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When I found out that my brother Andrew Howard, who was spoiled by my father Wyatt Howard and my mother Charlotte Howard, insisted on staying at the farm with our grandmother Adeline Howard instead of going to the big city with them, I knew he had been reborn too. In my previous life, Wyatt and Charlotte took Andrew with them to New York, while I stayed behind with Adeline, struggling to survive on the farm. But later, Wyatt and Charlotte’s business failed, and the three of them ended up homeless. After I got into college, Adeline’s old house was demolished by the government, and I received a large sum of money, which allowed me to study abroad. Under the policy of economic openness, I quickly returned to the country and eventually became a successful businessman. Andrew, however, continued to do nothing and just enjoyed life at home. After draining Wyatt and Charlotte’s last bit of money, he came to me demanding Christmas’s savings. When I refused, he didn’t hesitate to stab me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Wyatt and Charlotte were leaving for New York. Now, Andrew was holding Adeline’s hand tightly, saying, “Grandma Christmas is getting old. I’m a boy, I have strength, I can help her.” I tried hard to hold back my laughter. After all, I’d had enough of the hard life on the farm. Seeing that Andrew had chosen her, Adeline was both happy and concerned. “I know you’re filial. But you are the future of the Howard family, you can’t stay on the farm forever. You need to go to the big city and make something of yourself.” Wyatt nodded eagerly. “Andrew, you should listen to your grandmother. Your sister Penelope will marry someone else in the future. You are the future of our family. You need to come with us.” Charlotte chimed in, “Andrew, staying on the farm is very hard work. Penelope has been helping your grandmother since she was little, she’s used to it. But you’re different. I can’t bear to let you stay on the farm. Don’t you like those trendy jeans in New York? Once we get to New York, I promise to buy you a pair. No, ten pairs.” I looked at them coldly. We were supposed to be a family, yet no one had asked if I wanted to stay or leave. Even though my clothes were washed so many times you couldn’t tell their original color, Charlotte never offered to buy me new ones. Only when I couldn’t wear those clothes anymore would she impatiently toss me something she didn’t like. But one pair of Andrew’s favorite jeans cost as much as ten of my outfits, and she promised without hesitation. However, Andrew still refused to listen to Wyatt and Charlotte, hugging Adeline instead. “No, I want to stay on the farm. Grandma Christmas is getting old. I don’t want her to overwork herself. I’ll help Grandma while studying hard. I’ll make you all proud of me.” Adeline was deeply moved, patting Andrew’s hand. “I haven’t spoiled you for nothing. Since Andrew insists on staying here, you can take Penelope with you, consider her free labor.” Charlotte’s eyes were full of reluctance as she looked at Andrew, but she had no choice but to nod and say, “Fine. Penelope is so lucky.” Then she turned to me with a serious expression. “Penelope, you must always remember that it’s because Andrew is staying on the farm that you have the opportunity to go to the big city. You should be grateful to him for the rest of your life and remember his kindness.” I smiled. They really thought taking me to New York was some great favor. Seeing that the decision was final, Andrew smiled at me and said, “Penelope, enjoy yourself in New York.” Looking at his smug face, I didn’t take his words to heart at all. Anyway, I’d had enough of the hard labor on the farm. If he thought Adeline would pity him and not make him work on the farm, he was wrong. In my previous life, resources on the farm were distributed according to labor. The more he worked, the more grain, necessities, and cash he would receive. Adeline was getting old and her health wasn’t good, so I had to do the work. It would be the same for Andrew. If he refused to work, they would just starve. As soon as I boarded the train to New York with Wyatt and Charlotte, Wyatt handed me a bottle of water and said, “The trip to New York takes two days and two nights. If you get hungry, just drink more water.” Then he and Charlotte each bought a boxed meal and sat across from me, happily eating. I wasn’t surprised at all. But compared to the hardship of working on the farm, going hungry was nothing.

After arriving in New York, they were busy with business and barely had time for me. Fortunately, I was already accustomed to being independent and could take good care of myself. I knew Wyatt and Charlotte wouldn’t spend money on my education, so I had to give my all to be first in everything, keeping them happy enough to reluctantly allow me to continue my studies. However, I was well aware that after high school, my educational journey would likely come to an end. At that time, everything in New York was full of opportunity and change. Notably, New York became one of the first regions in America to promote economic openness. Foreign trade remained the most dynamic field and the industry with the highest demand for talent. Against this backdrop, Spanish, as a key language connecting American markets, naturally became an essential skill in business. Since I couldn’t pursue university education for the time being, I decided to focus on developing my Spanish skills to build a foundation for future business with Latin American merchants. So, I helped Wyatt and Charlotte with their business during the day and diligently memorized vocabulary and practiced conversations at night. Luckily, my memories from my previous life were still intact. I only needed to pick up that knowledge again, so it wasn’t too difficult. My efforts gradually paid off. I became a regular presence at school Spanish club activities and New York Spanish speech competitions. I won awards more and more frequently, and my reputation at school began to grow. I knew I needed the support of teachers and the principal because only with their backing, even if Wyatt and Charlotte tried to hinder my studies, their intervention would give me a fighting chance. Yet, even when I returned home with trophies, Wyatt would sarcastically say, “What good are awards? Besides marrying and having children, you’re useless. Do you think your future husband will think highly of you just because you’re holding a trophy?” Charlotte would jab her finger against my forehead, saying viciously, “Let me tell you, if you ever want to marry a foreigner, I absolutely won’t agree. They won’t even give you an engagement gift.” On the eve of my high school graduation, I once again led my classmates to win first place in the national Spanish speech competition. My teacher, Lydia Perez, happily embraced me. “Penelope, you’ll definitely become an outstanding translator someday.” “Really?” I looked at Lydia hopefully. “But my parents don’t really want me to continue my education. They want me to help with their business.” “What?” Lydia was shocked. “That’s such a shame. I’ll talk to your parents.” After returning to New York, she immediately came to my home. “Mr. Wyatt Howard, Mrs. Charlotte Howard, you must nurture your daughter’s talents. She’s the pride of our school and will certainly become an exceptional translator.” Seeing Lydia’s excitement, Wyatt and Charlotte remained very calm. Wyatt said, “You know our family’s situation. We don’t have money, and her brother also needs tuition for college.” Lydia smiled and said, “That’s not a problem. I’ve discussed Penelope’s situation with the principal. Our school is willing to cover these expenses.” Standing outside the door, I widened my eyes, never expecting that Lydia would secure financial support from the school for me. I happily thought that after resolving the tuition issue, Wyatt and Charlotte would no longer obstruct my education. But Wyatt coldly replied, “I’m sorry. We’ve already chosen a man for her. After high school graduation, she’ll have to go back and get married.”

No matter how much Lydia tried to persuade them, Wyatt and Charlotte remained adamant. In the end, Lydia could only leave with an apologetic and disappointed expression. As soon as Lydia left, Charlotte immediately slapped me across the face and said spitefully, “Did you think you could control us through your teacher? How naive of you.” Wyatt shoved me to the ground. “Andrew is the future of the Howard family. Your engagement gift will be his future education expenses. Whether you want to get married or not, it’s not up to you—you must marry that man.” Despite the pain throughout my body, I let out a cold laugh as I lay on the floor. Seeing my smirk, Wyatt found it infuriating and kicked me without hesitation. “You bitch! Once we’ve established ourselves successfully with Andrew in New York, you won’t be laughing anymore.” After that day, I dropped out of school. I wanted to leave home, but without money, I couldn’t possibly live independently. So I approached Lydia again, asking her to introduce me to people in the import-export business. I worked as a translator for them. Besides earning translation fees, I secretly followed these merchants in their trade deals, gradually accumulating some money. I was grateful that I hadn’t yet reached the legal marriage age. Otherwise, Wyatt and Charlotte would have already dragged me back home to exchange me for the engagement gift. Less than a year later, Adeline passed away, and Andrew was brought to New York by Wyatt and Charlotte. Since his arrival, he not only added many extra household chores for me but also constantly mocked me. He spent his days just having fun, never reading books. He always assumed that because I got into college in my previous life, he would automatically get into college in this life too. How ridiculous! In my previous life, I used every spare moment to read books. Whenever I encountered something I didn’t understand, I would take notes and then use opportunities when selling farm produce to run to schools in the county town to ask questions. But Adeline always thought my studying was useless and a waste of money, so she tried every way to squeeze my time. She either sent me to work on the farm or directed me to do housework. At night, when I could finally rest a bit, she wouldn’t let me turn on the lights to read and even hid the candles. With no other choice, I used the money I saved to secretly buy candles. Only when she fell asleep did I dare to light a candle and continue studying. It wasn’t until the day I secretly took the SAT behind Adeline’s back and received my acceptance letter that I felt I had the courage to stand up to them. Today, Andrew started provoking me again. Seeing that I didn’t want to engage with him, he angrily grabbed me and said, “I just hate how you look down on everyone. But what good does that do you? In the future, I’ll be the one going to college. And the demolition compensation for Adeline’s house will also be mine. You’ll have nothing.” I glanced at him. “Andrew, go back to bed and keep sleeping. In your dreams, you can have everything.” Did he really think the demolition compensation I received in my previous life was just due to luck? At that time, I heard the village chief was worried about his promotion. So I bribed a fortune teller to say that our old house could bring good fortune, helping students get into college and officials get promoted. The village chief believed it completely, so he demolished our old house and gave me a sum of compensation money. Just then, Wyatt and Charlotte entered the room. Hearing what I said to Andrew, they immediately became displeased. Wyatt said, “Andrew has the right to dream. Do you? Just focus on doing your chores and serving Andrew well.” Hearing his words, Andrew looked at me with immense satisfaction, but I said nothing. I was working on a big business deal recently and needed to stay calm. After all, I had endured for so many years already—this short period was nothing. On the day of the SAT, Andrew smugly said, “Penelope, the turning point of our lives is about to happen. From now on, I’ll be a member of high society, while you’ll be left on the streets.” Watching him walk into the exam room, Wyatt’s eyes were filled with anticipation. “Charlotte, we can enjoy life with Andrew after this, and we won’t have to struggle so much anymore.” Charlotte’s eyes welled up with tears. “Yes. We’ve persevered for so long, and finally the Howard family is about to rise.” Hearing their words, I let out a cold laugh, thinking: “That’s absolutely impossible.” Ten days later, Andrew came to me furiously with his score report. “Didn’t you easily get into college in your previous life? Why did I score so poorly? Is it because you’re a jinx affecting my luck?” I felt completely speechless. “If someone like you who doesn’t study properly and just lies in bed all day could get into college, wouldn’t that be terribly unfair?” “Fair?” an angry voice suddenly rang out. My head was suddenly struck hard from behind. Looking back, I saw Charlotte holding a wooden stick, ready to strike again. She said angrily, “Since we brought you to New York, our business has gotten worse day by day. You’re a jinx. We gave birth to you, raised you, but you not only made our business worse, you also made Andrew lose his chance to get into college. Is that fair? Get out now!” I knew Wyatt and Charlotte’s business had deteriorated, but I never expected them to take out their anger on me instead of actively looking for solutions. Wyatt added unpleasantly, “You’re already eighteen, old enough to get married. We’ve already arranged it. Next month, you’ll go back and marry.” I hadn’t expected the day of marriage to come so suddenly. “No, I’m not going back,” I planned to escape, but Andrew quickly blocked the doorway. “Penelope, working in New York would be very hard for you. Shouldn’t you be happy that someone will take care of you?” Charlotte slapped me across the face. “You’re so stupid. Everything we do is for your own good. But instead of being grateful, you think we’re the bad guys. You’re so ungrateful!” Realizing they were trying to force me, I knew that if I continued to resist, I would be the one to suffer. I quickly said, “You want money, right? I can give you some.” “Do you have money?” Charlotte looked me up and down. “If you’re lying to us, you know what will happen.” I calmly replied, “If you don’t trust me, you can come with me to the bank.” They followed me, confused. After I withdrew ten thousand dollars, Charlotte and Andrew immediately burst into laughter. Then Wyatt said, “Penelope, where did your money come from? How do you have so much? Did you…” His tone carried obvious insinuation and suggestion. Hearing his words, Charlotte immediately became furious and prepared to hit me again. I quickly dodged to the side. Although she missed, she still cursed at me: “You slut, you actually slept with men for money. How shameless are you?” I frowned and said, “If you think the money is dirty, you can give it back to me.” Charlotte clutched the money tightly to her chest. “Wyatt, we need to cut ties with her. This shameless daughter cannot tarnish the Howard family name.” Wyatt agreed, “That’s right. It would be bad if she wanted the money back someday. Come on, Penelope, write a statement. From now on, we’ll sever our family ties. You’ll have nothing to do with us anymore.” “Are you sure?” I widened my eyes, pretending to be deeply hurt and in disbelief. Seeing my expression, Andrew feared I might change my mind. He immediately wrote up a statement severing ties with me, and Wyatt and Charlotte signed it without hesitation. After leaving the bank, they started discussing what nice clothes to buy and what delicious food to eat. Charlotte linked arms with Andrew and coldly said, “Penelope, we’re going back to our hometown. From now on, you’ll stay in New York by yourself. Even if something happens to you, don’t come looking for us.” Andrew added, “I’m really worried you’ll die on the streets.” Just then, a brand-new Mercedes pulled up in front of the bank. The driver, Mason Adams, got out of the car, walked up to me, and respectfully asked, “Are you Miss Howard?”

