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At a plane crash memorial service, I fell in love with Ian Whitman, the hero pilot’s son. I worked tirelessly to get into the Air Traffic Control Bureau and spent three whole Christmases comforting him, trying to soothe his grief over losing his father. Finally, on the fourth Christmas, he proposed to me. The day before our wedding, I took time off to try on my wedding dress, but Ian never showed up at the bridal shop. I only received a message. [I’m busy today. I’ll give you a surprise tomorrow.] While I was waiting with excitement, that night three passenger planes accidentally flew into a thunderstorm zone. After the planes returned, I was blamed for the incident despite not being on duty. At the hearing, a colleague presented false evidence claiming I had made a mistake, and everyone believed it. Ian was my only witness. But when he walked in, he delivered the fatal blow. He said, “I am Kelly’s boyfriend. That day I told her I wanted to break up, and she threatened the safety of three planes to blackmail me…” I realized then that this was the surprise he had mentioned. Later, my father Felix Edwards committed suicide. My mother Carol Edwards went to prison for debt. I was cyberbullied and injured. Only then did I understand that he had meticulously planned his revenge, all because he mistakenly believed that Felix, as an air traffic controller that Christmas, had caused his father’s death. In the end, I was tortured to death, losing my unborn child. And Kelly went insane. ***** “Kelly, stop slacking and take drinks to the VIP booth!” When supervisor Yohan slammed the drink tray against me, I was kneeling on the cold floor, doubled over with stomach pain. Even though my period wasn’t due, my lower abdomen kept hurting. “Hurry up! You deserve a beating!” Yohan continued to rush me. I could only stand up despite the pain, straighten my uniform, and carry the drinks to the booth. The mix of perfume and cigarette smoke made me dizzy. When I saw who was inside, I started trembling involuntarily. This was the first time I’d seen Ian since our falling out. Besides him and Tiffany Reed, there were over a dozen men and women in the booth. They were raising their glasses in celebration. “Congratulations to Mr. Whitman for finally getting revenge and making the Edwards family pay for what they did!” Everyone looked at me with mockery and anticipation. Ian glanced at me and continued drinking expressionlessly. Tiffany, sitting beside him, laughed out loud. She said, “I heard Kelly makes quite a bit in one night, but I didn’t expect her to get so fat.” Her voice snapped me back to reality. She was elegantly dressed, and her slender waist made me look even heavier by comparison. Tiffany pulled out some cash and placed it on the table, saying, “Come pour drinks for us. I’ll tip you.” Despite her humiliation, I smiled as I poured their drinks. Ian snapped at me, “Get out!” I pretended not to hear him and continued swirling the bottle until I finished my performance, then reached for the money. He smashed his glass and said, “You have no shame! Get out!” Ian looked at me with disgust. He spoke so loudly that Yohan rushed in and yelled at me, “Idiot! Mr. Whitman is our new boss! Bring new drinks and apologize to him!” As I staggered back carrying the heavy new bottle, someone stuck out their foot and tripped me. The bottle shattered on the floor, splashing liquor onto Ian’s pants. Yohan slapped me hard across the face, repeatedly winking at Ian while apologizing profusely. He said, “What’s wrong with you? This is Mr. Whitman’s celebration! Apologize to Mr. Whitman!” They were celebrating the destruction of my family, yet I was expected to apologize to them. Seeing my silence, Yohan grabbed my hair and threw me onto the broken glass, kicking my hands. “Clean this up! Apologize!” My knees and hands were cut by the glass, but I still refused to apologize. The next second, Yohan was pinned against the wall by Ian, who punched him. Ian said, “I won’t allow you to touch her. Get out!” After Yohan fled, Ian came over and looked down at me, saying, “You acted so high and mighty when your license was revoked, but now you’re so pathetic. Of course, with a murderer for a father, you couldn’t possibly be a good person.” I said, “Ian, I’ve lost everything. Won’t you ever let me go?” Ian frowned, his response interrupted by my painful groan. I tried to stand up awkwardly, but the pain in my lower abdomen intensified, and I felt nauseous. Remembering that my periods had been irregular lately, I suddenly became worried.

I gripped the edge of the sofa, fighting back the urge to vomit. “I don’t feel well, Ian. I need to go to the hospital…” Ian stared at me gravely. In that moment, I remembered how Ian once carried me on his back through three blocks to the hospital in the middle of the night. Tiffany swirled her drink, stepping on my hand with her high heel as she mockingly said, “First you forged medical records, and now you’re faking illness? Looks like you inherited your father’s con artistry.” Ian coldly replied, “You haven’t paid your debt to me. You deserve the pain. You’re not going anywhere today.” I felt helpless. It was only a few months ago that I discovered his revenge was motivated by what happened when Felix was on Christmas duty. There had been a scheduling error that caused a catastrophic plane crash that shocked the nation. The passenger jet crashed with no survivors. The pilot was Ian’s father, Noah Whitman. During the accident investigation, Ian’s mother, Debra Green, jumped from a building and killed herself. No one believed Felix was innocent, including Ian, which was why he meticulously planned his revenge against me. After my license was revoked, Felix lost his mind and took his own life during a moment of clarity. Because I owed massive compensation, Carol secretly borrowed money to pay it off, but ended up in prison when debt collectors came after her. This was exactly what Ian wanted. I looked at him and smiled bitterly. Seeing my expression, Tiffany angrily slapped me across the face. “You knew your father ruined Ian’s entire family, yet you deliberately got close to him and arranged for his plane to crash. Do you hate him that much?” I had no strength to argue. Then I noticed the sparkling ring on her finger. It was my mother’s ring, which had been left to me. I never found it when I left. So Ian had given it to Tiffany. I said, “Give me back my ring.” Ian took the ring off Tiffany’s finger and tossed it into an ice bucket. “If you want it, get it yourself.” I knelt among the broken glass, searching for the ring, my heart aching terribly. Ian had been acting for four Christmases, but my love for him was real. I still wanted to explain one more time. “Ian, about the Christmas incident…” Suddenly, my phone vibrated frantically in my apron pocket. It was a call from the prison. The prison administrator said, “Kelly, your mother has suffered a heart attack. We need a family member…” I lunged toward the door, but security guards pinned me against the liquor cabinet. I begged, “Let me go! Please. My mom will die!” Ian signaled the guards to release me. I grabbed his pant leg and said, “I’ll accept any punishment, but my mother needs emergency care…” Tiffany said coldly, “Their family has connections at the hospital. Her mother’s in prison, she can’t go to the hospital.” Ian looked at me coldly and said, “During Christmas, my father’s body drifted at sea for three days, and my mother jumped from the seventeenth floor. No one saved them.” I hugged his legs, repeating, “Please.” He kicked my hands away and kicked me in the chest. I doubled over in pain, but he just smiled and said, “Why are you crying? Didn’t you anticipate this when you approached me?” I shook my head tearfully and quickly crawled toward the door. Ian grabbed my hair and held me down, saying, “Today is my celebration. There are 114 bottles of alcohol here, exactly the number of deaths in the plane crash.” Someone smashed a box of liquor against my back. Ian said, “If you want to leave, first atone for your father’s sins. Finish all this alcohol, and I’ll let you go to the hospital.” Ian knew perfectly well that I suffered from chronic stomach pain and that doctors had warned me not to drink. Thinking of Carol, I ignored my abdominal pain and grabbed bottle after bottle without hesitation. When I finished the thirtieth bottle, my phone vibrated again. I answered with trembling hands, only to hear the long beep of a heart monitor. The doctor announced helplessly, “We couldn’t do anything. Her condition was delayed too long.”

The phone was hung up. I sat on the floor clutching the broken bottle and said, “Ian, my mom is dead.” I never even got to see Carol’s last moments. Ian just scoffed, saying, “I don’t believe a word you say.” I closed my eyes slowly in grief. Seeing me like this, Ian felt an inexplicable unease. “You…” he was about to say something when his phone suddenly rang. Ian glanced at his phone and stepped out to take the call. The door to the private room closed, and Ian’s figure disappeared around the corner of the hallway. Inside, Tiffany picked up the ring and threw it out the window, then lifted my chin with the tip of her shoe. She said, “The celebration isn’t over yet.” She turned to the group of men with a smile and said, “Kelly owes over three million dollars. Each of you can have her for one million dollars per time.” I shrank back, my lower back hitting the wine cabinet. Red wine poured down from above, soaking my clothes. I heard the sound of belt buckles being undone. Those men tore at my collar, saying, “This is the most beautiful woman at the Christmas Air Traffic Control! Let me taste…” “No!” I bit hard on a hand reaching for me, only to be slapped across the face. The man said, “Bitch! You’re just Mr. Whitman’s used plaything!” Tiffany leaned against the table, laughing and recording video. The camera flash made it impossible for me to keep my eyes open. Suddenly, the door was kicked open. Ian punched the man. His nose broke with a scream. Slapped across the face, Tiffany fell to the ground holding her cheek. Ian withdrew his hand and said with a cold smile, “I don’t need you to avenge me.” Tiffany lunged forward, grabbing his sleeve, explaining, “Ian, she offered to sell herself to pay off her debt. Everyone here can testify.” Everyone knew about Tiffany and Ian’s relationship, and they all nodded in agreement. Ian angrily turned and grabbed my throat, saying, “Kelly, are you really this cheap?” I was thrown onto the sofa by Ian. He took off his belt and tossed it on the floor, forcing my trembling legs apart with his knee. He said, “You want money, right? I’ll buy you for tonight.” “Ian, do you really want to humiliate me this much?” I protected my body and said sadly, “I might be pregnant…” Tiffany gasped dramatically, “You sleep around without protection? Do you even know who the father is?” Ian asked in surprise, “Whose is it?” I begged, “It really hurts, please let me go.” While we were at a standstill, Tiffany suddenly shouted, “Oh my God, there’s blood on her dress!” Everyone in the room laughed, and someone took out their phone to take pictures. Tiffany looked at the bloodstain on my dress and smiled, “Ian, I’m a woman too. That’s just menstrual blood! She can’t possibly be pregnant. Kelly truly is a murderer’s daughter, always lying.” Ian calmed down and said with a mocking smile, “Kelly, you don’t deserve to be pregnant. Your bloodline should end with you.” Tiffany called for some soup to be brought in, saying, “Kelly, have some corn chowder.” She deliberately poured the soup on me. I was burned. Soon, the scalding corn chowder was forced down my throat. Tiffany whispered in my ear, “Whether you’re pregnant or not, this is abortion medicine.” I cried, on the verge of breakdown, shouting, “Ian, I’m sorry…” Due to the severe pain in my abdomen, I broke into a cold sweat and vomited blood. Ian stepped back in disgust, saying, “So filthy. Lock her in the bathroom and clean her up.” I was dragged into the bathroom by a group of people. My head hit the sink hard, causing it to bleed. Despite the headache, I only felt the abdominal pain almost consuming me. It was only at this moment that I clearly felt a small life slipping away… I suddenly burst into tears. The door was locked from the outside. I desperately banged on the soundproof door, struggling frantically, writing “help” with my blood. I vaguely heard Ian asking questions. Tiffany smiled and answered, “Kelly just had some red wine. She’s always been healthy. She’ll be fine.” Outside, the festivities resumed. Tiffany asked in a sweet voice, “Ian, can we have roses at our wedding?” Congratulatory voices drowned out my insignificant cries for help. Ian replied, “You decide.” I felt the pain in my abdomen intensifying, and my consciousness growing weaker. I lay curled up on the floor, clutching my stomach tightly. I thought, “Ian, I finally don’t owe you anything. Let’s not meet in the next life.” By the time blood flowed out under the door, there was no sound coming from inside.

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Once again discovering my wife Emily Wilson’s intimate conversations with her advisor, I went to her school to confront them. Her father said I was worthless, and her brother said I deserved it. I wanted a divorce, but Emily threatened me with our son. For our son’s sake, I chose to endure. I endured for a lifetime. Emily, whom I served my entire life, eventually became a professor and lived happily ever after. Meanwhile, I worked hard all my life only to be despised by my son, dying alone and sick in a rented apartment. I’ve returned to the day I asked for a divorce. ***** After a flash of white light, I opened my eyes again. Emily was ordering me around with contempt, not at all like the educated woman she claimed to be. She said, “You worthless man, what are you trying to do? I’m my advisor’s favorite student. We’re discussing academics, and here you are throwing a tantrum? You’re incompetent and paranoid. Even if I were having an affair, it would be because you drove me to it!” Emily spoke about cheating as if it were perfectly justified, showing no remorse or guilt, making it seem like I was the one who had done something wrong. Emily’s brother, Noah Wilson, said dismissively, “Then divorce Emily. She’s a PhD, about to become a university professor. You’re just a taxi driver. You’re lucky Emily married you. How dare you ruin Emily’s reputation? I’m going to teach you a lesson today.” With that, he tried to kick me. I quickly dodged, but still crashed into a garbage can. Foul-smelling trash covered my entire body. Feeling the slippery floor beneath me, I was filled with grief and anger. I stood up despite the pain and locked eyes with Emily. Her gaze was filled with undisguised disgust. I looked at her and said coldly, “Let’s get a divorce.” Emily calmly replied, “Fine by me. I’ve wanted a divorce for a long time.” I said, “Good. Tomorrow we’ll go to a law firm to draft the divorce agreement.” Emily looked at me confidently and said, “The money and Ethan are mine. You’re uneducated. He can’t live with you.” It was happening again. The first time I discovered her affair, I asked for a divorce. She knew our son Ethan Turner was my weakness. My parents wouldn’t allow me to give up Ethan. Emily’s father, Yohan Wilson, was about to say something, but Noah stopped him. They all knew I would endure anything for Ethan. But after living through one lifetime, I had seen through their true nature, including Ethan’s. In this life, I would never compromise myself for anyone again. Just like before, I left without saying another word. Before closing the door, I heard Emily mockingly say, “See? This coward won’t divorce me!” I smirked coldly, not caring about her words, and immediately started packing when I got home. Not long after we got married, I had been living in the basement. Emily complained that I woke up too early and wouldn’t let me go upstairs. To earn more money and to let her rest well, I didn’t object and moved to the basement. The basement had only one small window, and it was dark even with the lights on. It was very damp. I developed rheumatism at a young age. Meanwhile, Emily enjoyed the master bedroom upstairs and even moved her entire family in. Thinking about all this, I could only pity my former self. I no longer wanted to live in the basement.

I was carrying my small suitcase upstairs when no one was home yet. Emily was probably still at the university, dating her advisor under the pretense of research. Yohan and Noah were likely gambling somewhere. This apartment was bought for me by my parents. They spent their life savings to buy me this apartment, yet I was living in poverty. The apartment wasn’t very spacious, with only two bedrooms. Emily and Ethan occupied the master bedroom, while Yohan and Noah stayed in the second bedroom. I cleared out Yohan and Noah’s belongings from the second bedroom and piled them in the living room. Ethan came home and said with disdain, “Why aren’t you out driving to make money at this hour? What are you doing at home?” I stared at Ethan, who had abandoned me in a rental apartment without support in my previous life, and didn’t answer. Uncomfortable with my staring, Ethan angrily shouted at me, “No wonder your grandfather keeps telling you to get divorced. My mom deserves better.” Then he went into the master bedroom. Through the crack in the door, I could see Emily’s various cosmetics, handbags, and jewelry in the room. All those were bought with my money. I had the receipts to prove it. She earned more than twice my salary from her research project at the university, yet she never spent a penny on our household. I clenched my fists and smirked coldly. Soon after, footsteps sounded at the door. Yohan and Noah must have won some money; I could hear their laughter before they even opened the door. When they entered and saw their belongings piled in the living room and me sitting on the sofa, they immediately became angry. “Mark, what’s wrong with you? Why did you move our stuff out here?” Noah yelled at me. I replied coldly, “I said I’m divorcing Emily. This apartment is mine. You all need to move out.” I ignored him and continued moving things from the second bedroom. Seeing my unusual behavior, Noah stopped yelling at me. Yohan called Emily, saying loudly, “Emily, come home right away!” His voice was intentionally loud for me to hear. Seeing his childish behavior, I laughed sarcastically without arguing back. They watched with anticipation, not stopping me as I continued moving their things. Yohan and Noah were furious but helpless as they watched their clothes being thrown on the floor. Soon the second bedroom was completely cleared out. I had filled half the living room with their belongings. Then I pushed open the door to the master bedroom, ignored the astonished Ethan, and lay directly on the bed. “So comfortable!” I couldn’t help but exclaim. In my previous life, I never got to sleep in such a comfortable bed until I died. Being too exhausted, I quickly fell asleep.

