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“Aargh… Yes Baby…” The head of my alpha mate’s manhood popped from the rogue’s mouth. I covered my mouth, tears brimming in my eyes. The one I’d loved for 10 years was now cheating on me… So I rejected him and mated to the Lycan King, instantly becoming the powerful Luna Queen. *** My wolf recognized Alpha Darren as mate many years ago, and today was supposed to be our marking ceremony—the day I would officially become the Luna of the Duskwood Pack. With a nervous yet graceful smile, I carefully lifted the hem of my dress and stepped onto the stage. Looking around, I felt the gaze of the entire pack settle on me. I took a deep breath to calm myself and took a glance at my watch—Darren should’ve been here before. Whispers began to ripple through the pack below. I anxiously scanned the hall, only to realize that Beta Landon, who was always by Darren’s side, was also nowhere to be seen. Just then, the elder walked in and announced in a booming voice, “Alpha Darren has gone to the border on important business. Today’s marking ceremony is canceled.” Border? Was it the enemy coming to invade? I hurried over to the elder, desperate to confirm their safety, “Elder, what happened? Do they need me there?” The elder glanced at me and said, “they’re just going to pick someone up. There’s no need to be so anxious.” With that, he left, leaving me alone to face the entire pack. My heart sank, and a chill crawled up my spine. The “someone” who could make Darren and Landon so eager to pick up, even abandoning me all alone, could only be her. Xandra Young—the rogue they took in three years ago. When they brought her back, Darren had just become the Alpha of the Duskwood Pack with the secret support of my family, and as his mate, I was supposed to soon become the rightful Luna of the pack. But Xandra’s arrival ruined everything. Xandra never hid her desire for Darren and was almost always by his side. Even Landon seemed enchanted by her, constantly fawning over her. Meanwhile, I, who had grown up with them, was slowly pushed aside. I kept giving in, but all I got in return was her pressing harder—because what she wanted was never just Darren. She wanted to take MY place. On the day Darren went into mate heat, she set it all up—had Landon hold me back while she deliberately got my scent on herself to lure Darren into losing control. By the time I realized something was wrong and broke free from Landon, they were already tangled together, both naked, about to complete the final bond. That was the first time I let my wolf take over—raw, furious, and out of control, nothing like the docile Hannah they were used to. In an instant, I shifted into a massive white wolf and pounced on Xandra, pinning her down with my fangs against her throat. But the next second, Darren and Landon’s wolves came out, growling and forcefully throwing me off. When I regained my senses and looked up, all I saw was them surrounding Xandra with concern, not even sparing me a glance. After that day, Xandra “left the pack.” No one knew where she had gone, but they said she had “left to recover from her injuries.” But I hadn’t even touched a hair on her. They all believed that I had driven Xandra away, and after that day, for three years, Darren didn’t touch me. Landon became distant towards me as well. When three days ago Darren suddenly arranged this marking ceremony for me, I almost thought he changed his mind. I spent those three days preparing for it, carefully selecting every piece of jewelry, every vow, even wore the perfume he once said he liked. But today, Xandra returned, and without hesitation, Darren and Landon abandoned me once more. Malicious whispers from the crowd instantly rushed toward me like a wave. “Hannah’s just an orphan. Does she really think growing up with the Alpha means she can be the Luna?” “It’s all just her wishful thinking. Alpha Darren never loved her.” The silver moon gown I had carefully chosen made my skin look as pale as snow. Moonstone earrings—my mother’s gift—hung delicately by my ears, radiating the ancient grace of royal blood. And yet, I stood there like a discarded clown. Everyone in the pack knew what the Alpha’s absence from the marking ceremony meant—he was rejecting me as his Luna. Unable to face the mix of pity and ridicule in their eyes any longer, I turned and ran away in disgrace. I finally stumbled into an empty clearing, away from the pack. I could no longer pretend to be composed—tears streamed down my face, ruining the carefully applied makeup I had spent hours perfecting. I ripped off one of the moonstone earrings my mother had given me. A teardrop landed on the cold gem, and it shimmered faintly with moonlight, as if trying to comfort me. I whispered, “Mom… I regret it. I want to go home. I will marry the Lycan King of the Nightshade Kingdom.”

Three years ago, Mrs. Greene—the Luna Queen of the Moonflame Kingdom, and my biological mother—found me. She told me I was not just an ordinary she-wolf, but the long-lost princess of the Moonflame Kingdom, blessed with the pure blood of the Moon Goddess. “Will you come back with us, to the kingdom that is rightfully yours?” I was staying silent for a long time. That time, I had just turned eighteen. I had grown up in the Duskwood Pack, never knowing the so-called glory of kingdom. And what kingdom brought wasn’t just power and responsibility—it also meant an arranged marriage. When a daughter is born in the Moonflame Kingdom, she must marry into the Nightshade Kingdom to fulfill the ancient alliance. Nightshade—one of the most powerful kingdom in our world. Becoming their Luna Queen would mean having a status second only to the Lycan King himself. But back then, I rejected it without hesitation. I didn’t want to be a pawn traded for power. I didn’t want to be confined by fate. And most of all, I didn’t want to be apart from the two who meant everything to me—Darren and Landon. Mrs. Greene didn’t force me. Sadness flickered in her eyes, but she smiled gently and said, “we respect your decision, my princess.” Before she left, she added softly, “whenever you want to return home, the gates of Moonflame will always be open to you.” I thought I would never change my mind. Until today— I finally realized how foolish my choice was: The “love” I had fought so hard to protect… had never truly belonged to me. Darren didn’t choose me. Landon betrayed me. And somewhere along the way, I had forgotten who I really was. I’m not some pathetic orphan to be trampled on. I am the daughter of the Moonflame Kingdom. I’m the true princess, blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. I lowered my gaze to the moonstone earring resting in my palm, my fingers trembling as they curled around it, feeling something long-dormant within me begin to stir. Mrs. Greene had given it to me three years ago—an earring crafted from a rare communication stone. As long as I held it, it would form a direct link to the Lycan King of the Moonflame family. I drew in a shaky breath. “I accept the marriage alliance.” “I’m ready to return to the Moonflame Kingdom.” The stone shimmered with a soft lunar glow and let out a crisp chime. Silence followed for a few seconds. Then, a familiar voice—deeper and rougher than I remembered—echoed through. “Hannah… is that you?” It was my brother—Aaron Greene. Three years ago, he had still been a prince. Now, he had ascended the throne and become the new Lycan King of Moonflame Kingdom. “I heard what happened,” he said. His voice turned cold, sharp like a blade, each word laced with fury. “They dared to humiliate you at the marking ceremony?” His anger was almost tangible. “I’ll destroy that damned Duskwood Pack.” His protectiveness shattered the composure I had tried so hard to maintain. Tears welled up again, and I hurried to whisper, “they’re not worth your time, brother. I just need to pack my things tonight.” He went silent for a moment, as if he was struggling to contain his rage. Then, finally, his voice returned from the other side—low and steady. “Fine, I’ll bring you back tomorrow. The Moonflame family will always welcome you home, little princess.” Night fell, and I wandered back alone. With each step I took toward the Alpha House, my thoughts churned. What would I find when I walked through that door? How could I face Darren and Landon after everything? The path seemed longer tonight, the shadows around me darker. But I had no choice. I had made my decision. The house was dimly lit, the familiar shadows of the Alpha House casting eerie shapes along the walls. And then, a faint scent—struck my senses, and my wolf let out a warning growl. It wasn’t mine. Another she-wolf was here.