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When my good friend Layla Parker found out that I had switched the condom used by my husband Matthew Miller with the one used by her husband Carter Johnson’s father, Nathan Johnson, she broke down in fury right on the spot. In my previous life, Layla was abused by Carter and asked to stay at my place. Feeling sorry for her, I agreed to let her stay for a while. But I never expected that half a month later, Layla would “accidentally” discover she was pregnant. Just as I was about to ask Layla what happened, Carter came and broke Matthew’s legs, and even took us to court. In court, Layla tearfully accused Matthew of having ill intentions toward her, raping her while she stayed at our house, and claimed that not only did I fail to stop Matthew, but I even helped him harm her. Matthew and I denied everything, but Layla produced an amniocentesis report showing that the baby in her womb was indeed Matthew’s. We were condemned by the public, and the court sentenced both Matthew and me to prison and ordered us to pay Layla ten million dollars in emotional damages. In the end, Matthew and I went to prison, while Layla used the ten million dollars we paid her to get an abortion, then lived happily ever after with Carter. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Layla asked to stay at my house. My head was throbbing, but looking around at my familiar home, I realized I wasn’t on the streets being beaten and cursed at, nor in a damp prison cell despised by everyone—I was home. “Naomi Brooks, you’re so kind. If it weren’t for you, Carter would have beaten me to death,” came Layla’s familiar voice. I turned around immediately and saw Layla standing before me in tears. That’s when I knew for certain I had been reborn. I had returned to the day when Layla begged me to rescue her from domestic violence, and I, soft-hearted, brought her back to my home. “Naomi, your house is so spacious. It must be worth at least a few million dollars, right?” Before I could speak, Layla walked right in, her eyes filled with greed and envy. Just then, Matthew came home from work. Seeing him, Layla quickly fixed her hair and even touched up her makeup before approaching him softly, “This must be Matthew, right? I’ve only seen him once at your wedding. He’s so handsome.” As she spoke, she deliberately took a step forward, her posture extremely flirtatious. Matthew frowned slightly, then stepped back, saying, “Thank you for the compliment.” I knew he was uncomfortable with Layla. Matthew’s family were businesspeople, so he was quite wealthy and often targeted by women with ulterior motives. Because of this, he could easily see through people’s intentions. In my previous life, he had awkwardly warned me that Layla wasn’t as innocent as she appeared. At the time, I thought he was looking down on my friend. Now, I realized how stupid I had been. Just like in my previous life, seeing that Matthew didn’t say much, Layla suddenly burst into tears, “Naomi, you’re so lucky to have found such a good husband, unlike me. I have to earn money every day and still get abused.” As she spoke, she kept glancing at Matthew, deliberately acting pitiful, waiting for his reaction. Sure enough, hearing this, Matthew frowned and said, “Domestic abuse? My company has professional lawyers. If you need help, you can talk to Naomi about it.” Layla exclaimed excitedly, “Really, Matthew? Then I really need to thank you properly.” I interrupted Layla, saying, “Matthew, don’t mention lawyers. They just had an argument.” I no longer advised her to get divorced, but deliberately said, “Layla, have you considered that maybe you’re being abused because you’re the problem? You’d better listen to me. Go back and apologize to Carter, then beg for his forgiveness. You might make up tomorrow.” Hearing my words, Matthew seemed surprised, as I was never one to advise people to reconcile. Layla was equally surprised and asked confusedly, “Naomi, how can you say that? I’m the victim.” “Victim?” I raised an eyebrow at her and said, “If you put it that way, it’s a different matter. If you’re a victim, then Carter is deliberately causing harm. In that case, he would go to prison. Are you sure you want Carter to go to prison?” “I…” Layla didn’t know what to say. I laughed coldly inside, because of course she wouldn’t want that. After all, if Carter went to prison, who would help her act out the grand finale of her scheme?

Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Matthew made an excuse and went to the study for a meeting, leaving only Layla and me in the living room. Seeing this, Layla immediately became impatient. “Naomi, why did you say those things in front of Matthew earlier? Are you trying to stop your husband from helping me?” I struggled to control the hatred inside me and chuckled lightly, “How could that be? I’m just afraid you might lose a man who loves you. After all, I know your husband loves you very much. If he beat you like this, it must be because he doesn’t know how to express his love for you.” Layla was stunned by my words. “You…” After a long pause, she said, “I’m going to take a shower first.” Then she hurriedly left. Watching her walk away, I smirked coldly, memories of my previous life flooding back. Layla was my college classmate. Because of her beauty, she had many suitors. In the end, for money, she chose Carter. However, just a few months after their marriage, Carter went bankrupt due to an accident. The once loving couple immediately began fighting, and their Instagram was filled with insults and complaints about each other. Initially, Layla and I weren’t close. After I married Matthew, she became very interested in Matthew’s family background and began contacting me frequently, becoming my “good friend.” When she was abused by Carter, she came to me crying in the middle of the night. Feeling sorry for her, I didn’t refuse and let her stay at my house for a while. But after moving in, she deliberately showed off her figure in front of Matthew, repeatedly pretended to be pitiful, and even pretended to enter the wrong room in the middle of the night, walking into Matthew’s study. Realizing something was wrong, Matthew used business trips as an excuse to stay away until he returned half a month later. What I didn’t expect was that Layla would discover she was pregnant at that time. Just as I was about to ask Layla what had happened, Carter came and broke Matthew’s leg, and even took us to court. In court, Layla tearfully accused Matthew of having bad intentions toward her, raping her while she was staying at our house, and accused me of not only failing to stop Matthew but even helping him hurt her. Matthew and I strongly denied it, but Layla produced an amniocentesis report showing that the child in her womb was indeed Matthew’s. In front of the media cameras, she cried and said, “I always considered Naomi my best friend. But I never thought she would be the devil who pushed me into hell, and Matthew is even more of a bastard.” Because of this statement, Matthew and I were cursed by netizens. After Layla reported us to the police, we were thrown in prison and even required to pay Layla one million dollars in emotional damages. In the end, Matthew and I died miserably in prison, while Layla used the million dollars we paid her to get an abortion, then lived happily ever after with Carter. Thinking about all this, I gritted my teeth in hatred. In this life, I would definitely expose Layla’s true intentions!

The next day, I secretly installed surveillance cameras at home. After Matthew left, I also made up an excuse to go out. Then, from a nearby café, I opened my phone to monitor everything Layla was doing in my house. She walked into my bedroom, wearing my luxurious pajamas and spraying my perfume. She snorted coldly, then muttered to herself, “How could such a wealthy man like a boring woman like Naomi? How could her figure ever compare to mine?” As she spoke, she took out my limited-edition Hermès handbag and wore it, her expression filled with vanity. Just then, Carter called Layla. She answered impatiently, “What is it?” “Any progress? Did Matthew sleep with you last night?” Carter’s anxious voice came through the phone. Layla sneered, “No. He’s incredibly stupid. I tried to seduce him, but he didn’t respond at all. He might be gay.” Carter became more anxious, “You’re useless! You’re usually so good at seducing other men. Why are you failing now?” “Psh!” Layla immediately cursed, “Carter, how dare you question me? If you hadn’t almost been killed by debt collectors, would I need to seduce other men? Besides, he’s the one who refuses to sleep with me. What can I do about it?” Carter retorted, “You’re so stupid! If you don’t sleep with him, you can’t get pregnant.” Hearing Carter’s words, Layla suddenly thought of something and excitedly said, “Technology is so advanced nowadays. As long as I get Matthew’s condom, I can get pregnant with his child.” Then, she lowered her voice and started plotting with Carter. Due to the limited audio quality of the surveillance, I couldn’t hear the details of their plan. However, by now, I had a pretty good idea of what they were trying to do. That evening, I returned home. As soon as I walked in, I saw Matthew hurriedly coming out of the bedroom, followed by a disheveled Layla. Seeing me return, Matthew immediately hugged me and nervously said, “Naomi, don’t misunderstand. She said her clothes were damaged and asked me to check. I was about to refuse when she suddenly started undressing.” Worried that Matthew might say something he shouldn’t, I quickly interrupted him: “Matthew, how could I misunderstand you?” Then, I directly took Matthew’s arm and pretended to casually look at Layla: “Layla, are you okay?” “I… I’ll go to the guest room first.” Layla suddenly covered her mouth and ran back to the guest room. In my previous life, Layla had also made this gesture. The reason she acted so pitiful was that she had already turned on her phone to record and fabricate “evidence” that Matthew had harmed her. It was because of this “evidence” being spread that Matthew and I couldn’t defend ourselves in court and were directly sent to prison. In this life, I want to see what tricks she can play under surveillance. Matthew wanted to explain what had just happened, but I hugged him and deliberately said softly, “Matthew, I’ve missed you so much. Don’t worry about Layla. Go take a shower.” Understanding my hint, Matthew smiled and said, “Wait for me.” Then he quickly went to shower. I took the opportunity to leave our bedroom door slightly ajar. Though not obvious, it was enough for Layla to hear our voices and know what we were doing. Matthew soon came out of the bathroom. Then, we didn’t finish until late into the night. He kissed me contentedly before casually tossing the condom into the trash can. I looked toward the door and noticed a silhouette in the gap. Then, I smiled coldly. Layla was indeed outside our bedroom. Just then, Matthew received a call from his company about a business error. He had to return to the office, and I volunteered to walk him downstairs. Matthew hurriedly drove away. At that moment, I took out my phone and checked the home security camera. Layla was rummaging through the trash can in our bedroom. She was truly disgusting! The next morning, Layla messaged me on WhatsApp saying she had reconciled with Carter and moved out of my house. I had anticipated this, so I ignored her and waited for her next move. Sure enough, less than two weeks later, just like in my previous life, Matthew and I received court summons. A police officer came directly to our home and said with contempt, “Matthew, Naomi, you’re suspected of illegal detention and rape. You need to come with us to the police station immediately.” Just like in my previous life, the police gave us no chance to explain, ignored our protests, and took us straight to the station. The media and reporters had already surrounded the police station entrance, with Layla, Carter, and their friends and family standing in the center. Seeing us brought in by the police, she looked extremely pleased, though pretending to be upset. She cried, “Naomi, you’re a monster. To please your husband, you tricked me into your home so he could rape me. You even helped him imprison me!” Carter’s acting was even better than Layla’s. “Naomi, my wife genuinely considered you a friend. How could you do something so horrible? I should kill you.” The police quickly stepped in to stop him, while the reporters around us were furious. One man said, “They’re such bastards to do something like this!” A woman agreed, “Naomi is inhuman, hurting even her own friend. She’s shameless!” Another man angrily added, “They’re a pair of scumbags. That poor girl.” Just like in my previous life, Matthew’s face turned red with anger. “You’re all insane! I didn’t rape her—she’s been constantly trying to seduce me. Her face is surgically altered. I find her repulsive.” Hearing his words, Layla cried, “Matthew, I knew you wouldn’t admit it. But I have crucial evidence—I’m pregnant. All I need is an amniocentesis to test the baby’s DNA, and we’ll know who the father is.” Her statement excited the crowd even more. They praised her for being brave and clever, knowing how to fight for herself. The police agreed and immediately contacted a medical team for DNA testing. Within two hours, the results were ready. At this moment, Carter and Layla were extremely smug, barely able to contain their smiles. But after opening the test results, the officer responsible for announcing them froze in place. “The DNA comparison shows that the father of this child is…” he said in shock, his voice cracking. “Nathan Johnson?”

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My academically averse sister, Alayna James, suddenly decided to apply for college and convinced our parents to marry me, Sienna James, off to Colonel Dylan Webber’s son, Austin Webber, planning to use the wedding gifts to fund her education. I knew it then—she had been reborn too. In my previous life, Alayna thought education was useless and married Austin right after high school graduation, enticed by the generous gifts he offered. Later, when Austin was reassigned to Adak, Alayna refused to follow him, complaining about the harsh environment. Meanwhile, I worked my way through college, secured a stable job, and moved into the city. Alayna began accepting bribes in the military district using Dylan’s name, which led to Dylan being investigated and ultimately punished by his superiors, resulting in Ella Webber, Austin’s mother, throwing her out. After the divorce, Alayna was tricked into stock trading in Los Angeles, and when the market crashed, she lost all the money our parents, Gavin James and Natalia James, had saved. Desperate, she came after me, threatening me with a knife to hand over my savings and house, hoping to use that money to recover. In the chaos, I was stabbed twelve times and died from blood loss. When I opened my eyes again, Alayna was convincing our parents to marry me off to Austin. I gladly accepted and immediately dropped out of school. “He’s the colonel’s son! What a great opportunity. If Sienna hadn’t brought them food back then, do you think you’d have this marriage prospect?” “So what if his father is a colonel? Austin is just a recruit now. If I hurry and get into college, I can work in the city later. Finding a rich boyfriend will be much easier then.” Gavin and Natalia kept trying to persuade her, but Alayna wouldn’t listen. Ten Christmases ago, when Austin and Ella first arrived at our farm, they were emaciated and nearly dying. No one dared approach them except me, who secretly brought them food and cotton clothes in the middle of the night. Because of this, the first thing Austin and Ella did after returning to the city was to propose to my family. In my previous life, Alayna took credit for my good deed. Since it was dark, Ella couldn’t see my face clearly and only asked which family’s child I was. Gavin and Natalia insisted that it was Alayna, their favorite daughter, who had delivered the supplies. I watched helplessly as Alayna married Austin and enjoyed her moment of glory. Gavin said, “College costs money. We’re poor—how are we supposed to pay for your education?” He slammed the table in anger, making it shake. Alayna replied, “Then let Sienna marry Austin. Ask his family for more money, and that’ll cover my college tuition.” Alayna knew that marrying Austin meant following him to Adak, likely never to return, yet she deliberately pushed me into it. She walked over to my spaghetti, snatched the book from my hands, the edges of the pages painfully scraping my palm. She said, “I’ve already told the teacher to cancel your enrollment. Give me your textbooks and workbooks—you won’t need school anymore.” She was informing me, not asking for my opinion. I looked up to meet Alayna’s gaze and smiled, “Sure.” Natalia, seeing Alayna’s determination, sighed. “You really won’t listen to reason. You’ll regret this later!” Then she turned to me. “You’re getting a great deal! When you marry into the Webber family, remember to introduce boyfriends to your sister. Forget about recruits like Austin—your sister will go to college, she should marry a lieutenant at least!” Gavin and Natalia were always like this, thinking of Alayna first whenever something good happened. They felt I didn’t deserve anything. Just because when I was born, Natalia was in pain for three whole days and nearly died in childbirth. Since I was little, Gavin and Natalia called me a disaster. So whenever Alayna bullied me, Gavin and Natalia thought she was avenging them. This time, sending away the “disaster” while earning tuition money for Alayna seemed like a good deal to Gavin and Natalia. They quickly responded to the matchmaker, saying they would double the originally agreed wedding gift amount, and the marriage was settled. The matchmaker agreed while rolling her eyes. As she left, I overheard her muttering, “All this fuss over the kindness of one meal—this family has no shame!”

The Austin family received word from the matchmaker, and although reluctant, they grudgingly agreed. That evening, gifts arrived at my home. Alayna paraded around the village wearing her expensive watch, head held high with pride. Gavin and Natalia counted the $1,200 over and over again. Yet their gift to me was merely a piece of old fabric. I stayed up all night using the sewing machine the Webber family sent to quickly make a shirt and a dress. Alayna mocked me from the side: “Is this for you? You’re about to get married and won’t be part of our family anymore. If you break this sewing machine, what will my mom use to make new clothes for me?” I cut the last thread and silently returned to my room. Seeing her blank test papers spread out, a cold smile appeared on my lips. I thought, “Alayna, you have no idea how much effort it takes to study in the city.” In my previous life, because of the village’s poor education, there were no teachers who understood the SAT. Gavin and Natalia wanted me to come home and farm, but I refused to accept that fate. I persistently sought help from visiting teachers in the village. After the teachers returned to the city, no one could teach me anymore. I relied on a pair of worn-out shoes to walk four miles to town to borrow study materials. During my free time, I sat under trees, buried in books. I either worked or studied, which is how I got accepted into the city’s top university. Gavin and Natalia loved to brag, never mentioning my hard work, only claiming I got into university after barely glancing at the textbooks. Alayna actually believed them, thinking she was a genius who could easily get into college with minimal effort. She clutched my workbooks thinking they were some kind of cheat code, not realizing that without determination to endure hardship, no one could escape this dream-devouring family. Soon, the day of my wedding to Austin arrived. Austin’s parents booked a restaurant in the city. My parents had never been to the city before, and Alayna looked at their timid demeanor with disgust. She said, “This is just a small restaurant. I’ve seen much more luxurious places.” Indeed, compared to the lavish lifestyle she had lived in her previous life through bribery, this was nothing. Though modest, the wedding was properly arranged. Ella held my hand apologetically and said, “Sienna, we originally wanted to make it more elaborate, but we gathered the wedding gifts in a hurry and couldn’t afford more. Please understand.” I smiled and said it was fine, but Alayna looked dissatisfied. “People would throw money at you with just a casual request. Who are you trying to fool by pretending to be poor?” As Ella was about to retort, a commotion erupted outside the private room. Someone shouted, “Austin, don’t be stubborn! The bride’s family is all here. You can’t just call off the wedding. Where will your father put his face?” Austin wanted to back out of the marriage? Ella’s expression changed dramatically as she went to check the situation. I didn’t remember much about Austin, but he was a man of integrity. In my previous life, even when he was transferred to Adak with its harsh environment, and Alayna refused to go with him, he never complained. Later, when Alayna got into trouble for embezzling money using Dylan’s name, Austin, out of gratitude and consideration for their marriage, gave her a settlement during their divorce. He had always valued relationships and loyalty; he would never call off a wedding like this. I stared at the door of the private room as it kept opening and closing, with Austin’s friends rushing out one by one to persuade him. Through the gap in the door, I vaguely saw his face, more rugged and determined than when he was young. Austin said, “No matter what, I cannot marry this harbinger of disaster! I can repay the debt of gratitude, but this bride—I absolutely cannot marry her today!” He actually called me a “harbinger of disaster”? My heart ached sharply as a cold feeling spread through me.