I don’t know how long I slept before I heard Noah’s voice outside the door. He said, “Emily, look at all this stuff. He’s completely lost it! As soon as he got home, he moved all our things out. Does he not want me and Dad living here? Is he trying to kick us out?” It must be Emily who had returned. I ignored them and continued sleeping. “Who said you could sleep here? Get up now!” Emily entered the bedroom. I roared angrily, “Why should I? This is my apartment, and I’ll sleep wherever I want!” She snapped, “This bed is too expensive for a driver like you.” I said, “No matter how expensive this bed is, I paid for it with my own money.” My eyes glanced at the bags and cosmetics in the room. Emily followed my gaze and looked inside. She said nervously, “So you moved my dad’s things out of the bedroom because you want them to leave? Mark, what did my father do to offend you that you want to kick them out?” I said, “I have every right to ask them to leave. If they don’t want to go, they need to pay for their Christmas accommodation and food!” Seeing my firm attitude, Emily angrily slapped me across the face. That’s when I noticed the red mark on her neck. I demanded, “What’s that?” I stared at her neck. Emily looked uncomfortable and brushed it off, “I accidentally burned myself during an experiment. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that at the university today. I’m sorry. You can sleep here tonight. Ethan and I will sleep in the second bedroom. My dad and Noah will stay in the basement.” Before I could ask anything else, Emily turned and left. Her sudden change in attitude surprised me. I knew perfectly well that the red mark was evidence of her affair. The room fell silent again as I calmly thought about my next steps. Emily’s concession was just a temporary measure because I had caught her red-handed, and she wanted to prevent me from asking more questions. Knowing Noah and Yohan’s personalities, they would definitely resist moving to the basement. I was determined to get a divorce and wouldn’t give Emily any of my assets. “What? I’m supposed to sleep in the basement? No way. Emily, are you really letting that coward move back in?” Emily said, “Lower your voice!” While I was still deep in thought, Noah’s angry voice rang out again. I walked toward the door, wanting to hear more of their conversation. But when they heard my footsteps, they lowered their voices. I lit a cigarette. Before I could finish smoking, Ethan opened the door and said, “Dad, I’m hungry. Make me something to eat.” “I’m tired. Let your mom and the others cook. Just don’t bother me,” I replied impatiently. I thought cynically, “Now Ethan remembers me. I work so hard every day, and he still blames me. Yohan and Noah would never take care of him!” Ethan cried, “If you won’t cook for me, I don’t want you as my dad anymore. I want George to be my dad!” I wondered, “Could George be Emily’s advisor? When did they meet? Has Emily been secretly taking Ethan to see her advisor?” Confused, I was about to ask when Emily pulled Ethan away. She said, “Ethan, don’t talk nonsense. Your dad is too tired today, don’t bother him. Your grandfather will cook tonight.” Emily winked at Yohan. Yohan reluctantly shot me an angry look before heading to the kitchen. I coldly closed the door, locked it, and ignored them. But Emily’s unusual behavior still made me suspicious. I had planned to sleep through, but due to habit, I woke up at six in the morning. I was about to go drive when, as I was preparing to open the basement door, I heard Noah and Yohan talking. “Noah, is Emily really getting divorced? Where will we live after that? Who will we get money from?” “Dad, don’t worry. Emily said yesterday they won’t get divorced. Mark loved Ethan so much before, he won’t agree to a divorce. This is temporary. He was acting crazy yesterday, even yelling at Ethan!” “Keep your voice down.” “Emily secretly told me that in a few days, she’ll find a way to change the ownership of this apartment to Ethan’s name. Mark loves Ethan so much, he’ll definitely agree. Then he’ll have to take care of us for the rest of our lives.” So that’s what they were planning. Suppressing my anger, I left quietly. Just as I reached the front door, I ran into Emily who was about to go out. She asked with concern, “Where are you going so early?” I answered, “I went to buy cigarettes. If you have time, let’s go file for divorce. You all can stay here for now. Once you find a place, move out. I won’t charge you rent.” Emily’s face turned pale. “Mark, are you really going to push me this far?”

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My husband Zachary Lewis’s first love, Wendy Stewart, snuck off to a dance hall, but she was drugged and brutally assaulted. After disappearing for a year, she returned with her son Oscar. Immediately after, Zachary dragged me to file for divorce. “They’re vulnerable and could easily be taken advantage of now. I can’t heartlessly watch Wendy suffer, so I’m going to accept her child.” Holding my son, I calmly signed the divorce papers. In my previous life, I refused to divorce him at all costs, and I even publicly exposed Wendy Stewart’s affair with my husband. As a result, Wendy endured contempt and abuse until she abandoned Oscar and left town in anger. Unfortunately, she died on the train she took when she left. When Zachary heard about her death, his face showed no emotion. However, a month later, he stood by coldly as I was drugged and raped. Then, he reported me for destroying a military marriage and falsely claimed my child was illegitimate. Only when he drove my child and me to our deaths did I realize how much he had grown to hate me. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day we signed our divorce agreement. ***** “Wendy isn’t like you. She’s been spoiled since childhood and needs a man to take care of her.” I had just regained my senses when Zachary’s deep voice reached my ears. In front of me lay the divorce agreement and a pen, while my son Robin Lewis slept peacefully in my arms. I instantly realized I had been reborn, returning to the day Zachary forced me to divorce him. Robin’s body was still warm, no longer as cold as when he died in my arms from a heart attack in my previous life. I choked up and signed my name on the divorce agreement without hesitation. “Don’t forget the fifty dollars monthly child support for Robin.” “You…” Perhaps Zachary hadn’t expected me to agree so readily. A flash of surprise crossed his face, but it quickly turned into a relieved smile. After seven years of marriage, this was the first time I’d seen him with such an expression. He carefully tucked away the divorce agreement. “Lydia, I’ll thank you on Wendy’s behalf. “Once I get them settled, we’ll remarry. Remember not to tell anyone the real reason for our divorce.” Robin’s monthly support equaled half of Zachary’s salary, and he agreed so quickly because he made me admit to having a hereditary mental illness. Zachary used this absurd reason for our divorce simply to avoid any negative association with Wendy. I gave a self-mocking smile. “Fine.” The sky was growing dark, and huge hailstones pounded the ground. Zachary and I walked out together, but he rushed ahead and got into the car first. I was shivering from the cold. Just as I was about to open the car door, I heard him say, “Oscar wants to celebrate my divorce by going to the zoo to see tigers. You’re a mother too, so please understand.” With that, Zachary drove off in his Jeep, as if afraid I might chase after him. The hail pelted painfully against my body, and I was nearly suffocating from the cold. With no other option, I wrapped Robin tightly in my coat and carefully made my way back. As soon as I entered the neighborhood, I saw those gossipy neighbors huddled under the carport. When they spotted me, their eyes immediately filled with contempt and disdain. I held my breath and quickened my pace, hurrying with Robin back to our apartment, but just then, they suddenly smashed a rotten egg hard against my head. “She’s the one who cheated! The buttons on her clothes were even undone. She has no shame.” “No wonder her son’s heart grew deformed. Poor Mr. Lewis!” I froze on the spot, thinking, “Wasn’t our divorce because of my mental illness? Why are they saying I cheated?” In an instant, I was burning with rage. Just as I was about to argue back, they threw rotten cabbage leaves at us. Robin was frightened and began wailing, his face turning bright red. I had no choice but to swallow my anger and take him home first. As soon as I entered, I heard the landline ringing non-stop. With one arm holding Robin, I grabbed the receiver with my free hand. On the other end, Dr. Sam Raimi from the city hospital excitedly said, “Ms. Chapman, a specialist who can perform heart surgery on infants has arrived at the General Hospital. I told him about Robin’s condition, and I’ve scheduled an appointment for him. “Can you bring him here in seven days?” This good news immediately moved me to tears. In my previous life, after the divorce, I struggled to get by with Robin as my reputation was destroyed. Drunk men would knock on my windows every night, frightening Robin so badly that he didn’t even last three days before his condition worsened and he passed away. In this life, I would do whatever it took to keep my son alive. I wiped away my tears and responded, “Yes, I’ll definitely be there!” After hanging up, I immediately began packing, not daring to waste a single moment. Just as I stuffed the last piece of clothing into my suitcase, I heard the door open behind me. Zachary’s cold voice rang out. “Where do you think you’re going?”

I froze for a moment, and when I turned to look at him, I realized he had brought Wendy and Oscar back with him. The two stood side by side, with Wendy holding the sleeping Oscar in her arms. At first glance, they truly looked like a happy family. I suddenly felt heartbroken but forced myself to stand tall. “We’re already divorced. Is it really necessary for us to live together?” This time it was Zachary’s turn to be stunned. Wendy, standing beside him, reacted quickly and immediately put on a pitiful expression. “I knew Lydia wouldn’t want me here. Should I leave now?” She pretended to leave, but Zachary grabbed her arm. He shoved something into my arms, his face dark. “You know I’m not comfortable with you and Robin living elsewhere. Stop being difficult. The five of us can live together. This is a new hot water bottle I bought for Robin. Take it.” Zachary had always been careless and rarely bought things for the house, let alone specifically for us. Yet now, I watched as he attentively invited Wendy to sit down, with the floor piled high with bags of baby products, all expensive, high-end items. Wendy was still muttering softly, “Zachary, I heard imported formula is more nutritious. Oscar will grow stronger…” Zachary agreed without hesitation, “Of course. Whatever you want, I’ll buy it for you.” I looked down at the hot water bottle in my hands, the gift sticker still attached to the upper left corner. In the past dozen Christmases, Zachary had never cared about Robin, but now he was meticulously caring for someone else’s child. This so-called new hot water bottle in my hand was just something he picked up casually, only to appease us. Zachary continued, “Wendy and Oscar are sensitive to cold. You should let them have the master bedroom with the heater. You can make do in the second bedroom for tonight.” He tugged at my wrist. “If you behave well, I’ll consider remarrying you sooner.” Hearing this, I still felt nothing but disappointment. I reluctantly agreed, fighting back tears as I carried Robin to the second bedroom. Laughter and cheerful voices occasionally drifted from the master bedroom, sounding like a happy family. In contrast, the second bedroom had no heating and was bitterly cold. I had to change the hot water in the bottle every few hours. Afraid Robin would get too cold, I stayed up until dawn when the temperature finally rose, only then daring to close my eyes for a brief rest. However, I had barely fallen asleep when I heard the door being pushed open. When I groggily opened my eyes, I saw Wendy walking in with a plate. Why was she coming in so early? I struggled to get up, but I had caught a chill last night and my head was pounding. “You…” Before I could finish, I suddenly smelled the aroma of eggs. I immediately became alert and saw Wendy holding Robin, with a spoon ready to feed him an omelet. “What are you doing?” I shoved her away. Wendy fell to the floor, the plate shattering. I quickly grabbed Robin, seeing his face already swollen and red, his breathing becoming increasingly labored. Half an omelet lay scattered on the floor. She didn’t know Robin was allergic to eggs. As I frantically searched for the medicine box, I noticed that Robin’s regular medication and emergency shots had all been replaced with Oscar’s fish oil supplements. Trembling with anger, I ignored Wendy who was sitting on the floor pretending to be pitiful, and rushed out with Robin in my arms. I had barely taken a step when I collided with Zachary’s solid chest. “What are you making a fuss about so early in the morning?” Zachary asked impatiently. Before I could explain, Wendy had already burst into tears. “Zachary, today is Oscar’s first birthday. I thought Robin could share in the joy, so I fed him a bite of omelet. I didn’t expect Lydia to think I was dirty—she smashed the plate and told me to get out.” I was so angry I could barely stand. Just as I was about to defend myself, Zachary suddenly slapped me hard across the face. I instantly felt my right cheek burning with pain, my ears ringing. Zachary gritted his teeth and shouted, “Lydia, why have you become so vicious?”

I was knocked to the ground by Zachary while holding Robin. My palm pressed against broken ceramic pieces, sending a piercing pain through me. Zachary quickly helped Wendy up, saying worriedly, “Your wrist is swollen. Let me take you to the hospital!” With that, he scooped Wendy up in his arms and turned to leave. Robin’s face was flushed red in my arms. I grabbed Zachary’s pant leg, pleading, “Please take Robin and me to the hospital first! He needs medicine. If we wait any longer, he could die!” The blood from my palm stained Zachary’s pants, but he didn’t even glance at me. He just impatiently kicked my hand away and said coldly, “Just give Robin some antihistamine. I’m taking family photos with Wendy and Oscar this afternoon. You should reflect on your actions!” Then he walked away quickly with Wendy without looking back. Robin’s breathing became increasingly labored. I couldn’t worry about anything else. I struggled to my feet, picked him up, and ran to the clinic. At the clinic, the doctor angrily scolded me as soon as he saw Robin, “As his mother, you’re being incredibly irresponsible. If you had come any later, your child would have died!” I kept nodding and apologizing, my face still stinging. Seeing my disheveled state, the doctor sighed and said nothing more. I wiped away my tears and stayed by Robin’s side, watching as he received his IV. At this point, I couldn’t count on Zachary anymore. The bus ticket to Boston plus accommodation would cost about four hundred dollars. Fortunately, I had been supplementing our income by making handicrafts. With my Christmas savings, I barely had enough. Looking at Robin, his arms full of needle marks after just half a day, I finally resolved that in this life, I would save my son no matter what. That afternoon, after Robin finished his IV, I carried him to the market. Just as I placed my hand-knitted gloves on the counter, Wendy’s reflection suddenly appeared in the glass case. The minor scratch on her hand had been carefully disinfected with iodine, and she stood in front of the photo studio wearing an expensive wool coat. Strangely, neither Zachary nor Oscar was with her. As soon as she saw the gloves on the counter, her eyes turned vicious. She rushed forward, grabbed my gloves, and accused me harshly, “This yarn is special supply. Lydia, how dare you steal from the factory to sell? You’ve embezzled so much money!” I was stunned. “What are you talking about?” Wendy smirked and triumphantly pulled out a plastic bag from her purse. “This is the evidence!” I immediately recognized it as the bag I used for Robin’s medical expenses. “Why did you take my money? Wendy, give it back!” I cried, lunging forward to grab what she was holding. I tugged hard at Wendy’s hair, desperately trying to get the money back, but she insisted it was money I had embezzled. A crowd began to gather. Just then, Zachary appeared carrying Oscar. “Lydia, what are you trying to do?” he roared. The next second, someone roughly pulled Wendy and me apart. I lost my balance and the back of my head slammed hard against the counter. With a sharp crack, the glass case shattered, and countless shards cut across my face. My heart felt like it had been slashed open too, the pain unbearably real. As I fell, I was just grateful that I had placed Robin in the old bassinet nearby. Zachary helped Wendy up, glaring at me coldly and scolding in a low voice, “Have you really gone crazy now?” I gave a bitter smile, but tears rolled down uncontrollably. No matter what I said, Zachary wouldn’t believe a word now. If that was the case, why bother arguing with him? Even without money, I could at least sell my jewelry. I couldn’t let Robin suffer any more. I wiped away my tears forcefully and looked directly at Zachary. “Go check the accounts and see how much money I’ve cost you in all these years of marriage.” Over the years, worried about his financial burden, I always gave the best to him and Robin. As for myself, I wouldn’t even spend five dollars on myself in a year. Zachary clearly hesitated after hearing my words, looking a bit embarrassed. He took two steps forward but ultimately didn’t follow me. For the next two days, I focused entirely on making handicrafts to earn money, with no time to care whether Zachary came home or not. Until that night, when I suddenly felt something under my pillow before going to sleep. In the moonlight, I saw two envelopes Zachary had placed there. One contained $400 in crumpled bills, and the other had $400 in crisp new notes. I didn’t return them to Zachary. Every cent now was hope for Robin’s survival. But just as I was about to sleep, the door to the second bedroom was suddenly kicked open. When I looked up, Zachary stood in the doorway, his eyes burning with anger. “Lydia, didn’t you agree to divorce me? Are you trying to drive Wendy to her death?” I didn’t immediately understand what Zachary was saying until Wendy stumbled over, half her body soaked in red paint, looking completely disheveled. She said tearfully, “Zachary, I believe Lydia didn’t intentionally slander me as your mistress. Don’t blame her…” Zachary instantly became even more furious. He grabbed my wrist and forcefully dragged me in front of Wendy, saying through gritted teeth, “Apologize to Wendy right now! Then go clarify that you’re the one who cheated, not her!” My wrist ached from his grip, but I found the whole situation utterly absurd. Zachary had always been calm and shrewd, but whenever it came to Wendy, he seemed bewitched. I immediately pulled my hand away and coldly asked, “Why?” Was Wendy’s reputation important while mine was worthless? My defiance completely enraged Zachary. It was the first time he’d ever been this angry with me. I thought he would at most force me to admit my mistake, but I never expected him to grab my wrist and roughly drag me into the isolation room. “Since you refuse to repent, you’ll stay locked up until you come to your senses!” With that, he left without looking back. In the isolation room, I held Robin, curled up in the corner, looking up at the clock on the wall. Not long after, the iron door suddenly opened. Wendy walked in carrying a thermos. “Zachary is soft-hearted. He asked me to bring you some soup. Once you feel warm, you can write your apology.” White foam floated on the soup, instantly reminding me of being drugged in my previous life, so I became immediately suspicious. Seeing that I wouldn’t drink, Wendy tried to force it into my mouth. I struggled desperately, but she deliberately tilted the thermos, nearly spilling the scalding soup onto Robin’s swaddling clothes. I panicked, and she took advantage, forcing my mouth open and making me swallow several gulps. Then, she pulled out a bottle of pills from behind her back, crushed two, and stuffed them directly into Robin’s mouth. I glared at her furiously and demanded, “Wendy, what did you give us?” Robin’s previously cooing voice suddenly became hoarse and weak, gradually fading. Wendy sneered, “Of course it’s medicine from Zachary, to teach you a lesson. As for your son, if he doesn’t wake up within two hours, he’ll be dead for good.” In this life, I had already agreed to divorce Zachary. Since Wendy wasn’t dead, he couldn’t be this cruel. I desperately tried to make myself vomit, trying to get the drug out. “Wendy, whatever you want to do, come at me.” But the drug worked extremely fast, and my limbs gradually became limp. Just then, Wendy pushed several drunken vagrants through the door. “Lydia, tomorrow everyone in town will know you cheated, and Zachary will finally be able to marry me legitimately.” She yanked open the toggle buttons on my cotton jacket, exposing my undergarments. “Even after divorce, Zachary can’t forget you. You and this bastard child should both die!” The drunks lunged at me with lustful eyes, making the iron bed clang loudly. I bit my tongue, using the taste of blood to stay conscious. But when I turned my head, I saw Wendy trying to push Robin’s hand into the gap of the iron bed. Robin was crying so hard he could barely breathe, and I instantly lost all reason. I used all my strength to push away the drunk men and lunged at Wendy, tightly gripping her throat. “Give me the antidote.” As we struggled, the door to the isolation room was suddenly kicked open. Zachary rushed in and immediately kicked me away. Wendy threw herself into his arms, tearfully saying, “Zachary, Lydia was sleeping with other men in the isolation room, and she tried to strangle me to silence me!” Zachary’s eyes were cold as ice as he glared at me with disgust. “Lydia, you make me sick!” I looked at him in disbelief, feeling utterly desperate. He clearly knew Wendy’s tricks were full of holes and understood everything that had happened, but just like in my previous life, he remained a cold observer. Looking at Robin foaming at the mouth, my remaining sanity completely collapsed. I sat on the floor, tears streaming down my face, begging, “Zachary! Save our child, please.” Zachary expressionlessly pulled out a confession letter and crouched down to hand it to me. “Put your fingerprint on this and apologize publicly. The microphone in the broadcast room is already on.” A moment later, the distorted broadcast echoed throughout the small town. “I am Lydia Chapman. I admit that out of jealousy, I fabricated rumors and falsely accused Wendy of being a mistress…” After reading the confession, Zachary nodded slightly and reached out to Wendy. “Are you done? The antidote.” I trembled as I took the antidote and quickly gave it to Robin. Just as I was about to leave with him, I heard Zachary say, “Our home will be used as a changing room. You should take Robin to the clinic for a couple of days. Your luggage has already been packed. “I’ll arrange the best doctor for Robin.” I didn’t answer. I brushed past his shoulder, picked up Robin, grabbed our luggage, and left. The last tear slid down my cheek. I thought, “Zachary, I never want to see you again.” With the long blast of the train whistle, I boarded the train to Boston, holding Robin in my arms.

