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For five years, I quietly supported my boyfriend Grayson Wilder, helping him grow from a paralegal to a partner at a top-tier law firm. At the firm’s annual Christmas awards ceremony, I was filled with joy, ready to celebrate publicly and surprise him. Instead, I watched him walk onto the stage alongside his female colleague Ashley Gomez, their body language intimate and familiar. “Grayson’s success today is all thanks to my strategic guidance behind the scenes,” Ashley boasted proudly. Grayson smiled and agreed, “Absolutely. Without Ashley, I wouldn’t be where I am today.” The audience erupted in thunderous applause as everyone congratulated the pair. Standing at the back of the crowd, my heart plummeted into an icy abyss. After leaving the venue, I called my assistant Janet Brooks: “Withdraw all networking support for Grayson and terminate all cooperation. That questionable case he took on—stop helping him navigate it. Let him face the consequences himself.” ***** “Miss Westbrook, are you certain? Once we terminate support, the consequences will be irreversible.” Janet hesitated before speaking. “You know the opposing party has significant power. If he can’t handle this, Grayson won’t just face financial ruin—he’ll go to prison. His life will be destroyed!” Walking out of the venue, I gazed at the wall of honor ahead, where Grayson’s radiant smile beamed from the top. Five years together, yet he’d always been evasive about marrying me. “I’m at a crucial point in my career right now. Once I’m established, I’ll definitely marry you!” I’d heard those words countless times. And I’d trusted him unconditionally, time after time, paving the way for his career and giving everything to make him a partner at this prestigious firm. What I got in return was his public betrayal. “Defend him again, and you’re fired too.” After hanging up, someone grabbed my hand and spun me around. “What’s your problem?” Grayson caught up, breathing heavily, his brow furrowed. “With so many people watching, you walked out before I finished speaking. What will people think of me?” “Would you rather I stayed to watch you two being all lovey-dovey?” I yanked my hand free and looked at him with disdain. Grayson put his hands on his hips, clearly irritated: “Come on, can’t you pick a better time to be jealous? She helped me tremendously—what’s wrong with us going on stage together? If she hadn’t given me her full support, I’d probably still be a paralegal like you!” How amusing. I’d kept the truth from him initially to protect his pride, having Janet arrange everything through Ashley. Now it had all become her achievement, while I was painted as dead weight. “Since that’s how you see it, I have nothing more to say.” I drove off without looking back. When I got home, Ashley called me. Just as I was about to hang up, I heard Grayson’s colleagues laughing in the background. “If you ask me, you should dump Caroline and get with Ashley. She’s way better than that useless girlfriend of yours!” “Exactly! Caroline’s lazy and worthless, always off doing God knows what. Watch out—she might bring home someone else’s kid someday!” Grayson burst out laughing. “If she weren’t so obedient and good for warming my bed, I would’ve kicked her to the curb ages ago!” Behind my back, he was actually badmouthing me like this. Ashley sent me a message: “See? What’s the point of clinging to him all the time? You’re just annoying everyone. If I were you, I’d get lost right now!” My eyes welled up with tears as I blocked her immediately. As for Grayson, I’d leave when the time was right.

The next morning, I discovered that Grayson hadn’t come home all night. During breakfast, I noticed his flushed cheeks and the smile playing at the corners of his mouth, as if he was savoring some pleasant memory. When he looked at me, his eyes still held traces of lingering affection. “Why are you up so early? Drinking milk on an empty stomach isn’t good for your digestive system.” My hand froze while stirring the milk, and I remained silent. In that moment, I realized it had been many Christmases since I’d last heard him express concern for me. He was clearly in a good mood as he sat down beside me and handed me a book. “Alright, I won’t hold yesterday’s incident against you. This is a book I found for you—isn’t this what you’ve been wanting?” This collection of legal case files was indeed the book I’d been desperately trying to find. Not only because it was out of print, but because it was the last book compiled by my mother, Samantha Westbrook. Four Christmases ago, before she passed away, her final wish was to see this book one more time, but she never got the chance. Fighting back the ache in my heart, I opened it. On the first page was written: “Unconditionally gifted to Ashley by Grayson, wishing you continued success.” The signature below was dated four Christmases ago. With tears welling in my eyes, I looked at him and pointed to that line. “What does this mean?” Grayson didn’t notice my distress; the smile remained on his lips. “Oh, that’s what it says. I had given this book to Ashley before, but she didn’t want it anymore, so I brought it over for you. How about it? Are you happy?” But when he looked up and met my gaze, he suddenly froze. “You knew I’d been searching for this book for five Christmases, that it meant everything to me—why couldn’t you give me the original first?” Grayson’s expression stiffened, his tone growing colder. “No matter how important it is, it’s just a collectible to you, isn’t it? All you do is organize case files for me, serve coffee, and fetch water. What’s the point of reading more?” He continued, “But Ashley is different. She’s a top lawyer who needs to read these materials to improve her professional skills. Can’t you be more understanding and give things to people who truly need them?” Thinking of the tears in Samantha’s eyes before she died, I trembled with rage. “But my mother wanted to see it just once before she passed away. I would have returned the book to you after she read it. You knew where it was but refused to bring it out to fulfill her dying wish. Are you even human?” Grayson’s patience ran out completely. He clicked his tongue and his face darkened. “God, aren’t you annoying? If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t even catch a glimpse of this book right now. I went out of my way to get it back from Ashley for you, and this is your attitude? “Besides, what does your mother’s death have to do with me? She wasn’t my mother! “Looking at you now, I know I was right not to give it to you first. Who knows if you would have just hoarded it and refused to let Ashley…” Slap! I raised my hand and struck him across the face, cutting off his rambling. Grayson stood there stunned. “You actually hit me? “Do you know how many people out there call you lazy and worthless, telling me to find a new girlfriend? I never did, and you know why? Because you were at least obedient! “Now you’re laying hands on me—are you trying to break up with me?”

I took a deep breath, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall. So even Grayson saw me this way. I lifted my head and glared at him fiercely. “You’ve been thinking this all along, haven’t you? Otherwise, why would you take Ashley on stage to give that acceptance speech!” Grayson slammed his hand on the table and shot to his feet, roaring at me. “Haven’t you caused enough trouble? I already told you we’re just colleagues. She’s helped me so much—what’s wrong with her coming on stage with me?” “Do you think everyone’s like you, stuck with that measly few thousand dollar salary, with zero ambition? “Besides doing some housework at home, what else are you good for!” BANG! I dumped the soup from the table right over his head. The warm broth dripped from his hair onto the floor, creating a complete mess. He was so angry he actually laughed, slowly removing the plate from his head. “Fine, you just stay home by yourself. I never should have come back!” With that, he grabbed his coat and stormed out without looking back. The living room fell silent again. I stared at the book on the table, slowly opened it, and tore away their handwriting from the first page, bit by bit. I crumpled the torn pieces into a ball and hurled them into the trash, then turned and headed upstairs to pack my things. Grayson and I had shared a bed for five years, and every corner of this room held memories of us. I was only halfway through packing when I saw Grayson return, dragging two suitcases through the door. Following the suitcases upward, I saw Ashley, tears streaming down her face. “I’m sorry, Caroline. I really have nowhere else to go…” She looked nothing like the arrogant person who had sent me those messages. I slowly stood up and asked quietly. “You’re moving in now?” Grayson stepped protectively in front of Ashley. “Don’t get any crazy ideas. I’m only letting her stay here because she can’t afford rent. She’s afraid of the dark and can’t sleep alone, so she’ll have to share my bed.” I let out a cold laugh. “So you two are going to sleep in the same bed?” Wasn’t I still living in this house? Ashley’s eyes widened. “Caroline, I really don’t have any feelings for Grayson!” Right in front of me, Grayson took her hand to comfort her, looking at me like I was a stranger. “If you have a problem, take it up with me. Don’t go crazy like you did earlier.” I was leaving anyway. I had no energy to fight with them, so I nodded and continued packing to leave. “Wait.” Grayson grabbed my wrist, looking at the box of belongings. “Leave that night light behind.” Grayson knew I couldn’t sleep without light at night, and that little night light was something I’d made myself. Grayson blocked my path. “How much money do you want for it? Ashley can’t sleep without a light at night.” I looked at his hand gripping mine and gently pulled free. Thinking I was unwilling, Grayson said several harsh things to me until I took out the night light. Since they loved my junk so much, whatever. Grayson paused for a moment, then shoved the light into Ashley’s hands. “If you’d been this reasonable this morning, we wouldn’t have had to fight.” He wrapped his arm around Ashley’s waist and walked into the master bedroom without looking back. And I took my luggage and returned to my old home. Early the next morning, I went to the law firm to pack up my things and resign. When I placed my resignation letter on the desk of the firm’s other partner, Grayson happened to see it. He snatched the resignation letter away. “Running away from home yesterday, and now resigning today—Caroline, how long are you going to keep this up?” As he spoke, he tore the resignation letter to shreds right in front of me. “Get back here and help me organize these case files!” I ignored him and pulled another resignation letter from my bag, handing it over. Ashley came screaming in from outside. “Grayson, the client information for your case has been leaked! Now everyone knows the client broke the law, and that you helped with fraudulent litigation. What are we going to do!” Grayson froze for a moment, then rushed over and grabbed my wrist, shouting at me. “No wonder you want to resign—you leaked the client information! Do you have any idea how important this client is to me!” So it was an illegal case after all. I had simply withdrawn my assistance, but I didn’t expect them to find out so quickly. “I never did such a thing.” Grayson gripped even tighter. “Still saying it wasn’t you! Besides the three of us, who else knew about this client information!” I couldn’t help but struggle. “The opposing party in this case isn’t ordinary people to begin with. Finding this out would be a matter of minutes for them! I don’t even have the opposing lawyer’s contact information!” Grayson let out a cold laugh. “I never thought the person who would hurt me the most would be the one sharing my bed.” I was so angry I laughed. How could he even say such words? As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and slapped me. “Just because I brought Ashley home, you had to be this vicious to me! I’m telling you to figure out how to completely delete that information from their computers right now!” I covered my face, and the last trace of affection in my heart was extinguished by that slap. Seeing that I remained silent, Grayson became even more agitated. He struck me several more times. “You didn’t really think I wouldn’t dare lay a hand on you, did you!” His blows left a metallic taste in my mouth. When I wiped it with my hand, it was blood. Grayson was truly ruthless! Ashley cried out in alarm and quickly intervened just as Grayson was about to kick me. “Stop hitting her! Maybe we should contact Ms. Westbrook—she might know what to do!” Grayson frowned and nodded. “You’re right. Quick, call her now before it’s too late for the trial!” He then glared at me again. “Look how much Ashley cares about you, while all you do is get jealous over nothing! Once I contact Ms. Westbrook, we’ll see how you get punished!” I shook off his hand and quietly walked to the side to watch. They made several phone calls before finally getting through. I heard Janet answer, and Grayson spoke urgently. “Didn’t you say you would protect this client’s information? Now the opposing lawyer has already received our client’s data…” The more he spoke, the more humble he became, with obvious flattery in his tone. The voice on the other end was cold. “Oh, you haven’t received the notice yet? Our boss has already withdrawn all assistance to you. As for this illegal case, it’s no longer our concern.” In an instant, Grayson’s face turned deathly pale. After taking a deep breath, he asked cautiously. “Is there any way to contact your boss?” Janet quickly gave out a phone number, and Grayson dialed it with trembling hands. Suddenly, my bag started ringing. I pulled out my phone and slowly pressed the answer button. “Hello, what can I do for you?” Watching them stand there in shock, I couldn’t help but mock them. “Weren’t you just saying you’d have your boss punish me? Come on, tell me—how exactly should I punish myself?”

