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I had just stepped through the front door when my 7-year-old son Scott Davis rushed over and hugged my legs. “Mom, I want to be your daddy!” I ruffled his hair and said, “Sweetie, what are you talking about? Have you been watching too many cartoons?” Scott frowned, looking serious. “But I saw Daddy letting Sarah call him that last night. They were also wrestling naked in bed.” I froze on the spot. Sarah Jensen was my husband Henry Davis’s friend. She always said she lacked love growing up and wanted to consider us family. When I confronted Henry, he confidently replied, “Sarah grew up without parents who loved her. She just depends on me. Don’t misunderstand!” I smirked coldly and took out the newly developed Christmas age-reversal drug. “Since Sarah wants to be your daughter so badly, she just needs to take this medicine. In two weeks, she’ll be back to being seven years old.” ***** Henry didn’t take the drug. Instead, he said irritably, “Sarah was abused by her father as a child, and her mother remarried! Isn’t it right for me to care about her?” Looking at his expression, I found it laughable. I pulled out the birth control pills I’d found in the bedroom earlier and tossed them in front of his spaghetti. I asked, “Is your idea of ‘caring for her’ having her take birth control pills in your bedroom?” Henry looked flustered but tried to appear calm. “Sarah takes these pills to regulate her period for a swimming competition.” I clenched my fists, struggling to stay calm. This was absurd and ridiculous… Whenever I suspected something between Henry and Sarah, he always said they were childhood friends who grew up together and couldn’t possibly have an inappropriate relationship. He claimed he just felt sorry for what she’d been through and treated her like family. But once when I came home early from work, I caught Sarah wearing my silk nightgown, watching a movie in Henry’s arms. His hand was caressing her thigh. Even at Scott’s birthday party, Sarah unbuttoned her top in front of everyone, saying she wanted to breastfeed. When Henry swore they were innocent and arranged for her to work out of state, I temporarily stopped suspecting them. But now Scott said they were naked in bed together, and I found birth control pills. I finally confirmed my suspicions were right! The doorbell suddenly rang. Scott ran happily to answer it. “Sarah, you’re finally here! Did you bring me snacks?” Sarah crouched down to hug him, then flashed a fake smile when she saw me. “Audrey, you’re back. You’ve been away for over a month. Henry’s been working hard taking care of Scott alone, so I came to help. Why don’t we all have dinner together?” I didn’t respond. Henry said irritably, “Sarah genuinely cares about us. You should learn from her!” Sarah noticed the birth control pills on the coffee table and said tearfully, “Henry! Why didn’t you put away something so private! This is so embarrassing! Audrey must be judging me…” Watching her throw herself into Henry’s arms crying, I sneered. I knew she had deliberately left those pills in a visible spot in the bedroom. Henry held her protectively and angrily said to me, “I told you Sarah lacked love growing up. How can you have no sympathy?” I laughed coldly. “Tell her not to take those pills in my bed. She can go home to take them.” Then I looked at Sarah and said, “I don’t care what you call my husband, but I don’t accept you as my daughter. I know what you’re up to!” Sarah turned pale. Henry angrily smashed a glass, sending shards flying. He shouted, “Enough! We grew up together. Is it wrong for us to be close?” Scott started crying in fear. He threw a toy car at me and pushed me hard. “I hate you! Bad mom! Get out! You’re bullying Sarah. I don’t want you to be my mom!” I stumbled a few steps before regaining my balance, trembling as I looked at them. I worked tirelessly to give them the best life, only to end up feeling like a clown. After taking a deep breath, I grabbed my suitcase that I hadn’t even unpacked yet and slammed the door on my way out. I returned to my parents’ house, where my brother’s wife, Lily Turner, was sitting on the couch eating chips, looking at me sympathetically. She said, “Audrey, your husband cheated on you, and now you’re back? Sarah is livestreaming about your situation right now…” I frowned. “What?” I clicked on the link Lily sent me and saw the livestream title boldly stating: [Poor Girl Falsely Accused of Being a Mistress.]

On the screen, Sarah was sitting on my bed wearing my pajamas. Her social media account was named “Day 99 Living With My Childhood Friend.” Sarah choked up, “I’ve always treated Audrey like family, but I never expected that just because I took some birth control pills to delay my period, she would accuse me of having an inappropriate relationship with Henry.” Netizens condemned me: [You wreck someone’s family and still act innocent? Get out now.] [Playing pure while being a mistress. That couple’s wedding photo is still on display in the background. Shameless.] Seeing the public opinion supporting me, Sarah cried, “I dropped out of school at fifteen to work at a restaurant, and the manager raped me, then claimed I seduced him. I lost my job because of that. “Later I developed depression, and Henry and Scott were always there for me, taking me to see doctors. “But Audrey called me shameless and said I deserved to be raped. I just wanted to repay Henry’s kindness. Why is she bullying me?” Under her pitiful and plaintive account, the netizens’ opinions began to shift. Then Sarah showed her depression diagnosis. “I’ve been on medication for a long time. If it weren’t for Henry, I might have committed suicide long ago…” Public opinion completely changed. [No one would joke about rape and depression. Audrey is too cruel.] [My heart aches for Sarah. I hope she recovers soon.] After reading the comments, Sarah smiled, “Thank you everyone. Please follow my account. When I reach 1 million followers, I’ll ask Henry to treat everyone to coffee!” I couldn’t stand it anymore and requested to join her livestream. When Sarah saw me appear on the screen, her eyes immediately darted away. I said irritably, “Sarah, you were fired because the manager’s wife reported you with photos of you in bed. Stop making things up.” Sarah immediately burst into tears. Trembling, she unbuttoned her shirt, exposing the stretch marks on her stomach and cried out, “Audrey, when I was four months pregnant last Christmas, you suspected me of having an affair with Henry and pushed me down the stairs. “I had a miscarriage and have been living in pain every day. Why are you still treating me like this?” She suddenly grabbed a fruit knife and held it against her abdomen, saying, “Do I need to cut out my uterus for you to leave me alone?” I was shaking with anger. The truth was that she deliberately fell to cause her miscarriage, yet she turned around and accused me. Just then, Henry rushed in, snatched the knife from Sarah’s hand, and immediately cut off the connection. He then took her into his arms to comfort her, “Sarah, don’t be impulsive. We all believe you.” Scott also came stumbling in, crying, “Sarah, please don’t do this. Mom is too mean. I don’t want her anymore. I want you to be my mom!” With their comfort, Sarah cried even louder. The netizens sympathized with her and began to attack me fiercely. [Audrey is so cruel, causing this girl to miscarry. She’s absolutely insane.] [This is attempted murder. Audrey should pay with her life!] [Audrey’s husband and child are both protecting Sarah. Isn’t that proof enough? Even Audrey’s family doesn’t believe her.] The incident was widely discussed. The topic “Protecting the Suffering Single Mother” was shared extensively. My phone kept buzzing with countless vile private messages. Apparently, netizens had found my account. [Do you know how much depression patients suffer? You falsely accused her with bedroom photos. You were the one having an affair with the manager, weren’t you?] [You spread rumors and caused Sarah’s miscarriage. You should pay with your life. Evil woman, just die!] [I heard you’re selling anti-aging medicine. Your medicine must be problematic. If you dare slander Sarah again, I’ll expose all your personal information.] I clenched my fists, furious. Just then, my boss Yohan Smith called me.

He said, “Dr. Carter, our company developed the age-reduction drug with the original intention of healing trauma! “Now the entire internet is saying you discriminate against sexual assault victims. How are we supposed to explain this to our clients?” I replied, “Dr. Smith, everything Sarah said is a lie. I never…” Yohan cut me off harshly, “Enough! She’s now the most prominent and well-known victim. The company has received numerous complaints. You must publicly apologize, or resign!” He paused briefly, then added, “The project you’ve spent nine Christmases developing won’t belong to you anymore. Think about it carefully!” After hanging up, I could barely stand. Henry was protecting Sarah, Scott liked her, and now even my scientific career of nine Christmases was about to be destroyed by her. My eyes turned red with anger as I clenched my fists. Suddenly, shouting came from outside the door. “Where’s that Audrey who discriminates against sexual assault victims? Get out here!” A group of self-proclaimed activists stormed into my parents’ home, smashing things and yelling that they wanted justice for Sarah. I told my family to hide in the bedroom while I held back my rage and tried to explain, “I’ve never discriminated against anyone! You’ve all been deceived by Sarah. She never even…” Someone rushed forward, pushed me down, and began beating me. “She’s depressed because of you, and you even made her miscarry. Go to hell!” “Is it our fault we’re victims? If you keep bullying Sarah, we’ll kill you!” “You can’t control your husband and blame others. Maybe you’ve been cheating all along!” Someone pulled my hair while another repeatedly kicked my abdomen with high heels. Blood kept flowing from my nose until I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I was lying in a hospital bed, my entire body in excruciating pain. Henry walked in with Sarah and Scott. Sarah pretended to be concerned and said, “Audrey, I’m really sorry. I didn’t expect my fans would be so impulsive. “But you brought this on yourself by hurting victims like us.” Scott looked at me with disgust and said, “Mom, I hope you’ve learned your lesson after getting beaten up. Don’t bully Sarah anymore!” Looking at my own son, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife. Henry said coldly, “The online backlash is your own doing. Sarah does social media to raise money for treatment. She’s bringing you attention—you should be thanking her.” I laughed sarcastically, “Attention? Why don’t you livestream her calling you daddy? That would definitely get a lot of views! If you have any dignity, stop using my money!” Henry said, “You’re talking nonsense. Sarah uses her money for charity. Shouldn’t you be supporting her?” That’s when I realized Sarah’s phone was livestreaming. Online viewers were commenting. [You didn’t beat her hard enough. If it were me, I’d kick her to death!] [This cold-blooded doctor should be kicked out of the hospital!] Scott suddenly announced, “I’ve decided to treat Sarah as my mother! I don’t want a bad mom anymore. I want to live with Dad and Sarah!” The livestream audience all expressed their support. In my anger, I kicked them out of the hospital room, accidentally falling from the bed. The IV needle was ripped out, and blood streamed from my hand. In that moment of humiliating collapse, I thought, “If Sarah wants to be Henry’s daughter, then I’ll make it happen!”

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During the holidays, my husband Ryan Carter and I took our children home for a family visit, where I unexpectedly ran into my relatives Robert Wilson and Margaret Johnson. Margaret asked, “Amanda, you’ve been gone for three years. When are you coming back to marry Daniel?” Daniel Harrison was my fiancé, betrothed to me since childhood. But three years ago, on our wedding day, his friend Victoria Wesley showed up at the venue wearing a wedding dress. She said, “Daniel, you once promised that if I came to see you in a wedding dress, you would marry me. Does your word still count?” Daniel remained silent. Victoria left, looking hurt, and Daniel immediately abandoned me to chase after her. I became a laughingstock. I took off my wedding dress and that night called my arch-rival, then left the country. Margaret laughed, “Daniel has been waiting for you all this time. On his engagement day to Victoria, he said if you apologized to him, he’d be willing to make you his mistress.” I smirked and calmly replied, “I’m sorry, but my husband wouldn’t agree to that. After all, I’m already a mother of two.” ***** My marriage abroad hadn’t been announced back home, so when I ran into Robert and Margaret on the street, they were unaware. I had just bought my daughter’s favorite cake and was leaving the store when I heard a surprised shout. Robert walked quickly toward me and said, “Amanda? Where have you been these three years? Why didn’t you even call us?” I remained calm. Robert’s wife Margaret grabbed my arm and said, “You’re finally back. Daniel has been waiting for you all these three years, looking everywhere for you!” Robert added, “That’s right. The Harrison family is now the biggest in Houston. If you got together with him, it would benefit us too.” They were hoping to use me to improve their standard of living. Years ago, when my parents died unexpectedly, I was left alone as a child with a large inheritance. All my relatives rushed to claim my parents’ estate, but none wanted to raise me. They only reluctantly left one by one after the lawyer presented the will. I found it laughable. I said, “I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you. Daniel and I can never be together.” They looked surprised, as if I were telling some kind of joke. “Amanda, are you still angry about what happened back then? Why are you so petty?” I knew they wouldn’t believe me. After all, my pursuit of Daniel had once been the talk of the town. People in high society used to say, “Amanda has been without parents since she was young, so of course she wants to hold onto Daniel.” As a young girl, I believed that Daniel and I were betrothed and that he would never leave me. And Daniel was always good to me. When I would visit my parents’ graves each year, my relatives would say, “Once Amanda marries Daniel, you won’t have to worry anymore.” But that year, Daniel’s good friend Victoria returned from abroad. She was beautiful and elegant, unlike me. At the time, I was known throughout Houston as a spoiled girl. In private, many people said, “Victoria is more suited for Daniel than Amanda.” I pretended not to care, but inside I felt hurt and afraid, though I didn’t think Daniel would see it that way. Until Valentine’s Day, when we had a date and Victoria showed up too. She smiled gently at me and said, “Ms. Wilson, I just returned from abroad and I’m not familiar with this place yet, so I asked Daniel to bring me along. You don’t mind, do you?” Before I could respond, I froze, because the scarf I had knitted by hand was wrapped around her neck. Just the day before, I had told Daniel to wear the scarf I gave him. I had stayed up for several nights to finish it. I instinctively confronted him, “Daniel, why is my scarf on her?” Daniel hesitated for a moment, looking guilty. He tried to reassure me, “Victoria said she was cold, so I lent her the scarf. Don’t be angry.” I don’t know why I was so upset. I asked, “Did you really just lend it to her? Everyone’s been saying you two are better suited…” Daniel smiled and said, “What are you thinking? You’re my fiancée. Victoria is just a good friend.” I snorted and lightly tapped his arm to show my displeasure. Daniel dramatically cried out in pain, begging for mercy. Victoria grabbed his hand with concern and asked, “Daniel, does it hurt? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have borrowed Ms. Wilson’s scarf… Ms. Wilson, you can hit me instead. I’m sorry.” She began to cry, attracting the attention of many onlookers. Daniel was stunned and tried to pull his hand away, but Victoria held on tightly. I wanted to explain, but as soon as I approached her, she fearfully backed away. Daniel had no choice but to tell me, “Amanda, Victoria isn’t well. It’s not safe for her to go back alone. I’ll make it up to you next time!” And so, the Valentine’s Day I had been looking forward to ended just like that. But I had no idea this was only the beginning…