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On the day I married Howard Fitzgerald, his first love Stephanie Duncan was forced into an arranged marriage with Noah Webster, New York’s most notorious playboy. Howard didn’t want her to lose her chance at happiness, so he fled our wedding ceremony to find Stephanie. Even Xavier Fitzgerald, Howard’s late brother’s orphaned son whom I had raised for seven years, left with him. “Dad told me he only wants Stephanie to be my mom!” In front of everyone, Howard passionately kissed Stephanie and placed the wedding ring that should have been mine on her finger. All of New York was laughing at me. Surprisingly, the next day, Noah stopped my car. Leaning against the hood, he smirked and said, “Ellie, your fiancé ran away from your wedding, and my fiancée was stolen from me. How about we get married?” I smiled back, “No problem. I’ll marry you.” As soon as I said this, the sarcastic smile on Noah’s face instantly vanished. “What did you say?” Looking directly into his eyes, I enunciated each word: “I said, let’s go get our marriage license right now, shall we?” Three hours later, Noah and I stood outside City Hall, each holding our marriage certificate. After a few seconds of silence, Noah suddenly said, “I’ll go prepare for the wedding ceremony. We’ll officially get married the day after tomorrow. Remember, don’t back out.” As if afraid I might change my mind, Noah hurriedly exchanged contact information with me before driving away. I couldn’t help but smile. The way he nervously fumbled for his passport earlier made him seem completely different from the rich playboy everyone described. Despite his reputation as a womanizer, I thought Noah was at least better than Howard. Then, just as I reached my front door, I saw Howard standing there with Xavier. My expression immediately darkened. “Mr. Fitzgerald, your wedding just ended. Why aren’t you with your wife instead of looking for me?” Howard looked guilty and tried to appease me: “Ellie, Stephanie is like a sister to me. Noah is a playboy. How could I stand by and watch her fall into trouble?” So he abandoned our wedding, making my family the laughingstock of New York. Howard even publicly kissed Stephanie, trampling my dignity into worthlessness. “Howard, we’re done.” Howard was stunned. He frowned and said, “Ellie, why can’t you understand? Stephanie and I only had a fake marriage. We don’t even have a marriage certificate. After all, I only want to marry you. Stephanie is kind-hearted and promised to divorce me once the storm blows over so we can be together. Stop being unreasonable.” I laughed coldly to myself, wondering how Howard could shamelessly say such things. Even if I swallowed my pride, my parents would never allow our family to endure such humiliation. “Once you’re divorced, you’ll be a previously married man. What makes you think I would marry you then?” Hearing my words, Howard became furious. “Ellie, when will you stop? Everyone in New York knows we’ve been together for seven years, and you’re no longer an innocent girl. Besides me, who else would marry you?” Seven-year-old Xavier pouted and pushed me away forcefully. “You’re so petty! You’re not even as generous as Stephanie. She knows they’re fake-married, but she’s not angry at all. Indeed, only Stephanie deserves to be my mom!” I felt heartbroken looking at this boy I had raised as my own. Years ago, Howard’s brother and his wife died in a car accident, leaving behind Xavier who was only a few months old. Howard adopted Xavier afterward. However, when Stephanie found out, she abandoned them without hesitation and left the country. As Howard’s fiancée, I diligently cared for Xavier and treated him as my son, only to be humiliated like this in the end. “Let her be your mom then. After all, I’m already married, and I’ll have my own children in the future.” Howard assumed I was bluffing and sneered, “Stop trying to scare me with this marriage nonsense. Ellie, take a few days to calm down!” With that, Howard left with Xavier. I clenched my fists, feeling utterly frustrated. Indeed, everyone in New York knew I loved Howard deeply, and he didn’t believe I would marry anyone else. But ever since Stephanie returned, the once gentle and caring Howard was gone. I thought seven years of love would be enough to withstand anything, but everything that happened showed me I had only been fooling myself.

Noah was a man of swift action. The next morning, he sent people to deliver a wedding dress and wedding gifts to my home. My living room was nearly filled with these items. “Ms. Johnson, this is the wedding dress Mr. Webster personally designed for you, and he specifically commissioned top designers both domestically and internationally to create it. Mr. Webster is preparing for the wedding and wants you to try it on to ensure it fits properly.” For a moment, I stood frozen in place. I hadn’t expected Noah to arrange everything so meticulously. My parents stood nearby with stern expressions, clearly dissatisfied with my marriage plans. However, at this point, they could only accept it. Since we didn’t love each other, I should at least secure the greatest benefit for my family. Although Noah had a questionable reputation, the Webster family was undeniably among the elite upper-class families in New York society. If the Duncan family hadn’t already arranged a marriage alliance with the Webster family, Stephanie would likely have had no chance of entering Noah’s family. I was carefully hanging up the wedding dress, about to call Noah to thank him, when Howard unexpectedly walked in with Xavier and Stephanie. Seeing the room full of gifts, Howard immediately sneered, “Weren’t you being stubborn yesterday? Today you’ve already prepared a wedding dress and jewelry. Since you’re so eager to get married, why don’t we hold the wedding tomorrow?” Then, a flash of jealousy crossed Stephanie’s eyes. Feigning innocence, she removed a diamond ring from her finger and said, “Ms. Johnson, if that’s the case, I’ll return this ring to you. Howard only spoke that way yesterday because he had no choice. Don’t blame him.” Before I could respond, Howard immediately stopped her. “Stephanie, that’s something I gave you. You don’t need to return it to her.” Then he took out a silver ring and tossed it at me. “Don’t say I didn’t prepare anything for you!” Looking at the cheap ring on the floor, I laughed mockingly. The ring on Stephanie’s finger was made with a massive pink diamond worth ten billion dollars, specially commissioned by Howard from professional designers. He had said that ring belonged to his future wife. I thought he had bought it for me, but it ended up on Stephanie’s finger. Ignoring Howard’s words, I simply said, “I don’t need it. You should give it to your kind sister.” Seeing my coldness, Howard’s face immediately darkened. He grabbed the silver ring and threw it into the trash can. “If you don’t want it, just throw it away!” Seeing Howard’s anger, Xavier frowned and glared at me viciously. Then, he directly picked up a pair of scissors and cut up the wedding dress I had hung. Diamonds and pearls from the gown scattered across the floor. Xavier snorted, “You made my dad angry! If I destroy your wedding dress, you can’t marry my dad.” Then he dropped the scissors and ran to Stephanie’s side, tugging at her clothes. “Stephanie, you’re the best to me. Will you be my mom?” Looking at the ruined wedding dress, my heart filled with sorrow and disappointment. I never expected that the child I watched grow up would now publicly humiliate me to please Stephanie. Stephanie said in a coquettish tone, “Ms. Johnson, Xavier is too young to understand. Please don’t hold it against him.” She pretended to carefully open the bag she was carrying and took out a wedding dress. “Ms. Johnson, you’re getting married tomorrow. If you don’t mind, how about wearing this?” I recognized it immediately as the old wedding dress she had worn at her previous wedding. Seeing her challenging look, I suddenly realized they had come specifically to humiliate me today. Howard said with admiration in his eyes, “Ellie, Stephanie is being so thoughtful for you, so don’t be ungrateful. After all, your wedding dress is already ruined, so just wear this one tomorrow.” I took a deep breath and continued, “That won’t be necessary. Our engagement has been canceled, and I’ve already married someone else. Please leave.” Howard’s face instantly darkened. Just as he was about to explode, Stephanie suddenly choked up, “It’s all my fault. If it weren’t for me, you two wouldn’t be fighting. I’ll leave tomorrow.” Howard anxiously wiped away her tears. “I’m not asking you to leave. Who dares to make you go?” He looked at me angrily and continued, “Ellie! Stephanie is trying to help you, but why are you so ungrateful?” “We’ve spent so many Christmases together. Don’t people know what kind of person you are? Besides me, who would marry you?” After saying these vicious words, Howard left with Stephanie. Xavier, standing nearby, didn’t forget to stick out his tongue and make faces at me before leaving. This scene reminded me of when Stephanie first returned to the country.

The day Stephanie returned to the country happened to be the seventh Christmas anniversary of my relationship with Howard. I waited at our agreed restaurant from early morning until late night, but Howard never showed up. It wasn’t until the restaurant closed that I browsed through his latest update on social media: [I’ve finally waited for you.] The accompanying photo showed them together, with Howard gazing tenderly at Stephanie as if she were the most precious treasure in the world. A wave of sadness washed over me, as I had heard that Stephanie was Howard’s first love. Later, Howard explained that he only saw Stephanie as a sister. He hadn’t seen her for so long, which was why he missed our anniversary. “Ellie, I swear you’re the only one in my heart.” I believed him. But it wasn’t until that wedding that I fully understood Stephanie had always been the most special person in Howard’s heart. The day before my wedding with Noah was my birthday. During Christmas time, Howard would always be by my side. But this Christmas, that was impossible. While I was wondering how to spend the day, I suddenly noticed Noah had sent me an address. I went out curiously and found the square packed with people. Countless brilliant fireworks burst in the night sky, illuminating the entire horizon. I heard exclamations from passersby. “My God! I heard this is a fireworks show that Mr. Fitzgerald specially prepared, spending millions to cheer up his wife!” “He loves his wife so much! If I were Mrs. Fitzgerald, I’d be thrilled!” “Plus, he recently disregarded Mr. Webster and Ms. Johnson’s reputation just to marry her. It’s like something straight out of a novel!” Listening to these comments, I found them ironic. Howard’s so-called deep love was always built on trampling others’ dignity. I turned to leave, but from behind came Stephanie’s feigned surprised laughter. “Ms. Johnson, you’re here too?” When I turned around, Stephanie was walking toward me, affectionately holding Howard’s arm. Howard kept a straight face and let out a cold snort. Then he glanced away, clearly still angry about what had happened before. Stephanie swung the designer bag Howard had given her and took a gift bag from her bodyguard, handing it to me with a show of superiority. “Ms. Johnson, Howard was busy preparing fireworks for me today and accidentally forgot your birthday. Consider this as compensation?” I glanced at the perfume in the gift bag, which was clearly a free gift that came with the purse she had just bought. I stepped back, coldly distancing myself from her. “No, thank you.” I wouldn’t stoop so low as to accept her charity. Howard frowned, his tone suddenly turning cold. “Stephanie, you don’t need to please her. Since Ms. Johnson doesn’t like it, just throw it away.” After saying this, he even ignored me, putting his arm around Stephanie and heading straight to the car. Just as the car started, the buzzing sound of drones in the sky caught my attention. People around me looked up and gasped. I raised my head to see countless illuminated drones slowly arranging themselves, eventually forming several dazzling words: [Happy Birthday, Ellie Johnson.] At the same time, LED screens on surrounding buildings suddenly lit up, scrolling a striking message: [Happy birthday, Ellie. Lifetime happiness.] I stood frozen, still in shock, when my phone suddenly vibrated. I checked it to find a message from Noah: [Happy birthday, Mrs. Webster.] I froze. A moment later, Noah sent another message: [I’m busy preparing for our wedding today, so I can’t celebrate your birthday with you. Hope you like the surprise I prepared for you.] Noah: [Don’t worry. I’ll definitely throw you another birthday party later.] A wave of emotion washed over me. Thinking back to all the Christmases I spent with Howard, he had never put so much thought into preparing a birthday surprise for me. He would always make excuses like, “We’ve been together for so long. Isn’t having me by your side enough?” I replied sincerely: [Thank you! I really love it.] After watching the performance, I went straight home. As soon as I stepped through the door, the housekeeper came up to tell me that Noah had sent over a newly customized wedding dress. This dress was more exquisite than the previous one, both in cut and material. “They specifically instructed you to relax and wait for the wedding. They’ll take care of everything tomorrow.” The next day, I was woken up by my parents before dawn, and the makeup artist had already arrived. After my makeup was done and I changed into the wedding dress, a surreal feeling came over me. Just a few days ago, I was eagerly anticipating marrying Howard, but now I was about to become the bride of Noah, New York’s notorious playboy. Beads of sweat formed unconsciously on my palms. But regardless, since I had made my choice, I would take full responsibility for my decision. At eight o’clock sharp, the sound of a car engine came from outside. Surprisingly, the man who stepped out of the car wasn’t Noah, but Howard. I was shocked to see Howard in his suit, Xavier in his little tuxedo, and their family behind them. I had already cut ties with him and returned all the wedding gifts they had given me. But what did he want now? Howard walked up to me, his eyes full of smugness. “Ellie, even though you said you didn’t want to marry me, you still prepared everything. “But since the news of my divorce from Stephanie hasn’t been announced yet, I can only take you home discreetly today and get our marriage certificate. You should behave yourself during this time, and we’ll have a proper wedding next month. “Hurry up and remove all these expensive things from your house!” Xavier also looked up and chimed in, “Dad’s right. If you want to marry into our family, you have to follow the rules!” I frowned, instantly furious. Who did he think he was? Did he want to have several wives? “Howard, are you pretending not to understand or are you just being stupid? I told you we were over! “The person marrying me today isn’t you. Get out! Don’t block my way to my wedding.” Howard still couldn’t believe it, a flash of anger crossing his eyes. “How long are you going to keep up this act? “Stephanie specifically asked me to marry you last night, and she’s even risking her reputation. Why can’t you be more sensible?” I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. I had never agreed to marry him again, but why was he so confident? Did he really think I had no choice but to marry him? Just as I was about to call someone to drive them away, I saw dozens of luxury cars arriving one by one, eventually stopping in front of my house. Looking into the distance, I couldn’t see the end of the line. Xavier asked in surprise, “Dad, didn’t you say she wasn’t worthy of these luxury cars?” Howard frowned, looking confused, and said, “I didn’t order this many cars.” Just as he finished speaking, Noah stepped out of the first car. He strode forward in a well-tailored black suit, looking incredibly handsome. Glancing at Howard’s shabby cars, Noah mockingly taunted, “Well, Mr. Fitzgerald is here again?” “Are you here to steal my wife again? You look so pathetic. Has the Fitzgerald family gone bankrupt?”