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At 3 AM, Dustin Haynes was suffering from a gastric hemorrhage, and his condition was critical. Rosaline Fletcher was called to the hospital and immediately donated 1000cc of blood without hesitation. But when they reached the operating room, Dustin’s friends convinced Rosaline to go home and rest, claiming that Dustin needed quiet. As soon as Rosaline reached the first floor, she saw a nurse dumping all five bags of plasma drawn from her body straight into the trash! Immediately after, bursts of laughter erupted from a nearby room. “Hahaha, that idiot Rosaline actually gave 1000cc of blood! I can’t believe she actually went through with it!” “Incredible! Just seeing how pale she looked, I almost couldn’t hold back my laughter!” Rosaline froze. Shocked, she peered through the slightly open door and saw Dustin, who was supposed to be in the operating room. Dustin was wearing a hospital gown, his perfect profile carrying a hint of cynical amusement as he casually played on his phone with a smirk, showing no signs of someone dying from gastric bleeding. “Stop laughing and push the tower.” Rosaline stared at the scene in disbelief, thinking her grief had caused her to hallucinate. Soon, with the sound of a game victory, Dustin tossed his phone aside. “What’s wrong, Dustin? Done playing?” Dustin turned his head toward the window and said casually, “I’m bored. Help me count—how many times has this been?” The group exchanged glances, and one of them spoke up: “The first time, we told her you’d lost the ring you gave her in the pool. Rosaline spent the entire night searching in the freezing autumn water and came back with a high fever. The next day, she still didn’t give up and went back in the water while sick, nearly developing pneumonia!” “The second time, we told her Dustin’s birthday party was a pool party, so she showed up to the formal dinner as the only one wearing a bikini!” The group grew more excited as they continued, with someone clapping enthusiastically: “The third time, we deliberately planted that Pierce family heiress’s hundred-thousand-dollar necklace in her bag. She voluntarily called the police, righteously defended herself, and even swore an oath to make Dustin believe her innocence—it was hilarious!” “Including this time when we told her Dustin had gastric bleeding, that makes 96 times. Just a few more pranks and we’ll hit our goal!” As they talked, someone looked at Dustin with concern and sighed: “I just feel bad for Dustin. You’ve suffered through so many holidays just to get revenge on her. If you ask me, there are plenty of ways to get back at a woman—why make it so complicated?” “You don’t get it! It’s all because Rosaline is so self-righteous. If she hadn’t used every dirty trick in the book to steal Simone’s first chair violin position that Christmas, causing Simone’s depression and near suicide, why would Dustin go to such lengths to mess with her?” “Haha, Rosaline probably has no idea that Simone is Dustin’s favorite girl. If she hadn’t stolen Simone’s first chair position, Dustin wouldn’t have had to date her just for revenge! But Dustin’s already decided to dump her after the 99th prank. That’s when our fun will come to an end!” “What, you’re going to miss it? Maybe you should go after Rosaline once Dustin dumps her?” “Am I crazy…” Listening to these people mock her so carelessly in the room, Rosaline’s ears buzzed as if thunder had struck directly above her head. She never imagined it was all revenge. Their words were like sharp blades, each one stabbing into her heart until it was riddled with holes. Three years. She and Dustin had been together for three whole years. Dustin knew perfectly well how much she loved him. But if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes and heard it with her own ears, she never would have believed that Dustin had only been with her to get revenge for Simone. Looking at Dustin in the hospital room, she suddenly felt like he was a complete stranger. Dustin came from the Haynes family, which held significant influence throughout all of New York. Built on ancestral wealth, the Haynes family’s business empire spanned the globe. Dustin’s background was one in a million, and his looks and talent were absolutely top-tier. Such an exceptional man was the dream of every socialite in New York, and Rosaline had fallen for him at first sight. Rosaline still remembered how stunning Dustin had looked when she first laid eyes on him. He was as noble as the moon in the sky, as cold as snow on a mountaintop, like some divine being. Back then, knowing she didn’t stand a chance, Rosaline had still shamelessly pursued Dustin for ages. Everyone called Rosaline delusional—after all, their family backgrounds were worlds apart. But no one expected that Dustin would actually agree. The day Dustin agreed to date her, Rosaline was so excited she couldn’t sleep all night. But now Rosaline realized that he had loved Simone all along. He had even been willing to lower himself to be with her for Simone’s sake, coming up with a plan to get revenge on her ninety-nine times! For a moment, Rosaline felt her heart being torn apart. Rosaline let out a bitter laugh. She thought she was absolutely ridiculous. She had believed they truly loved each other, but from beginning to end, she had just been a clown in everyone else’s eyes. Seeming to sense the gaze from outside the door, Dustin instinctively turned his head to look. The moment he turned, Rosaline immediately stepped aside, tears flooding her eyes. “Dustin, what are you looking at?” “Is someone outside? Go check.” Hearing footsteps moving around inside, Rosaline instinctively turned and fled in panic. Rosaline didn’t know why she was running—she hadn’t done anything wrong. She wandered aimlessly past the operating room, past the blood draw station, until she finally stopped when she slowly walked up to a trash can. Rosaline looked at the blood bags lying quietly in the trash and immediately burst into tears. Her tears fell like broken pearls onto the blood bags. She thought to herself, “So in his eyes, my sincere heart is nothing but garbage.” Rosaline laughed sarcastically and walked straight past the trash can toward the hospital exit. Just then, her phone rang. It was her brother Vincent Fletcher calling. “We’re moving the whole family next month. Rosaline, you need to decide whether you’re coming with us or not. If you keep hesitating, no one will be able to help you.” Though the Fletcher family wasn’t as prestigious as the Haynes family, they were still part of high society. Back then, to help Rosaline pursue her dream of joining Germany’s premier orchestra, her father Remington Fletcher had pulled every string he could, finally securing a transfer to Germany and moving the entire family for her dream. But later, Rosaline had resolutely decided to give up the opportunity and stay in the country for Dustin. Looking back now, Rosaline felt she had been incredibly stupid. Rosaline took a deep breath and said firmly, “Vincent, tell Mom and Dad that I’m coming with you.”

Vincent’s face lit up with surprise when he heard this, but he quickly realized something was off. “What about your boyfriend? That young master from the Haynes family?” Rosaline sniffled, her voice terribly hoarse. “It doesn’t matter anymore.” Vincent seemed to sense something was wrong. “Rosaline, did something happen? You loved him so much, loved him to the point of madness, even willing to give up your position as principal in an internationally renowned orchestra, and now you’re telling me he doesn’t matter anymore?” Hearing this, Rosaline let out a cold laugh. Everyone knew she treasured Dustin like her own life! But however much she had loved Dustin before, that’s how clear-headed she was now. Thinking of the conversation in the hospital room just moments ago, thinking of her blood bag being thrown into the trash, Rosaline’s warm heart instantly turned ice cold. “I don’t love him anymore.” After hanging up, Rosaline hailed a cab and returned to the apartment she shared with Dustin. She looked around, and everywhere her eyes fell held memories of her and Dustin. Three years—they had lived together for three whole years, and every corner of this apartment recorded traces of their love. This apartment was Dustin’s gift to her on her birthday last year. This luxury apartment sat by the river, a sprawling penthouse with river views and breathtakingly expansive vistas—the kind of place ordinary people could never afford in a lifetime. But just because she had casually mentioned “wanting to see what Dustin looked like when he woke up,” he had tossed her the keys. This apartment held all the beautiful moments from their years together. They cooked in the kitchen, kissed at the dining table, made love on the sofa. Those scenes that had once been so romantic and tender now felt equally ironic and desolate. These past few days, Rosaline hadn’t visited Dustin at all, hadn’t even sent a single message. She locked herself at home and began clearing away all traces of their love. The refrigerator held notes about Dustin’s favorite foods, the nightstand drawer contained stomach medicine she’d prepared for him. She found their anniversary scrapbook in the closet, filled with records of their road trips along the West Coast, gambling in Las Vegas, kissing beneath the Disney castle… As memories came flooding back, Rosaline felt her nose sting and tears silently fell. Quickly, she snapped the scrapbook shut and threw it straight into the trash. After that, she discarded the love letters she’d written to Dustin and the diary recording his daily preferences. Each item she threw away felt like peeling away her past memories and years of love for him. By the third day, she had personally erased all traces of herself from the apartment. Looking at the now somewhat empty space, Rosaline felt relieved. Just as she grabbed her documents and prepared to leave, someone unlocked the apartment door. Dustin noticed that even their photos together were gone from the entryway cabinet, and his brow furrowed slightly. “Are you spring cleaning?” “Yeah, I cleared out some trash.” Dustin only noticed the apartment felt a bit colder, but didn’t think much of it. He looked at Rosaline with some displeasure. “I’ve been sick for so long, and you didn’t even come to visit once?” Rosaline had no mood left to play along. She just wanted to leave quickly. “Looks like you weren’t that seriously ill. You recovered from gastric bleeding pretty fast.” Whether from guilt or sensing something off about Rosaline’s mood, Dustin didn’t say much more. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her from behind as usual. “I heard you lost a lot of blood that day. Which arm did they draw from? Does it hurt?” But the moment Dustin touched Rosaline’s arm, she instinctively pulled away. “Not as much as your surgery hurt.” Dustin froze. He felt something was off about Rosaline today. Usually when they had spats, as long as he coaxed her a little and gave her a kiss, they’d make up immediately. But the current Rosaline felt somehow foreign to him. He felt like Rosaline was different from before. Dustin felt an inexplicable panic rising in his chest, but couldn’t figure out exactly what was wrong. “I’m the one who’s sick, and not only do you not comfort me, but you’re being so cold? You won’t even ask if I’m in pain?” “So are you in pain?” Dustin was momentarily stunned by Rosaline’s sudden question. He wondered, “Could Rosaline have figured something out?” But quickly, he sneered inwardly, thinking he was overthinking it: “Impossible. She loves me so much. If she really suspected something, she definitely wouldn’t be this calm.” “Of course it hurts. The doctors haven’t let me eat anything for days, and I’m just starting to feel a little better…” A cold smile flashed in Rosaline’s eyes. She tried to walk past him, but Dustin grabbed her wrist. “Alright, you’ve always wanted to go to that private club, right? My friends are throwing me a welcome-back party there. Let’s go together.”

  Rosaline didn’t want to go. Although Dustin went there often and she was curious about it, the thought of being surrounded by all of Dustin’s friends immediately killed her interest. But Dustin was always domineering in his actions. Without waiting for Rosaline to refuse, he dragged her downstairs and into the car. At the club entrance, Dustin opened the car door for Rosaline as usual. Rosaline rolled her eyes and reluctantly got out. As soon as they entered the club, Rosaline’s attention was drawn to a familiar figure in the crowd. Simone Gordon was here too. The last time Rosaline had seen Simone was at the competition for the reserve position of principal violinist with a German orchestra. Simone stood among the crowd, wearing a fitted dress, still as gentle and elegant as she had been that Christmas. Rosaline had long known that Simone and Dustin’s families were old friends, but since being with Dustin, she hadn’t seen Simone again. Although she knew they’d been close since childhood, Rosaline had never thought much of it. She certainly never imagined that the person Dustin had always loved was Simone. Dustin led Rosaline toward the crowd. Simone, who had been chatting and laughing with others, seemed to sense something and looked up in their direction. Seeing them walking over arm in arm, a hint of mockery appeared at the corner of Simone’s mouth. Seeing that mocking smile, Rosaline understood everything in an instant. She realized that Simone had known about Dustin’s revenge plan all along, and she herself had been nothing more than a pawn in their game from the very beginning! In that moment, an overwhelming sense of suffocation suddenly pressed down on Rosaline, making it almost impossible for her to breathe. When Dustin saw Simone, his hand immediately slipped from Rosaline’s shoulder. He casually made up an excuse: “I didn’t lock my car properly. You go ahead and enjoy yourself.” With that, he patted Rosaline’s shoulder and left the venue. Seeing Dustin leave, Simone revealed a meaningful smile, walked past Rosaline, and followed Dustin outside. Watching their retreating figures, Rosaline suddenly felt the impulse to chase after them and confront Dustin. But before she could take a step, someone blocked her path. Several of Dustin’s friends surrounded her. “Rosaline, how’s your recovery going? Dustin was able to bounce back so quickly thanks to you.” “Absolutely! Let me toast you! You gave 1000cc of blood that day!” They spoke while crowding around Rosaline. She kept backing away until suddenly her foot found nothing but air. Before she could cry out, her vision spun wildly. She tumbled down the stairs, finally landing in a heap on the first floor. Intense pain hit her immediately, and Rosaline could no longer think clearly. Through her fading consciousness, she dimly saw Dustin and Simone kissing outside the door in the distance. Then everything went black, and she lost consciousness completely. When she woke up again, Dustin immediately handed her medicine and water. “You’re finally awake. The doctor said you missed a step and hit your head, but it’s nothing serious. Take your medicine and get some rest.” Hearing Dustin’s words, Rosaline froze. She tried to recall what happened, but her head throbbed as if it might explode. Instinctively, she swallowed the pills, drank the water, and fell back asleep in her dizziness. She had many bizarre dreams filled with chaotic sounds and fragments of memories. Rosaline felt like she was running through darkness when she suddenly saw a beam of light. Just as she was about to break free from the darkness, she discovered that at the end of the light was a couple kissing. Rosaline’s eyes snapped open. She didn’t know how long she’d been asleep, but now she was gasping for breath, drenched in sweat. Looking around, she noticed Dustin had already left. Just then, her phone buzzed with a group message. 【97th revenge mission, perfectly executed!】 【So hilarious, she actually rolled down the stairs! Wonder if she saw Dustin and Simone making out?】 Several people in the group were cheerfully joking around. Suddenly, someone frantically sent: 【Oh shit, wrong group! Rosaline’s in this chat too, quick, delete it!】 This group chat had been created last Christmas when Dustin and Rosaline first got together, so he could introduce her to his friends. After the messages were quickly deleted, the chat window became empty. Staring at the empty chat window, Rosaline’s fingertips trembled. Only now did she realize she hadn’t accidentally missed a step—they had deliberately cornered her at the staircase. She understood this was yet another calculated act of revenge. The thought that Dustin was kissing Simone while she was falling down the stairs made Rosaline’s heart ache unbearably. Soon, Dustin’s call came through. “Are you awake? What do you want to eat? I’ll pick something up.” Rosaline suppressed her trembling voice: “No need, I’m not hungry.” There was a pause on the other end, then Dustin casually asked, “Did you… happen to check the group messages just now?” Rosaline gripped her phone tightly, took a deep breath, and said calmly, “No, I was sleeping the whole time. Why?” Dustin seemed relieved: “Nothing. Just rest well. I’ll come back after I finish things at the office. Don’t worry, with me around, I won’t let you get hurt again.” Rosaline’s eyes filled with sarcasm. Dustin’s words sounded utterly hypocritical. After all, every injury she’d suffered so far had been caused by Dustin himself. After hanging up, Rosaline endured her physical discomfort and began packing, planning to go straight back to her own place. However, as soon as she stood by the roadside waiting for a ride, a black van silently pulled up in front of her. Before she could react, four or five burly men jumped out of the vehicle and forcibly dragged her into the van. “Let me go! Who are you! Mmph!” Rosaline struggled desperately, but a cloth soaked in anesthetic was pressed firmly over her nose and mouth. As her vision began to blur, everything went black, and she lost consciousness again. When she woke up again, Rosaline found herself tied to a large bed, with four or five thugs sitting beside it. Seeing her awake, one of them smiled and pulled out a gleaming knife, pointing it at her right hand. “I heard you play violin? It’d be such a shame to ruin these hands…” Rosaline looked at them in terror: “What are you doing? Let me go!” “Don’t be scared, just bear with it. It’ll be over soon… we’ll just sever a few tendons first, won’t interfere with our fun later!” The anesthetic hadn’t completely worn off, leaving Rosaline powerless to resist. Just as the cold blade was about to slice into Rosaline’s wrist, the door suddenly burst open with a violent kick. Dustin stormed in with his men. Seeing Rosaline on the bed and the bloody marks on her wrist, his expression instantly turned dangerously dark. “Take them all down.” “Yes, Mr. Haynes.” Soon, the group was dragged away. Only Dustin and Rosaline, curled up on the bed, remained in the room. Rosaline was still trembling, seemingly unable to recover from the terror she’d just experienced. Dustin reached out to pull her into his arms, but Rosaline instinctively screamed and shrank back. Dustin’s hand froze mid-air. Looking at Rosaline, his heart twisted with sharp pain. Soon after, Rosaline lost consciousness from extreme shock. When Rosaline woke up again, she found herself back at the apartment. From outside the bedroom came Dustin’s icy voice. “Talk. Whose idea was this?” Someone answered in a low voice: “Dustin, we did this for your own good. Don’t you want to be free sooner? This was the 99th time. After this ends, you and Rosaline can finally be done with each other…” A loud crash echoed as something heavy hit the ground. Dustin’s voice blazed with fury: “Did I tell you to destroy her?!” “Dustin, she’s just a tool for revenge! She stole Simone’s place to begin with—wouldn’t destroying her be perfect?” Dustin froze, his fist suspended in mid-air, then slammed it hard into the mirror. Glass shattered, blood streaming down. The room fell into dead silence. After a long while, someone asked uncertainly: “Dustin, you haven’t… fallen for her, have you?”