After that day, Daniel spent less and less time with me. Yet I heard from others that he was often out having fun with Victoria. I arranged to meet with him alone. Looking at Daniel, I said with hurt in my voice, “Do you still remember our engagement? Who exactly is your fiancée now?” Daniel panicked, grabbing my hands and saying, “Of course I remember. My mother asked me to take care of Victoria. I’m sorry for neglecting you lately.” I remained silent. He embraced me and promised, “Let’s go buy your wedding dress right now. We’ll plan our wedding in two months. You’ll be my wife soon.” Daniel took me to a luxury bridal boutique. I chose a fluffy white gown adorned with pearls and tiny diamonds. When I tried on the wedding dress, I saw Daniel’s amazed expression. He said, “Amanda, it’s my honor to marry you.” I was full of anticipation about marrying him. But the day before our wedding, I received a call from Daniel. He said, “Amanda, that wedding dress was damaged. I’ll order a new one for you.” I was disappointed but didn’t think much of it. At that time, I thought all that mattered was marrying Daniel. On our wedding day, I walked toward the handsome Daniel in his black suit, wearing a white lace wedding dress and holding a bouquet. Just as we were exchanging rings, the church doors opened. Victoria walked in wearing the wedding dress I had originally chosen, asking tearfully, “Daniel, you said if I came to you in a wedding dress, you would marry me. Does your promise still stand?” I stared at Daniel, trembling. His eyes reddened as he hesitated, about to step forward. I was stung by this scene and angrily said, “Ms. Wesley, this is my and Daniel’s wedding.” Victoria turned and ran away crying. “Victoria!” Daniel shouted anxiously, “Amanda! Did you have to embarrass Victoria like that?” I was stunned by his rebuke. Seeing how concerned Daniel was about Victoria, I laughed bitterly and said, “She came wearing a wedding dress to steal my wedding. Daniel, your relationship with her…” Daniel slapped me across the face and said angrily, “Amanda, you’re spreading lies again. The wedding is postponed. Today is not suitable for getting married.” After saying this, he left me behind to chase after Victoria. My cheek stung. I couldn’t control my tears. Daniel’s parents repeatedly apologized to me, saying they would discipline him when they got home. I shook my head silently, watching Daniel’s retreating figure, and calmed myself down. I left the church in my wedding dress. When I returned home, I heard voices coming from inside my room. Victoria’s breathless voice came through: “Daniel, you love me, don’t you?” Daniel’s voice was muffled: “I love you. As for Amanda, I was only marrying her because of our engagement arrangement.” My face turned pale. Anger and sorrow surged in my chest, and tears blurred my vision. I didn’t confront them but returned to my own home. I changed out of my wedding dress and made that phone call that night, leaving Houston and not returning for three whole years. Only today, seeing Robert and Margaret, did I recall these memories, but I no longer cared. “Mommy!” came childish voices. I watched my two daughters running toward me, feeling happy. Margaret asked shakily, “Amanda, are these your children?” Holding my daughters’ hands, I smiled and said, “Yes, I’m married now. These are my daughters.” As I finished speaking, I heard a familiar voice: “Amanda, whose children are these?”

I turned around and saw Daniel’s bloodshot eyes. We hadn’t seen each other for three Christmases. Daniel looked more handsome than before, but I no longer loved him. He walked over, showing a bitter smile, and said in a hoarse voice, “Amanda, it’s been a long time.” I knew we would meet eventually, so I responded politely, “Hello, Mr. Harrison.” Hearing my words, Daniel said sadly, “Amanda, where have you been these three Christmases? I searched everywhere… These three Christmases have been miserable for me…” I frowned slightly, feeling confused by his reaction. My eldest daughter, Sophia Carter, tugged at my hand and asked, “Mom, who is this man?” Daniel looked down at Sophia and asked shakily, “Is this your daughter?” Sophia and my younger daughter Olivia Carter were frightened by Daniel’s demeanor and hid behind me. I held their little hands, ignoring Daniel’s disappointed gaze, and said, “Yes, they are my daughters.” Everyone fell silent. Daniel’s face turned pale. After a long moment, he asked, “Why…” I smiled and said, “Does this need a reason, Mr. Harrison? Do I need to report to you when I get married and have children? I heard you’re engaged to Victoria. Congratulations.” Daniel asked hopefully, “Amanda, you’re still angry, aren’t you? I’m sorry I hit you that Christmas…” I impatiently cut him off, “What’s the point of saying all this now? My husband is waiting for us at home.” Daniel froze, a pained expression crossing his face. “That’s impossible…” I calmly turned to leave with my daughters. The next morning, I opened the gate and saw Daniel standing there. He looked exhausted, as if he had been waiting all night. “Amanda, I regret everything. What can I do for you to forgive me?” Before I could answer, he suddenly slapped himself hard twice. His cheeks swelled red. He looked at me stubbornly and asked, “Is that enough? You can hit me too.” Daniel was waiting for me to feel sorry for him like I used to, but I just smiled mockingly and said, “What’s the point of this?” Daniel lowered his head, finally understanding that I no longer cared about him. I said, “Daniel, you’re about to get married. Do you really think we could be together?” Daniel said passionately, “I can cancel my engagement to Victoria! You’re the one I’ve always been engaged to!” Just as he finished speaking, a shrill female voice rang out, “Daniel! What are you saying?” I turned to see Victoria standing nearby, looking hurt. She rushed over to hit me but was pushed away by Daniel. “What are you doing here?” Victoria froze, saying in disbelief, “Daniel! I’m your fiancée! How can you protect this bitch?” She glared at me and said, “Why did you come back? Is it because you heard I was going to marry Daniel?” I smirked and said, “Victoria, I already have my own family. Instead of acting crazy here, you should keep your fiancé in check.” Victoria’s face twisted with anger. She said, “Stop acting innocent! You’re the one seducing Daniel!” Daniel impatiently slapped her and said, “Enough! Victoria, our engagement is off! Amanda is the one I want to marry!” “She has nothing to do with you anymore,” a deep male voice came from nearby. A handsome man in a tailored suit walked toward us with confident strides. He looked at me tenderly and said, “Amanda, I’m back.”

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I was adopted ten years ago to replace the sickly true female heir and marry into the Whitman family, the wealthiest family in town. After several miscarriages, I became weak. I underwent IVF treatments for half a year before finally becoming pregnant. However, in the late stages of my pregnancy, I was suddenly attacked by robbers who assaulted me. They even forcibly cut open my abdomen, removed my baby, causing me to die on the spot. Before dying, I overheard a conversation between the leader of the robbers and my husband, Samuel Whitman. “Debra has recovered. I can marry her now. This country bumpkin is useless. Kill her.” Only then did I realize that Samuel’s love for me was a fraud, and I was merely a tool for him to fight for the family fortune. The female heir was his true love. Afraid of her suffering through childbirth, he used me and my child to pave the way for her. After being reborn, I awakened a Fertility Blessing System. In my previous life, the Whitman family had few members, and Samuel claimed his share of the family fortune through his offspring. But he wasn’t the only heir. Rumor had it that Samuel’s uncle, Landon Whitman, had no children, which was why he voluntarily gave up his inheritance rights. This time, I found an excuse to invite him over. Then, I directly stripped off his clothes and threw away the condom in his hand. “Landon, let me give you a child?” ***** When I woke up, the familiar egg retrieval needle appeared before my eyes, gleaming coldly. Samuel’s gentle voice sounded above my head. “Baby, be good. This time, you’ll definitely get pregnant.” It took me a moment to realize that I had been reborn on the day of my successful IVF procedure. During this year, I frequently visited the gynecologist, all to conceive Samuel’s child. I loved him for ten years. So, I willingly endured the pain of countless miscarriages and IVF procedures. But he fell in love with my sister, Debra Roberts, the true female heir of the Roberts family. Samuel needed a child to compete for the family fortune, yet he wanted her to have a child without going through childbirth. So, he deceived me with love. If I hadn’t been forced to death by them in my previous life, I would have been fooled for a lifetime. I broke free from Samuel’s embrace and said, “I’m not doing the IVF procedure anymore.” Behind me, he froze for a moment, then turned me by the shoulders, his expression displeased. “Natalie, you know the requirements for inheriting the family. If I don’t have a child, how can I defeat Landon and become the heir?” Landon was the youngest elder in the Whitman family, only a few years older than Samuel, but also his most feared competitor. Currently, Landon hadn’t yet announced that he wouldn’t have children and would give up his inheritance rights. That’s why Samuel was so eager. “Before, you couldn’t keep our children. We must hurry and have another child. Don’t make this difficult for me.” Debra chimed in from the side, “Natalie, you should think more about Samuel.” I turned my head, a tear sliding down the corner of my eye. Debra had a congenital disease. They often drugged me unconscious to make me donate blood for her. As a result, I grew weaker day by day, suffering four consecutive miscarriages. Yet despite this, Samuel and Debra showed me no mercy, determined to squeeze out my last drop of value. My four unformed children even became ingredients for her medicine. And Samuel, the demon who killed his own children with his own hands, could so easily push the blame onto me. I closed my eyes briefly and swept away the long tubes on my body. The egg retrieval needle was specially prepared by Debra. She wanted my child, but she also hated me. Each time, she instructed the doctor to torture me with cruel methods. Thinking of that unforgettable pain, I couldn’t stop trembling. I instinctively flung away the terrifying needle. The next second, I heard Debra cry out in pain. The needle had pierced her calf. Her face contorted in agony. “Natalie, there’s a limit to throwing tantrums!” Samuel immediately picked up Debra and said coldly, “When I come back, I expect to see you having completed the IVF procedure.” Staring at their retreating figures, I clenched my fists. My nails dug into my palms, drawing faint traces of blood. In my previous life, I went through countless difficulties to get pregnant, but before giving birth, I was kidnapped by robbers. I endured assault, and my abdomen was cut open to remove my child. And the mastermind behind it all was Samuel, my husband. As I was dying, Debra stepped on my ruined belly, laughing arrogantly. “You’re just a substitute. How dare you compete with me? Both the Whitman Group and the Roberts Group are mine. You’re useless now!” I was abandoned by Samuel and Debra in that abandoned factory. Before I died, the last thing I saw was their retreating figures, just like now. I died with hatred. In the void, I was awakened by the cold voice of the system. “Host, congratulations on awakening the Fertility Blessing System. As long as you give birth to children, you can change your previous life’s fate. “Debra has committed many evil deeds. As punishment, if she miscarries once, she will never be able to conceive again.”

Following Samuel’s command, the doctor outside the door approached me with an even larger and thicker extraction needle. I barely dodged his hand and ran toward the exit. But suddenly two nurses appeared at the operating room door. They grabbed me from both sides and strapped me back onto the operating table. “Mrs. Whitman, these are your husband’s orders. Please don’t make this difficult for us.” The cold instruments ignored my struggles and forcibly spread my legs. As the extraction needle was about to pierce my body, I screamed, “If you dare harm me, I’ll immediately report to your superiors that you’ve accepted bribes!” The doctor paused. “Mrs. Whitman, all our procedures are legal and compliant.” Breathing heavily, I glared at him. “You’re using non-standard extraction needles and abortion drugs, and you’re privately selling placentas. Are these actions compliant? Let me leave, or your career as an attending physician will be over.” The doctor quickly signaled to the two nurses. My restraints were loosened, and I hastily left the operating room. Samuel returned home late that night. “Why didn’t you wait for me to pick you up? You left the hospital without telling me.” I forced a smile and said, “The doctor said I’m recovering well and don’t need to go back to the hospital. He also mentioned that natural conception increases the chances of having a boy.” Samuel was delighted. He embraced me and whispered, “Thank you, my dear. But you still need to keep taking your medication. We can’t stop halfway.” Looking at those colorful pills, I laughed bitterly inside. Over the years, I had taken countless sedatives, abortion pills, and fertility drugs. Even the doctor had warned me that I was showing early signs of kidney failure, but Samuel ignored it completely. I took the pills and, while pretending to swallow, discreetly threw them away. Samuel’s hand slipped under my nightgown. “So shall we…” “Today isn’t my ovulation day.” I shifted away slightly and yawned. “Landon is coming back tomorrow, and there’s a family dinner. Let’s get some sleep.” At the mention of Landon’s name, Samuel instantly lost interest. His arm wrapped around my waist like a shackle, making me feel cold and suffocated. In this life, I want my child, the Whitman Group, and the Roberts Group. The only thing I don’t want is Samuel’s love. The next morning, Samuel was in a foul mood. Landon holds a high position in the Whitman family. Since he’s returning to the country now, it’s obvious he wants to compete for the inheritance. Naturally, I want to make Samuel and Debra’s fears come true. Although I’ve only met Landon a few times, I’ve learned that his preferences are completely opposite to Samuel’s. Today, I deliberately dressed according to Landon’s taste. As soon as I entered the banquet hall, I saw Debra wearing a flashy red dress, arm in arm with Sandra, chatting and laughing. Upon seeing me, she deliberately spoke loudly to show off: “Sandra, this dress is quite expensive. Maybe you should give it to Natalie instead? She seems to need formal attire more than I do.” Samuel’s mother, Sandra Whitman, frowned with displeasure the moment she saw me. “The Whitman family is a prestigious family. You’re dressed so simply. Are you trying to tell people we mistreat you?” Back then, Sandra strongly opposed my marriage into the Whitman family. She thought I wasn’t as good as Debra, but Samuel insisted on marrying me, so she had to compromise. She reluctantly accepted me only because Debra was ill and I had consecutive pregnancies. However, I hadn’t delivered a single child. Sandra had long lost patience with me. “You’ve killed four children, your sins are grave! How could Samuel marry such an unlucky woman?” “Sandra, the doctors praised me for being fertile…” Noticing the inquiring gaze behind me, I deliberately raised my voice. Sandra continued to belittle me. Unfazed, I prepared to find Landon. The next moment, someone stepped on the hem of my dress, causing me to fall straight toward the champagne tower. Instantly, countless glasses crashed to the floor, and champagne spilled all over me. When Samuel rushed over, he witnessed this scene. Debra said with feigned innocence: “Natalie, even if Sandra’s words were harsh, you shouldn’t make a scene like this.” Then, I was slapped across the face, leaving a burning sensation. Samuel scolded me harshly: “You’re becoming increasingly disrespectful. Apologize!” He gripped my arm and pushed me down onto the broken glass. My wounds stung sharply as they came into contact with the champagne. I gasped in pain and tried to get up, but Samuel pressed down on me forcefully. Suddenly, a clear, cold voice rang out. “Enough.”