I strode into the living room, but froze instantly. It was Xandra. She was weakly leaning against Darren, her face pale, yet a faint, almost imperceptible smirk lingered on her lips. Darren, on the other hand, was gazing down at her with a tenderness I had never seen before, his fingers gently combing through her disheveled hair. He looked up and saw me, his gaze instantly turning cold. “You’re finally back.” His tone was like scolding a subordinate. “Because you drove Xandra out of the pack three years ago, she’s been left with chronic illness. As the future Luna, aren’t you supposed to show some basic care?” “Future Luna?” I scoffed, my nails digging deep into my palm. “When you abandoned me in front of the whole pack to take care of this sickly thing, I thought the title had already been given away.” Just then, hurried footsteps echoed down the hallway. Landon, carrying a vial of potion, rushed in and froze when he saw me. His gaze darted rapidly between me and Xandra, before finally settling on Darren. “The potion is ready,” he said, his voice tight. “The doctor said this will help.” Xandra suddenly broke into a violent cough, her delicate fingers clutching Darren’s shirt. Landon immediately stepped forward, expertly supporting her neck and bringing the vial of potion to her lips. Their careful movements were as if they were cradling something fragile and priceless. “Her ‘illness’ is so well-timed,” I said sarcastically. “Of course, it flares up on the very day of our marking ceremony.” “Enough!” Darren roared, cutting me off. “A marking ceremony being delayed for a few days is no big deal. Why are you still being so relentless? How could you be so heartless? Don’t you care about Xandra’s condition at all?” Before I could defend myself, he immediately issued an order, “she needs to rest now. From now on, you’ll sleep in the study.” “This is our room!” I heard my voice tremble. “You want me to give it up for such a…?” “Watch your words.” Darren suddenly unleashed his Alpha aura, and the air became thick with pressure. “It’s just a room. If you can’t even manage that…” He paused, and in that moment, Landon restrained my wrist. He had always stood by my side, but now looked at me with almost disgust in his eyes, “stop causing a scene, Hannah! Xandra isn’t well.” I felt dizzy. Three years ago, they had done the same thing, stepping in front of Xandra just as I was about to tear her throat out. “…Then I’ll have to reject you,” Darren finally said. Reject. That word felt like a blunt knife stabbing deep into my heart. Didn’t he know what kind of pain an Alpha’s rejection would cause to his mate? Of course he knew. He just didn’t care at all. We hadn’t even completed the marking ceremony yet, and just a threat from Darren had already caused excruciating pain. My wolf whimpered inside me, unable to understand why our mate would now abandon us. He seemed to sense it too. He raised his head and looked at me, but his expression remained cold. “You better not test my limits, Hannah. You’re just an orphan. If it weren’t for that stupid wolf of yours binding me to you, I wouldn’t want you as my mate at all.” My wolf howled inside me. How laughable. The two who had sworn to protect me forever—one was now threatening to sever our bond in the cruelest way possible, and the other didn’t even want to look at my eyes. In the years my biological parents couldn’t find me, I had stayed by Darren’s side. When I was fourteen, I protected him from other wolves’ attacks, and he cried, promising never to leave me. During his first heat at eighteen, he swore he would love only me for the rest of his life. I had stood by him as he grew from a little wolf into an Alpha, but I never imagined that those sweet words would now be twisted into blades aimed at me. “Fine.” I suddenly laughed, slowly backing away. “Then I wish your ‘patient’ a speedy recovery.” My abrupt change in attitude made Darren’s expression shift. He stood up from Xandra’s side, “I’ll bring you a blanket to the study. If you need anything else, just let me know.” I let out a cold laugh and silently thought to myself, I don’t need anything from you. Neither you nor your cheap sympathy. Without a word, I turned and walked into the study, unwilling to waste any more words with him. “I’m talking to you.” Darren furrowed his brow and followed me into the room. “Are you still sulking because of Xandra?” “No,” I quickly answered, not looking at him. “Can you stop making a scene?” Darren shoved me against the wall, growling, forcing me to look at him. “Ah!” Suddenly, Xandra’s gasp echoed from the living room. Darren froze for a moment, then immediately let me go and rushed out like a summoned dog. I let out a bitter laugh and collapsed onto the cold, hard sofa. All these years of silent devotion, and yet they meant less than a single whimper from that bitch. There was no need for me to stay here any longer. *** Just before dawn, I had already packed up all my belongings. To call it luggage would be generous—it was merely a few changes of clothes, the moonstone earrings my mother had given me, and the silver moon dress I hadn’t changed out of last night. I looked at myself in the mirror one last time. My eyes were still swollen, but there were no more tears. I splashed cold water on my face and forced a smile. As I opened the study door, the entire house was silent. Darren and Landon were probably still asleep, and Xandra—no doubt comfortably curled up in my bed, under my blanket, dreaming sweet dreams of replacing me. I moved quietly down the stairs, careful not to wake anyone. Not because I was afraid to face them, but because I refused to waste another drop of emotion on any of the three. But just as I reached the middle of the staircase, a sickly sweet voice called out behind me, “Leaving so early, Sis Hannah?” I spun around sharply. Xandra stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at me. She wore a sheer nightgown, her golden hair loose, her cheeks glowing—there was no trace of last night’s supposed sickness. “What’s wrong? Not pretending to be sick anymore?” I sneered. “Or does your ‘illness’ only flare up in front of Darren and Landon?” Xandra descended the stairs slowly, the corners of her lips curved into a victorious smile. “I just came to check on the abandoned future Luna.” She emphasized “future Luna” with a smug glint in her eyes, and it took everything in me to stop my wolf from clawing them out. I drew a deep breath to suppressed the urge, “that Luna title? I don’t care for it anymore.” “Really?” She stopped one step above me. “Then why do you reek of jealousy? I could smell it from all the way up there.” Her fingers lightly touched my wrist, but her grip was vice-like. “Just admit it, Hannah. You’re jealous. Jealous that Darren chose me over you—his childhood sweetheart.” I yanked my hand free. “Don’t touch me!” In that instant, a cunning glint flashed in Xandra’s eyes. She suddenly grabbed my arm and yanked me toward the edge of the staircase! My footing slipped. I lost balance and tumbled down the stairs, taking her with me. The floor below was cold and unforgiving. A sharp pain shot through my left arm, radiating throughout my body. Ouch! A muffled cry escaped my lips as I struggled to sit up. My right arm hung at an odd angle—clearly broken. Xandra lay not far from me, hair a little tousled, nightgown slightly askew, but her expression was calm, not even breathing hard. “What happened?!” Darren’s voice boomed from upstairs, followed by the sound of hurried footsteps. Xandra immediately began moaning in pain, while I bit down hard on my lower lip, refusing to make a sound. Darren and Landon appeared at the top of the stairs, their expressions changing the moment they saw us. “Xandra!” Darren rushed down and scooped her into his arms. “Are you alright?” Xandra nestled weakly against his chest, eyes brimming with tears. “I—I just wanted to make sure if Sis Hannah is okay… I didn’t think she hated me this much…” “That’s not what happened!” I tried to get up, but the pain in my arm left me helpless. “She fell on her own!” “Enough!” Darren roared, eyes blazing. “Xandra is still recovering, how dare you push her down the stairs?!” “I didn’t—” Smack! A sharp slap cut off my words. My head snapped to the side, pain blooming across my cheek like fire. The blow was so hard I tasted blood. I slowly turned back to face him, disbelief in my eyes. He… slapped me? For a bitch who was obviously acting, he actually slap me? Darren looked briefly shocked by his own action. He glanced at his hand, then at my swelling face, his brows furrowing. “Darren…” Landon spoke up from behind him, face full of conflicting emotions. “I’m fine…” Xandra coughed delicately, immediately drawing their attention back to her. “Don’t blame Sis Hannah, she must be sad for giving up her room for me yesterday…” Her timely interruption really did work. They rushed to comfort her, fussing over her as if she were made of glass. I sat just a few feet away—my arm broken, my cheek burning—not a single glance spared for me. It wasn’t until Xandra “weakly” announced she needed to rest that Landon finally noticed my injured arm. “Her arm…” his voice trembled. “Darren, her arm’s broken.” Darren’s face shifted. He finally looked down at me seriously, brows drawing tight. “Are you alright?” What a ridiculous question. My arm was obviously broken—and only now he noticed? I gritted my teeth and used my left hand to push myself up against the wall. Every movement sent fresh waves of pain through me, but it was nothing compared to what I felt inside. “Darren,” I stared into his eyes, my voice shaking from both pain and fury, “I reject you as my mate.” The words struck like thunder. Darren and Landon froze, and even Xandra, who was halfway pretending to go upstairs, stopped in her tracks. “What did you say?” Darren’s voice was low and dangerous. “You heard me,” I said, each word sharp and steady. “I, Hannah Greene, officially reject you, Darren Shaw, as my mate.”