Alayna burst into laughter when she heard this. “Sienna, I can’t believe your reputation as a jinx has already reached your husband’s ears!” she said. After a brief pause, she lowered her voice with a hint of mockery, “A jinx and a loser—truly a match made in heaven.” I clenched my fists, my knuckles making a slight cracking sound. Austin was pushed through the door by several friends, looking reluctant. Alayna stood up straight with her arms crossed when she saw him enter. With her tall figure, she always stood out in a crowd. However, Austin ignored everyone else, his eyes fixed only on me. I stared at his chiseled features, momentarily stunned. Up close, his handsome, stern face was even more striking than the movie stars on posters. No wonder Alayna never failed to mention how good-looking Austin was whenever she brought him up. Austin noticed the corsage on my chest that matched his boutonniere exactly, immediately realizing the bride had been switched. His thick eyebrows furrowed as he blurted out, “Why is it you? Wasn’t I supposed to marry Alayna?” Alayna, already displeased about being upstaged, didn’t hesitate to strike back. “Who would want to marry a rookie like you? You should know your place—you’re not good enough for me!” she snapped. She then smoothed her two braids, lifted her chin, and turned her face away. Austin’s expression changed slightly, clearly realizing he had said the wrong thing. I spoke calmly, “You said you wanted to marry the girl who saved you back then. That was me.” Austin’s gaze froze, his chest visibly rising and falling as he stared at me with unusual intensity, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time. “I know,” he said. I widened my eyes in shock, a bold guess flashing through my mind. He continued, “I’m sorry. Let’s continue with the wedding. I want to marry her!” Everyone was confused by Austin’s reaction. Ella quickly said, “Look how excited he is! He’s completely disoriented! What a softie!” Austin suddenly shed his rebellious attitude, a blush spreading from his neck to his cheeks. Alayna muttered something and returned to her seat with a cold snort. The rest of the wedding proceeded smoothly. However, near the end, Alayna mentioned that the study environment in the village wasn’t good and asked Austin to find her a tutor in the city. At this request, Austin visibly showed his reluctance to deal with her and remained silent. Ella, however, readily agreed, “Since you’ve asked, we’ll definitely help.” She then arranged for Alayna to stay at a test prep center. Before Gavin and Natalia left, they repeatedly instructed me, “Now that you’re married, don’t forget about our family. Make sure to bring back plenty of good things from Austin’s home for your sister, and don’t let her get too tired.” “Prepare three meals a day and deliver them to her, and come back to wash her clothes.” “Your sister’s exam is important—taking care of her is your real duty!” Alayna lounged on the bed, eating snacks with a smug expression. “Did you hear that? Don’t think you’re special just because you married into the Dylan family. No matter where you go, you’re destined to be my servant!” Gavin and Natalia nodded in agreement, saying Alayna was right and that I shouldn’t forget my roots. I swallowed my anger without arguing back. For the next two weeks, I shuttled back and forth between the test prep center and the Dylan house. Seeing how hard I was working, Austin arranged for the family’s housekeeper to deliver meals instead. But Alayna threw a plate in front of the housekeeper. “Go back and tell Sienna not to act high and mighty with me! If I hadn’t given her the opportunity to marry Austin, she’d still be doing chores at home.” When Austin heard about this, he was furious and wanted to send her back to the village to defend me. But Alayna mocked him to his face, “Austin, don’t be so smug. Be careful or you might get deployed to some wasteland in Adak and never return.” “Tsk, you might even die there.” In my previous life, I had heard stories about Austin while living in the city. Adak was where he met his end, and they never even brought his remains back. Austin glared at Alayna, his whole body trembling, seemingly with a thousand words he wanted to say. I dragged him home, and it was the first time he lost his temper in front of me. “Why are you taking her side instead of mine?” I was speechless, a strange atmosphere spreading between us. It wasn’t the right time yet; I needed to wait a little longer. On the last day of the SAT, I was more nervous than Alayna. It was also the day Austin’s transfer orders would be issued. Alayna walked into the exam room confidently, saying to me, “Sienna, after today, let’s see what you have to be so proud of!” Gavin and Natalia watched her go with high expectations, as if Alayna would be accepted into college just hours later. I was so nervous that my palms were sweating. When I turned around, Austin was calling my name from across the street, waving a folder with a bright red seal clearly visible. My heart skipped a beat.

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On Christmas Eve, my grandfather Paul Walsh’s experimental field suddenly suffered a severe pest infestation. We booked last-minute flights to handle the situation, but at the airport, we encountered celebrity Chloe Michell who had chartered the entire plane for herself. She completely ignored our requests and even had her bodyguards roughly force us off the aircraft. Not only that, but she also sneered mockingly: “Sorry, but I need to rush to the Christmas tree lighting ceremony where many fans are waiting to see me! Who do you think you are? If you died in some corner, nobody would even notice!” The airport staff actually took her side, urging us to back down: “She’s a big star with appointments to keep. Why are you making trouble? Just apologize and get out of here! Otherwise, she could crush you with one finger!” I felt both angry and incredulous. Paul was the director of a national laboratory, officially appointed to lead a major rice improvement project, yet he was being treated as insignificant by some entertainer. At that moment, a bodyguard picked up Paul’s suitcase and slammed it down violently, hitting him hard on the shoulder. He fell to the ground but still clutched tightly to the research papers that had fallen out of his suitcase. Those were the scientific proposals he had written during sleepless nights at his desk, skipping meals—the crystallization of multiple Christmases worth of hard work. I remember Paul telling me with an empty stomach but a smile on his face: “With this proposal, improved rice can yield over two hundred more pounds per acre. I want to help more people have enough to eat!” However, Chloe looked at Paul with contempt and mocked: “Look at the junk in your suitcase! Reading glasses, patched-up clothes, and some crumpled papers! Is this the standard of a so-called laboratory director? “If you’re so capable, why don’t you charter a plane like me? Why are you flying economy? Don’t lie if you can’t afford it, you shameless old man!” I was furious. Paul chose to fly economy to save money for the national scientific research fund, yet he was being slandered like this. I couldn’t help rushing forward to defend him: “This is my grandfather’s work ID. He’s in charge of a key project at a national laboratory! If you don’t believe me, you can call to verify. “We need this flight because our experimental field is suffering from a pest infestation! “If we can’t get back in time to save it, the rice will die on a massive scale, and our team’s work of over three Christmases will be destroyed, along with wasted government funding.” However, Chloe didn’t even glance at the ID and ordered her bodyguards to push me aside. She said: “Don’t come near me! I’m wearing a custom-made dress worth millions of dollars. You people can’t even afford to charter a plane—if you stain my clothes, could you pay for it? “You want to fly on the same plane as me? I bet you’re just paparazzi! Faking identities to intimidate me? No way!” Paul and I were desperate. Almost all Christmas Eve flights had already departed, with everyone returning home to reunite with their families. Yet we were forcibly removed from the last flight because Chloe had chartered it at the last minute! Paul, clutching his injured shoulder and sweating profusely, still humbly pleaded: “Young lady, you’re a big star, certainly more successful than me, able to earn big money. “But could you please show some mercy to this old man? “Please, let us board the plane! My granddaughter and I promise we won’t disturb you!” To save the rice crop and the national research results, Paul was willing to set aside his personal dignity. But Chloe remained unmoved: “No! Playing the victim won’t work. If you weren’t trying to secretly photograph me, why would you be so desperate? Can’t you just fly tomorrow?” She wouldn’t listen to any reason. With no other option, I dialed my superior’s number, hoping to request official transportation arrangements to catch up with our schedule. But as soon as I took out my phone, Chloe immediately shrieked: “She’s taking pictures of me! Smash her phone! And check if that old man is hiding a camera! “Absolutely don’t let them take photos to share online, and don’t let them contact anyone!”

My phone was slapped out of my hand by a security guard, crashing to the ground with its screen instantly cracking. The call I had just connected was abruptly cut off. Paul’s old, paint-chipped phone was stomped on even more viciously, completely destroyed beyond use. We had lost our means of contacting our superiors. Every second of delay increased the risk of the rice in the experimental field withering away. Realizing this, Paul’s voice began to tremble. “What are we going to do? The country is waiting for our results—this is the hope for so many impoverished people to have enough to eat! If we have to restart the experiment, it will take another three years. “I’m already in my seventies. How many more three-year periods do I have left in my life? I just wanted to contribute one more time to our country while I still can move around. Why is that so difficult?” Paul was in tears. Meanwhile, the airport staff around us were mocking him. Some of them had even grown up eating the rice he had helped improve. “Look at this old man, looking so shabby, actually thinking he’s some big shot? Probably just delusional. How embarrassing!” they whispered among themselves, laughing continuously. At that moment, General Manager Allan Barnes was drawn over by the commotion. He asked, “What’s going on? Why are you all gathered here?” I quickly called out, “Mr. Allan, please help us. My grandfather and I are rushing to participate in a national project. Could you possibly make an exception and arrange another flight?” But in the next second, Allan started yelling at me, “What the hell is wrong with you people? Weren’t you supposed to get Ms. Michell off the plane and escort her away? Why is she still hanging around here?” I was stunned, anger rising within me. I slammed my ID badge into Allan’s chest and furiously demanded, “Are you trying to obstruct national scientific research too? “Look carefully—my grandfather is the director of a national-level laboratory! Are you illiterate? Why don’t you make a phone call to verify?” My voice was hoarse and urgent. Allan was momentarily taken aback by my emotion and hesitantly pulled out his phone. But Chloe casually remarked, “Just forged credentials, what’s there to look at? Do you really need to verify?” Allan immediately stuffed his phone back into his pocket and sneered, “Hmph, I almost fell for your trick.” I was nearly livid with rage. Just because Chloe was a celebrity, people blindly worshipped her, even willing to turn right and wrong upside down for her! “Ms. Michell, don’t worry, I’ll drive these scammers away right now. Since she refuses to leave, the airport just got some new police dogs—big and fierce ones.” Allan picked up his walkie-talkie to call for someone to bring the dogs over. Chloe smiled with satisfaction. “Very good, Mr. Barnes. I’ll send your daughter an autographed photo of mine later. “But make absolutely sure this damn paparazzi doesn’t take any photos of me and create more negative publicity for me.” Allan bowed and scraped with even more enthusiasm. He pointed at Paul and me, saying, “Both of you, take off your clothes! I suspect you’re carrying dangerous items and need to conduct a body search!” This was utterly absurd! I hugged my arms in horror, while Paul’s eyes were filled with despair. He had dedicated his entire life to serving his country and people, pouring his heart into scientific research. Now, this professor who deserved respect was being humiliated like this. In the cold wind, Paul couldn’t help but start coughing. He was thinly dressed, having only focused on rushing to the experimental field to save the rice, forgetting even to grab a coat on his way out. Paul was old now, suffering from rheumatism developed during years of harsh rural scientific work, which caused him excruciating pain in winter. If the airport staff forced him to remove his clothes, he wouldn’t be able to handle it. “You’re going to kill my grandfather!” I cried out in anguish, standing protectively in front of Paul. But Allan impatiently urged, “Hurry up! My wife and daughter are waiting for me to come home for dinner.” He smacked his lips smugly and said, “Hey, my wife tells me the new rice we bought makes especially fragrant meals.” What he didn’t know was that the rice he was using had been developed by Paul himself. Other staff members joined in, hurling insults at us. “Damn paparazzi, hurry up and strip! I need to go see the Christmas tree lighting ceremony with my family. I’m especially looking forward to Ms. Michell’s performance…” As they cursed, they eagerly unleashed the dogs. The vicious dogs lunged wildly toward Paul and me.