Landon walked over and looked at everyone, his voice cold and clear. “Since when did family dinners include bloody scenes?” The entire banquet hall instantly fell into silence, everyone feeling afraid. Seeing Landon preparing to leave, I gathered my courage and tugged at the hem of his clothes. “Landon, could you help me treat my wound? It really hurts.” I lowered my head, giving him plenty of room for imagination. After a moment of silence, he gripped my wrist and pulled me up. I stumbled into his arms, my lips faintly brushing against his Adam’s apple. Landon froze for a moment. He narrowed his eyes, but his grip on my wrist thoughtfully loosened a bit as he led me to the service counter. “Landon…” Before I could finish speaking, Landon turned and went back to the banquet. Watching his figure disappear into the crowd, I pondered what to do next. Suddenly, Samuel’s voice sounded behind me. “Had enough of looking?” I turned around abruptly, meeting his dark gaze. “You know Landon and I are enemies, yet you still asked him for help.” Samuel kissed me with alcohol-heavy breath, forcefully caressing my body. “Let go of me!” I pushed Samuel away hard and grabbed some water nearby to splash on him. He wiped his face awkwardly and growled, “Now that you have Landon, you look down on me, huh? Don’t forget you’re my woman!” I said with displeasure, “I’m trying to sober you up. I’m on my period these days, I can’t have sex with you.” The system had reminded me that these ovulation days were most fertile, and my child’s father would only be Landon. Samuel looked grim. “Natalie, do you think I’m an idiot? Today isn’t your period…” Suddenly, a phone call interrupted him. Debra asked sweetly, “Samuel, my heart doesn’t feel well. Could you take me back to rest?” This time Samuel didn’t agree immediately. He looked at me. I displayed a polite smile and urged, “Take good care of Debra.” He left angrily. As the banquet ended, I fixed my makeup and walked outside the hotel to flag down that black Maybach. Crying, I said pitifully, “Landon, Samuel left me behind. Could you take me home?” “Get in.” It gradually started raining. Landon gentlemanly held an umbrella for me to my doorstep. As soon as we entered, we saw clothes scattered all over the living room and heard flirtatious conversation. On the sofa, Samuel and Debra were intertwined, each of their movements fully engaged. “Samuel, I’ll give you a child. Will you divorce her and be with me?” Landon’s brows furrowed tightly. Before I could react, the system excitedly reminded me: “Master, this is a perfect chance to play the victim!” I quickly pinched my thigh to force out tears. “Samuel, how could you sleep with my sister?!” Samuel looked up at me, showing no embarrassment at being discovered. “You didn’t want to sleep with me, right? Someone has to help me relieve my desires.” I was too angry to speak, turning away and running out in devastation. Samuel looked at Landon and challenged, “Landon, this is my family matter. You don’t need to interfere.” Landon warned coldly, “The Whitman Group can’t afford scandals. Keep yourself in check.” With that, he slammed the door shut as he left. Soon, Landon found me sitting on the ground in the pouring rain and silently took me to a hotel. When I walked into the bathroom, he was preparing to leave. Suddenly, I cried out in pain. He rushed in to find a phone under the shower, its screen displaying a pregnancy test with two lines. I was soaking wet, helplessly hugging myself. The wound on my leg was bleeding again, staining a large area red. “Why are they doing this to me? Why?” Landon frowned, trying to help me up. But I forcefully pulled him down on top of me. Instantly, he was soaked through as well. “Natalie, calm down.” “Landon.” I wrapped my arms around Landon’s neck, choking back sobs: “Nobody wants me anymore. Please…” His intense kiss interrupted my words. He finally stopped holding back. “Natalie, since you’re seducing me, you need to be prepared.” All night long, we made passionate love. When I woke up, the system said: “Master, congratulations on your successful pregnancy.” I wanted to tell Landon this news. But for two straight weeks, he never appeared again, nor did he let me leave the hotel. During this time, Samuel also messaged me asking where I was. I completely ignored him. One day, Debra found me with divorce papers. “Sign them. As long as you agree to divorce, you can name any conditions you want.” “Does Samuel know about this?” Debra proudly pushed out her slightly swollen belly. “I’m now carrying his child, making me the hero of the entire Whitman family. How could he possibly still want you?” I ruthlessly exposed her true motives. “Bottom line is you’re getting desperate, right? As long as I don’t divorce him, you’ll forever be just his mistress, and your child will be illegitimate.” Debra angrily said, “So you’re not going to sign, are you? Then you can go to hell!” In the next second, she lunged at me and violently grabbed my throat. “Only I can be Samuel’s wife!” Debra pinned me down on the bed, her features twisted with rage. An overwhelming sense of suffocation washed over me. I felt dizzy, and my lower abdomen began to ache. Thinking of my baby, I used all my strength to kick Debra away. My throat burned with pain. I coughed for a while before recovering. “My baby…” Debra clutched her stomach, falling to the floor in agony as blood slowly spread beneath her. I was about to call an ambulance. “Debra!” Samuel rushed in anxiously and embraced Debra, his hands becoming stained with blood. Debra cried miserably. “Samuel, save our baby. Natalie tried to kill him!” Samuel’s eyes turned vicious. “Natalie, if anything happens to my child, I’ll make you pay!” With that, he carried Debra quickly toward the hospital. I called Landon, but his assistant answered. “Mr. Whitman is currently abroad. Miss Roberts, he wants you to rest comfortably at the hotel. He’ll be back in a week.” I stared at the still-wet bloodstains on the floor, unable to calm down. “The hotel isn’t safe. I need bodyguards.” Landon’s assistant was highly efficient. Within fifteen minutes, six black-suited bodyguards were stationed outside the presidential suite. I felt considerably more secure. Now, if I could just safely wait for Landon’s return and tell him about my pregnancy, everything could be over. A familiar sense of fatigue washed over me. I fell into a deep sleep. When I woke up, I found myself lying on a cold operating table. Debra was lightly tracing a scalpel over my body, filling me with terror. I instinctively tried to move away from her, only to discover I couldn’t summon an ounce of strength. “Debra, what have you done to me?!” Debra said venomously, “Natalie, you killed my baby and made it impossible for me to ever get pregnant again. You’ll pay for this!” My heart skipped a beat. “What are you planning to do?” Debra’s gaze slowly moved from my face down to my lower abdomen. She pointed at my belly. “I want your uterus!” I stared back in horror. “You’re insane?!” I struggled desperately, but under the influence of the drugs, it was useless. Medical staff swarmed around me to perform final checks. Suddenly, the attending physician exclaimed, “Miss Roberts, she’s pregnant!” Debra stared at me intently, then suddenly burst into laughter. “That’s even better, isn’t it?” “Begin the surgery immediately!” “No!” As the doctor reached toward me, I bit his hand with all my might. “Hasn’t the anesthetic taken effect yet? Give her another injection quickly!” “But an overdose could be dangerous for her.” “Miss Roberts only wants her uterus, nothing else matters. If she becomes brain-damaged, it’ll be even easier to handle. Inject her now!” I could only watch helplessly as the anesthetic was injected into me again. Soon, I could no longer fight the dizziness. Before losing consciousness, I vaguely saw the operating room doors being violently forced open. Landon’s face appeared in my line of sight.

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The day before my wedding, I was drugged with an aphrodisiac and sent to another man’s bed despite my fertility being the reason for my marriage. Everyone called me promiscuous, saying I deserved to be drowned in a pond. However, my fiancé Kevin Sinclair trusted me and threw me the grandest wedding. “Hailey, I know you. I know what kind of person you are.” Ten months later, I gave birth to twins for Kevin, who suffered from oligospermia, making him the next heir to the Sinclair family. But as soon as he took over, he brought back his lover Patricia Adams and her child, who had been missing for a year. He forced me to divorce him. “Patricia’s child is mine, while the children you gave birth to are just another man’s bastards!” I refused to sign the divorce papers. Patricia cried that her child couldn’t live without a father. Distraught, she ran out with her child and died in a car accident on the spot. Because of this, Kevin despised me. On a rainy night, he hanged me and my children in an abandoned sewer, leaving no bodies behind. “It’s all your fault. You killed Patricia and my child!” When I woke up again, I found myself reborn to the day before my wedding. This time, I locked Patricia in my room, then turned and walked toward the bedroom of Kevin’s uncle, Quentin Sinclair. ***** That night, after placing the unconscious Patricia on my bed, I fought against the effects of the aphrodisiac and walked to the third floor of the Sinclair mansion. Soon, I would sleep with Quentin, the head of the Sinclair family. At just twenty-eight, he was rumored to be celibate and cold. As his nephew’s fiancée, I should have been lying in my bed, desperately waiting for the thugs Patricia had arranged to rape me. But I had been reborn several hours ago. When I woke up, I found Patricia helping me into my room. As she was undressing me, she muttered, “Hailey, once you’re raped, Kevin won’t marry you!” I struggled to grab the vase by the bed and knocked her unconscious. Seeing this familiar scene, I remembered everything from my previous life. Back then, I was framed by Patricia and locked in my room with a beggar all night. The next day, we were discovered by everyone who came to decorate the bridal chamber. “Hailey’s about to get married but she cheated! She’s so promiscuous!” “She’ll seduce other men after marriage too. How dare she disrespect the Sinclair family. She should be drowned in a pond.” My parents slapped me in anger. “Damn it! You’re a disgrace to the Cooper family!” I turned pale. That beggar even accused me of seducing him! I thought everyone would despise me, but Kevin appeared and held me lovingly in his arms. “Hailey, I believe you. There must be a misunderstanding. “I don’t care. I will marry you!” I was deeply moved. Kevin took me to get our marriage license and threw a grand wedding, marrying me with great fanfare. Despite this, after our marriage, when he made love to me, there was no tenderness. His movements were rough and cruel, often causing me to bleed profusely. But I felt guilty because the first man who had sex with me wasn’t him. The Sinclair family naturally struggled to have descendants. Victor Sinclair, Kevin’s grandfather, had two sons through IVF. Now Quentin was in charge, claiming to be a bachelor for life. If Kevin had children, he would surely become the head of the Sinclair family. I had known since childhood that I was unusually fertile, which was why the Sinclair family arranged our engagement. Sure enough, after a year, I gave birth to twins for Kevin, who suffered from oligospermia, making him the heir. But I never expected that after taking over Sinclair Group, the first thing he did was bring back Patricia, who had been missing for a year. They even had a child together. Only then did I realize that Kevin had always loved Patricia, the daughter of the nanny who raised him! But due to their social gap, they couldn’t be together. Kevin threw the divorce papers in my face. “You’re just a woman who slept with a beggar. You don’t deserve to be my wife! “Patricia and I are in love. She’s been my woman all along and has given me a child. Take your two bastards and get out!” I refused the divorce. Then Patricia left crying with her child and died in a car accident. From that point on, Kevin hated me intensely. On a rainy night, he had me and my children hanged upside down in an abandoned sewer, leaving us to starve to death. I still remember the horror of being eaten by rats in that dark, damp sewer. Even now, I’m terrified. After being reborn, I was determined to change my fate! Hearing the sound of a door opening downstairs, I took a deep breath. I could feel the aphrodisiac taking strong effect. Breathing rapidly, I pushed open the door despite my discomfort. In the dimly lit room, Quentin was sitting at the bedside reading financial reports. When he saw me, his typically stern face showed a hint of surprise. “Hailey? What are you doing here?” He stood up. I stumbled forward and embraced his lean waist. Driven by the aphrodisiac, I kissed his Adam’s apple. “Quentin, I’ve been drugged with an aphrodisiac. I feel terrible. Please help me.”

Quentin froze immediately. He looked at me. “Hailey, do you realize what you’re doing?” The aphrodisiac had already made me lose my mind. My hands roamed over his body. “Quentin, make love to me.” The atmosphere instantly turned romantic. Our eyes met. We could only hear each other’s breathing. His gaze deepened. He asked in a low voice, “Are you sure? Don’t regret this later.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his. “I won’t regret it.” He narrowed his eyes slightly, held the back of my head, and carried me to the bed in one swift motion, pressing himself on top of me. Our shadows intertwined as we spent a wild night together. The next day, I only woke up when the sun was high in the sky. I immediately saw Quentin’s handsome face, his body covered in bite marks and scratches. Memories of last night came flooding back like a tidal wave. I shifted my aching body and discovered that I too was covered in purple love bites. In my previous life, after marrying Kevin, although he would sleep with me every few days, he was always rough. This was the first time I felt cherished by someone. A warm sensation flowed through my lower abdomen. I instinctively covered my belly, wondering if I might get pregnant this time. If I really did have a child, I’d like to see how Kevin would get his hands on the Sinclair Group then! Quentin’s face was very close to mine. Remembering last night’s events, I suddenly felt shy. While he was still asleep, I quietly got dressed and left. As soon as I went downstairs, I heard a commotion. Just like in my previous life, a group of people had gone to prepare my room, only to find it in complete disarray. As I approached, I heard Kevin loudly promising: “Patricia was almost raped by a thug last night. I had no choice but to sleep with her to save her. Now I must take responsibility and marry her!” In the room, he was protecting Patricia, who was wearing only a robe. Her exposed skin was covered in purple love marks. Victor was furious: “Absurd! Are you really going to give up the Cooper family’s daughter to marry a housekeeper’s daughter?” Kevin’s face darkened. Patricia hid behind him, sobbing: “Kevin, after last night, I might already be carrying your child.” Hearing this, his expression softened a bit. I couldn’t help but snicker. I had a fertile constitution, yet in my previous life, I had struggled to conceive his son, though he thought it was all his doing. All along, he never knew he had weak sperm. Hearing my voice, Kevin turned to look at me. The next second, he rushed over and gripped my wrist tightly. “Hailey, where were you last night? You were supposed to be here.” His words startled me. I couldn’t help but wonder: “Could he have been reborn too?” I remained silent. When Kevin noticed the love marks on my neck, he immediately became enraged. “You’re really something! You slut, which disgusting man left those marks on you?” My wrist ached terribly. I struggled: “Let go of me!” After living two lifetimes, this was the first time I’d seen Kevin so angry, completely different from the man I knew! Yet clearly his night with Patricia had been just as wild. I thought: “What right does he have to accuse me now?” I forcefully pulled my hand away from Kevin and took a deep breath. “You just said yourself that you’re canceling our engagement. What position are you in to criticize me? I was foolish before, but now I see clearly. I won’t like you anymore. Mr. Kevin Sinclair, Ms. Adams, congratulations on getting what you wanted.” The room fell silent. Kevin laughed in extreme anger, saying mockingly: “Hailey, are you playing hard to get?” “In your dreams! I won’t make the same mistake as in my previous life. I only love Patricia!”