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I’ve been married to my husband for five Christmases now. After being away on business for half a Christmas, my husband Frank Roberts brought his first love, Sarah Jensen, back home. Sarah was already more than three months pregnant. Frank said her life was difficult and wanted her to stay at our house temporarily. I refused. But Frank accused me of being unreasonable. He spoke to me with disgust in his voice, seemingly forgetting that this mansion belonged to me before our marriage. His family had been spending my money all along. This time, I decided to cancel all living allowances for them. I smiled as I called my assistant, saying, “Draft divorce papers immediately. He actually dared to bring his mistress home openly.” Knowing Frank was returning today, I had arranged all the gifts I’d bought for him from various places over the past half-Christmas early in the morning, and instructed our housekeeper Janet Hall to prepare a lavish meal. At that moment, the front door opened. Frank appeared before my eyes with his arm around his first love. I was utterly stunned. Sarah walked toward me with a smile, gently caressing her belly as she greeted me: “Zoey, long time no see.” Fury burned within me as I stared at her slightly swollen abdomen. Sarah seemed to notice my change in mood and quickly came to my side, taking my hand and saying, “Zoey, please don’t get upset. This is all my fault. Don’t blame Frank.” Sarah’s simple statement left me speechless. I hadn’t asked anything yet, but Sarah had already confessed everything. Frank stood nearby, intently watching my expression, poised to rush over and protect Sarah at any moment. I clenched my fists and glared at Frank, asking, “Aren’t you going to explain yourself?” He sighed, took Sarah’s hand, and said softly, “Let me show you to a room first. I’ll handle all this.” Frank’s gentle tone surprised me. In our five Christmases of marriage, Frank had never spoken to me with such tenderness. Under my watchful gaze, he carefully helped Sarah upstairs. The driver brought in three suitcases. Sarah was evidently planning to settle in permanently. Though she appeared even healthier than me, Frank was protecting her with extraordinary care. I sat on the sofa, waiting for Frank to give me an explanation. Just as I was about to rush upstairs after hearing the laughter from above, the doorbell rang. With a sudden interruption, Frank’s parents pushed the door open with displeasure, ignored me completely, and hurried upstairs. I followed them up. Frank held their hands and said sincerely, “I didn’t mean to hide this from you. Sarah’s progesterone levels were unstable in the early stages. I was afraid something might happen to her. “I hope you understand. Sarah and I love each other. The baby in her belly is your grandchild after all. Please don’t blame her.” I reflected on our five Christmases of marriage—whenever I disagreed with his mother Alyssa Davis, he would say she was getting old and ask me to be more understanding of her, never once taking my side. I always thought that was just his personality, until today when I saw him defending Sarah at every turn, I realized I had misunderstood all along. Sarah held Alyssa’s hand and added, “I didn’t intentionally try to ruin Frank’s marriage. We truly love each other. I hope you can understand.” Alyssa’s expression softened as she looked at me standing in the doorway. I knew she was hesitating. For five Christmases, I had given her a monthly allowance. She knew Sarah wasn’t nearly as wealthy as I was. I was deeply disappointed. Frank, as my husband, didn’t inform me about this beforehand, but instead humiliated me in front of everyone. His treatment of me deeply wounded my self-esteem. Seeing everyone’s silence, Sarah suddenly began to sob. She said, “The child in my womb is innocent, and I will give birth to him no matter what. “You can say whatever you want about me, but I hope my child won’t be harmed.” Sarah looked pitiful as tears streamed down her face. Frank tenderly wiped away her tears with his thumb, his face contorted with concern as he said with displeasure, “Mom, answer her quickly. Pregnant women need to maintain emotional stability.” Frank’s parents had been pressuring us to have children immediately after our wedding. Because I never got pregnant, they had been complaining behind my back. I knew all about it. Frank’s father, Brian Roberts, who had been silent until now, said, “After all, Sarah is carrying a descendant of the Roberts family. Let’s all be patient for these few months.” Hearing his words, everyone looked at me. They stood together in solidarity. I felt like I was the outsider. I let out a cold laugh and said, “Doesn’t anyone want to ask for my opinion?” Seeing my displeasure, Frank angrily positioned himself in front of Sarah’s face and confronted me: “Zoey, what do you mean? “I’ve already told you everything to your face, what else do you want to know?” I couldn’t help but scoff. My husband had been away on business for half a Christmas, and upon his return, he brought me such a “wonderful surprise”—instead of explaining, he was blaming me. Seeing my silence, Sarah began to cry again, clutching Frank’s hand and sobbing, “Frank, Zoey is angry. I should leave.” Alyssa immediately responded with displeasure: “You’re carrying our grandchild. You can’t leave.” Frank glared at me and said, “You’ve scared Sarah. Apologize. “After all, Sarah is carrying my child. If you have any objections, you can only express them to me in private. I will not allow you to hurt her.” Sarah urgently held Frank’s hand and said, “No, Frank. I don’t want you to be upset either. It would break my heart.” Sarah’s brief statement touched Frank deeply. Brian and Alyssa nodded with approval, clearly satisfied with Sarah. I couldn’t take it anymore and turned to leave.