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Because my cousin Alice Kennedy needed a blood transfusion, my fiancé Dylan Mcdonald dragged me from my hospital bed while I was about to give birth to donate blood to her. When I was dying from blood loss and difficult labor, Dylan was having sex with her. I could only watch helplessly as they betrayed me, my heart shattering into pieces. In my moment of complete despair, Dylan’s uncle Chester Mcdonald saved me. However, I delivered a stillborn baby, had my uterus removed, and could never have children again. Chester knelt right there in the hospital room and proposed to me. “Harper Marshall, I’ve liked you for many Christmases. Before, I thought you were happy, so I didn’t disturb you. But now, would you give me a chance?” He helped me overcome my depression and made me believe I could embrace happiness again. But on our second Christmas as a married couple, while visiting my child’s grave, I accidentally overheard his phone conversation with Alice. He said, “Alice, giving you Harper’s baby was the best choice. She’s mentally unstable. If you had given the child to her, the child would have suffered.” “I can’t marry you, so this is my way of making it up to you. Don’t worry. As long as I’m around, I won’t let her disturb you.” Chester’s voice echoed through the cemetery like an evil spirit. I stared at Chester in bewilderment, tears uncontrollably streaming down my face. Two Christmases ago, I had delivered a stillborn baby after a difficult labor, never even seeing the child. At that time, I had several suicidal tendencies and had to rely on sedatives every night to sleep. Chester held me tightly, his eyes full of concern. “I’ll stay with you for life. Don’t cry.” Because of my emotional breakdown, he handled all matters concerning my child. But I never imagined it was all a lie, that my child was still alive and even had a new mother. All because of Chester. He claimed to save me, yet pushed me into the abyss. Finally, devastated by the shock, I wandered home alone in a daze. On my way home, Chester’s calls kept appearing on my phone. The word “Honey” kept flashing on the screen. But the thought of him terrified me, so I didn’t answer. Shortly after I got home, Chester returned. Seeing me, he sighed with relief and gave me a hug. “I’m glad you’re okay. I was afraid you might do something foolish.” I didn’t respond. He held my cold hands and gently asked, “Harper, did going to the cemetery today bring back painful memories? Would you like to talk about it?” If I hadn’t overheard his call, I might have been moved by his words, but now I couldn’t trust him anymore. I said, “Chester, I had a dream last night. My baby asked me, ‘Mommy, where are you?’ Is he really waiting for me to find him?” Hearing my words, Chester avoided my gaze. “Harper, you’re overthinking. Thinking too much isn’t good for your health. What’s past is past. We should focus on the present together.” As he finished, Chester’s grip on my hand tightened slightly. He continued changing the subject. “Today is Alice’s child’s birthday party. Don’t worry, Dylan won’t be there. Let’s go.” I suddenly came to my senses. I thought, “Yes, my child is still with Alice. I need to bring him back.” In the car, instead of sitting in the passenger seat as usual, I sat directly in the back. An awkward silence filled the car as I deliberately avoided Chester’s gaze. I took out my phone and found Alice’s social media account, scrolling through all the photos of her child, Hugo Mcdonald, including pictures of his first teeth and first steps. As I looked at each photo, tears slowly blurred my vision. I thought, “This is my child! This is clearly my child!” I clutched my phone tightly, using all my strength not to cry out loud. I could endure Dylan and Alice’s betrayal, I could even not complain about Chester pretending to love me. But the one thing he shouldn’t have done was take away my child after lying to me. Finally, with trembling fingers, I tapped on the booking app on my phone and purchased tickets to a foreign country. I had three days. I must leave with my child. In my heart, I whispered, “Chester, I won’t play along with your charade of a loving marriage anymore.”

I noticed that every time Alice updated her spaghetti, there was an anonymous account commenting. I instinctively clicked on this account’s profile and saw the most recent post: “For the past two Christmases, whenever I accompany her to the cemetery, I can’t bear to look at her face.” My breathing quickened as the true identity of this account became glaringly obvious. As I continued scrolling down, my mind went completely blank. “That Christmas, her uterus didn’t need to be removed. I asked the doctor to remove her uterus. Besides Alice, I don’t want any other woman to bear my children.” “I’ve wronged her. I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for her physical loss.” I looked up, staring intensely at Chester’s back, tears instantly blurring my vision. So he never loved me from the beginning. He even pushed me into hell, while I foolishly saw him as my salvation. For Alice’s sake, he stole my child and stripped me of my right to be a mother. But why? On what grounds? Just then, Chester said, “Harper, we’re here.” Looking at the McDonald mansion outside the window, I felt extremely excited because I was about to see my child. As soon as I entered, everyone’s eyes immediately focused on me. That Christmas, the drama between me, Dylan, and Chester had been quite the scandal, so the McDonald family relatives knew something about it. Now, seeing me attend Dylan’s son Hugo’s birthday party seemed very strange to them. I pretended not to notice their stares and searched for Hugo in the crowd. Just then, I felt my legs being hugged by a soft little body. “Auntie,” Hugo said. I looked down to find Hugo reaching out to me, smiling like a little angel. He said, “Auntie, pick me up.” I felt a lump in my throat, with only Hugo’s smiling face filling my vision. Just hours ago, I had been crying at his gravestone. But just as I was about to embrace Hugo, a hand suddenly pulled him away. Chester protected Hugo, eyeing me warily. “Harper, what are you trying to do?” With a hoarse voice, I said, “I just wanted to hold him.” Chester firmly refused, saying, “You’re not in a good state today. Don’t accidentally hurt Hugo.” Desperate to get Hugo back, I urgently said, “But I’m his…” “Hugo, come here,” a familiar voice suddenly called from nearby. “Mommy.” Seeing Alice, Hugo instantly jumped happily into her arms. Hearing Alice’s voice, Chester became visibly excited. “Alice, even though it’s Hugo’s birthday today, don’t tire yourself out. I can help.” Alice smiled at him and said, “It’s fine. Hugo prefers being with me anyway.” The natural and intimate interaction between mother and son spaghetti burned my eyes. Alice greeted me. “Long time no see, Harper.” I ignored her, silently watching Hugo in her arms. She deliberately held Hugo tightly against her, wearing an insincere smile. “Harper, I see you still love children.” “You and Chester are still Christmas young, and medical technology is so advanced now. Why don’t you two try again?” Before I could respond, Chester quickly denied it, “We won’t be having children.” He spoke hastily, as if demonstrating his loyalty to Alice. The atmosphere instantly became suffocating. Chester realized his tone was terrible, but he couldn’t bring himself to look at me. At this moment, Alice pretended to suddenly remember something. “I’m sorry, I forgot Harper doesn’t have a uterus anymore.” She sounded regretful, but her eyes remained fixed on me. “You can never be a mother. How pitiful.”

I clenched my fists tightly, trying once again to get Hugo back. However, Hugo is now extremely dependent on Alice, so I can’t rashly take him away. Thinking about this, I felt even more hatred toward Alice standing before me. If it hadn’t been for Alice and Dylan back then, how would I have had such a difficult delivery? How would Chester have taken Hugo away and removed my uterus? These demons robbed me of my right to be a mother, and now they’re trampling on my pain. At the party, everyone gathered around Hugo, chatting enthusiastically. One of them said, “Hugo is growing more handsome by the day, just like Alice.” My hand trembled violently, and my bitter gaze unconsciously fell on Hugo. He was eating contentedly in Alice’s arms, his eyes bright and lively, looking absolutely adorable. Thinking about how I’d missed two whole Christmases in Hugo’s life, I couldn’t help but tear up. Someone suddenly interjected, “Really? I think he looks more like Harper.” Immediately, silence fell over the group. Alice’s expression turned extremely unpleasant. Chester explained, “He’s still young, so it’s hard to tell who he resembles.” Hearing this, someone teased, “Stop talking about others. Your younger relatives already have children, when will you have good news?” I lowered my head and focused on eating, not wanting to answer the question. But Chester put down his fork and suddenly stood up. “Actually, they’ve recently developed artificial wombs abroad. I’m planning to take her to try it. She’s always wanted a child. As her husband, I want to make up for her loss.” I looked at him in surprise. “When did you—” Chester grabbed my hand, cutting me off: “You’re happy about this too, right? I was actually planning to tell you about this later.” He stared at me intently, squeezing my hand, the warning in his tone unmistakable. After the party, watching Hugo being taken back to his room by his nanny Ella Clark, I couldn’t hold back anymore and wanted to discuss this matter with Chester. But Chester disappeared instantly, as if deliberately avoiding me. Finally, I walked to the underground garage, where I heard him say, “Alice, I don’t want to leave you, but Hugo is already two years old. This is getting harder to hide. I can’t let her ruin your life.” I followed the voice and found Chester’s car. The window was half-open. Through it, I saw Chester holding Alice tightly. He buried his head in the crook of Alice’s neck, whispering his love and reluctance to part like the most intimate of lovers. Alice stroked his back. “I know you’re doing this for my sake. It’s my fault I can’t give you more, and I’ve even forced you to leave with her.” Chester silenced her with his lips, murmuring, “Don’t blame yourself. I’d do anything to make you happy.” They embraced even tighter, and the atmosphere in the car gradually began to heat up. I saw Chester unbutton Alice’s clothes, tenderly kissing her skin. Soon, the car began to rock slightly. Feeling a wave of intense nausea, I fled from there quickly. I never imagined Chester and Alice had this kind of relationship. So, from the very beginning, I was just a plaything for the three of them. A powerful wave of exhaustion washed over me, and all I wanted now was to take Hugo away from this mess. I tried to go to Hugo’s room but was stopped by Ella. “Mr. Hugo Mcdonald is resting. No one is allowed to disturb him.” I said quietly, “I just want to see him.” Ella had no patience for my explanation and simply pushed me out. Looking at the closed door, I silently walked to the side. Gazing at the lit windows, I tried to identify which one belonged to Hugo’s room. That night, Chester never came back, and I searched the entire night. The next morning, Alice sent me several photos, each featuring Chester. He was half-naked, embracing the equally naked body of a woman. I felt sick to my stomach and couldn’t help wanting to throw up. Before I could respond, Alice sent me an audio recording. Amid intense panting, I heard Alice and Chester talking. Alice asked, “Chester, is it better having sex with me or with Harper?” Chester replied, “How could she compare to you? Her stomach is covered in stretch marks, and she has this horrible scar. I feel disgusted just looking at her.” I had already given up hope for Chester. But hearing these words still made my heart ache. Alice arrogantly messaged me again: [Just admit it, Harper. You can’t win against me. Whether it’s Dylan or Chester, they both love me. I have everything you don’t. What’s the point of you looking through my photos and posts? Isn’t my child adorable? You’ll never have children in this lifetime.] The anger I had suppressed for so long burst forth like a flood. She had ruined my life, taken everything from me, yet accused me of coveting what belonged to her. I rushed into the MacDonald mansion to find Alice affectionately playing with Hugo. Seeing Hugo happily embracing Alice and calling her mom, I completely lost my mind. I charged forward, trying to snatch Hugo away. “Give him back to me.” Alice screamed in terror, “What are you doing?” I grabbed Hugo from her arms and slapped her. “He’s MY child!” Alice looked at me in disbelief. “You…” Before she could finish, I fled with Hugo in my arms. Hugo struggled fiercely in my embrace, repeatedly shouting, “I want Mommy.” I held him tightly, choking back tears. “Baby, I’m your mother. I’m sorry I came too late.” Feeling Hugo’s strong resistance, I hated myself for not realizing sooner, for allowing us to be separated for two Christmases. I headed straight for the airport. Along the way, Chester kept calling me. Alice also bombarded me with messages: [Bring Hugo back right now. I’ve called the police!] She caused all of this, yet pretended to be the innocent victim. When I arrived at the airport, I saw police cars everywhere, so I immediately turned around and headed for the harbor. But soon I realized that no matter where I went, there was a car following me. Through the window, I saw Chester in that car. He shouted, “Harper, stop fighting. I installed a tracking device on your phone. You can’t take Hugo away.” I froze, realizing he had been monitoring me constantly. So that night, he and Alice… Chester’s car kept following me. Without realizing it, we gradually moved away from the city. “Stop now!” Chester suddenly shouted. I then realized that I had unknowingly driven onto a mountain road, with a cliff ahead. I slammed on the brakes, my body lurching forward uncontrollably. Terrified, I gripped the steering wheel tightly, breathing heavily. Outside the car, Chester and Alice were banging on my door. Alice said, “Harper, calm down. Let’s talk, okay?” Seeing Chester’s anxious expression, I laughed mockingly. Alice continued, “Harper, if you’re unhappy, you can hit me. But please don’t hurt my child.” The voices outside weren’t clear, but Hugo’s crying inside the car was painfully distinct. He cried out, “Mommy!” while repeatedly hitting the window, trying to reach Alice. “Baby.” I tried to touch Hugo’s face, but saw a flash of terror in his adorable features. My hand trembled violently. Then I felt endless exhaustion. In Hugo’s eyes, I wasn’t his mother. What was the point of all this? I would only make him more afraid of me, hate me more. I unlocked the car and watched as Hugo rushed into Alice’s arms. Chester gripped my shoulders tightly. “Harper, I…” I looked at him coldly. “You’ve succeeded. I have nothing left now, and I can’t threaten Alice anymore.” Chester froze, feeling a surge of panic. “That’s not true, Harper. You still have me. I’ll protect you from now on.” I broke free from his grasp. “I won’t let you control me anymore. Chester, I hope we never meet in our next life.” Then, without waiting for Chester to react, I jumped off the cliff, sinking into the deep blue sea. Chester shouted, “Harper!”