At that moment, I was certain Kevin had been reborn. I forced myself to stay calm. “Kevin, whoever you love has nothing to do with me, and whoever I choose to be with is none of your business.” Kevin’s face darkened, his eyes turning predatory. He was about to say something when Patricia grabbed his hand. “Kevin.” His expression softened. He put his arm around her and looked at me mockingly. “Everyone knows you once said you’d marry no one but me. Why are you acting so high and mighty now?” “Only someone as pure as Patricia deserves to be my wife and bear my children. A promiscuous woman like you with a messy personal life has no right to marry into the Sinclair family.” Patricia looked extremely pleased and touched. “Thank you, Kevin.” “You! You’ve completely lost your mind.” Victor was furious, clutching his chest as he began to collapse. Everyone gasped and rushed toward him. Kevin anxiously supported him while giving me a fierce sideways glance. “Grandfather is sick because of you. Are you satisfied now?” Then he helped Victor into the house. Watching Kevin’s retreating figure, I suddenly remembered our past. We grew up together. When I was little, I said, “Kevin, when I grow up, I want to be your bride and stay with you forever!” Kevin would smile and agree. My parents were often away on business trips. I was afraid of being alone. But Kevin would always keep me company, saying he would take care of everything. Yet later, he abandoned me and even tried to kill me. Hurried footsteps brought me back to reality. Just as I was about to follow them, Patricia’s mocking voice rang out. “Give it up. Don’t think Kevin will marry you just because you have Victor’s support.” I turned and calmly looked at her. Patricia began to boast, her eyes revealing her desire. “Hailey, you must be so frustrated. You never expected that Kevin and I have already been intimate. “You’ve been clinging to Kevin all Christmas, but so what? Once I become the lady of the Sinclair family and bear his children, everything will be mine. “You were drugged last night too. I don’t know which man you slept with, but it’s pathetic that a rich girl like you got raped.” As the daughter of a housekeeper, Patricia’s greatest wish was to marry into the Sinclair family to elevate her social status. Only after experiencing my previous life did I realize she had resented me for a long time. Because I was going to marry Kevin, she plotted against me and even arranged for someone to rape me before my wedding. She got into a car accident while pregnant, but she made me and my child bear Kevin’s hatred and revenge. In this life, Patricia thought marrying Kevin would make her wealthy. But what she didn’t know was that without me, Kevin, who suffered from oligospermia, would never have children, thus losing his chance to inherit the family position. I smiled at Patricia and sincerely said, “Then I wish you get pregnant soon and successfully become the lady of the Sinclair family.” My body ached terribly. So I didn’t want to waste more words with her and planned to check on Victor before going home. The next second, she suddenly grabbed me. “Who do you think Kevin will believe more, you or me?” Before I could process what was happening. Patricia screamed loudly, then tumbled down the staircase. I stared in shock, my instinctively outstretched hand still frozen in mid-air. At that moment, Kevin’s furious voice came from behind me. “You bitch! What did you do to Patricia?” I turned around in shock, and then Kevin slapped me hard across the face. “I just left, and you’re already bullying Patricia. How did I never notice how vicious you are? Do you really think I’ll keep indulging you like before?” I staggered back a few steps, nearly losing my balance. My cheek burned with pain, and my ears were ringing. Perhaps Kevin realized he’d hit me too hard; he frowned, appearing somewhat flustered. From downstairs came Patricia’s intermittent cries of pain: “Kevin, it hurts so much.” Kevin didn’t hesitate any longer and immediately went downstairs to help her up. “Patricia, are you okay?” Tears slid down Patricia’s face. Leaning into Kevin’s arms, she sobbed, “Kevin, I just told Ms. Cooper that I’ve admired you for many Christmases, and then she got angry. While you were gone, she deliberately pushed me down the stairs.” He held her tightly, looking at me with disgust: “Hailey, you can take your anger out on me, but why target Patricia? A vicious woman like you could never compare to her!” He picked her up and said viciously, “If anything happens to Patricia, I won’t let you off the hook!” After they left, I stood there, my face pale. People around me saw my disheveled clothes and tears in my eyes, and couldn’t help but mock me. “Ms. Cooper has been by Mr. Kevin Sinclair’s side for so many Christmases. Who would have thought she couldn’t even compare to a housekeeper’s daughter!” “The hickeys on Patricia’s body show just how wild her night with Mr. Kevin Sinclair was!” Someone looked at the large hickeys exposed on my neck and taunted, “Could it be that Mr. Kevin Sinclair refused to sleep with you last night, so you deliberately went to sleep with another man?” “Hailey used to act so pure, but behind closed doors she’s actually this promiscuous.” Their mockery made me feel suffocated. But I hadn’t spoken much with Quentin yet, so I couldn’t possibly say that man was him. I didn’t want to deal with these comments anymore. It took me a long time to get up, and I dejectedly returned to the Cooper mansion. My parents, Owen Cooper and Laura Cooper, had already heard about what happened at the Sinclair mansion. Seeing how worried they were about me, I couldn’t help but cry. In my previous life, they thought I would be happy marrying Kevin, and they used almost all of the Cooper family’s assets to help him. Later, they passed away, and there was no one left to support me. Feeling wronged, I said sadly, “Mom, I want to cancel the engagement.” My parents readily agreed and immediately prepared to go to the Sinclair mansion. But early the next morning, Kevin arrived. As soon as he entered, he got straight to the point: “Yesterday you caused Patricia to injure her leg, but she’s not holding it against you. You just need to apologize to her, and this matter will be over. Also, I plan to marry her. You go tell my grandfather that you seduced another man and betrayed me first, so you can’t marry into the Sinclair family out of shame!” I was shocked by his arrogant words. His plan really worked in his favor! I took a deep breath, clenching my fists: “Kevin, let’s cancel our engagement. I’ll let you be with Patricia.” Kevin was stunned for a second. Perhaps in his view, these weren’t words I should be saying. He roared, “Hailey, what feminine energy scheme are you trying to pull now?” The next second, a sound came from outside the living room. Everyone looked toward the source of the sound. Quentin, dressed in a suit, walked in with several members of the Sinclair family behind him. Kevin stood frozen: “Quentin, why are you here?” I hastily looked away, not daring to meet Quentin’s eyes. Then, his clear voice rang out: “I’m here to marry Hailey.”

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After I was diagnosed with oligospermia, my wife Emilia Duncan had to sleep with my adopted brother Gabriel Jones to have a child. Each time she had unprotected sex with Gabriel, she would force me to get a vasectomy. She claimed she was worried my sperm would affect the quality of the baby, while promising to fulfill one of my requests. Over three Christmases, I’ve had eighteen vasectomies, and Emilia has broken her promises eighteen times. The first time, I wanted to take Emilia to meet my friends, but at the last minute, she ditched me and went to a hotel with Gabriel. To apologize, I drank until I got a perforated ulcer, becoming the laughingstock of all my friends. The second time, I asked Emilia to accompany me home to visit my mother’s grave. She agreed, but halfway through the trip, she left me on an overpass because Gabriel called saying he had a cold. I was hit and broke several bones, spending three whole months in the hospital. After that, whatever request I had, Gabriel would always interfere. I’ve been angry and dissatisfied, but Emilia seemed indifferent. She said, “Your sperm quality is so poor, that’s why I’m having a baby with Gabriel. We’re still husband and wife, and you two are brothers. Why are you being so petty?” After her eighteenth broken promise, she showed me her pregnancy test results, saying she was finally pregnant with Gabriel’s child. I finally felt exhausted and pushed the divorce papers in front of her plate of spaghetti. “Let’s get divorced.” ***** My wife Emilia Duncan’s eighteenth broken promise happened at the IPO celebration of her ninety-ninth company. I organized the celebration event, but my adopted brother Gabriel Jones took all the credit. Everyone in the private room assumed they were a married couple. A man said, “Mrs. Duncan and Mr. Gabriel Jones make such a lovely couple. It’s a wonderful day. Why don’t you sing a love song together?” A woman chimed in, “You’re right. We want to hear Mrs. Duncan and Mr. Gabriel Jones sing passionately together.” Hearing these voices, I, the husband who had been married to Emilia for three Christmases, could only sit in the corner watching her sing passionately with Gabriel. After I was diagnosed with oligospermia, she slept with Gabriel. When they came out of the hotel, they were coincidentally seen by people from the company. Everyone knew she had a husband, so she directly passed Gabriel off as me, lying that Gabriel was her husband. Afterward, she knew she had wronged me and hurriedly tried to make it up to me, but wouldn’t let me reclaim my own identity. I clenched my fists, watching them kiss amid the noisy crowd. My heart felt like it was being sliced by a knife, and I couldn’t bear to look at them anymore. I went downstairs and stood by the roadside, letting the cold wind cut through me. After the party ended, Emilia drove up and stopped in front of me. “Gabriel is drunk, I need to take him home. You can take a taxi back.” She never let me sit in her passenger seat. And now, Gabriel was lying there. Gabriel looked at me provocatively. “Sorry, Albert. Emilia is spending the night with me.” Hearing his suggestive tone, Emilia frowned but said nothing. They gazed at each other, and even the air seemed to thicken. The intimacy between them had long exceeded normal boundaries, even surpassing the intimacy between Emilia and me. Since she started sleeping with Gabriel, Emilia found all sorts of excuses to avoid being intimate with me. Not long after my last vasectomy, she told me she was pregnant. But still, she refused to hold my hand. The outcome was already crystal clear. I asked softly, “Will you be coming home later then?” Before the celebration began, she had promised to come home with me for my birthday tonight. Emilia was silent for a moment, then answered, “No. I need to take care of Gabriel tonight.” My heart ached. When I was rolling on the floor in pain from drinking, she claimed she had germophobia and wouldn’t touch me, but now she was rushing to Gabriel’s house to take care of him. It turned out her germophobia was only directed at me. Perhaps feeling guilty, Emilia added, “What birthday gift would you like? I’ll buy it for you.” I took a deep breath and pulled out the divorce papers from my bag. “If that’s the case, please sign these documents.” Emilia signed without even looking at the content. “I need to take care of Gabriel tonight, so I’ll come back tomorrow to celebrate your birthday with you.” Her tone was unusually gentle, but I felt nothing but endless mockery inside. However, once the divorce papers were processed, I could finally end things with her completely. The next day, when Emilia returned home, I was packing up my belongings to move out. Her clothes were wrinkled, and there were faint kiss marks on her neck. “What are you doing?” Emilia walked up behind me and wrapped her arms around me. My body stiffened for a moment. Smelling a fragrance that didn’t belong to our home, I calmly walked away. “I’m clearing out the old stuff.” Emilia just nodded. She poured herself a glass of water, completely oblivious to the trash can already filled with photos I had torn to pieces. Perhaps sensing my coldness, she put down her glass and softly asked, “Albert, what document did you have me sign yesterday?”

My fingers trembled suddenly, emotions churning beneath the surface before settling back into calm. I smiled, pretending to be casual. “It’s nothing, just some business orders.” Emilia wrapped her arms around my neck and planted a kiss on my lips. “Next time, you can sign it for me. You’re my husband. What’s mine is yours.” She said it so naturally, as if she wasn’t the same person who constantly refused to acknowledge my status in front of others. Deep down, I knew the truth. Emilia did have feelings for me. After all, those beautiful memories couldn’t lie. But those good memories couldn’t erase the ridicule I’d endured and the price I’d paid these past three years. I replied, “Okay.” Hearing my response, Emilia’s tension melted away. She suddenly said, “My parents just called. They’re coming over.” I instinctively replied, “I’ll go with you to pick them up.” But Emilia refused, saying, “No. You know my dad gets angry whenever he sees you. I don’t want him to hurt you.” I fell silent. We’d been married for three years, but I still hadn’t formally met her father, Ethan Duncan, or her mother, Hallie Duncan. The only time I met Ethan, he suddenly flew into a rage, chasing after me and hurling insults, saying I wasn’t good enough for his daughter. Emilia said she didn’t want them to hurt me, so she forbade me from seeing them again. I forced a smile and said, “Alright, you go ahead then.” A flash of guilt I couldn’t quite understand crossed Emilia’s eyes. She kissed me on the cheek and said lightly, “Honey, I’m sorry. When I get back, I’ll make it up to you.” After Emilia left, I continued packing. Yet all my belongings couldn’t even fill a twenty-inch suitcase. The suitcase was small, easy for me to carry—just as easy as it was for Emilia to discard me. Afterward, I went to the company to submit my resignation. The HR manager was shocked and hesitated to accept my resignation letter. “Mr. Jones, does Ms. Duncan know about your resignation? You’ve been Ms. Duncan’s right-hand man since the company was founded. We all thought you’d stay here for Ms. Duncan’s sake.” Truthfully, I also thought I would never leave Emilia. But after disappointment upon disappointment, I realized that hearts can break. When the company was first established, I accompanied Emilia to countless business dinners to get where we are today. When her first company went public, she set off fireworks for me that the whole city could see. Under those fireworks, her eyes shone brighter than the display as she said she was grateful to have me by her side. But beautiful memories belong only to the past. I said, “The company grew through everyone’s collective efforts, so it won’t matter if I’m gone.” Seeing my determination, the HR manager said nothing more, only telling me, “I hope your future is bright.” I nodded. Just then, several women behind her suddenly let out a shriek. One woman said, “No wonder Ms. Duncan has been in such a good mood lately—she’s pregnant!” My steps faltered, and a bold intern asked me, “Mr. Jones, you’re close to Ms. Duncan. You must have been the first to know, right?” Suddenly, I saw a family photo. Gabriel stood in what should have been my place, his arm around Emilia as they smiled happily, while Ethan and Hallie sat in front of them with warm smiles. This was from Gabriel’s Instagram, with the caption: [We’re having a baby! From now on, we’ll be a happy family of five. I can’t wait for the baby’s arrival.] My heart ached. Gabriel had effortlessly gained what I couldn’t achieve in three years. Perhaps from the beginning, having a relationship with Gabriel for the sake of a child was just Emilia’s lie to cover up her affair. I forced myself to smile and answered, “I didn’t know.” Then I turned and hurried into the elevator. When the doors opened, Gabriel emerged, supporting Ethan, while Emilia stood beside them, smiling as they chatted. Hallie was even praising him, saying, “Gabriel is really wonderful.” I instinctively pressed a random floor button, and the elevator doors closed quickly. Staring at my disheveled reflection in the elevator mirror, I gave a bitter smile, lacking even the courage to confront them. After calming down, I took a deep breath, pulled out my phone, and dialed a number.