I locked myself in the master bedroom for the entire morning without coming out. The laughter from the living room was particularly grating. In the afternoon, Janet came in to tell me that Sarah had wanted to stay in my master bedroom, but Alyssa had stopped her. “She said that since you’re from the Moore family, they still need your help and can’t completely anger you. She also said…” Janet, who had grown up with me, knew my temperament, so she paused here to observe my expression. Seeing that I didn’t interrupt her, she continued, “She also said that you would pay for all her expenses after she gets pregnant. Since you can’t have children anyway, you might as well get involved and experience it.” I asked with displeasure, “Did they say anything else?” Janet added, “They said that since you don’t have children, all your assets will belong to this child in the future…” I couldn’t help but laugh. This family was truly devious. Although I was furious, I didn’t show it. I knew I needed to be patient. Janet asked me what to do next, and I smiled, telling her to carry on as usual. She brought me lunch. After eating, I sat by the bedroom window looking down. At that moment, Frank was taking Sarah out. Five years ago, around Christmas, I pleaded tearfully in front of my parents, Xavier Moore and Anne Mitchell, insisting on marrying Frank. By then, they already had someone in mind for me—the only son of the Brown family. The Brown family held a high position in Houston. Owen Brown and I had been neighbors since childhood. Xavier and Anne always liked him and often invited him to our house for dinner. But I had never been interested in Owen. After meeting Frank, I only loved him and refused to marry Owen. I always told my parents that I should decide my own marriage, saying that Owen surely didn’t like me either. But Xavier and Anne told me that if Owen wasn’t interested in me, he wouldn’t have gone out to dinner with me so many times. In truth, I didn’t care whether Owen was interested in me or not. The day I met Frank was at the club recruitment fair on the first day of college. We reached for the same registration form almost simultaneously. He apologized very politely and graciously gave me the form. That day, he wore a gray tracksuit, was very tall, and looked incredibly handsome when he smiled. Frank had beautiful hands. I liked them very much. That unexpected encounter made me memorize his phone number. After we parted, I added his contact information. I sent him a message. He replied without hesitation: “Miss Moore, I’ve heard so much about you.” From that day on, I unconsciously hoped to run into Frank on the street, and even tried desperately to join his club just to have more contact with him. I began to follow him. After we married, Frank proactively offered to help me manage the company, allowing me to live freely. I didn’t refuse him, believing that couples should strive together. Frank’s family background was quite ordinary. I thought that since he wanted to make a name for himself in business, I should help him. My parents and friends all advised me to be cautious. After all, before our marriage, Xavier and Anne had told me that Frank wasn’t marrying me purely out of love; he was interested in my family’s wealth. I said I didn’t care about those things, as long as he truly loved me. After we got married, Frank’s parents began living the good life. They quit their factory jobs and lived very comfortably on the monthly allowance Frank gave them. They also spread the word everywhere that Frank was now a CEO, causing many relatives of the Roberts family to come to Frank for help. Those relatives even asked Frank to arrange their children’s marriages, demanding that he help them choose prominent figures in Houston as spouses for their children. Regarding this situation, I wasn’t anxious. I thought my family had money, so helping them wouldn’t be a problem. Frank didn’t know that on the eve of our engagement, Owen had come to see me privately and given me a share transfer agreement. He wanted me to sign it. He said if one day my marriage wasn’t happy, he hoped I would have enough leverage to leave Frank. He also earnestly told me, “Besides having the support of the Moore family, you also have me. If he ever hurts you, I won’t let him get away with it!” I always believed in my judgment and trusted that Frank wouldn’t betray me. Looking back now, all the advice given to me was reasonable, but I had lost my rationality at the time. After our marriage, even though I complied with Frank in everything, he still had various complaints about me, criticizing me for not knowing how to do housework, having a bad temper, and not being as virtuous as the wives of his other friends. I loved him so much then that I would even change my habits for him. He wanted to see me whenever he came home, so I tried my best to wait for him at home and studied recipes to cook delicious meals for him. My friend Karen Clark said I had completely changed after marriage, saying she couldn’t believe that someone who loved shopping the most would be willing to change for a man. Frank’s parents were very satisfied with me. During our family gatherings, his relatives would praise me for being kind. Perhaps the only one in the family who was dissatisfied with me was Frank. I always thought I wasn’t doing well enough, but now I realize he was merely exploiting me for his own gain, without a shred of genuine love.