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I’ve been married to Alister Russell for three years now. When we divorced, everyone in New York figured no man would ever dare take me on again. Back then, I’d used every trick in the book to marry him. I drugged him, framed him for sleeping with me, then had my grandfather storm over to his family to force the marriage. I finally got what I wanted. These past years, trying to make him love me, I threw away every shred of dignity I had, bending over backward to please him. When his beloved Carola Morgan woke up from her coma, I threw tantrums and threatened suicide while everyone in our circle waited to watch me make a fool of myself. But after I woke up in the hospital, I went straight for all of Alister’s assets. I destroyed every gift I’d bought him over the years and sold off his patents too. In the end, I forced him to sign the divorce papers and walked away from him for good. When Alister realized he’d actually signed divorce papers instead of some business contract, he lost it completely, screaming at me: “What game are you playing now? How long is this little act going to last?” But I was already done with him. At that moment, I was busy flirting with Alister’s incredibly powerful uncle, batting my eyelashes as I purred: “Mr. Hoffman, this is the fifth time already. Could you maybe give me a break tonight?” Later I heard that when Alister discovered the girl who’d actually saved his life wasn’t Carola but me, he completely lost his mind. ***** “Mr. Russell, Mrs. Russell attempted suicide.” When I came to, I heard our butler Fraser Chavez reporting to Alister over the phone. Alister’s ice-cold voice came through the speaker: “Is she dead?” Fraser seemed taken aback by the question: “Not yet, she didn’t hit any major arteries.” “If she’s not dead, don’t bother me with it.” Alister’s voice was both impatient and frigid: “Caro’s awake. I need to be with her.” With that, he hung up without mercy. My head was still spinning, and my wrists were wrapped in gauze. Fraser turned around to see I was awake, looking somewhat embarrassed as he said: “Mrs. Russell, Mr. Russell, he…” I cut straight to the point: “Carola’s awake?” Fraser seemed startled, as if he hadn’t expected me to overhear. But he quickly recovered, his tone dripping with mockery: “Mrs. Russell, since you heard, there’s nothing left to say. Ms. Carola Morgan’s condition is unstable, and Mr. Russell needs to stay by her side. Your suicide stunts are pointless—stop humiliating yourself. You’re just making more work for us staff.” My heart felt like it had been brutally crushed, followed by endless despair. I’d chased Alister for three years, been married to him for three years, and he’d never once cared about me—only felt disgust. Still clinging to a thread of hope, I asked: “Is he in Carola’s room?” I knew Carola was staying in this same hospital. Ignoring Fraser’s attempts to stop me, I got up to find Alister. Fraser followed behind, impatiently trying to dissuade me: “Mrs. Russell, why put yourself through this? Mr. Russell already said he’d let you keep the title of his wife, but he could never love you. The more you act like this, the more Mr. Russell will despise you. Please don’t go looking for trouble with Ms. Carola Morgan…” I ignored Fraser and pushed open Carola’s hospital room door. The scene inside stopped me cold.

Alister was crouched beside Carola’s bed, gently massaging her legs with the most tender expression. His movements were soft and patient. On Carola’s nightstand sat a bouquet of pink tulips. The man who’d always been so proud and cold toward me was now incredibly gentle. Just then, Carola looked up and spotted me standing in the doorway. “Alister, maybe you should go check on Daphne? After all, she is your wife.” Carola deliberately said this while looking at Alister, putting on an act of looking troubled. Alister had his back to the door and didn’t know I was standing there. His tone suddenly turned cold. “If she wants to make a scene, let her. She always does this on purpose to scare people, trying to get me to come back and keep her company.” Carola covered her mouth and giggled, deliberately glancing in my direction with a provocative look in her eyes. “Alister, aren’t you afraid something might actually happen to her? She always acts up like this—what if something really goes wrong?” Alister paused for a moment, his brow furrowing. Then he said impatiently, “If something happens, so be it. The Morgan family business is all in my hands now. I can get justice for you and your mother for all the grievances you suffered back then, anytime I want.” Hearing Alister’s cold, heartless words, I could hardly believe it. Tears instantly rolled down my cheeks. Only then did I understand—he didn’t just marry me because of Grandpa’s pressure, but also because of the Morgan family business. He married me to get justice for Carola and her mother for their so-called grievances. My heart felt like someone had stabbed it with a knife! Carola’s mother was a mistress. Years ago, to seduce my father, she deliberately got close to my mother and even became my mom’s best friend. Then she drugged my dad and slept with him, which is how Carola came to be. My parents had always been deeply in love, but because of this incident, they had a cold war for years. The Morgan family never accepted the mother and daughter—aside from providing basic living expenses, they were never allowed through the Morgan family’s doors. Yet the mother and daughter went around flaunting their connection to the Morgan family. Carola’s mother claimed to be my father’s wife, and Carola called herself the second young lady of the Morgan family. Because of them, my parents’ relationship grew worse and worse, and I was often mocked by classmates. I certainly didn’t think she had suffered any grievances. Carola looked at Alister with a touched expression. “I knew you cared about me the most.” Alister patiently massaged her legs, his voice gentle. “Of course I should care about you. You got sick trying to save me back then—if it weren’t for that, your health wouldn’t be so fragile.” Hearing this, I was instantly stunned. I thought to myself, “He’s saying Carola saved him? But the person who saved him back then was…” “Alister, I’ve liked you since we were kids. For you, I’d risk my life,” Carola said to Alister. “I’m just afraid of hurting Daphne’s feelings. Even if she won’t acknowledge me, I still consider her my sister! It’s just… I really envy Daphne. She’s had Grandpa’s and Dad’s love since childhood, plus a complete family. Now she has your love and the status of being your wife.” Alister said, “Caro, just wait a little longer. Once my patent application goes through, I’ll divorce her.”

Carola looked at him, her eyes full of anticipation. “Alister, you have to remember what you promised me.” I frowned, thinking, “What exactly did Alister promise Carola?” Alister looked at her dotingly. “Yes, I remember. The day my patent comes through, I’ll take you to the Morgan family, ask her for a divorce, and then marry you. Once I get the patent, no one in the Morgan family will be able to control me anymore. I’ll give you and your mother a proper explanation in front of everyone in the Morgan family.” Alister reached out and stroked Carola’s hair. “I promised you I wouldn’t let you and your mother live without status like before, suffering grievances for a lifetime.” Carola was deeply moved and hugged Alister. “Alister, you’re so good to me…” ***** I quickly completed the discharge procedures. After leaving the hospital, I first went to a law firm and printed out a divorce agreement. Then I returned to the villa where Alister and I lived after our marriage. This was our shared home after we got married.

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Sharon Foster met the charming pilot Tyler Moore at the airport during Christmas. They had just met when Tyler invited Sharon to take his private jet to a remote island. Something felt off to me, so I advised Sharon to think it over carefully. Seeing Sharon hesitate, Tyler turned and invited Sharon’s female colleague instead. Soon after, Sharon’s colleague posted wedding photos on social media, with Tyler as the groom. Sharon was jealous of her colleague and, when I wasn’t paying attention, plunged a knife into my chest, her face twisted with rage as she screamed: “If you hadn’t stopped me, I would be Tyler’s wife now!” When I opened my eyes again, I had somehow returned to the day I went to pick up Sharon at the airport. Looking at the private jet not far away, Sharon shyly lowered her head and said, “I’ve never been on a private jet before. Do you think I should say yes?” ***** “Anne, do you think I should say yes to him?” Hearing Sharon’s familiar voice, I looked up in shock, frantically pressing my hand to my chest. There was no knife wound there. I had been reborn! In my previous life, I had died at Sharon’s hands. That day, I saw the wedding photos of Sharon’s colleague on social media and wanted to talk to Sharon about it, but she killed me instead. As I lay dying and tried to call for help, Sharon kicked my phone away, twisted the knife handle with hatred, and cursed at me: “Anne, if you hadn’t stopped me, I would be Tyler’s wife now. You ruined my entire life, you have to die!” I begged Sharon to take me to the hospital, but it only made her attack more viciously. That sharp fruit knife stabbed me ten times. Seeing me lost in thought, Sharon pushed me irritably and said, “Anne, why aren’t you saying anything? Don’t tell me you’re jealous that someone’s hitting on me?” Feeling my beating heart, I tried to calm down and said casually, “If you want to go, then go.” Sharon was completely absorbed in the joy of being invited by Tyler and didn’t notice my cold tone. She excitedly grabbed my bag and rummaged through it: “Anne, when I come back from this trip, I’ll be Tyler’s wife! Where’s your powder compact and lipstick? Quick, give them to me!” All I wanted was to get far away from here. I reached out and snatched my bag back, saying, “I didn’t bring those. Since you’re going on a trip with him, I’ll head out first.” Seeing me turn to leave, Tyler quickly stepped in front of me and said, “You two are friends, right? Why don’t you come along?” Looking at Tyler’s sleazy demeanor, I recalled everything I had witnessed after my death in the previous life and couldn’t help but shudder. Back then, my spirit had wandered and drifted all the way to the island they had mentioned. The island not only had armed guards patrolling, but in secluded corners were multiple waist-high metal containers, each one containing a female victim who had been dismembered. Sharon’s colleague, whom she had been so jealous of, was among them. Her face was covered in blood and she had long since lost her life. I trembled slightly and was about to refuse when Sharon stepped in front of me and said, “Captain, no need to invite her. When I wanted to go with you earlier, she held me back and told me to think carefully. She’s too scheming. How can we properly enjoy the island scenery with her around?” Tyler looked me over with malicious eyes and nodded, “I actually think she’s right. Sharon, although I fell for you at first sight, it is rather presumptuous for us to travel alone together on our first meeting. We should bring your friend along.” Hearing Tyler’s words, my heart suddenly lurched. I hadn’t expected Sharon to directly tell Tyler that I had seen through his scheme. Tyler must now be worried that I would remember his face and help the police track him down. He wanted to take us both away and imprison us for torture! I felt scared but tried to stay calm as I backed away, saying, “I won’t go. I still have urgent matters to handle at the company. Hope you two have fun.” After saying this, I immediately tried to run, but Sharon suddenly grabbed my wrist. She glared at me angrily and said mockingly, “He already invited you. Stop acting all high and mighty. Hurry up and get on. You wouldn’t want to keep the captain waiting, would you, you nobody?” Looking at Sharon’s disdainful expression, I said angrily, “I told you I need to go back to work. If you want to go, go by yourself. Don’t drag me into it.” Seeing us at an impasse, Tyler casually put his hand on my shoulder and said, “You’re Anne, right? Sharon has invited you so warmly, it would be rude not to go.” I hadn’t expected this psychopath to actually threaten me. I looked around, wanting to call security, only to realize that in order to accompany Sharon to see the private jet, we had walked to a secluded area. Not only was there no security here, but there were also several menacing-looking thugs lurking around.

Cold sweat broke out on my forehead as I forced a smile and leaned close to Sharon’s ear, whispering, “I’m going to buy you makeup. You’ll be staying overnight on the island, so you’ll definitely need cosmetics, right?” “What if Mr. Moore falls for another woman if you don’t wear makeup?” Sharon grabbed my hand and said, “You should have said so earlier! Go quickly then. I want Chanel lipstick and powder compact—don’t get the wrong shades.” I nodded with relief and turned to run. But Tyler spoke up: “So it’s about makeup. Sharon, I’m so wealthy and have my own private island—how could I possibly not provide you with cosmetics?” “Come on up. If the weather changes, it won’t be good for takeoff.” Sharon nodded repeatedly after hearing this: “Tyler, you’re so thoughtful. Anne, don’t go anymore. Let’s get on the plane quickly.” While we were talking, the thugs hiding around us had slowly closed in. I was so nervous I was about to cry. I thought to myself: “I just got reborn, and am I going to die at their hands again? I absolutely won’t let that happen!” Just as I was caught between a rock and a hard place, a taxi suddenly pulled up in the distance. I ran over desperately and said, “Sharon, my ride is here! You go on your trip—I need to get back to the office to work on a project proposal!” Seeing my panicked state, Sharon sneered, “You’re so useless. With such a great opportunity, all you can think about is work. No wonder you’ll be poor your whole life!” I didn’t want to argue at all and immediately jumped into the taxi, saying, “Drive! To Central Tower in Midtown Manhattan.” The taxi driver had originally wanted to stop and rest, but when a passenger suddenly got in, he didn’t ask many questions and just started the car toward Manhattan. In the rearview mirror, I saw several thugs chase out from their hiding spots, but seeing the car drive away, they could only stop reluctantly. Sharon put on a show of calling out to me a few times, then turned and followed Tyler onto the private jet. Watching the plane rise into the sky, my heartbeat finally returned to normal. I thought to myself: “Sharon, in my past life you blamed me for stopping you from enjoying the good life. This time, go ahead and experience it for yourself!”