After hanging up the phone, I walked out of the elevator and returned to my office. The handover process wasn’t complete yet, so I couldn’t leave immediately. Listening to the celebratory sounds from outside, my emotions gradually returned to normal. Once I’m gone, Emilia will have nothing to do with me anymore. While I was organizing files, someone suddenly knocked on my office door. Seeing the paper shreds all over the floor, Emilia walked in looking shocked. “Albert, why are you destroying so many documents?” I tossed my resignation letter in front of her, saying flatly, “I’ve resigned. Isn’t it normal to destroy my previous files?” Emilia’s eyes widened. The next second, Gabriel rushed in from behind her and snatched the resignation letter. After quickly scanning it, he said with a smirk, “Resignation letter? This is just a stack of waste paper. Everyone knows that employee resignations need approval from both Emilia and me. Albert, I know you’re upset about seeing my Instagram post. But you’re going too far just to get Emilia’s attention.” Hearing his words, Emilia’s expression changed from panic to resignation. “Albert, I just took a photo with Gabriel. You don’t need to do this.” I looked at her silently. All these Christmases, I had been the one keeping the company running, and the resignation procedures had already been reformed. They were too busy enjoying life to know anything about it. But before I could explain, she had already believed Gabriel’s nonsense. I felt there was no point in explaining further, so I simply kept quiet. Emilia stepped forward, took my hand, and gazed at me earnestly. “Albert, I know I’ve been unfair to you lately. I’ve been thinking, how about we have a proper wedding ceremony? Consider it my way of making it up to you.” Hearing her words, my heart trembled. Back when we applied for our marriage license, Emilia had repeatedly delayed setting a wedding date, claiming she was too busy with work. Later, to have a child, she hid me away, pretending she and Gabriel were a married couple. But now, she suddenly wanted to have a wedding ceremony with me? Before I could react, Emilia pulled me outside. “I brought my parents to the company. They said they wanted to see you and discuss the wedding plans.” I was stunned, thinking, “So she brought her parents to the company specifically to see me?” I followed Emilia into her office. In the office, Ethan and Hallie were sitting on the sofa. When they saw me, they both snorted coldly. Despite appearing cold, their attitude was much better than before. After all, they used to insult me constantly. I instinctively looked at Emilia, wondering, “Could it be that she wants to have a proper life with me now?” The next second, Ethan threw an agreement at me. “Sign this agreement, and we’ll consent to your wedding with Emilia.” I glanced down. The words “Share Transfer Agreement” stung my eyes. My heart sank, and I felt like I’d been doused with cold water. Hallie said greedily, “You can’t have children, so these shares are wasted on you. Better to leave them for the child in Emilia’s womb.” I clenched my fists, feeling an indescribable pain fill my heart. Emilia’s child was still in her womb, and they were already coveting my assets. What’s more ridiculous was that the child had no blood relation to me whatsoever. I turned to look at Emilia and found not a trace of guilt in her expression. Emilia smiled and said, “Albert, haven’t you always wanted my parents to accept you? Just sign it. The child is ours. Once you sign the agreement, I’ll marry you right away.” I laughed bitterly, feeling foolish for having been so hopeful just moments ago. Ethan and Hallie kept trying to persuade me, with Ethan saying, “You did help Emilia’s career initially. But now she’s very successful, and you’re no longer worthy of her. It’s your luck that she’s willing to marry you.” “No need,” I looked up and calmly interrupted them. “I’ve already divorced Emilia.” After hearing what I said, everyone present was shocked. Emilia frowned and said, “Albert, you’re being too harsh. I already told you I’d arrange another wedding ceremony for you. Do you really have to say this?” Apparently, she still didn’t understand the situation and thought I was just angry. Ethan and Hallie standing nearby were also furious. Ethan said, “Divorce isn’t something you can decide on your own. Do you have any idea how much Emilia suffered to marry you?” And Hallie shouted, “You, a man who can’t even have children, dare to ask for a divorce? I should never have let Emilia marry you in the first place.” Seeing how agitated they were, I felt my heart growing colder. In their eyes, I didn’t even have a say in anything. Ethan threw the agreement in front of me again, and both he and Hallie raised their voices. “Sign it now! Emilia won’t indulge your nonsense.” Emilia took my hand, trying to soothe me. “Albert, I know you’re still upset. Don’t worry, even if you transfer the shares, your position in the company won’t change.” Didn’t her words just mean she wanted to use me as free labor? I kept clenching my fists, my heart being crushed repeatedly. Remembering the call I made in the elevator about transferring most of my equity, I looked up and said, “Fine. I’ll sign it.” I took the agreement from them and signed it. Ethan and Hallie were finally satisfied, smiling as they said, “Good. We’ll withdraw this money first and keep it safe for the child.” With that, they took the agreement and happily walked toward the finance department. Seeing them leave, Emilia came over and took my arm, her cheeks slightly flushed with excitement. “Albert, let’s confirm our wedding date. Which day would you prefer?” Feeling her softness against me, I no longer felt any stirring, and just said flatly, “I’m not in a hurry. We can decide later.” Noticing my coldness, Emilia bit her lip, feeling a hint of unease. She pushed me down onto the sofa, her warm breath right next to my ear. “Albert, it’s been a long time since we’ve been intimate. Should we try now? I’ve heard that sex during pregnancy can be more exciting.” My body trembled. Seeing the red marks on her neck that hadn’t yet faded, I felt nauseated. I pushed her away and stood up. Taking a deep breath, I suppressed the disgust in my heart. “It’s too hot today. I’m going downstairs to get a coffee.” Leaving a bewildered Emilia behind, I turned and walked away. But I didn’t expect that after just a few steps, Gabriel would block my path. He had clearly overheard my conversation with Emilia. Thinking I was scared, he taunted me smugly, “You’re quite smart indeed. Albert, while you’re at it, buy me a box of condoms too. Your wife and I have had sex many times. You know my size.” I couldn’t take it anymore and punched him to the ground. “Gabriel, I’ve tolerated you for far too long.” The next second, a sharp slap echoed in the hallway. “Albert, what the hell are you doing?” Emilia yelled. My face stung. Turning my head, I saw Emilia glaring at me in anger. I stared wide-eyed as she crouched down, concernedly checking Gabriel’s injuries. Seeing that I had knocked out two of his teeth, Emilia was furious and turned to accuse me, “Albert, he’s your benefactor. How could you treat him like this?” She had been close to us, so she must have heard Gabriel’s insulting words. Yet, even so, she didn’t hesitate to take Gabriel’s side. Watching Emilia carefully help Gabriel up, I felt terrible. “I don’t think we need to have a wedding anymore. Someone like you can’t even compare to Gabriel.” After saying this, she supported Gabriel as they turned and closed the office door behind them. The hallway was filled with colleagues, and their eyes were full of contempt as they looked at me. A female colleague whispered, “Miss Duncan and Mr. Gabriel are perfect for each other. What is he doing? He’s so shameless.” My palms were bleeding from my own nails, but that pain was nothing compared to the ache in my heart. In the end, I just gave a bitter laugh. Meeting those gazes, I returned to my own office, then uploaded my resignation notice to the company’s internal system. Then, with my already minimal belongings, I went downstairs, got in my car, and left this city for good.

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My boyfriend Alfred Clark doesn’t like to wear condoms during sex, which has caused me to get pregnant ten times. I even had to pay for the abortion procedures myself because he claimed he had no money. The evening after my latest procedure, I went to work as a cocktail waitress at a club to earn extra money. However, outside one of the private rooms, I saw Alfred wearing a custom-tailored suit, saying he had bought jewelry worth a billion dollars for Mia Reid, the woman he truly loved. One of his friends crudely remarked, “Alfred, I heard you deliberately got Daisy Bell pregnant again. That’s the tenth time, right? This is your revenge for Mia, isn’t it?” Alfred replied coldly, “Daisy stole first place from Mia in that debate competition. So I deliberately pretended to be poor, approached her, and taught her a lesson. These past years, I’ve warned all businesses in Washington not to hire Daisy, forcing her to work multiple jobs to support me. She deserves it.” Hearing his words, the others laughed lewdly. Then, a man asked, “Alfred, do you have any feelings for her? You must be tired of that poor woman by now. Aren’t you afraid she’ll discover the truth and break up with you or cause trouble?” Alfred said with disgust, “My heart only has room for Mia. On Daisy’s birthday, I’ll use a marriage proposal as an excuse to publish her intimate photos and videos online, and then reveal the truth. I want to see just how desperate she’ll be then.” As he spoke, he threw a stack of photos on the table, letting everyone look at them. Accompanied by a burst of laughter, I felt like I was sinking into an icy pit. One man laughed and said, “Alfred, you’re so loyal. Daisy looks innocent, but I never imagined she’d be so wild in bed. If Alfred hadn’t already ruined her, I’d want to try her myself.” They laughed obscenely while looking at my intimate photos, humiliating me without restraint. Alfred laughed coldly and said contemptuously, “Daisy always liked to bully Mia. So I’ll destroy her reputation. Don’t reveal my identity before Daisy’s birthday. Otherwise, that gold-digger will definitely cling to me and not let me go.” I stood frozen at the doorway, my red eyes filled with disbelief. No wonder for the past five years, Alfred always took out his phone to record videos during sex. When I asked him why, Alfred said these videos were to ease his longing when he couldn’t see me. Since I was always busy with part-time jobs, I softened and agreed. Suddenly, Alfred’s loud laughter and intermittent moaning sounds came from the private room. “I have videos on my phone too. If you call me daddy, I’ll show you the videos.” I felt like someone was squeezing my heart, making it impossible to breathe. I couldn’t bear to hear more, so I turned and stumbled away from the club. Outside, it was pouring rain, and because I had just had surgery, my lower abdomen started hurting again. I couldn’t tell if it was tears or rain streaming down my face. When I met Alfred that year, I had just graduated from college. My parents had passed away early, leaving me with their debts. When debt collectors found me, Alfred suddenly appeared and protected me. He took out all his savings to help me pay off the debt. After we got together, Alfred always said he was poor, so I worked three or four jobs a day to support both of us. I also wondered why, despite graduating with excellent grades, no company was willing to hire me. Alfred comforted me, saying I would definitely find a good job in the future and that he would never leave me. His sex drive was strong, and he didn’t like using condoms, so I kept getting pregnant over and over. Each time I got pregnant, he would say we weren’t in a position to raise a child. So even though I had ten abortions, I never complained. But it turns out this was all a scam he had designed. Back at our rental apartment, I sat on the sofa until dark. Then, I heard the door opening, and Alfred staggered in, obviously drunk. Alfred said, “Daisy, I went out tonight to secure some investment and drank a lot. My stomach hurts.” If it had been before, I would have thoughtfully made him honey lemon tea. But now, I was just tired. When he didn’t hear my response, Alfred came over and hugged me. “What’s wrong? Are you in a bad mood?” Fighting back my disgust, I shook my head and said, “I’m fine.” Alfred didn’t suspect anything, and his hands started to reach inside my clothes. His intentions were obvious. I frowned, avoiding his touch, and said, “I just had surgery. I don’t want to.” After his mood was disrupted, Alfred instinctively scolded, “What are you pretending for? It’s not like you haven’t had abortions before.” My heart filled with endless bitterness. Realizing he had said something wrong, Alfred softened his tone. “I’m sorry, Daisy. I’m drunk, so I misspoke. You should rest. I’ll make you something to eat.” He kissed my forehead and went to the kitchen. Just then, Alfred’s phone on the table suddenly rang. I picked up his phone and unlocked it. As always, his password was my birthday. On his WhatsApp, messages kept popping up in a group chat. [Alfred, Mia is coming back to the country tomorrow. We’ve prepared all the gifts you wanted.] [Jewelry worth over a hundred million dollars and fresh seasonal flowers flown in.] [If Mia knew about all the things Alfred has done for her these past years, she would be so happy.] I clenched my fists. So this is how clearly Alfred distinguishes between the person he loves and the one he doesn’t. I smiled self-mockingly and put the phone back. After coming out of the kitchen, Alfred checked the messages on his phone and smiled happily. When he looked at me again, he pretended to be frustrated and said, “Baby, my boss has arranged something urgent for me tomorrow. I can’t spend our anniversary with you.” I lowered my head, not exposing his lie. After all, I no longer wanted this relationship full of schemes, nor did I want Alfred anymore.

Early the next morning, I got up to pack my belongings. I barely slept all night, my mind unable to find peace. Last night while Alfred was in the kitchen, I tried to unlock the private album on his phone. But he came back too quickly, and I didn’t have time to delete anything. I needed to erase all those videos before leaving. Just then, Alfred’s confused voice came from behind me: “Daisy, why are you packing? Where are you going?” My hands paused briefly as I calmly lied, “These things are too old. I’m throwing them away.” Alfred nodded, not noticing anything unusual, while I felt terrible inside. For the past five years, to save money, I never threw away old things but continued using them. If he had looked carefully, he would have noticed the box contained items I used daily. But Alfred never paid attention to me, nor did he care about these inexpensive items. For five years, he’s been acting along with me, which must have been quite tiresome for him. Alfred was wearing an exceptionally formal suit today, clearly expensive. I asked, “Is this a new suit?” Seeing me examining him, Alfred became somewhat flustered. “It’s a suit from the company. Since today’s client is important, I need to dress more formally.” Seeing I didn’t question his explanation, Alfred relaxed. Before leaving, he gave me a hug. “I’m very busy today. After I get my bonus tomorrow, I’ll buy you a gift to make it up to you.” “Okay,” I responded softly, feeling completely exhausted. As soon as Alfred left, I booked a flight online. After purchasing the ticket, I realized my account balance wasn’t enough. I went to the bank to withdraw the marriage fund I’d been saving for years. I had once dreamed of marrying Alfred, so I deposited money every month. But after checking the balance, the clerk frowned, returned my card, and said, “There’s only $27.68 left in this account.” Hearing this, I froze. The nearly empty balance hit my heart like a sledgehammer. “That’s impossible. For five years, I’ve been saving money every month.” The clerk informed me: “Your money has been regularly transferred out. It seems it’s been spent.” I felt sick, knowing exactly who was responsible. All these years, I worked tirelessly to support both of us. Even when I was so exhausted I could only eat ramen packets, I never touched the money in this account. But Alfred also knew the password. Although he always claimed he had no money, his clothes were expensive, and he even owned many luxury items. I forced a smile: “Please help me withdraw what’s left.” After receiving the money, I clutched it tightly, realizing it wasn’t nearly enough for my expenses after leaving. Gritting my teeth, I contacted my friend to help me find a high-paying part-time job. She quickly responded and introduced me to a position as a server at a banquet hall. In the evening, I went to the upscale hotel according to the address. After changing into my uniform, I cautiously entered the banquet hall, which was beautifully decorated with flowers and crystals everywhere. But in the next moment, I froze, my face turning pale. On stage, Alfred, dressed in a formal suit, was arm in arm with Mia, looking deeply in love. So this was the venue for the party Alfred had prepared for Mia, to welcome her back. Admiring comments from the surrounding guests continued to reach my ears. One woman remarked appreciatively, “Mr. Clark is so thoughtful toward Ms. Reid. This venue is decorated according to her preferences.” Another woman added, “I heard Mr. Clark prepared South African diamonds and jewelry worth billions of dollars. It seems they’ll be getting married soon.” I hurriedly lowered my head, suppressing the bitterness in my heart. For five years, the only gift Alfred ever gave me was a cheap pair of earrings worth about ten dollars from a street vendor. I even treasured them like precious items, rarely wearing them. I turned to leave, but suddenly someone tripped me. I lost my balance and crashed directly into the champagne tower, causing a tremendous noise. Countless bottles shattered on me. Immediately, I felt intense pain throughout my body. Everyone in the banquet hall turned to look, including the couple on stage. Seeing me in such a miserable state, Alfred was shocked: “What are you doing here?”

