she immediately stood up and whispered, “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Vance. It’s all my fault.” I held out a hand to stop her. “Of course it’s your fault. You’re definitely the reason he’s hospitalized. Have you figured out how you’re going to explain to the Vance family how you single-handedly put Preston in the hospital?” “Harper, it doesn’t involve Chloe,” Preston said weakly, waking up at that moment. Chloe rushed over and stood by the bed, her eyes as red as a little rabbit’s. “I really didn’t know you couldn’t eat street food. I’ll cook for you myself next time, okay?” Preston stopped her from saying more. “You go back first. I don’t need you to take care of me here.” I stood up from the sofa and stopped Chloe from leaving. “No, you should take care of him. There’s probably no one who can take care of him better than you. I have things to deal with at my company. I don’t have time to stay at the hospital.” Preston hurriedly explained, “I was up all night fixing data last night. Chloe felt bad this morning and treated me to breakfast. Please don’t misunderstand.” I grabbed my purse to leave, shaking my head to stop his explanation. “Whether your secretary is completely incompetent is Vance Corp’s business. It has nothing to do with me. But my husband spent the entire night with a young girl fixing data, and then hospitalized himself over the ‘simple joys of life’ this morning. It’s inevitable that I’d be unhappy. So, I don’t want to see you today.” Behind me, I heard Chloe’s anxious voice: “It’s all my fault. Let me go explain to Mrs. Vance so she won’t be angry.” Preston comforted her with a hoarse voice. “Stop crying. If you cry any more, you really will turn into a little rabbit.” That evening, succumbing to my mother-in-law’s various worries and explicit and implicit hints—being a wealthy family’s daughter-in-law is hard. Fortunately, I wouldn’t be one for much longer. Ultimately, I still carried the recovery soup and went to the hospital. The door to the VIP ward was slightly ajar. I walked to the door, just about to push it open, when I heard voices inside. “Preston, I kissed you because I truly love you. I don’t care that you’re married, and I’m not asking you to marry me. I just want to be by your side. Please don’t transfer me away, okay?” “Please, don’t reject me.” It was a delicate, heartbreaking cry. Peering through the crack in the door, I saw Chloe’s tear-streaked face resting against Preston’s body. She looked up at him like a god, her face full of admiration and worship. She gently tilted her face up and pressed her tender lips against his. “I’m begging you.” Finally getting a response, it went from a gentle, probing touch to a deep kiss. The long, intoxicating deep kiss made the two of them sink into it, unable to pull away. Clatter! The thermos in my hand dropped straight to the floor, making a massive noise that startled the two kissing people inside, causing them to break apart immediately. Seeing me standing at the door, Preston froze, and Chloe, her face flushed, shrank behind him. Preston ripped out his IV needle, jumping out of bed to grab me and explain. I threw a hard slap, striking his face and forcing his head to the side. “Get away from me.” Chloe rushed over, blocking him. “Mrs. Vance, how could you hit someone? It’s all my fault. If you want to hit someone, just hit me.” Looking at the two of them, a wave of nausea washed over me. I didn’t want to say another word. I turned around to leave. “Harper, it’s not what you saw.” I spun around fiercely. “It’s not what I saw, then what is it? Making out for five minutes, what are you going to tell me? You have a good working relationship? Or you were comforting a scared little girl?” “Don’t touch me, Preston. You make me sick.” “I’ll have the Sterling family lawyers contact you. Preston, I want a divorce.” 04 Preston chased me all the way into the elevator. I used my purse to smash him out of it fiercely. “Get out, I am not staying in the same elevator as you. Even sharing the same space as you, I find your breathing disgusting.” Preston’s face was deathly pale. He stood dumbly at the elevator doors, watching them slowly close, looking at my disappointed eyes that wished I could kill him. My elevator reached the first floor. Preston, in his hospital gown, was panting heavily having run all the way down the stairs. He blocked my path at the hospital entrance. “Honey, I’m not divorcing you. Don’t speak out of anger. We can’t get divorced. Listen to my explanation.” I shook him off. “A misunderstanding? You want my forgiveness? Which sentence do you think you have the nerve to say out loud? Preston, I am so disappointed in you.” Preston grabbed my hand, refusing to let go. “No, I admit I made a mistake, I lost my mind. I just felt a little bored, and she was young, fresh, and I had a momentary lapse in judgment and got distracted. But Harper, don’t cry. When I saw you just now, I completely realized that the person I love the most is only you. What I have with her is just playing a game.” I glared at him coldly. “Playing a game? Your games are endless. Preston, are you an actor? Why don’t you go into acting? The next Best Actor award would be yours.” “What did you say? You were just playing a game with me?” Chloe had taken the elevator down and chased after us. When the elevator doors opened, she perfectly caught Preston’s words. Her tears fell like beads, staring straight at Preston. “Everything you said last night was a lie? When you were in bed saying you loved me, that was fake? When you said she was boring, that was fake? When you said you would divorce her and marry me, that was fake too?” “Then what am I supposed to do? I love you so much. I really will die without you.” She cried beautifully like a rain-soaked blossom. Before Preston could comfort her, he saw me leaving and immediately tried to chase after me. A gasp came from behind, and Chloe collapsed softly to the ground. “Chloe!” Preston rushed over, gathering her into his arms. When he frantically looked back for me, he found that I had already opened my car door and sped away. “Harper!” Preston shouted loudly, but there was no one left to answer him. My fiery temper was inherited from my father, swift and decisive. When I got back to the home I shared with Preston, I called a professional moving company and began packing and clearing out everything I owned in the Vance house. The senior maids in the Vance household were running around in a panic. They called Preston, but his phone was off, so they called my mother-in-law and father-in-law. I didn’t answer their calls. I just uploaded a video to the Vance family group chat. This time, no one came out to speak. It was the high-definition video of Preston and Chloe’s five-minute passionate kiss. Both the emotions and the body language were perfectly captured—spicy, passionate, and full of desire. I posted a single sentence: “Doesn’t a love like this deserve my blessing?” Then, I clicked ‘Leave Group Chat’. From today on, I was no longer a member of the Vance family, and I had absolutely nothing to do with them. Preston’s phone was off, leaving him completely unaware of this. He didn’t know that outside his little universe of love, the whole world had exploded. When I returned to my family home, my dad jumped up, wanting to go to the hospital and break Preston’s legs. My brother coldly called our corporate partners, declaring that whoever did business with the Vance family would hereafter be an enemy of the Sterling family. The Sterling legal team worked overnight, calculating our pre-marital assets, marital assets, and drafting the divorce agreement. Meanwhile, Chloe innocently and romantically posted on her Instagram: I love watching the way you wake up next to me in the morning. The photo featured Preston’s sleeping face. It was clear the two of them had slept quite contentedly. I loved seeing it. I saved the picture with a quick screenshot and sent it along to the lawyers. I loved how direct young girls were about love, how much they loved to show off, and how they posted everything on social media. Finding evidence couldn’t be any easier. Preston didn’t want to divorce, but now it was out of his hands. The division of partnerships between our two families was underway. My father and my father-in-law were negotiating the terms. Disentangling the partnerships of two major conglomerates was no small matter. 05 After Preston was discharged from the hospital, he came to my family home every day to see me. Every time, he was kicked out by my brother, sometimes not even allowed through the door. But he insisted on coming, rain or shine. My mom couldn’t bear it anymore. With a disappointed face, she told him, “You say you love Harper, but you go and fool around with someone else, cheating and betraying her. If you say you don’t like Harper, then why are you putting on this act now? What’s the point of this?” He knelt in front of my mom, begging her. “Mom, let me see Harper. I am sincere about her. I really lost my mind, making mistake after mistake. Please, let me see Harper.” “She won’t even give me a chance to make one mistake. I will explain everything to her properly.” My mom sighed and shook her head. “Go back. Harper said she won’t see you again unless you sign the divorce papers.” It was useless for him to kneel at my house until he died. I wasn’t even home. I had started an impromptu trip with my best friend. My best friend tilted her head, her eyes sparkling, and smiled. “You just got dumb staying at home after you got married. You don’t know how wonderful the outside world is.” We went to the snow mountains, visited Shangri-La, and went to Qinghai Lake. I was won over by the beautiful scenery. The gloom in my heart was swept away, leaving only a good mood. The answers are always on the road, and freedom is in the wind. I resolutely refused to be a fool for love. During this period, Chloe frequently appeared as Preston’s girlfriend. In the social media posts my friends sent me, I could often spot Preston and Chloe together. I found it a bit funny. Preston’s brain must have been eaten by a dog. On one hand, he refused to divorce, and on the other, he was wandering around with his affair partner. Was he afraid people wouldn’t know he cheated? By the time I returned to the city, two months had passed. When I arrived at the airport, I actually saw Preston. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, waiting for me at the airport. He stepped forward, a gentle look on his face. “Honey.” I took a step back, looking at him coldly. “We don’t need to do this, Preston. Why hasn’t the divorce agreement been signed after two months? Haven’t you been having a great time playing around with your little mistress every day? Why are you dragging me down? Can’t we just let each other live?” Preston’s eyes darted away, looking a bit guilty. “We’ve been married for so many years. Do you really not care about our old feelings at all? I really need you.” I smiled. “You don’t need me. You just need a presentable wife who can earn you face. And I am tired of playing that role.” He only wanted my status as the eldest daughter of the Sterling family to give him prestige in the Vance family and make him look good at social events. Where else would he find a wife like that? If I hadn’t looked at his face back then, I wouldn’t have fallen for such a massive trap. Now he had found all these other women. Besides playing around, what use did he have for them? I pushed my luggage past him, leaving without turning back. I didn’t care how ugly his face looked. The second day after I returned home, Chloe came looking for me, asking to meet. I didn’t even need to guess to know that this kind of meeting was just the classic plot of persuading me to hurry up and divorce him so they could be together. But I still went. Before she could speak, I raised a hand to stop her. “I want to divorce Preston even more than you do. So, you’d better find a way to convince him to sign.” “Otherwise, how are you going to become Mrs. Vance?” Taking the words right out of her mouth left Chloe speechless for a long time. She lowered her head, pursed her lips, and twisted her fingers together. After a long while, she gathered the courage to say, “I know you won’t get back together with him and that you want a divorce. I didn’t come to you because of that, but because… Preston has another woman.” Ah?? I was stunned. After thinking for a moment, I started laughing out loud. “And then? Why are you telling me this? Expecting me to help you fight the mistress? Don’t worry, I never even considered you a threat, let alone mistresses number four and five. In my eyes, you’re all the same type, and I simply don’t care.” “Let me tell you the truth. In his eyes, you are worthless. You don’t understand the lives of the wealthy. They only marry their equals. Did you think a Cinderella story would fall into your lap? Stop dreaming. Little girl, being too naive will only make you look stupid.” “A wealthy family will never accept a daughter-in-law like you. No background, a homewrecker, and completely useless.” Chloe broke down and screamed loudly, “But I have Preston’s child!” “But I haven’t seen him for a week. I snooped on his phone and found out he has someone else outside. The person he likes now is another woman.” After she finished, she covered her face and cried, full of grievances. “What should I do? I can’t find him anywhere. I have nothing now. I only have him.” She saw my gloating face and suddenly looked at me suspiciously. “Did you send that little tramp to deliberately seduce Preston? How can you be so vicious? Since you couldn’t win him back yourself, you found someone else to disgust me?!” I looked at the unwillingness in her eyes and said coldly, “Is there something seriously wrong with your brain?” Seeing my expression, she became even more convinced of her guessed truth. Pointing at me, she said angrily, “Alright, Harper Sterling, let me tell you. If I don’t have a good life, neither you nor that little tramp will have a good life either.” As if she herself wasn’t a tramp. I lost patience to keep listening. I stood up. “I have zero interest in your affairs with Preston, and I am not as bored as you are. Please do not bother me again in the future.” After saying that, I turned and left. 06 It turned out I underestimated Chloe. She hired someone to follow and secretly photograph Preston and that girl, discovering that the girl was actually a university student. She tracked down the student’s major and university, and posted all the intimate photos of the girl and Preston onto the university’s official forum, demanding the school give her an explanation. A female university student seducing a married man—such behavior was deeply despised. The girl was called in by the university administration, demanding she immediately stop this immoral behavior and issue a public apology. The student refused. She had finally latched onto a big tree like Preston, how could she give up? Later, to quell the scandal, the university expelled her. Preston called my house. He sighed on the phone. “Harper, I said that as long as you were willing to give me a chance and we started over, I would cut off all ties. Since you refuse to give me a chance, why did you step in to suppress a little student? Mia is only 20 years old, she doesn’t understand anything.” I felt blood rushing to my head. I was so angry I wanted to curse him out. “Preston, get this straight. When I say you disgust me, it means even hearing your name makes me nauseous. Do you think I would care about your business? Do you think I would step in to manage your mistresses? You flatter yourself.” “Also, the lawyers have gathered all the evidence of your affairs. If you still refuse to sign the divorce papers, don’t blame me when I add even more conditions later. Do you want to walk away with nothing?” Eventually, Preston signed the divorce agreement. A month later, we officially divorced. Preston looked at me, showing some regret and an indescribable emotion. He finally just smiled and said, “Let me drive you home one more time, just like when we were dating, okay?” I took a step back and shook my head. “Preston, I used to really like you, and I thought we would grow old together. But we still ended up here. Since we are divorced, let it be. There is no need to entangle anymore. From now on, take care of yourself.” I didn’t know if he understood what I meant. He had a bunch of rotten peach blossoms (bad romances), and he thought he could play the field without any consequences. But he didn’t know that some pretty flowers are poisonous. Sure enough, as soon as Chloe found out Preston was divorced, she started pressuring him to marry her. How could Preston marry her? He could play around, but the position of Mrs. Vance had to go to a lady from a prominent family. Chloe finally understood what my words meant. So, she appeared at the Vance Corporation’s 30th Anniversary Press Conference, rubbing her visibly pregnant belly. She stood in front of the reporters, grabbed a microphone from one of them, and asked, “I want to ask CEO Vance, are you prepared to take responsibility for the child in your girlfriend’s stomach?” As soon as that question came out, everyone in the room turned their eyes, and all the camera lenses focused on her face and belly. Preston’s father’s face turned black, and Preston froze, speechless. A crowd of reporters immediately rushed forward to interview. “Mr. Vance, what is your relationship with this lady?” “I heard she was your former secretary. Did you develop feelings only after your divorce?” “Ms. Chloe, are you the other woman?” “Ms. Chloe, how many months pregnant are you?” A female reporter who was a mother herself asked sharply, “Ms. Chloe, your belly looks four or five months along, right? Mr. Vance has been divorced for less than a month. Did you have an extramarital affair?” “Mr. Vance, did you get a divorce because of her?” The Vance Corporation’s PR department quickly stepped in to calm the storm. Preston finally regained his senses and said, “Of course I will take responsibility. I was just waiting for an opportunity to plan a proposal. When there is good news, I will certainly notify everyone.”