No one asked for my opinion before settling Sarah in my home. That evening, Sarah came to call me for dinner. After I refused her three times, she began crying outside my door. Her sobs grew louder, attracting Frank’s attention. She said, “Zoey seems to have a big problem with me. I invited her to dinner, but she yelled at me.” I opened the door irritably and stared at Sarah’s pitiful expression. Frank comforted her tenderly, “Don’t cry. I’ll handle this.” Sarah promptly pulled a hairpin from her pocket and offered it to me. “Zoey, I made this myself. Please accept it. Can we get along from now on?” I immediately cut her off, “Not possible. Stop putting on this act.” Sarah sadly buried her face in Frank’s chest. Frank was so angry he slapped me across the face. He said, “Zoey, I’ve already warned you. Sarah is pregnant and needs emotional stability. You heartless woman, are you trying to upset her to death?” Frank looked at me with such fury, as if I were some unforgivable criminal. His behavior destroyed any remaining affection I had for him. I rushed forward and slapped Frank twice with all my strength. Frank’s cheeks instantly swelled red. He said in disbelief, “Zoey, have you lost your mind? How dare you hit me!” Looking at my own swollen right hand, I laughed coldly, “You hit me first, so why are you angry now? I’m the heir to the Moore family fortune. Don’t think you can bully me.” Alyssa heard the commotion and hurried over to mediate, “Zoey, Frank was just momentarily upset. Please don’t be angry.” Seeing that I remained expressionless and silent, she quickly tugged at Frank’s sleeve and winked at him. This was the only time Frank ever hit me. I could tell he was somewhat nervous about it. But perhaps because Sarah was present, or perhaps due to male pride, Frank refused to apologize to me. “Frank!” Alyssa shouted. She knew that if we continued this standoff, Frank would be the one to lose. He said, “I admit I lost my temper just now, but if you had simply come down with Sarah for dinner, none of this would have happened.” His words weren’t an apology at all—he was blaming me. I was heartbroken and didn’t go down for dinner that night. I avoided them for the rest of the evening. Janet brought dinner up to my room. The next day, I slept until noon. When I saw them preparing for lunch, I walked out without looking back. My assistant informed me that everyone was gossiping about us since Frank had returned with a pregnant woman after a half-month business trip. Just half an hour after I left, I received a message from Frank. He asked me to bring back two boxes of strawberries for Sarah when I returned, and preferably some jewelry as an apology for upsetting her yesterday. I found his request ridiculous. I replied: [Buy them yourself.] Shortly after, Janet informed me that Sarah had eaten all the fruit Anne had just sent me, claiming it was good for her unborn child. I asked, “What did they say about it?” Janet angrily told me, “Frank and the others were delighted, saying she could have whatever she wanted.” Anne arranged for these fruit deliveries every three months specifically for me to ensure I got enough vitamins. But they had taken advantage of Anne’s kindness. Even the usually rational Alyssa tacitly approved of Sarah’s behavior. I refused to tolerate them any longer. Since they treated me this way, I had to strike back. I went directly to the company and called a meeting with the executives. After getting updated on recent developments, I reorganized the work assignments and notified all employees. I announced, “Effective immediately, I am returning to Moore Group. From today onward, Frank is forbidden from setting foot in Moore Group!”