I endured the pain of glass piercing my palm as I looked at Alfred. “Alfred.” I managed to stand up. All at once, mocking, contemptuous, and disgusted glances shot toward me, making me feel extremely uncomfortable. Someone inquired, “Mr. Clark, do you know this waitress?” Alfred’s previously composed face revealed a hint of panic. Then, frowning, he said, “She was a waitress at a restaurant before. I felt sorry for her and gave her a tip. Since then, she’s been stalking me.” Hearing his words, the people around seemed to understand something, and their gazes toward me filled with judgment. A man said, “I’ve seen this trick many times. Mr. Clark’s status is beyond her reach.” A woman added, “Ms. Reid and Mr. Clark are perfect for each other. This waitress is actually trying to ruin their relationship.” I stared intently at Alfred. Alfred frowned as he strode forward, grabbing me and scolding in a low voice, “I’m here with clients. Why are you causing trouble? Do you want me to lose my job?” Even at this point, he was still acting. I tiredly pushed his hand away, not wanting to argue with him. Just then, Mia walked over, her expression haughty and disdainful. “Daisy, you were known as a good student in our university. How have you fallen to working as a waitress now?” Hearing her words, everyone around began to laugh. I looked at her with complicated feelings. Back then, I had only seen her from afar during a campus debate competition, knowing only that she was the daughter of the Reid family, cherished since childhood. However, I never imagined that simply because I won first place, I would fall into a five-year deception. Seeing that I remained silent, Mia smiled and tossed me a card, saying, “You’ve ruined my party. How will you compensate me?” I clenched my hands at my sides. She pointed to the alcohol displayed on the banquet hall tables and continued, “If you drink all of these, I’ll let you go and give you that card too.” I was stunned because I had just had surgery and couldn’t drink alcohol at all. Seeing that I didn’t move, Alfred became very impatient and lowered his voice, saying, “Are you trying to make me lose my job? How can you be so selfish? Can’t you think about me for once? Do you know how much these drinks cost? Even if you sold yourself, you couldn’t afford them. Drink now!” As he spoke, Alfred forcefully shoved the bottle into my hand. This was the man I had deeply loved for five years! The people around kept urging me, even pushing me. I took a deep breath, then with trembling hands raised the bottle and emptied it. I drank one bottle after another, eventually breaking into a cold sweat, with sharp pain radiating from my abdomen. I looked up at the very satisfied Mia. “I’ve finished. Is the money mine now?” Mia tossed the card in front of me like she was giving alms. After I picked it up, Alfred grabbed me and said, “Leave now, stop embarrassing me here. We’ll discuss this when I get back.” I was dragged to the door, nearly falling. Fighting through the pain, I looked back. At that moment, Alfred was carefully adjusting Mia’s dress, completely different from how he had treated me moments ago. I felt a lump in my throat but forced myself to hold back. That night, I developed a high fever. When I woke up again, I saw Alfred sitting by the bed. He looked very serious, pretending to be concerned as he asked, “Are you feeling better?” Without waiting for my response, he accused, “Do you know you almost ruined everything for me today?” I lowered my head, gripping the sheets tightly. After a long while, I asked softly, pretending to know nothing, “Weren’t you with clients? Why were you there? Why did they call you Mr. Clark?” Alfred’s eyes darted away. Then, holding my hand, he said, “That person is a major client of our company. Everything I did today was for our future. “Daisy, you don’t understand these people. To get close to the wealthy, I had to fabricate an identity. I love you, that’s why I had to do this. Don’t you want me to marry you?” Hearing these words, I felt nothing, but I still pretended to be very moved. Feigning confusion, I asked again, “I remember you saying there shouldn’t be secrets between lovers. But why do you have a private album on your phone? Is there something we still need to hide from each other?” After hearing what I said, Alfred froze. But his expression quickly returned to normal as he covered up, “I locked those videos because I was worried someone else might see them.” Then, he took out his phone and handed it to me, saying tenderly, “Try opening it. The password is your birthday.” I took it, feeling dazed. “Why is the password my birthday?” Alfred affectionately ruffled my hair. “Because I love you.” If I hadn’t already overheard those conversations, I might have actually believed him. After entering my birthday, I was indeed able to unlock the album. I didn’t look at anything and simply returned the phone to Alfred. He sighed with relief and changed the subject, “Tomorrow is your birthday. I plan to use this bonus to give you a proper celebration. And I’ve prepared a surprise for you. You must be there.” My nails dug deep into my palm, but I pretended to be deeply touched. “Alfred, you’re so good to me.” Seeing me like this, Alfred’s eyes betrayed a flash of contempt. That night, after Alfred fell asleep, I secretly unlocked his phone and saw messages constantly popping up. They seemed to be discussing tomorrow’s plan. [Alfred, didn’t you say you were going to share Daisy’s private videos with us on her birthday? Why haven’t you sent them yet?] [Do you think Daisy will cling to Alfred once she sees how rich he is?] [Of course! Typically, poor women like her latch onto wealthy men.] With trembling breath, I exited the group chat, then opened the private videos and albums and pressed “delete all.” In that moment, I felt nothing but relief. The next day, Alfred dressed very handsomely. He kissed me and said, “I’m going to set up the venue first. Make sure you dress nicely today, don’t wear those cheap clothes. I bought you a new dress. Remember to wear it.” I nodded. After Alfred left, I saw a red dress he had placed on the bed. It was made of fine material with a beautiful cut, unlike anything I’d worn over Christmas. This was the first time Alfred had given me something so expensive, but it was full of calculation. I tossed it back onto the bed and prepared to take my suitcase to the airport. Just then, my phone rang. My friend had sent me a link, anxiously asking: [Daisy, is this you? How could you make this kind of video?] Confused, I clicked the link, and my face suddenly turned pale. These were the private videos I had deleted last night, and the comments below were full of insulting remarks. All my information had been exposed. Many people were asking if I was the woman in the video, some even asking how much it would cost to sleep with me for a night. With trembling hands, I closed my phone, feeling cold all over. Why wouldn’t Alfred leave me alone? I thought deleting the videos would solve everything, but I never imagined he had already saved backups. I wiped away my tears, put on a mask, and headed to the airport. After checking in, I sent Alfred a message: [Let’s break up. I don’t love you anymore.] Then I removed my SIM card, threw it in the trash, and boarded the plane without hesitation. ***** At the Star Hotel, looking at the red roses on display, Alfred told the waiter, “Take all of these away and replace them with lilies, Daisy’s favorite.” Seeing how much he cared, his friends were shocked. One man asked, “Alfred, you haven’t fallen for her, have you? Why are you setting up the venue so carefully?” Another man added, “Didn’t you say you were going to teach her a lesson today?” Mia bit her lower lip, her beautiful face full of hurt. “Alfred, weren’t you supposed to be getting revenge for me? Why are you so serious about throwing her a birthday party?” Alfred’s expression was complex. After a long while, he took Mia’s hand. “Of course I want to surprise her first, then let her fall from heaven to hell. That’s more fun, isn’t it? Don’t worry. You’re the only one I care about.” Hearing his words, Mia smiled coyly. Just then, a surprised exclamation rang out. A man handed his phone to Alfred in shock. “Alfred, did you already release Daisy’s videos? Everyone online is talking about them.”

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On the tenth Christmas of my secret crush on Irene Rogers, someone drugged her, and she mistakenly stumbled into my room. That night, I was forced to become her antidote, spending a wild night with her. Afterward, Irene discovered she was pregnant and had no choice but to marry me. However, throughout our seven years of marriage, she has always publicly claimed that Leander Jefferson, her first love, is her husband, never mentioning me. When our son Gavin, who suffered from congenital heart disease, accidentally called Irene “Mom” at a party, she tied him to a bungee cord and pushed him off a high-rise building. I desperately begged Irene to spare Gavin, but she just sneered, “This is just a small punishment; he won’t die. It’s his fault for upsetting Leander.” While I held Gavin’s cold body, my heart turning to ashes, Irene was buying advertisements across the city to publicly declare her love for Leander. I buried Gavin alone and returned home with his urn. Seeing me enter, Irene frowned and told me not to keep bringing Gavin around her. I didn’t answer, just gave her an utterly sarcastic smile. Forget about appearing before her—once our contract ends, I’ll disappear completely from her world. ***** “Sebastian, I’m talking to you. Are you deaf?” Irene, my wife of seven years, glared at me impatiently, her tone ice-cold. She continued, “Stop taking Gavin out from now on. I don’t want Leander to feel annoyed when he sees him.” The urn in my arms still held some warmth, as if I could still feel Gavin’s last breath. Yet, Irene’s casual words plunged me into an abyss of despair. Just last night, to please Leander, she had personally tied Gavin to a bungee cord and pushed him from the thirtieth floor. When I rushed downstairs, stumbling, Gavin had already closed his eyes forever, having suffered a heart attack without timely medical help. Before dying, he had stubbornly reached his little hand toward the rooftop, longing for his mother’s protection. Meanwhile, Irene was busy celebrating Leander’s birthday, not even bothering to look back at Gavin. Our seven-year marriage seemed nothing but an absurd joke. Coming back to my senses, I slowly looked up at Irene and smiled coldly. “Fine. As you wish.” After burying Gavin, I would vanish from her life completely. I used to beg her to care for Gavin. Now, seeing me agree so readily, Irene was visibly surprised. Her gaze fell on the wooden box in my arms, a flash of shock crossing her eyes. “Sebastian, this box…” “Bad man, stay away from my mommy!” A little girl suddenly rushed over and pushed me hard to the ground. I clutched the urn tightly, while my elbows and knees scraped against the floor, instantly drawing blood. When I looked up, Leander’s daughter Ellie stood there in her fancy little dress, glaring at me arrogantly. “Today is my daddy’s birthday. Why are you here? Get out!” Irene immediately picked up Ellie, giving me a cold glance. “Ellie is just a child. Please don’t take it personally.” Such blatant favoritism made me choke up. She never allowed Gavin to call her “Mom,” yet she indulged Leander’s daughter to be affectionate with her. Perhaps in her heart, Gavin was never her child. Noticing my bleeding wounds, Irene remained silent for a moment, then finally said, “You should take care of those injuries. I need to get back to Leander’s birthday celebration.” Then, carrying Ellie, Irene turned toward the banquet hall, but after a few steps, she looked back and added, “Oh, Leander says he wants to drink your cocktails. Remember to bring some over later.” I suddenly felt an unprecedented exhaustion. After bandaging my wounds, I bypassed the noisy banquet hall and went straight to Gavin’s room to collect his belongings. Gavin had always been sensible. He left behind so little that it couldn’t even fill a small box. His only toy was the old music box by his bed, a casual gift from Irene on his fifth birthday, containing a perfunctory birthday song she had recorded. But Gavin treasured it, falling asleep to her voice every night. Thinking about this broke my heart. Suddenly, the door was pushed open. Irene stood at the doorway, her brows furrowed, asking impatiently, “Didn’t I tell you to mix drinks? Sebastian, what are you doing hiding in Gavin’s room?” I didn’t turn around. Irene’s claim that Leander wanted my cocktails was just his trick to humiliate me publicly. And he had used this ploy more than once. To give Gavin a complete family, I had swallowed my pride in the past, doing as she said every time. But Gavin’s death finally woke me up. I could never warm her cold heart. I calmly replied, “If he wants a drink, he can mix it himself.” Irene was visibly stunned. In our seven years of marriage, this was the first time I had refused her request. She stormed up to me furiously. “Sebastian, don’t forget our contract! I didn’t marry you to listen to you.” I thought, she’s right. Irene was my mother’s friend. I had secretly loved her for ten whole years, dreaming of making her my wife. When we married, we signed a contract stating that if I ever displeased her, she could divorce me anytime. I loved her, so I willingly endured the humiliation all these years. But now, I no longer want to. Looking straight into her eyes, I said, word by word, “I don’t want to follow the contract anymore. Irene, let’s get divorced.”

After hearing what I said, Irene scoffed, “I just asked you to get a bottle of wine. Do you really need to divorce me over that?” “Don’t think threatening me with divorce will work. I’m the only one with the right to terminate this contract.” Clearly, she didn’t take my words seriously at all. She was right. After all, whenever she casually made a request before, I would willingly fulfill it no matter what. So now, when I suggested ending our agreement, she just thought I was throwing another tantrum. I remained silent, continuing to pack up Gavin’s belongings. Only then did Irene notice that Gavin wasn’t behind me. “Where’s Gavin? Why didn’t he come back with you?” she asked. I put down what I was holding, my anger rising. “Irene, have you forgotten what you did last night?” “Gavin has a congenital heart condition and can’t handle stress, but did you ever consider the consequences when you pushed him from the thirtieth floor with your own hands?” Irene clearly thought Gavin was just hospitalized again due to his heart condition, so she frowned dismissively and said, “Come on, I set up safety measures for him, didn’t I? He’ll recover after a couple days in the hospital.” I clenched my fists, fighting back my grief as I said, “Irene, Gavin is already…” “Irene, are you ready? The banquet is about to start,” Leander interrupted before I could finish. Seeing me in the room, he feigned concern and asked, “Sebastian, you and Gavin have been gone all day. Is he alright?” As he spoke, he deliberately raised his wrist, showing off his expensive Patek Philippe watch. When I saw it, my heart instantly felt like it was being cut by a knife. A few months ago, Irene had personally promised to buy this watch as our wedding anniversary gift. She did buy it, but it wasn’t on my wrist. The coldness on Irene’s face instantly vanished as she turned to Leander with a gentle smile. “Yes, I’ll be right there.” Then, she glanced at me impatiently. “Cut it out. Leander’s birthday celebration is what matters right now. As for Gavin, we’ll talk about it later.” With that, she took Leander’s arm and headed downstairs without looking back. Listening to the clinking glasses and laughter from below, I could only feel the terrifying silence in the room. With trembling hands, I pressed play on the music box, and Gavin’s childish yet serious voice slowly emerged. “Dad says Mom is too busy with work, so she can’t come see me. But that’s okay. I’ll take my medicine on time, and when my heart gets better, Mom will have time to be with me.” “Mom, I’ve drawn lots of pictures and hidden them in my secret base. Can we look at them together sometime?” His few short sentences made me choke up. Gavin never asked me for anything, and this music box was just something Ellie was going to throw away. Whenever Irene missed his birthday, he would ask me with tears in his eyes, “Dad, when will Mom start to like me?” I could only pat his head and tell him that if he kept trying, Irene would like him. Irene had even promised that if Gavin ranked first in his Christmas exams, she would spend an entire day with him. But when Gavin proudly brought his top-ranking report card to her, what he got instead was being pushed off a high-rise to his death. I closed my eyes, feeling like my heart was breaking to the point of suffocation. As I was lost in memories, Ellie suddenly rushed in and snatched the music box from my hands. “Huh? Isn’t this the toy I didn’t want? I didn’t realize you liked picking up trash so much!” Ellie took it and curled her lip in disgust. Before I could react, she had already smashed the music box hard on the floor. I felt angry and instinctively grabbed her arm. “What are you doing?” Ellie deliberately fell to the ground and immediately started wailing loudly. “Waaah! I didn’t mean to!” Hearing this, Leander ran over and took Ellie into his arms, scolding me, “Sebastian, I know you’ve never liked me and Ellie, but there’s no need to hurt her, is there?” Irene, who followed right behind, saw this scene and her face immediately darkened. “Sebastian, we leave for just a moment, and you take out your anger on Ellie? Are you even a man?” I stared angrily at the shattered music box on the floor and said in a low voice, “Irene, get this straight. She was the one who—” “Enough!” Irene clearly didn’t want to hear more and impatiently cut me off. “It’s just a music box! Gavin isn’t dead. I can always buy him another one later!” I sank completely into an abyss of despair. Now, even my last shred of hope for Irene had been destroyed by her own hands. I clenched my fists, no longer able to control the fury in my heart, and shouted, “Irene, Gavin is dead!”