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Right after graduation, I married my grandfather’s younger friend. He was a thirty-five-year-old, aloof and disciplined college professor, but in the heat of the moment, he would lose all control with me. His voice would turn hoarse as he whispered my nickname, promising to build a family and have children with me. But on the exact day my pregnancy was confirmed, I found a hidden stack of postcards. The handwriting was bold and elegant, every word dripping with deep affection. [My dearest Rose: [My wife shares a few of your features. It is a rare comfort. By coincidence, her nickname is also ‘Rose.’ [But a substitute is never the original. She only offers a temporary distraction from my bitter longing for you.] It turned out that the marriage I had thrown myself into so recklessly was nothing but a laughable game of pretend. I signed a classified non-disclosure agreement for a fake death, got an abortion to make way for her, and left him with nothing but a handful of ashes. And it drove him completely insane. 01 After the abortion procedure, I walked out of the clinic in a daze. My phone rang. It was the same number that had been sending me multimedia messages. I answered it. The background noise was loud and rowdy, like a party was in full swing. “Open another bottle! Let’s celebrate Rose’s triumphant return! Hey, Professor Cole, didn’t you say you stopped drinking because you and the wife were trying for a baby? How come you’re breaking the rules the second Rose gets back?” “He has to break the rules! Rose is back, who cares about trying for a baby? Just swap the wife out and be done with it!” “Honestly, a young girl like that is only good for a short fling. She’s too delicate, too clingy, and a nightmare to coax. Look at Harrison—ever since he got married, he’s just a ghost shuttling between the campus and his house. If we weren’t riding Rose’s coattails tonight, we never would have gotten him to come out.” “But come on, Harrison, your little wife is pretty good to you. When you broke your leg and were hospitalized last year, she ran herself ragged between her classes, the hospital, and home. She made you bone broth every single day, and her clothes were hanging off her by the time you were discharged. It’s just a pity that a substitute will always be a substitute.” “With a sweet, delicate young girl fluttering around you every day, are you really telling us you never felt a thing for her, Harrison?” Before Harrison Cole could say a word, an elegant, sweet female voice chimed in. “Oh, stop making things difficult for Harrison. “Let’s play Truth or Dare. I’ll start. “Harrison, if I asked you to divorce her and marry me… would you?” I instinctively held my breath, my entire heart clenching into a tight knot. A long silence stretched over the line. “Yes.” It was that deep, steady voice I loved so much. The same voice that used to murmur my name between the sheets, making me lose all reason and sink into him. But now, it was a sharp knife, violently crushing my heart into a pulp. The crowd on the other end erupted in cheers. My heart turned to ash, and I hung up the phone. When I got home, I walked into his study—his forbidden sanctuary. I used to think he just didn’t want me cleaning in there for fear I’d accidentally damage his rare, collectible books. But when I opened the door and found the stacks of photos in his drawer, along with the unsent love letters, I realized what a fool I had been. It turned out that every place we visited, every sweet little milestone we accomplished as a couple… he would write a postcard to his first love about it. He was looking right through me, seeing someone else. Thank God there was still time. I looked at the unsent text message on my phone. [Are you really going to give up joining the Special Operations Division for him? That is your biggest dream, and it was your parents’ dying wish.] I wiped away my tears and typed a reply. [Grandpa, I am formally applying to join ‘Project Artemis.’] My phone rang almost immediately. It was my grandfather, whom I hadn’t spoken to in two years. Hearing his strict, familiar voice made my eyes instantly well up with tears of comfort. “Have you thought this through? Once you leave, you won’t be able to come back for five, maybe even ten years. “Will he agree to this?” “I don’t need his permission.” I paused, finally unable to hold back the overwhelming grievance in my heart. “Grandpa, he never loved me. I was wrong… I made a terrible mistake…” A heavy silence followed before a low sigh came through the receiver. “Everyone makes mistakes. Don’t beat yourself up over it. “In five days, the agency will arrange a fake death for you. “After that, ‘Olivia’ will cease to exist in this world.” 02 It wasn’t until late into the night that Harrison finally came home. He had changed into a spare dress shirt he kept at his office, so there was no smell of alcohol on him. I was in the living room packing up my textbooks when he wrapped his arms around me from behind. “You waited up for me? “I’m sorry. There was an emergency meeting at the faculty board, it held me up. “I bought you that blind box figure you wanted. The cashier said young girls love these.” It was the aerospace engineering edition I had been eyeing. “I’ll hire someone to build a glass display cabinet so we can put all your little figurines inside. That way, when we have a kid, they won’t mess them up.” Thinking of the baby I had just lost, a wave of hot tears rushed to my eyes. I fought them back desperately, refusing to let him see anything was wrong. “By the way, what did the doctor say at your checkup today? Are you really pregnant?” He looked at me with a probing gaze. I answered calmly: “No, I’m not. The pregnancy test was a false positive.” He let out a microscopic sigh of relief and comforted me gently: “It’s fine. You’re still young. Honestly, I wanted you to enjoy a couple more years of freedom anyway.” He was as gentle as ever. If I hadn’t heard him say “Yes” with my own ears, you could have beaten me to death and I never would have believed that the man who seemingly loved me this much was actively plotting to leave me. I wanted so badly to rip off his mask. I wanted to scream and question him like a madwoman, but suddenly, it all just felt so exhausting. “Harrison, I want a div—” A sudden, sharp cramp pierced my lower abdomen. His phone rang at the exact same time. He shot me a panicked look and hurried into the study. When he came back out, he grabbed his car keys and headed straight for the door. “Honey, there’s an emergency at the university. I have to go over there right now. “You go ahead and get to sleep.” He took my hand, leaning in to give me a goodbye kiss, but froze when he realized how icy my palm was. “Why are you so cold? “Hurry up and get into bed. Drink some hot water.” He left in a rush, not even staying long enough to hear what I was trying to say. The moment the front door clicked shut, I heard his usually composed voice lace with panic: “Don’t worry, I’m almost there.” A violent wave of pain hit me, and I collapsed heavily onto the floor. 03 I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance. The doctor told me the initial abortion procedure was incomplete, and I needed an emergency D&C. After hours of agonizing treatment in the middle of the night, I refused to be admitted to a room. I insisted on going home. I never expected to run into Harrison in the hospital’s main lobby. He was down on one knee in front of a woman. His familiar voice carried a frantic, anxious tone I had never once experienced. “The lights went out—couldn’t you have just called me? “Trying to be a hero and change a lightbulb in the dark… what if you had really injured your leg in the fall? How would you ever dance on stage again?” So, this was the dancer first love he couldn’t forget: Rosalie. Suddenly, it all made sense. Last year, I got hit by an electric scooter in our neighborhood. Harrison had been perfectly calm and rational the entire time, coldly negotiating liability with the other party without losing his composure for a single second. Who he loved and who he didn’t… it was glaringly obvious. “I didn’t want to bother you,” Rosalie choked out, her voice trembling. “Your wife is so young. Young girls get jealous and are hard to please. I didn’t want to make things difficult for you. “You’re married now. I need to get used to a life without you.” A heavy silence swelled in the empty lobby. After a long time, a sigh broke the quiet, followed by a solemn promise: “I am married, yes. But your problems are still my problems. “Don’t worry about my wife. I’ll handle her. “Just don’t try to be brave next time. Thank God it’s only superficial cuts today and you didn’t damage any tendons. “Come on, I’ll take you home.” Rosalie’s eyes were red. “I can’t walk. I want you to carry me on your back.” He hesitated for a fraction of a second, then turned around to face her. And locked eyes with me. I was standing in the corridor, having had no time to hide. He shot up instantly, a flash of panic and suspicion crossing his eyes. “Olivia, what are you doing here? “Are you following me?” 04 Following him? He really knew how to twist the blame. “Is this Olivia?” Rosalie stepped forward with a smile, grabbing my hand. “Harrison talks about you all the time. Wow, you really do look a lot like me. We must have a special connection. “I’m Rosalie. You’ve probably heard my name, right? “I’m so sorry. I took a fall at home, and I just moved back to the city so I don’t really know anyone here. I had to borrow your husband for a tiny bit. You’re not mad, are you?” Harrison was standing behind her, so naturally, he didn’t see the provocation in her eyes. He couldn’t hear her whisper under her breath: “Did you like the gift? Little substitute.” I looked her dead in the eye and smiled. “Mad? Why would I be? A dirty man—you can keep him.” I pulled my hand back, turning to leave. She let out a soft gasp and intentionally bumped against the wall. “Ah! My leg!” Harrison’s face drained of color. He rushed forward to support her. “Did you hit it?” He whipped his head around and glared at me: “Olivia! Is this how I taught you to behave?!” It was the very first time he had ever yelled at me. Just because I had talked back to his precious first love. Yet, when his friends were openly mocking me at the party, he didn’t say a single word to defend me. What exactly was I to him? “Harrison, what are you doing? I’m fine. Olivia is still young, don’t scare her!” Rosalie lightly swatted his arm, turning to comfort me. “Olivia, don’t be mad at him. He just has a bad temper. I’ll scold him for you later.” “You’ll scold him for me?” I let out a dry laugh. “Why don’t you just officially become his wife and sleep with him while you’re at it?” “Olivia!” Harrison grabbed my wrist, gritting his teeth. “What nonsense are you spewing?! Apologize to her.” The grief and anger I had been suppressing all day finally snapped. “Why should I apologize?!” I looked up, interrogating him. “You are my husband! You lied to me, saying there was a work emergency, just so you could take another woman to the hospital in the dead of night! Is that fair? Is that right?! “And what’s this garbage about not knowing anyone in the city? Does she dare swear to God? If she’s lying, I hope she gets hit by a car the second she walks outside—” Smack! A harsh slap landed on my cheek, burning and stinging. Harrison’s hand trembled slightly. It seemed even he didn’t expect himself to lose control like that. He closed his eyes, steadying his breathing, but the words that came out of his mouth were chilling to the bone. “This is my fault. “I’ve spoiled you too much. That’s why you’ve become so narrow-minded, jealous, and vicious.” Smack! He slapped himself hard across the face, looking at me. “Is this enough? Can you stop throwing a tantrum now?” “Harrison, how could you hit yourself?!” Rosalie was frantic, on the verge of tears. “It’s already swelling! How are you going to teach your classes tomorrow?! “Olivia, this is my fault. I shouldn’t have disturbed you two. If you want to hit someone or yell at someone, take it out on me!” “Fine. I’ll grant your wish.” I raised my hand. A massive force shoved me backward. “Olivia, don’t push it!” Harrison looked furious and pained. “Why can’t you just be a little more understanding like Rosalie? Have some grace!” My abdomen hit the cold floor. It should have hurt terribly, but I was so numb I couldn’t feel a thing. The very last shred of residual warmth I had for him evaporated completely in that moment. I looked up at him and smiled. “Harrison, I’ve always wondered… the ‘Rose’ you constantly talk about… who is it, really?” Harrison’s eyes trembled, and he opened his mouth, trying to explain. “Hitting someone right at the hospital entrance?!” An ER doctor getting off shift rushed over to help me up, looking surprised. “Wait, aren’t you the patient who just had the emergency D&C—” “Ah!” A speeding motorcycle zoomed right past Rosalie’s side. Harrison instinctively pulled her into his arms, protecting her tightly. Naturally, he didn’t hear what the doctor said. I gave the doctor a bitter smile and shook my head. The doctor realized what was happening, gave the two of them a look of disgust, spat on the ground, and walked away. It was time for me to go, too. Harrison called my name, making a move to chase after me. But the woman in his arms seemed terrified by the motorcycle. Her legs were weak, and she couldn’t stand steadily. He rushed to support her, and by the time he looked up again, I was already in a taxi, leaving him in the dust. 05 When I got home, I placed the signed divorce papers, the pregnancy ultrasound, and the surgical abortion records on his nightstand. I moved into a hotel without looking back, waiting for the agency to pick me up. But on the day before my departure, Harrison managed to find me. He leaned one hand against the hotel door, looking exhausted and helpless. “Olivia, come home, please? “I didn’t do it on purpose that day. “Rosalie has bipolar disorder. She can’t handle being triggered. I was just afraid you would get hurt, which is why I stopped you from talking. “I promise you, once she secures a job, I will never see her again. “Olivia, please stop torturing me. I’ve been going crazy these past few days.” I knew I shouldn’t let it affect me, but my heart still trembled uncontrollably, a sharp pang of sorrow gripping my chest. This was the man I had loved for my entire youth. After my parents died in a tragic accident, my grandfather, fearing for my safety, entrusted me to his most trusted friend: Harrison. He became my legal guardian. He was the one who sang to me on stormy nights to coax me to sleep; He remembered every single important date in my life; During puberty, he chased away the mean boys who mocked my changing body and told me to hold my head high, that it was a beautiful thing. Falling in love with him had been so easy, so inevitable. “Harrison, have you even been home these past few days?” I asked him. His eyes darted away. “Of course I have. Where else would I sleep? What’s wrong?” I gripped my phone tightly and smiled. “Nothing.” He let out a breath of relief and smiled back. “Then let’s go get some food. We’ll go to that Italian place you love.” I didn’t refuse. I treated it as a final goodbye. Along the way, he talked incessantly, which was incredibly rare. Usually, that was my role. My phone kept buzzing with multimedia messages. [He’s been at my place keeping me company these past few days.] [He said he couldn’t hold back anymore. I had no choice but to give myself to him.] [Fierce as always. So delicious.] Following the texts was a photo of Harrison’s bare torso and a used condom. I placed my phone face-down, covering my mouth as a wave of nausea hit me. “Car sick?” Harrison asked quickly. “Who keeps texting you? Just ignore it.” For a split second, I wanted to shove the phone right in his face. I wanted to see what his expression would be, and what pathetic excuse he would come up with next. But then I realized it was a waste of energy. When you no longer love someone, even holding a grudge feels redundant. At the entrance of the restaurant, his phone rang. Rosalie’s anxious voice came through the line. “Harrison, a water pipe burst at my place! Could you please come help me look at it?” Harrison looked at me, caught in a difficult position. I smiled. “It’s fine. You go ahead.” An emotion I couldn’t quite read surged in his eyes—confusion, maybe panic—but it was quickly replaced by joy. “Thank you, honey. I’ll be right back.” I watched him walk away and answered a call on my own phone. “Alright. Ten minutes from now.” …… The property management was fixing the water pipe. But Harrison’s right eyelid kept twitching, and an inexplicable panic gripped his chest. When it was finally fixed, he hurriedly put on his jacket, anxious to go find his little wife. That was when he realized he had over twenty missed calls on his phone. He called the number back. A sterile, official voice answered. “Is this Mr. Harrison Cole? “Your wife, Mrs. Olivia Cole, passed away in a car accident an hour ago. “She was crushed by a semi-truck in front of the restaurant. The body sustained catastrophic damage and could not be reconstructed. “Because we were unable to reach you, the remains have already been cremated. “Please come to the crematorium to claim her ashes.” 06 Harrison froze as if paralyzed. After a long time, he finally snapped out of his daze and said with a trembling voice: “Impossible. You must have made a mistake. “Olivia is waiting for me to get dinner. How could she be dead…” “We found her ID in your wife’s purse, and the police have verified her identity.” It felt like something in his brain catastrophically collapsed. Harrison’s knees went weak, and he had to lean against the wall to keep from falling. Rosalie rushed over to comfort him. “Harrison, could this be a sick prank? “Maybe she was mad that you came to see me, so she hired people to put on a show to make you worry and apologize. Young girls love this kind of drama.” As if grasping at a lifeline, Harrison’s tone turned desperate and agitated. “Right, right, she must just be playing a joke on me out of anger…” Before he could finish, a video notification popped up on his phone—a young woman was run over and killed by a semi-truck in front of the exact restaurant. Harrison frantically tapped it open. The light faded entirely from his eyes, and he collapsed onto the floor. That was Rose. It was his Rose! She was dead? But just half an hour ago, she had been standing obediently right by his side! Impossible. This couldn’t be real! He needed to see her. This wasn’t true. He had to see her! Harrison bolted out the door like a madman, running toward the crematorium. Inside the facility, the usually composed and dignified Professor Cole looked like an obsessed lunatic, interrogating the staff over and over again: “Who gave you permission to cremate her?! I am her husband! I didn’t sign anything! Who gave you the right to burn her?! “What if she was still alive? What if she could have been saved…” The staff had been sympathetic at first, patiently trying to explain. But eventually, annoyed by his relentless harassment, a worker yelled back: “Stop pretending to be some deeply devoted husband! If you actually cared about your wife, what were you doing when I called you over twenty times?! “I heard a woman in the background telling you not to leave! Drop the act!” Harrison froze, his limbs turning rigid, his face draining of all color. What had he been doing? He had been staring at the maintenance worker fixing Rosalie’s pipe. He heard his phone ring, but thinking it was just telemarketers, he had asked Rosalie to put it on silent for him. If he had known those calls were about Olivia, he would have answered them even if it cost him his life. “Rose… my Rose…” He collapsed to the floor, holding his head as he wailed in absolute agony and despair. She had forgiven him. They had agreed to have lunch together. How could this happen? Rosalie had followed him there. She crouched down and tried to persuade him: “Harrison, don’t be sad. Seeing you like this, little Rose is probably hurting as she watches from heaven. “Little Rose was an angel, sent down to keep you company for a while. Now that I’m back, her mission is complete and she’s gone back. “Her departure… it’s a blessing for us. From now on, I will stay by your side and take care of you…” Harrison looked up, staring at Rosalie in absolute disbelief, as if he were seeing her for the first time. All this time, he had believed she was kind, quiet, and understanding of the bigger picture. He trusted her words unconditionally, feeling a deep, mutual connection with her. But in this moment, he found her foreign and utterly repulsive. “Rosalie, that was my wife! Her ashes aren’t even cold yet, how can you say something so shameless?!” Harrison demanded furiously. “You don’t deserve to speak her name, and you can’t even begin to compare to her! “My only wife is Olivia, and the only person I want to grow old with is her! Not you!” Agony spread through every vein and bone in his body. In this moment, he finally understood the crushing pain Olivia must have felt when she asked him who the real ‘Rose’ was. He wished so desperately that he could turn back time. He wanted to tell her himself that the ‘Rose’ he spoke of was her, only her. He loved her! But he had allowed himself to be blinded by the past, hurting her again and again. Having never been yelled at by him before, Rosalie’s eyes turned red. “Harrison, I just wanted to comfort you! The dead can’t come back to life. How can you yell at me for a dead substitute?! “Was anything I said wrong? Didn’t you only marry her because she looked like me? “Isn’t this perfect? Now you don’t even have to bother divorcing her. Let’s go get our marriage license tomorrow, okay?” “Shut your mouth!” Harrison exploded with rage. “Who wants to marry you?! I am Olivia’s husband, I…” “The one who should shut their mouth is you!” A stern, merciless voice cut him off. “What right do you have to call yourself Olivia’s husband?!” Harrison whipped his head around. His furious face instantly stiffened, replaced by pain, guilt, and finally, he dropped to his knees. It was my grandfather.