I felt an excruciating pain shooting through my calf, which was now a bloody mess. The sound of gnawing teeth mingled with Paul’s desperate cries for help, but no one came to our rescue. In desperation, I had a flash of inspiration and shouted, “Murder! You’re really ruthless! Let the dogs bite harder—that’ll make the video more explosive when it gets out. By tomorrow, Chloe’s scandal will be everywhere, and you’ll all be blacklisted!” Since Chloe feared paparazzi and scandals, I decided to hit her where it hurt. Sure enough, she ordered her men to stop and pull the dogs back. She snarled through gritted teeth, “So you were taking secret photos of me! How much do you want to keep quiet? Consider it money for your coffin.” I continued my act: “Listen carefully—let me and my grandfather leave safely, and I’ll contact you later about the money. Otherwise, the video goes public immediately! “Do you think the show directors will still let you participate in the Christmas tree lighting ceremony when a scandal breaks about you bullying people? “If the event goes wrong, will your career survive?” Chloe’s face instantly turned pale. Reluctantly, she waved her hand, signaling her men to let us through. Limping with blood streaming from my feet, I roughly pushed past Allan who stood in front of us. I said, “Get out of my way! Just because you run a private airport in this small town and can close the gates doesn’t mean you’re above the law!” Paul supported me as I could barely stand, and we made our way out of the airport step by step. His eyes filled with tears, looking increasingly desperate. He said, “It’s Christmas Eve—everyone’s gone home. We can’t even flag down a car to take you to the hospital! And we can’t borrow a phone to contact headquarters for help. “Everything is ruined! It’s all ruined!” Suddenly, a car came speeding toward us, stopping right in front of us! “Lucas, what are you doing here?” Paul exclaimed. Research scientist Lucas Perkins helped Paul and me into the car while explaining. Apparently, Paul had planned to return by plane, but when his phone call suddenly disconnected and couldn’t be reached again, headquarters worried something had happened and sent Lucas, who was in a nearby county, to check on the situation at the airport. If the plane was delayed, they would arrange to requisition a courier plane, and this car would take us directly to board it. Paul, filled with guilt, said, “I’ve caused trouble for both the country and you. You probably haven’t even had time to eat.” Lucas laughed heartily, “A quick bite was enough. As researchers, we need to be ready whenever the country needs us!” Paul nodded in agreement, but as he described our experience at the airport, Lucas gripped the steering wheel so tightly it creaked. He solemnly said, “Mr. Walsh, don’t worry. My phone has been on the whole time, and headquarters has heard about your situation. They will definitely get justice for you. “Someone like Chloe who doesn’t deserve her position—and she calls herself a star? She dares to appear at the Christmas tree lighting ceremony? She’ll only pollute everyone’s eyes!” I refused Lucas’s suggestion to take me to the hospital first. The experimental field’s treatment couldn’t be delayed because of me, which would cause losses to the country. As a rice researcher, at this critical moment, the country needed my contribution more. Afterward, Lucas accompanied us onto the plane, saying official personnel would escort us upon arrival. However, two hours later when we disembarked, we happened to encounter Chloe also arriving at the airport. She spotted us immediately and shrieked, “It’s you paparazzi again! First you blackmailed me with photos, and now you’re still following me around, taking secret pictures and fabricating scandals!” Her outburst instantly drew a crowd of fans who rushed toward Paul and me. Chloe’s fans who had come to pick her up began shouting angrily. “How dare you paparazzi harass Chloe! Don’t you know she’s performing at the Christmas tree lighting ceremony tonight? Her career is about to take off!” “That’s right, no one can interfere with Chloe’s career! Let’s grab these people, search them, strip them naked, and throw them out! We absolutely cannot let those scandalous photos get leaked.” I felt utterly miserable. On a night that should be about family reunions, these people had abandoned their loved ones to blindly worship a celebrity, even becoming manipulated accomplices. I stepped forward, trying to stop them. “Back off! Or I’ll release all the dirt I have on Chloe and ruin her reputation!” But this tactic no longer worked. Chloe’s manager, Elaina Walker, attacked from behind with her bodyguards, pinning me down. Elaina coldly whispered in my ear, “Chloe wanted me to tell you that she’s already taken care of the media. Even if you gave them your footage for free, no one would report it. She was looking for someone to teach you a lesson, and here you are, delivering yourself right to us. Perfect timing—she specifically called these fans to deal with you, strip you naked, and take some photos to post online. How does that sound?” I trembled with rage, and as I struggled, the wound on my leg reopened, bleeding profusely. Paul stumbled and fell in the crowd, then got up again, desperately crawling toward me, trying to save me. Elaina snorted, “Chloe specifically instructed that if you don’t cooperate with the photos, we should beat you severely, break your limbs!” I quickly begged, “But my grandfather is an old man! He can’t withstand this kind of violence. Beat me if you must, beat me to death if you want, but please don’t hurt him!” Paul had always dreamed of seeing his improved rice varieties yield a bountiful harvest. If he couldn’t save his rice fields because of this incident, he would die with regrets. However, Chloe walked over and sneered in my ear, “So what if he’s old? I have plenty of money. I can afford a few lives.” Then she further incited her fans to attack us. “My darlings, I’ve worked so hard for many Christmases, and finally have the chance to perform at the Christmas tree lighting ceremony, but my competitors hired people to take photos to smear me! But I can’t personally teach these bastards a lesson, or I’ll be accused of bullying! What should I do?” As long as Chloe didn’t act personally, everything could be blamed on her fans. And there were always some fools who acted impulsively, immediately punching and kicking Paul. Lucas tried desperately to stop them but was violently pushed down and trampled. I watched in horror as Paul was kicked to the ground, coughing continuously, while someone prepared to deliver a heavy kick to his head. I frantically broke free from the bodyguards and threw myself over Paul to protect him. In that instant, a sharp pain shot through the back of my head, as if my skull was about to split open. My consciousness began to fade, but the blows continued to rain down on us like a storm, and Paul’s cries grew more agonizing. Just then, Chloe smugly announced, “Alright, I’m off to the Christmas tree lighting ceremony now.” However, the next moment, a familiar voice interrupted her—it was Sheriff Elijah Martin. He said, “Ms. Michell, you won’t be going. As a criminal, the Christmas tree lighting ceremony committee has decided to cancel your performance. You’ve harmed national scientific talent, and now you need to come with us to the police station!”

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When I was three months pregnant, my husband Carson Moore, an internationally renowned director, canceled our marriage registration plans for the ninth time because of his artist Sarah Jacobs. The first time, Sarah sprained her ankle while accepting an award, and he rushed to the hospital, leaving me alone at the city hall. The second time, Sarah got sick from food poisoning, and he pushed me out of the car without hesitation, leaving without looking back. Every time we planned to get married, Sarah would have some kind of emergency. Finally, I decided to terminate the pregnancy and return to my country to get away from it all. However, after I returned to New York, he began desperately begging me to come back. ***** Carson and I have been in love for ten Christmases and married for two, yet he still hasn’t officially registered our marriage. Today, as his film’s box office broke five billion dollars, he finally promised to register our marriage to celebrate this achievement. But when I was cornered and slapped by his and Sarah’s fans at the movie theater, he was at the roadshow event, tearfully thanking Sarah, calling her his muse who had provided him with endless inspiration for many Christmases. I walked into the theater with my swollen cheek, and he merely glanced at me coldly, saying, “Your face is so swollen, it’s embarrassing to be seen. Get out now!” His assistant, unable to bear it, quietly reminded him, “Your wife is pregnant.” He scoffed contemptuously, “It’s not like I wanted this child. She got pregnant, what does that have to do with me?” I stared at him in shock. My health was already poor. To conceive this child, I had daily injections at the hospital until my body was exhausted. I suffered from insomnia, lost handfuls of hair, and my once healthy body now left me breathless after walking just a few steps. Yet now he claimed he didn’t want the child. But with so many people around, I swallowed my objections to protect his reputation. However, after the roadshow, when I brought up our marriage registration again, he glared at me viciously: “When do I have time? Sarah isn’t feeling well, I need to take her to the hospital first.” I desperately grabbed his wrist, but he had anticipated this and forcefully pushed me to the ground, completely disregarding our unborn child’s safety. He walked away from the scene, holding Sarah’s hand. Watching his resolute back, instead of breaking down as onlookers expected, I gave a cold smile: “Of course, Ms. Jacobs’ health is more important, don’t let me delay you.” Carson thought he had misheard. After all, in the past, whenever Sarah was involved, I would scream and shout like someone out of control. My calmness now clearly caught him off guard. He said, “Go home early, I’ll have dinner with you tonight.” I thought to myself: “Is this how you brush me off? What am I to you, really?” He drove away, disappearing from my sight. I clearly saw Sarah sitting in the passenger seat, smiling smugly at me. That was her designated seat, even labeled with her name. Whenever I tried to sit there, Carson would rage: “You don’t deserve it. This is Sarah’s seat, can’t you see? Get in the back!” With all these little incidents piling up, I guess everyone respected Sarah’s position more than mine. I gently caressed my slightly swollen belly, murmuring, “Baby, don’t blame me. I don’t want you to be born into a loveless family.” It’s one thing for me to suffer. I can’t let my child suffer too. My gaze fell on the ill-fitting ring on my finger, and I shook my head. I thought: “This marriage should have ended long ago.”

In the evening, I lay on the hospital operating table, clutching the cold abortion consent form in my hand. My good friend Alice Fields stood beside me, her eyes filled with hesitation and concern. “Are you really sure about this? You’ve put so much effort into having this baby, and Christmas has been to the hospital so many times.” She had accompanied me to the hospital countless times these past Christmases and knew exactly how much I had sacrificed to get pregnant. Yet now, I was about to end his life with my own hands. I shook my head gently, my gaze forlorn yet determined. “I don’t regret my decision. This is the best outcome possible.” Alice sighed. “Your husband will definitely be angry when he finds out. You two used to be the model couple at school, people still talk about your story.” I didn’t answer, just silently fingered the paper in my hand. The beautiful past had ultimately become just that—the past. People always need to learn to move forward. After the surgery, I dragged my weakened body home and pushed open the door. As expected, Carson still hadn’t returned. I sat exhausted on the sofa, but my hand accidentally touched something soft. In the dim light, I picked it up and saw it was an unfamiliar piece of women’s lingerie—black lace, elegantly designed. What they had done was obvious. My stomach churned, and I couldn’t help but retch. Sarah was known for her attention to detail. Unless she wanted to deliberately provoke me, she wouldn’t have made such a basic mistake. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, then dialed a familiar number. “Hello, Mom, I’m taking your advice and coming back to New York.” Back then, I had stubbornly defied my parents’ objections and flown to England to marry Carson. I had promised everyone we would be happy together. But reality was cruel. Fortunately, it wasn’t too late to change course. If there was no place for me here, I would go somewhere more suitable. That night, Carson still didn’t come home. Early the next morning, just as I woke up, he pushed open the door and said, “Where’s breakfast? What do you do all day at home? You can’t even make me breakfast?” I didn’t move, just stared blankly at the prominent red mark on his neck. When we were dating, he had complained countless times that I shouldn’t leave marks on him. Yet now, he allowed another woman to flaunt her territory so brazenly. Apparently, he didn’t hate being marked—he just hated that it was me who did it. Seeing no reaction from me, his tone grew increasingly irritated. “What’s wrong with you? Are you angry because I didn’t come home? Business is like this—I need to keep investors happy!” I remained calm. He was explaining himself because he sensed my displeasure. But he had never bothered to explain himself to me before. Carson was clearly angered by my attitude. “I’m talking to you!” I finally spoke, my voice detached, “I’m listening.” For some reason, my cold demeanor infuriated him even more. “I work hard for this family, what are you angry about?” I couldn’t be bothered to argue with him anymore. “If you don’t like it, you can leave.” I didn’t want to waste any more time or energy on this topic. Originally, I had planned to tell him about the abortion, but now, amid our argument, it all seemed pointless. He got up with a cold expression and slammed the door shut as he left, the deafening sound making the whole house tremble. In that moment, I suddenly remembered when we first got together. Back then, knowing I had claustrophobia, he would never leave me alone. But now, he frequently didn’t come home at night. The clock ticked loudly, sounding particularly harsh in the silent room. I looked around at the house we had built together, my feelings complicated.

I struggled to put everything in order, my body so weak after the miscarriage that I could barely stand. My vision kept darkening, and I had to lean against the wall just to keep from falling. Alice called me repeatedly, but I didn’t answer. She was so worried that she rushed into my home, panting as she asked, “Why aren’t you responding to my messages? I’ve been waiting for you! I thought you were upset because of that psycho Carson.” I asked in confusion, “Upset about what?” Alice angrily opened a video and handed it to me. It was filmed by our friends at the bar. In the dim lighting, at the center of the dance floor, Carson and Sarah’s bodies were tightly intertwined, their lips meeting occasionally—looking every bit like a loving couple. The video captured our friend’s furious voice: “I’ve never seen such a shameless man! Sienna is at home waiting for him, and he’s here at the bar getting tangled up with another woman!” Alice looked at me with concern: “We ran into them by chance. I didn’t realize they’d become so bold. Today is your anniversary, for God’s sake!” Anniversary? Her reminder suddenly hit me. Ten years ago today, on the school field, Carson had lit candles and played guitar as he confessed his love to me, promising to treat me well forever and never disappoint me. I wondered, “If he knew what would happen later, what would he think?” Stirring my coffee, I smiled faintly. “What anniversary? Don’t forget, we never officially got married. He’s free to do whatever he wants. I have no right to interfere.” Alice’s eyes widened. “What are you saying? Aren’t you two married?” “We never got a marriage certificate,” I replied, my tone as calm as if I were telling someone else’s story. Many people probably wouldn’t believe that Carson and I had a child together yet weren’t even legally married. My ten years of waiting had been rewarded with disappointment for the tenth time. At eleven that night, I sat at home eating our anniversary cake, which had long gone cold. This was the last memento I’d buy for our absurd relationship. Suddenly, Carson pushed open the door. Seeing me sitting silently at the dining table, he approached irritably, seemingly looking for a fight. But when he noticed my bare finger, all his anger instantly vanished, replaced by shock: “Where’s our wedding ring?” As the cake’s sweetness dissolved in my mouth, I smiled. “It gets in the way when I’m doing housework, so I took it off.” Though still suspicious, he didn’t press further. He took out an expensive necklace and hung it around my neck, saying, “I’ve been too busy with work lately and have neglected you, but I always remembered what day it is. Don’t be angry anymore.” The light shone on that dazzling jewel, but I felt dazed. I thought, “How ridiculous—a man who remembers our anniversary was passionately kissing another woman at a bar just half an hour ago.” “Do you like it?” he asked, somewhat nervously. “Of course I do, honey. You’re so good to me,” I replied, still wearing that innocent smile. I would have liked it more if it hadn’t been identical to the one around Sarah’s neck. Five minutes earlier, Sarah had updated her Twitter, with this very necklace prominently displayed. Seeing that I apparently wasn’t angry, he finally relaxed. “Sarah is flying to France soon to receive a major international award. I’m worried she’ll be nervous going alone, so I’m planning to accompany her. Could you book a hotel for us? Funds are limited, so one room should be enough.” He seemed to realize his words were inappropriate and avoided my eyes, drinking water to hide his embarrassment. No wonder he suddenly remembered to give me a gift—he was trading it for my dignity.

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Reborn again, this time I perfectly avoided all interactions with my husband, Victor Jensen. When he persuaded me to become a housewife after graduation, I secretly applied for graduate school. When he decided to use our money to support his first love, Linda Murphy, I quietly transferred funds from our accounts. When Victor said he was ready to marry me, I chose to run away. In my previous life, Linda and I gave birth on the same day, and he switched our babies. My child died young, while I raised Linda’s child to adulthood. One Christmas, they pushed me off a cliff to my death so they could be a family. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at college graduation Christmas. ***** “Happy graduation!” My hands were suddenly filled with various kitchen items. I was momentarily dazed and dropped everything on the ground. The woman in front of me said unhappily, “Elizabeth, what are you doing? These are kitchenware I carefully prepared for you two, perfect for newlyweds!” Victor’s mother, Amy Brooks, continued to criticize me while I was still immersed in the shock of being reborn. I checked the date and realized today was the last day to apply for graduate school. “Are you even listening to me? How will you take care of Victor like this?” At the mention of Victor, the image of a football team captain immediately appeared in my mind. In my previous life, I thought I was lucky to have caught him. He was handsome, academically excellent, a former quarterback for the school football team, and talented at composing—any song he wrote would become popular on the campus radio. Now Victor wanted to become a doctor and was immediately noticed by a professor at Harvard Medical School, who took him as a student. Everyone envied my engagement to him, but only I knew he was a selfish bastard. Thinking about what Victor had done in my previous life, I clenched my fists and forced a smile. I said, “Please go home first, I have something to take care of.” Ignoring Amy’s calls, I rushed straight to an internet café off campus. My roommate was stunned when she saw me quickly open the graduate school application system and asked if I hadn’t decided to be a housewife. I smiled and answered, “It’s the 21st century now. I can’t be constrained by marriage. Pursuing graduate studies and my own career is my goal!” Perhaps not expecting such a sudden change, my roommate looked at me with approval. After completing the form, I finally breathed a sigh of relief and returned to campus. In my previous life, I had followed Victor’s advice and became a housewife after graduation, using the large inheritance my parents left me. With my support, he had no worries and went straight into hospital internship after graduation, later rising quickly with the professor’s backing. He was transferred to a city hospital, and Linda followed him to the city, while I was left in the suburbs. When we met again, it was during my childbirth. Linda and I were placed in the same delivery room, and I watched Victor comfort and care for Linda. Yet when I just wanted water, he found it troublesome and told me to get it myself. I was heartbroken but thought I would devote myself to raising my child once he was born. I watched my child, Bob Jensen, grow from an adorable baby learning to talk to a young man who became increasingly impatient with me, not even willing to come home for Thanksgiving. I thought Bob was just too busy with work, until that Christmas when I was sixty-five, I discovered the truth. Victor, Bob, and Linda had been living together all along. I rushed forward to confront them, and Bob immediately stood in front of them, pushing me hard. Bob said, “Mom, you should just stay quietly in the nursing home. Why do you have to ruin our holiday gathering? I don’t want others to know I have a mother who only knows housework and has no vision.” Victor didn’t even look at me, only concerned with comforting Linda, who was crying from the shock. Victor looked at me coldly and said he wanted a divorce.