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After ten years of marriage to my husband Edward Hunter, I accidentally discovered that our seven-year-old child, Felix Hunter, wasn’t my biological son. At the same time, his mistress Bonnie Campbell was pregnant again. He moved Bonnie into our neighborhood and even asked my mother, Freya Smith, to take care of her. After discovering this, I cried and argued with him, but the elders and friends around me all advised me not to be angry. One man said, “If this gets blown out of proportion, it won’t be good for any of you. Even if Felix isn’t your biological son, you’ve raised him for seven years. When he grows up, he’ll be filial to you.” Another man said, “Edward is certainly at fault, but you didn’t protect your own child. You should be more magnanimous.” I felt extremely wronged and couldn’t say a word, only looking toward Edward. We had been husband and wife for half our lives. Thinking of how good he had been to me before, I softened my tone: “I can continue to raise Felix, but I won’t accept the child she’s carrying now. That’s my biggest concession.” However, Edward coldly threw our wedding photos into the trash can. “Bonnie is willing to have my child even without an official status. I can’t abandon her.” He looked at me as if I were a stranger. “If you can’t accept Bonnie, then I don’t need to come home. Contact me when you’ve thought it through.” I clenched my teeth, completely severing any lingering feelings for him in my heart. “If that’s the case, let’s file for divorce.” Hearing my words, everyone in the room looked at me in shock, including Edward, who was about to leave. He frowned and said, “Penelope Smith, how long are you going to act out? You’re really embarrassing me.” I sniffled, my nose stinging, and said in a hoarse voice, “I’ve made up my mind. Let’s file for divorce. I’ll make room for Bonnie.” Edward’s face darkened, and his tone became harsh, full of blame: “Penelope, you’re already thirty-five. Why are you still so immature? Bonnie has suffered a lot to give me a son. Not only does she not complain, but she’s willing to stay with me. Why can’t you learn from her? Now, you even want to take Felix away, separating mother and son. You’re truly vicious.” These words he spat out were like a needle piercing my heart, making it hard to breathe. I dug my nails into my palms. Ten years ago, I met and fell in love with Edward. After marriage, I always wanted a child, so I saw countless doctors and took various medications. Two years into our marriage, I became pregnant. However, I had a difficult labor, suffering for a day and a night. Later, Edward held my hand and said tenderly, “Penelope, I don’t want you to suffer anymore. I just want you to be safe.” I named this child Felix, whom I had obtained with all my efforts, and doted on him for seven years. Until recently, when I accidentally discovered some maternity items at home, and noticed that Felix and Edward were always out early and returning late. I became suspicious and secretly followed them. That’s when I realized they had another family outside. They huddled around Bonnie, caring for her, and their happy expressions cut into my heart like knives. It was also then that I learned Felix was actually Bonnie and Edward’s illegitimate child, and my biological child had died right after birth. For seven whole years, I had been fooled like an idiot. At this moment, I could no longer hold back my tears and asked in a hoarse voice, “Edward, you always say you’ve wronged Bonnie. What about me? Have you treated me right?” Edward was stunned, a trace of guilt flashing in his eyes. “Penelope, I’m sorry. I just didn’t want you to suffer the pain of accepting the child’s death. Bonnie is kind-hearted. I believe if she lives with us, you two will get along well.” I laughed coldly, “Are you saying that not only do I have to accept my husband’s affair, but I also have to accept his mistress moving in and have my mother take care of her?” All the relatives in the room were stunned. Perhaps Edward felt embarrassed, so he asked them all to leave, and then said to me, “I know you can’t accept this right now. But I will definitely bring Bonnie back to this neighborhood. You must agree.” After saying this, Edward opened the door and left. I pressed my aching heart and sat for an entire night. As soon as dawn broke the next day, I went to the courthouse and placed the documents in front of the staff. “Hello, I want to file for divorce.”

After hearing my words, the staff member was stunned. “Ms. Smith, please reconsider?” People around who knew me tried to persuade me. One woman said, “Mr. Hunter and you have been married for ten years. You should discuss this further. His company is growing larger now. Divorce would be a losing proposition for you.” Another woman added, “That woman is just a mistress, while you are Mr. Hunter’s wife. Even if the child isn’t your biological son, as long as he treats you as his mother, that’s enough.” I didn’t hesitate at all. “Our relationship is broken. There’s no point in continuing.” The staff member sighed and finally said, “The divorce application will take a few days to process. You should go home for now.” I nodded and left the courthouse. After that day, Edward truly didn’t come home, and neither did Felix. They weren’t even willing to pretend anymore. Three days later, I happened to run into Freya supporting Bonnie on the street. Bonnie’s belly was visibly swollen, clearly pregnant. Beside them was Felix, eating ice cream. Freya said lovingly, “You need to be careful now that you’re pregnant. I’ll make you corn chowder tonight.” Bonnie smiled shyly. “Thank you.” Felix took a bite of his ice cream and said matter-of-factly, “Mom, we’re family. You don’t need to say thank you.” My breathing quickened, my heart felt like it was being torn apart, and the scene stabbed at my eyes. I couldn’t help rushing over and grabbing Freya’s arm. “Mom, why are you taking care of a mistress? Who’s your real daughter?” As soon as I finished speaking, Freya’s expression turned serious. She yanked her arm away from me, glanced around, then pulled me aside. “What are you shouting about in public? I haven’t even settled accounts with you yet.” Freya’s face became somewhat fierce. “Who gave you permission to divorce Edward? He’s a big businessman. It’s your luck that he likes you. Why don’t you know how to cherish that? You’d better drop this idea. Do you really want everyone to mock you? Regardless, Felix is the grandson I raised. He is my grandson.” Although I had been miserable these past few days, at this moment, hearing my mother criticize me with such harsh words, I was heartbroken, and tears streamed down my face uncontrollably. Why had things turned out this way? My birth mother had changed, and Edward, my husband of ten years, had changed too. Just then, Felix suddenly rushed over and shoved me hard. “You’re a bad woman! Get away! Are you trying to break up my dad and mom again?” After stumbling back a couple of steps, I steadied myself and stared at him blankly, feeling like he was a complete stranger. Freya ran over to comfort Felix, then glared at me. Immediately after, she left with Bonnie in tow. I returned home in a daze. When Edward came back, I was sitting on the sofa, crying my heart out. He paused for a moment, came over and held me in his arms, then gently wiped away my tears. “Don’t cry.” For a fleeting moment, I felt like the Edward who once loved me had returned. During the second year of our marriage, the Hunter family company ran into trouble and lost all its money. I stayed with Edward, living very frugally. During the hardest times, we squeezed into the poorest thatched cottage, embracing each other for warmth. Edward held me, wrapping all his clothes around me, then shed tears of remorse. “Penelope, being with me has made you suffer. I promised I would give you happiness. I’ve failed you.” I shook my head. “I don’t feel it’s hard. I’ll definitely stay with you to help build up your company. We’re family.” Past tears merged with today’s tears, but my heart trembled with pain. “Edward, let’s leave New York, okay? I don’t want to stay here anymore. Can we find a place to start over? Why did you make me raise your mistress’s child for seven years? Why can’t we have a child of our own?” But no one answered me. The silence was like an alarm bell, waking me up. I looked up and saw Edward’s eyes filled with complex emotions. And at that moment, I noticed a woman standing by the door—it was Bonnie.

I stared at the scene before me in disbelief. Bonnie wore a floral dress, light and delicate. Her pregnancy gave her a unique maternal glow. And I… I looked at the mirror hanging on the wall. My face was haggard, both eyes red and swollen from crying, with fine wrinkles around them impossible to hide. Of course Edward would prefer Bonnie—light, beautiful Bonnie. Bonnie stared at Edward’s hand holding mine, her face openly revealing sadness and jealousy. Felix, standing beside her, ran over and shouted, “Dad, you said today you’d let Mom come home to live with us. Why haven’t you kicked this ugly woman out yet?” Edward immediately released my hand and walked over to put his arm around Bonnie. He gently kissed her cheek and reassured her, “I’ll let you stay here today.” Bonnie shyly touched her face, then gave me a smug look. “Penelope, Edward promised that Felix and I could live here so he can take care of us.” After a pause, Bonnie caressed her belly and pulled out a Guardian Angel Pendant. “Edward bought this for me as soon as I got pregnant, hoping our baby would grow up healthy.” I was stunned, feeling a buzzing in my ears. I looked at Edward, unable to believe my eyes. But Edward guiltily averted his gaze, unwilling to meet mine. Recently, after Felix recovered from a serious illness, I had been so worried about him that I specifically bought this Guardian Angel Pendant. Now, he had shamelessly given it to Bonnie and their unborn child. What was I to him anyway? I said, “Edward, I bought that. How could you give it to a child you had with another woman?” Hearing my words, Edward said sternly, “What nonsense are you talking about?” His cold, vigilant gaze made me hold my breath. He then anxiously explained to Bonnie, but she turned teary-eyed and pushed him away, sobbing. She cried, “At Christmas, you used Felix to ease Penelope’s pain of losing her child, and I didn’t object—I obediently followed your arrangement. But now, you’re giving my child a Guardian Angel Pendant that she bought. Edward, I don’t want my child to be born with another woman’s shadow.” Then Bonnie looked at me, tears streaming down her face. “Besides, Penelope doesn’t welcome me. I thought when you brought me back today, I could be with you and Felix forever. But I was wrong. Edward, take me home. I don’t want to stay in someone else’s house.” Bonnie cried heartbrokenly. Felix also burst into tears, hugging her and saying, “I don’t want to be separated from my mom.” Edward grew extremely anxious and quickly comforted her, “Bonnie, I love you and the child you’re carrying for me. In the future, Felix will inherit all my assets. I’ll give you both the very best of everything. “As for Penelope, I’m the master of this house. Without me, she’s nothing. So if I want you to stay, no one can stop it, and no one can bully you.” His words hurt me deeply, but he was right. This was the Hunter Villa, and everyone here sided with Edward. I felt incredibly bitter. After Bonnie and Felix temporarily left, I repeated my thoughts: “Let’s get divorced.” Edward glanced at me indifferently and sneered, “Penelope, who would marry you after you leave me? “You’re almost forty now. Can you stop threatening me with divorce? Besides, after a divorce, what would people think of me?” I clenched my fists. Indeed, divorcing because of a mistress would make him a laughingstock. Beyond that, the current situation between Edward and me was far from equal. After the Christmas-Hunter family company went bankrupt, I seized the opportunity to rebuild it. The Hunter family business quickly became a prominent enterprise in New York. It was during that Christmas when I became pregnant, but I still wanted to continue my career. Edward begged me to return to family life, saying, “Penelope, just be content as my wife. Let me handle the money-making, okay?” Before I could make up my mind, Edward took matters into his own hands by forcing me out of the company and finding someone to replace me. Freya also came specifically to persuade me: “Just focus on your pregnancy. Many people wish they could enjoy this kind of life but don’t have the chance. You don’t realize how fortunate you are.” I followed their arrangements. But afterward, Edward and I gradually grew apart. Perhaps he was already secretly seeing Bonnie by then. Now, Edward pulled a dress from the closet and tossed it to me, his tone becoming remarkably gentle: “I specifically brought Bonnie over today so you two can get along. Stop making a scene.” Before leaving, he made a point to remind me: “Bonnie is pregnant. You need to be more tolerant of her.” At the amusement park, Felix suddenly came over and took my hand: “Mom, will you spend time with me today? I’ve been thinking, and you’ve raised me for seven Christmases. I shouldn’t be so mean to you.” Seeing his sweet demeanor, my heart suddenly softened. Actually, before all this, Felix had always been a well-behaved child. “Okay,” I agreed. After all, once the divorce was final, I wouldn’t be with him anymore. Felix immediately led me happily into the amusement park. Along the way, he begged me to buy ice cream. I had no choice but to ask him to wait for me. But when I returned with the ice cream, Felix was gone. My face turned pale with worry as I searched everywhere for him. Yet, there was no sign of him in the entire amusement park. I ran back to our neighborhood, hoping Felix had returned home. But as soon as I reached the entrance, the security guard stopped me: “Mr. Hunter wants you to go to the hospital. He said Felix was hit by a car.” My mind went blank, and I immediately rushed to the hospital. As soon as I entered the room, Felix burst into tears at the sight of me, his face showing terror. He said, “I told her I didn’t want ice cream, but Mom said she wanted some. When I refused, she pushed me in front of a car. After I was hit, she ran away and said I deserved it.” Bonnie’s eyes were red: “Penelope, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have fallen in love with Edward or come to see you. But Felix is innocent. Why would you hurt him? He even calls you Mom.” My face turned deathly pale, but at that moment, I understood everything. I looked at Felix, asking in disbelief: “Felix, why are you falsely accusing—” Before I could finish, Edward slapped me across the face. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, as if he wanted to kill me: “You’re so vicious. How dare you hurt Felix.” My cheek stung with pain as I defended myself: “I didn’t hurt him. I told Felix not to wander off. He wanted ice cream and asked me to buy it.” “Enough! Would a child lie?” Edward roared. With that one sentence, he sealed my fate. Edward’s chest heaved violently: “Get out! After Felix is discharged, we’ll file for divorce. A woman like you doesn’t deserve to be my son’s mother. When you realize your mistake, we can discuss reconciliation.” The moment I heard those words, I felt a strange sense of relief, as if all the pressure of recent days had been released: “Fine.” Edward was stunned, probably not expecting me to agree so readily. But after saying that, I turned and walked decisively out of the hospital room. Just as I reached the outside of the hospital, I received a notification to pick up the divorce agreement. Afterward, I went home and packed all my belongings. It was only then that I realized, after ten Christmases of marriage, everything that belonged to me only filled one small suitcase. But that made it easier for me to leave. I placed the divorce agreement and keys together on the table, abandoning these ten Christmases of feelings. From now on, I would never return.

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My husband, Ethan Stewart, hated me for six whole Christmases because of the death of his first love, Hailey Fields. I humbly tried to win back his heart, only to be met with his cold mockery: “Julia, if you really want to atone, then die.” Those words pierced my chest like a blade. But when flames engulfed the entire factory, he suddenly rushed in and pushed me away. He collapsed in my arms, blood quickly soaking my clothes, his breathing so faint it was barely noticeable. He said, “Julia, if there’s a next life, let’s not meet again.” Paul and Camila wept bitterly at the funeral, nearly fainting. They regretfully said, “If we hadn’t forced you to break up with her, if we hadn’t made you marry Julia, none of this would have happened.” “Julia, Ethan was held back by you time and again, and now he’s dead because of you. You should have been the one to die!” Amid endless blame and guilt, I eventually chose suicide, closing my eyes at his grave. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to six Christmases ago. This time, I was determined to stay away from Ethan, for everyone’s sake. ***** “Julia, you think forcing me to marry you with our families’ engagement is enough? I’m being coerced! I will never like you!” I froze for a moment, looking up to meet those familiar eyes. It was Ethan, alive. But the Ethan before me was completely different from the mature, reserved, and profound man in my memory. Now he was more like the twenty-one-year-old Ethan, raw and straightforward. I really had returned to six Christmases ago. Just as tears were about to fall, I quickly lowered my head and softly asked, “You love Hailey, and that’s why you don’t want to marry me, right?” This was a fact I’d long known, but bringing it up again still sent a sharp pain through my heart. Ethan sneered, “So what if I do? Will you break off our engagement?” Fighting back the bitterness in my heart, I nodded. “Yes.” My parents were war comrades with Ethan’s parents before they passed away. After their death, they entrusted me to his family. The engagement was arranged then, solely to provide me with security. However, Ethan’s parents always respected my wishes. If I asked, this marriage could indeed be canceled. Ethan was stunned for a moment, then frowned, “Julia, what do you think marriage is? I’ve already submitted the application to my commander, Ivan Powell. Now you want to cancel?” I opened my mouth, but before I could answer, he cut me off, “I have matters to attend to at the base. If you want to break the engagement, tell my parents and Ivan yourself.” With that, he turned and left, his retreating figure resolute and without a trace of attachment. Watching him walk away, the tears I’d been holding back finally streamed down my face. My heart felt like it was being squeezed tightly, making it almost impossible to breathe. Ethan and I grew up in the same neighborhood. Because our parents were close, he always looked after me. He even got hurt multiple times protecting me. I thought he might have feelings for me too, so I secretly told my parents I liked him. My parents also admired Ethan and proposed the engagement to his parents. Later, after my parents passed away, I moved in with his family to fulfill the engagement. Everything seemed to go smoothly. Until I met his first love and realized he never loved me at all. My feelings for him were nothing but shackles holding him back. In my previous life, after I died, my soul lingered at his grave for a long time. Until a passing witch guided me, allowing me to be reborn to fulfill my obsession. And my obsession was to let Ethan go, to give him a life without complications. After coming to this realization, I went to find Ivan first. After hearing me out, he looked troubled. “Julia, have you discussed this with Mr. Stewart? You’ve been together for so long, don’t give up on marriage over something small.” I gave a bitter smile. “Mr. Powell, you misunderstand. We were never dating. He loves someone else, and I don’t want to hold him back anymore.” Ivan seemed to recall Ethan’s first love and sighed deeply, returning the marriage application to me. I carefully folded the document and tucked it into my coat. Next, I went to the military base to find Ethan. After waiting for a long time, I finally saw him come out. When he spotted me, his brows furrowed slightly. “What are you doing here?” I rubbed my arms and handed him the voided marriage application. He reached out to open it with a puzzled look, but I quickly stopped him. “Don’t rush, you can look at it later. Let’s go home first.”