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My cousin Amanda Morris seduced my fiancé Kevin Woodson for money. I, Katrina Jennings, upon learning this news, gave her five million dollars and wished her and Kevin a long-lasting relationship. Amanda thought I had lost my mind, but only I knew that once I got rid of Kevin, I could have the entire family fortune to myself. I took in Amanda after her family went bankrupt, never expecting she would seduce my fiancé. Amanda’s family was once wealthy; she spent money like water, loved shopping and frequenting bars. She could have continued living that way, but her family’s bankruptcy left her drowning in debt overnight. My mother, Helena Morris, took pity on her niece, helped pay off her family’s debts, and invited her to live with us. During this time, Amanda seduced Kevin. I’m not a fool—even though they tried to hide their affair, my feminine intuition told me something was wrong. I started paying attention to their interactions and soon discovered the truth. They often got intimate when I wasn’t around. After finding out, I didn’t get angry but pretended not to know. I wanted to see how these two had gotten together in the first place. Amanda was raised in a wealthy family, while Kevin was just squandering my family’s money. I couldn’t understand how they ended up together. My parents were abroad while I stayed in the country. Amanda and I lived together in the mansion, along with Kevin, who had been my betrothed since childhood. Actually, my original fiancé wasn’t him but his brother, Daniel Woodson. However, according to Helena, Daniel left the Woodson family at a young age, so I had to get engaged to Kevin instead. The Woodson family had already fallen from grace when I was little, but my parents weren’t the type to break promises for profit. To honor the older generation’s commitment, they never dissolved the engagement between our families. After college graduation, Kevin came to Seattle where I lived, and moved in with me under the pretext of having nowhere to stay. It was then that I saw him for who he truly was. He was good-looking with decent manners, highly educated with an impressive resume. Anyone seeing him driving a BMW and living in a mansion would think he was successful. In reality, even his college tuition was funded by my family, the BMW was a gift from my father, and the mansion was mine. Yet he loved showing these off. I remember once when he introduced me to his college friends, I discovered he had been portraying himself as a rich heir. Considering our engagement, I spared his pride and didn’t expose him. But I never imagined he would use this fake rich persona, created with my family’s money, to make Amanda believe he was the one with real wealth. Helena and Teddy Morris weren’t close. Teddy had always thought highly of himself and didn’t know the extent of my parents’ overseas businesses, so Amanda was unaware too. From my observation, Amanda seduced Kevin because she mistakenly believed I was wealthy because of him. After discovering their affair, I initially planned to pretend ignorance until I gathered enough evidence to break off the engagement with Kevin. However, they were so careless in hiding their disgraceful behavior that I caught them in the act. When I opened the door, I never expected that in less than ten minutes after I’d left, Amanda and Kevin would already be having sex. When I discovered this scene, they seemed so engrossed that I felt awkward interrupting. Only after I coughed twice did they realize my presence. Amanda and Kevin frantically covered themselves with clothes. I smiled awkwardly, thinking it was pointless for them to hide after I’d already seen everything. Before I could speak, Amanda burst into tears while Kevin panicked. “Katrina, Kevin and I are truly in love. I’m sorry, I…” Amanda said.

I ignored her words and instead watched Kevin’s reaction. I noticed he was staring at me intently, seemingly afraid of me. I smiled slightly and interrupted Amanda mid-sentence. “That’s enough.” I walked over to the two of them. Initially, I had planned to collect evidence to show my parents, to give them an explanation, but now it seemed unnecessary. I took out my phone and snapped a photo of the two of them. They realized I was taking a picture and hurriedly moved apart, but it was too late. I had already gotten what I wanted. Satisfied, I looked at the photo on my phone and sent it directly to my family’s group chat. This would definitely end the engagement. I felt happy, and even looking at those two disgusting people on the bed didn’t make me as angry anymore. I took a bank card from my purse and tossed it onto the bed. “There’s five million dollars in this card…” Before I could finish, Amanda interrupted me, crying. “Katrina, I will never leave Kevin. We love each other, we…” Listening to her, I was shocked. I never thought there were people in this world who truly didn’t care about money. Kevin quickly cut her off. “Katrina, let me explain…” “No need. There’s five million dollars in the card. Consider it a wedding gift. Whatever happens to you two from now on has nothing to do with me,” I said. After I spoke, Amanda looked at me in disbelief. She probably thought I’d lost my mind. Kevin had put on such a good act that anyone would think I was the one who married up. But Kevin’s expression wasn’t good. He knew very well that he was the parasite, but with Amanda present, Kevin wouldn’t try to sweet-talk me now for the sake of his meal ticket. This suited me perfectly. Now I had a solid reason to break off our engagement. “Katrina… you don’t need to do this. Five million dollars must be a lot even for you. Since it’s what Kevin has given you before, you should keep it.” Amanda’s triumphant smirk made my blood boil, but to reassure her further, I pretended to be indifferent and said with a hint of sadness: “All these years, I’ve been wholeheartedly devoted to Kevin. Even though it ends like this, take the five million dollars as my blessing to you both.” I put on a deeply wronged expression. My apparent vulnerability must have given Amanda, who was usually dependent on others, a sense of satisfaction. She actually went up and hugged Kevin. Kevin was displeased, I could tell. He neither wanted to lose Amanda, this gentle, dependent woman, nor me, his actual meal ticket. But since he accepted Amanda’s embrace, I felt there was no point in staying any longer, so I turned to leave. Even as I left, Amanda remained smug. She surely thought she’d struck gold, not knowing that everything Kevin had came from my family. I had been dreading being tied to Kevin for life, but Amanda had unexpectedly solved my problem. After leaving the villa, I felt exceptionally happy. Meanwhile, my family’s group chat was already filled with shocked messages. To make the charade complete, I’d let Kevin and Amanda stay in the villa for a few days. After the engagement was officially broken off, I would take back everything that belonged to me.

My parents are abroad with a time difference, so they probably haven’t seen my message in the family group chat yet. When they find out, they’ll definitely be furious. They thought so highly of Kevin, never imagining he would turn out to be such a scumbag. Sure enough, as soon as my parents saw the message, they immediately called me on video. After I explained the situation to them, Helena looked very displeased. After all, she was the one who suggested Amanda and I live together, and she never expected Amanda would hook up with my fiancé. I comforted Helena, and she seemed to feel a little better. As for my father, he always knew I wanted to break off the engagement with Kevin. In the past, he would have scolded me for the sake of the so-called friendship between our elders, but now that I had evidence, he couldn’t say much. He just told me he would terminate the engagement as soon as possible. I thought everything would go according to plan, but I didn’t expect Amanda would catch on. On the fifth day after I discovered their affair, Amanda showed up at my door. By then, I had already broken off my engagement with Kevin, but I hadn’t gone to reclaim the villa yet, just to let Amanda, the sucker who picked up after me, feel secure. Who knew Kevin would be so stupid that she would figure it out? When Amanda confronted me, she looked like she wanted to kill me, with fire in her eyes. “Katrina, you’re disgusting. To get rid of this gold digger, you pushed him onto me,” Amanda was seething with hatred. It made sense—whenever Kevin showed off his wealth to her while I was present, I never exposed him. It wasn’t to mislead her, but because Kevin was my fiancé, and I didn’t want to emasculate him. Who would have thought that foolish Amanda would go after him? I smiled faintly. I had already achieved my goal and didn’t want to say much to the person in front of me. “Amanda, you slept with my fiancé, and somehow that’s my fault?” Whether my words stung her or not, her face instantly darkened, and her next words were even more venomous. “Katrina! You bitch, dumping this gold digger on me. No way! I want compensation!” Hearing the seemingly innocent Amanda speak so crudely, I frowned in displeasure, particularly disliking her demand for compensation. I took a sip of coffee and replied calmly, “Back then, I already gave you five million dollars. I have nothing more to give.” At the time, Amanda had looked down on the five million I gave her. She must have thought she had landed a wealthy man. How could she have known that her so-called wealthy man was spending my family’s money? Obviously, my words triggered Amanda. She exclaimed heatedly, “Katrina! I’m telling you, if you don’t compensate me, I’ll destroy your reputation completely, do you understand?” She practically shouted these words, while I remained calm, not understanding how someone who seduced another’s fiancé could be so self-righteous. But later I understood why she was so confident at that time. I put down my cup and looked coldly at the agitated Amanda in front of me. “Amanda, I’d like to see how you plan to ruin my reputation. Remember, you’re the one who hooked up with my fiancé, not the other way around.” This time my words cut deep. In a fit of rage, she flipped over my table, grabbed the Chanel bag I had bought her, and stormed out furiously. Before leaving, she didn’t forget to make one last threat: “Katrina, just you wait. I’ll make sure your reputation is utterly destroyed.”