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I was the professional “lapdog” to Julian Sterling, the heir to the Sterling empire. When he pretended to be poor to test my affection, I played along. When he went on dates while pretending to be broke, I was his lookout. Then, high school ended. His “poor” first love went abroad to pursue her dreams. I became Julian’s official placeholder girlfriend. He told me plainly: when his true love comes back, I step aside. So I waited. And waited. I went from his girlfriend to his fiancée, and almost from his fiancée to his wife. Finally. Right before our wedding. Julian flew across the world and brought his first love back. I slipped off my engagement ring and let out a long sigh of relief. As I left, I even thoughtfully closed the door behind them. 01 When I heard that Julian had chartered a private jet overnight to bring her back, I wasn’t surprised. After all, it was Chloe Vance. When my best friend heard the news, she was furious: “You guys were about to get married! Has he lost his mind?!” No, he hadn’t. Chloe Vance was currently one of the hottest rising fashion designers in the industry. And it was an open secret that she was Julian Sterling’s first love. Reporters had even asked her about it directly. Chloe had replied: “Regardless of who someone’s first love is, I got to where I am today through my own hard work.” “Please focus less on tabloid gossip and more on my designs.” But just last week. Chloe was suddenly hit with a massive plagiarism scandal. A stunning, star-studded dress that she claimed as her own. Turned out to be stolen from an unknown indie designer. The scandal blew up. Chloe posted a dramatic update on her social media: [Are you all trying to drive me to my death?] That morning, Julian had been glued to his phone through breakfast. He was supposed to attend a crucial contract signing with a new supplier that day. He had casually agreed to give the contract to my dad’s company. But because Julian didn’t show up, the VP seized the opportunity and gave the contract to his own relative instead. My dad was so furious he called me ten times to scream at me. I tried calling Julian, but he didn’t answer. By the third attempt, his phone was turned off. When I finally saw Julian again. It was 11:00 PM. He told me to come to one of his vacant luxury properties. I had never been to this specific house before. As soon as I walked through the front doors, I saw the courtyard was filled with pink roses. The exact flowers Julian used to give Chloe. The sports car stuffed with pink roses—that was the extravagant scene from the day Julian had originally confessed his love to her. The interior decor wasn’t Julian’s usual pretentious, ultra-modern, minimalist style either. Thinking about it, it was exactly Chloe’s taste. Approaching the master bedroom, I heard a woman crying softly. The scene inside was pretty much exactly what I had imagined. A pale-faced woman was sitting on the edge of the bed, crying beautifully, a bandage wrapped around her wrist. A tall man stood beside the bed, looking utterly lost and helpless. His usually immaculate, custom-tailored suit was wrinkled. The only thing keeping him looking somewhat put-together was a face that rivaled a runway model’s. I didn’t understand why Julian had called me here. Courier services exist for a reason. He turned and looked at me, his eyes seemingly lighting up. I knew that look all too well. It was the exact same look he gave me back in high school when he and Chloe were secretly dating in the woods behind the school and almost got caught by the principal. “Chloe gets embarrassed easily. You take the blame for her.” Whenever he didn’t know what gift to buy Chloe, or when he somehow made her angry and didn’t know how to fix it, he would give me that exact look, expecting me to come up with a solution. I usually couldn’t come up with any good ideas. In the end, Chloe would usually just kick both of us out. She would yell at Julian, saying he only had his stupid money, and she’d call me his pathetic little lapdog. I would just roll my eyes and say, “Sidekick, sidekick. Lapdog sounds so ugly.” Julian would laugh at that. But in the end, Chloe always accepted Julian’s money anyway. Chloe dreamed of being a fashion designer. Back in high school. For a birthday gift Julian gave her, she had to work three months of part-time jobs just to buy him something of similar value in return. Unlike me, who took his gifts faster than a cheetah and constantly hoped some extra cash would slip through his fingers. Later, Chloe bombed her SATs. She ran up to the school roof, threatening to jump. Julian cried and begged her to come down, promising he would make her dreams come true. He sent her abroad. The Sterling family was incredibly wealthy. While not the absolute top 1%, they were still far beyond ordinary rich. Behind his family’s back, Julian tapped into the trust fund he gained access to when he turned eighteen. He spent millions to get Chloe into a prestigious design school in Paris. Honestly, I had always suspected Chloe only got close to Julian for his money. But then again. So did I. Lapdogs do it for free. Sidekicks charge an appearance fee. 02 That year, when the truth came out about what Julian did with his trust fund. He was beaten until he was black and blue, and then forced into an arranged marriage. Old Mr. Sterling declared: “The girl you marry will be from a family of equal standing!” But Julian refused to marry anyone other than Chloe. So, he came up with a terrible idea. He brought me back to his strict grandfather’s traditional estate and orchestrated a scene where the maids “caught” us exploring the mysteries of youth. He had dragged me toward the bed in a frantic rush. It scared the hell out of me. At the time, I had just turned eighteen. I was dizzy with the moment, actually foolishly believing he liked me. A few minutes later, the bedroom door was slammed open. Seeing a massive crowd of people standing outside the door, my face drained of color in terror. I frantically pulled the blanket up to cover myself. The humiliation and shame of that moment nearly drowned me. But it was nothing compared to what Julian said next. He announced proudly: “Hazel is my girlfriend! She’s the daughter of the Hayes family!” “She initiated it! She took my shirt off for me!” I have always been smart. If I wasn’t smart, I wouldn’t have been the only illegitimate child my father ever brought into the Hayes household. I instantly understood Julian’s little trick. He was using me as a human shield. Not only that, but he was using my “scandalous” behavior to highlight how pure and virtuous Chloe was by comparison. He was basically telling his family: Look, this is the kind of girl from an ‘equal standing’ family you want me to marry. Barely eighteen, and she’s already doing things like this in the elder’s house. Sure enough. The moment we were alone. He stated matter-of-factly: “Hazel, you know who I really love.” “When Chloe comes back, you leave. Don’t worry, I won’t treat you badly financially.” A young girl’s dignity isn’t worth much. But his love for Chloe was worth a fortune. So, I traded my dignity for a very large sum of money. I nodded. Julian was very satisfied, sighing: “I knew you were obedient. Easy to deal with.” So now, it was time for him to “deal” with me. 03 No wonder. No wonder Julian had randomly transferred half a million dollars to me this morning. I actually thought he was giving it to me for our “dating” anniversary. The day after tomorrow marked five years since we “started dating.” I felt incredibly guilty after receiving the half a million. Because I hadn’t prepared a single thing for him, and I certainly wasn’t going to transfer money back to him. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to spend money on him. It was mainly because he didn’t need it. And, obviously, I was cheap. So, I had carefully selected a high-end French restaurant. I booked the entire place. I even planned to play a slideshow. I had several major projects on my plate at the time, so I had stayed up all night to put the slideshow together. I had just finished it and sent it to the restaurant right before Julian called me over here. The slideshow documented all the little moments of our last five years. Going to college together. I answered roll call for him while he slept on the desk next to me. When the professor questioned me, I shamelessly said: “I’m his future wife. We are one entity, so me answering for him is the same thing.” The whole lecture hall had erupted in cheers. Traveling together. He loved extreme sports: skydiving, black-diamond snowboarding. His rich trust-fund friends valued their lives too much to join him, so I was the only one willing to risk my neck to keep him company. Afterward, my legs would be shaking so badly I almost collapsed. When the world was spinning, he pulled me into his arms. Moving in together. We watched TV together, went grocery shopping together, cooked together… Well, I cooked, and he ate. Julian hated having maids around, and he didn’t like hiring cleaning services either. I don’t know when it started, but he eventually started volunteering to wash the dishes. The memories ended there. I was just wondering if I could still get a refund from that French restaurant for tomorrow night. Julian frowned at me: “What took you so long?” Having not slept for two days straight, I was feeling a bit dizzy and seeing spots. Chloe looked up at me. “Are you… Hazel?” I smiled and greeted her. She wiped her tears and said: “I’m sorry you had to see me looking like such a mess.” “I’m sorry to trouble you, but Julian said you’re really good at taking care of people…” I looked at Julian. Julian said naturally: “You take care of her.” “She hasn’t eaten in two days. Make her something to eat. And her clothes are too thin, go buy her a change of clothes…” As Julian rattled off his demands, I just kept nodding, nodding, nodding. I said: “Yes, sir. No problem. Received. I’m on it right now.” My obedient, compliant response suddenly left Julian speechless. I was taking notes on my phone. When I heard silence, I looked up at him, confused. “Is that all? Ju… Mr. Sterling.” I almost slipped up and called him by his first name. Calling him “Julian” was something he had specifically told me to do back when we were putting on the act for his grandfather. There were too many occasions where we had to pretend. He specifically allowed me to use that name, and I eventually just got used to it. But now that Chloe was back, if I kept calling him that and she got jealous, Julian would absolutely destroy me. Julian’s gaze was heavy. Seeing that he seemed to be finished, I turned to walk out. Julian suddenly shouted: “Hazel, stop right there!” He startled me. I turned back to him, putting on my best sycophantic smile: “Mr. Sterling, do you have any other orders?” Julian’s expression looked awful. He seemed to grind out every single word through his teeth: “Do you not have anything you want to ask me?” Ask what? Julian glared at me. He was so angry his cheeks were slightly puffed out, his jawline clenched tight. He looked like a very handsome toad. I thought about it for a second, then asked: “What is Ms. Vance’s clothing size?” Actually, I could tell by looking at her. She was probably a size Small. She was even thinner than she was in high school. I don’t know if she was trying to fit the aesthetic of the European fashion scene, or if she just hadn’t been living well these past few years. Or maybe both. Unlike me. I ate well, slept well, and was a solid two sizes bigger than I was back then. I’m 5’3″ and weigh about 130 pounds. When my friends told me to lose weight, I told them this is what prosperity looks like. I grew up poor; I like looking like I have money now. If I lost weight and hired male models, it would just be a waste of good money on them. Julian laughed. But it was a dark, menacing laugh. He said: “Hazel, you are unbelievable.” “Hey! Thank you, Mr. Sterling!” 04 I bought several sets of luxury designer clothes. From underwear to outerwear, head to toe, I got everything. I also called the French restaurant. When they told me the fifty-thousand-dollar deposit was non-refundable, I almost had a heart attack. I tried to negotiate with them: “Can I just get half back?” “I’m sorry, ma’am, but no.” I said: “Then how about this: I’m not coming tomorrow night, but you can just cook the food and deliver it to me right now.” “Make whatever, but make sure it’s good.” “The address is in the Eastside Estates…” After handling the food and clothes, I double-checked to see if I missed anything. And I did find a glaring omission. A full belly leads to other desires. I went online and ordered some 0.01mm ultra-thin protection. I guessed the size. Smallest available. Hopefully, it fits. If it didn’t, he couldn’t blame me. It’s not like Julian ever showed me. When I got back to the villa, Chloe seemed to have cried herself to sleep. Her eyes were closed, her hand gripping Julian’s sleeve tightly. Julian was in the exact same position he had been in when I left. He had just stayed by her side, barely moving an inch. When I pushed the door open, Julian was leaning down, about to steal a kiss from Chloe. Wait. Couldn’t he wait until she woke up? Was he really that desperate? It scared me so much I almost walked in backward. I quickly shut my mouth tight. After thinking about it, I quietly placed the “essentials” on the floor inside the bedroom. Then, I gently pulled the door shut. Before leaving, I sent Julian a text: [Mr. Sterling, I left the clothes and food in the living room.] [You can come out and get them when you guys are finished.] While typing that message, I couldn’t help but see our previous texts. It was a message Julian had sent me while he was at work. He was complaining to me about the old executives on the board of his company. Then he whined and asked me to go bungee jumping with him, said he was going to take me to Miami to see the ocean the day after tomorrow, and that we were going to Aspen to ski at the end of the year to de-stress from work. Perhaps because the future is so uncertain. People always love to make plans for it. I had replied with one word: [Received]. He had gotten annoyed and sent a sticker of an angry kitten. I searched for a long time before finding a sticker of someone petting a kitten’s head to send back. Afraid he was actually mad, I added: [What do you want for dinner?] But calculating the time, he probably saw the news about Chloe right around then, and he never replied. An abruptly ended conversation seemed to be the perfect announcement for an impending breakup. It started my freshman year of high school and ended the second year after I graduated college. I couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic. Julian was overbearing, childish, selfish, and stupid. But there was no denying he wasn’t a bad guy, and he was very generous. At his engagement banquet. He had a bit to drink and proudly declared: “Hazel, I’ll allow you to stay by my side forever.” For a while, I genuinely thought we were actually going to get married. Looking at it now, I had definitely misunderstood. The cold, hard numbers in my bank account were the only things that truly warmed my heart. I took off the engagement ring I had been wearing and gently placed it on the living room table. Funny how things work out. I told the French restaurant they didn’t need to follow my custom menu, just to make whatever. But they kept the cake I had ordered. Written on it was— [Julian, Happy 5th Anniversary!] My engagement ring was left right next to the cake. 05 Julian’s lips stopped inches away from Chloe’s face. For some reason, he suddenly didn’t want to kiss her anymore. Even though the person he had thought about for years was right in front of his eyes. Julian thought it was because he respected Chloe. Chloe was no longer the poor student she used to be. For the past four years, Julian had flown to her for every single one of her birthdays. To celebrate with her, to introduce her to resources. But nothing had ever happened between them. Back then, Chloe explicitly told him she wasn’t coming back to the US, and she didn’t want to hold him back. Julian stubbornly replied: “Who’s waiting for you? I’m already with Hazel!” Chloe had smiled and said: “With her by your side, I can rest easy.” “She’s your lapdog. She’ll definitely take good care of you.” “Julian, even though we can’t be together, I want you to be happy more than anyone else in the world.” Julian’s anger instantly evaporated. This was the most tragic, yet beautiful, form of love, wasn’t it? Even though they couldn’t be together, they still held the number one spot in each other’s hearts. Chloe was meant to soar. He had to let her fly free. Chloe was like a rose Julian had cultivated with his own hands. She had fought so hard to grow out of the mud, and she deserved to bloom brilliantly for the whole world to see. He couldn’t trap her by his side. He should only be the rain that waters her when she needs him. That was the philosophy he had gradually come to accept. He only needed a greedy, materialistic woman like Hazel by his side. He couldn’t give her his heart, but he could give her marriage, money, and status. That’s how high-society marriages worked anyway. Just like the anniversary transfer he sent her a few days ago. His friend had suggested he transfer $520,000 (a romantic number in Chinese internet slang), but he thought that was too cheesy and unnecessary. Hazel, who normally wouldn’t even be fit to tie Chloe’s shoes, should be satisfied with what she got. Thinking of Hazel, Julian felt an inexplicable surge of annoyance. Even though his relationship with Chloe was completely platonic, was Hazel really not jealous at all? No. Hazel must be angry. That’s why she deliberately called him “Mr. Sterling.” His friends always teased him about how submissive Hazel was. “Julian really knows how to train a wife. Unlike my tiger wife at home. If I so much as glance at another woman, she blows up.” “When Chloe finally comes back, I bet Hazel wouldn’t even mind being the side piece, right?” “Side piece? I’d say she’s more like a loyal maid. If Julian hooks up with someone, she’d probably be the one handing him the condom!” Julian never argued with them. Because that’s exactly how it was. Just then. Julian saw the notification on his phone. It was Hazel letting him know she had come and gone. He casually glanced toward the bedroom door. Julian shot up, staring in disbelief, and walked over to pick up the small box on the floor. He squeezed the box until it deformed. Hazel had even prepared this for him. This was exactly the scenario his friends had joked about. But when it actually happened, Julian suddenly felt incredibly angry. A suffocating, irritable emotion filled his chest. Chloe woke up and saw the box in Julian’s hand. While she blushed, a flash of triumph crossed her eyes. “Julian, please don’t do this.” “I texted you to take me away, it didn’t mean anything else. I’m so sorry if I gave you the wrong impression…” But before she could finish, she watched Julian throw the small box into the trash can. Chloe’s expression stiffened. Julian said: “Do I look like that kind of animal to you?” Chloe quietly let out a sigh of relief. So, Julian hadn’t lost feelings for her. He just cherished her too much. Julian continued: “Besides, you still have to go back to Europe to build your career. How could I possibly get in the way of that?” Chloe’s face turned ugly for a fraction of a second. She tested the waters: “What if… I wasn’t planning on going back…” Before she could finish, Julian interrupted her: “Don’t lie to me. Don’t I know you? You’re someone who chases their dreams. You’re not like those women who only care about getting married and having babies.” Chloe swallowed the words she was about to say. Julian brought out the clothes Hazel had bought. Chloe looked at the clothes with a troubled expression. Julian took one look at the brand and instantly understood. He sent Hazel a text: [Chloe doesn’t like the design philosophy of this brand. She won’t wear their clothes. Go buy another set.] Julian then took Chloe out to the dining area. Looking at the table full of lavish French cuisine, Chloe frowned again. Julian sent another text to Hazel: [Chloe doesn’t eat heavy food that makes you gain weight. She just got back from abroad and doesn’t want Western food either. Go to that authentic local spot I like, get some takeout, and bring it over.] Chloe said, sounding incredibly understanding: “It’s fine. I can eat this.” Julian looked at Chloe’s pale face, his eyes full of pity. He thought for a moment, then sent another text to Hazel: [Chloe’s not feeling well. I’m taking her out to clear her head. Just to the mountains nearby. We’ll be back before our anniversary.] The person who usually replied instantly sent nothing back. Annoyed, Julian called Hazel. The phone was turned off. Had she… blocked him? Suddenly. He saw the cake on the dining table. The words on the cake made him freeze. Why did she just leave the anniversary cake here like this? A diamond caught the light and sparkled. And then, Julian saw the ring sitting next to the cake. 06 The weather was beautiful today. Perfect for traveling. Perfect for moving. Having collected my five-million-dollar severance package, I moved out with lightning speed. I guaranteed Chloe wouldn’t see my face when she woke up. I booked an executive suite at a five-star hotel and fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow. Before sleeping, I even posted a melodramatic update on social media, announcing my breakup with Julian. When I woke up. I realized my phone had died and shut off. When I turned it back on, the notification chimes didn’t stop for a solid minute. Julian had sent me a ton of messages and left several missed calls. I skimmed through them. [Hazel, what is this supposed to mean? Throwing a tantrum now?] [Are you mad because I made you take care of Chloe?] [When I got there, Chloe was lying in the bathtub with a slashed wrist! Do you have any empathy at all?] He also sent a picture. The engagement ring I left behind had been thrown into the trash can. Along with the 5th-anniversary cake. … My eyes landed on the very last message— [If you’re so tough, then don’t ever come back!] Oh. Okay. So he was telling me not to come back. I felt completely justified in not returning Julian’s calls. But soon enough, I saw a new update from Julian on social media. The scandal surrounding Chloe’s plagiarism had blown up internationally and reached the US. The indie designer she had plagiarized, despite going by the pseudonym Sirius, was actually American. And he had just returned to the States. A blurry paparazzi photo from the airport circulated online. Black hair, green eyes, 6’2″, devastatingly handsome. The photo was quickly scrubbed from the internet, suggesting his background was quite powerful. Right in the middle of this storm. Julian posted an update: [Ants always love to see the swan suffer.] The comments were almost entirely mocking, with a few hardcore shippers mixed in. But mostly, it was just normal internet users. Sirius also posted an update: [The blind man plucked the moon from the sky, but didn’t know how to cherish it.] [So, I’m back to chase the moon again.] It was cryptic. No one really understood it. Some speculated it had nothing to do with the plagiarism scandal. After all, he wasn’t even the one who made the original post providing irrefutable proof of Chloe’s plagiarism. This post sounded more like an ambitious declaration of intent to steal someone’s girl. [Did the poster return to the US to pursue someone he likes?] The creator liked that comment. Immediately after, someone discovered that this account had posted a location tag a long time ago. It was the exact same high school Chloe attended. Someone suspected: [The poster is so forgiving… could the person he’s pursuing be Chloe?] The shippers had a field day for the first time: [The Poster: I did all of this just so you would finally notice me!] [We’ve been hating on this plagiarist for so long, and it turns out it was just a twisted lovers’ quarrel?] The comment section was a chaotic mess. But Sirius never reappeared to clarify anything. Chloe, who had been hiding like a turtle in its shell for days, suddenly popped her head out. She posted: [You cannot force love. Trying to scoop the moon’s reflection from the water will only push the real moon further away.] Suddenly, a bunch of accounts sprang up, all pushing the same narrative: The “moon” Sirius was talking about was Chloe. That dress was designed specifically for Chloe. Sirius was using the wrong method to pursue Chloe, using the false plagiarism accusation to get her attention. And so on. Meanwhile. In the hotel lobby. Someone suddenly called out to me— 07 The blurry image from the phone materialized into a high-definition real person right in front of me. Mixed-race features. A strong nose, a sharp jawline, broad shoulders, and a narrow waist. A simple black t-shirt couldn’t hide the defined muscle lines of his chest and abdomen. Veins popped on his arms. His slightly curly black hair seemed styled with wax, and his incredibly long legs demanded attention. He had a cocky expression. A total bad boy. He raised an eyebrow at me and said: “What a coincidence. You’re staying here too.” After a brief moment of shock, I blurted out in surprise: “You’re—” That exquisite face froze for a second before his green eyes filled with immense joy. “You remember me? I thought you had forgotten me a long time ago…” I blurted out: “You’re Sirius!” The pedestrians nearby heard me and turned to look. Someone even pulled out their phone and started a video call: “Wife, I’m at that hotel where you helped your bestie catch her cheating husband. I think there’s a celebrity here. Take a look, do you recognize him? Should I go get an autograph for you?” Sirius: “…” I quickly apologized: “I’m so sorry for causing a scene.” He instinctively shook his head: “It’s fine…” “Let me buy you dinner to make up for it.” He said: “…Actually, it was quite a scene.” And just like that. We ended up sitting in a small diner down the street. When the waiter asked about dietary restrictions, he said: “No cilantro, extra spicy.” I casually remarked: “You have the exact same taste as me.” “We’re pretty compatible.” He seemed to smile secretly to himself. That was the first time I thought we had met by the river. Later. Maybe it really was destiny. I kept running into Ethan River. Once, near my new apartment, he was out for a run. Sweat dripped down his sharp jawline, radiating pure testosterone. Another time, at a bookstore I used to frequent in high school. He was there too, dressed fashionably, but giving off a very peaceful vibe. Another time, at my company, the sales department brought in a major client. … By the seventh “coincidental” encounter. I stopped him. Before he could casually act like he had just bumped into me again, I said— “Ethan River, do you have a crush on me?” As soon as the words left my mouth. The man in front of me widened his eyes. His pale skin started turning bright red, starting from his neck and creeping all the way up his face.