After hearing my words, Irene frowned deeply, her face filled with disbelief. “Sebastian, have you lost your mind? How could you lie to me about Gavin being dead?” Ellie rolled her eyes and whispered in agreement, “Mommy, I just talked to Gavin on my smartwatch this morning. How could he suddenly be dead?” “Mr. Connery, why are you lying? Do you hate us that much?” Just then, Leander suddenly ran up to my spaghetti, crying, “Sebastian, I know you don’t like me and Ellie, so I made up the lie about Gavin’s death to force us to leave. “You don’t need to kick us out. I’ll take Ellie and leave right now, and we’ll never bother you again!” With that, Leander picked up Ellie and ran out without looking back. Their reaction caught me completely off guard. Irene was instantly enraged. She stormed forward and slapped me hard across the face. “If anything happens to Leander and Ellie, you won’t be welcome in this house either!” I staggered backward, falling onto the glass shards covering the floor. My freshly bandaged wound tore open again, blood flowing freely. By the time I managed to lift my head, Irene had already run out the door after Leander. Looking at the mess around me, the anger in my heart finally began to subside. I came to my senses and quietly packed my belongings, planning to ship everything away. Then, I placed the signed divorce papers on the coffee table in the living room. When I married Irene, she forced me to cut ties with my family and even made Gavin take her surname. I never complained about any of it. I had lived humbly in this house for seven Christmases. Now that I was leaving, I realized there was nothing worth missing. I left with Gavin’s ashes and belongings and began preparing for his funeral. Gavin had loved the ocean most during his life, so I decided to hold a sea burial for him. Just as I finalized the funeral location, Irene called me. “Sebastian, what’s the meaning of the divorce papers on the table? Are you divorcing me?” “Yes,” I answered calmly. Irene was silent for a moment, then laughed coldly, “Sebastian, who do you think you are? How dare you threaten me with divorce? “Fine! Since you want a divorce, I’ll grant your wish! Don’t come begging me to take you back later! “And take that sickly son of yours with you. Don’t bother me anymore!” I thought hearing her words would break my heart, but strangely, I only felt relief. I hung up and continued focusing on preparing Gavin’s funeral. After finishing all the arrangements, I finally saw Irene’s message asking me to meet tomorrow to finalize our divorce. The next day, I arrived at the courthouse on time to find Irene already waiting there, arm in arm with Leander. She wore the white dress I loved most, looking pure and gentle, just like when I fell for her at first sight seven Christmases ago. But now, her eyes held nothing but undisguised disgust when she looked at me. After we efficiently completed the divorce proceedings, she didn’t even glance at the divorce certificate before heading straight to apply for a marriage license with Leander. As I was about to leave, Irene called me back. “Sebastian, come take a photo for us. “We were married for seven Christmases. Surely you can do this small favor?” Hearing the deliberate spite in her voice, I silently walked over and took the camera. Through the lens, she and Leander cuddled intimately together. After taking the photo, Leander stopped me again. “Sebastian, we’ve known each other for so many Christmases now. After I marry Irene, your blessing would mean the most to us.” I turned to look directly into Irene’s eyes and said frankly, “Very well. I hope you’ll love each other forever and grow old together.” This was the same vow I had made to her when we got married that Christmas. Now, I was giving her the exact same blessing. Hearing these words, Irene unconsciously bit her lip, a flash of discontent crossing her eyes. I ignored her reaction and walked out of the courthouse. By the time I had handled everything, it was already late. I checked into a nearby hotel. Just after showering, the television began broadcasting tomorrow’s headline news: “Breaking News! Rogers Group CEO to hold wedding of the century tomorrow for her new partner!” Shortly after, I received an invitation on my phone that read: [Tomorrow is my wedding with Leander. Please be sure to attend.] All I could think about was that tomorrow was also the day of Gavin’s burial. After casually deleting that invitation, I slept soundly. Tomorrow I still needed to hold Gavin’s sea burial, so I couldn’t waste energy on irrelevant people. The next morning, I joined the sea burial procession. Gavin never liked commotion since he was little, so I only brought a few crew members without informing anyone else. I stood on the deck, quietly accompanying Gavin on his final journey. As the sea breeze slowly filled my nostrils, the urn in my arms felt so light it was heartbreaking, as if Christian Gavin had never existed. “Dad, when I get better, will Mom come to see me?” Gavin’s childish voice seemed to echo in my ears again, making me feel sad. Even until Gavin was buried, Irene never appeared once. Before scattering Gavin’s ashes into the sea, I put a small portion in a little bottle and hung it around my neck, closest to my heart. Just then, I heard a sharp rebuke. “Ms. Rogers has reserved this entire sea area for her wedding. Please leave immediately!” I looked up and saw a luxurious wedding fleet approaching from a distance. Yet this morning when I last confirmed the route, the crew had guaranteed that no one would disturb me in this area today. However, when I turned around, I saw the evasive looks from those two crew members and felt utterly speechless. Before I could react, the fleet had closed in. Leander looked down at me condescendingly, his eyes full of satisfaction. “Isn’t that Mr. Connery? You rejected the invitation so directly yesterday, but why are you here today?” I instinctively clutched the urn tighter and coldly retorted, “You misunderstand. I’m just passing through.” Leander snickered, exchanging glances with the two crew members. “Mr. Connery, I’m very sorry.” The two suddenly grabbed my arms and forcibly dragged me onto the cruise ship. Unable to break free, I fell hard onto the deck still holding the urn. Feeling cold all over, I gritted my teeth and asked, “Leander, over the past years, I believe I’ve never offended you, so why are you doing this?” He smiled contemptuously, his eyes filled with intense hatred. “Why do you think? Seven years ago, I went to great lengths to drug Irene, but she mistakenly went to your room. Do you think I hate you?” I stared at him in disbelief, eyes wide. So that night that had made me feel guilty for years was actually a trap set by Leander. The grief that had been suppressed in my heart for so long instantly turned into rage. I lunged at him, knocking him to the ground with one punch. “Leander, you bastard!” Leander clearly hadn’t expected me to be so strong. He was quickly pinned down on the deck, unable to move. I repeatedly punched his face and body, making him howl in pain. Suddenly, Irene’s voice sounded behind me. “Sebastian, what are you doing?” Security immediately rushed over and pulled me away. Leander instantly looked pitiful, no longer as arrogant as before. “Sebastian, I know you’re upset about not marrying Irene, but you can’t kill me! Today is the most important day of Irene’s life. Do you really not want her to be happy?” Irene immediately rushed over to check his injuries. Then she turned to glare at me. “Sebastian, you’re completely unreasonable! You filed for divorce, so don’t you think what you’re doing now is ridiculous? Come here, throw him into the sea!” As my body suddenly became airborne, the urn in my arms fell to the ground, the grayish-white ashes scattering in the wind. The cold seawater instantly engulfed me. In my daze, I heard the burial staff on the boat shouting desperately: “He’s Gavin’s father! He needs to attend the sea burial ceremony!”

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My husband Andrew Erickson passed away unexpectedly, and I discovered I was pregnant. On the day I was in the hospital waiting to give birth, a strange woman suddenly burst into my room, accusing me of being the obstetrics department director’s mistress. “You’re the slut who seduced my husband, aren’t you? You even got pregnant!” The onlooking patients began whispering among themselves. “No wonder Mr. Erickson visits her room every day and personally brings her food. They’ve been dating!” “Shame on her! She deserves to be scolded by Mr. Erickson’s wife!” I thought to myself, “Are they referring to Scott Erickson, the obstetrics director? He’s Andrew’s brother, he’s family…” ***** “Ma’am, please calm down! She’s still on an IV…” the nurse hurriedly stepped forward, trying to stop the well-dressed woman. Before I could react, the woman had already yanked the needle out of the back of my hand. Blood immediately gushed from the puncture site, and the intense pain made me gasp. Ivy Nichols’s voice was piercingly shrill. “So what? Does being on an IV give her the right to seduce my husband?” I was completely stunned, not understanding why anyone would think I was having an affair while pregnant. Besides, what man wouldn’t mind that I was already this far along in my pregnancy? So I frowned and said, “I’m almost nine months pregnant. Look at my belly. How could I possibly be involved with your husband?” Seeing this, someone chimed in, “Are you sure you haven’t made a mistake? Pregnant women don’t have it easy.” Ivy spat viciously and cursed, “Yuck! It’s definitely this room, I couldn’t possibly be wrong! My husband is the obstetrics director, he barely comes home anymore, and every time I come looking for him, he’s here. If you two aren’t secretly dating, what are you doing here?” Hearing this, I finally realized she was Scott’s girlfriend. Just as I was about to explain, a middle-aged Chinese woman suddenly rushed over and slapped me hard across the face. “You slut! You dare seduce someone else’s husband while pregnant? Aren’t you afraid of karma?” Since becoming pregnant, I’ve been more sensitive to pain. After the woman slapped me, half my face went numb. “If you continue like this, I’m calling the police!” the nurse stood in front of me nervously. Ivy ignored her completely and continued her aggressive accusations, “My husband never sets foot in the kitchen at home, but he’s been cooking for you every day!” Then, she pulled out her phone and played a recording for everyone to hear. “Taking care of you is the most important thing to me. If anything happened to you, I would never forgive myself.” Those were words Scott had said to me over the phone. At Andrew’s funeral, Scott had sworn he would take care of me and our child in Andrew’s place. Yet now, I was being slapped by his girlfriend. Furious, I gritted my teeth and said, “Why can’t he care about me? It’s his duty!” I was still part of the Erickson family. Even though my husband died young, the child I was carrying might be the Erickson family’s heir. Scott’s parents had specifically instructed him to take care of me at the hospital, and the food was sent by his mother. However, as soon as I finished speaking, the bystanders erupted in commotion. “Wow, I’ve never seen a woman so proud of being a mistress!” “I thought this girl seemed kind, but I never expected her to be so shameless. We really can’t judge a book by its cover!” “Let’s see how long this mistress can keep acting so arrogant!” Ivy suddenly turned and threw herself into her mother Rosanna’s arms, her voice trembling, “Mom, I can’t live like this anymore! A mistress is humiliating me like this.” Rosanna glared at me fiercely and said, “My daughter is about to get married, but you’re destroying their relationship. Don’t you feel guilty?” I was completely speechless with these two women; they wouldn’t listen to anything I said. Scott had mentioned before that because Andrew had died unexpectedly, Scott’s parents insisted that Ivy must get pregnant before marrying Scott. They needed to have at least one child. But Ivy had failed several IVF attempts. Afterward, she became extremely sensitive and suspicious about everything. Today, I finally witnessed just how crazy she could be. “Scott and I are not dating! If you don’t believe me, go ask him instead of causing trouble here. This baby is important to our family!” Ivy instantly became furious and lunged at me, yanking me off the hospital bed. “Is the baby you’re carrying Scott’s? How dare you do this?” Her screams nearly pierced my eardrums. My face turned pale as I struggled to shout, “No! It’s not his!” However, Ivy had completely lost her mind. She straddled me, one hand grabbing my hair while the other slapped me repeatedly across the face. Her entire body was pressing down on my belly, and an unprecedented pain shot through my lower body. “She’s bleeding! Is she going into labor?” someone exclaimed. I looked around in terror, trembling as I begged the people around me for help. “Please help me! My baby is coming!”

Seeing this, the nurse hurriedly pressed the call button, but Rosanna stopped her immediately. Ivy sneered, “You slut! I’ve given birth before, so don’t put on this act to fool people!” The onlookers immediately broke into murmurs of disapproval. Someone was so angry they picked up a basin of water from the floor and threw it at me. The ice-cold water soaked through my thin hospital gown, making me shiver uncontrollably. “Get out of here. I don’t want to stay in the same room with such a filthy woman.” This comment seemed to embolden both Ivy and Rosanna. Ivy grabbed my hair and started dragging me toward the door. I struggled desperately, using both hands to protect my belly, pleading, “This baby has nothing to do with Scott. Please leave me alone! I’m begging you.” But Ivy snarled through gritted teeth, “You’re trying to complain to my husband, aren’t you?” “Now you’re begging? It’s too late! Today, you won’t be giving birth to this bastard child!” I retorted, “You’re not even a member of the Erickson family. What right do you have to harass me?” As soon as I said this, the surrounding patients and visitors began whispering among themselves. “She’s right. I’ve never seen Mr. Erickson wear a wedding ring.” “If they’re married, why have I never seen him with her at the hospital?” The murmurs made Ivy’s face flush red with anger. She could only maintain her composure by saying, “We just haven’t had the wedding ceremony yet. Our parents have already met!” After Ivy finished speaking, Rosanna immediately nodded in agreement. Seeing that everyone still looked doubtful, Ivy frantically pulled out her phone and found intimate photos of her and Scott, including several nude pictures, which she displayed one by one in front of everyone. Ivy declared shamelessly, “Open your eyes and look carefully! Do you still dare to doubt my relationship with my husband?” By now, Ivy seemed to have completely lost control. Rosanna, concerned for her, rushed forward and slapped me hard across the face several times. Seeing the convincing evidence, some onlookers became indignant and surged forward to punch and kick me. Many people tore at my clothes and limbs, so I desperately curled up to protect my belly, looking toward the nurse in terror, begging for help. But the only nurse willing to help me was blocked by the angry crowd. They helped Rosanna drag me outside, laughing dismissively. “In the past, sluts like you would have been publicly punished! Now we’re just throwing you out. What are you afraid of?” Amid the jeering crowd, Ivy walked over arrogantly and kicked me hard in the stomach. Excruciating pain instantly swept through my entire body, and I felt warm blood flowing between my legs. Seeing the blood staining the floor, I desperately shouted at the obstetrician watching from the doorway, “If my baby and I die here today, your hospital won’t be able to avoid responsibility!” The doctor suddenly looked panicked. After all, news of similar medical disputes was all too common. After hesitating for a moment, he finally intervened, “Everyone, calm down! How about I call the director first? Anyway, we’ve already confirmed once.” Upon hearing that he could contact Scott, the triumphant Ivy immediately agreed without hesitation. She dug her sharp nails into my chin and sneered, “Call him now! Let this slut see with her own eyes who my husband truly loves!”