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On my thirtieth birthday, my husband Alan Tales’s childhood sweetheart Gina Huston showed up at our door and fell to her knees in front of everyone, begging me to let them be together. Gina, with tears streaming down her face, said, “Please let us be together. I’m willing to be the mistress without any status.” Alan put his arm around her and angrily said, “Vivian, don’t be so difficult. Gina is pregnant with my child.” Everyone around was ready to watch me make a fool of myself, but they had no idea that I had orchestrated the whole thing. I pulled out the pregnant women I had hidden in the closet and said, “If she’s the mistress, then what are they?” Apart from two who were in the hospital giving birth, there were exactly five pregnant women hidden in the closet. At that moment, Gina’s face gradually contorted, while I was about to burst into laughter at the ridiculous scene. Alan now collects garbage at the dump. A month later, Alan’s father Peter Tales returned from vacation and, upon learning that Alan was collecting garbage, raised his hand to slap me. I caught his hand mid-air, a mocking smile playing at the corner of my lips. I said, “Alan cheated on me, and I’ve already divorced him. He chose to collect garbage himself, so why are you trying to hit me? I never forced him to do that.” When Alan and I divorced, he was deeply in debt, and his bar had gone bankrupt. Afterward, he worked as a salesman, waiter, and spaghetti restaurant employee, until he finally realized that garbage collection suited him better. Now he sleeps under a bridge at night, spending all his earnings on his mistresses. Peter, furious, said, “If you weren’t barren, my son wouldn’t have gone looking for other women. If he hadn’t looked elsewhere, you two wouldn’t have divorced. You’re like a hen that doesn’t lay eggs.” I smirked coldly, because Alan had said the same thing when he cheated. He blamed his infidelity on my failure to get pregnant. Like father, like son—both scoundrels. Men like to take the offensive when they make mistakes, seizing control of the narrative. They seize opportunities to brainwash women, steering them toward self-blame. When a man betrays a woman, it’s because she’s not gentle enough, not attentive enough, not pretty enough, not virtuous enough, and hasn’t given him a son. As Peter continued to insult me, I simply closed the door and called security to remove him. Two hours later, my assistant Max Duncan called to inform me that Peter had broken into the lock of another villa and brazenly moved in with Gina. I clicked my tongue. Their occupation of the house wouldn’t last forever. I touched the top-grade emerald bracelet on my wrist and smiled disdainfully. Just wait. The real show was yet to come.

Gina met Alan at his bar, and it was said they fell in love at first sight, sleeping together that very night. There aren’t really that many cases of love at first sight—it’s just spring arriving and animals entering their mating season. On the night Alan decided to go dumpster diving, Gina went into premature labor with a baby boy, just nine months along. Now she and her son have brazenly moved into my other villa. Peter was grinning from ear to ear at the grandson he had longed for. Gina, holding the baby, complained to Peter about me, “Alan went dumpster diving, and Vivian wouldn’t even give me a place to stay. “She forced me and my baby to stay in the hospital. “I was carrying Alan’s child, and she was so heartless.” As she spoke, she made sure to wipe away tears. Peter slammed his fist on the table, his expression furious. “That venomous woman! She can’t have children herself, so she wants to harm you. I’ll go see her tomorrow and make her transfer the house to you.” A triumphant smile flashed across Gina’s face before she quickly resumed her fragile act. “What if Vivian refuses?” Peter, with a dismissive snort like slurping spaghetti, said, “She wouldn’t dare. If she doesn’t give you the house, I’ll make such a scene that she’ll have no choice but to agree.” He placed his hand on Gina’s shoulder, his eyes leering. “Why don’t we go to my room and chat for a bit?” Gina smiled awkwardly but eventually agreed. I watched the screen, fighting back laughter. What a hypocritical family indeed. Gina wanted to use Peter to get the house. Peter lusted after Gina’s beauty, not even mentioning Alan’s dumpster diving anymore. This family was utterly morally bankrupt. Half an hour later, Peter brought Gina to my doorstep. I shook my head. Peter’s sexual stamina was remarkably brief—probably setting some kind of world record for shortness. Peter and Gina stormed in with aggressive demands, practically foaming at the mouth for what they claimed was Alan’s rightful property. “My son worked two holiday shifts, so you need to return his wages. Plus, you need to give Gina a house and me $5 million for retirement,” he said. I was utterly dumbfounded. Alan did work—he ran a bar. I provided the money for his bar, and I covered the initial $500,000 loss. Even when the bar started making profits, Alan never gave me a penny. Instead, he constantly found excuses to ask me for money. All of Alan’s money went to his lovers. I gave him $4 million in total, yet he remained unsatisfied. To get my company, he even conspired with others to drug me with aphrodisiacs. He was truly something else. I handed Peter a bank card. “There’s $200,000 in it. Use this for now. The company has been losing some money lately. When things improve, I’ll give you more.” Peter and Gina were delighted to get money so easily, their eyes practically gleaming with greed. Then Peter took the money and left with Gina, but not before threatening me, “Give me the rest of the money soon, or you’ll regret it.” Peter loved gambling, and Gina loved buying luxury handbags. Without a doubt, they would certainly be back for more money before long.