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When we were intimate, my boyfriend loved to take off my glasses. He said he adored the way my eyes half-closed, heavy with passion. Until the day I overheard him bragging to his friends. “She can’t see a damn thing without them. By the time she realizes what’s happening, it’s too late to stop me. She just takes it. “Trust me, it’s non-stop action, start to finish.” One of them asked, laughing, how he’d finally managed to lock her down. Caleb just gave a mysterious smirk. “Conservative girls are all the same. They only give themselves to a guy they think is serious about marrying them. “I bought a huge, beat-up fixer-upper entirely in cash. I put only Maya’s name on the deed. “She was so incredibly moved. She thinks I bet my entire net worth on her. How could she possibly say no to me after that?” 01 I was working a side gig as a wedding planner at my best friend’s agency, trying to save up money for my own wedding. Today, I was at a hotel downtown to meet a VIP client. While waiting in the lobby bar, I heard a man ask in a flippant tone: “Hey Caleb, aren’t you done with your ‘Cinderella charity project’ yet? “Your merger with the Sterling family is set. The wedding date is practically here.” Instinctively, I turned my head slightly. Caleb. That was my boyfriend’s name. But my Caleb was just a sales rep for a medical device company, not some rich heir talking about corporate mergers. But the next moment, a terrifyingly familiar voice came drifting over. “What’s the rush? I still have a month. “Besides, I’m having a hard time letting Maya go.” In an instant, it felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over my head. I went entirely numb. Maya. That was me. The other man snorted. “Don’t tell me you actually fell for her?” Caleb took a slow, indifferent sip of his drink. “Let’s not get crazy. It’s just a strictly physical arrangement. A contract. “And besides…” Caleb lowered his voice, thick with locker-room bravado. “She’s blind as a bat. Can’t see a thing without her glasses… I can pull moves on her she can’t stop in time. She just takes it. “Trust me, it’s non-stop action, start to finish.” His friend burst out laughing. “That girl was hunted hard by Liam Miller back in the day. He sent her a Maserati, a couple of Birkins, and he still couldn’t get her to lay a glove on her. “I heard she was pure as snow. How the hell did you pull off a grand slam right out of the gate?” Caleb smirked, looking insufferably proud. “Conservative girls only give themselves to a guy they think is serious about marrying them. “I bought a huge, beat-up fixer-upper entirely in cash. I put only Maya’s name on the deed. “She was so incredibly moved. She thinks I bet my entire net worth on her. How could she possibly say no to me after that? “It’s like leadin’ a donkey… you just need a really big, shiny carrot dangling right in front of its nose. “Giving her a car or a bag doesn’t prove you want to marry her. But paying cash for a house? That’s the carrot.” Saying this, Caleb checked his watch, looking annoyed. He turned to a man who looked like his assistant. “Where is Ms. Sterling? Didn’t we say we were meeting the wedding planner together?” I froze. The VIP client I was supposed to meet today… her last name was Sterling. Within seconds, Caleb was grabbing his jacket, swinging it over his shoulder. “I’m busy. I have to run. Tell Chloe Sterling to do whatever she wants, it’s all on her.” As he walked away, he barked an order to his driver. “Go to that bakery on the South side. The one trending on TikTok.” One of the friends with him teased: “Don’t have time to plan your wedding with your fiancée, but you have time to go out of your way to buy Cinderella a cheap little gourmet cupcake.” Caleb shoved him playfully. “Shut up.” Then he sighed, a note of genuine regret in his voice. “Honestly, if she didn’t have that bad eyesight… I don’t want a son inheriting those nearsighted genes. “Otherwise, even if my parents hated it, I might have fought for her. “What a waste…” 02 I sat there, stunned, rooted to the spot. My mind raced back to this morning when we woke up. The kiss Caleb had pressed to my forehead before he got out of bed. At the time, I had blushed and pushed him away. “I didn’t like what you did last night… Don’t do it again.” Caleb had stroked my hair, smiling. “Okay. Never again.” “You said that last time!” Caleb wasn’t angry. He just chuckled. “Well, what can I do? Maybe I should just redo it the way my Maya likes it, one more time?” My face was so hot I felt like my neck was turning red. “Shut up! Don’t you have to go into work early? Go!” Caleb dramatically checked his watch. “Yeah, I really gotta go, or I’ll lose my attendance bonus this month. “I have to keep saving up to get my Maya a real house. One with high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows.” For the hundredth time, I had told him that I loved our current house. Even though it was old and a total fixer-upper, it felt like home. “Honestly, you didn’t have to put only my name on the deed. It was your money. “If your parents ever find out, they’re going to be so upset with you.” Caleb, fully dressed now, gave me a perfect “goodbye kiss.” “Why shouldn’t I? “If, God forbid, I’m ever not around, at least I know you’ll always have a sanctuary.” I chided him for talking about such bad luck. But I never imagined he was telling the truth. The prince was eventually going back to his castle to marry the princess. And Cinderella was still here, working a stupid side gig, trying to save enough money to buy furniture for a home that was nothing but a lie. 03 A cold, composed female voice snapped me out of my memories. “My apologies. I’m late. “I’m Chloe Sterling.” The woman in front of me wore a crisp white pantsuit. Her hair was perfectly styled, cascading over her shoulder. Her features were elegant and gentle, and her face held a sincere expression of regret. Chloe took a beautifully packaged bottle of perfume out of her bag and handed it to me. “A small token of appreciation for being willing to wait for me.” I looked down at the perfume. It was a luxury designer brand. This tiny 30ml bottle cost over three hundred dollars. I was about to refuse when Chloe’s friend arrived, fuming. “That damn Caleb just left. Left a message saying the wedding budget is three million, but you can go over if you need to. “Said you should do whatever you like. “He can’t even find the time to meet with his own wedding planner. How much could he possibly love you?” Chloe forced the perfume into my hand, her tone casual, almost bored. “What does love have to do with anything? This is a merger. “I don’t care about his pre-wedding life. As long as he behaves after the vows. “Worst case scenario, even if he cheats after we’re married, I’ll be popping champagne to celebrate. “I lose one useless husband, and the Sterling family gains at least a thirty percent share in the Sterling-Vance partnership. It’s a hell of a deal.” Initially, I was hesitating, wondering if I should tell her the truth. But after hearing that, I silently swallowed it down. So, this was the world of the ultra-rich? Love didn’t matter at all. Only profit was eternal. Chloe called over a waiter and ordered some light lunch and desserts. Then she finally turned her focus back to me. “Maya Price, correct? I’ve seen your portfolio. It has a lot of soul. “It’s exactly the style I’m looking for. “This file lists my basic requirements for the wedding. Please take a look.” Her demands were explicit. Venue: The Bulgari Hotel. Full buyout of the premises on the wedding day. Dinner service at $2,000 per person, with an expected guest count of 500. The wedding theme was “Calla Lilies.” I studied the details closely, offering a professional suggestion: “Moving in a full week early for setup will incur a massive fee from the hotel. Honestly, it’s not strictly necessary. “Three days should be enough. My team can work in shifts to get the setup finished on time. “From a cost-effective perspective…” When I looked up, Chloe was smiling at me. Suddenly, I realized what I was doing. “Cost-effective” was a phrase that simply didn’t exist in her vocabulary. I said in a small voice: “My apologies. A week early it is.” At that moment, the waiter brought our lunch. Instinctively, I moved my files from the table to my chair so I wouldn’t interfere with her eating. But Chloe pushed a plate towards me. “Eat.” I looked up, surprised. Chloe tilted her chin, gesturing for me to accept it without ceremony. “You look terribly pale. Is it low blood sugar? Eat something first.” 04 After finishing our meeting, I walked alone down a sun-dappled, tree-lined avenue, clutching my phone. I dialed my best friend, Mia. The emotions I’d been suppressing finally broke through. My voice was thick with tears. “Caleb is marrying someone else.” Mia seemed to be busy with something and said casually, “Then dump him. Onto the next.” “But Caleb and I… we’ve already been… intimate.” By the end, my voice was barely a whisper. I could practically feel Mia rolling her eyes on the other end. “And? So! What! “You are so archaic sometimes, Maya. “Okay, look.” After I finished telling her the whole story, Mia was silent for a long time. Finally, she said tentatively, “Maya… how about… we finish this contract first? “I’m not just trying to make a buck, okay? I’m thinking about you. “Why should you let him make a fool out of you and get nothing? “Ms. Sterling explicitly said that if she’s happy with the final result, she’s willing to pay an additional $30,000 bonus on top of the standard agency fee. “This deal… after subtracting the agency’s operating costs, I’m giving you the rest of the profit. “Don’t be stupid, Maya. Besides love, you still need to pay your bills.” Ultimately, I agreed. Caleb, I will plan an absolute masterpiece of a wedding for you. 05 When I got home that night, Caleb was in the kitchen making soup. When he saw me come in, he was all smiles. “Hey babe! The pork ribs were thirty percent off at the store today, so I bought some to make that soup you like. “Just relax for a second, it’s almost ready.” I couldn’t help but let a mocking curl twist the corner of my mouth. How can a person be so mentally fractured? A man spending three million on a wedding, getting excited over discounted pork ribs? Caleb carefully brought the soup out. “Drink it while it’s hot.” I wasn’t in the mood and just took one listless spoonful. “Too salty. And it tastes gamey.” Caleb froze for a second. Usually when he cooked, I’d be full of guilty love, chiding him for working all day and then coming home to cook, and I’d devour every last drop. I had never, not once, said it wasn’t good. This was the first time. Caleb, good-tempered as always, took the bowl away. “Then don’t drink it. What do you want? I’ll order Uber Eats.” “Not hungry. Eat it yourself.” He tentatively asked me, “Bad day at work?” I lowered my eyes. “I’m just… tired.” Caleb immediately started massaging my shoulders. “Why does your company make you work on weekends? Quit. Don’t go back.” He had no idea I was moonlighting as a wedding planner. As he massaged, his hands began to wander. I firmly grabbed his hand and shoved a doctor’s note into it. “I have a ovarian cyst that ruptured. The doctor said no physical intimacy for at least a month.” The note was a fake, of course. I just didn’t want to give him a “breakup lay.” Part of me was even hoping this would force his hand, make him come clean and end this charade. But Caleb just frowned, looking genuinely concerned. “I really hurt you? “I’m so sorry… “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.” Me: “???” This was not going the way I had planned. 06 Caleb really did start taking care of me. He researched instructions online, reminding me every day to take my meds and rest, and he took over all the household chores. He even wanted to go with me to the hospital for my follow-up appointment. I refused, using embarrassment as an excuse. Are you kidding?! He’d find out the truth in five minutes. At the same time, Chloe Sterling’s wedding planning was moving along perfectly. She was thrilled with my concept. “Maya, your concept is even more stunning than I anticipated.” I just smiled and didn’t say a word. I had used a few of my favorite, personal design ideas for this. I had originally wanted to use them for my wedding with Caleb. They were useless to me now, so I might as well throw them into this “wedding of the century” without a shred of sentiment. While Chloe’s friend was marveling at the designs, she was also getting increasingly furious. “Caleb is out of control. Is he really just a ghost groom? “He hasn’t shown his face once.” Chloe didn’t seem to care. “He’s a man. He doesn’t want to waste time on trivialities. Let him be.” I suddenly, for no reason at all, thought back to when we had just bought our fixer-upper house. Caleb had been so excited. We used to spend every weekend wandering through Ikea and antique shops. Everything from the wallpaper and tiles down to a single lamp or tissue box was something we had personally chosen together. At the time, I really thought I had dug up a treasure of a man. Now that I thought about it, it was just a rich boy playing “house” for a few months. 07 Seven days until the wedding. The setup crew arrived at the Bulgari. Six days until the wedding. The officiant arrived. It was a celebrity host from a major network. I heard he was an old family friend of the Sterlings and was officiating as a personal favor. I listened to his walkthrough. He was excellent. Not overly sappy, yet intimate and heartwarming. Five days until the wedding. I personally “built” a rainbow in the center of the hall. It was made from over sixty miles of custom-ordered colored silk threads from Belgium. In the twenty-five-foot-high hall space, I was putting them up one by one, right there on site. From the color matching to the gradient fading, I didn’t let anyone else touch it. It took me two full days and nights to finish. A “shimmer” of light that wasn’t a rainbow, but something better, cascaded down from the skylight into the hall, creating a dazzling array of colors. Chloe stood there staring at it for a long, long time. There seemed to be tears shimmering in her eyes. “What do you call this design?” I stared blankly for a long moment before answering in a low voice, ” The Rainbow Connection. ” Chloe forced a smile and looked at me. “On the wedding day, I’m going to throw the bouquet to you.” I was about to gracefully refuse when I heard Caleb’s voice from across the hall: “That rainbow is incredible. Who did that?” Chloe went to meet him. “What are you doing here today?” Caleb pulled out his phone to take a picture of the rainbow, muttered a couple of dismissive pleasantries to his fiancée, and then immediately started typing on his phone. A second later, my phone vibrated. It was a message from Caleb, with a picture attached: [Babe, check out the venue setup for my company’s anniversary event. Isn’t it gorgeous?] At almost the exact same moment, Caleb heard the notification sound from behind the screen and frowned, walking towards me. “Is someone behind there?” 08 Chloe smiled and answered: “That’s our wedding planner. That rainbow is actually her masterpiece. “Want me to introduce you?” Caleb stared intently at the screen, walking closer, step by step. Chloe was looking at him with confusion. The next moment, Caleb yanked the screen away, but there was no one behind it. Mia poked her head around the other side. “If you have any requests, you can talk to me, Mr. Vance. I’m the agency owner. “The planner had an emergency and had to leave.” Caleb snapped back to reality. “Nothing. I just remembered I have a meeting. I gotta go.” With that, he turned and ran out of there, practically sprinting. Once we knew he was gone, Mia looked at her phone. “He’s gone.” I said gratefully, “Thanks.” That night, Caleb came home. As soon as he closed the door, he cuddled up to me. “I got you a present.” He tied a rainbow-colored bracelet around my wrist. As Caleb tied it, he carefully studied my expression. My face was a mask of polite gratitude. “It’s pretty.” Caleb stared at my face. “Babe, is there anything you want to say to me?” I lowered my eyes for a long moment, then smiled and raised an eyebrow. “What? I have to say thank you twice for one bracelet?” Caleb, seeing my reaction was normal, let out a massive sigh of relief. “This isn’t just any bracelet. “It’s for The Rainbow Connection. ” I shoved him away. “Could you be any cheesier?” Caleb laughed and grabbed my hand. “Maya, I swear I’m going to marry you. “Just wait for me for three years, okay? I’m already working on it.” I didn’t answer. For some strange reason, I thought back to a past life regression session I’d done years ago. At the end of the session, the hypnotist had softly said in my ear, “I am going to count backwards from 5 to 0. With every number, you will feel more and more awake. “When I reach 1, you will open your eyes. “When I reach 0, you will be completely awake, feeling refreshed and better than before… 5, 4, 3, 2, 1… “0.” This wedding countdown, for me, was the countdown to finally waking up. 09 The day before the wedding, Caleb told me, with complete composure, that he had to go out of town on business for a few days. His eyes looked at me with tender affection. “When I get back, I have something I want to talk to you about.” I hid the mocking sarcasm in my eyes. “Okay. Can’t wait.” On the morning of the wedding, Mia came to pick me up. “Are you sure you want to go to the wedding venue? “You’re not planning on objectin’ or somethin’ crazy, are you?” I was busy double-checking the wedding timeline, coordinating with the stylists, lighting crew, and sound team, multi-tasking like a pro. I said casually, “What are you thinking? This is my job. “I’m the planner. I’m the only one who knows the whole flow. “If I don’t go, who’s going to manage the chaos?” Mia grabbed my hand. “Are you okay?” I thought about it seriously. “I was hurting.” But the intense 30-day preparation period had buried the worst of that pain. When I was in the thick of it, I realized I was never just an outsider watching. Caleb, I have to accept that I loved the wrong man. But I will never accept you making a fool out of me. So, it’s over. 10 The wedding was more perfect than anyone could have anticipated. Calla lilies filled the entire Bulgari hall. Crystal elements were placed just right, creating a look that was elegant without being sparse, and rich without being chaotic. The guests were full of nothing but praise. “This is the most stunning wedding I’ve ever been to.” “I have to find out which agency did this. When I get married, I want exactly this.” “That rainbow is unbelievable. For a second, it looked real.” Mia was handing out business cards until her hand was sore, adding dozens of potential clients on LinkedIn, smiling so hard her face probably hurt. As the groom, Caleb maintained a perfectly composed smile throughout the entire event. Standing next to Chloe Sterling, they truly looked like a picture-perfect power couple. During the appreciation speech, Chloe stood on stage and waved at me. “For this wedding, I want to offer a special thank you to my amazing wedding planner—Maya Price.” “They say every girl dreams of her perfect wedding, and Maya… she was the one who made my dream a reality.” I froze. This was definitely not on the timeline. Before I could react, the spotlight found me. In an instant, Caleb’s face went entirely pale. He tried to stop Chloe from handing me the microphone, lowering his voice so only I could hear. “Maya, don’t you dare ruin this. “You have no idea who is in this room! “I promised you I would marry you! Couldn’t you have just waited for three years?!” I studied Caleb closely. His face was entirely pale, and his forehead was covered in a fine layer of sweat. His makeup was starting to streak. I smiled. Even now, Caleb still thought I was there to ruin his wedding. It was as if fighting over this incredible catch was the only logical choice I could possibly make. I ignored him and gracefully accepted the microphone from Chloe. “I would also like to thank Ms. Sterling for trusting me and entrusting me with such a significant event. “On that note, I want to offer my sincerest congratulations to the newlyweds. “To the both of you: may your love be a deep ocean, may your journey together be as vast as the sky, may your thoughts always be with one another, and may you grow old together in perfect harmony.” The second I handed the microphone back to Chloe, I felt Caleb’s entire body relax. He looked like he had just been pulled out of a river. A lot of guests in the audience had noticed his strange behavior and were whispering. “What’s wrong with the groom? He’s acting bizarre.” “Is he sick or something?”