Ivy clutched her phone, repeatedly dialing several times, but Scott never answered. The atmosphere in the hospital room instantly became awkward. Seeing Ivy’s forced smile, Rosanna quickly consoled her: “He must still be in surgery. You should wait a bit longer—he’ll definitely call back!” While everyone’s attention was on the phone, I quickly shot a glance at the nurse. She understood immediately, nodding slightly before slipping out through the doorway. I had just secretly sighed in relief when Ivy keenly caught my expression. She suddenly grabbed my throat in fury, shouting, “You were smirking just now, weren’t you?” Ivy’s eyes were filled with rage. Then, she glanced at the kettle of boiling water steaming on the bedside table. As I watched her pick up the scalding kettle and approach me step by step, my eyes filled with terror. “Ivy, have you lost your mind? If you dare touch me, the Erickson family will never let you get away with it!” Among the onlooking patients, someone who couldn’t bear to see me bullied said, “Isn’t she going too far?” Rosanna immediately shouted back, “Did this woman consider my daughter when she destroyed her family?” Her tearful performance quickly won everyone’s sympathy, and someone consoled her, “You’re doing nothing wrong!” “Yeah, what’s wrong with teaching the mistress a lesson? We support you!” They were blinded by rage, helping Rosanna pin down my limbs tightly to prevent my escape. I was delivered to Ivy’s side like a lamb to slaughter. I thought she would splash the boiling water on my face. However, I never expected her to pour it directly between my legs. Hearing my piercing screams, Ivy laughed triumphantly. “You deserve this. After you’re injured, no man will want to sleep with you.” My lower body was covered in blood. Just as I worried about my baby’s safety, a tearing pain suddenly shot through my pubic bone. The pain, surprisingly, filled me with both shock and joy. Realizing my child was still alive, I took advantage of their distraction and broke free with astonishing strength. However, after running just a few steps, I received a vicious kick to the back of my knee. With a sharp crack, I collapsed heavily to the floor. Ivy grabbed my long hair and dragged me back, instantly leaving a horrifying trail of blood on the floor. I cried out in agony, not just from my injured knee, but because I felt something sliding out from between my legs. A patient suddenly exclaimed, “She’s giving birth! I can see the baby’s head!” Ivy and Rosanna instantly became even more furious. When Ivy crouched down to look between my legs, her eyes filled with jealousy. Then, she turned to Rosanna and said, “Once her baby is born, we won’t be able to handle this. We absolutely cannot let her deliver this child!” Ignoring the excruciating pain, I desperately grabbed Ivy’s pant leg, begging, “Please. The baby is innocent.” Ivy violently covered my mouth, hissing in my ear, “You and your bastard child are not innocent. You both deserve to die!” In my desperate struggle, I saw Rosanna reach between my legs. She precisely pressed on my baby’s fragile head. Before the infant could cry, she cruelly shoved it back into the birth canal. She was utterly merciless. My already severely torn wounds became a bloody mess under her brutal actions. I could clearly feel the baby, who had been fighting to come out, gradually stop struggling. Until finally, my belly became completely still. I couldn’t control the heart-wrenching cry that escaped me. However, at that moment, a familiar voice came from outside as the nurse burst in with the Erickson family. Scott, still in his surgical scrubs, saw the scene and his eyes widened with fury. “STOP!” When Cecilia Moore first married into the Erickson family, Scott was just a high school freshman. He attended a prestigious high school, was introverted, studied diligently all day, and had almost no friends in his class. His classmates didn’t know about his family background; they just thought he was weird and intentionally isolated him, with some occasionally going out of their way to give him trouble. Scott became increasingly withdrawn throughout high school, with books becoming his only refuge. During that time, he barely spoke and would retreat to his room as soon as school ended. Scott’s parents were at a loss with him, and Andrew was too busy with company matters to pay him any attention. It was during that summer vacation when Cecilia moved into the Erickson home. She had a gentle personality but wasn’t particularly talkative. With this boy who was seven or eight years younger than her, she didn’t know how to interact with him at first. Scott’s parents had always advocated for a relaxed approach to education and didn’t interfere much in his life, even taking the opportunity during summer vacation to travel abroad. During the day, the spacious mansion was left with only Cecilia, who didn’t have to work, and Scott, who stayed cooped up in his room. Cecilia could only do her best to take care of Scott, like calling him for breakfast or bringing him some game cartridges. Sometimes, she would also ask with concern if he was happy at school. Although her concern was somewhat awkward, Scott could feel that this newcomer was very kind. After that, they lived together peacefully for a while. One day, Scott, who didn’t have to go to cram school, suddenly approached Cecilia and asked her to go out with him. “I want to go to a bookstore to buy a book. Could you come with me?” Scott was simply asking Cecilia to accompany him to buy a book, and she couldn’t find any reason to refuse. Besides, for Cecilia, going to a bookstore to buy books was something she hadn’t done in a long time. Thinking back to when she was a student, she loved going shopping with friends, visiting boutiques, stationery stores, and bookstores. With nostalgia for the past, Cecilia nodded and agreed to Scott’s request. However, she hadn’t expected that the bookstore Scott mentioned wasn’t an ordinary bookstore but a lounge bar. Scott insisted that they had the book he wanted to buy inside, and Cecilia reluctantly followed him in. Minors certainly couldn’t enter bars, but Cecilia felt that Scott wasn’t the type of kid who would lie. So, the following scene unfolded: a young man in a clean school uniform followed by a well-dressed woman. If Cecilia were Scott’s mother, she would be too young. Besides, what mother would take her son to a bar? If she were his sister, they were interacting as awkwardly as strangers. The surrounding patrons cast curious glances their way, whispering and guessing about their relationship. Cecilia felt uncomfortable under those stares, standing awkwardly in place. Scott walked naturally toward the book corner in the back of the lounge, as if he were browsing a bookstore with classmates. Indeed, there were several shelves of books for sale. Scott enthusiastically flipped through them, occasionally calling Cecilia over to look at this book or that. Not wanting to dampen his spirits, Cecilia reluctantly played along. However, after taking her around, Scott finally picked a book about loneliness. After he paid, Cecilia followed him out of the lounge and finally couldn’t help asking, “Why did you choose this book? Do you like this kind of subject?” She thought to herself, “Scott is only sixteen; how could he be interested in such profound philosophical books? Is he lonely?” Scott stopped, turned to look at her, and said honestly, “Of course not.”

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I’ve been married to Special Forces Commander David Miller for six years. He’s always been attentive to me, yet he did three things that shattered my heart. The first was when our son Jacob Miller died of illness. That day, David brought back a boy who resembled him from Texas. David said, “This is Ethan. He’ll be our son from now on.” The second was on the day of Jacob’s funeral, when David threw a lavish birthday party for Ethan Wilson. The third was during Jacob’s burial, when David took Ethan and his birth mother Jennifer Cooper to a restaurant, not even coming to see Jacob one last time. Holding Jacob’s urn, I felt utterly desperate. In the end, I used the Purple Heart medal my father had earned to exchange for divorce papers from the Pentagon. This marriage that began with gratitude was now over. ***** After getting the divorce papers from the Pentagon’s Personnel Department, I voluntarily applied for a transfer to a military base in Alaska. Even as he walked me out, Personnel Manager Owen Johnson was still trying to persuade me: “Sophia, you’ve been married to Colonel Miller for six years, and he’s about to be promoted to Brigadier General. Why insist on divorcing him and going to such a remote base? “Colonel Miller is deeply in love with you. After the divorce, finding another suitable partner won’t be easy!” Hearing his words, I tried to force a smile, but my heart was breaking. If I hadn’t gone to ask David to pull strings for a specialist when Jacob was critically ill that day, accidentally overhearing his conversation with his aide Quinn Smith, I might still think he was a loyal and honorable man. Quinn asked, “Sir, we’ve brought Jennifer’s child here, but how do we explain this to Sophia?” David frowned and said coldly, “Ethan is my child. I absolutely cannot let him grow up elsewhere! “Keep it from Sophia for now. Tell her Ethan is the orphaned child of my fallen comrade.” Quinn hesitated, “But if Sophia discovers the truth…” David sneered, “Even if she finds out, what can she do? Her parents are dead, and she has a sick child. She can only rely on me. “If she knows what’s good for her, she’ll remain my wife!” Those words stabbed into my heart like knives, making me wish I were dead. David had been having an affair all along, while I was still giving him everything. I was so angry that I coughed up blood. Looking at the blood in my palm, I suddenly remembered what happened three years ago. Back then, David was ambushed during an anti-terrorism mission in Texas. I was pregnant at the time, but I moved stone after stone with my bare hands, scraping them raw and bloody, to rescue him. After returning home, I went into premature labor. Jacob was sickly from birth. My health deteriorated too, and the military doctor said I could never have children again. At that time, David swore in front of his leaders and comrades that he would never betray me. His superiors admired his performance and devotion, promoting him to commander. I never imagined it was all an elaborate performance! David did all this for his career, so his mistress and illegitimate son could live well. Thinking of this, I wiped the blood from the corner of my mouth and said firmly, “Mr. Johnson, thank you for your concern, but my mind is made up.” Owen sighed, “Since you’ve decided, take care of Jacob’s affairs and leave as soon as possible.” Hearing Jacob’s name, I felt a stab of pain. He was only three years old. I still remember how he smiled at me just a while ago. Now, only his body remains. He will never smile at me again. David still doesn’t know that Jacob has passed away. He’s still with Jennifer and Ethan. I folded the divorce papers and put them in my pocket, then turned to leave. After Jacob’s cremation tomorrow, I can take him and leave this place.

I had just returned to the apartment when David walked in. Seeing my pale face, he frowned, took my hand and said, “Why are your hands so cold? I’ll have the chef make you some hot soup tonight.” His hands were still broad and warm, but that warmth could no longer melt my frozen heart. David looked around and asked, “Where’s Jacob?” Just when I thought he was finally going to realize Jacob had passed away, he continued on his own, “Is his cold still not better? Is he still in the hospital? Never mind. Do you still have that pure silver cross pendant your mother left you? I want to give it to Ethan.” He spoke in a calm tone, adding, “If it weren’t for his father Mark saving me last Christmas, I would have been dead by now.” I lowered my head, quietly withdrew my hands, and said, “I understand. I’ll go get it now.” Seeing my gloomy expression, David held my shoulders and reassured me, “Sophia, don’t misunderstand. I just want to help Jennifer and Ethan since they have no one to rely on.” My heart ached, but I forced a smile and said, “I understand, don’t worry.” Jacob was gone now, and none of this mattered to me anymore. Hearing this, David visibly relaxed. I turned and walked into the bedroom, retrieving the cross pendant from the deepest part of the drawer. The cold silver pendant lay heavy in my palm, carrying too many of my memories. The day Jacob left, I had taken it off and never dared to look at it again. And now, David wanted to give it to someone else’s child. When I returned to the living room with the pendant, I found David had already taken out several brand-new winter clothes. “These cashmere coats are good quality. Jennifer should like them.” I watched coldly as he collected the new clothes I had purchased with several months’ salary, laughing bitterly inside. In our six years of marriage, David had never shown such care for me. With heavy steps, I handed him the cross pendant and the newly processed adoption documents. I said, “Ethan’s adoption paperwork is complete. It will be convenient for his schooling and medical care from now on.” David froze, then exclaimed with delight, “Sophia, I knew you’d understand me best!” Seeming to realize his overreaction, he quickly cleared his throat to cover it up. “Regardless, I only love you and Jacob in my heart. Once I’ve settled them, I’ll focus on taking care of you both.” With that, he planted a routine kiss on my cheek. But this time, I no longer felt that flutter in my heart. After getting the pendant, David rushed off to Jennifer’s apartment. Watching his hurried silhouette disappear, I felt painful, recalling Jacob’s final moments. Back then, I thought David was truly busy with military duties when I took Jacob to the hospital alone. I stayed by Jacob’s side until he weakly said he wanted to see David, and only then did I hurry to find him. But I never expected to witness that scene. Jennifer holding David’s hand on one side and Ethan’s on the other, shopping. Ethan called David “Dad.” They looked like a happy family. Only when I called out to him did David hastily let go. I was disappointed but didn’t have time to question him, only urging him to go see Jacob at the hospital. But he made excuses again: “I’m busy right now. Let the doctor prescribe some medicine for him. I’ll go see him another day.” David never visited Jacob before he passed away. My trust and love for him collapsed in an instant. Before Jacob died, he held my hand and asked, “Mom, why doesn’t Dad come to see me? Does he hate me?” Before he could finish, he took his last breath. My heart ached so much I couldn’t breathe. I wanted so badly to tell him that his father already had a new family and didn’t want us anymore. But I couldn’t bring myself to say those words, I could only hold his gradually cooling hand and weep.

After composing myself, I began packing my belongings. I had only packed half of my things when David eagerly brought Jennifer and Ethan into the apartment. When I walked into the living room, I saw David directing workers to cut down the oak tree in the yard. That tree was planted together on our wedding Christmas, symbolizing that our love would flourish and endure like an oak. David saw me and hurriedly looked away, pretending not to notice me. Jennifer, however, walked over with Ethan under her protection. She was wearing the cashmere coat David had taken from me this morning. And around Ethan’s neck hung the cross pendant that should have belonged to Jacob. Jennifer smiled and said gently, “I just casually mentioned to David that Ethan has been allergic to oak pollen since he was little, and he immediately had the tree cut down. Sophia, please don’t be upset. I’m sorry.” Jennifer made herself sound innocent, making me appear unreasonable. David shielded her behind him before looking at me, saying perfunctorily, “Sophia, don’t misunderstand. Jennifer and Ethan moved in for convenience with school. We’re all family.” I thought, “For Ethan’s school convenience? What about Jacob? He didn’t even get to taste his father’s spaghetti before he died.” Looking at Jennifer and Ethan hiding behind David, I couldn’t help but smirk coldly. That Christmas, my parents sacrificed themselves to save David’s parents. At their grave, he swore to take care of me for life. Out of gratitude to the Miller family, I willingly married him. But now, for Jennifer and Ethan, he had discarded our past. Even Jacob had lost his life in this sham of a marriage. Seeing my silence, David added, “Why are you wearing black today? We’re having a birthday party for Ethan tonight. Remember to change into something nice.” I jerked my head up, staring at him in disbelief. Today was Jacob’s funeral, yet he wanted to throw someone else a birthday party. In that moment, David seemed frighteningly unfamiliar, as if I had never truly known him. “I’m not interested,” I said. As I turned to leave, David grabbed my wrist. He said impatiently, “Sophia, can you stop making a scene? I’m very busy lately and don’t have time to cater to your emotions. Tonight at eight, we’re having a party here. Remember to bring Jacob too.” My whole body trembled as I thought, “If he knew Jacob was gone and today was his funeral, would David still say such things?” Just as I was about to reveal this, Jennifer suddenly approached and grabbed my hand. She said, “Sophia, your bracelet is beautiful. Which jewelry store did you buy it from?” She smiled, acting friendly, but her eyes flashed with challenge and calculation. I coldly withdrew my hand and heard David say, “This bracelet isn’t worth much. I’ll take you to buy a better one another day.” Jennifer lowered her head and said softly, “But I really like Sophia’s.” David fell silent for a moment, looking at me tentatively. Before he could speak, I took off the bracelet and handed it to her. In that moment, I clearly saw David’s surprised expression. “Sophia, you…” Jennifer took the bracelet but “accidentally” dropped it, breaking it. She said, “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.” I smirked without saying anything. This bracelet was personally designed by David as a Christmas gift to me. It was good that it broke now, marking the end of our six-Christmas marriage. I smiled bitterly, the last lingering attachment in my heart now gone. Seeing my expression, David quickly said, “If Jacob isn’t feeling well, he doesn’t have to come tonight. I’ll take you both out another day.” I didn’t answer and turned to leave. I thought, “There won’t be a next time. After today, we’ll never see each other again in this lifetime.”

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My fiancé spent 300 grand on a bracelet I loved, only to gift it to another woman. “You can always buy another one,” he told me. So, I bought a tie and put it around his buddy’s neck. My fiancé was pissed. “How dare you mess around with him?!” I sneered, “Mess around? I’m dead serious about him.”