I don’t want a divorce. I’ve invested my entire life in the Jensen family. I was the one who took care of Victor’s parents when they were sick, while he was out vacationing and enjoying himself. And Bob—I raised him without any help until he was eighteen, when they finally started speaking to each other. Now Bob says I don’t understand anything, that I’m just a country bumpkin. I shouted so loudly that even the neighbors were drawn to the noise, and eventually they reluctantly compromised. Later, the four of us went hiking together, and the three of them tried to push me off a cliff. I desperately clung to Bob’s leg, begging him to save me for the sake of our mother-son bond. He looked at me with disgust and angrily revealed the truth: “You’re not even my real mother. Your biological daughter died at birth, and since my birth mother was too weak to care for me, I became your child.” “If I had a choice, I wouldn’t have wanted to be raised by you at all!” In that moment, I completely let go. I realized that my entire life, I’d been raising someone else’s child. I suddenly regretted giving up my career to become a housewife. In the end, Bob kicked me off the cliff without a second thought. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at graduation day. I had just returned to school when I saw Amy complaining with a frown. Victor didn’t argue, he just remained silent. Linda was there too, gently rubbing Amy’s back to comfort her, then she noticed me. Linda said, “Elizabeth is back. I’m sure she didn’t mean to upset you.” Linda tried to take my hand, saying softly, “Apologize to Amy quickly…” I dodged her hand. Victor looked confused and asked, “What’s wrong with you?” Amy, even more irritated, said, “Just ignore her.” As she spoke, she pulled two bank cards from her pocket and handed one to Victor and one to Linda with a beaming smile. The three of them held hands like family, completely treating me as an outsider. Linda looked up at me and timidly said, “Elizabeth doesn’t have one…” Amy snorted coldly, while Victor, after hearing this, pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket. He said, “She doesn’t need this money, but you do.” “It’s not easy for a girl like you to get by. Take this money.” I had planned to just stand by and watch, but seeing this, I lunged forward to grab the money from his hand. I said, “Victor, you’re giving my money to your ex-girlfriend right in front of me. Did you ask for my permission?” Victor was furious and kept the money out of my reach. He said, “You have so much money, I’m just taking a little bit.” “Linda has no parents and lives alone. How can you be so heartless not to help her?” I was furious. I’m an orphan too. The Jensen family might not have money, but they can’t give mine to others. Linda was frightened to tears by my reaction. “Please don’t fight because of me. If she doesn’t want to give the money, then I won’t take it,” she said, covering her face and running away. Victor immediately chased after her, and after some coaxing in front of me, Linda finally accepted the money. I desperately wanted to follow them but was blocked by Amy. She said, “Our family doesn’t welcome petty women like you!” I couldn’t break free, and eventually Victor came to separate us. He looked at me coldly and said, “Elizabeth, I’m so disappointed in you.” Then he shook his head, seemingly compromising. “If you don’t want me to, I won’t give her money anymore.” I knew they wouldn’t be willing to give up my money. After they left, I immediately went to the bank to handle some business. Victor knew all my bank card PINs. When I checked my balance, I discovered that a lot of money had disappeared without my knowledge. This wasn’t the first time Victor had done this. I immediately changed my bank card PIN, then returned to school to find my advisor, Danielle White. She had been a great mentor to me, and many of the major awards I’d received were thanks to her guidance. Danielle was delighted to hear I wanted to pursue graduate studies, and then asked if I’d like to join her research project at Stanford University. We would be leaving next month. She offered to mentor me for free. I was thrilled. Stanford University was my dream school. I agreed immediately and started researching flights for next month. The ticket prices weren’t high for me. I clasped my hands tightly, thinking excitedly, “Soon, I’ll be free.”

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During the second Christmas of my relationship with Xavier Nelson, his career took a hit and his company went bankrupt. In our toughest times, we squeezed into a cheap apartment, surviving on canned food and instant spaghetti. I stayed by his side throughout, believing our lives would get better. On our 70th day in that apartment, I went to an underground clinic to sell my blood, hoping to raise enough money to help him network. I was excited to surprise him. Just then, Xavier’s former college classmate Sharon Foster suddenly sent me a message: “The link has what you want to see.” It was an exclusive forum for the Christmas elite’s entertainment. A post about me was pinned at the top. With trembling hands, I clicked on it. Inside were photos of me working late nights in our tiny apartment alongside pictures of Xavier living it up at upscale clubs. “This girl is so gullible! Xavier casually mentioned wanting a promotion, and she actually sold her blood to raise money.” “The fifth time, he tricked her into entertaining clients, and she drank so much she ended up in the hospital… The eighth time, he convinced her to mortgage the apartment to support his business venture, and she actually did it… She’s such a fool!” “Xavier said if she could endure fifty deceptions, he’d marry her.” “With just five more to go, will Xavier keep his promise to marry her…” “Five million dollars says she won’t figure it out. This is too entertaining.” ***** On our two-week Christmas anniversary, I stood pale-faced, clutching the bank card in my hand. Today I sold my blood at an underground clinic and finally raised the fifty thousand dollars he needed. Overjoyed, I placed the bank card into a gift box with shaking hands and took out the love letter I’d written while he was away. The letter was filled with all my love for Xavier. For richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, I wanted to stay by his side forever as his wife. Looking at the bank card resting on top of the letter, I smiled. With this fifty thousand dollars, Xavier could secure that business deal. Just as he said, I was looking forward to our happy future together. I couldn’t help imagining how ecstatic he would look when he received the money. I chuckled softly, picturing Xavier moved to tears when reading my handwritten letter. It was almost time for him to return, so I stood up. I had used the extra money from selling blood to buy some beef to make spaghetti for him. What I didn’t expect was that, due to excessive blood loss, I collapsed when I stood up. My knee was bleeding, and I passed out. When I regained consciousness, everything was dark. Xavier hadn’t returned. More than my dizzy head and aching body, I worried something had happened to him. I reached for my phone to call him but suddenly received a message from Sharon. It was a video, the images painfully clear. The man I’d been waiting for was surrounded by scantily clad blonde women, feeding each other champagne. The next moment, Xavier raised his glass and walked toward Sharon with a satisfied smile. The video abruptly ended. My fingers trembled, and my mind went blank. My phone vibrated again. “Seeing you’ve been fooled for so long, I’ll tell you something.” I saw a link appear. “The link has what you want to see.” When I clicked it, a prompt appeared: “Pay $10,000 to view.” But I had given all my money to Xavier. Sharon, as if aware of my predicament, generously transferred me $10,000. I disliked owing favors, but my instinct told me I needed to see the content. I accepted the money and wrote a formal IOU promising to repay her. Yet my fingers still trembled uncontrollably as I entered the payment password. A notification sound rang, and my phone screen lit up. I discovered it was a prank forum.

My breathing became rapid. On the forum’s homepage, a thread about me was pinned at the most prominent position. I clicked on it with trembling hands. In the collaged photos, the left showed me working late in my cramped apartment, while the right showed Xavier enjoying himself at an upscale club. Below were more comparison photos—me eating instant spaghetti, him savoring steak and wine; me walking home in the rain, him relaxing in a luxury car… The post was labeled: [The hottest exposé thread online.] My breathing quickened, but I couldn’t stop myself from reading on. [This girl is so gullible. Xavier said he needed funds, and she went to sell her blood.] [She’s just an ordinary person, yet so money-hungry, now she can only eat instant spaghetti.] [She bought a tiny bit of beef with her blood money to make dinner, how pathetic.] [The fifth time, he tricked her into entertaining clients, she drank too much and ended up in the hospital… The eighth time, he convinced her to mortgage her apartment to support his business, and she actually did it… She’s so stupid!] [Xavier said if she could endure fifty deceptions, he’d marry her.] [With five more to go, will Xavier keep his promise to marry her…] [Five million dollars, I bet she won’t figure it out. This is too entertaining.] This seemed to be a prank forum where Christmas’s elite amused themselves, each comment displaying real names. Looking at those familiar names, I smiled bitterly. So our relationship was just a game. Just then, Sharon messaged me: [How does it feel?] [Gold digger, you’re not worthy of Xavier!] My phone fell to the floor as I realized I was crying. Sharon wasn’t just Xavier’s classmate; they grew up together. During Christmas’s college years, Xavier fell in love with me at first sight, breaking ties with Sharon because of it. This also led to him being suppressed by the Nelson and Foster families, hindering his career and bankrupting his company. [By the way, Xavier won’t be coming home tonight.]

The wound on my knee had scabbed over, but the cheap apartment I rented to save money started leaking during the heavy rain. It felt like a downpour in my heart too. Xavier, just as Sharon had said, didn’t come home all night. When daylight broke, he finally pushed open the door and said guiltily, “Darling, I’m back. I’m sorry, last night’s business dinner ran too late. I didn’t want to wake you, so I slept elsewhere.” Xavier’s expression remained gentle as he hugged me warmly, but I no longer felt that flutter in my heart. Xavier said, “Gabriella, once I get through this busy period, I’ll marry you. We’ll be the happiest couple in the world.” He leaned drunkenly against my shoulder, smiling. He didn’t even ask if I wanted to marry him because he knew I did. “Go to sleep,” I said, patting Xavier’s shoulder. He took off his jacket and crawled under the covers. I stared at the lipstick stain on his jacket, clenching my fists. Xavier didn’t wake up until nearly evening, beckoning me over. “Darling, I’m so hungry,” he said, looking at me pitifully. I said, “I’ll make you some spaghetti.” Xavier rested his chin on his hand, sitting at the dining table, gazing at me lovingly. When I brought over the spaghetti covered in meat sauce, he slowly turned his head toward the package of dry spaghetti sitting on the stove not far away. He lowered his head, twirling the spaghetti with his fork. The next second, Xavier suddenly stood up and hugged me, saying, “Darling, with you, I feel so happy.” Xavier spoke with such sincerity that I almost believed him. I never imagined someone as distinguished as Xavier would stoop to living in such a tiny apartment just to play me. “I’ve gathered enough money.” My sudden words made Xavier freeze. I pulled away from his embrace, picked up the box I’d set aside, and handed it to him. He stared at me carefully for a long time before finally reaching out to take the box. “Darling, if this deal goes through, we’ll have money. Then I can…” Xavier spoke earnestly, looking at me without a trace of guilt. “I don’t want money,” I interrupted seriously, remembering how others called me a gold digger. I said, “Xavier, I’m with you because I love you.” Xavier paused, his eyes flashing with emotions I couldn’t quite read. I said, “If one day you don’t like me anymore, don’t lie to me. Just tell me directly, and I’ll disappear from your life.” Xavier reacted quickly, hugging me with reddened eyes. He said, “Darling, did I do something wrong to make you feel insecure? Don’t worry, those women outside are just for show. Once I make enough money, I’ll give you the grandest wedding in the world. Okay?” Before he could finish, he was interrupted by an urgent phone ringtone. Xavier kissed my forehead reassuringly before answering the call. A sugary female voice came clearly through his phone: “Xavier, when are you coming to see me?” Stunned, Xavier fumbled to hang up the call. But I still saw Sharon’s name on his phone screen. “Don’t misunderstand,” Xavier said awkwardly. I looked at him quietly for a few seconds, then nodded. “I believe you.” The two years of my youth that I’d devoted wholeheartedly turned out to be nothing but a joke. And I was the punchline. Xavier kissed me, then went out again. I sat down and finished the spaghetti he hadn’t eaten. I hadn’t eaten properly in so long that I’d almost forgotten what beef tasted like. My phone notification chimed. Sharon had sent me another message—a screenshot of her chat with Xavier. In the image, Xavier was telling her he was coming to see her now. I didn’t reply, silently taking out my phone to make a call. I said, “Mom, I miss you. Can you come pick me up and take me home…” It’s so cold here, and my heart aches. ***** Xavier walked out the door and got into a car. After driving two miles, he stopped. He took out a Porsche key from his pocket and got in. He sat in the car for a long time before slowly taking out the gift box I’d given him. Xavier frowned, his eyes panicked and uncertain. His fingertips traced the edges of the box. Sometimes, he really wanted to call me stupid. He couldn’t understand how someone could sacrifice everything for another person’s dream. Xavier closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat, unable to calm his mind. After a long while, he took out his phone and found that prank forum. After editing for a while, he finally posted: [If anyone dares tell Gabriella the truth, I’ll kill them.] Xavier seemed to think that wasn’t enough and added: [I’m not joking.] After sending the message, he tossed his phone aside and stared at the gift box in his hand. Xavier thought: “Just five more times left. When this is all over, I’ll give her everything she wants and make it up to her properly. Everything that’s happened will just be a catalyst for our relationship, nothing important.”