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My husband had to work late, so out of boredom, I picked up his tablet to play a game. Suddenly, a WeChat notification popped up. It was from an account I had never seen before. The group chat was named “Veteran Mechanics Maintenance Station,” and new messages were pouring in: “Test drove a ’75 vintage model today. 1.6L naturally aspirated. The intake was incredible. Handled all kinds of high-difficulty maneuvers with ease. Only downside is the engine knocks a bit, and it leaks a lot of fluid.” “Be grateful it still has fluid at that age!” “Respect, man. Was it your personal car, or a rental?” “I haven’t driven a classic that old yet. Mind if I take it for a spin? I’ll pay for the maintenance!” I was about to close the app when I saw my husband’s reply. “Classic cars can’t beat the new models. I just drove an ’01 off the lot. Slammed the gas pedal to the floor, the engine roared twice, and the whole system stalled.” My fingers trembled. The only car our family owned was a nearly ten-year-old SUV. 1. As my finger scrolled to the very last page of the tablet’s Notes app, it suddenly stopped. “WeChat Alt Account: rong0525, Password: 20180520.” That was the day we got our marriage license. I vividly remembered Mark holding up our marriage certificate, smiling brightly. “From now on, all my passwords will be this date, so you can unlock everything in my life whenever you want.” But right now, this password unlocked a world I had never seen before. The moment the login was successful, the WeChat homepage exploded with “99+” unread message notifications. The group chat was called “Veteran Mechanics Maintenance Station,” and every member’s profile picture was a car logo. New messages kept popping up. “Test drove a ’75 vintage model today. 1.6L naturally aspirated. Handled all kinds of high-difficulty driving maneuvers with ease. Only downside is the engine knocks a bit, and it leaks a lot of fluid.” Someone quickly replied: “Be grateful a car from that year still has fluid!” “Was it your personal car, or a rental?” “Mind if I take it for a spin? I’ll pay for the maintenance!” … At the very bottom of the chat was Mark’s reply. “Classic cars can’t beat the new models. I just drove an ’01 off the lot. Slammed the gas pedal to the floor, the engine roared twice, and the whole system stalled. Headlights were blindingly white. An unforgettable ride…” In a daze, I bumped the desk next to me. A framed photo rattled. It was taken on our anniversary last year. I was leaning against Mark’s shoulder, and parked behind us was our seven-year-old black SUV. He had said that day, “My wife is number one, and my car is number two. One is my safe harbor, and the other is the roar of my soul.” But the “cars” he was discussing in this group chat were models I didn’t recognize. The safe harbor was still here, but his soul was roaring somewhere else. I heard keys jingling at the front door. I quickly logged out of the tablet, shoving it under a sofa cushion just as Mark pushed the door open. He walked straight toward me with a wide smile, opening his arms for a hug like he always did. I stiffly hugged him back. As I did, a single, light-brown strand of long hair slipped from his collar—a stark, almost comical contrast to the pin-straight, jet-black hair I had kept for five years. Mark always said black hair was the most beautiful and grounded. “Had to drink with Mr. Davis today. His old Audi A8 keeps stalling, so we spent half the night talking about car repairs.” Mark rubbed his temples, offering a helpless smile. “I wanted to come home early to be with you, but he just wouldn’t stop talking. You know how these business dinners are. You can’t leave until the very last second.” He sighed and reached out to playfully ruffle my hair. “Company retreat next week. We’re staying overnight out of town this time. I’ll talk to the guys tomorrow and see if I can pay out of pocket to bring you along. Otherwise, I’ll go crazy missing you for a whole night.” With his movement, the long, light-brown hair slipped from his collar and fluttered silently onto the rug. I suddenly felt like I couldn’t breathe. All I could think about was the strong scent of gardenia perfume he smelled like when he came home from a “work dinner” last week. It was the exact same scent filling my nose right now. I jokingly asked if he had been out stealing kisses. He casually shook his head. “I took the car in for maintenance, and the shop owner recommended this new air freshener. I’m not used to the smell. It probably rubbed off on me.” Thinking back on it now, he told that lie so effortlessly. 2. When I walked out of the bedroom clutching the edges of the tablet, Mark shifted in his sleep. Moonlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, falling perfectly across his arm resting outside the blanket. A fresh, jarring scratch mark—clearly made by fingernails—was starkly visible. I held my breath and tiptoed toward the home office. Right before bed, he had been constantly texting on his phone. When he saw me looking, he openly waved the screen at me. “Just talking about cars with the guys from work. It’s the only hobby we men have left.” The moment I clicked on the desk lamp, the group chat messages flooded in. The “Veteran Mechanics Maintenance Station” chat jumped to the top of the screen. Someone posted: “Just put custom lace seat covers in the new car. Feels silky smooth to the touch, but they snag easily.” A reply quickly followed: “They snag because you’re too rough. If it were me, I wouldn’t ruin anything except the oil filler cap.” Scrolling down further, I quickly spotted Mark’s reply, glaringly obvious among the sea of text. “Lace seat covers are nothing. Why dress up the outside when you can upgrade the chassis? Decals, little bells… I’m telling you, that’s what makes a ride truly thrilling!” A flurry of responses flooded the screen below. “Mark the legend! You always have the wildest tricks!” “They don’t call you ‘Iron Mark’ for nothing. Hard as steel from head to toe.” “Flowing water crashing against ringing bells. Sounds like poetry, man!” Mark was practically glowing with pride in his texts. “Exactly! You gotta be bold and try new things. Once you’ve driven a new car off the lot, you realize old cars are just pure nostalgia. Men are wired to love the new and get bored of the old. It’s just human nature.” I stared at the words “little bells,” my fingertip pressing hard into the screen. Last month, while checking our joint credit card statement, I noticed Mark had spent $800. The merchant was listed as “Midnight Allure.” There were several similar charges. I had confronted him about it immediately. We had never been the type of couple to use toys or lingerie. More accurately, Mark refused to. Whenever my friends got together, they would talk about their sex lives with absolute enthusiasm. I never joined in. They thought I was just too shy to discuss it, but when I finally admitted we never spiced things up, they all scoffed. “Even a monk would lose his mind over fishnets! Emma, is your Mark made of stone or something? Try it out. I guarantee you’ll see a whole different side of him!” On the way home, I couldn’t resist stopping by an adult boutique and picking out the most conservative lingerie they had. But after I showered and finally worked up the courage to walk out wearing it, Mark just gave a helpless smile and draped a robe over my shoulders. “We’ve been married for years. What’s all this for? Don’t catch a cold.” “Don’t all men like this kind of thing?” I asked stubbornly, pulling the robe off. I did Pilates three times a week. My figure was famously fit at my gym. “I don’t care what other men like. I only know I don’t want to objectify my wife.” “It’s not objectifying. It’s just having fun…” He gently kissed the corner of my mouth, cutting me off. “We don’t need ‘fun’ between us. I can rise to the occasion for you anytime.” He pressed his hips forward against me. “We’ll skip the outfits. Remember, a knight’s duty is simply to serve his queen.” He really gave it his all that night. I could see a repressed lust in his eyes that felt different from usual, but the next day, I could never find that lingerie again. After that, our sex life settled into a routine of twice a month—once at the beginning, once at the end—as punctual as clocking in for a shift. I didn’t have an overly high sex drive either. Just like Mark said: Our souls are already perfectly intertwined. Why does it matter how much we immerse ourselves in the physical? But when I saw those charges from “Midnight Allure,” I was so furious I could barely breathe. Sensing something was wrong, Mark quickly grabbed my phone, scanned the screen, and laughed out loud. “Honey, is this what you’re mad about?” He quickly dialed a number. “Hey, Sam. Explain this to your sister-in-law. Why the hell is a reputable auto shop called ‘Midnight Allure’?!” The guy on the other end laughed loudly. “Don’t be mad, Emma! I opened an auto detailing shop on the East Side. Business was slow, so I thought changing the name might bring in more foot traffic!” “Mark’s been a lifesaver. He sent a bunch of customers my way. I told him I’d detail your car and do a full vinyl wrap for free, but he absolutely refused. He scanned my QR code and sent the money when I wasn’t looking! Mark, this is your fault! Now Emma thinks you’re up to no good!” I had met Sam before. He did indeed run an auto shop on the East Side, and Mark had taken me there once. Calling it an auto shop was a stretch. It looked like a massive, empty box from the outside. Inside, there was barely enough room for a single row of cars, but the entire back wall was lined with shelves. It felt claustrophobic, and it definitely didn’t look like a booming business. Before hanging up, Sam repeatedly insisted on taking us out to dinner—first to say thank you, and second to apologize for the misunderstanding. The issue was brushed under the rug. But I never imagined that a month later, when I opened Mark’s credit card statement again, there would be exactly seventeen identical charges. Did our single family SUV need maintenance every other day? 3. It felt like a wad of cotton was shoved down my throat. I gripped the tablet and stood up, planning to back up the chat history to the cloud. But my lower back bumped into the bookshelf, and a heavy Clinical Anatomy textbook hit the floor with a loud thud. Footsteps immediately echoed down the hallway. My heart stopped. In a panic, I shoved the tablet into the storage bin on the highest shelf. Just as I turned around, the office door was pushed open. Mark stood in the doorway. He didn’t turn on the light. The hallway illumination cut his face into sharp halves of light and shadow. He stared at me intently. “Honey? What are you doing in the office in the middle of the night?” I stretched my back. “I have an aortic dissection surgery tomorrow. Just reviewing some anatomy charts.” I bent down to pick up the book, my fingertips trembling so badly I almost dropped it again. “The top surgeon at City General still gets nervous?” Mark walked in, resting his hand on the edge of the desk, his thumb brushing over the surgical diagrams in the open book. “I heard a crash. I thought someone broke in.” I slid the book back onto the shelf, deliberately letting the spine hit the wood with a soft clatter. “I was rushing to find some reference material and knocked it over.” When I looked up, my eyes met his. There was a cloudy look in his eyes—I couldn’t tell if it was confusion or suspicion. I took the initiative and asked, “Why are you awake? Did I make too much noise?” He didn’t answer. Instead, he took two steps closer to the bookshelf. Sweat instantly soaked the back of my pajamas, making the fabric cling to my skin. The tablet was right above his head. The silver edge was glaringly obvious nestled among the row of books. But he suddenly stopped and reached out to tug at my hair. “Your hair is a mess.” His fingertips brushed behind my ear, carrying the scent of his usual aftershave. But I couldn’t shake the feeling that underneath it was the faint smell of massage candle wax, exactly like the kind the guys in the group chat were just discussing. “Let’s go back to sleep. Getting enough rest is the most important thing.” He wrapped his arm around my waist and guided me toward the door, his hand sliding up and down my waistline, almost as if he was checking to see if I was hiding anything. As we reached the doorway, he suddenly looked back at the bookshelf. His gaze swept over it like a searchlight. I wasn’t sure if he had spotted the tablet. If he had, he would have caught me red-handed looking at his chat history. What would I even say? Confront him directly? “Let’s sleep. I’m exhausted.” I let out a fake yawn, flicked off the office light, and naturally took his hand, leading him back to the bedroom. He didn’t notice the tablet and followed me back to bed. When we lay back down, he turned his back to me, but his breathing never leveled out. I stared at the ceiling, my mind flooded with memories of him dropping to his knees, begging me to be with him. 4. When I woke up the next morning, Mark had already made breakfast. He wore a deliberately relaxed smile on his face, but the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes betrayed his tension. “Honey, have you seen my tablet?” “I have a quarterly report for work. I need to use it to send some files.” He poured me a glass of soy milk, asking the question far too casually. I shook my head. “Haven’t seen it. Didn’t you leave it in the living room yesterday?” “Weird.” He scratched his head, turning toward the living room, his footsteps noticeably faster than usual. “I distinctly remember leaving it on the sofa…” I followed behind him, watching as he tore the sofa cushions apart. I crouched down to help him pick up a throw pillow, keeping my voice as natural as possible. “Wait, didn’t you use it for a video call in the bedroom the day before yesterday?” He let out an “Ah!” like he just remembered, and immediately turned and headed for the bedroom. Taking advantage of the noise he was making rummaging through the bedroom drawers, I sprinted to the home office, grabbed the tablet, took several rapid screenshots, cleared the recent app usage history, and then bolted back to the living room to shove it deep between the sofa cushions. The sound of cabinet doors and drawers slamming open and shut echoed from the bedroom. Mark was starting to panic. “Where the hell is it?!” I slowly sipped my soy milk, watching him pace through every room in the house like he was conducting a grid search. Soon enough, I heard Mark shout from the living room: “Found it! That’s so weird, I swore I just looked here!” When I walked over, he was holding the tablet and smiling, but his fingers were swiping frantically across the screen. When he saw the screen was completely clean, his tense shoulders finally dropped. He looked up at me and laughed. “My memory is getting worse every day.” When I wasn’t looking, he quickly found WeChat, switched accounts, and logged out. But I couldn’t stop the corners of my mouth from curling up into a smirk. He thought he was safe now, completely unaware that I had already set a trap. I knew he would eventually realize he needed to log out of WeChat. So, on my way home from work yesterday, I stopped by a convenience store and bought a prepaid burner phone and SIM card. I registered a new WeChat account with the burner number. The profile picture was a vintage motorcycle, and the display name was “Classic Ride.” The most crucial step was what I did while he was asleep last night. I opened the group chat, tapped the “Invite Friend” button, scanned the QR code with my new WeChat account, and immediately deleted the invitation record from his tablet. So, even though he had logged out of WeChat, he had absolutely no idea that a new pair of eyes was permanently watching his group chat. Mark put the tablet away, stood up, and patted my shoulder. “I’m heading to work. I might have to work late tonight.” The moment the door clicked shut, I immediately pulled out my phone and opened my new WeChat account. The little red notification dot for the group chat was bouncing wildly. Mark had just sent a voice message. “Went a little too hard the day before yesterday and scratched up the paint. That ’01 model needs some serious maintenance. The ‘Classic Ride’ at home is throwing a tantrum and won’t let me drive for the next couple days. Boys, if you’re taking the cars out, remember to bring me along.” He continued messaging the group, complaining that his “old car” at home needed to be “repaired.” I couldn’t resist tagging him. “How are you going to repair it? Aren’t you worried the ‘old car’ might find a new owner?” “A new owner?” “I could give her all the courage in the world, and she still wouldn’t have the nerve to leave me!” I honestly didn’t understand. Just a second ago, this man was acting like he couldn’t bear to part with me for a single night, and the moment he walked out the door, he was dragging my name through the mud. He quickly revealed the answer himself. Mark typed, radiating arrogance. “You guys don’t know the full story. When I bought this ‘old car,’ not only did I not pay a dime, but it actually came with a free house and a career attached!” I bit down hard on my lip. The metallic taste of blood instantly exploded in my mouth. The guys in the group were immediately interested. “Damn, deals like that actually exist? Where did you buy it? Can you hook me up with one?” It was a painful memory I thought I would never have to revisit. But Mark’s reply dragged me straight down into an inescapable abyss. I recognized every single word he typed. But pieced together, they felt like countless daggers plunging directly into my eyes. “You gotta be smart about it, boys. You scratch up the paint in the dark yourself, then you show up like a savior. A little pity, a little heartbreak… not only do you take over the lease with zero down and zero monthly payments, but the idiot actually thanks you for it.” “You played the villain and the hero?!” “Absolute genius, man!” … Mark soaked up the group’s praise, then quickly deleted his previous message. “Men are the sky, and women are the earth. The earth must obey the sky, and women must obey men. We men are born to conquer the world on horseback. Everyone talks about passing down traditional virtues, but somehow they conveniently forgot about the tradition of having multiple wives and mistresses! “The ‘old car’ should be grateful I don’t throw her out for being worn down! Haha!” My grip on the phone was so tight the screen nearly cracked. Originally, I just wanted to gather enough evidence to divorce him with my dignity intact. But now, I wanted him to drown like a maggot in the filthy sewage he had poured all over me, never to see the light of day again. I wanted to see it. I wanted to see how a man like this “conquered the world.” He pushed me into the abyss, then stood on the edge and threw down a frayed rope, expecting me to grovel in gratitude as I climbed up? Pathetic. Men might think they conquer the world on horseback, but women give birth to life. We bring new life into this world, and we absolutely will not allow the animals born beneath our skirts to stab us in the back! 5. I had been busy the last few days. I dug up the background of every single person in that group chat. The guy calling himself “Muscle Man Drives BMWs” was Mark’s college buddy, Jason. “Pedal to the Metal” was his coworker, David. “Premium Insurance Guy” was a former auto insurance salesman named Kevin. “Motor Oil Walk-In Closet” was Sam, the guy who ran the auto shop. There were many others. Some were invited by friends, while others joined through word of mouth, just like I did. Some were just there to talk big and live out their fantasies in the chat. Simply put, the group was a collection of society’s most disgusting, discarded scraps from every industry. My phone screen was still flashing with group chat notifications. Jason sent a message: “Just drove a Mini Cooper. Handled beautifully, incredibly thrilling. The acceleration pins you right back in your seat.” Someone immediately replied: “I drove a Mercedes C-Class last week. Burns through gas like crazy, but damn, she was gorgeous to look at.” The guys who just liked to talk immediately chimed in. “Hoping to meet a generous ‘green-hat’ brother who’s willing to share. Let me admire your ride, absolute secrecy guaranteed. I love other people’s cars, especially the ones aged 28 to 45. They have the most charm, gives you a real sense of conquest. But if I can’t find one, that’s fine too. [Facepalm] PM me if you fit the bill, serious inquiries only. No catfish. [Eye Roll][Eye Roll][Eye Roll]” “I’m not much of a player. Just have a little fun manually washing my car for fifteen seconds, spraying some wiper fluid, putting it in gear for an hour, and then spraying some more. It’s useless, but at least I’m only driving my own car and keeping it clean. [Dazed]” After being in the group this long, even an idiot would understand that these codes were the disgusting tags they slapped on women. Kevin, the guy with the car insurance profile picture, suddenly popped up: “Just got a new batch of ‘Electric Vehicle’ profiles. Passenger seat is usually empty. Whether you can actually drive it depends on your skills, but the success rate is pretty high. PM me if you want in.” Someone immediately asked for pictures and an estimated price. A photo of a woman from behind was sent to the chat. Slender legs, round hips. It left plenty to the imagination. “You can tell just by looking that the acceleration is going to push you back in your seat. The Camry has a low stance, and the headlights swing up and down. Incredible!” Jason critiqued. “You sly dog, acting like a saint at home and a total degenerate outside. You’re really living the dream, huh?” Mark replied quickly. “By the way, you didn’t forget we’re swapping ‘cars’ tomorrow, right? I told my wife I have a company retreat. Make sure you don’t slip up at home.” I had just seen Jason’s Facebook post, checking in at a high-end luxury mall. “Bought a little something for myself. Love you, wifey.” The attached photo showed his wife smiling happily, holding a brand-new Patek Philippe watch. The Buddha says it’s better to tear down a temple than to destroy a marriage. But nowadays, the monks in the temple had built themselves an express lane out of their vows, turning enlightenment into a checklist for infidelity and greed. So, the Buddha can’t be trusted. If these men were forming a club to “drive cars,” then us women… Well, we’d just have to unite and chop off their gearsticks! 6. I stared at the messages about swapping “cars,” re-reading them over and over. My fingers typed out a line on the screen: “Take me with you, boys! Seeing you guys swap looks like so much fun. I want to test the handling too.” The message sat in the chat for three hours before an avatar popped up: “New recruit?” I immediately sent three large red envelopes (digital cash gifts) to the chat, keeping my tone incredibly subservient: “The old car at home is dead weight. I’ve never actually experienced this kind of fun, and I feel pathetic. I’m not asking for much, bro, I just want to join the party.” When I specifically tagged Mark, my words oozed with “admiration”: “Mark, man, I respect the hell out of you. You’re the freest guy in this group. You’re a real man. I’m a rookie, I’ve never driven a luxury car before. Just let me watch from a distance. I swear I won’t cause any trouble.” Two minutes later, Mark’s message popped up, practically radiating smugness: “This is nothing. I’ve had my hands on at least eighty to a hundred steering wheels in my life. Since you’re so sincere, I’ll bring you along.” Then he sent two photos. Side profiles of two young women looking at the camera. It was Lily and Chloe. “These two are the ones we’re swapping tonight. Giving you a lot of face here, rookie.” I quickly replied: “You’re too generous, boss! I can’t just show up empty-handed. Which hotel should I book? Secret romance theme or the erotic waterbed suite?” He got even more arrogant, sending a location pin and an invite to a smaller, private group chat: “We’ve had our fun. I’ll let you touch the steering wheel tonight.” The private group chat contained the meticulous details of his and Jason’s plan. They had even calculated the exact milligram dosage of the drugs they were going to slip into the girls’ drinks, ensuring they would be “passed out drunk with no side effects.” In the main group, Mark’s coworker David suddenly sent out an SOS: “Played too hard! I threw up inside!” Someone replied instantly: “What happened? Weren’t you driving your boss’s car?” David sent an irritated emoji: “Don’t fucking mention it. She was crying, saying she felt sick. She’s been nauseous lately. You don’t think she’s…” The group chat exploded: “Dude, is she actually pregnant?” “Legend! You’re making your boss raise your woman and your kid?” I stared at the screen and sneered. Following the breadcrumbs in David’s chat history, I had figured it out ages ago—six months ago, he hooked up with the CEO’s secretary, manipulated her into leaking insider bidding information and client lists, and used it to force out his supervisor and get a massive raise. Evil people deserve to be tortured by other evil people. I took screenshots of his chat logs admitting to leaking corporate secrets and sent them anonymously to the CEO, Mr. King. After finishing that, I locked my phone. Looking at the hotel name in the location pin, my fingers scrolled through my contacts to find the phone numbers for Lily and Chloe, which I had paid a private investigator a small fortune to track down. It was time to let the hunters know that the prey knew how to build traps, too.