Ethan said, “You’re still being mysterious. I don’t even want to look at it.” Despite his words, he carefully tucked the report into his pocket. I sighed with relief. Just as I turned around, a heavy coat was draped over my shoulders. From above my head came his cold snort. “You’re all grown up now, and you still don’t know to wear more clothes when it’s cold?” I touched the coat, a smile involuntarily spreading across my face. He asked, “What are you smiling about?” I answered, “I’m happy.” I was happy that Ethan was still alive. At the same time, I felt somewhat emotional. He was always so kind, which made me repeatedly misinterpret his goodwill as love. He would ultimately become someone else’s support; I shouldn’t take advantage of his kindness anymore. With this thought, I promptly removed the coat and returned it to him. “Let’s go home. Your parents are waiting for us.” Ethan’s expression darkened. He grabbed the coat and strode forward. I followed closely behind him, instinctively heading toward the back seat when we reached the car. In the past, I was thoughtless, always wanting to be near him in the passenger seat. Now, I was simply finding my proper place. Ethan glanced at me but said nothing, only tightening his grip on the steering wheel. Throughout the journey, no one broke the silence. Only when the bustling sounds of people reached us through the window did I peek outside. I immediately spotted Emmanuel Sanctuary. My thoughts drifted away, suddenly remembering my previous life. Back then, not knowing Ethan liked Hailey, I had dragged him here. Everyone said that couples who prayed here together would stay together for all eternity. Ethan didn’t believe it. He said, “This is all superstition. I should report this illegal structure and have it demolished.” His cold words cut like a blade, piercing deep into my heart, leaving scars that remain to this day. I silently rolled up the window and huddled in the corner. However, the car suddenly slowed down. Then, Ethan opened the back door and unexpectedly said, “Didn’t you want to come here?” I stared at his outstretched hand in front of me, stunned for quite a while. That’s just how Ethan was. He always made me feel inexplicably warm when I least expected it. Before, when I was harassed by thugs, he stepped in despite being on probation, which delayed his military entry by three months. Another time, when I had a high fever, he insisted on taking me to the hospital even after being in a car accident himself. The wound still aches occasionally. During that factory fire, he lost his life protecting me. In our previous life, we weren’t meant to be together. Even if fate has changed somewhat this time, we still won’t end up together. Suppressing the bitterness in my heart, I took his hand and said, “Sure.” Just as I got out of the car, I saw someone rushing over, whispering something in Ethan’s ear. I vaguely heard something about “Hailey not feeling well.” Ethan’s brow immediately furrowed. I instinctively wanted to reach out and smooth it, but then I heard him say, “Hailey didn’t go for her hospital check-up today and now she’s having an episode. She urgently needs a ride. I’ll take her there first. Wait for me here.” I lowered my eyes and softly replied, “Okay.” Ethan frowned and asked, “Aren’t you angry?” The next second, he scoffed, “I guess not. After all, now that you have my mom backing you up, you don’t even need to speak up.” With that, he drove away, completely missing the hurt and desolation in my eyes. When I first learned about Ethan and Hailey’s relationship, I did lose my temper with him. Because I knew Hailey wasn’t as pure as she appeared on the surface. I had seen her entering entertainment venues with numerous men. Through the haze of smoke, her body pressed tightly against theirs. I was just angry that someone as good as Ethan would fall for her. But I also feared he would be hurt if he knew the truth, so I desperately tried to keep them apart. Ethan’s resentment toward me skyrocketed because of this, turning into hatred after Hailey’s death. Since his feelings for Hailey run so deep, I can only support him. I can’t let him die in front of me like he did in my previous life.

I didn’t continue waiting there but went to the Education Board first. Recently, the volunteer program has been in full swing, urgently needing many people to go to the countryside for the “Educational Support” project. The director at the Education Board was extremely pleased to see me come to sign up and asked when I could depart. I said, “In the next day or two.” The marriage application had been withdrawn. Now the only thing left was to explain everything to Ethan’s parents. Soon, I would leave this place and never interfere in anyone’s life again. After getting the registration form, I returned to the Stuart mansion. As soon as I entered, Paul and Camila heard the noise and enthusiastically pulled me into the living room. They asked me a few concerned questions, then noticed Ethan wasn’t with me and asked, “Why did you come back alone? Wasn’t Ethan with you? Where is he?” “You’re about to become his wife. If he dares to mistreat you, we’ll definitely teach him a lesson!” “He had something urgent come up at work, so he left first,” I forced a smile. After my parents passed away, Paul and Camila were the kindest people to me. If there’s anything I find hard to let go of now, it’s them. I said, “There’s something else I want to tell you…” Taking a deep breath, I gathered my courage and said everything at once: “I’m not going to marry Ethan. I’ve signed up for the Educational Support program and will be leaving in the next couple of days.” Camila was clearly shocked by my words and quickly said, “Why have you suddenly decided not to get married? Getting married doesn’t conflict with you joining the program! You two can get your marriage certificate, have the wedding, and then Ethan can visit you whenever he’s free.” Paul chimed in, “That’s right. You’re a young woman—having him by your side looking after you would give us peace of mind.” I shook my head, my voice calm but firm: “Ethan never loved me. If we really got married, we wouldn’t be happy in the future. Let’s just end it.” Camila slammed her hand on the table and angrily demanded, “Is Hailey causing trouble for you again? They’ve already broken up, and she still won’t give up? I’m going to teach her a lesson today!” In my previous life, they stood by me without hesitation like this. Until Ethan lost his life trying to save me, and everyone was plunged into deep regret. The fact is, this marriage was a mistake from the beginning. Without hesitation, I knelt on the ground, my voice choked but clear and strong: “This has nothing to do with anyone else. I just don’t want to marry Ethan anymore. “After my parents died, you’ve been like parents to me. “So I’m begging you to let me go, and let Ethan marry the person he truly loves.” After saying this, I kowtowed several times. Even though my forehead was bleeding, I showed no intention of lessening the force. Tears welled in Camila’s eyes as she quickly helped me up: “Julia, please get up! This is all Ethan’s fault.” Paul sighed deeply and comforted me: “We originally arranged this engagement for your benefit. If you don’t want it, then let’s forget about it. “But wherever you go in the future, you must take good care of yourself. This will always be your home.” He then stuffed a thick wad of cash into my pocket. Just as I was about to refuse, a cold male voice came from outside: “Julia, didn’t I tell you to wait for me there? “You came back ahead of me just to complain to my parents, huh? I really underestimated you!” Ethan strode over and yanked me aside. The pain from hitting my head hadn’t subsided yet, and my head was spinning so much I could barely stand. His gaze swept over the bright red mark on my forehead. He paused briefly before coldly changing the subject. “Hailey says you had someone block her from going to the hospital?” “Do you realize that if I had arrived any later, she might have died?” Hearing this, I froze. Before I could defend myself, Paul suddenly raised his hand and slapped Ethan hard across the face. “What nonsense are you talking about? How could Julia possibly do something like that?” he said. “So you went to see Hailey again! Don’t you know…” Seeing that Paul was about to reveal what had just happened to me, I quickly interrupted him. But Ethan, as if enraged, grabbed me and dragged me outside. “You’re coming with me to the hospital right now,” he said. Paul roared, “You bastard, let go of Julia!” But Ethan pretended not to hear and walked straight toward the hospital. I couldn’t keep up with his pace and nearly fell. The pressure on my wrist made me wince in pain. “Do you really think I did it?” Without looking back, Ethan coldly replied, “We’ll find out when we get to the hospital.” As soon as we entered the hospital, a doctor rushed into Hailey’s room, loudly asking who had type O blood. Without hesitation, I raised my hand. “I do.” Ethan stared at me, seemingly surprised. In my previous life, Hailey had died from blood loss because the hospital’s blood bank had run out. And now, the same situation was happening again. Ethan hesitated. “You…” I gently shook my head and brushed past him. “Consider it me repaying a debt.” He had helped me countless times before. Now, it was my turn to repay him. Ethan pressed his lips together, helplessly watching as the doctor led me to the blood collection room. During the blood draw, I could clearly feel the warm blood being drawn from my body bit by bit, with no end in sight. I weakly asked, “Doctor, are we almost done?” The only response was cold silence and the needle being pushed in harder. As my consciousness began to fade, I vaguely saw Ethan rushing toward me. His figure overlapped with images of him rescuing me time and again in the past, like a surreal dream. “Julia, are you okay?” he called out anxiously. I managed to give him a weak smile. “Ethan, I wish you happiness and peace in this life. From now on, I won’t appear in your life anymore.” With that, I completely lost consciousness. Much later, when I woke up, I found myself lying in a hospital bed, completely alone. I struggled to get out of bed. Just as I stepped into the hallway, I overheard some nurses chatting. “I heard Emmanuel Sanctuary burned down last night. Such a shame—I never even got to take my boyfriend there to pray.” I thought, “Emmanuel Sanctuary was burned down? What a pity, I never got to visit.” An indescribable emptiness welled up inside me, gradually engulfing my entire body like a rising tide. I sighed, and as I happened to look up, I saw Ethan sitting by Hailey’s bedside, carefully tucking in her blanket. Only with Hailey did he show such unreserved tenderness. I watched him silently, not even noticing the tears sliding down my cheeks. Ethan seemed to sense something and looked up. I quickly crouched down, avoiding his gaze. Since they were getting along so well now, it was time for me to leave. That evening, after leaving Hailey’s room, Ethan hurried to Julia’s hospital room. All day, he’d felt an inexplicable sense of loss, as if something essential was missing from deep within him and gradually slipping away. When he pushed open the door, Julia wasn’t there—only a nurse making the bed. “Where did she go?” he asked, his voice hoarse. Without looking up, the nurse replied, “Oh, you mean Ms. Walker? She checked out hours ago, said she was catching a train somewhere. She’s probably at the station by now.”

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On my wedding day, five months pregnant, I was kidnapped and after a day and night of torture, cruelly thrown off a cliff. I lost my baby due to severe bleeding, my life hanging by a thread. Yet my fiancé, Ezra Garrett, publicly called off our engagement and married his first love, Luna Hicks, instead. It was Ezra’s brother, Colton Garrett, who frantically rushed me to the hospital and brought in top specialists to save me. He knelt by my hospital bed, softly promising he didn’t mind what happened to me and would take care of and protect me. Three years into our marriage, he showered me with affection, but by chance, I overheard a conversation between him and his friend Aiden Schmidt. Aiden said, “I heard your wife went to get medication again, but didn’t the doctor say her body was too damaged to ever get pregnant? That Christmas when you arranged for Adeline to be kidnapped to ensure Luna could marry Ezra. All these years, you’ve been secretly giving her contraceptives. Poor woman.” Colton’s voice was calm and cold. “Only when Adeline was ruined did Ezra have an excuse to break off the engagement. I had to do it for Luna’s happiness. “Besides, someone like her who’s been defiled doesn’t deserve to bear my children.” Tears streamed down my face as my heart shattered into pieces. So the supposed redemption was nothing but an elaborately woven lie, a false comfort. If that’s the case, I’ll leave. ***** The gossip in the office cut into my heart like sharp blades. I listened in shock. Inside, Aiden’s voice carried a hint of pity. “Adeline loves you deeply. Aren’t you afraid she’ll discover the truth…” Colton’s expression was cold as he rhythmically tapped his fingers on the desk, saying coldly, “What if she does find out? I’ve already sent the people I hired overseas. Where can she go now except depend on me?” Aiden frowned. “Colton, aren’t you afraid of karma?” Colton sneered, “Her baby died from hemorrhaging, and I haven’t faced any consequences, have I? She takes contraceptives in her daily medicine and still obediently calls me husband. She now lives in luxury with endless money—that’s my compensation to her.” Aiden put down his glass heavily, saying helplessly, “Don’t regret this later.” I covered my mouth tightly, fighting back tears. What I thought was true love and salvation was just a carefully calculated scheme. Hearing footsteps approaching, I hurriedly turned and stumbled out of the company. Rain poured down, mixing with my tears. I looked at the ring on my finger, yanked it off, and threw it into the drain. Five years ago, I was kidnapped before my wedding. The kidnappers, ignoring my pregnancy, raped me for a day and night, recording videos that spread across the internet. Ezra immediately canceled our engagement and married Luna instead. When I tried to jump from my hospital bed to end my life, Colton burst in and held me tight. He said, “Don’t be afraid, you have me. I’ll marry you and protect you for life.” He threw the kidnappers into the sea, deleted all videos to clear my name, canceled all his work, and stayed by my hospital bed daily. But in the end, the man who loved me so deeply was the true culprit behind my suffering. I walked to the hospital in a daze. The doctor looked startled when he saw me. “Mrs. Garrett, do you want the same medication as before?” I forced a smile and asked directly, “Is that medicine really for helping with pregnancy? Please tell me the truth. I won’t tell anyone.” After a long silence, the doctor’s cloudy eyes welled up with tears. “Actually, it’s contraceptive medication. Your body can’t handle it anymore, but Colton instructed me to…” Hearing this confirmation, all I felt was bone-chilling cold. For three years, Colton personally made sure I took the medicine daily, claiming it was for my health. He would say, “Adeline, I just want you healthy, always by my side.” When I returned home that evening, I was soaked. Seeing me drenched, Colton hurriedly approached with a towel. “Why are you so wet? When it rains, you should have your assistant pick up your medicine. I’ll be heartbroken if you catch a cold.” His eyes were full of tenderness, but to me, they felt like knives cutting into my heart. If I hadn’t heard those words, I might still believe he truly cared for me. I forced a smile. Colton thought I was upset about the baby. He pulled me into his arms, comforting me softly, “I don’t care if we have children or not, as long as I have you. “If you really want children, we can adopt from an orphanage. You can have as many as you want.” I clenched my fists, my nails digging painfully into my palms. Trying to stay calm, I said, “I asked the doctor today, and he said I don’t need to take the medicine anymore. I want to stop…” Colton’s body noticeably stiffened. He hesitated for just a second before putting on a concerned expression. “Adeline, you need to focus on your health. After you finish these pills, I’ll find you an even better doctor.” His tone left no room for argument. He smoothed my disheveled hair and kissed me lightly. “Go take a shower. I’ll get your medicine. Tomorrow we have a Garrett family dinner.” Colton took the medicine into the kitchen. I laughed bitterly at myself. One moment he said all he needed was me, the next he worried I’d ruin his plans, insisting on personally giving me the medicine. The husband I once took pride in, the blissful marriage—it was all fake. I don’t want this place full of lies anymore. And Colton, I don’t want you either.

The urge to leave grew stronger by the minute. I returned to my room and stared at the invitation from Doctors Without Borders that I’d received a month ago. At the time, I hadn’t wanted to accept it because of Colton. But now, I had nothing holding me back. I decisively replied accepting the offer and booked a flight for three days later. As I walked out of the bedroom, I ran into Colton coming toward me with medicine. He said, “Adeline, take your medicine, be good.” I suppressed the pain in my heart and drank the medicine in one gulp. Colton smiled with satisfaction. “I’ll cook dinner for you tonight.” Watching him walk into the kitchen, I quickly ran to the bathroom and threw up all the medicine I had just taken. Fighting through the cramping pain in my stomach, I had barely left the bathroom when I heard Colton’s phone chime with a message notification. I picked up his phone and unlocked it on the first try—the password was Luna’s birthday. Luna had sent a message: [Colton, thank you for the gift.] In the attached photo, Luna wore a sexy slip dress with a blue diamond necklace prominently displayed around her neck. It was the exact birthday gift I had wanted. At the time, Colton had apologetically told me the necklace had already been sold and promised to make it up to me. All along, he had secretly given it to Luna. I placed the phone back with a bitter smile, a wave of self-mockery washing over me. Early the next morning, Colton and I returned to the Garrett estate. As soon as we entered the living room, a plate came flying toward me, shattering at my feet. Phoebe’s sharp, disgusted voice rang out: “Alice! Scrub the floor tiles three times with disinfectant wherever that filth has stepped!” I bit my lower lip, desperately suppressing the pain inside, remaining silent. Colton held my hand and whispered reassuringly, “Mom’s just like that. Don’t take it personally.” I said nothing. Throughout our marriage, Phoebe had never liked me, and the incident at our wedding only intensified her disgust. Yet Colton had insisted on marrying me, so she had reluctantly accepted. Just then, two people came down the stairs—Ezra and Luna. Luna, with her pregnant belly, had a delicate face full of maternal gentleness. Phoebe rushed forward to support her, then shot me a cold glance: “Luna is so considerate, unlike some people who still can’t bear children.” Her words stabbed into my heart like a knife. Colton sighed softly, “Mom, Adeline is already working on improving her health.” But Phoebe wouldn’t let up, pointing at me in dissatisfaction: “Improving? If it weren’t for your insistence, someone like her who was raped wouldn’t be fit to marry into our family.” Luna then flashed a meaningful smile and said, “Mom, don’t be angry. Maybe Adeline will get pregnant soon. Let her and Colton spend some quality time together for now.” Phoebe’s expression darkened further as she coldly stated, “Adeline, if you’re not pregnant by next year, I’ll make Colton divorce you.” Hearing this, Colton gave me an apologetic look: “Mom, Adeline and I will try our best.” My heart felt like it was being torn apart. They knew better than anyone why I couldn’t get pregnant. After dinner, Luna said she wanted me to accompany her for a walk, affectionately linking her arm with mine as we left the living room. She smiled sweetly, though with obvious calculation: “Adeline, I’ve decided, if I have a boy, I’ll name him Charles, and if it’s a girl, Freya. What do you think?” I froze and stopped walking. These were clearly the names I had chosen for my unborn child. Back then, Luna was still my good friend, and I had eagerly shared this secret with her. Now, she was even stealing the last thing I had of my child. “Why?” I blurted out. Luna’s fake smile instantly vanished, her voice turning icy and harsh: “Adeline, after three years, you’re still useless. Even though Colton married you, he’s never neglected me. If we both fell in right now, who do you think he’d save—you or me?” Before I could react, she yanked me hard, and we both tumbled into the artificial lake beside us.