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On the day my boyfriend Samuel Whitman got back together with his first love Carolyn Smith, I boarded a plane to New York. He told her, “I was never serious about Ellie. I won’t have any contact with her from now on. I’ll stay by your side only.” His friends were all worried I would cause a scene. But what they didn’t know was that this time, I wouldn’t be causing any trouble. Before going to New York, I had promised my mentor Felix Hastings to join a medical research program. In two weeks, I would no longer be able to contact the outside world, as I would be conducting secret research for ten years. From then on, Samuel and I would have nothing to do with each other. ***** This was my ninety-ninth time proposing to Samuel. I hoped he would marry me. After I finished my confession, the grand banquet hall fell dead silent, no one saying a word. After a long while, Samuel slowly walked up to me, his expression cold. “Did you ever think about how embarrassing this would be for me? Today, I was just hanging out with friends. Now everyone is making fun of us.” Carolyn walked to his side and held his hand. “Ellie just wanted to give you a surprise. Don’t be angry with her.” Someone mocked, “Everyone knows today’s party is a welcome celebration Samuel organized for Carolyn. But Ellie had to steal the spotlight. She deserves to be rejected.” Afterward, everyone covered their mouths, snickering and whispering. I stood there holding my bouquet, feeling humiliated, yet unwilling to move an inch. I stared intently at Samuel, hoping he would say something else. But his disgust toward me only became more obvious. “Leave now! How much longer do you want to embarrass yourself?” I couldn’t help saying, “You said that if I confessed ninety-nine times, you would accept my proposal.” I hadn’t planned to come tonight, but Samuel had begged me yesterday to join them, saying that if I made a proper confession this time, he would accept my proposal. For this, I had pulled several all-nighters to finish the research tasks Felix had assigned me just to free up tonight. I even rushed the flowers to bloom early. But Samuel didn’t care. “That was just drunk talk. I didn’t think you’d be stupid enough to take it seriously.” My heart skipped a beat. Fighting back my unease, I pressed on: “But when that guy confessed to me back then, you were clearly jealous.” Samuel looked coldly at me and sneered, “You know I need a trophy. You’re my dog. If you went with someone else, people would just laugh at me.” “What about this bracelet? I had a high fever that time. No matter which doctor I saw, nothing helped. You worked hard to make this bracelet for me, and I only woke up after you put it on me.” Samuel glanced at my wrist and scoffed, “I just bought it on a whim. You were due to wake up that day anyway. And I never said that—you did. For such a good deed, of course I took the credit.” I clenched my fists tightly, tears welling up in my eyes. “Samuel, in all these years, you’ve only had one ex-girlfriend, and I’m your second girlfriend. You two were only together for a month. But as soon as I found out about your relationship, you broke up immediately. I can’t believe that after all the years we’ve been together, you have no feelings for me at all.” “I don’t. I never wanted to be in a relationship in the first place. I only agreed to be with you because I said it casually.” Samuel raised his hand holding Carolyn’s. “But now, I’m very clear about what I want. I love Carolyn. I will spend the rest of my life with her.” She paused for a moment, then lowered her head with a slight smile. Samuel didn’t look at me again, instead turning away with her hand in his. Then, at his command, several security guards jogged over. Two of them grabbed me by the arms and forced me toward the exit. The more I struggled, the harder they gripped. “Ms. Collins, these are Mr. Whitman’s orders. Please cooperate.” Suddenly, a burst of jeering erupted behind me. I whipped my head around to see Samuel and Carolyn locked in a tight embrace. As I tried to get a better look, the security guards forcibly turned me away. “Don’t look at what you shouldn’t see!” In that moment, I remembered the scene when that boy confessed to me years ago. Samuel had also tyrannically had people take that boy away, not allowing him to look at me for another second. We had also embraced tightly like that, making me believe I was the happiest person in the world. It turns out it was all just my illusion.

After being thrown out, I didn’t go back to confront Samuel. I rushed back to school that night to work on my research paper, pulling myself away from my grief and immersing myself in academics. When Samuel’s parents, Charlie Whitman and Layla Whitman, messaged me asking where Samuel had gone all night, I simply said I didn’t know. I quickly regained my composure. One day, after finishing my work at school, I happened to run into Carolyn. She was leaning against the doorway waiting, looking up at me. “Ellie, Samuel and I are going out for dinner tonight. Would you like to join us?” I ignored her, but she reached out to stop me. “I’m begging you. Please let Samuel go, will you?” I was confused, grabbing her hand and pushing it away. “It’s none of my business. If you like him, go after him.” I had only pushed her lightly, but unexpectedly, Carolyn fell to the ground, tears welling in her eyes. “I know you’ve liked Samuel for many Christmases, but in love, who comes first doesn’t matter. “You just can’t accept the fact that he wants to be with me and break up with you. “But you shouldn’t hit me in public.” I became angry, raising my voice. “Carolyn, stop slandering me! “You’re the one who—” “Ellie!” Samuel’s furious voice grew closer. He shoved me away. “What are you doing?” I stumbled and collapsed to the ground. A needle from the roadside pierced straight through my ankle, causing so much pain I couldn’t stand up. I could only stare at him intently. “Have you lost your mind? “She fell down on her own!” Carolyn stood up with Samuel’s support, shaking her head. “Yes, it was my carelessness…” Samuel clearly didn’t believe her. “I’m not blind. If you didn’t push her, she wouldn’t just sit on the ground for no reason. “Ellie, I never thought you could be so vicious.” He looked at me angrily. Carolyn said softly, “Don’t be angry. Please don’t be angry. “I don’t want your relationship to deteriorate because of me. What if your parents blame me? “It wouldn’t be good if they said I stole you from her.” Samuel held her hand tightly, comforting her and growing increasingly sympathetic toward her. “My parents aren’t stupid. They can tell the difference between good people and bad people. “Ellie, I’ve told you, Carolyn is the person I want to spend my life with.” Then, he walked over and slapped me. “This slap is me punishing you on Carolyn’s behalf. “In the future, I hope you can be more sensible and stop causing trouble.” My head tilted to one side, my mind buzzing. Blood was still flowing from my ankle. The double pain left me somewhat numb. “This isn’t what happened… “Samuel, you really don’t believe me?” Samuel scoffed coldly, “You’ve always been a troublemaker. I won’t believe you. “This time, I only slapped you. Next time, my revenge will be worse.” He threatened me subtly. I struggled to my feet, head hanging low. “Then I really thank you both for your generosity.” Samuel frowned slightly. “You should be more sincere.” Fighting back tears, I bent over and shouted, “I’m sorry!” Carolyn waved her hands repeatedly. “It’s really okay. Don’t be like this.” She reached out to help me, but Samuel stopped her. “You’d better stay away from people like her, so you don’t pick up her bad temper.” He took Carolyn’s hand and they left in his car. The exhaust fumes blew right at me, covering me in dust. I stood alone, stunned for a long time, as if I had forgotten the pain. The last bit of love I had for Samuel was buried in that moment, turned to ashes, and then completely disappeared.

That night, when I returned home, the military family housing area was bustling with activity. I saw them gathered around a bonfire, with Samuel and Carolyn in the center being teased. My peers all gave me meaningful glances. Someone asked, “Ellie, want to join us?” I knew they just wanted to see me publicly humiliated by Samuel again like the other day. But that was the old me. This time, I ignored them and went straight home, closing the door behind me and shutting out all the commotion. [Mr. Hastings, I’ve agreed to join the medical research program.] Both Samuel and I are from military families, and my father was Charlie’s most reliable subordinate. Because of this, I grew up learning to protect him like my father did. Unfortunately, during a mission a few Christmases ago, my father contracted a rare disease while protecting Charlie. There was no cure, and he eventually passed away. That’s why I chose medicine in college without hesitation. As it happened, Felix was an old friend of my father’s whom he hadn’t contacted for many Christmases. After learning from me that my father had already sacrificed his life, Felix vowed to mentor me well. So whenever there was an opportunity, he would tell me about it. Previously, I didn’t dare accept because I loved Samuel. But now, I no longer love him. Samuel doesn’t need me. If we continue to be entangled, it would only create more and more jokes at our expense. Perhaps this research opportunity is my chance to leave completely and start a new life. Felix quickly replied: [That’s great. You finally responded to me!] [Tonight is actually the deadline. I was just about to shamelessly try to buy you some more time.] Looking at his message, I laughed out loud, but tears gradually welled up in my eyes. Samuel and I had lived together for twenty-four Christmases and been entangled for nine. Now, after just four days, I could let him go without hesitation. When Samuel and Carolyn announced they were back together, I was preparing to pack my bags for New York. Felix was still reminding me to bring more clothes. After all, the temperature difference between north and south is significant, and it’s colder up north. When I finished packing and checked my phone, I found that my usually quiet social media page had many new messages about Samuel. I ignored them. Just then, my mom came to my room to call me. “Honey, Charlie and Layla invited us to dinner. They said they have something important to announce.” I was surprised. If that was the case, I might as well leave after dinner. When we arrived, I discovered that besides Charlie and Layla, there was another couple I didn’t recognize. They were chatting and laughing. When they saw my mom and me, they smiled and gestured for us to sit down. When Samuel and Carolyn appeared hand in hand, the couple quickly waved to them. “Carolyn, you’re finally here!” Seeing this, my mom froze on the spot. She looked questioningly at Charlie and Layla. Noticing our gloomy expressions, Samuel immediately scolded, “Ellie, you deliberately showed up, didn’t you? You knew from them that I was meeting our parents with Carolyn today to announce our marriage, so you came to cause trouble, right?” I shrugged, looking completely calm. “I don’t know anything about that. I’m just here with my mom for dinner.” Layla also stepped in to smooth things over. “That’s right. I invited them. Samuel, don’t be unreasonable.” As Samuel was about to lose his temper, Carolyn put her arm around his shoulder to calm him. “Today was indeed our miscommunication. It’s okay. Samuel told me before that Ellie is his family. Since they’re family, she should know that I’m going to marry Samuel.” My mom’s face darkened completely. “Samuel, how can you be so cruel to my daughter?” The next second, Carolyn’s parents, who were about to applaud, froze in place. Her mother shouted, “What do you mean by that? Carolyn told me your daughter has been clinging to Samuel.” My mom stood up angrily. “You have no right to speak here.”

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On the day I was sentenced to death, my parents were holding a press conference announcing their adopted son, Wesley Harrington, as the new heir to the company. My sister Karen Harrington was engaged to Wesley. They had truly become a family. Meanwhile, I, who had exposed Wesley’s evil nature, had been disowned by the Harrington family, completely abandoned. In their eyes, I was an ungrateful person. After being reborn, I no longer crave their love. I live only for myself. ***** I was reborn on the day Wesley was first adopted and brought to my home. I never imagined that fate would give me a second chance. Wesley was the child of my father’s childhood friend and a well-known child prodigy in our city. Unfortunately, his parents died in a car accident. When they were found, Wesley had already been kidnapped from the car. My father spent enormous resources to find him. Feeling sorry for Wesley’s tragic experience at such a young age, my father decided to bring him home and treat him as his own son. My mother burst into tears the moment she saw Wesley, hugging him and crying, “Wesley, you’ve suffered so much.” Karen was also wiping away tears beside them. Only I looked coldly at Wesley, because I knew the terrible malice hidden beneath his gentle facade. My mother asked Wesley to sit down and rest, but he blushed and said softly, “I’m dirty. I’m afraid I’ll soil your sofa.” His demeanor, so considerate it hurt, once again softened the hearts of my overly sympathetic family. Even my father, who always said boys shouldn’t cry, had tears in his eyes. He stroked Wesley’s head and said, “Silly boy, this is your home from now on. You should call us Mom and Dad.” Wesley nodded shyly. Suddenly, he noticed Karen’s unfinished homework on the table. With just a glance, he solved a difficult math problem that she couldn’t figure out all evening. She was instantly captivated by him, praising him as a true genius. My parents exchanged smiles, believing his addition would make our family even better. Throughout the entire process, no one asked for my opinion. It seemed that with the arrival of their adopted son, I, their biological son, no longer mattered. I just waited quietly, because I knew exactly what kind of person Wesley was. Sure enough, just like in my previous life, he immediately started causing trouble for me. He suddenly looked at me with tears in his eyes and asked, “Quentin, why are you glaring at me like that?” He lowered his head, pretending to be very disappointed. “I’m sorry. I never meant to steal your parents. If you don’t like me, I should leave.” Despite saying this, he remained seated on the sofa. My father looked at me sternly. “Quentin, from now on you’re Wesley’s big brother. You need to get along with him, understand?” Karen scoffed dismissively, “Quentin must be jealous that Wesley is smarter than him and feels unhappy about it. Wesley is nothing like him with his little bit of cleverness. Wesley is a famous child prodigy.” Wesley’s face immediately turned pale. He hid behind my mother, trembling. “I never meant to steal Quentin’s spotlight. This is all my fault.” She quickly embraced him for comfort, while giving me a disapproving look. “Quentin, I’ve always taught you to be a humble child. How can you be so envious?” My father urged, “Apologize to Wesley right now!” Wesley lifted his head from my mother’s embrace, deliberately showing a challenging expression that only I could see. I bit my lower lip, remembering scenes from my previous life. My parents and Karen were just as aggressive then, insisting that Wesley was their true family member, ruthlessly disowning me. They even helped him when he framed me and sent me to prison, watching as I was taken to the execution ground. I should have understood that from the moment Wesley stepped into my home, they were no longer my family. They were as if under his spell, unconditionally taking his side. Even when he drained the Harrington family assets, they remained unmoved. I genuinely wanted to wake them up, but I was accused of being jealous, incompetent, and petty, becoming the most ridiculed member of the Harrington family. They willingly walked into the hell Wesley created, but I’m different. In this life, I will live for myself. Wesley’s room wasn’t ready yet, so my parents told him to share mine for now. The thought of being in the same room with him made me sick. I immediately gathered my things, planning to sleep in the living room for the night. Wesley followed me in, swept all my textbooks and stationery off my desk, and claimed it with his own backpack. Unlike in my previous life, my cold attitude made him show his true colors right away. “Why does someone ordinary like you get such a warm family, while a genius like me has to suffer so much misfortune? Just wait. This family will be mine soon!” I continued packing my things without looking at him. “I don’t care that much about this family. If you want it, you can have it. You’re only fit to take my leftovers anyway.” His chest heaved with anger, but he quickly calmed down and showed a predatory expression. “Enjoy your smugness while you can.” The next moment, Wesley tore his stack of award certificates to shreds, then ran out of the room clutching the pieces and crying loudly. “Quentin, don’t tear up my certificates! These are my last memories from my previous school! I’m sorry. I don’t deserve to share a room with you.” My parents and Karen rushed over when they heard the commotion, finding him sobbing amid the pile of torn papers. His small body was curled up, looking pitiful. Karen picked up a piece and exclaimed in shock, “This is a first prize certificate from the National Elementary School Math Olympiad! With this award, Wesley could easily get into a top middle school. And Quentin tore it up!” Wesley wiped his tears pitifully, pretending to be magnanimous. “It must be because I upset Quentin, so he did this. It’s all my fault.” My mom quickly wiped his face with a wet wipe, looking at him with sympathy. “How could this be your fault? We’ve just spoiled Quentin too much.” My dad’s face had turned red with anger. He couldn’t understand why other people’s sons were so sensible while I refused to accept a brother and bullied him like this. I walked out the door with a determined look. I said slowly, “Wesley tore up his own certificates. It had nothing to do with me.” Karen immediately screamed, shielding Wesley. She glared at me and pointed accusingly, “No one would tear up their own certificates! Quentin, you don’t even think before lying now. How did I never notice how fake you are?!” My father yelled at me furiously, “Quentin! You’re such a disappointment. How could I have raised a son like you? Can’t you learn from Wesley, be more sensible, and give us some peace of mind?” I stared coldly at the Harrington family, thinking, “Wesley is really something. He’s been in our house for just one evening and has already bewitched everyone. He sheds a few tears, and my parents panic. But what about me? Who notices that my heart is breaking?” In my previous life, I was indeed jealous of Wesley because he was so much better than me academically. Initially, we had some minor friction, but I quickly accepted him. Yet he used my trust to slander me in front of my parents. By the time I realized what was happening, the rift between my parents and me had become irreparable. But in this life, with memories from my previous existence and an adult’s thinking ability, Wesley, still just an elementary school student, would be no match for me. To prevent me from “bullying” him further, my parents decided to sleep with him that night. They coaxed him away, and not one of them looked back at me, as if I were a criminal who had destroyed our happy family atmosphere. I quietly closed the door, shutting out the sight of their harmonious family without me. I had long sworn not to be upset by their boundless favoritism anymore.