As soon as I got back to the office, I slammed my bag down on the desk with a furious expression and complained loudly: “Sharon asked me to pick her up, but then she stood me up! When she gets back, she owes the whole company coffee!” Hearing my complaints, my colleagues gathered around asking what had happened. I angrily shouted: “I’m already swamped with work, but I still made time to pick up Sharon. Then she runs into some pilot and just ditches me to go on a private jet vacation with him! What a waste of my time. Not only did she go herself, but she wanted to drag me along too. She never even considered how busy I am, and when I refused, she had the nerve to call me someone who doesn’t know how to enjoy life. I’m so pissed!” Hearing such an outrageous story, my colleagues excitedly pressed for more details. Just then, Sharon’s boyfriend Kevin Smith pushed through the crowd with a dark expression and approached me, saying: “Anne, don’t you know Sharon has a boyfriend? How could you let her go traveling with some strange man?” Seeing Kevin’s angry demeanor, I actually felt secretly relieved. Kevin had a hot temper, and with Sharon’s instigation, he’d already harbored resentment toward me. If something really happened to Sharon, he might redirect his hatred onto me. That’s exactly why I chose to spill everything as soon as I got back to the office—so he’d know this was Sharon’s own choice. I put on a wronged expression and said: “Why is no one being reasonable here? Sharon got so excited when she saw the pilot and private jet that she couldn’t wait to leave. Picking her up isn’t my obligation. She’s the one who stood me up, yet you’re blaming me! From now on, handle your own problems—I’m done getting involved!” Seeing me cry pitifully, my colleagues started criticizing Kevin. Kevin stood in the crowd, clenching his fists and muttering to himself: “Sharon, how dare you do this to me. When you get back, I’m going to teach you a lesson!” Finally relaxed, I slumped into my chair and said: “I’ve fallen behind on so much work, I’ll have to stay late today.” The day passed without further incident. As soon as I got home, I received a call from Sharon. Watching her name flash continuously on my phone screen, I quickly put it on silent and placed it far away. For the rest of my life, I never want to have anything to do with Sharon again! When I woke up the next day, I found my phone flooded with countless unread messages. Staring at those notifications, I silently gripped my phone. In my previous life, Maggie Dixon, the female colleague who went traveling with Tyler, didn’t have her incident until several days later. I didn’t know whether I should read these messages Sharon had sent me. Based on the timeline, she should still be safe now, probably asking me to help call the police. I finally opened the text messages. [Why aren’t you answering your phone? I should have just had you buy me cosmetics. The stuff here isn’t even name brand.] [Can you bring me some cosmetics? I’ll reimburse you for the travel expenses.] [Never mind, don’t bother. Tyler says he loves how I look without makeup.] [He’s going to propose to me! I’m so touched. I’ve finally found true love!] [We’re getting married the day after tomorrow. Tyler wants you to be my maid of honor. We’ll pick you up tomorrow. Dress up nicely, but don’t look too pretty. Remember to prepare a wedding gift!] Reading this message, I was horrified. Today? In my previous life, Maggie and Tyler had also held a wedding, but that crude ceremony was just a makeshift setup Tyler had thrown together for photos. His purpose was to make everyone think Maggie was happy after marriage, delaying the discovery of the crime. The wedding hadn’t invited anyone at all. But this time… I didn’t bother changing clothes and ran downstairs in my pajamas to catch a cab back to my family home on Long Island. “To Long Island, I’ll pay double the fare!” Halfway there, Sharon called me again. I gripped my phone, my heart racing. After the phone stopped vibrating, I texted my supervisor. [I’ve got the flu and feel terrible. I really need to take two days off.] As soon as I sent the text, I received a message from Sharon. [What’s wrong with you? Are you so jealous you’ve lost your mind? You won’t even answer my calls!] [We’re downstairs at your place. Come down right now. Remember to bring my gift!] [How come no one’s home? Did you go to work this early? Hurry up and take two days off to keep me company!] [Your coworkers all say you have the flu. Are you just trying to avoid giving me a gift? Anne, you have to prepare a wedding gift for me!] After that, she stopped texting, and I finally arrived home. Seeing me in my pajamas, my mom was startled and quickly pulled me inside. Before I could even sit down, I received a call from a coworker. After hesitating, I chose to answer. My colleague’s excited voice immediately came through. “Anne, you really missed out by not coming in today! Sharon and her new boyfriend got into a fight with Kevin downstairs at the office!”

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My sister Megan Johnson and I are twins. I’ve been frail since childhood and was sent to Grandfather’s ranch to learn combat skills, which made me hot-tempered. Megan grew up with our parents, excelled academically, had a gentle personality, and never argued with anyone. In my previous life, she married veteran William Nelson, who’s now an automotive factory executive. Neither of them was good with words, and eventually Megan died young due to misunderstandings between them. I married middle school teacher Vincent Taylor. Vincent found my behavior crude and would rather stay at school than come home. This time we were reborn on our wedding day. Seeing Megan’s worried expression, I asked, “How about we swap grooms?” Megan nodded frantically, “Yes!” ***** The church bells woke me up. I opened my eyes to see a room full of flowers and Megan looking troubled. During our previous wedding, she was shy and sweet, but seeing her like this now, I guessed she’d been reborn too. In her past life, she married automotive executive William and should have been happy. But after marriage, they lived like strangers, and eventually Megan died due to a misunderstanding. After I married Vincent, he found me insufficiently elegant and refused to come home. I ended up dying alone. I grabbed Megan’s hand, “Megan, let’s switch grooms.” Megan nodded, “Okay!” Then she hesitated, “No, William isn’t a good man.” Seeing Megan’s concern, I was touched. Though we’re twins, I was weak as a child and sent to Grandfather James Cooper’s place to learn self-defense. Megan and I didn’t have many chances to meet, but she always saved her allowance to buy me clothes and cared for me. I said, “Sis, I know how to deal with someone like William who’s not good with words.” Megan smiled through her tears. Unlike Megan’s gentle kindness, I’ve been hot-tempered since childhood. I said, “Megan, help me out. You handle Vincent, that bookworm.” Vincent was my husband in my previous life, a middle school teacher. Our personalities were completely incompatible. In the past life, he was gentle with others but found me crude, and we got along terribly. Megan patted my head, “Alright, let’s switch grooms!” By the time the wedding began, we’d already swapped wedding dresses and used veils as head coverings. Though our family was puzzled about why we were wearing veils, they didn’t ask many questions. Amid the blessings, I got into William’s car and went to his apartment. As an executive, even though William was reluctant, his mother Margaret Nelson still threw a grand wedding. William had finally agreed to marry, and she wanted everyone in the community to know about it. Honestly, there was a huge gap between our family and the Nelsons. But everyone knew William was obsessed with his ex-girlfriend Janet White and had refused to marry for many years. Finally, Margaret threatened suicide, and he compromised. So they chose the gentle and intelligent Megan. In her previous life, Megan was unaware of this and only found out when it was too late. Vincent and I had an engagement arranged by James. James insisted on honoring the agreement despite my objections. Eventually, we began our unhappy marriage. Thinking about this, I hit William.

Through my white veil, I could see William’s expression barely changed—he just frowned slightly. Just as Megan had said, he was indeed an unromantic tough guy. “William, congratulations on your wedding. I wish you happiness.” A gentle voice drifted over, and I looked up at the speaker. A blonde girl in a white dress stood there, looking delicate and charming. Her eyes glistened with tears as she smiled at William, putting on a pitiful appearance. No wonder Megan had died of heartbreak in my previous life. Janet clearly knew how to manipulate situations. Speaking to the groom like this at someone else’s wedding was incredibly rude. “Janet, we didn’t invite you!” Margaret’s furious shout echoed throughout the garden. “Margaret, I just came to offer my blessings. If I’m not welcome, I’ll leave right now.” With that, Janet cast another pitiful glance at William. Before he could react, I lifted my veil, stood on my tiptoes, and kissed William on the cheek. “Of course we welcome you,” I said. “It’s our honor that Janet came to bless William and me. Isn’t that right, darling?” I looked at William tenderly. This usually composed man seemed a bit flustered. “Yes, but wait—who are you? Where’s Megan?” While the guests were still whispering about my bold move, William finally stammered out the question. “From today on, you’re my husband,” I said. “I’m very reasonable, but I absolutely despise unfaithful men. If I ever catch you cheating after marriage…” I glanced around, spotted a baseball bat in the chapel, walked over, picked it up, and snapped it in half. “This will be your fate!” I declared. I stared directly into William’s eyes. Whether it was my imagination or not, I thought I saw him smile briefly before his expression returned to calm. Meanwhile, Janet’s face had turned deathly pale as she looked at William pitifully. “The bride is so beautiful,” Janet said. “William is so lucky. But isn’t it inappropriate for them to marry so hastily?” She put on a sad yet understanding expression. “Abigail, I support you,” Margaret said, stepping in front of me and looking at Janet with disdain. Since Margaret was backing me up, I could be even bolder. “Janet, thank you,” I said. “But this is our wedding, and it has nothing to do with you. If you care so much about William, then you should marry him yourself. Your behavior is completely out of line.” With that, I linked arms with Margaret, preparing to leave. I wanted to see whether William would go comfort his ex-girlfriend or choose to leave with me. If he really was that clueless, I’d divorce him on the spot.

Outside, the spaghetti dinner was in full swing. I sat in the bedroom eating the meal Margaret had prepared, taking in my surroundings. The Nelson family was clearly well-off. If it weren’t for Janet’s presence, William probably would have married long ago. Just as I was getting drowsy, William pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing his hesitant expression, I cut straight to the point: “I heard you have a former girlfriend you’re deeply in love with. I didn’t want Megan to suffer, so I came in her place.” “You’ve misunderstood my relationship with Janet. I do help her often, but there’s a reason for that. I don’t love her—don’t worry.” Under the dim lamplight, William explained earnestly. Honestly, I didn’t care whether he loved someone else. I had to get married eventually anyway. If William was a good man, that would be my good fortune. If he wasn’t, I could still make it on my own. But since he’d said as much, I decided to take him at his word for now. With that thought, I moved closer to William, rising on my tiptoes to whisper in his ear: “Mr. Nelson, would you like to develop a romantic relationship with me?” My fingers traced slowly down from his cheek, gently brushing over his Adam’s apple as I felt his breathing suddenly quicken. William froze, but his body temperature kept rising. I laughed softly and said, “Tonight is our wedding night. Don’t you plan to do something about it?” William stared at me with burning eyes. Suddenly, he swept me up and tossed me onto the bed. “I’m sorry. I won’t let this kind of thing happen again.” William’s voice was husky as he gazed at me with excitement. Unable to resist the atmosphere, I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck and gently kissed his Adam’s apple. I said, “I hope you can keep that promise…” In the flickering candlelight, I looked at William with some shyness. William truly lived up to his Marine background—his physical condition was impressive. William trembled as he carefully unbuttoned my clothes. As his breathing drew closer, I closed my eyes. The shrill ring of the telephone suddenly pierced the air, and William’s movements stopped. “It might be something from the company. Give me a moment, darling.” With that, he answered the persistently ringing phone. The old phone had poor sound isolation, and I could clearly hear Janet’s sobbing voice on the other end. She said, “William, I can’t breathe. Could you take me to the hospital? My parents aren’t home…” I frowned and sat up, buttoning my clothes while watching William’s conflicted expression. I said, “Tonight is our wedding night, and you’re going to abandon me to see another woman?”

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When my biological father Jaxon Thomson and mother Rosie Thomson brought me home, I only had a backpack and my therapy dog with me. Just because their adopted daughter Sophie Thomson said she wanted to eat dog meat barbecue on Christmas, they actually killed my dog. I flipped the table and smashed the Thomson mansion into chaos. Rosie said disappointedly, “Don’t you know Sophie suffers from depression? She was finally happy for once, and you ruined it all over a dog.” Jaxon looked at me coldly: “You’re just mentally ill. I really regret bringing you back.” Sophie’s eyes were red-rimmed as she pushed the barbecue in front of me: “Dad, Mom, don’t blame Olivia. Olivia, since you love this dog, I’ll give it back to you.” I let out a cold laugh. What they didn’t know was that Sophie’s depression was fake, but my mental illness was real. ***** Rolly was missing. That Labrador who would always run out to nuzzle me the moment he heard my voice seemed not to have heard my calls today. I clenched my fists. Rolly was my lifetime therapy dog, and the only method the psychiatric hospital had found to control my behavior. Without Rolly, I would become like I was in the psychiatric hospital again. Just thinking about how all the doctors, nurses, and patients in the psychiatric hospital would scream in panic when they saw me having an episode made me shudder. No! I couldn’t lose Rolly! I didn’t want to be treated like a monster again! I wanted to be normal! I searched tirelessly throughout the Thomson mansion. Although I had lived here for six months, I still felt like a stranger. He was nowhere to be found in the bedrooms, storage rooms, or backyard. I slammed the last door shut hard, realizing I was losing control of my strength. I pinched my arm, barely regaining my composure, and opened the monitoring app on my phone with trembling hands. After leaving the psychiatric hospital, I had installed monitoring equipment on Rolly’s collar in case I couldn’t find him. But the live feed showed only pitch black, and the history could only be viewed after finding the memory card. The ominous feeling in my heart grew stronger, and I began uncontrollably biting my nails. Just as I was about to go out and post missing dog flyers, Sophie walked in. She was dressed very sweetly, with a cute smile on her face. But when she looked at me, her eyes were malicious. I was used to her looks, so I walked toward the door without hesitation. But Sophie called out to me: “Olivia, where are you going? Today is Christmas. Dad, Mom, and I are planning to barbecue. The ingredients are very special this time. Come eat with us.” I responded coldly: “No, I don’t celebrate Christmas.” “There’s a feast today. If you miss it, you’ll regret it.” Sophie’s tone was meaningful. I froze, feeling inexplicably uneasy. But the urgency of finding Rolly weighed on my mind, so I quickly left. When I finished posting the missing dog flyers and returned to the Thomson mansion, the lights had just come on inside, and steam had condensed into water droplets on the glass windows. Jaxon, Rosie, and Sophie were sitting around the dining table, chatting happily. Seeing me, Sophie waved and said with a smile: “Olivia, come eat the barbecue. It smells so good.” Rosie looked at me reproachfully: “We haven’t seen you all afternoon. Sophie specially saved you a big portion.” I frowned, about to refuse, when Sophie picked up a plate: “We’ve been busy all afternoon. This dog meat is particularly fragrant. Olivia, won’t you really try some?” Dog meat? I froze in place, suspecting I was having auditory hallucinations again. I mechanically turned my head to look at the dining table, then at Sophie’s face. A nightmarish suspicion formed in my mind. I tried to find flaws in Sophie’s expression: “Where’s my Rolly?” Sophie blinked innocently: “You mean that dog? It’s right here.” I stared intently at that plate of barbecue, feeling dizzy. “I wanted to eat dog meat barbecue this morning, so Dad and Mom helped me process the dog. There’s still lots of meat left in the fridge. We can continue eating dog meat pizza tomorrow.” Sophie kept talking, like an evil spirit whispering in my ear. I suddenly raised my hand and knocked the plate from her hands, ignoring the shocked cries behind me, then rushed to the kitchen. In the freezer, the only place I hadn’t searched, there were large chunks of blood-red meat, bones and flesh covered with a layer of white frost. There was even a tuft of unplucked dog hair on top, the color of Rolly’s fur. I suddenly bent over and began vomiting violently.