Cold water rushed into my mouth and nose as I helplessly sank deeper, without even a chance to call for help. The faint light above my head gradually dimmed. I don’t know how much time passed before someone pulled me from the water. As I lay on the ground coughing violently, I saw Colton rescuing Luna. She was wrapped in a soft towel, her eyes red as she looked at me. “Adeline, I was just trying to convince you to live happily with Colton and have a child soon. Why did you push me? You can hurt me if you want, but what about the baby in my womb?” Her voice trembled with tears. My throat felt like someone was squeezing it tightly. Before I could speak, Phoebe slapped me hard across the face. “You disaster! We should never have let you marry into our family. Luna is pregnant, how could you do this to her?” She glared at me coldly, her tone sharp as ice. “You worthless woman, how dare you cause trouble at the Garrett estate? If you don’t apologize to Luna right now, get out of this house and never come back.” Ezra held Luna protectively in his arms, glaring at me furiously. “Adeline, you’re just jealous that Luna is having a baby. A venomous woman like you deserved to be raped back then.” I trembled, the chill spreading from my bone marrow throughout my body. Colton looked at me too, his voice cold. “Adeline, you’re clearly in the wrong here. Apologize to Luna.” I stared at him in disbelief. Each of his words was like a dull knife, slowly cutting into my heart. Under everyone’s intense stares, I slowly fell to my knees and said with a shaking voice, “I’m sorry.” Luna displayed a sickening fake smile, making a show of helping me up. “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it.” Phoebe glared at me coldly. “Adeline, you can skip dinner today. Go back to your room, change your clothes, and think about what you’ve done!” I instinctively looked toward Colton, desperate for even a hint of comfort or understanding. However, he was only watching Luna with concern, as if worried she might have been harmed. My heart instantly turned cold. I turned away numbly, stumbling back to my room. I stayed in the bedroom for a long time, not taking another step outside even as the sun completely set beyond the window. But strange sounds came from the adjacent guest room. Due to poor soundproofing, I clearly heard Colton’s suppressed breathing. Through the partially open door, I saw him passionately kissing Luna. “Luna, I’ve missed you so much.” His voice was restrained, yet couldn’t hide the flames of desire. Past images of intimacy between Colton and me flashed through my mind. Each time, he would always finish quickly, even covering my eyes with his hand. I thought he was showing restraint, not knowing he was using this method to imagine I was his beloved Luna. Luna moaned softly, feigning weakness, “Colton, I know you love me, but unfortunately I’m married to Ezra. We can never be together in this life.” She deliberately paused, then unbuttoned Colton’s clothes. “You’ve done so much for me. Today, let me properly thank you, okay?” Colton interrupted her urgently, “Luna, you’re pregnant.” Luna responded seductively, “It’s fine, the doctor says it’s okay.” Soon, the room was filled with passionate breathing. My heart felt like it had been struck by a sledgehammer. Even though I’d long known Colton had no feelings for me, the pain of this moment still suffocated me. I clenched my hands, letting tears slide down my cheeks. I silently counted the time in my head. Soon, I would leave this place, saying goodbye forever to this world of pain and humiliation. The following evening, Colton’s company was hosting a charity dinner. I’ve never been fond of attending such social events, but this time, as Colton was selecting his tie, I said, “Take me with you.” I’d consider this our last time together. Colton paused, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes. Since our return from the Garrett Manor, he’d vaguely sensed something was off with me. However, I still acted as I normally would. So he merely assumed I was still upset about what happened at the Garrett Manor and didn’t press further. At the event, Luna and Ezra were also present. Colton mentioned he needed to socialize, and I nodded, turning to find a quiet corner to rest. However, at that moment, my dress was suddenly caught under someone’s heel. With a loud rip, my gown tore open. In an instant, the scars left on my body from the previous rape were completely exposed for everyone to see. People around immediately began to gossip. “Isn’t that Mr. Garrett’s wife? Are those scars from those kidnappers? How frightening.” “I saw that video too. When she was being raped, her expression seemed rather… enjoyable, not like she was being forced. Maybe she’s into that sort of thing.” Those sharp, piercing insults cut through me like blades, slowly tearing my heart apart. I instinctively wrapped my arms around myself, my body trembling uncontrollably. Just then, Luna appeared, feigning concern: “Adeline, are you alright?” But as soon as she finished speaking, she lowered her voice and sneered, “Do you like the gift I sent you?” Humiliation and anger surged within me, and I instinctively moved to push her away. But before I could touch Luna, she deliberately fell backward, clutching her stomach and crying out, “Ah! My baby!” Colton, hearing the commotion, rushed over immediately. He moved even faster than Ezra, anxiously helping Luna up. “Luna!” Luna curled up in Colton’s arms, sobbing, “I was trying to help Adeline leave, but she pushed me!” Colton’s forehead veins bulged, his voice low but filled with anger: “Adeline, what’s wrong with you now?!” His deliberately lowered voice pierced my soul like shards of ice. “I’ve clearly been too lenient with you these past Christmases. Luna is pregnant, and you dare lay hands on her!” Luna whimpered pitifully, “Colton, my stomach hurts so much.” The concern in Colton’s eyes was undisguised as he carried Luna away without even a glance in my direction. I felt as if all the blood in my body had frozen. The surrounding gossip nearly consumed me. “Look at how anxious Mr. Garrett is. Anyone who didn’t know better would think he was carrying his wife.” “Adeline always seemed so gentle and fragile, who knew she could be so vicious. Luna is pregnant, and she still attacked her.” “Mrs. Luna Garrett is pregnant, while Adeline still can’t conceive. She must be jealous, probably planned this all along.” The humiliation came in waves, and I was utterly devastated. I straightened my back, desperately trying to hold back tears as I walked step by step out of that place of shame. Back home, I quickly packed my bags. Then, I signed the divorce papers, placed them in a prominent spot in the living room, and left without looking back. At the airport, while waiting to board, my phone rang. Colton had sent a message: [Luna’s condition is very serious. If you realize your mistake, come to the hospital immediately and apologize to her!] Without hesitation, I replied: [I did nothing wrong, and I will not apologize to her!] After that, I silenced my phone and tucked it into my bag. Once on board, I found my seat and gazed out at New York growing smaller in the distance. My eyes were slightly red, but my heart felt incredibly free. “Goodbye, Colton. From now on, we have no connection whatsoever.”

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I was kidnapped for ten Christmases. When I finally returned home, I discovered my parents had adopted a new child. To avoid conflict between me and their “fake daughter” Janet White, they sent me to a popular reality show. Every day, I had to fight pigs for food, compete for sleeping space, and endure nightly brainwashing sessions where the crew made me chant a hundred times about how wonderful my parents and Janet were. One wrong move, and they would strip me naked, throw me into a well where I could easily drown, or leave me to suffer in some creepy old widower’s cabin. By the end of the show, I had finally become the “good child” and “big sister” my parents wanted. But on the day of the grand premiere, I walked off the edge of the TV station’s rooftop—my parents were completely devastated. ***** I knelt at the doorway, begging my father Richard White and mother Grace White. My voice was flat and mechanical as I recited the vows I had been forced to memorize. “I’m sorry, Mom, Dad. I know I messed up. I swear I’ll be good to Janet from now on. She always comes first. “Janet is the best. Janet is number one. Janet is more important than my life.” As soon as the words left my mouth, director Lucas Wright shouted, “Cut!” The reality show was finally over. Lucas announced we were done, but I remained kneeling, numb and unable to move. Meanwhile, Richard and Grace were all smiles, shaking Lucas’s hand as if he had just given them a miracle. “Thank you for training our Helena so well,” they gushed. “We’ll make sure every relative and friend watches when the show airs!” Lucas grinned and turned to me. “Helena, you need to maintain good relationships with your family now, understand?” He reached out to help me up, but I flinched, my eyes fixed on his extended hand. His arm froze midair as Richard snapped, “What kind of attitude is that?” I didn’t answer. Lucas just chuckled and ruffled my hair. “It’s no big deal. Girls get shy, right? She probably just going to miss us!” He patted my shoulder firmly, his eyes locking with mine. “Don’t forget how good we were to you.” My stomach churned, but I forced myself to nod, swallowing the tremor in my chest. After the crew left, Richard and Grace brought me inside. Just as I stepped through the door, I caught Janet rolling her eyes slightly, quick and secretive. But when Richard and Grace looked at her, she bounced over happily. “Helena! Oh my God, I missed you so much!” she said cheerfully. “You’ve been gone for so long—come on, let me show you your room!” Before I could respond, she grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the bedroom. The door clicked shut, and her facade instantly vanished. “You little bitch,” she hissed through gritted teeth, her features twisted with malice. “Why did you have to come back? It would’ve been better if you’d died out there.” I stared at her, unmoved. I’d seen this act before. Years ago, when the police first brought me back from the village where I’d been trafficked, she had cornered me behind Richard and Grace’s backs, telling me to get lost. And I was their biological daughter. Seeing no reaction from me, her lips twisted into a sneer. Then, quick as lightning, she slapped herself across the face and collapsed to the floor. “Dad! Mom! Help!” she cried out. Richard and Grace rushed in. The red mark on Janet’s face was enough. Richard’s face turned purple as he kicked me to the ground. “What the hell did they teach you there?” he roared. “She’s your sister, and this is how you treat her? We shouldn’t have brought you back!” Grace held Janet, her eyes full of disappointment. “Janet has always been so good to you, how could you do this?” Richard pulled out his phone. “I’m calling the crew right now. Maybe they can take you back.” His words made my head buzz. Sending me to that nightmarish reality show had been Janet’s idea in the first place. For weeks, they treated me like an animal. They made me sleep in a pigsty, forced me to compete with pigs for food, claiming it was “character building.” At night, I had to kneel at the crew’s feet, listening to them drone on about how perfect Richard, Grace, and Janet were. If I dared resist, they would strip me naked and throw me into a well, leaving me shivering in the freezing water, one slip away from drowning. Worse still, they would lock me in some creepy old widower’s shack in the village to torment me. As the memories flooded back, I fell to my knees, banging my head against the floor. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” “I shouldn’t have hurt Janet. I’m the worst. I don’t deserve to live!” I kept repeating it, even as blood seeped from my forehead.

Richard and Grace stood there, shocked. Finally, Grace stepped forward, her expression softening, ready to help me up. But Janet let out a dramatic sob. “Please, Mom, Dad, don’t be mad at Helena. It’s my fault she hates me so much that she’d hurt herself.” Richard’s face darkened further. “You didn’t do anything wrong. She started this!” He rushed over and yanked me up by my arm. “Enough. We still need to try on new clothes. Let’s go.” At the mall, I nervously scanned the clothing racks, not daring to touch anything. Richard glanced at my tattered clothes with disgust, then pointed at me and shouted at the clerk: “Find her something decent. For God’s sake, she’s a girl—looking like this, it’s absolutely humiliating!” The clerk brought out a size chart and asked, “What size does your daughter usually wear?” Richard and Grace both turned away, their faces tightening with embarrassment. I had only been home for a short time after being sent to that reality show makeover program, still wearing the same old ragged clothes. They had no idea what size I wore. The clerk approached me with a measuring tape. From the corner of my eye, I caught Janet raising her phone, her gaze filled with malice. Her lips moved silently, saying: “Filthy slut.” In an instant, the world around me distorted. I was no longer in the store—I was back in that hellish village. Those leering staff members, with their disgusting smiles, ropes in hand, slowly closing in on me. “Stay away from me!” I screamed. They couldn’t catch me again—never. I frantically pushed the clerk away, my vision blurring, stumbling like a trapped wild animal. The mannequins around the store flickered in and out of focus, their blank faces transforming into the villagers who had humiliated me, their sticky gazes locked onto me, eager to grab me, pin me down, and tear my clothes apart again. I swung my arms, knocking over mannequins that crashed to the floor. Richard and Grace, startled by my outburst, rushed to grab me, but in my eyes, they were just more monsters trying to drag me back into that nightmare. I had to escape. Clothes flew off the racks and were trampled under my feet as I careened through the store. The manager shouted about calling the police. Finally, they cornered me in a fitting room, and the chaos stopped. Richard slapped me hard across the face. “What the hell is wrong with you?” The slap snapped my head to the side, my cheek burning with pain. I slowly turned back, meeting the naked disgust on Richard and Grace’s faces. Outside, a crowd of onlookers gathered, some whispering: “What kind of lunatic is this?” “God, she’s terrifying. If she’s sick, she should be locked up in a hospital, not scaring people here!” As the crowd’s mockery grew louder, Richard and Grace hurriedly took me out of the mall. Back home, Richard shoved me into my room. “You little brat! You did that on purpose, didn’t you? To humiliate us? To get revenge on us?” “Kneel there and think about what you’ve done!” I knelt down, lowering my head and curling up, a movement that had become instinctive now. They didn’t know that kneeling was the easiest part. I’d rather kneel a thousand times than be violated. Hours passed—I didn’t know how many—when Janet’s voice came through the door crack. “Why give her food? She made us all look like fools. She doesn’t deserve to eat.” “No water either. One night without food won’t kill her.” I curled up tighter, my body aching. I hadn’t eaten in two days since the show ended. Sharp pains twisted in my stomach. I needed something—anything. My gaze swept across the room, landing on a notebook on the bookshelf. Without thinking, I grabbed it, tore out pages, crumpled them into balls, and stuffed them into my mouth. The paper scraped my throat raw, but I was too hungry to care. The next morning, the smell of food wafting through the house pulled me from sleep. Outside my room, Richard and Grace were talking with someone. “Your older daughter is back, right? Why isn’t she out for breakfast?” a voice asked. Grace sighed, her tone full of annoyance. “She’s probably still in bed. Kids these days, lazy and spoiled.” “Well, things were completely different when we were young… I’ll go call her.” The bedroom door was pushed open abruptly. “Helena, breakfast,” Richard called. I stumbled out on shaky legs, dragging my steps into a dining room packed with guests, the table loaded with steaming dishes. I glanced at Grace. “Am I allowed to eat now?” She frowned, confused. “Of course you can eat. What, like we’re starving you or something?” Before she finished speaking, I rushed to the kitchen, grabbed the trash can, and began stuffing its contents into my mouth. It was all food scraps—fish scales, wilted lettuce, eggshells. I didn’t care. The room fell silent. Everyone stared at me with horrified expressions as I shoved garbage into my mouth.