Since Wesley moved into my home, my relationship with my parents and Karen has become very strained, but I couldn’t care less. After school, I usually stay in the school library, studying middle and high school material in advance. With my current knowledge, I could easily skip grades and attend high school, but I have a special plan in mind. In my previous life, after Wesley transferred to our class, he won countless awards, became the center of attention at school, and was adored by teachers and classmates alike. My parents and Karen treasured him, which made me feel invisible, as if Christian was merely a shadow of his existence. In this life, I’m determined to take away all his awards and first-place positions, and humiliate him thoroughly! A few months later, my birthday arrived. My parents decided to throw me a proper birthday party to ease the tension in our relationship. More importantly, they hoped this party would make me fully accept Wesley. When I returned home after school, I saw the table filled with lavish dishes. But upon closer inspection, I realized they were all seafood dishes like shrimp salad and roasted cod, even though everyone in the family knows I’m allergic to seafood. Wesley was helping my mom. When he saw me come home, he flashed a challenging smile. Mom was looking at Wesley with loving eyes, but when she turned to me, her tenderness seemed to diminish. “Quentin, you’re back. Once your dad returns with the cake, we’ll celebrate your birthday together.” I glanced at the food on the table and couldn’t help but scoff, “So you do remember it’s my birthday. Then why is all the food seafood that I can’t eat? Oh right, because Wesley loves seafood, doesn’t he?” Just then, my dad and Karen returned. Hearing my words, Karen immediately shouted in displeasure, “Quentin, you’re bullying Wesley again. We’re all family. What’s wrong with Mom making some dishes that Wesley likes?” Wesley immediately burst into tears. “I’m sorry, Quentin. I envy you so much. Mom feels sorry for me, that’s why she made my favorite dishes. Scold me if you want. Don’t blame Mom.” My father slammed the cake down on the table. “It’s your birthday, but do you have to make everyone unhappy?” I pointed at the limited-edition sneakers on Wesley’s feet that were obviously too big for him. “My birthday? Then why did Mom make all of Wesley’s favorite dishes? And why is my birthday present now on Wesley’s feet?” Just like in my previous life, he had manipulated his way into wearing the gift from my parents. I angrily tried to grab them, but I was told to be a generous big brother. Anything he wanted, I had to give him. I had no doubt that if one day he wanted my life, my family would guilt-trip me into compliance. Hearing my words, Wesley immediately took off the shoes while crying. “I really loved these shoes so much that I couldn’t resist trying them on. I’m sorry. I’ve never seen such beautiful shoes before. When I was kidnapped, I could only wear tattered straw sandals.” There were several red cuts on his feet, but the color was still so fresh that they couldn’t possibly be old wounds from his past. But my family softened at the sight of his scarred feet and embraced him, sobbing loudly. Wesley broke free from the others and ran to me, pretending to kneel at my feet. “Quentin, please forgive me. I’ll give the shoes back to you.” He had his back to them. Despite his pitiful words, he was actually stepping hard on my foot. A sharp pain shot up from my foot. I couldn’t help but push him away, but as soon as my hand touched his shoulder, he screamed as if electrocuted, “I was wrong! Quentin, don’t hit me!” My parents and Karen didn’t see what had happened; they only heard Wesley’s scream and assumed I was bullying him again. “Quentin! You’ve gone too far!” To separate me from Wesley, my dad used all his strength to push me. I crashed heavily into the table, and the clam soup simmering on the stove spilled all over me, causing a string of blisters to immediately form on my exposed arms. The pain left my mind blank. But before I could react, I heard Karen’s piercing scream, “Wesley! Wesley, what’s wrong?” Wesley had fainted in my mother’s arms. No matter how they called out to him, he didn’t wake up. So my dad immediately decided to take him to the hospital. My dad ran to the garage to get the car, while my mom, with tears in her eyes, carried Wesley out. Karen was the last to leave, glaring at me with hateful eyes. “Are you satisfied now?” Then she quickly got into the car heading to the hospital. No one cared that I was supposed to be the main character today, no one cared that I hadn’t even touched Wesley, and no one cared that I was the one who really needed to go to the hospital. They left without hesitation, not even looking back at me with my severe burns. I slumped to the ground, powerless. After a long daze, I remembered I needed to cool my skin quickly. By the time I reached the community clinic near our home, the doctor there, Frederick Hastings, was shocked by my burns. “How did you come here alone? Where’s your family?” I lowered my head, not wanting Frederick to see my dejected expression. “They don’t care about me, only about my adopted brother.” My injuries were more serious than I had imagined, mainly because a child’s skin is still quite fragile. Frederick patiently helped me lance the blisters, apply antibiotic ointment, and wrap clean gauze around my wounds. Throughout the process, he kept reassuring me that I was a brave child. Although mentally I was already an adult, in that moment I still felt a bit of comfort. It had been a long time since I’d received care from someone else. After my wounds were bandaged, Frederick insisted on walking me home. When we arrived at my door, we found the Harrington family had already returned with Wesley. They were gathered around him, protectively keeping him in the center of their little circle. When they saw me return, they showed not even a hint of guilt, only endless blame. Dad frowned and asked in a stern voice, “So you finally decided to come home? Where did you run off to so late at night?” Mom also looked disappointed, scolding me, “It’s one thing that you’re always playing around, but your brother fainted because of you, and you still ran off somewhere.” My heart, which had just begun to warm up, cooled again due to the Harrington family’s attitude. I lifted my shirt to show them the layers of gauze wrapped around my back and arms. “Where did I go? Dad, weren’t you the one who pushed me away? Or is Wesley the only one who deserves to go to the hospital, while I’m just supposed to endure the pain?” My parents frowned. They were so focused on Wesley’s fainting that they had selectively forgotten about my burns. Wesley bit his lip, habitually about to say “It’s all my fault.” But Karen stopped him, protecting him behind her like a mother hen. “Don’t drag Wesley into this. Wasn’t his fainting your fault in the first place?” Her stupidity made me laugh. I couldn’t help but ask, “Oh? So what problem did they find when they examined him after he fainted? How did he get home before me? He wasn’t faking it, was he?” My retort silenced my parents and Karen, because Wesley truly hadn’t been diagnosed with any physical issues. The doctor had only said he might have been frightened and would be fine after resting for a couple of days. In comparison, my injuries looked much more serious. Wesley, realizing the situation wasn’t favorable for him, immediately started crying. His tears were the ultimate weapon against the Harrington family. The moment they saw his pitiful expression, their rationality instantly vanished. Dad grabbed a cushion and threw it at me. “Shut up!” Hearing this exchange, Frederick, who had been standing nearby and hadn’t left, finally couldn’t take it anymore. He rushed into the house and shouted, “Don’t go too far. As parents, you’re being cruel.” He took my hand and yelled angrily at my parents, “He needs his dressings changed for the next few days, so he’ll be staying at our clinic!” The next second, he pulled me away without hesitation. The Harrington family watched in shock, but not one of them thought to stop us. That night, I told the kind Frederick everything about my situation. This tall man actually broke down in tears from anger. He emotionally hugged me and said, “If you don’t mind, from now on I’ll be your godfather. If your family mistreats you, you can come to my home anytime!” I was deeply moved and gratefully accepted his kindness. Although my wounds were very painful, with his company, I had a good night’s sleep for once. I stayed at the clinic for nearly two weeks. During that time, no one from the Harrington family came to see me even once. I knew very well that even if my parents rarely thought of me, Wesley would do everything possible to divert their attention. The first thing I did after returning to school was to sign up for the same provincial math competition as Wesley. At school, he wasn’t as meek and pitiful as he was at home. He had a group of followers in class who were always finding ways to give me trouble. When I returned from the office, I saw that all my competition books had been thrown into the trash. Wesley was sitting with his legs crossed, looking at me disdainfully. “You actually want to participate in the provincial math competition too? Quentin, I remember you’ve never even won a prize in the school competitions, have you?” His followers immediately burst into laughter. “Quentin must be jealous that you became class president as soon as you transferred, while he, the original class president, could only be the vice president.” Wesley proudly showed off his new shoes. My birthday gift had finally ended up on his feet. “Both our parents and teachers like me better. Quentin, you’re really pathetic. If you obediently become my follower, I might even put in a good word for you with our parents.”

I simply gave Wesley a calm glance before taking my things to the library, because I wasn’t interested in winning an argument with him—I wanted to defeat him completely. To my surprise, my behavior actually earned me the favor of the girls in our class. The girls of this Christmas generation seemed to appreciate mature and composed boys more. They collected their own study materials and even got help from the math teacher to hand-copy a book of math competition problems for me. One of the better students, Sophia Hastings, personally delivered the competition problems to me. Despite my abilities making such problems unnecessary, I graciously accepted them, knowing that Wesley had always had a crush on her. In my previous life, they had attended the same schools from elementary through the best high schools and universities. He was indeed a math prodigy, but she was even more impressive in overall abilities than he was. Wesley had always pursued Sophia, but she never showed interest in him. She was a smart girl; she must have seen through his gentle exterior to the vicious heart beneath his feminine energy. Seeing her initiate conversation with me made him furious, and he glared at me viciously. On the day of the competition, the Harrington family woke up early to prepare Wesley. Dad dressed him in a brand-new outfit, while Mom prepared sausages and two boiled eggs, happily wishing him a perfect score. Even Karen, who usually loved sleeping in, woke up early to give him a handwritten card of good wishes. After receiving everyone’s blessings, he looked at me provocatively. “Don’t forget Quentin is also participating in the competition.” Karen dismissively waved her hand. “Him? He won’t place at all!” Mom and Dad agreed. They even discussed whether to order a banner in advance to congratulate Wesley on winning first place. The four of them laughed together, clearly not considering me or any other competitors as threats. However, two weeks later, when the results were announced, the Harrington family was stunned. Wesley ranked second in the province, while I took first place. Dad stared at the results for a long time, even suspecting that the first-place Quentin might be someone else with the same name. Karen exclaimed in disbelief, “How is this possible? They must have mixed up the rankings!” I crossed my arms and smirked at Wesley. He was furious but had to put on a fake show of being genuinely happy for me in front of the Harrington family. “Quentin, congratulations on getting first place! I guess all those times I taught you at school paid off, even though it meant neglecting my own practice.” The Harrington family immediately understood his implication, thinking, “How could genius Wesley lose to Quentin? It must be because he was busy helping Quentin with math, which held him back.” Mom affectionately patted Wesley’s head. “Wesley, you’re so thoughtful. We’re so lucky to have adopted you.” I almost laughed out loud, thinking, “Lucky? In my previous life, Wesley practically swallowed up all the Harrington family’s assets. You had to get his approval to use any funds. And he slept with your spoiled daughter Karen, yet still had other lovers, and even beat Karen until she miscarried.” Dad noticed my disgusted expression and immediately frowned. “Quentin, Wesley helped you so much. Thank him right now.” I rolled my eyes at Wesley contemptuously. “You’re not as good as me, so stop making excuses. If you don’t believe it, let’s compete in the next contest and see if you have what it takes to beat me.” With that, I ignored my furious father and Karen and walked away. I shared the good news with Frederick, who jumped up in excitement. “What a surprise! You’re so talented! Let’s go. The clinic is closing early today. I’m taking you out for a nice meal.” This was how someone who truly cared for me should react. We went to the most luxurious restaurant nearby. After I sat down, I was surprised to see Sophia walking toward us. It turned out she was Frederick’s daughter. What an incredible coincidence. I opened Instagram and saw that Karen had just updated her status. The Harrington family had indeed taken Wesley out to celebrate. After all, second place was still impressive. They seemed to rarely think of me now. Without me around, the four of them were much more comfortable. Intending to irritate Wesley, I posted photos of myself dining with Frederick and Sophia on Instagram, setting it to be visible only to Karen. With her curiosity, I was confident Wesley would see it immediately. He had lost first place, and the girl he liked was having dinner with me. I imagined he wasn’t in a celebratory mood anymore. So I happily ordered an extra steak, enjoying the feast Frederick treated me to. Just like the Harringtons, most teachers and classmates thought I just got lucky this time, and that Wesley would reclaim first place in the next competition. He seemed more vigilant than before, no longer wasting time fooling around with his followers. He spent considerably more time on math competitions than before. But the extra effort he put in was nothing compared to my relentless studying during Christmas break, when I barely slept or rested. The second competition had more participants. It covered a broader range of topics and was more difficult. Plus, this competition was open to middle school students. Anyone who placed well would essentially secure admission to the best schools. In the days leading up to the competition, Wesley stayed up studying every night, which really worried my parents. Concerned about his eyesight, they bought him an eye-protection lamp. Worried he might get hungry from overworking his brain at night, they kept a midnight snack warm on the stove at all times. He was genuinely nervous. Because I had taken first place in the last competition, he wasn’t being actively recruited by top high schools like in my previous life. He had some weak subjects. If it came down to regular test scores alone, he wouldn’t be able to attend the same middle school as Sophia. My parents saw him studying even while eating. Then they looked at me appearing so relaxed, and actually got angry with me. “Quentin, you won first place once, and now you’re getting cocky, aren’t you? Even Wesley is working so hard. We haven’t seen you look at a single problem these past few days!” “Exactly! It’s bad enough that you’re not studying, but your laziness is affecting Wesley’s mood too.” After finishing my last bite of food, I calmly replied, “Because I’m already prepared. I’m not like some people who don’t work hard regularly and then cram at the last minute.” Wesley looked up at me with a menacing glare. His expression was terrifying. My heart skipped a beat. I had a bad feeling about this. In my previous life, whenever he looked at someone like that, he was definitely plotting something malicious. It seemed I needed to be more cautious of him in this competition. On the day of the exam, I deliberately avoided Wesley and asked Frederick to take me to the venue. While I was lining up with other contestants waiting to enter, I suddenly felt someone bump into me. However, when I turned around, I didn’t see anyone. Remembering Wesley’s earlier look, I quickly checked my pencil case and jacket. To my shock, I found an unfamiliar earpiece in my jacket pocket. If the metal detector caught this during entry, I could be disqualified for suspected cheating. I broke into a cold sweat from fear. I rushed to the bathroom and flushed the earpiece down the toilet. After calming down, I took a seat in the middle of the exam room. This competition was more challenging than the last one. Most participants were math competition specialists who had competed many times before, but I was confident I could place well. After the competition, I saw Wesley’s face was as white as paper. Apparently, he was disappointed that I hadn’t been disqualified. The difficulty of this competition had also taught him a harsh lesson. Sure enough, when the results came out, I ranked seventh overall and won a second-place prize, while Wesley ranked twentieth and only received an honorable mention. Now everyone knew that my provincial first place last time wasn’t luck—I had genuinely surpassed Wesley in ability. My teacher excitedly announced to the class that several top high schools were now competing to admit me. After class, local reporters even came to interview me, describing me as a dark horse who had been quietly building skills in the math competition world. I completely overshadowed Wesley’s former brilliance. The followers who once worshipped Wesley now surrounded me. Sophia presented me with a celebratory bouquet on behalf of the girls in our class. She said her target school was Townsend Harris High School, and that we might become classmates if given the chance. Seeing this, Wesley completely broke down and went home on sick leave. When I returned home with the award certificate in my bag, I was greeted by the furious Harrington family. As soon as I entered, a cup flew toward me, grazing my forehead before shattering against the doorframe. My father pointed at my nose and shouted, “How dare you come back!” I calmly surveyed them. Wesley was crying in my mother’s arms, mumbling about not wanting to live anymore. Karen stood with her hands on her hips, yelling at me, “Quentin! Why did you frame Wesley? You’re so shameless! Give him back the guaranteed admission spot right now!” Apparently, Wesley had rushed home to twist the facts, claiming that what he had done to me was actually what I had done to him. The Harrington family trusted him completely and immediately believed that I had planted an earpiece on him to disrupt his concentration during the exam, all to beat him. My father was furious and put on a stern face. “I never thought you could be such a despicable child! Let’s go! We’re going to the school! You don’t deserve this award or the guaranteed admission to Townsend Harris High School!” My mother was also crying tears of regret. “I must have spoiled you too much. If you just give the admission spot back to Wesley, I’m sure he’ll forgive you.” I looked at the Harrington family making decisions for me and gave a mocking smile. “And what if I refuse?” My father waved his hand dismissively. “Then get out. I don’t acknowledge you as my son anymore.” Although this was exactly what I had been waiting for, my heart still ached uncontrollably. I took a deep breath to calm myself, looked at my parents, and said, “Fine, from today on, we have no relationship. But I want to make one thing clear: it’s not you kicking me out—I’m choosing to leave this family that has no trust or care for me!”