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When passion took over, I took the initiative to get on top. My husband, thoroughly enjoying it, suddenly licked his lips: “How much weight have you gained recently? Why are you so heavy?” “You need to lose some weight. It felt the absolute best when you were 105 pounds.” My heart skipped a beat. Not long ago, I saw a 105-pound woman sitting in this exact same spot with him. 1 The warm water from the showerhead cascaded over my body. Yet, I felt freezing cold, my head throbbing with a dull ache. 105 pounds. For a woman who is 5’9″, that is an impossibly low, astronomical number. Not to mention that as I’ve gotten older in recent years, my metabolism has slowed down. Keeping my weight at 125 pounds had already taken an immense amount of blood, sweat, and tears. So, that number could only belong to another woman. My fifteen-year marriage with Arthur Caldwell had ultimately gained a third person. It had become too crowded. Click. The bathroom door opened. Arthur, his eyes soft and humming a light tune, wrapped his arms around my waist. “What’s wrong, Vivian? You’ve been showering for so long. Are you upset just because I said you gained a little weight?” He rested his chin in the crook of my neck, letting his stubble gently rub against my skin. Instantly, goosebumps erupted all over my arms. I squeezed my eyes shut, took a deep breath, and peeled his fingers off my waist one by one until I was completely out of his embrace. “Arthur, I am upset, but not because you called me fat. We’ve been together for so many years. Give it to me straight: who is 105 pounds?” My tone was dead serious. I wasn’t letting him joke his way out of this. Arthur gave a helpless smile, cupping my face with both hands and rubbing my cheeks affectionately. “Look at this angry little face. No one is 105 pounds. I was just caught up in the moment and blurted it out. Don’t overthink a mindless comment. Vivian, we are both thirty-five now. We don’t need to care about superficial appearances anymore. When we’re old, grey, and wrinkly, I will still be the person closest to you. We are husband and wife; we don’t need to use our bodies to please each other for the rest of our lives.” I looked at the man standing in front of me and couldn’t help but scoff. Superficial appearances? Thirty-five-year-old Arthur was handsome, with broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and a perfect V-taper. He had an incredible presence. Compared to younger guys, he possessed the distinct, refined charm of a mature man. Even after our intense workout just now, his hair was still perfectly styled. No matter how busy work got, he rigidly stuck to his schedule of hitting the gym three times a week and going for a morning run five days a week. He cared about “superficial appearances” more than anyone. “That’s not what I meant…” I was just about to interrogate him further when he cut me off. “Oh, by the way, I got a bracelet from Dr. Evans. He said it’s the custom-cut emerald bangle you’ve been eyeing. I was going to hide it and surprise you, but I guess I’ll use it as an apology for my stupid comment today. Please, my beautiful wife, let me off the hook. Let’s not fight, okay?” He bowed sincerely, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of my hand. Here we go again. For the past two years, whenever the slightest hint of conflict arose between us, Arthur would instantly interrupt my train of thought. I wasn’t the most articulate person, and I processed things slowly. Once interrupted, I would momentarily forget what I was going to say. In the end, the issue would be swept under the rug with one lavish gift after another. Sometimes, I would think about it and just let it go. In a marriage, someone always has to compromise. But this time was different. My sixth sense was screaming at me. I absolutely could not just let this go. 2 To uncover the truth behind the “105 pounds” comment, I decided to start with the sales associates at the luxury boutiques downtown. Arthur was incredibly generous. He never cared about the price tag when buying gifts. If he really had a mistress, he would definitely be sending her luxury goods. But when I went down to the garage, I noticed the Rolls-Royce Phantom—which had been parked and untouched for a long time—was missing. It was a limited-edition Phantom. Arthur hated driving it. It was too flashy, too ostentatious. Every time he took it out on the streets of Chicago, people would ask to take pictures with it. It was a hassle. I went back inside, casually picked up a pair of earrings, and dialed his number. “Arthur, did you drive the Phantom to work today?” The person on the other end seemed to short-circuit for a second. When he recovered, his tone was as gentle as ever: “Oh, yeah. It hasn’t been driven in a while, and cars need to be run every now and then to keep the engine healthy. Do you need something, Vivian? If it’s not urgent, let’s chat tonight.” I understood the hidden subtext in his voice. I replied smoothly: “Remember when Harper borrowed the Phantom to shoot that tech video? She’s always so clumsy. She lost the diamond earrings her late mother left her. We’ve thought about it, and she probably dropped them in the car. I want to help her look. Is the car parked at the office? I’ll come find you…” “Wait!” From the other end of the line, I didn’t just hear Arthur’s panicked refusal; I also heard the screech of tires braking hard and the faint honking of cars outside. “You’re on the road? Perfect, just swing by the house first. You know how Harper gets. Tomorrow is the anniversary of her mom’s passing, she can’t wait.” I didn’t give Arthur a chance to decline. I hung up immediately. It felt incredibly satisfying. Arthur knew that the influence of my best friend Harper’s family in Chicago was nothing like it used to be. In the AI sector alone, they controlled market shares that Arthur desperately wanted but couldn’t touch. Now that I brought up her family, he had to come back—no matter which road in Chicago he was currently driving on. 3 The familiar car didn’t return to our garage; it parked near the entrance of our gated community. I didn’t care. Because from a distance, I could clearly see someone sitting in the passenger seat. Walking closer, I saw it was a young girl. Silky black hair, amber eyes reflecting the blazing summer sun. Her cheeks were flushed pink, radiating an overwhelming aura of youth. She rolled down the window first, enthusiastically waving her arm at me. “Hi, Mrs. Caldwell! I’m Mia Jenkins.” Her bright, radiant smile revealed deep dimples. Her cheerful tone was like a pool of clear water rippled by a spring breeze. It made my heart twitch. Facing her beaming smile, I merely nodded in acknowledgment. She seemed friendly, but she made absolutely no move to get out of the car. I could read between the lines. So, I walked straight to the back door, opened it, bent down, and pretended to search the floorboards for a moment before gasping: “Harper’s earrings really are here! Honey, why don’t you just drop me off at Harper’s place on the way? She’s been super stressed these past two days.” I casually sat in the back seat, adjusting my clothes, leaving no room for refusal. Arthur’s body stiffened. He turned around, giving me an apologetic look, and answered a question I hadn’t asked: “Vivian, this is the new intern at our company. She had to deliver a document today. She’s young and new to Chicago, so I was just giving her a ride since it was on the way.” I smiled, my eyes curving into crescents. Looking at Arthur in the rearview mirror, I let out a soft “Mhm.” What kind of intern requires the CEO to personally give her a ride? Hilarious. The car slowly began to move. This time, Arthur was the chauffeur, and I was the boss in the back. … I don’t know if it was because of my sudden appearance, but the car was dead silent. Mia flipped down the sun visor, checked her makeup in the mirror, then grabbed the headrest, exposing a pale, delicate wrist as she turned to look at me. “Mrs. Caldwell, what do you usually do at home to manage your figure? Your body is amazing. I feel like sitting at a desk all day is giving me love handles. I just can’t seem to manage my weight anymore.” I listened to her words, smiling but staying silent. Spoken like a fresh-out-of-college intern. It sounded like a compliment about my figure, but it was a thinly veiled jab—implying that at my age, I contributed nothing to society, just sitting at home leeching off my husband, while she was young and actively climbing the corporate ladder. A freshly minted little fox daring to tug at the tail of an old fox. I blinked, covering my mouth in a dramatic gasp: “Oh my goodness! You’re so young, and you already can’t control your weight? Mia, you have to realize that the older you get, the worse your metabolism becomes. I’m honestly worried about what you’ll do when you reach my age. Take a piece of advice from an older woman: start dieting as soon as possible.” I rarely clashed with people upon our first meeting. Handling situations with a polite smile had practically been ingrained into my bones. Mia froze, seemingly not expecting me to differ so wildly from the docile rumors she’d heard around the office. She bit her lower lip, replying indignantly: “I see… Then I guess I’ll start my diet tomorrow…” As she turned back around and retracted her hand, a translucent jade bangle flashed before my eyes. Although it was just a quick glance, my years of experience told me it was an incredibly rare, top-tier emerald bangle. The kind that easily costs eight figures. I grabbed her soft, delicate hand, inspecting it closely: “This bracelet is very clear.” Mia’s gloom vanished instantly, her face lighting up with joy. “Hehe, right? A friend of mine gave it to me.” Her eyes darted to my wrist. “Oh, Mrs. Caldwell, why are you still wearing a solid gold bracelet? The style is so old and tacky. None of us wear gold anymore; it’s so outdated.” I tilted my head to look at Arthur’s expression in the driver’s seat. Mia’s comment was incredibly rude. Normally, he would have jumped to my defense immediately. But today, it was as if he had lost his hearing, focusing intently on driving the car. “Because this is the gift your CEO bought for me with his very first pot of gold. No passing trend could ever compare to the sincerity he showed me back then.” In the rearview mirror, the corners of Arthur’s mouth curled up. He was enjoying this. So, he was listening to our conversation. “Oh, the meaning behind the first pot of gold is definitely different. My bracelet is just expensive, it doesn’t have any deep meaning. But still, I love it very, very much.” The girl pouted, gently stroking the bangle on her wrist. Her fleeting disappointment vanished in an instant; she knew exactly how to comfort herself. Before today, I probably wouldn’t have even noticed the micro-expressions on Arthur’s face. But today, I was here specifically to watch him. I suppressed the displeasure in my heart, my tone remaining friendly: “However, I noticed the inner diameter of this bracelet is quite small. A size 5? 5.5?” “It’s a size 5.5. It’s actually a bit big on me, but luckily I’m careful so it doesn’t fall off. It’s my fault for being too skinny.” A young girl’s secret desires can never be hidden for long. As she spoke, she couldn’t help but lean closer toward the driver’s seat. A size 5.5 is extremely petite. I let go of Mia’s wrist, sat up straight, crossed my arms, and asked with a cold smile: “You are indeed skinny. Do you weigh 105 pounds?” 4 “Wow, Mrs. Caldwell, you’re so smart! How did you kno—” “Enough. Stop chatting. I can’t focus on driving with you two talking so much.” Arthur frowned, cutting Mia off. While waiting at a red light, he reached back, grabbed Mia’s shoulder, and scolded her: “Also, Mia Jenkins, you are just an intern. I’m only giving you a ride today because it was on the way. Please remember your place and watch your tone. Vivian is my wife, and the boss’s wife at the company you work for. I expect you to know basic courtesy and respect.” The previously smug girl instantly got tears in her eyes. Blinking back her tears, she bit her lower lip hard, struggling to control her expression. Her voice trembled slightly: “I’m sorry. I was out of line today. Please pull over at the curb, Mr. Caldwell. I can call an Uber myself.” With a dark expression, Arthur roughly pulled the car to the side of the road. Mia opened the door and bolted. She didn’t wait for an Uber; she just kept her head down, violently wiping her cheeks as she marched down the sidewalk. For the rest of the drive, I could distinctly feel Arthur’s agitation and impatience. If the car in front of him didn’t accelerate the second the light turned green, he laid on the horn relentlessly. He even couldn’t help but curse a few times: “If you’re going to drive like a grandma, get off the damn road, you absolute moron.” I had never seen this side of Arthur before. After dropping me off at Harper’s estate, he didn’t say a word. He just slammed the gas pedal and sped off. Watching the car disappear into the distance, the last shred of my persistence and trust crumbled into dust. Is there anyone who never changes? Is there anyone who will treat you well for an entire lifetime? After weathering all the storms together, is this what it comes down to? Is it really just like the internet says: “In the end, they all turn out the same”? 5 The custom emerald bracelet Arthur promised to give me never materialized. I didn’t rush him or bring it up. By unspoken agreement, neither of us mentioned the unpleasantness of that day. But the incident felt like thousands of ants constantly gnawing at every corner of my brain and body. Forgive me. I didn’t have the courage to lay everything out in the open. When I first discovered Arthur was acting suspicious, I was full of fighting spirit, determined to make him regret it. But when I actually found the girl, I felt afraid. I felt cowardly. I couldn’t seem to imagine a life without Arthur in it. For over a decade, Arthur had been the guiding light in my life. When I was eighteen, coming from an ordinary working-class family, I miraculously got accepted into a prestigious university. But then, my mother—my only family—suddenly collapsed. She was gravely ill. I worked multiple jobs and sold everything of value. Yet, my mother still ended up in the ICU. The ICU is like a massive money-shredder. When I was desperate and on the verge of making terrible, irreversible choices, Arthur saved me. To solve my financial crisis, he swallowed his pride and sought out his estranged biological father. He traded his own future to secure the funds for my mother’s endless medical bills. He used his father’s connections to fly in world-renowned neurosurgeons to operate on her. Because of him, my mother lived for another two years. When she passed, Arthur personally handled all the funeral arrangements. He encouraged me to stand back up, face life, and not fear the future. Because he promised he would always hold my hand and guide me forward. I believed him. So, when his adoptive “mother” threw a bank card with ten million dollars in my face and told me to leave Arthur, I rejected it without a moment’s hesitation. We fought through the Caldwell family’s relentless opposition. We finally made it to the eve of our wedding. At that time, Arthur’s “mother” issued an ultimatum: I was never allowed to bear Caldwell children. I knew she had always looked down on a girl from the slums like me. But it still stung. Arthur held me, telling me over and over again: “Kids or no kids, I never wanted you to go through the physical toll of pregnancy anyway. She’s just terrified that the empire her husband spent decades building will be inherited by the sudden appearance of his illegitimate son’s child.” “If it weren’t for you, I would never have returned to this toxic family. Everything I do is just to give you the absolute best this world has to offer.” Arthur’s kindness toward me back then was real. I saw it with my own eyes; I felt it in my heart. For over a decade, Arthur told me every single day that I was the one he loved, the one he cared about. I had never doubted him. I was grateful for everything he did for my mother, and thankful that he loved me for over ten years. But in the end, we turned out just like any other ordinary, broken couple. 6 Days flew by. Just as I was beginning to numb myself to reality, Arthur showed up at our front door at 10 PM. With Mia Jenkins. Next to Mia was a massive 28-inch suitcase. She looked completely different from the first time we met. That radiant, natural confidence and youthful energy were gone. Her head was bowed, her hair a messy tangle, her lips pale and chapped. She looked incredibly familiar to me. I felt like I had seen her somewhere before. “Ahem, Vivian, I ran into her sitting in the company lobby after work today. She got kicked out of her apartment by her landlord over some dispute.” Arthur spoke unnaturally, avoiding eye contact with me. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Caldwell, for bothering you again. I really had no other choice.” “My dad… he’s sick. All my money is tied up in the hospital’s account. I can be homeless, but he can’t leave the hospital. I apologize again for making you uncomfortable last time. If you still don’t want to see me today, I’ll leave right now.” As Mia spoke, her head drooped lower and lower, her back bending further and further. She looked so pathetic. So subservient. Suddenly, it hit me. I finally realized where I had seen this version of Mia Jenkins before. It was me, at eighteen years old, backed into a corner by life. Back then, I was just as desperate, with nowhere to turn. And Arthur was just as “kind-hearted” as he was over a decade ago. He extended his hand to play the savior. “Mia, you don’t need to act so humble. Vivian isn’t a petty person.” “Right, Vivian?” This time, Arthur looked at me with a firm, resolute gaze. His hand had already dragged Mia’s suitcase into the entryway. Both his tone and his actions left absolutely no room for me to object. Agreeing was my only option. “Alright. Come in. I’ll have Martha clean up the guest room.” 7 And just like that, Mia Jenkins moved into Arthur and I’s home under a veneer of grand nobility. Even Martha, the housekeeper, could see the shady undertones. “Mrs. Caldwell, it’s not my place to say this, but… having a young, tearful girl living in the house is just not right. If worse comes to worst, let’s go ask the old madam for help.” The “old madam” Martha referred to was Arthur’s adoptive mother, Eleanor Caldwell. “Mrs. Caldwell, you haven’t had a child of your own in over a decade. If this girl suddenly…” Martha trailed off, but I understood perfectly what she meant. But when a man’s heart is no longer with you, bringing in the old madam or the young madam makes no difference. Even if the President of the United States showed up, it would be useless. At 2 AM, the sound of sobbing and a weak knock echoed from outside the door. The man next to me bolted upright in bed. “Mia, is that you?” Arthur asked. “Mr. Caldwell… I didn’t want to bother you, but… my dad just got a critical condition notice. I don’t know who else to call. I really have no one else…” Mia’s voice broke at the very end. Her quiet sobbing turned into a devastated wail. Arthur instantly got out of bed and started throwing on his clothes. I instinctively grabbed his arm: “I’ll go with you.” He shook his head: “Vivian, don’t come. I’m afraid it’ll make you think of the past… I don’t want to trigger your trauma. I’ll go with her. You go back to sleep.” After dressing, Arthur placed his hand on the doorknob and looked back at me lying on my side: “Vivian, you went through all of this once too. I know you can empathize with her. Please.” I looked out at the silent night and let out a helpless sigh. Was he trying to make me remember the past, or hoping I couldn’t? For a moment, I honestly couldn’t tell what Arthur’s true objective was. “I understand. I know.” Click. The door was gently shut, and soon, there was no sound from the hallway. Which car would Arthur drive to take Mia out? Were they really going to the hospital, or somewhere else? What were they going to do? Did the sick father even exist? My brain was tangled in a chaotic knot of questions. Sleep was entirely out of the question. And so, I sat there, eyes wide open, watching the sky turn bright, then slowly turn dark again. Why weren’t they back yet? It wasn’t until Martha knocked on my door: “Mrs. Caldwell, whatever is happening, put it aside and eat something first. Don’t torture yourself. You didn’t do anything wrong…” I froze slightly. Right. What exactly did I, Vivian, do wrong in this situation? The two people who actually did something wrong were out there having the time of their lives, without a single shred of guilt in their hearts. Yet I, the victim, was sitting here letting internal turmoil slowly kill me? Why should I? I got up, washed my face, and ate a full meal. Then, I began to consolidate all my savings from the past decade. I was thirty-five. I had hands, feet, and a vast network of connections. It seemed I really had nothing to be afraid of. That very day, with a full stomach, I decided to let myself off the hook. All the problems tormenting me were instantly sliced open by a sharp blade. My swollen, dizzy brain was suddenly possessed by a cold, clear-headed ruthlessness. After organizing everything, I looked at the gold bracelet sitting in the drawer—the one I hadn’t worn in ages. It was time to return it.