A hand grabbed my hair, yanking me upright. Richard’s face was purple with rage. “Who taught you to eat this garbage?” he roared. His palm cracked across my face. “Are you deliberately trying to embarrass me?” I didn’t flinch, just swallowed the food in my mouth, expressionless. Grace walked toward me but stopped when she smelled the fish stench on my clothes, gagging slightly. Her eyes softened with concern. “Helena, what’s wrong with you?” A shocked relative interrupted, “That’s Helena? What happened to her? Eating garbage… those traffickers are monsters!” Richard and Grace froze, their faces tense. They had always avoided the truth about my kidnapping. Many Christmases ago, during one of their heated arguments, they had threatened to “get rid of” a child, leaving me by the neighborhood dumpster. That’s when traffickers took me. Unable to face their mistake, they adopted Janet, pretending nothing had happened. Now, reality hit them hard. Richard’s grip on my hair loosened, and I collapsed to the floor. But I was still starving. I crawled back to the trash can, grabbing the unfinished scraps. Grace rushed over to stop me, but I mistook her for a crew member from the reality show. I bit down on her hand. She screamed, clutching her bleeding palm, her eyes filled with fear. “You bit me?” Janet rushed over, protecting Grace, glaring at me with pure hatred. “How could you do that to Mom?” The relative who had spoken earlier fell silent, staring at me like I was a monster. Richard’s temper exploded. He charged forward, kicking me away from the trash can. “You dare hurt your mother?” he bellowed, pointing at me on the ground. “I don’t have such an ungrateful daughter!” My throat was too dry to speak. I swallowed the apology I’d been trained to blurt out. The gathering dispersed, and to “teach me a lesson,” Richard locked me in the storage room. In the cramped, dark space, I instinctively wanted to curl up in a corner. My foot caught on a box, and I fell, knocking it over. Toys and clothes scattered everywhere. Panic swept over me. If Richard and Grace found out I’d messed up again, they would give up on me completely. I swallowed my fear and slowly moved to the door, turning on the light. The room brightened, and I saw my childhood toys and Christmas clothes scattered on the floor. At the bottom of the box was a photo of the three of us—Grace, Richard, and me—smiling carefree. On the back was Grace’s handwriting: [Forever love my precious daughter, Helena.] Tears slid down my face. I clutched the photo tightly, my knuckles white. I thought they had thrown all this away long ago. Maybe Richard and Grace hadn’t given up on me. Maybe they still loved me. A spark of hope ignited in my chest. If I told them what happened on the reality show, would they understand? Could they comprehend why I became like this? But then, I heard their voices outside the door. Richard’s tone was sharp, filled with frustration. “I just don’t know what to do with her. Why did we end up with such a useless child? I wish she had never come back!” “Don’t say that,” Grace whispered. “She’s still our daughter.” Her words warmed my heart, but only for a moment. Richard’s voice grew louder. “Compared to Janet? Please! Helena is a disaster. Who would want her?” “I wish we only had Janet,” he spat. “She’s sweet, considerate, always puts family first. But Helena? She only embarrasses us and causes trouble with her sister. This house hasn’t known peace for a moment!” Grace sighed heavily. “I’m thinking maybe we should send her away…” “Here’s the plan,” she continued. “Tomorrow, at the premiere event, we’ll talk to the director and see if they can take her back for more training. We’re willing to pay any price.” “And if that doesn’t work?” Richard growled. “We’ll dump her back in some remote garbage heap and be done with it for good.” Richard and Grace’s words completely extinguished what little hope I had left. I collapsed on the floor, staring blankly at the storage room door. I had been fooling myself all along. Richard and Grace had given up on me long ago, just like our family memories, carelessly tossed into boxes in this dust-covered room. The next morning, they let me out. Grace put a clean outfit on me. My eyes were vacant, my body unresponsive. Janet spoke up, her voice filled with fake concern: “Helena’s face is so dirty. Let me take her to wash up.” Her perfect daughter performance put Richard and Grace at ease. They allowed her to take me to the bathroom, but for safety—worried I might go berserk—they tied my wrists with rope. In the bathroom, Janet shoved my head into the toilet. “You piece of trash,” she snarled, “you think you deserve to wear the new clothes Mom and Dad bought?” “No matter how much you wash, you’ll never clean off the marks of all those men who used you.” The suffocation was nothing compared to the freezing well water I’d been forced to endure on the reality show. I didn’t fight back or say a word. Janet, bored with my silence, finally let me go. In the car, Grace hesitated, keeping her distance. “Helena, today is important. Can you behave?” I stared at the rope on my wrists, saying nothing. Richard snorted coldly. “Ungrateful little brat.” The car arrived at the TV station in the city, where director Lucas greeted us with a beaming smile. “Today’s the big premiere! I’m counting on you all to stir up some excitement!” Richard nodded. “Of course. But we still need your help. Our eldest daughter still has some bad habits. She needs more… correction.” Lucas’s smile deepened, his eyes scanning over me. “No problem. As long as you’re willing, we can keep helping her improve.” Before they could say more, Lucas’s assistant Noah rushed over. “It’s starting! Lucas, get the guests inside!” Facing the cameras waiting to film, Richard and Grace untied my wrists. Once inside, the flashing lights hit me, and I recognized familiar faces. The reality show crew—those who had treated me like livestock—sat in the “VIP” section. Richard and Grace, hearing these were people who had “taken care of me,” dragged me over to thank them. “Say it,” Richard hissed, “say thank you.” My stomach churned. When I didn’t move, he roughly pushed my head down. “Speak!” I opened my mouth, but all that came out was vomit, splattering all over the clean clothes they’d put on me. Richard’s face darkened, and he opened his mouth to yell, but the cameras made him hold back his anger. He swallowed his rage. Lucas quickly had someone take me to the bathroom to change clothes. This was just a small incident, and the premiere continued. From backstage, I heard Lucas’s confident, smooth voice: “Our show is dedicated to documenting the transformation of troubled teenagers. Our team works tirelessly to guide each young person toward a better path.” Then, Richard and Grace were invited on stage. “Thank you to Lucas and the entire team,” they said, “you’ve given our daughter a brand new start, a brand new life!” A brand new start? I laughed bitterly, turning toward the stairwell. ***** The host’s voice was loud and enthusiastic. “Now, let’s welcome the successfully transformed young lady—Helena!” Applause erupted, but the stage remained empty. Lucas’s face tightened as he began sending people to find me. Just then, his phone buzzed. He answered, and Noah’s panicked voice screamed through the phone: “Lucas! Helena jumped from the roof of the TV station!”

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For twenty years, I devoted myself completely to raising three abandoned children I found, sacrificing everything to give them a good life. I never married, never pursued my own dreams, just worked tirelessly to help them thrive. But when a twist of fate left me pregnant at forty, those children I loved as my own became strangers, tearing me apart with their words. It all started with my eldest daughter, Tina White, who had just earned her degree from a prestigious university overseas and was about to begin an enviable job at a hospital in the big city. On a stormy night, she locked me out of her clean, tidy apartment, leaving me soaked in the rain. “Get rid of that baby or don’t step foot in my home again!” she said coldly, her voice as icy as the pouring rain. “You’re not my real mother anyway, I don’t owe you anything.” Then there was my second son, Jason White, who had just gotten engaged to a wealthy businessman’s daughter and was planning the perfect wedding. He showed up at my door, not with love, but with a bottle of pills he tried to force me to swallow. “I’m starting a new life,” he roared, with anger that even he seemed ashamed of. “Why are you having a baby at your age? You’re embarrassing me!” And my youngest daughter, Judy White, who had recently found her birth mother and couldn’t wait to leave the country with her, didn’t hold back either. She sneered, her words sharp as knives. “You just had to interfere, didn’t you? Dragging me into your home, ruining my chance at a perfect love story. Now you’re pregnant with God knows whose child? This is what you get for meddling.” Twenty years of love, sweat, and tears, only to be rewarded with three ungrateful children who would rather spit in my face than call me mom. Well, if that’s how they feel, I’m done with them. I don’t need these heartless bastards in my life anymore. ***** “You old witch, getting knocked up at your age with some bastard child—have you no shame at all?” The moment Tina heard about my pregnancy, her voice filled with rage and her face contorted. She jumped to her feet and berated me as if I were nothing. Her anger hit me like a slap across the face, my heart tightening in my chest. I was shocked, but part of me understood. What 26-year-old wants to hear their mother is having another child? A sudden brother or sister? It’s certainly hard to accept. Fighting through her harsh words, I forced a smile and pleaded softly, “Tina, you’ve always been my rock, my capable daughter. Can you help me this time?” She let out a cold laugh, her words growing sharper: “Help you? You’re over forty, parading around with a belly for the whole world to see. You might not be embarrassed, but I’m mortified!” Her eyes flashed, “This isn’t up for discussion. You need to terminate the pregnancy.” I clenched my fists as a cold fear spread through me. For twenty years, I had given up love, comfort, even my health to raise Tina and her siblings, pouring everything I had into them. When I discovered I was pregnant, my first thought was to end it—I didn’t want the children to feel my love would be divided. But the doctor warned that medication abortion carried risks and recommended surgery. Knowing Tina was about to start working in obstetrics at a top hospital, I thought she would be the one to help me through this difficult time. Instead, she was ashamed of me. I pressed my lips together, my face hardening for the first time in front of her. “I’m not getting rid of it,” I said firmly. “I’m keeping this baby.” Tina’s face darkened, and before I could react, her hand struck my face hard. “You shameless woman!” she spat. My cheek burned with pain, but the shock of her hitting me broke my heart even more. The next second, she shoved me out the door. “You can die on the street for all I care, but that child cannot stay!” Outside, thunder and lightning crashed through the downpour. I stepped in a puddle and nearly fell. Instinctively, I twisted to protect my belly, landing hard on my back instead. A sharp pain shot through my tailbone, making me cry out in agony. Before I could catch my breath, Tina rushed over, her face contorted with rage. She kicked my stomach viciously. “You stupid old fool, still protecting that bastard child?” she roared. My stomach throbbed with pain, my breath caught in my chest. This was Tina, my first adopted child, the girl I had raised as my own. For her future, I had saved every penny, sold everything I owned, even mortgaged my only house to gather a million dollars to send her to university in Europe. When she needed money abroad, I worked myself to the bone, cutting every expense to ensure she never went without. And now, when I needed her most, she treated me like I had some contagious disease. The cold rain pelted my skin, but my heart felt colder. I swallowed the bitterness in my throat and struggled to my feet, my voice steady despite the pain. “Tina, I just wanted to ask for your help. If you don’t want to, that’s fine.” I turned to leave, but she grabbed my arm, her voice shrill. “You think you can just walk away? You really want to keep that child?” I met her gaze, seeing nothing but disgust and resentment in her eyes. My heart felt like it was breaking—twenty Christmases of motherly devotion, and this was what it came to. I had loved her like my own daughter, but I had been wrong about her. I didn’t answer, which only fueled her anger. “What, silence solves everything now?” she shouted. A passerby’s voice carried over, and embarrassment flashed across her face. She yanked me back inside, shoving me toward the corner of the table, ramming my stomach against it again and again. When she was little and bumped into that table, I had padded every sharp corner with foam to protect her. Now, she didn’t care at all, mercilessly using that same table against me. A tearing pain shot through my abdomen, and my face turned pale. I grabbed her hands, my voice trembling as I begged, “Tina, please, let me go. I’m your mother.” She wouldn’t listen. Her face was twisted like a wild animal’s, as if she wouldn’t stop until she broke me. Suddenly, the front door was pushed open. Jason and Judy’s voices rang out in unison. “Tina, what the hell are you doing?”

Tina grabbed my hair and refused to let go, each tug sending searing pain across my scalp. I reached out toward Jason and Judy, who stood frozen, seemingly unable to process the scene before them. “Judy, Jason, help me…” I gasped, my face pale. Jason suddenly snapped back to reality and rushed forward, shoving Tina away. “What the fuck are you doing to Mom?” he roared. “Do you have any conscience left?” I collapsed against him, his arms catching me. In that moment, I briefly felt a glimmer of family warmth. Judy frowned, hurled a few sharp words at Tina, then took off her jacket and draped it over my shoulders, her hand brushing against my cold palm. Tina’s lips twisted into a cold smile. “This old witch is pregnant and says she wants to keep it. If you two think that’s fine, take her to your place!” She folded her arms. “She’s not staying here. Do whatever you want—she’s not my real mom, and I don’t owe her a damn thing.” Her previous attack had already broken my heart, but hearing her coldly say she had no obligation to me sent a fresh wave of pain through my chest. I looked at her, my eyes filled with disappointment. Tina met my gaze, her eyes hard. “What? Am I wrong?” I lowered my eyes, feeling Jason’s body tense against mine. He exchanged a glance with Judy, then turned to me, his voice uncertain. “Mom, is what Tina saying true?” A flicker of doubt, perhaps judgment, passed through their eyes—my heart sank. Despite everything, I still clung to a shred of hope, forcing a weak smile. “It’s true,” I said. “I’m keeping this baby.” Jason’s face darkened, his expression turning to disgust, as if I were something filthy he’d scraped off his shoe. Judy yanked the jacket off my shoulders, threw it to the ground, and ground it with her heel. She even pulled out a bottle of hand sanitizer from her purse and sprayed it toward me, as if my pregnancy were some kind of plague. Jason’s voice was ice-cold. “Mom, this is ridiculous. You know I’m getting married soon. You’re pregnant now? It’s like you’re deliberately trying to embarrass me.” He shook his head. “Tina’s right, this baby can’t stay.” Judy chimed in, her tone full of contempt. “Exactly. What’s the point of having a baby now? You think we’ll help you raise it? Tina’s starting her career, Jason’s having a wedding, and I’m going to Europe with my birth mother. You’re just causing problems for us.” I gripped the table to steady myself, staring at all three of them—my children, now standing against me. Tina, I had already lost. But Jason and Judy? I raised them from nothing, through countless hardships. Jason was sickly as a child, and I cared for him like he was my own flesh and blood. At school, his wealthy classmates had everything, and when he wanted thousand-dollar sneakers, I didn’t hesitate. I delivered food until I could barely stand, slept only three hours a night, all so he wouldn’t feel inferior. When he couldn’t get into a tutoring program, I knelt outside the teacher’s door for five hours, begging them to accept him. In college, when he didn’t want his classmates to know about me, I quietly walked away without a word. Now he’s engaged to a rich girl, and I’ve become his burden. And Judy—I never shortchanged her. She got just as much as Tina and Jason. True, I was strict with her when she dated in high school, but when she found her birth mother and abandoned me, I let her go without saying a word. My expression hardened, all tenderness toward them gone. “This baby is mine, and you have no right to dictate my decisions. If anything happens to it, you’ll all pay a price you can’t imagine.” With that, I pushed past them and headed for the door. Judy screamed and rushed over, slamming it shut. “No way! This baby has to be dealt with today—you’re not ruining our lives!” I almost laughed. When I was a young single woman, I adopted these three children without ever thinking they’d ruin my life. But now, they stood there, convinced my pregnancy would destroy their futures. My mistake was letting these ungrateful brats into my heart. I’d had enough. I needed to leave. Before I could move, Jason’s arm swung toward me, a blunt force crashing against my head. Everything went black. When I woke up, I was tied to a chair, the ropes burning against my wrists.

The rope dug deep into my skin, binding me to the chair. My three beloved children sat across from me, staring as if I were their worst enemy. My head felt like it was about to split open, weak and heavy, fear gripping my heart. “What are you doing?” I asked softly. Tina lounged lazily on the sofa, legs crossed, her eyes cold as ice. “What do you think? We’re forcing you to get rid of that child.” She casually tossed a handful of pills onto the table, making my heart skip a beat. Jason stood up, grabbed a few pills and walked toward me. “Mom, don’t act like we’re the bad guys,” his voice was hard, “you’re the one who didn’t think about us. Getting pregnant at your age? Aren’t you ashamed? We’re completely humiliated.” He leaned in close, offering the pills. “Be good now, swallow these. It’s better for everyone.” His figure loomed over me, his eyes flashing with a cruelty I barely recognized. These past years, in his pursuit of marrying into wealth, he’d learned plenty of dirty tactics. Now, those tactics were all directed at me—the woman who raised him from nothing. My heart froze solid. “I won’t take them!” I clenched my lips, shouting, “Don’t you dare touch this baby. It’s the Howard Group CEO’s child!” Tina frowned, her patience exhausted. “Your stubbornness won’t help!” she yelled, “Pry her mouth open and force them in! I’d rather she choke to death than give birth to that bastard!” Jason took a deep breath, his hand clamping down on my jaw, trying to force the pills into my mouth. “You’re lying!” he roared, “Mr. Howard? A powerful man like him interested in a cleaner like you?” I shook my head desperately, my brain rattling inside my skull, using all my strength to keep the pills out. He lost patience and called Judy over to hold me down. Together they restrained me while Jason tried to push the pills into my mouth. I refused to let them succeed. I bit down hard on Jason’s hand. “Ah!” he cried out in pain, his face contorting. He slapped me across the face, making my cheek burn with pain. “You old witch, you dare bite me?” My face stung like fire as he called Tina over to help hold me down. I was just a rag doll now, firmly restrained by the three children I had raised. Jason’s face twisted with rage as he finally forced the pills down my throat, immediately following with a pot of scalding hot water. The hot water burned my throat painfully, leaving me gasping for air. “You all…,” I choked, my mouth blistering from the hot water, my voice hoarse and unrecognizable. The three of them stepped back, smug smiles spreading across their faces. They even hugged each other, celebrating as if they’d won some victory. Once, scenes like this had warmed my heart. When Tina got accepted to that prestigious overseas school, we hugged and cried in our 200-square-foot rental. When Jason recovered from his illness and got into college, we danced and laughed outside his high school. When Judy landed a job at a big company, we wept with joy at a roadside restaurant. Now, their celebration was about destroying me, burying me alive. I closed my eyes tight, hot tears sliding down my cheeks. I tried desperately to vomit, wanting to expel the pills. I couldn’t let them kill my unborn child—my own flesh and blood. Tina noticed my struggle and her expression darkened. She broke free from their embrace and rushed toward me. “You stubborn old fool, still fighting back?” She roared, raising her hand to strike. The door was suddenly smashed open with a tremendous crash. “What the fuck are you doing?” a voice thundered like lightning.

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