The commotion in the living room still hadn’t stopped. Ever since I pushed her to the ground, Sophie had been crying nonstop. She threw herself into Rosie’s arms, sobbing as she said, “This is all my fault. I stole Olivia’s life, so she has every right to hate me.” Rosie immediately looked at her disapprovingly. “You and she are both my children. In my heart, you are my biological daughter. I won’t allow you to put yourself down like this anymore.” Jaxon also gently stroked her hair, his expression full of concern. Sophie lifted her head from Rosie’s shoulder and met my gaze. Then she smiled, not a trace of sadness on her face. Seeing her provocative look, I walked over and flipped the dining table. Scalding soup and food scattered across the floor, inevitably splashing onto them. Jaxon frowned. “Olivia, what are you doing? Even if you’re upset, there’s no need to act so uncouth.” Rosie quickly pulled Sophie back. Ignoring the stains on her own arm, she hurried to wipe Sophie’s dress clean. I stood in the midst of the chaos, staring intently at Sophie. “You killed my dog and ate it, didn’t you?” Sophie shrank fearfully into Rosie’s embrace, successfully gaining protection. “Olivia, I just wanted to eat dog meat. Since there happened to be a dog at home, Dad made it into food for me.” Her eyes were red-rimmed, her voice firm yet pitiful. “Dad only did this for my sake. If you want to blame someone, blame me. Please don’t be angry with Dad.” Jaxon raised his hand to stop her, looking at me seriously. “Olivia, I haven’t wronged you, and I’ve fulfilled my responsibilities as a father. What exactly are you dissatisfied with about this family?” I kicked over the floor lamp and threw the remaining two chairs across the room. “Rolly wasn’t just any ordinary dog, and certainly not your food.” Jaxon continued, “It was just a dog.” Suddenly, the couch made a harsh scraping sound as it moved. Within five minutes, the room was in complete chaos, and everyone stood frozen. Rosie said disappointedly, “Don’t you know Sophie has depression? She was finally happy for once, but you ruined it all over a dog.” Jaxon looked at me coldly. “You’re mentally ill. I really regret bringing you back. I should have left you to die out there.” Sophie, eyes red with tears, pushed the only remaining plate of meat toward me. “Dad, Mom, don’t blame Olivia. Olivia, since you loved this dog so much, I’ll give it back to you.” I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. What they didn’t know was that Sophie’s depression was fake, while my mental illness was real. I let out a soft snort and flexed my wrist. Sophie cried out to me again, “Olivia…” Suddenly, a crisp slap cut off her words. A clear handprint quickly appeared on Sophie’s face, and her crying turned into screaming. Amid the screaming, Rosie suddenly became stern, no longer able to maintain her elegant, gentle expression. Almost simultaneously, she slapped me too. “I didn’t bring you back so you could bully Sophie. She developed depression because of your return, but I still kept you here. Why can’t you just be considerate of her?” I smiled sarcastically. The beloved Sophie suddenly learning she wasn’t biological and developing depression from fear of abandonment—only these two idiots would believe such a script. While I was swallowing pill after pill for bipolar disorder, they were worried about whether Sophie had taken the vitamin C from her antidepressant bottle. Unfortunately, as long as they believed it, Sophie felt it was enough. Standing behind Jaxon and Rosie, she silently mouthed to me, “I won.”

Indeed, whenever Sophie shed even a single tear, Jaxon and Rosie would feel heartbroken, let alone when I had slapped her. But I didn’t stop. I stared straight at her. “Sophie, apologize to Rolly.” Sophie’s eyes widened as tears quickly welled up. “Olivia, you can hate me, but you can’t humiliate me.” Rosie’s face turned ugly. “Olivia, we’ve been tolerant enough with you. Look what you’ve done to this house! Don’t push it too far.” Jaxon also glared at me angrily. “Sophie got hurt because of you. You should be the one apologizing to her.” I said nothing and silently picked up a stick that had fallen from somewhere, then started smashing things. Dinnerware worth a hundred thousand dollars, vases worth millions, and famous paintings worth tens of millions—I destroyed them all. Jaxon shouted angrily to stop me, but I forced him back several steps with the stick. He roared, “You’ve gone too far! I shouldn’t have brought you back. You’re just a lunatic!” I sneered. “You’re right. I am a lunatic, so don’t overestimate a lunatic’s self-control.” Rosie clutched her chest, trembling with rage. “How could I have a daughter like you? All those years outside have turned you into a complete mess.” I thought to myself: “A mess? But I’ve been trying so hard to be disciplined, to learn how to be normal. It’s you who pushed me to lose control.” Sophie’s tears kept flowing endlessly, as if they would never stop. Her complexion grew paler, and her body trembled slightly. Rosie immediately rushed over, asking nervously, “Baby, what’s wrong? You’re not having another episode, are you?” Jaxon also walked over, watching Sophie intently. Sophie took several deep breaths, then managed a weak smile. “Dad, Mom, please don’t be angry. This is all my fault. I made Olivia unhappy. I should apologize to Olivia.” She stood up and walked over to me, her face showing careful, pleasing submission. “Olivia, whatever punishment you want to give me, I can accept it. Please forgive me. Don’t make things difficult for Dad and Mom.” The next second, she walked up to me and lowered her voice: “Did you see that? They’ll only take my side. They’re my parents alone. Even though you’re their biological daughter, you can’t compare to me.” I looked coldly at her smug expression, then grabbed a dinner knife from the table and stabbed it hard into the back of her hand. “Ah!” A scream rang out as bright red blood spurted from the wound. Sophie instantly collapsed to the floor. At the same time, Rosie’s shriek also erupted. She rushed over like a madwoman and pushed me to the ground. I tried to dodge, but the drug withdrawal symptoms kicked in again, making me feel nauseous and suffocated. Then my forehead hit the ground, opening a bloody gash. The ambulance arrived quickly, taking Sophie away while also picking me up. At the hospital, Sophie was rushed into the emergency room. I sat alone in the hallway. An ER nurse noticed me and bandaged my wound. When Sophie came out, Jaxon and Rosie, who had been anxiously waiting, immediately rushed over to check on her. This time, Sophie didn’t need to fake being weak because her face was genuinely pale from blood loss. She said, “Dad, Mom, I shouldn’t stay in this house. I never thought Olivia hated me enough to want to kill me. She’s your real daughter. Take Olivia back home. I don’t deserve to stay in the family anymore.” Hearing Sophie’s words, Rosie was so heartbroken she felt like her heart would shatter. She hugged Sophie, crying, “What are you talking about? You’re my daughter. No matter who I abandon, I won’t abandon you. Olivia is just a lunatic. She’s the one who should leave.” Jaxon also said angrily, “I won’t let her get away with this. We have to call the police and have her committed to a mental hospital.” The police arrived quickly. After understanding the situation, they all gave me strange looks and called for a psychiatrist to examine me. While waiting for the psychiatrist to arrive, Jaxon coldly declared, “Olivia, you’ve exhausted all my patience. From now on, you can reflect on your actions in the mental hospital.” I leaned against the wall, ignoring Sophie’s gaze, and gave Jaxon a defiant smile. Soon after, Dr. George Black from the psychiatric hospital arrived. Jaxon pointed at me, his face dark. “This is a mental patient. Take her to your hospital.” George made eye contact with me, and I realized he was someone I knew. “How is it you again?” George’s expression became serious. He instinctively stepped back and bumped into the door frame, nearly falling. He said, “I just released her two years ago. I can accept any mental patient, except Olivia.”

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My husband Rhys Rowe insisted on having his childhood friend, intern Edith Mack, serve as his assistant surgeon during a heart transplant operation. When I pointed out that Edith shouldn’t be wearing nail polish during surgery, Rhys actually left the operating room mid-procedure to comfort her. I begged him to come back and continue the surgery, but he said, “Edith is upset. Can’t you stop being unreasonable? Let’s pause the surgery for a bit. How could this trivial matter be more important than Edith?” The patient was left on the operating table for 40 minutes and died from excessive blood loss. We later learned that the patient was the city’s mayor. Rhys and Edith actually blamed me for this medical malpractice incident. They claimed, “If you hadn’t driven us out of the operating room, how would the mayor have died from blood loss? This is all your fault!” In the end, I couldn’t defend myself and was sentenced to life imprisonment, suffering torture in prison until I died. Meanwhile, Rhys and Edith got married. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the mayor was having surgery at our hospital. “Maxine Guerra, Rhys is the attending physician. He said I could wear nail polish during surgery. What right does an assistant doctor like you have to boss me around?” Hearing the familiar voice beside me, I instinctively opened my eyes and saw Edith standing there with an arrogant expression. I looked around. The operating room was in the middle of a heart transplant surgery. To ensure a sterile environment, everyone was fully suited up. Everyone except Edith, who not only had her nails done but wasn’t even wearing a mask. At that moment, I was certain I had been reborn—reborn on the day of the mayor’s surgery. In my previous life, when Rhys was performing the heart transplant, he insisted on having his childhood friend, intern Edith, as his assistant surgeon. Edith grabbed the wrong surgical instruments, didn’t follow basic operating room protocols, and nearly let her nail polish fall into the patient’s body. I couldn’t help but criticize her for wearing nail polish during surgery. She thought I was deliberately targeting her and stormed out in anger. Rhys actually abandoned the patient and ran out of the operating room to comfort her. I begged him to come back and continue the surgery, but he said, “Edith is heartbroken. Stop being unreasonable. Let’s pause the surgery for now. How could this trivial matter be more important than Edith?” The patient was left on the operating table for 40 minutes and died from excessive blood loss. When we learned afterward that the patient was the mayor, Rhys and Edith actually blamed me for the medical malpractice. They said, “If you hadn’t gone crazy in the operating room and driven us out, how would the mayor have died from blood loss! This is all your doing!” I couldn’t defend myself and was sentenced to life imprisonment, suffering endless torture in prison until I died. Meanwhile, Rhys and Edith got married and became the youngest chief and deputy chief in the hospital’s history. I had just snapped back from my memories when I saw Rhys frowning and scolding me, “Maxine, this is an operating table, not a place for you to throw tantrums. I approved her wearing nail polish. Apologize to Edith.” Looking at Edith’s smug expression, I suppressed my anger. “Why should I? The operating room clearly prohibits nail polish. I’m not wrong.” Edith’s face darkened. “Maxine, you’re deliberately targeting me, aren’t you? Fine, I’m leaving.” She threw the scalpel onto the operating table, and one of them nearly cut the patient’s aorta. Panicked and furious, I had just picked up the scalpel when I saw Rhys about to chase after Edith. I said sternly, “Rhys, the patient’s chest cavity is already open. We must complete the heart transplant immediately, or he’ll be in mortal danger. You’re a doctor—are you going to watch a patient die?” He looked toward where Edith had left, then at the patient on the operating table, and reluctantly picked up the scalpel again. I had just breathed a sigh of relief when Rhys’s phone rang. It was Edith calling.

Rhys put the call on speaker, and Edith’s angry voice came through: “If you don’t come comfort me right now, I’m really going to be mad.” Rhys patiently tried to calm her down: “Edith, I’ll come see you as soon as I finish this surgery.” Edith snorted: “If you’re not here in five minutes, I’m going to get an abortion and make sure you never become a father.” Hearing the news of Edith’s pregnancy, I felt shocked and heartbroken. In my past life, I had always thought Rhys only got together with Edith after I went to prison. Turns out they’d been together all along, and even had a child on the way. Before I could recover from the shock of Edith’s pregnancy, I saw Rhys rushing toward the operating room exit. I quickly grabbed his arm: “Rhys, you can’t leave. The patient’s surgery can’t be delayed.” Rhys glared at me angrily: “Didn’t you hear Edith say she’s going to get an abortion? If I don’t go now, it’ll be too late.” I frowned: “What about the patient?” Rhys waved dismissively: “I’ll be back as soon as possible. Just a few minutes – it won’t delay anything.” I stared at Rhys in disbelief. Heart transplant surgery was already a race against time – every minute of delay put the patient in greater danger. In my past life, the patient had died precisely because too much time was wasted. With this thought, I gripped Rhys tightly, not letting him leave. Rhys was both anxious and furious: “Maxine, are you deliberately blocking me because you want Edith to get an abortion?” Just as I was about to explain, Rhys shoved me hard. I lost my balance and fell to the ground, my back hitting the operating table heavily. I couldn’t help but groan. Rhys didn’t even look at me before turning and striding away. The other people in the operating room quickly helped me up. “Dr. Guerra, are you okay? Dr. Rowe went too far. It’s one thing to defend Edith all the time, but now he’s actually laying hands on you because of her.” “Exactly. I always thought there was something going on between them, but I never imagined they already had a child together.” I waved my hand: “Now’s not the time to discuss this. I need to go find Rhys and bring him back.” More important than Rhys’s betrayal was the patient’s surgery. This time, I absolutely couldn’t let the tragedy from my past life repeat itself. I had just chased him to the operating room entrance when the patient’s family surrounded me. “Doctor, how is the patient? Was the surgery successful?” I immediately recognized them as the mayor’s family. Just as I was about to answer, I saw Mayor Christmas’s mother pleading with me: “Doctor, please, you must save my son.” The mayor’s wife, seven months pregnant, was also crying: “Doctor, everyone says only your hospital can perform this surgery on my husband. Please, you must save him.” I solemnly assured them: “Don’t worry, I will definitely save him.” Unable to find Rhys, I could only return to the operating room. Everyone immediately gathered around, looking behind me: “Dr. Guerra, where’s Dr. Rowe?” I shook my head: “I couldn’t catch up to him.” The anesthesiologist said anxiously: “The patient is under general anesthesia right now with his chest cavity open. If we don’t operate soon, when the anesthesia wears off, the pain will kill him. Dr. Rowe is the only one in the entire city who can perform this surgery. Even if we called for outside help now, it would be too late.” I took a deep breath: “I’ll perform the surgery. Rhys and I were classmates – anything he can do, I can do too.” Everyone present rejected the idea without hesitation. “Dr. Guerra, you’re currently just an assistant physician. Hospital regulations don’t allow you to be the lead surgeon.” “Why don’t you call Dr. Rowe and ask him to come back as soon as possible?” Seeing their firm stance, I ultimately couldn’t bring myself to tell them the truth that Rhys wouldn’t be coming back, and could only call him.