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The night Lincoln Parker confessed to his first love, Natalia Watson, I climbed into his bed. Afterward, I forced Lincoln to be with me by claiming I was pregnant. Since then, I moved into the Parker family mansion, but Lincoln never mentioned marriage. On my son Bennett Ramos’s fifth birthday, Lincoln suddenly asked me to meet him at the city hall entrance, specifically instructing me to wear his favorite wedding dress because he wanted to see it. When I arrived, he extended his hand to his friends behind him and spoke with ice-cold words. He said, “Each of you owes me ten thousand dollars. I told you she would definitely come wearing a wedding dress. After all, she’s been desperate to marry me. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have taken advantage of me when I was drunk five years ago and then used our child to force me to compromise.” His friends called me a slut because I made them lose money. I remained silent, and Lincoln’s expression darkened. “I’m about to marry Natalia. Since you’re Bennett’s birth mother, after I get married, you can stay as our nanny.” His friends all agreed, saying I definitely wouldn’t want to leave him, and that I’d rather be the Parker family’s nanny for life than marry someone else. But later, after I got married to someone else, Lincoln didn’t want me to leave anymore. Now, Lincoln’s friends reluctantly took out their phones and transferred money to him. One of the men said, “Eliana Ramos, what’s wrong with you? After all these years, if Lincoln wanted to marry you, would he have waited until now?” Another man said, “Exactly. You’ve made me lose again and again. Why don’t you think about it properly?” That’s when I realized Lincoln had used me as a betting stake again today. The people losing money were all his friends who knew me. They knew that for these five years, although I had been with him, I was always just Bennett’s mother, not his wife. This allowed them to mock me without restraint, not caring about my feelings, because Lincoln didn’t care about me at all. I fought back tears, desperately trying to control my trembling body. Lincoln snorted coldly, “We were just joking. Did you take it seriously? Today is Bennett’s birthday. Go home and cook.” Then he turned to his friends and waved. “All of you come to my place tonight. I just bought a bottle of French wine. Today I’ll have her serve us.” His friends immediately forgot about losing money and began flattering Lincoln. I clutched my dress, stubbornly refusing to say a word. Seeing I didn’t move, Lincoln grew impatient. “Aren’t you leaving? You don’t actually think I’m going to marry you, do you? Natalia is back. We’re getting married soon. “She doesn’t mind you and Bennett being around. Since you’re Bennett’s birth mother, after we get married, you can stay as our nanny.” Natalia returned to the country last month, and Lincoln hosted a party for her at home. In front of everyone, he held Natalia’s hand and said, “The five years we missed is our regret. From now on, we’ll cherish each other more and welcome countless more five-year periods together.” These words moved many people to tears, and Natalia cried as she threw herself into his arms. I was carrying a plate of fruit at the time. Not paying attention, I missed a step and fell down the stairs. At that moment, I suddenly felt disheartened, but even though I wanted to cry, I had no tears. Now, hearing him speak like this, my heart still aches. But instead of begging him to marry me, I smiled slightly and said, “I’m sorry, but I am getting married today—just not to you.”

As if Christian had heard a joke, Lincoln sneered, “Eliana, for the past five Christmases, you’ve used countless tactics to get people to persuade me. But have I ever wavered? You should know your place. My fiancée is Natalia, and it will always be her.” In the past, I would have definitely broken down in tears and then used various connections to pressure him into leaving Natalia. But today, I took a deep breath, suppressed the pain in my heart, and forced myself to speak calmly to him. Just as I was about to say something, Lincoln’s friends contemptuously pushed me aside. One man said, “Even if the Ramos family is wealthy, Lincoln’s heart belongs only to Natalia. You’ll never be more than a nanny in this lifetime.” Another man chimed in, “You’ve already given Lincoln a child. Who else would marry you? Are you waiting for someone else? I think you’d rather be a nanny for the Parker family your whole life than marry someone else.” My nails dug into my palms as I clenched my teeth, enduring the humiliation. Five Christmases ago, I learned that Lincoln was planning to confess his feelings to Natalia at the Starry Hotel. Back then, I was madly in love with Lincoln, so I rushed to the Starry Hotel that very night. When I arrived, Natalia wasn’t there. After getting Lincoln drunk, I also drank an entire bottle of alcohol. The next morning, we woke up naked in the same bed. What had happened the night before was obvious. Because of this incident, Natalia angrily cut ties with Lincoln and left the country. Not long after, I discovered I was pregnant. My parents, Dylan Ramos and Harper Ramos, didn’t want me to suffer, so they continuously pressured the Parker family, using investment and saving their company as leverage to force Lincoln to be with me. Eventually, Lincoln gave in. But he never mentioned marriage. At the time, I even thought it didn’t matter if he didn’t love me; I could love him more. When I loved him so much that he couldn’t leave me, he would marry me, and we would have a child. But I was wrong. Lincoln didn’t have me in his heart. How could he possibly be unable to leave me? I shook my head, cursing myself internally, “Eliana, you’ve already decided to marry someone else, why are you still thinking about this?” Seeing me like this, Lincoln frowned, showing a hint of displeasure. “Natalia will be here soon. Don’t let her see you like this. You should leave through the back door.” In his eyes, Natalia couldn’t suffer even the slightest discomfort, while I was just a bet for when he was bored. This time, I didn’t follow his instructions to go to the back door. Instead, I walked past them toward the main hall of City Hall. Lincoln grabbed my arm, his eyes filled with anger. “Enough! Are you going to continue this act? Or are you planning to have your parents pressure me into compromising again?” At that moment, Natalia appeared. “Lincoln.” She was radiant, noble, and dignified—all the beautiful words in the world wouldn’t be enough to describe her.

In contrast, after enduring these five Christmases of suffering, I had long lost my beautiful appearance. Seeing Natalia approach, Lincoln instantly pushed me away, then dusted off his hands as if Christian was afraid my filth would taint his beloved. The way he looked at Natalia was filled with love and warmth I had never seen before. Something inside my heart twisted, making it difficult to breathe. I didn’t want to linger any longer and was about to leave, but Natalia blocked my path. “I know you’ve loved Lincoln for many Christmases. But you should understand that love doesn’t follow any order. And stop having your parents pressure Lincoln. That only makes us respect you even less.” Seeing her reaction, Lincoln anxiously explained, “Natalia, please believe me. I won’t marry her. Today was just a coincidence.” Despite having prepared myself mentally, hearing these words still hurt. I bit my lower lip, not wanting to embarrass myself in front of them. After calming down, I said coldly, “I actually did come here to get married today, whether you believe it or not.” Before Lincoln could speak, his friends started mocking me. One said, “Married? Where’s the groom? Who are you trying to fool? You have too many tricks up your sleeve. No wonder Lincoln was deceived by you.” Another jeered, “We’ve known you for so many Christmases. Besides Lincoln, who else have you ever liked? Even if you want to salvage your dignity, there’s no need to lie.” Lincoln suddenly stopped them. “Enough. All of you, stop talking. Let’s just get her to go home. Bennett is waiting at home.” Just when I thought he might have felt a hint of sympathy for me, his next words and contemptuous tone completely froze my heart. Lincoln said, “She could never marry anyone else in her lifetime. How could she bear to leave me?” For these five Christmases, out of love for him, I lowered myself, becoming so humble as if I owed him something. I remember once, while cleaning, I accidentally broke a crystal ball. The shards cut my palm, and blood flowed freely. Lincoln rushed over, but only to pick up the broken pieces with regret. Then, he yelled at me in anger, “Who gave you permission to touch this crystal ball? This was a token of love from Natalia. Get out!” Ignoring my own pain, I begged him not to throw me out. In the end, three-year-old Bennett was frightened to tears, and I picked him up to comfort him. Lincoln, cradling the broken pieces, slowly walked out of the room. He said I had shattered his dream and that I could stay, but he would never forgive me. Thinking about it now, I realize how foolish I was. Lincoln didn’t not love me; he hated me. He hated me for separating him from Natalia and destroying his most beautiful dream. A sudden, urgent phone ring interrupted my thoughts. Under everyone’s gaze, I answered the call. “I’ve brought all the documents. Window number 8, right? Okay.” Today was indeed the day I applied for marriage. My fiancé is Jonathan Howard, chosen for me by Dylan and Harper. They said I had wasted five Christmases of my life, and it was time to wake up. I nodded and agreed. Since I couldn’t marry for love, it didn’t matter who I married. At least, the person Dylan and Harper chose for me would surely be a good person. After all, they wouldn’t hurt me. After learning that today was Bennett’s fifth birthday, Jonathan discussed with Dylan and Harper and decided to get married today. He said Bennett had never had a birthday party, so he wanted to throw one for him. After getting the marriage certificate, we would go directly to the hotel. Jonathan had asked me to wear this wedding dress he gave me, saying he wanted to keep a memento. After all, we would only get married once in our lifetime. The call just now was from Jonathan. He told me he was waiting for me at window number 8. As I was about to leave, Lincoln stopped me again. “If you continue like this, I’ll really get angry. Go home and cook for Bennett right now.” Natalia also mocked, “Five Christmases have passed, and you’re still the same. No wonder Lincoln dislikes you.” I sighed, then took out an invitation from my bag and waved it in front of them. I said, “I don’t have time to talk with you all. The 8th is my wedding day. If you want to come for the meal, you’re welcome.” Without even looking at the invitation, Lincoln threw it directly into the trash. But his friends noticed something odd. One of them asked puzzlingly, “The Ramos family is marrying into the Howard family, with the wedding at the Howard Club? Is this referring to the Howard family of billionaire Jonathan? I heard the Howard Club is owned by the Howard family.” Another responded, “This can’t be true, right? Is Eliana really marrying Jonathan? I find that hard to believe.” Hearing this, Lincoln frowned slightly, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. “Everyone knows Bennett is my son. Even though the Ramos family has many businesses, you’re nowhere near the Howard family’s level. How could Jonathan possibly marry a woman who’s already had a child?” The others nodded in agreement, saying I was dreaming. Seeing Lincoln’s reaction, Natalia deliberately positioned herself between him and me. Then, pretending to be considerate, she said, “If you want to marry someone else, neither Lincoln nor I will stop you. But Bennett is a member of the Parker family. You can’t take him away. Besides, bringing a child into a new marriage isn’t good for you.” Natalia was always like this, speaking the gentlest words while hiding the sharpest knives within them. But Lincoln always thought she was kind and considerate. Sure enough, he immediately agreed, “That’s right. You can’t take Bennett away. He’s my son, and he can’t call anyone else ‘Dad.’” I laughed mockingly and challenged him, “In these five years, have you ever had a meal with Bennett? Do you know which preschool he attends? Have you ever read him bedtime stories? “Today is his birthday, but you didn’t prepare any gift for him. You even invited these people to drink at your place. Is this how you act as a father?” Bennett is the child I gave birth to, so there’s no way I would leave him with the Parker family. After all, he is my life. Lincoln knew this, so he knew how to make me compromise. “He’s the child you had after getting me drunk. How can you expect me to love him? Nevertheless, he’s my son. You can’t take him away.” I looked at him in disbelief, then slapped him across the face. “You’re despicable!” Eight years ago, I accidentally fell while crossing the street and sprained my ankle. That handsome young man who carried me to the hospital, ignoring the traffic, was gone. If Lincoln didn’t love me, he could let me go. Why did he have to torture me? How did he become like this? I was trembling with anger, gritting my teeth. Lincoln’s head tilted to one side, taking a long moment to react. Natalia screamed, then reached out to caress his face. Immediately after, she turned to glare at me. “How could you hit him? You’re so savage.” Lincoln’s friends were even angrier, all criticizing me. One said, “Don’t you know how you had that child? That’s a stain on Lincoln’s life. The fact that he let you have the baby already shows his mercy.” Another agreed, “Lincoln is right. You can marry someone else, but Bennett is Lincoln’s child, so you can’t take him away. I really want to hit women like you.” Natalia said angrily, “If none of you will hit her, then I will. I’ll avenge Lincoln.” As she said this, she prepared to slap my face. Just then, Lincoln grabbed her wrist, blocking her descending hand. Meanwhile, I was suddenly pulled into someone else’s embrace. “Darling, are you alright?” I looked up to find Jonathan gazing at me intently. I shook my head, then stood up straight. “Let’s go apply for our marriage license.” Lincoln rushed over with reddened eyes, grabbing my arm. “Are you still going to act ridiculous? Can you stop embarrassing yourself?” Jonathan pushed away Lincoln’s hand that was gripping me, took out a DNA test report from his bag, and threw it to Lincoln. Then he said, “Bennett has nothing to do with you. He’s my son. I’ve already taken him to the Howard Club. In the future, please don’t harass my wife and child again.” Lincoln frantically flipped through the report. When he saw the result in the last line, he let go in shock, and the report scattered on the ground. With a pale face, he said, “No. How could Bennett not be my child?”

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