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I always knew Liam was just using me as a shield. He used my “poverty” to confess his love, and I played along. He used my “poverty” for his dates, and I stood watch. Then, high school ended. His poor, struggling first love went abroad to pursue her dreams. And I officially became Liam’s “placeholder” girlfriend. He told me outright: when she comes back, I step down. So I waited. And waited. I went from his girlfriend to his fiancée, and almost from his fiancée to his wife. Finally. Right before the wedding. Liam flew halfway across the world and brought her back. I slipped off the engagement ring and let out a long sigh of relief. Before I left, I even thoughtfully closed the door for them. 01 When I heard Liam had chartered a private jet overnight to bring her back, I wasn’t surprised. After all, it was Sarah Jenkins. When my best friend heard the news, she was furious: “You guys were about to get married! Has he lost his mind?!” No, he hadn’t. Sarah Jenkins was currently one of the hottest rising fashion designers in the industry. And it was an open secret that she was Liam Vance, CEO of the Vance Group’s, first love. Reporters had even asked her about it directly. Sarah had replied: “Regardless of who someone’s first love is, I got to where I am today through my own hard work.” “Please focus less on tabloid gossip and more on my designs.” But just last week, Sarah was hit with a massive plagiarism scandal. A stunning, star-studded dress she claimed as her own design. Turned out to be stolen from an unknown indie designer. The scandal blew up. Sarah posted a dramatic update on her social media: [Are you all trying to drive me to my death?] That morning, Liam had been glued to his phone through breakfast. He was supposed to attend a crucial contract signing with a new supplier that day. He had casually agreed to give the contract to my dad’s company. But because Liam didn’t show up, the VP seized the opportunity and gave the contract to his own relative instead. My dad was so furious he called me ten times to scream at me. I tried calling Liam, but he didn’t answer. By the third attempt, his phone was turned off. When I finally saw Liam again, it was 11:00 PM. He told me to come to one of his vacant luxury properties. I had never been to this specific house before. As soon as I walked through the front doors, I saw the courtyard was filled with pink roses. The exact flowers Liam used to give Sarah. The sports car stuffed with pink roses—that was the extravagant scene from the day Liam had originally confessed his love to her. The interior decor wasn’t Liam’s usual pretentious, ultra-modern, minimalist style either. Thinking about it, it was exactly Sarah’s taste. Approaching the master bedroom, I heard a woman crying softly. The scene inside was pretty much exactly what I had imagined. A pale-faced woman was sitting on the edge of the bed, crying beautifully, a bandage wrapped around her wrist. A tall man stood beside the bed, looking utterly lost and helpless. His usually immaculate, custom-tailored suit was wrinkled. The only thing keeping him looking somewhat put-together was a face that rivaled a runway model’s. I didn’t understand why Liam had called me here. Courier services exist for a reason. He turned and looked at me, his eyes seemingly lighting up. I knew that look all too well. It was the exact same look he gave me back in high school when he and Sarah were secretly dating in the woods behind the school and almost got caught by the principal. “Sarah gets embarrassed easily. You take the blame for her.” Whenever he didn’t know what gift to buy Sarah, or when he somehow made her angry and didn’t know how to fix it, he would give me that exact look, expecting me to come up with a solution. I usually couldn’t come up with any good ideas. In the end, Sarah would usually just kick both of us out. She would yell at Liam, saying he only had his stupid money, and she’d call me his pathetic little lapdog. I would just roll my eyes and say, “Sidekick, sidekick. Lapdog sounds so ugly.” Liam would laugh at that. But in the end, Sarah always accepted Liam’s money anyway. Sarah dreamed of being a fashion designer. Back in high school, for a birthday gift Liam gave her, she had to work three months of part-time jobs just to buy him something of similar value in return. Unlike me, who took his gifts faster than a cheetah and constantly hoped some extra cash would slip through his fingers. Later, Sarah bombed her SATs. She ran up to the school roof, threatening to jump. Liam cried and begged her to come down, promising he would make her dreams come true. He sent her abroad. The Vance family was incredibly wealthy. While not the absolute top 1%, they were still far beyond ordinary rich. Behind his family’s back, Liam tapped into the trust fund he gained access to when he turned eighteen. He spent millions to get Sarah into a prestigious design school in Paris. Honestly, I had always suspected Sarah only got close to Liam for his money. But then again. So did I. Lapdogs do it for free. Sidekicks charge an appearance fee. 02 That year, when the truth came out about what Liam did with his trust fund. His grandfather beat him until he was black and blue, and then forced him into an arranged marriage. Old Mr. Vance declared: “The girl you marry will be from a family of equal standing!” But Liam refused to marry anyone other than Sarah. So, he came up with a terrible idea. He brought me back to his strict grandfather’s traditional estate and orchestrated a scene where the maids “caught” us exploring the mysteries of youth. He had dragged me toward the bed in a frantic rush. It scared the hell out of me. At the time, I had just turned eighteen. I was dizzy with the moment, actually foolishly believing he liked me. A few minutes later, the bedroom door was slammed open. Seeing a massive crowd of people standing outside the door, my face drained of color in terror. I frantically pulled the blanket up to cover myself. The humiliation and shame of that moment nearly drowned me. But it was nothing compared to what Liam said next. He announced proudly: “Chloe is my girlfriend! She’s the daughter of the Harper family!” “She initiated it! She took my shirt off for me!” I have always been smart. If I wasn’t smart, I wouldn’t have been the only illegitimate child my father ever brought into the Harper household. I instantly understood Liam’s little trick. He was using me as a human shield. Not only that, but he was using my “scandalous” behavior to highlight how pure and virtuous Sarah was by comparison. He was basically telling his family: Look, this is the kind of girl from an ‘equal standing’ family you want me to marry. Barely eighteen, and she’s already doing things like this in the elder’s house. Sure enough. The moment we were alone. He stated matter-of-factly: “Chloe, you know who I really love.” “When Sarah comes back, you leave. Don’t worry, I won’t treat you badly financially.” A young girl’s dignity isn’t worth much. But his love for Sarah was worth a fortune. So, I traded my dignity for a very large sum of money. I nodded. Liam was very satisfied, sighing: “I knew you were obedient. Easy to deal with.” So now, it was time for him to “deal” with me. 03 No wonder. No wonder Liam had randomly transferred half a million dollars to me this morning. I actually thought he was giving it to me for our “dating” anniversary. The day after tomorrow marked five years since we “started dating.” I felt incredibly guilty after receiving the half a million. Because I hadn’t prepared a single thing for him, and I certainly wasn’t going to transfer money back to him. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to spend money on him. It was mainly because he didn’t need it. And, obviously, I was cheap. So, I had carefully selected a high-end French restaurant. I booked the entire place. I even planned to play a slideshow. I had several major projects on my plate at the time, so I had stayed up all night to put the slideshow together. I had just finished it and sent it to the restaurant right before Liam called me over here. The slideshow documented all the little moments of our last five years. Going to college together. I answered roll call for him while he slept on the desk next to me. When the professor questioned me, I shamelessly said: “I’m his future wife. We are one entity, so me answering for him is the same thing.” The whole lecture hall had erupted in cheers. Traveling together. He loved extreme sports: skydiving, black-diamond snowboarding. His rich trust-fund friends valued their lives too much to join him, so I was the only one willing to risk my neck to keep him company. Afterward, my legs would be shaking so badly I almost collapsed. When the world was spinning, he pulled me into his arms. Moving in together. We watched TV together, went grocery shopping together, cooked together… Well, I cooked, and he ate. Liam hated having maids around, and he didn’t like hiring cleaning services either. I don’t know when it started, but he eventually started volunteering to wash the dishes. The memories ended there. I was just wondering if I could still get a refund from that French restaurant for tomorrow night. Liam frowned at me: “What took you so long?” Having not slept for two days straight, I was feeling a bit dizzy and seeing spots. Sarah looked up at me. “Are you… Chloe?” I smiled and greeted her. She wiped her tears and said: “I’m sorry you had to see me looking like such a mess.” “I’m sorry to trouble you, but Liam said you’re really good at taking care of people…” I looked at Liam. Liam said naturally: “You take care of her.” “She hasn’t eaten in two days. Make her something to eat. And her clothes are too thin, go buy her a change of clothes…” As Liam rattled off his demands, I just kept nodding, nodding, nodding. I said: “Yes, sir. No problem. Received. I’m on it right now.” My obedient, compliant response suddenly left Liam speechless. I was taking notes on my phone. When I heard silence, I looked up at him, confused. “Is that all? Li… Mr. Vance.” I almost slipped up and called him by his first name. Calling him “Liam” was something he had specifically told me to do back when we were putting on the act for his grandfather. There were too many occasions where we had to pretend. He specifically allowed me to use that name, and I eventually just got used to it. But now that Sarah was back, if I kept calling him that and she got jealous, Liam would absolutely destroy me. Liam’s gaze was heavy. Seeing that he seemed to be finished, I turned to walk out. Liam suddenly shouted: “Chloe, stop right there!” He startled me. I turned back to him, putting on my best sycophantic smile: “Mr. Vance, do you have any other orders?” Liam’s expression looked awful. He seemed to grind out every single word through his teeth: “Do you not have anything you want to ask me?” Ask what? Liam glared at me. He was so angry his cheeks were slightly puffed out, his jawline clenched tight. He looked like a very handsome toad. I thought about it for a second, then asked: “What is Ms. Jenkins’s clothing size?” Actually, I could tell by looking at her. She was probably a size Small. She was even thinner than she was in high school. I don’t know if she was trying to fit the aesthetic of the European fashion scene, or if she just hadn’t been living well these past few years. Or maybe both. Unlike me. I ate well, slept well, and was a solid two sizes bigger than I was back then. I’m 5’3″ and weigh about 130 pounds. When my friends told me to lose weight, I told them this is what prosperity looks like. I grew up poor; I like looking like I have money now. If I lost weight and hired male models, it would just be a waste of good money on them. Liam laughed. But it was a dark, menacing laugh. He said: “Chloe, you are unbelievable.” “Hey! Thank you, Mr. Vance!” 04 I bought several sets of luxury designer clothes. From underwear to outerwear, head to toe, I got everything. I also called the French restaurant. When they told me the fifty-thousand-dollar deposit was non-refundable, I almost had a heart attack. I tried to negotiate with them: “Can I just get half back?” “I’m sorry, ma’am, but no.” I said: “Then how about this: I’m not coming tomorrow night, but you can just cook the food and deliver it to me right now.” “Make whatever, but make sure it’s good.” “The address is in the Eastside Estates…” After handling the food and clothes, I double-checked to see if I missed anything. And I did find a glaring omission. A full belly leads to other desires. I went online and ordered some 0.01mm ultra-thin protection. I guessed the size. Smallest available. Hopefully, it fits. If it didn’t, he couldn’t blame me. It’s not like Liam ever showed me. When I got back to the villa, Sarah seemed to have cried herself to sleep. Her eyes were closed, her hand gripping Liam’s sleeve tightly. Liam was in the exact same position he had been in when I left. He had just stayed by her side, barely moving an inch. When I pushed the door open, Liam was leaning down, about to steal a kiss from Sarah. Wait. Couldn’t he wait until she woke up? Was he really that desperate? It scared me so much I almost walked in backward. I quickly shut my mouth tight. After thinking about it, I quietly placed the “essentials” on the floor inside the bedroom. Then, I gently pulled the door shut. Before leaving, I sent Liam a text: [Mr. Vance, I left the clothes and food in the living room.] [You can come out and get them when you guys are finished.] While typing that message, I couldn’t help but see our previous texts. It was a message Liam had sent me while he was at work. He was complaining to me about the old executives on the board of his company. Then he whined and asked me to go bungee jumping with him, said he was going to take me to Nice to see the ocean the day after tomorrow, and that we were going to Switzerland to ski at the end of the year to de-stress from work. Perhaps because the future is so uncertain. People always love to make plans for it. I had replied with one word: [Received]. He had gotten annoyed and sent a sticker of an angry kitten. I searched for a long time before finding a sticker of someone petting a kitten’s head to send back. Afraid he was actually mad, I added: [What do you want for dinner?] But calculating the time, he probably saw the news about Sarah right around then, and he never replied. An abruptly ended conversation seemed to be the perfect announcement for an impending breakup. It started my freshman year of high school and ended the second year after I graduated college. I couldn’t help but feel a little nostalgic. Liam was overbearing, childish, selfish, and stupid. But there was no denying he wasn’t a bad guy, and he was very generous. At his engagement banquet. He had a bit to drink and proudly declared: “Chloe, I’ll allow you to stay by my side forever.” For a while, I genuinely thought we were actually going to get married. Looking at it now, I had definitely misunderstood. The cold, hard numbers in my bank account were the only things that truly warmed my heart. I took off the engagement ring I had been wearing and gently placed it on the living room table. Funny how things work out. I told the French restaurant they didn’t need to follow my custom menu, just to make whatever. But they kept the cake I had ordered. Written on it was— [Liam, Happy 5th Anniversary!] My engagement ring was left right next to the cake. 05 Liam’s lips stopped inches away from Sarah’s face. For some reason, he suddenly didn’t want to kiss her anymore. Even though the person he had thought about for years was right in front of his eyes. Liam thought it was because he respected Sarah. Sarah was no longer the poor student she used to be. For the past four years, Liam had flown to her for every single one of her birthdays. To celebrate with her, to introduce her to resources. But nothing had ever happened between them. Back then, Sarah explicitly told him she wasn’t coming back to the US, and she didn’t want to hold him back. Liam stubbornly replied: “Who’s waiting for you? I’m already with Chloe!” Sarah had smiled and said: “With her by your side, I can rest easy.” “She’s your lapdog. She’ll definitely take good care of you.” “Liam, even though we can’t be together, I want you to be happy more than anyone else in the world.” Liam’s anger instantly evaporated. This was the most tragic, yet beautiful, form of love, wasn’t it? Even though they couldn’t be together, they still held the number one spot in each other’s hearts. Sarah was meant to soar. He had to let her fly free. Sarah was like a rose Liam had cultivated with his own hands. She had fought so hard to grow out of the mud, and she deserved to bloom brilliantly for the whole world to see. He couldn’t trap her by his side. He should only be the rain that waters her when she needs him. That was the philosophy he had gradually come to accept. He only needed a greedy, materialistic woman like Chloe by his side. He couldn’t give her his heart, but he could give her marriage, money, and status. That’s how high-society marriages worked anyway. Just like the anniversary transfer he sent her a few days ago. His friend had suggested he transfer $520,000 (a romantic number in Chinese internet slang), but he thought that was too cheesy and unnecessary. Chloe, who normally wouldn’t even be fit to tie Sarah’s shoes, should be satisfied with what she got. Thinking of Chloe, Liam felt an inexplicable surge of annoyance. Even though his relationship with Sarah was completely platonic, was Chloe really not jealous at all? No. Chloe must be angry. That’s why she deliberately called him “Mr. Vance.” His friends always teased him about how submissive Chloe was. “Liam really knows how to train a wife. Unlike my tiger wife at home. If I so much as glance at another woman, she blows up.” “When Sarah finally comes back, I bet Chloe wouldn’t even mind being the side piece, right?” “Side piece? I’d say she’s more like a loyal maid. If Liam hooks up with someone, she’d probably be the one handing him the condom!” Liam never argued with them. Because that’s exactly how it was. Just then. Liam saw the notification on his phone. It was Chloe letting him know she had come and gone. He casually glanced toward the bedroom door. Liam shot up, staring in disbelief, and walked over to pick up the small box on the floor. He squeezed the box until it deformed. Chloe had even prepared this for him. This was exactly the scenario his friends had joked about. But when it actually happened, Liam suddenly felt incredibly angry. A suffocating, irritable emotion filled his chest. Sarah woke up and saw the box in Liam’s hand. While she blushed, a flash of triumph crossed her eyes. “Liam, please don’t do this.” “I texted you to take me away, it didn’t mean anything else. I’m so sorry if I gave you the wrong impression…” But before she could finish, she watched Liam throw the small box into the trash can. Sarah’s expression stiffened. Liam said: “Do I look like that kind of animal to you?” Sarah quietly let out a sigh of relief. So, Liam hadn’t lost feelings for her. He just cherished her too much. Liam continued: “Besides, you still have to go back to Europe to build your career. How could I possibly get in the way of that?” Sarah’s face turned ugly for a fraction of a second. She tested the waters: “What if… I wasn’t planning on going back…” Before she could finish, Liam interrupted her: “Don’t lie to me. Don’t I know you? You’re someone who chases their dreams. You’re not like those women who only care about getting married and having babies.” Sarah swallowed the words she was about to say. Liam brought out the clothes Chloe had bought. Sarah looked at the clothes with a troubled expression. Liam took one look at the brand and instantly understood. He sent Chloe a text: [Sarah doesn’t like the design philosophy of this brand. She won’t wear their clothes. Go buy another set.] Liam then took Sarah out to the dining area. Looking at the table full of lavish French cuisine, Sarah frowned again. Liam sent another text to Chloe: [Sarah doesn’t eat heavy food that makes you gain weight. She just got back from abroad and doesn’t want Western food either. Go to that authentic local spot I like, get some takeout, and bring it over.] Sarah said, sounding incredibly understanding: “It’s fine. I can eat this.” Liam looked at Sarah’s pale face, his eyes full of pity. He thought for a moment, then sent another text to Chloe: [Sarah’s not feeling well. I’m taking her out to clear her head. Just to the mountains nearby. We’ll be back before our anniversary.] The person who usually replied instantly sent nothing back. Annoyed, Liam called Chloe. The phone was turned off. Had she… blocked him? Suddenly. He saw the cake on the dining table. The words on the cake made him freeze. Why did she just leave the anniversary cake here like this? A diamond caught the light and sparkled. And then, Liam saw the ring sitting next to the cake. 06 The weather was beautiful today. Perfect for traveling. Perfect for moving. Having collected my five-million-dollar severance package, I moved out with lightning speed. I guaranteed Sarah wouldn’t see my face when she woke up. I booked an executive suite at a five-star hotel and fell asleep the moment my head hit the pillow. Before sleeping, I even posted a melodramatic update on social media, announcing my breakup with Liam. When I woke up. I realized my phone had died and shut off. When I turned it back on, the notification chimes didn’t stop for a solid minute. Liam had sent me a ton of messages and left several missed calls. I skimmed through them. [Chloe, what is this supposed to mean? Throwing a tantrum now?] [Are you mad because I made you take care of Sarah?] [When I got there, Sarah was lying in the bathtub with a slashed wrist! Do you have any empathy at all?] He also sent a picture. The engagement ring I left behind had been thrown into the trash can. Along with the 5th-anniversary cake. … My eyes landed on the very last message— [If you’re so tough, then don’t ever come back!] Oh. Okay. So he was telling me not to come back. I felt completely justified in not returning Liam’s calls. But soon enough, I saw a new update from Liam on social media. The scandal surrounding Sarah’s plagiarism had blown up internationally and reached the US. The indie designer she had plagiarized, despite going by the pseudonym Sirius, was actually American. And he had just returned to the States. A blurry paparazzi photo from the airport circulated online. Black hair, green eyes, 6’2″, devastatingly handsome. The photo was quickly scrubbed from the internet, suggesting his background was quite powerful. Right in the middle of this storm. Liam posted an update: [Ants always love to see the swan suffer.] The comments were almost entirely mocking, with a few hardcore shippers mixed in. But mostly, it was just normal internet users. Sirius also posted an update: [The blind man plucked the moon from the sky, but didn’t know how to cherish it.] [So, I’m back to chase the moon again.] It was cryptic. No one really understood it. Some speculated it had nothing to do with the plagiarism scandal. After all, he wasn’t even the one who made the original post providing irrefutable proof of Sarah’s plagiarism. This post sounded more like an ambitious declaration of intent to steal someone’s girl. [Did the poster return to the US to pursue someone he likes?] The creator liked that comment. Immediately after, someone discovered that this account had posted a location tag a long time ago. It was the exact same high school Sarah attended. Someone suspected: [The poster is so forgiving… could the person he’s pursuing be Sarah?] The shippers had a field day for the first time: [The Poster: I did all of this just so you would finally notice me!] [We’ve been hating on this plagiarist for so long, and it turns out it was just a twisted lovers’ quarrel?] The comment section was a chaotic mess. But Sirius never reappeared to clarify anything. Sarah, who had been hiding like a turtle in its shell for days, suddenly popped her head out. She posted: [You cannot force love. Trying to scoop the moon’s reflection from the water will only push the real moon further away.] Suddenly, a bunch of accounts sprang up, all pushing the same narrative: The “moon” Sirius was talking about was Sarah. That dress was designed specifically for Sarah. Sirius was using the wrong method to pursue Sarah, using the false plagiarism accusation to get her attention. And so on. Meanwhile. In the hotel lobby. Someone suddenly called out to me—