As soon as the call connected, I asked urgently, “Where are you? Come back quickly, we’re still waiting for you to perform the surgery.” Rhys replied angrily, “Edith is upset. Can you stop being unreasonable? The surgery is postponed until Edith feels better, then I’ll come back.” With that, he hung up. Everyone present exchanged bewildered glances. The anesthesiologist couldn’t help but angrily rebuke, “For such an important surgery, the patient will be dead by the time he returns! Dr. Guerra, call him again. We must get him here immediately. If something happens to the patient, we’ll all be held responsible.” I had no choice but to call Rhys again: “The patient is dying. You need to get back here now.” Rhys said impatiently, “Heart transplant surgery is inherently high-risk. If he dies, it’s just bad luck.” I never expected Rhys to say something so irresponsible. I questioned him, “If something happens to the patient and the family comes to the hospital to cause trouble, can you handle the responsibility when the hospital investigates?” Rhys sneered, “He’s just a powerless patient. If they dare cause trouble, just say they’re only after money. Stop calling me. Edith wants strawberries, and I need to go buy them for her now.” Looking at the disconnected phone, everyone was furious. “He left in the middle of surgery to buy strawberries for Edith. He doesn’t deserve to be a doctor!” Just then, the anesthesiologist suddenly exclaimed, “The patient’s blood pressure is dropping rapidly. If we don’t operate now, he’ll die!” I stepped forward: “I’ll do it.” Seeing their hesitation, I said firmly, “Besides me, no one else can perform this surgery right now. Are you going to just watch him die?” The anesthesiologist hesitated, “But this goes against protocol. Even if you save him, you’ll have to bear all the consequences of this surgery.” I said calmly, “Whatever the consequences afterward, I’ll take full responsibility. There’s no time now. I hope you’ll cooperate with me.” The other medical staff looked at each other and made up their minds. I walked to the operating table, picked up the scalpel, first removed the patient’s heart from his chest cavity, then transplanted the prepared heart. After suturing the blood vessels one by one, I stared intently at the cardiac monitor displaying a flat line. Time passed minute by minute, and suddenly the flat line on the monitor began to fluctuate. After the heartbeat stabilized, everyone cried out in joy, “Dr. Guerra, there’s a heartbeat! The surgery was successful!” I didn’t speak, focusing on suturing the patient’s chest cavity. After the surgery was completely finished, I collapsed weakly to the ground. Only then did I realize my back was already soaked with sweat. An hour later, the patient woke up. That’s when everyone learned he was Mayor Cesar Hodges. In the hospital room, I was conducting Cesar’s post-operative examination. After confirming that the heart transplant surgery had been extremely successful, I finally let out a long sigh of relief. Cesar smiled at me: “I heard you performed my surgery. Thank you. But I remember my attending physician was Dr. Rowe. Why isn’t he here? Did something happen?” Just as I was about to answer, Rhys’s call came through. Cesar glanced at the caller ID: “It’s Dr. Rowe calling. Go ahead and take it here.” I pressed the speakerphone button, and Rhys’s voice came through: “Where are you right now? Come to Edith’s place immediately.” “I’m doing a post-operative check on a patient. The heart transplant surgery was very successful,” I replied. Rhys paused for a few seconds: “You performed the surgery? He’s really lucky. His chest was opened and he lay on the operating table for forty minutes, and he’s still alive. What a shame—I was hoping to use his corpse for research.” I caught sight of Cesar’s furious expression and reminded him: “Rhys, watch your language. We’re doctors. Treating patients is our duty.” Rhys said dismissively: “What’s worth saving about these ordinary people? They have no power, no influence. Living is just a waste of social resources. The only value these people have while alive is letting us practice and improve our medical skills.” Hearing such arrogant words, I couldn’t help but gasp, and Cesar’s face turned extremely dark. Rhys, unaware of this, continued: “You upset Edith earlier and made her stomach hurt. Come apologize to her within half an hour. Oh, and Edith wants to eat food you’ve cooked, so pick up groceries on your way.” Listening to Rhys ordering me around, I said coldly: “The patient just had surgery. I need to stay here for observation in case of complications.” Rhys didn’t expect me to refuse and said angrily: “No matter how dangerous his condition is, could it be more important than Edith not getting her meal? The surgery’s done anyway. Even if he really dies, that’s just his fate. Don’t make me say it twice—come here now!” Looking at the disconnected call, I felt deeply disappointed. I never imagined that in Rhys’s eyes, ordinary people’s lives were worth absolutely nothing. Cesar was equally furious and said angrily: “For the sake of his mistress, he abandons a patient on the operating table. Rhys is a disgrace to the medical profession!” Due to his excessive agitation, Cesar couldn’t help but start coughing. I quickly patted his back gently to help him: “Mr. Hodges, you just had heart transplant surgery. You absolutely cannot get angry.” Cesar calmed down: “You’re right. This kind of person isn’t worth my anger. Since Rhys thinks being a doctor makes him superior and doesn’t value ordinary people’s lives, then I’ll make sure he can’t be a doctor anymore.” He looked at his assistant: “Starting today, revoke Rhys’s medical license and ban him from reapplying for life.”

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After selling engagement gifts worth $88.88 million, I went to the police station to turn myself in, claiming I had committed marriage fraud. Nadia Person, my family’s maid’s daughter, panicked. The Person family and the Glover family had arranged a marriage alliance. However, on the wedding day of May 5th, I, the bride, was locked in a dark room. When I finally managed to reach the wedding venue, my family’s maid’s daughter had already completed the ceremony using my identity. I claimed to be the real daughter of the Person family, but was questioned by all the company employees, simply because Nadia had been working at the company under my identity for half a year. Nadia kicked me to the ground. “What are you doing here, you maid’s daughter?” Before I could present any evidence, I was thrown onto the street by Nadia’s bodyguards. A speeding car rushed past, killing me instantly. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day before the wedding. ***** Nadia posted a message in the group chat: [Tomorrow is my wedding, everyone must attend! No need to bring gifts, I just want everyone to witness this moment.] Seeing her message, I was stunned. I never expected to be reborn the day before Nadia stole my identity to marry into wealth. [So the rumors about the marriage alliance between Person Corporation and Glover Corporation are true!] [It’s such an honor to witness a wealthy family’s wedding. Miss Nadia Person and Mr. Glover must be perfect for each other!] In the company group chat, everyone sent their congratulations. Perhaps realizing I had just joined the chat yesterday, Nadia quickly added: [It’s not a business marriage, we grew up together.] Everyone became even more excited. Someone replied: [So envious! Rich people’s love really is sweeter than we imagined!] I gripped my phone tightly, sweat forming in my palms. Just as I was about to ask in the group chat who she was marrying tomorrow, there was a knock at my door. Nadia walked in, looking apologetic. “Marlee, I’m also getting married tomorrow, so I’m sorry I can’t attend your wedding. Can I hold my rehearsal dinner at this villa tonight?” In my previous life, Nadia had said the exact same words. Nadia had lived in my house with her mother since childhood and had no home of her own. We grew up together, and I always treated her like a real sister. I not only let her wear my clothes but also arranged for her to work at Person Corporation. Therefore, when she said she would be getting married on the same day as me, I not only didn’t suspect anything but looked at her with envy, blessing her marriage to the man she loved. I not only agreed to let her hold her rehearsal dinner here but also took out a pair of pearl earrings from the wedding gifts my mother had prepared for me and gave them to her. But I never expected that Nadia wasn’t satisfied with that. Taking advantage of my CEO brother Paul Person’s business trip, she stole my identity to marry into wealth. Because I wasn’t satisfied with this arranged marriage, the wedding between the Person family and Glover family was kept low-key. I hadn’t notified any relatives to attend, and Nadia used this opportunity to execute her plan. When I arrived at the wedding venue, they had already completed the ceremony. I desperately tried to prove that I was the real daughter of the Person family, but unexpectedly, all the company employees only recognized Nadia as the Person family’s daughter. Nadia tearfully questioned me: “Marlee, even though you’re a maid’s daughter, I’ve always treated you like a real sister. Why are you trying to ruin my wedding? Hasn’t the Person family been good to you?” The security guards dragged me out and threw me onto the street. I picked up my phone to call my brother Paul, but was instantly killed by a speeding car. In this life, I won’t make the same mistake again. I clenched my fists, my fingernails digging into my flesh. Meeting Nadia’s gaze, I said, “Absolutely not.” Nadia seemed surprised by my refusal, and her expression immediately darkened. “Marlee, did you see the messages in the group chat and misunderstand something? I already explained that I’m marrying my childhood sweetheart.” The maid rolled her eyes at me: “She didn’t misunderstand anything. She’s just jealous that you’re prettier and afraid of being overshadowed!” She scolded me: “Marlee, it’s a good thing that you’re both getting married on the same day. Don’t be so petty. You’ll both be wearing beautiful wedding dresses, and Nadia won’t steal your spotlight.”

I feigned surprise and said, “Oh really! I’m having my wedding tomorrow too, and I’m throwing my bachelorette party tonight. If you guys head out now to find a hotel and set things up, you should still have time.” Nadia panicked: “Marlee, we grew up together. Do you really have to ruin my wedding?” All the other servants sided with Nadia. “Nadia has always been so good to you since we were kids. She and her mother have worked for the Person family for twenty years just to take care of you. How can you be so heartless?” “Exactly! For something as important as a wedding, not only do you refuse to help, but you’re causing trouble. You’re so ungrateful.” “She’s just afraid that Nadia will have a better life than her!” Someone even comforted Nadia: “We don’t need to discuss this with her. We’ll set up a beautiful banquet for you later that’ll be a hundred times better than hers!” Nadia was moved to tears, sobbing softly. I sneered inwardly, casting a cold glance over these servants. I’d been way too nice before, letting them forget who the real master of this house was. I grabbed a glass and threw it on the floor. Instantly, all the servants’ wary eyes turned to me. “What are you doing? Do you know how hard that is to clean up?” “You’re so inconsiderate, nothing like Nadia. If it weren’t for your good family background, no man would ever want you.” I walked over and slapped the person who spoke, angrily scolding: “You know I have a good family background, you know this is the Person house? Let me tell you something—your paychecks come from my brother. If you don’t want to work here, get out right now!” But I never expected that instead of being scared, they actually laughed. “You’re always so arrogant. Do you really think you’re something special?” “We’re not leaving. Let’s see what you can do about it!” “We’re going to attend Nadia’s wedding in style!” “Is there a single person in this entire mansion who listens to you?” “Once Nadia gets married, we’ll all go work for her, leaving you alone in this mansion where ghosts will haunt you every night and scare you to death, you bitch!” Now I finally understood why they were so bold. They’d decided to leave the Person family and follow Nadia. It all made sense. In my previous life, without these servants helping Nadia, she wouldn’t have been able to smoothly take my place and marry into the Glover family. I gritted my teeth, glaring at them. Nadia’s mother shot me a vicious look: “What are you staring at? We’ve been polite enough to you. Just wait to be despised by the Glover family!” “Mom, don’t bother with her anymore. Tomorrow’s wedding is what matters.” Nadia looked at me apologetically: “Marlee, I didn’t want things to turn out this way either, but you were so petty today. I’m really disappointed.” “Nadia, forget about this waste of space. I’ll prepare your wedding right now.” The group surrounded Nadia as they walked inside. Nadia turned back to give me a provocative look. I clenched my fists tightly. Even if I called Paul now, it would be too late. His trusted associates had all gone abroad with him, and the people at the company would definitely listen to Nadia. Just then, my phone buzzed. I saw a notification for $88.88 million being deposited into my account. This was the money from selling the engagement gifts the Glover family had given me. Immediately, an idea struck me. I turned around, left the house, and went to the mall, where I purchased a property and bought a car. After making sure I’d spent all $88.88 million, I went to the police station. The officer looked at me with confusion: “Say that again—what are you here for?” “I committed marriage fraud. I’m here to turn myself in.”

The officer frowned and asked, “If you don’t want to get married, why not cancel the wedding?” I replied, “My wedding is tomorrow. I’ve already sold all the engagement gifts, but I don’t want to get married.” “How much were those engagement gifts worth in total? You should negotiate with them and return the money.” I said, “$88.88 million.” The officer fell silent. After all, that was a huge sum of money. The officer insisted I negotiate with my fiancé’s family. I’d already heard that my arranged marriage partner had a bad temper. I trembled as I took the phone from the officer. Surprisingly, my fiancé wasn’t angry. Though that made sense—this was a political marriage, and we’d never even met each other. Besides, this wedding hadn’t been heavily publicized, so it wouldn’t have much impact on the Glover Group. “Are you sure you won’t marry me?” my fiancé asked. I responded quietly, “Yes.” “Then let’s cancel the wedding.” Through police mediation, I had to return the $88.88 million to the Glover Group’s account by noon tomorrow, or the Glover Group would sue me. Hearing the man’s response, I nodded happily. But that night, instead of raising money, I spent the entire evening partying at bars. The next day when I returned home, I found the entire villa bustling with activity, people coming and going in the courtyard. Not only were all the Person Group employees there, but even Nadia’s and my former classmates had come. They surrounded Nadia, showering her with praise. “Nadia, you’re getting more beautiful by the day, and you’re doing better than all of us.” “Yeah, Nadia, you’ll have to help us out more in the future.” The employees were also talking. “Rumor has it the Glover Group’s CEO isn’t interested in women, but Miss Nadia Person won him over so easily.” “We’ll really have to rely on Miss Nadia Person from now on.” I smiled coldly. Not only would she not marry into the Glover family, but she’d also have to return $88.88 million to them. They were flattering Nadia when suddenly someone spotted me at the entrance. “Marlee, your dark circles are so bad. Where did you go partying last night?” “Today is Nadia’s wedding. Even if you’re the maid’s daughter, you can’t wear such cheap clothes.” I looked at Nadia. She met my gaze and said, “Marlee, you don’t really think you’re a daughter of the Person family, do you? Today is my wedding, yet you’re here causing trouble. If you ruin the wedding, can you handle the consequences?” “What do you mean I think I’m a daughter of the Person family? This is my home to begin with.” As soon as I finished speaking, they all burst into laughter. Nadia’s lackey mocked me: “Marlee, you’re so shameless. Your mom works as a maid here, which is why you get to live in the villa. Nadia is kind and always gets you a share of everything good, but you actually think you’re something special. We’ve all known Nadia for so many years, and we all know she’s Mr. Person’s only sister.” The Person Group employees also said they’d never seen me at the company. Nadia’s lackey said, “Nadia arranged for many of her old classmates to work at Person Group. Turns out you didn’t get a position, so you’re here causing trouble.” I sneered, “Yeah, you’re so capable. Nadia only got you a position with a monthly salary of three thousand dollars.” Nadia’s lackey was enraged and slapped me. My face immediately swelled up red. I glared at her through gritted teeth: “I’m warning you, I’m getting married today. You hit me, and the Glover family will never let you get away with it!” “Still dreaming? Did you drink too much last night and haven’t sobered up yet?” “Should we give you a cold shower to wake you up?” They brought over a basin of cold water. I tried to dodge, but two people grabbed my arms. The cold water poured down from above my head, the icy water making my whole body shiver. But before I could recover, another slap landed on my face. Nadia stepped forward and grabbed my chin: “Are you awake now? If not, should we use some props? Knives, whips, fire tongs—which do you prefer?” Her lackey handed her a fruit knife. Nadia slapped my face with the fruit knife. “Marlee, we grew up together, and I was going to let you off the hook, but you just had to cause trouble on my wedding day. The Glover family wants me, not a worthless piece of trash like you!” Nadia’s lackey kicked me in the knee, and my legs gave out as I collapsed to the ground. Nadia stepped on my face. “Marlee, you’re nothing but my servant. Apologize to me now, and I might still forgive you.” Blood trickled from the corner of my mouth as I sneered at her. “Never. Nadia, as long as I don’t agree, the Glover family won’t take you to the wedding!” “Still talking big? When the Glover family’s car arrives, I’ll tear your face apart!” I laughed coldly. “You’re still dreaming? You think you can boss around the Glover family?” They didn’t believe me and continued beating me with punches and kicks. I was beaten until my whole body ached, curled up on the ground. They kept at it until they were tired, but the car to pick up Nadia still hadn’t arrived. Nadia panicked and rushed over to me, grabbing my chin. “What did you do? Why haven’t the Glover family come to pick up the bride yet? You must be up to something, trying to ruin my wedding!” I chuckled softly, “The Glover family certainly knows about your plan to marry in my place.” She slapped me hard across the face. “Stop talking nonsense! I’ll throw you to the dogs right now!” Nadia went crazy, ordering her people to drag my body toward the dog cages. Just then, the sound of car horns echoed. The Glover family’s convoy to pick up Nadia had arrived. I was somewhat surprised. Hadn’t I already canceled the wedding? Why did the Glover family still send people? Before I could figure it out, Nadia had already excitedly gotten into the car. Her lackey dragged me into the car. “Today I’ll show you what a wealthy family marriage looks like!” My whole body hurt too much to speak. After a long while, the pain in my body eased slightly, and the convoy had arrived at the wedding venue. Nadia’s lackey opened the car door and kicked me out of the car. My face hit the steps, causing a nosebleed and making me look even more disheveled. Others looked at me with mocking eyes. “You’re at the wedding venue now. Are you finally coming to your senses?” Nadia said arrogantly. I said, “Until the wedding is over, nothing is certain. Nadia, where’s your groom?” As soon as I finished speaking, the hotel’s main doors opened. Holden Glover walked out wearing a perfectly tailored suit, coldly scanning everyone present. Instantly, everyone at the scene was shocked into silence. “I never expected Mr. Glover to be so handsome. He and Nadia are such a perfect match!” Nadia blushed shyly, looking at me smugly. “Marlee, I’ll find a man to keep you company tonight.” Holden walked toward Nadia, but immediately after, her shy expression turned to one of terror.