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Since I was a child, I was groomed to be the perfect daughter-in-law for the Vance family. At twenty, I married Carter Vance. At twenty-four, I gave birth to our son, Liam. Liam was exactly like Carter: always quiet, a man of few words, and never very affectionate with me. Every night, before they went to bed, I would bring both father and son a cup of hot milk. But one day, Carter accidentally knocked his cup over, and Liam secretly poured his down the drain. A sudden wave of exhaustion washed over me. When I handed the divorce papers to Carter. He furrowed his brow, looking annoyed, and asked, “Just because of that?” “Yes. Just because of that.” 01 “What about our son? “What are you going to do about Liam?” Carter quickly regained his usual emotionless demeanor, asking me as if this were just another business transaction. I sat across from him, feeling more like a client at his negotiating table, and said calmly, “I’ll give up custody of him. “I’ll also transfer the deed to the estate in the Hamptons into his name. Consider it child support and compensation.” After all, the child’s last name was Vance. He and Carter looked much more like a real family than he and I ever did. Carter looked down at me, his eyes betraying very little emotion, as if he couldn’t understand what I was making a fuss about. “Maya,” he softened his tone. “If you’re still upset about the milk last night, I apologize. You know I was drunk. I didn’t mean to do that to you.” He explained it away with practiced patience, still completely convinced that this was all about a cup of milk. Last night, Carter came home very late from a business dinner. I had waited up for him half the night, and only woke up when the blast of cold air from him opening the front door hit me. I got up from the sofa. Seeing him grimacing and rubbing his temples while taking off his coat, I immediately went to the kitchen and brought him the milk I had been keeping warm. Normally, even if our marriage wasn’t exactly passionate, we at least kept up appearances. But last night, I asked one question too many: “Did you meet someone? That perfume smells familiar.” Carter suddenly let go of the glass I was handing him. Before I could react, the glass slipped from our touching fingers and shattered loudly against the floor, shattering the quiet warmth of the room. Carter’s face went ice-cold, an aura of pure irritation radiating from him. He glared at me and warned, “Maya, you’re crossing a line. “From now on, don’t wait up for me, and don’t bother making me milk anymore.” And my son, Liam, after seeing his father’s reaction, secretly poured his own milk down the drain. When I caught him, he stood in the doorway and apologized to me with the exact same emotionless expression: “I’m sorry, Mom. If Dad isn’t drinking it, I don’t want it either.” To the two of them, it was probably just a trivial, insignificant incident. I was overreacting. I shouldn’t have made such a big deal out of it. 02 I didn’t bother offering any further explanations. I signed the papers and retained a lawyer. I chose to end my marriage with Carter Vance. Carter flatly listed off numerous details regarding the division of assets. I didn’t really listen, and I didn’t care. I went back to our bedroom to pack my things. He looked down at me, studying me. “Maya, the paperwork will take time to process. You don’t have to rush to move out. You can keep this penthouse.” I looked at the man who was still as steady and cold as ever. I calmly replied using words he had once said to me: “It’s better to make a clean break, so there are no lingering attachments or unresolved issues.” Carter didn’t say anything else. I never thought packing my bags would be such an overwhelming task. The house was filled with trivial little things, every single one of them painstakingly arranged by my own hands. I took one last look around, finally deciding to just keep it simple, and dragged my suitcase toward the door. Carter stopped me. “Where are you going? “To your parents’ house? “I’ll have the driver take you.” “No need,” I declined, telling him, “Just remember to have the housekeeper clear out the rest of my things tomorrow. I won’t be dealing with them.” It’s not like their family was short on people to do the manual labor anyway. As I stepped out the front door, I paused and thought for a moment. I turned back and looked at Liam, who had been standing behind Carter this whole time, expressionless. I told him, “I won’t be picking you up from prep school anymore, but remember not to go with strangers.” I considered it providing closure for myself. After saying that, I turned and left. I didn’t take another look at the child I had held in my arms and patiently rocked through countless sleepless nights when he was crying during his weaning phase. 03 I bought a plane ticket out of New York. I randomly picked a city down South. Savannah, Georgia. From the moment I was told at fourteen that I would be marrying into the Vance family, my freedom and choices had been restricted. After I married Carter, apart from attending mandatory social galas, he never once suggested taking me out anywhere. My most common routine was waiting for my husband and son to come home every night and bringing them a cup of warm milk before bed. Everyone in our social circle said that Mrs. Vance Sr. had raised me perfectly. I was practically tailor-made to be Carter’s wife. I matched his social status, and I took immaculate care of his daily life. My only flaw was: I was too perfect. So perfect that I was boring. I seemed rigid and lifeless. I once overheard Carter’s friends teasing him. “Carter, man, what’s it like living like an old married couple when you’re still so young? “Your wife is way too boring. Even her smile looks fake. “Do you want the guys to introduce you to someone a bit more fun? “Just a few days ago, Dave met this hilarious girl. Super funny. Exactly like Chloe back in the day. What do you say, interested?” Chloe. Carter’s first love. Back then, when Mrs. Vance Sr. disapproved of their relationship, Carter fought her tooth and nail. I don’t know what happened later. They broke up, and Chloe moved all the way to London. Shortly after that, when he was twenty, Carter suddenly accepted the Vance family’s arrangement and took the initiative to propose to me. Four years later, I gave birth to Liam. Oh, right. I remember now. That familiar perfume I smelled last night was the one Chloe always used to wear. A custom blend of gardenia. 04 After finding a place to stay in Savannah. I wandered around to many different places. The Southern drizzle, the hazy, historic cobblestone streets—I delighted in every bit of it. I never expected that early on my third morning, I would suddenly receive a call from Carter. He sounded like he had just woken up, asking me in a raspy voice, “Maya, where did you put those ruby cufflinks I bought at the charity auction last year?” I paused for a second. “In the second drawer of the walk-in closet.” I asked him, “What’s the occasion?” Carter: “A ribbon-cutting ceremony for the new commercial center.” Me: “The matching suit is the fourth one in the second row.” Carter still didn’t seem fully awake. I could hear the rustling of him searching on the other end of the line, along with a few muttered complaints. I listened for a moment before asking him, “Did you find them?” The voice on the other end stopped, as if he had finally realized what was happening. “I found them. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.” I said “Mm” and told him, “I know.” I advised him, “Have the housekeeper reorganize your closet for you. If you can’t find something again, you can ask them. “From now on, don’t call and bother me anymore.” Carter was silent for a moment before saying, “Okay.” After hanging up, I blocked his number and went back to sleep. But this time, I couldn’t sleep peacefully no matter what. I had a series of bizarre, disjointed dreams. I dreamed of laughing and playing with my classmates on the middle school campus when I was fourteen. I dreamed of the sunny day I first met Carter when I was fifteen. I dreamed of sneaking out to a drag race when I was sixteen, only to be dragged back by my dad and beaten until my legs ached. And… Another piercing ringtone. I jolted awake from the dream, irritated as I blindly reached for my phone on the nightstand. It was an unknown number. I answered it, and a polite voice inquired, “Hello, is this Liam’s mother? “I’m Liam’s teacher from his prep school. It’s like this: today the school is hosting a robotics exhibition, and Liam is participating. But he didn’t bring his project. He said his mother was preparing it for him. Would it be possible for you to bring it over for him?” The teacher was very enthusiastic. My fingers tightened around my phone. I closed my eyes, feeling an indescribable wave of exhaustion. Not long ago, I was sitting in the living room, meticulously following video tutorials frame by frame to build that robotics project for Liam. But because I left so abruptly that day, the robot was still half-finished. I looked out the window at the blazing sun and softly replied to the teacher, “I’m sorry, but I no longer have custody of Liam, and I won’t be managing his affairs anymore. “Also… is he right next to you right now?” “Ah.” The teacher sounded quite embarrassed. “Yes, yes, Liam is right here beside me.” I sighed. “Then could you please put me on speakerphone?” “O-okay.” “Thank you.” There was a rustling sound as the phone was shifted, followed by silence. I figured Liam could hear me. I spoke softly, “Liam, the robot is in the toy bin in your room. “You can call your dad to bring it to you, or you can have anyone else bring it. But from now on, I hope you won’t call me anymore. I won’t be picking you up, and I won’t be helping you with your projects. You know I’m not your mother anymore.” After finishing, I apologized to the teacher one more time and hung up the phone. 05 Saying those words to the child I almost died giving birth to still broke my heart. I couldn’t even remember when Liam started becoming more and more like Carter. My marriage to Carter was an arranged union established very early on. When I was fourteen, my grandfather and father walked out of the study with the elders of the Vance family, all beaming with smiles. From then on, I was groomed by the Vance family to be their daughter-in-law. In high school, many of my classmates envied my wealthy background. I never argued, I could only smile bitterly. I had a privileged life, but I had absolutely no freedom. When I didn’t do well on an important exam. In the middle of the night, my mom got so angry, feeling that I had humiliated her, that she burst into my room, yanked me up, and slapped me across the face. In high school, when I had a rebellious phase and started dating a boy, my dad delivered the second slap. He warned me that if I didn’t want to marry into the Vance family, I could only marry those businessmen who were nearly twenty years older than me. The first time I met Carter, I was fifteen. It was an arrangement made by our two families. Carter back then was different from how he is now. He was a boy who loved to laugh and wore his emotions on his sleeve. My impression of him wasn’t deep. I only remember a white button-down shirt under a blue sky, and a pair of incredibly expressive eyes. Later, I heard he was in a cold war with his family over his first love. I admired and envied him. At least he dared to rebel. He had the right to resist. But not long after, Mrs. Vance Sr. came to visit our house. With an elegant yet apologetic smile on her face, she held my mother’s hand and told her, “Don’t worry, the situation with Carter has already been resolved.” I hid by the door, listening, my heart sinking. I thought to myself, I knew it. After that, our families constantly arranged for Carter and me to meet. At first, he was quite resistant and never gave me the time of day. Later, he slowly accepted it, and occasionally he would say a few words to me. I watched as that prickly, rebellious boy gradually became silent and withdrawn, suppressing all his emotions. And the custom gardenia perfume he used to wear also vanished into the air as time passed. 06 It wasn’t until I was twenty and Carter was twenty-four. While we were on our way to a gala in another city, we were caught in a sudden mudslide and trapped in our car. Carter and I were buried together for a full day and night. When rescue finally arrived, my last memory was of his arm—which had been shielding my body—pierced and mangled by the crushed frame of the car. After he woke up, he proposed to me. In front of both my family and the Vance family, he asked me, “Maya, will you be my wife?” At that time, I looked at his arm, heavily wrapped in white bandages. I remembered when we were trapped in the car, how he anxiously called my name and told me, “Maya, don’t fall asleep. “If you fall asleep now, you’ll really lose your freedom forever!” Like I was possessed, I placed my hand over his. And in doing so, I ignored his lowered eyes—calm and lifeless, like he was merely completing a mandatory ritual. And so, we got married. Four years later, just as everyone wanted, we had a child. From the moment Liam was born, he was showered with love and adoration from both families. Mrs. Vance Sr. believed he needed the same elite upbringing as Carter. So, when he poured out that cup of milk, he did exactly what his father did. He used the most innocent face to say sorry to me, while doing what he believed was his absolute right. 07 I don’t know what that father and son were actually thinking. Less than a week later. I received another call from Carter. He used a different number. Because I had blocked him. Dragging things out like this didn’t seem like something Carter would do. After I answered the call, the line went dead silent for a few seconds. Just as I was feeling baffled and about to hang up. Carter’s voice came through. “Maya.” He called my name. “Your parents said you didn’t go home. Where did you go? Are you in Savannah?” He was investigating me. I knew he had the resources to do that. But I felt an unspeakable anger boiling inside me. During our long, nine-year marriage, he was cold, he was distant. He acted like a transient guest living under the same roof as me. Now, in just half a month, he had called me more times than he had in the entire past year combined. Before, when I would text him: [Are you coming home for dinner tonight?] [Are you in a meeting?] [Does your stomach hurt? Should I bring you some porridge?] He would reply with, at most: [Yeah.] The rest was just a wall of my own green text bubbles. Now, he was acting like nothing had ever happened. He asked me over the phone, his voice hoarse, “Maya, I had a business dinner today and drank too much. My stomach is killing me. Where did you put my medication in the house? “Also, Liam caught a cold from a classmate at prep school. He’s running a fever of 100 degrees and keeps crying that he feels awful. What did you usually do to make him feel better?” I was beyond angry. I suppressed my fury, trying not to sound like a hysterical lunatic, and told him word by word, “Carter, we are divorced. “I am no longer your wife, and I am not your maid. “Whether your stomach hurts or not, whether you can find your medication or not, none of that is my business. And with one phone call, you have plenty of people who would gladly buy you medicine. “If the child is sick, talking to me is useless. I’m not a doctor, and I’ve never seen a father who, at a time like this, still has to ask the mother what to do. “I don’t know what you’re trying to do. Maybe it’s bruised ego, maybe you’re just used to me taking care of you. “But Carter, I don’t want to make this ugly. We are over. Don’t ever disrupt my life again, do you understand?” After saying all that, I hung up the phone completely. I popped open the back of my phone, took out the SIM card, and threw it in the trash. 08 In today’s society, everything is tied to your phone number. I didn’t expect Carter and Liam to call me every few days. Naturally, I didn’t flatter myself into thinking Carter still had feelings for me. It was just that I had taken care of them for so long; it’s hard to break a habit instantly. I got a new SIM card and withdrew some cash. I signed up for a scientific expedition tour group and followed them on a trip through the rugged outback of the Pacific Northwest. It was a project I had seen online a long time ago. When I brought it up back then, Carter said he didn’t have time. His “friends” in our social circle had laughed and said, “That’s way too shabby. “Maya, with Carter’s status, going on such a cheap tour group would be incredibly embarrassing.” I just smiled and didn’t say anything else. At the time, I thought it was just a passing whim. The Vance family would never allow me to be so reckless and wild. I never thought that now, it would be so incredibly easy. When a shackle is broken, a bound person will start struggling from the very depths of their soul. 09 The day I headed out with the expedition team. The sky was crystal clear. We traveled by train. The train rocked back and forth for the entire journey. Every time I sank deep into that exhausting, suffocating dream, I would be slowly rocked awake. The dawn broke, piercing through the chaotic haze. The expedition took us through the Cascade Loop and down to the high deserts of Oregon. From Seattle, we went to the Olympic Peninsula, passed through the Columbia River Gorge, and stopped at the Painted Hills and Smith Rock. Mount Hood rose sharply from the forested horizon, and Crater Lake was serene under the night sky. Traveling through the high desert, crossing the passes, we saw endless miles of colorful, rugged terrain. The expedition team was primarily made up of geologists. They looked like people who weren’t good with words, yet they could talk endlessly about a pile of dirt, a blade of grass, an unknown wildflower. Sometimes humorous, sometimes witty. They filled the vast, sparsely populated Northwest with a profound, vibrant life force. Undeniably, my privileged background and those years of being groomed by the Vance family had allowed me to see many things other people never got to experience. Before, in my understanding, traveling was something that could only be enjoyable if done with family. But now, hiking through badlands and camping in the desert. Eating burnt barbecue, covered in dust and sand, I saw stars brighter than I had ever seen in my life. I knew Carter was probably still trying to track my itinerary, but that didn’t matter anymore. Later, after the Northwest loop ended, I exchanged contact info with these new friends. After resting in the city for a few days. We set out again to hike the Rockies. The moment we reached the summit of a challenging peak. I suffered severe altitude sickness. My breathing was rapid, and my head felt like it was splitting open. I almost thought I was going to die on that towering mountain range. But in the distance, the sun bathed the snow-capped peaks in gold, and everyone at the summit was cheering. In that passionate, chaotic atmosphere, I burst into loud, unrestrained sobs. The team scrambled frantically to give me oxygen and feed me high-sugar drinks. Thinking I was crying because I was in so much pain, they rushed to comfort me. “Oh man, don’t cry girl. You’re okay, you’re okay. Your blood oxygen is coming back up. Don’t be scared, we’ve got you. You’re not gonna die!” “Yeah, kiddo, you’re so young, you’re definitely fine. You’ve got a long road ahead of you. This is nothing!” I sobbed uncontrollably, but eventually, their thick Midwest accents and clumsy comforting made me break into a smile through my tears. With their help, I stood up from the snow, facing the golden sunlit peaks in the distance, facing my new life. No matter how many shackles there were, no matter how hard the journey. I could still reach the summit on my own, couldn’t I? 10 After returning, I picked up some of my old hobbies. Like extreme sports. Like auto racing. Like getting a dog I actually liked. Before I was engaged to Carter, I actually had a very carefree and lively personality. I loved everything that was full of life. But later, I didn’t even have my own freedom. How could I talk about loving anything? I got a mixed-breed Maltipoo. I named her Bella. She had a coat of soft, caramel-colored fur and innocent, big eyes. Every time she ran, her ears flopped up and down like a little propane tank. Puppies are easier to get along with than people. Puppies also understand your needs better than people do. A puppy will never give you the cold shoulder. A puppy knows you love her, and she loves you back. And the next time I saw Carter. It was at the door of my new house. I was just about to take Bella out for a walk. When I pushed open the door, I saw Carter standing by the elevator. And by his side, he was holding the hand of Liam, who was nervously staring at Bella in my arms.

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