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I, Isabel Jensen, did one thing immediately after my rebirth: behind my wealthy husband Peter Geller’s back, I kept six handsome male models and seduced them into bed. This was because in my previous life, Peter was diagnosed with oligospermia. To ensure the family fortune had an heir, he married me—someone with a naturally fertile constitution—to bear his children. I tried every method to get pregnant as quickly as possible, but nothing worked. Meanwhile, my best friend Valerie Crawford, who had been diagnosed as infertile, married a seventy-year-old man and miraculously gave birth to twins and then triplets within two Christmases. When Peter heard that Valerie had given birth to many children, he was immediately attracted to her. They had an affair behind my back and even hired someone to kill me in a car crash when I discovered the truth. Only after my death did I realize that Valerie had bound herself to something called a “Child Transfer System.” Any child I conceived would automatically transfer to her womb. Meanwhile, her infertile constitution quietly transferred to me. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day my oligospermic husband brought me home as his bride. Thinking of everything from my past life, I couldn’t help but sneer: “Valerie, don’t you want lots of children? Then let me give you a proper taste of the joy of pregnancy!” ***** “With your background, marrying into the Geller family is already reaching above your station. I hope you remember your duty and bear me a son who can inherit the family fortune as soon as possible.” “Let’s have a trial marriage for two Christmases first. If you can successfully conceive within two Christmases, then I’ll officially register our marriage.” A cold, ruthless voice echoed in my ears. I snapped back to reality and saw Peter looking down at me condescendingly. One second, I had been trapped in a burning car, unable to escape. The next second, I was reborn! Back to the day Peter brought me home as his bride. Seeing me standing there speechless, Valerie, dressed in her bridesmaid gown, quickly spoke up: “Isabel, with your poor background, marrying into the Geller family is a rare opportunity! Why are you still hesitating? “Are you worried you won’t be able to conceive and will be kicked out during the trial period?” Hearing Valerie’s mocking words, I looked up at her. The schadenfreude and cunning in her eyes were unmistakable. How ridiculous that in my previous life, I had been so immersed in the joy of marrying Peter and being able to raise money for my grandmother Camilla Jensen’s surgery that I never suspected her. The women in my family had a hereditary fertile constitution. Starting from my great-great-grandmother, the women in our family typically had multiple births—twins and triplets were very common. By my mother’s generation, she had given birth to seven children: six sons and only one daughter—me. It was precisely because of my family’s reputation for fertility that Peter, having just been diagnosed with oligospermia, began pursuing me frantically. I was moved at the time, and with Camilla urgently needing a large sum of money to save her life, I readily agreed to his proposal. However, at the wedding, Peter suddenly changed his tune and proposed a two-Christmas trial marriage first. To save Camilla, I could only accept this humiliating condition. During those two Christmases, I desperately tried to conceive. I took countless ovulation shots and consumed bottle after bottle of folic acid and other medications. But two Christmases quickly passed, and I still hadn’t gotten pregnant. Peter decided I had deceived him and began physically abusing me. Meanwhile, Valerie, who had originally been diagnosed as infertile, married a seventy-year-old man and miraculously gave birth to twins and then triplets in succession. Valerie’s pregnancies quickly caught Peter’s attention, and the two began having an affair behind my back, even conceiving an illegitimate child. After I discovered them, Peter immediately threw me out and cut off the monthly money that was keeping Camilla alive. I desperately tried to salvage the situation, begging him to lend me some money to save Camilla for the sake of my two Christmases of dedication. But Valerie, fearing Peter might soften toward me, ruthlessly hired someone to kill me in a car crash. Only after my death did I learn that Valerie had bound herself to a “Child Transfer System.” Any child I conceived would be transferred to her womb. Meanwhile, her infertile constitution transferred to me. In the end, Valerie, having successfully conceived children, took my place in marrying into the Geller family and used her power to suppress my entire family. She even brought my corpse from the car accident to the hospital to traumatize Camilla, causing her to die of a heart attack with her eyes wide open in anguish. My six brothers and parents also died one after another while seeking justice for me. Thinking of everything from my previous life, rage burned in my heart, and I wanted nothing more than to tear Valerie apart. But I knew this wasn’t the time for a direct confrontation with her. I smiled slightly and immediately agreed to Peter’s trial marriage proposal: “No problem, honey. I’ll definitely give the Geller family the most excellent heir within two Christmases.”

Peter asked skeptically, “You really agreed to this?” I nodded gently, my voice firm: “Don’t worry, honey. I’m confident about this.” Seeing how understanding I was and how confident I felt about getting pregnant, Peter’s tone gradually softened: “Isabel, don’t worry. As long as you can give me a son within two Christmases, I’ll register our marriage immediately.” With that, he generously slipped a large diamond ring onto my finger. As the officiant urged us on, he closed his eyes and leaned in to kiss me. Meanwhile, Valerie, serving as my maid of honor, showed no sign of blessing me on her face—only jealousy that bordered on madness. I glanced sideways at Valerie in the corner, grinding her teeth in rage, and sneered inwardly. Sure enough, Valerie could no longer contain her inner turmoil. She rushed forward in a few steps, laughingly separating Peter and me. She deliberately pressed her full chest against Peter, practically throwing herself into his arms. She cooed playfully, “Oh my, Mr. Geller, why are you in such a hurry? You can’t just kiss our bride like that!” Valerie was shamelessly using her beauty to seduce him. Unfortunately for her, Peter came from wealth and had seen plenty of women. He had zero interest in Valerie. Plus, knowing she was infertile from multiple abortions, Peter looked down on her completely. Peter forcefully pushed Valerie out of his arms, and a flash of hurt crossed her eyes. But she didn’t blame Peter—instead, she directed all her hatred toward me. She asked with feigned curiosity, “Isabel, is your family’s fertility really that miraculous? You’re not exaggerating, are you? If you can’t have children, you’ll be kicked out of the house.” Upon hearing this, Peter’s eyes showed a hint of doubt as he looked at me. Valerie stared straight at me, a mocking smile playing at the corners of her mouth. I remained completely calm, simply nodding firmly once more: “My family’s fertility has been passed down for five generations without a single failure. Don’t worry—I absolutely won’t disappoint you. I’ll definitely give you a son as soon as possible!” With that, I brazenly pulled out the ovulation injections and fertility drugs I’d prepared from my bag, right in front of both of them. This scene made Valerie’s eyes light up instantly. Peter was even more eager, grabbing my hand and saying urgently, “Isabel, let’s skip the rest of the wedding ceremony. Let’s go to bed right now—you’ll definitely get pregnant immediately!” Valerie also grabbed my hand with a fake smile, pushing me toward the bedroom: “Isabel, hurry up and go to bed with Mr. Geller. I hope you get pregnant soon too!” Watching them both so eager to use me, I laughed coldly inside. In my previous life, Peter had schemed and pursued me, married me, all just to use me as a breeding machine. Even though he knew that too many ovulation shots would seriously damage my body, he still forced me to inject them daily, ignoring my agonizing pain and even causing permanent damage to my ovaries. And Valerie—not only did she steal everything from me through the system, but she also caused my entire family’s tragic death. These two demons, after working together to drain every ounce of value from me, even forced me to die. Since I’ve been given a second chance at life, I must make them pay the price they deserve!

On our wedding night, Valerie didn’t hesitate to inject me with an excessive dose of ovulation stimulants. Peter completely ignored the severe abdominal pain I suffered from the drug overdose and forced himself on me over ten times. Both of them eagerly anticipated my pregnancy and even bought a large quantity of fertility drugs, insisting I take good care of my body. In my previous life, I had no idea Peter suffered from oligospermia and thought he genuinely wanted children. Even though those medicines tasted bitter and awful, I silently endured drinking them. But this time, I poured all the medications directly into flower pots and used my phone to book six virile male models. In my past life, I spent every day at home diligently taking injections and medications to prepare for pregnancy, while Peter never stopped sleeping with other women. He’d spend his days juggling various women and only return home at night to go through the motions with me. However, fortunately, he wasn’t stingy with money and never set limits on my spending. But aside from that, he showed almost no concern for me. Therefore, in this life, my affairs with the six male models went completely unnoticed by him. During the day, I indulged myself with the energetic male models. At night, I would casually brush Peter off. Meanwhile, I deliberately sent messages to provoke Valerie, hinting that I might already be pregnant. Sure enough, after I revealed this news to Valerie, she hastily married a seventy-year-old wealthy old man the very next day. Some well-meaning people advised her not to gamble with her happiness, but she didn’t care at all and even declared she would definitely bear this old man a son. Everyone mocked her for being crazy. But I understood that if she didn’t hurry up and get married, once I became pregnant, the child would immediately transfer to her belly. After all, if she remained unmarried, there would be no way to explain who the father was. Initially, she had wanted to seduce Peter into bed, but with beautiful women surrounding him, Peter had no interest in her. She had to find another way out and settled for a wealthy old man who was already sterile. I couldn’t be bothered with her scheming. Every day, aside from visiting Camilla, I spent my time enjoying myself with my kept male models. Four months later, Peter brought a doctor to examine my body, and Valerie also came to join the spectacle. When the doctor announced that I wasn’t pregnant at all, Peter’s face immediately darkened. He immediately erupted in anger: “I gave you so many ovulation shots, how are you still not pregnant? I married you and spent money on you just to have a child!” Seeing me being scolded, Valerie was extremely pleased. She glanced at me mockingly, lovingly stroking her own belly, and said with contempt: “Isabel, everyone in your family has such fertile genes, how are you the exception? My husband is already 70 years old, and I still managed to get pregnant successfully. But you? After trying so hard for so long, you’re still not pregnant.” I looked up and saw that although she had only been married to that old man for four months, her belly looked like she was already eight months pregnant. I suppressed the smile at the corner of my mouth and pretended to be upset: “I don’t know what’s wrong either. It’s all my fault!” Seeing me so defeated, Valerie became even more smug and continued to mock me: “Pregnancy is also about luck. Maybe you just have bad luck, unlike me—I get pregnant easily. Mr. Geller, don’t be discouraged. You and Isabel will definitely succeed next time!” Looking at Valerie’s prominently protruding belly, Peter appeared quite depressed. Unwilling to admit that he couldn’t even compare to a 70-year-old man, he shifted all the blame onto me: “Isabel, you’ve taken so many medications, why can’t you even compare to Valerie? Tell me! Have you been neglecting to take your medicine properly during this time?” I quickly shook my head in denial. He then warned: “Isabel, I’m warning you—if you’re still not pregnant within our two-year trial marriage period, I won’t marry you when the time comes.” Valerie hurriedly handed me a stack of ovulation injections. She said, “Isabel, make sure you take your shots and medication properly. You’ll definitely get pregnant. Don’t slack off just because you’re afraid of pain or discomfort!” After giving me countless reminders, they finally left. Over the following period, I occasionally received provocative text messages from Valerie. [Mr. Geller is so generous! He even bought me lots of fruit, feeling sorry for how hard pregnancy is on me!] [Oh my, Mr. Geller has been coming by so frequently lately, constantly asking me about how to get pregnant.] [But I told him that not everyone is as lucky as I am. Isabel, you better work harder!] Looking at Valerie’s boastful messages, I let out a cold laugh and reached over to caress the male model’s muscular chest. After enjoying his services, I leisurely replied: [Then I really need to learn from you and give Peter a dozen children as soon as possible!] I gently stroked my flat stomach, waiting to watch Valerie’s downfall. Six months later, Valerie successfully gave birth to sextuplets for that seventy-year-old man. However, due to eating too much fruit during pregnancy, the fetuses were abnormally large, and the delivery nearly killed her. I thought Valerie would quiet down for a while after this. But less than a month after she gave birth, I received a surveillance video. In the video, Valerie wore revealing lingerie, lifted Peter’s chin with her finger, and spoke in a seductive voice: “Mr. Geller, I have a fertile constitution. Would you like to try?” Although Peter had been with countless women, a woman who had just given birth was still a novelty for him. He smiled as he undressed and immediately embraced Valerie, beginning their sexual encounter. He buried his head in Valerie’s full breasts, sucking frantically. While moving rhythmically, Valerie didn’t forget to moan and ask: “Mr. Geller, what if I get pregnant before Isabel does?” Peter, his eyes filled with lust, laughed and replied: “Whoever gets pregnant first, I’ll marry.” Valerie continued asking: “But what if I really do get pregnant first?” Peter chuckled softly, pinched Valerie’s nose, and promised: “Then of course I’ll marry you and bring you home!” The two rolled together again, lost in passion. Watching the surveillance footage of their affair, I felt completely unmoved and casually wrapped my arm around the male model’s neck. Since they were working so hard, I had to make sure they got exactly what they wanted. The agreed-upon two-year trial period quickly passed, and I confidently arrived at City Hall, notifying Peter to come register our marriage. However, Peter showed up with my medical report, looking at me like I was trash: “Isabel, you’re not even pregnant, yet you still fantasize about marrying me? Dream on!” Peter’s parents, Evelyn Geller and Bruce Geller, also rushed back from abroad, shaking their heads in disappointment: “We were told you had a fertile constitution, which is why we agreed to let Peter marry you. But you still can’t get pregnant! What a waste of our family’s investment in you, you worthless thing!” In my previous life, Evelyn and Bruce had always looked down on my background, constantly mocking and even verbally abusing me. In their eyes, I was just a breeding machine they had purchased, not a flesh-and-blood person. And in my previous life, my death by car accident was the result of their scheming for Valerie. I glared at them hatefully, then shrugged: “How is it my fault that I can’t get pregnant? Why don’t you blame your son instead?” Hearing this, Peter seemed to hit a nerve and glared at me viciously: “Isabel, since you’re so ungrateful, don’t blame me for abandoning you!” With that, he announced in front of all the City Hall staff: “I will not marry her. My wife is someone else!” People around us began whispering and pointing at me. My expression remained unchanged as I asked mockingly: “Oh? Who’s lucky enough to be married by Mr. Geller?” Peter snorted coldly: “Anyone I marry would be better than marrying a woman like you who can’t bear children!” Then he shouted toward the City Hall entrance: “Valerie, come here and register for marriage with me!” As soon as he finished speaking, everyone craned their necks to see who was coming. The next second, they froze in terror and screamed: “Ghost! It’s a ghost!” Valerie, supporting her waist and wearing a pure white wedding dress, slowly approached. She was now skeletal, nothing but skin and bones, with thin limbs but an absurdly large belly. That belly looked like someone had forcibly stuffed hundreds of basketballs into it, grotesquely piled into a small mountain that had drained all her nutrition.

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After my son Carson Howard’s wife Harley Howard became pregnant with their third child, I, Scarlett Howard, decided to work as a nanny to help support the family financially. However, when Carson learned about the employer’s information, his face instantly changed, and he absolutely refused to let me take the job. I patiently explained that this employer was very generous, offering three times the market rate, but Carson remained firmly opposed. To prevent me from leaving the house, he cruelly broke both my legs and imprisoned me at home. I wanted Harley to help persuade him, but Carson must have said something to her because she glared at me angrily: “At your age, you still want to run around outside. How shameless!” I couldn’t understand why they were treating me this way when everything I was doing was for this family. Later, because I couldn’t get timely medical treatment, my legs began to rot. I finally found a chance to contact my husband Kevin Howard, hoping he could rescue me. When Kevin, who had been married to me for fifty years, saw me, he only praised Carson: “You did the right thing! That’s exactly how you should handle restless people like her—lock them up at home.” They locked me in the pigpen at home, and I died shortly after. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I decided to become a nanny. ***** “Mom, did you find a job? Harley and I really can’t afford to raise so many children. This is your grandchild too—you need to do your part!” The familiar voice rang out. I opened my eyes and saw Carson supporting Harley, both holding a medical report. Though this should have been joyful news, I felt only coldness in my heart. I didn’t have time to congratulate them. Instead, I immediately grabbed my phone to check the time, finally confirming that I had been reborn. In my previous life, after Harley became pregnant, I came to the city to help her take care of my granddaughter Claire Howard. The second year, she got pregnant again and gave birth to another daughter. I told her that boys and girls were the same, that two children were enough, and I couldn’t handle caring for more. However, by the fourth year, she was pregnant again. To ease the family’s financial burden, Carson suggested I work as a nanny for others. Nannies earned good money these days and could help supplement the household income. I followed his suggestion and quickly found a job. After the interview, the employer was very satisfied with my performance, and I could officially start work in a few days. I shared this good news with Carson. When he heard I could earn twelve thousand dollars a month as a nanny, he seemed very happy. But when he saw the employer’s information, his expression suddenly darkened. He said: “You’re not going! Quit this job immediately. You absolutely cannot work for that family!” I didn’t understand why he reacted so strongly. Thinking he felt the salary was too low, I quickly explained: “The employer said this twelve thousand dollars is just the probationary salary. If I do well, they’ll give me raises later. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely work hard.” Hearing this, Carson became even more furious and turned to shout at me: “I said you’re not going, so you’re not going!” Seeing his attitude, I felt somewhat displeased. This was a good job paying twelve thousand dollars a month—what a shame to give it up. I said: “Why can’t I take such a good job? If I don’t go, how will you afford to raise three children?” I mentioned the three children, hoping to make him understand the logic. However, he kicked me in the chest: “Why do you insist on going to that particular family?” I was knocked to the ground, clutching my chest and gasping for air, my heart filled with shock. I asked with difficulty: “Do you know them? Why can’t I go?” Carson snorted coldly: “I said no, so it’s no! From now on, you’ll stay home and take care of the children, or I’ll beat you to death!” Our argument drew Harley over. She quickly helped me up from the floor and asked: “What happened? How could you lay hands on your mother?” Carson leaned close to Harley and whispered something in her ear. Harley’s expression instantly changed: “You shameless woman, still restless at your age! You’re not going! You’ll stay home and take care of the children!” I kept asking for reasons, but Carson and Harley only grew more furious. Finally, Carson actually rushed into the kitchen, grabbed a rolling pin, and brutally broke both my legs. He said viciously: “Now let’s see how you escape!” I was confined at home, unable to move a single step due to the excruciating pain in my legs. Carson only gave me one cup of water daily to keep me alive, just enough to prevent me from dying of thirst. One day, when Carson wasn’t home, I used Claire’s phone watch to contact Kevin, telling him to hurry to the city to rescue me. When he arrived and saw my rotting legs, he angrily scolded Carson: “Your mother working as a nanny was for your own good. Why did you beat her? She’s your mother! How can your heart be so cruel?” Carson looked at me with a dark expression and handed the employer’s information to Kevin. But when Kevin glanced at it, he too froze in place.

The next second, he slapped me hard across the face. “You bitch, you’re not going!” “You restless piece of trash, I should beat you to death!” Watching their reactions, my heart sank into complete despair. Yet I still couldn’t give up and pressed on: “Why? Why can’t I go?” Kevin didn’t answer. He just turned to Carson and said, “We can’t let her go. Lock her up and keep her locked up until she dies!” Carson scratched his head anxiously. As if something occurred to him, he said, “Let’s take her back to the village and lock her up so she can never get out!” Kevin agreed with this decision, so they brought me back to the village and locked me in a pigsty, where I lived and ate with the pigs. Since my leg wound went untreated, it rapidly worsened, and I eventually died in that pigsty. Even until my death, I couldn’t understand why they all wanted me dead after hearing I was going to work as a nanny. Fortunately, God gave me a chance to be reborn, allowing me the opportunity to figure all this out. At this moment, I stared at Carson’s seemingly kind smile, steadied myself, and said, “Not yet. The employer thought I was too old.” In my previous life, after being hired by the employer, I had excitedly told them the news. This time, I chose to keep it secret, which should prevent any problems. Carson said, “Didn’t the agency say that experienced people like you are the most popular?” There was already a hint of suspicion in his eyes. “You’re not trying to avoid going and deliberately saying you can’t find work, are you?” I laughed awkwardly and explained, “Carson, how can you say that about me? I still need to earn money to help support the family. I’ll call the agency in a bit to help me find a suitable job.” Carson nodded. “Harley is pregnant now, and everything costs money. If you really can’t find work, you can go wash dishes. Every little bit helps.” I agreed and quickly ducked into the kitchen to start cooking. To avoid being discovered, I even tucked my phone into my pocket, worried that Carson might check it and realize I had already found a job. But it was precisely this action that made him even more suspicious. While I was cooking in the kitchen, I heard Carson making a phone call outside. He said, “Hello, is this the agency? I wanted to ask if you’ve found work for my mom yet?” Despite the range hood roaring in my ears, I instantly caught his voice. I immediately became nervous and rushed out of the kitchen. Carson said, “Oh, you already found something. Okay, I got it.” The moment he hung up, Carson’s expression suddenly turned dark. Realizing things were going badly, I immediately tried to run outside. However, with my aging body, there was no way I could match him. Carson grabbed my hair with one hand and raised the other high, slapping me hard across the face. He cursed, “Bitch, I knew you weren’t being honest! Of all the things you could do, you had to go work as someone’s servant! Are you that desperate to be degraded?” The scene from my previous life was playing out again, but I still didn’t understand why he was dissatisfied when I found work, even though he was the one who told me to look for a job in the first place. Having learned from my previous life, I knew that if I insisted on asking for reasons now, I would only face an even more brutal outcome. The most important thing right now was to get Carson to calm down first.

I collapsed to the floor, trembling all over, my eyes filled with terror. Clasping my hands together, I pleaded with Carson: “Carson, everything I did was for you and your family! That boss pays well, and all the money I earned went to you. If you don’t want me to go, I won’t. I’ll go wherever you want me to.” However, upon hearing these words, Carson’s expression didn’t soften at all—instead, it grew even darker. He cursed angrily: “You still dare to say that! Playing the victim won’t work on me. Don’t think you can escape this way!” Seeing his growing rage, I knew deep down that nothing I said would help now. My only thought was to get out of there—fast! I struggled to my feet against the wall and desperately rushed toward the door, trying to escape to somewhere with people around. The moment I opened the door, I screamed at the top of my lungs: “Help! My son is trying to kill me! Help!” Carson immediately lunged forward, covering my mouth with his hand and forcefully dragging me back inside by my collar: “Shut up!” Fortunately, the neighbors heard my cries for help and came out to see what was happening. When they saw me being roughly dragged around, they immediately stepped in to stop him. “Stop it! She’s your mother! How can you lay a hand on her?” “Let her go right now—I’ve already called the police! They’ll be here any minute.” “You animal! Your mother came to the city to help you take care of your child, and instead of being grateful, you dare to hit her!” More and more neighbors gathered at the scene, some even pulling out their phones to record Carson’s face. For a moment, he seemed hesitant to hit me. But he quickly came up with a strategy, sighing and saying: “Everyone, you’ve really misunderstood. My mother has mental health issues. She was just screaming and yelling at home, and I was afraid she’d disturb your rest, so I was trying to calm her down.” “That’s not true! He’s lying! I was cooking in the kitchen when he suddenly barged in and tried to kill me!” I quickly protested. The neighbors began to hesitate, looking back and forth between Carson and me, unsure whom to believe. Carson said: “If you don’t believe me, you can ask my wife—she knows about my mother’s mental illness too.” Carson called into the house, and Harley came out. He whispered something in her ear, and Harley immediately said loudly to me: “Mom, did you forget to take your medication again? Look how you’re affecting all the neighbors when you have an episode.” At that moment, Carson and Harley wore appropriate smiles on their faces, while I looked terrified and incoherent like a madwoman. Gradually, most of the neighbors chose to believe them rather than me. Just when I was about to despair, the police arrived. I immediately turned to the officers for help, while Carson calmly walked forward: “I’m sorry, officers. My mother does have mental health issues. We apologize for the trouble.” “I don’t have mental health issues! He attacked me first! Look at the injuries on my face—this animal nearly beat me to death. You have to save me, officers!” I quickly pointed to my swollen cheek to show the police. The officer looked sternly at Carson: “Even if she has mental health issues, you can’t hit her, especially not like this!” Carson sighed with feigned helplessness: “You’re absolutely right—I was wrong to do that. But when she has an episode, she attacks people, and I panicked in the moment and accidentally hit her. If you don’t believe me, I can call my father—he knows her condition best.” Before long, Kevin rushed over. When he saw the injuries on my face, he pulled me into his arms with heartache. He glared angrily at Carson: “You bastard! She’s your mother—can’t you talk things through instead of this?” Carson stepped forward and said to Kevin: “She insists on working as a servant for others to make money. Look at what she’s doing.” He pulled up the employer’s information on his phone—details the agency had just sent him. After Kevin carefully reviewed the information, he suddenly stood up. I immediately lost my support and fell to the ground again. Kevin cursed: “You bitch! All you ever think about is those foreigners! You still dare to run off—believe me, I’ll beat you to death!” Kevin’s earlier tenderness vanished instantly, replaced by pure rage, as if I had truly committed an unforgivable crime. In that moment, my last shred of hope was shattered. My heart filled with despair, and tears streamed down uncontrollably. I said: “I’m getting old. Going out to work and earn money is just to help you both! What exactly did I do wrong?” Kevin kicked me hard in the stomach: “You think that’s about making money? You know damn well what you’re really after.” Just as he was about to hit me again, the police quickly stepped forward to stop him: “No violence!” But Kevin flashed a smile at the officers: “Officer, this is a family matter. It’s none of your business, right?” He wasn’t wrong. Although I was injured, it wasn’t severe enough for the police to intervene. But once they left, only death awaited me. So I desperately grabbed the officer’s sleeve and pleaded: “Save me! They’ll beat me to death! I don’t want to die—please, save me!” I knelt humbly on the ground, tears streaming down my face. Carson and Kevin tried to pry my hands away and drag me back inside, but I clung tightly to the officer’s sleeve as if it were my only lifeline. Seeing that force wasn’t working, Carson immediately changed tactics and let go. He said: “Fine, Mom. I was only worried about you getting exhausted working outside, that’s why I tried to stop you. Since you want to go, then go ahead.” However, the cold gleam in his eyes sent chills down my spine. I immediately shook my head, saying frantically: “I won’t go anymore. I won’t work—I want to go home.” Carson turned to the police and shrugged helplessly: “You see, Officer? I told you she has mental problems, but you didn’t believe me. One minute she wants to work, the next she wants to go home. Who knows what she’s thinking?” Kevin took the opportunity to pull me toward the house, apologizing to the police: “Sorry for the trouble, Officers. You can go now. I’ll make sure to keep her under control so she doesn’t have another episode.” The police found their explanation reasonable and tried to get me to let go. But I refused to release my grip no matter what. This only convinced them further that I had mental issues, so they had no choice but to remove their jacket to break free. Then Carson and Kevin forcibly dragged me into the house. As the door was about to close, I struggled violently. Just then, Carson moved too abruptly and dropped his phone. When I caught a glimpse of the employer’s photo on the screen, I suddenly understood everything.

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