I started my business at twenty and achieved success by twenty-five. I was tall, well-educated, and quite attractive. At twenty-six, my mother Jessica Blunt began pressuring me relentlessly to get married. By twenty-nine, Jessica arranged a blind date for me with Alan. I agreed without hesitation, simply wanting to escape Jessica’s marriage pressure. Who I married didn’t matter to me at all. Jessica said Alan’s education and appearance matched well with mine, though his financial situation was somewhat lacking. His redeeming quality was his honesty—he supposedly wouldn’t cheat. I couldn’t help but scoff at that. This so-called “honest man” conspired with Peter to poison my food. As for his faithfulness, the truth was that Alan had more than one mistress. After dating Alan for just one month, we rushed into marriage. After the wedding, Peter constantly urged me to have children, but my company was in a growth phase during these past Christmas seasons, and I couldn’t spare time for pregnancy. Alan and I agreed to wait two Christmas seasons before having children. He readily agreed, but Peter stood nearby, shifting between feminine and masculine energies, saying sarcastically: “Women have a harder time conceiving and giving birth when their Christmas age increases. Better to have children sooner.” He would constantly mutter in my presence: “Where’s that grandson of mine, hmm?” “Ah, the neighbor’s grandson started walking today.” “The hen didn’t lay eggs again today. How annoying.” I despised meddlesome people, so I suggested that Peter move to the villa next door. Alan promised to persuade Peter to complain about me less. Afterward, every few days, Alan would take Peter out. When they returned, Peter always walked with his back straight and a spring in his step. From that time on, a thermal food container appeared in our home, and the frequency of corn chowder being prepared increased. At first, there was just one extra thermal container, but over time the number increased until it eventually stabilized at eight. The chicken in the corn chowder served to me also gradually disappeared. Peter must have confirmed that all of Alan’s mistresses were pregnant with boys. Peter, who never cooked before, began preparing meals himself, making food every day and delivering it to my office on time. Just because I wanted to delay having children for two Christmas seasons, they actually poisoned my food, with the intention of killing me. I discovered Alan’s affair two months ago. One day after work, my friend invited me to a three-Michelin-star restaurant. Alan, who had claimed just moments earlier to be working at a bar, suddenly appeared at that restaurant. He was looking longingly at the woman across from him, pulling out a gift box. “Linda, tonight with me…” he stopped mid-sentence, a sleazy smile spreading across his face. Linda Spaghetti had beautiful features and a tall, slender figure. She looked at him haughtily and said, “Beg me.” Without hesitation, Alan immediately started begging. “Please, please.” He kept pleading with Linda to give him a chance to spend the night with her, almost dropping to his knees. Eventually, Alan managed to make the woman burst into laughter. I was shocked to discover that my husband Alan wasn’t just stealing my money—he was also completely subservient to other women. It seemed clear that Alan must have other mistresses as well. After returning home that day, I instructed Max to investigate Alan. The results were alarming. Alan had numerous affairs even before marrying me. When we first started dating, he probably feared I would find out, so he temporarily cut ties with his lovers. After marrying me, he became shamelessly reckless with my money, seeking pleasure everywhere. I had been deceived all along. I gave him everything he wanted, but I never expected such ingratitude. I’m usually tied up with work at the company and travel frequently, so I spend very little time with Alan. I had a prenuptial agreement drawn up to protect my assets, so after divorce, Alan wouldn’t get a penny of my property. I had intended to just let him go, but I couldn’t tolerate him not only spending my money on women but also trying to poison me. I had Max install surveillance cameras in all my houses. I know their every move. I had some free time today, so I was drinking coffee at the company when Alan’s message popped up on my phone. Alan usually talks too much, which is why I normally have Max check his messages and summarize the important points for me. Today, Max wasn’t around, and I had time to spare, so I casually opened the chat. Alan: [Honey, what did you have for dinner tonight?] Vivian: [Wagyu steak] Alan: [So luxurious! How much did that cost?] I didn’t quite understand what he was getting at. Vivian: [Around two thousand dollars.] He replied with a helpless emoji. Alan: [Honey, as long as you’re happy, but you should still save when you can. I’m not saying you should deprive yourself. Eat what you want.] Alan: [After all, my Honey comes first.] He hadn’t spent a penny, yet he was talking as if he’d spent tens of thousands of dollars. I realized he was trying to gaslight me. But he wasn’t successful. What a useless man. A proper attempt at gaslighting should at least make someone feel a little guilty, but his chat just made me want to curse at him. Now I understand how much Max has suffered. No wonder he looks like he’s facing execution every time he checks these messages. I decided to give him a raise. After reading the messages, I had no intention of responding to Alan. Let the fool talk to himself. My phone vibrated, and I received photos from an unknown number. In the photos, a woman was nestled in Alan’s arms, looking coy, accompanied by a long text describing her loving daily life with Alan. Max had shown me her profile before. Her name was Gina, the most favored among my husband’s many lovers. Her looks weren’t exceptional, but she excelled at flattery, acting cute, and having that youthful innocence men seem to love. She had a delicate, fluid charm about her, speaking in a soft, fragile voice. Alan’s greatest skill wasn’t juggling multiple women, but making each of them believe she was the official girlfriend. Gina was the first and only one who knew about my existence. The fact that she sent provocative photos as soon as she learned about me showed how desperately she wanted to replace me. Her ambition to take my place was pathetically obvious. On the screen, Gina was sitting on my husband’s lap, speaking in a sweet voice. “Alan, I want a handbag.” Then she planted several kisses on his face. Alan clearly fell for this act, agreeing without hesitation. Not long after, he sent me another message. Alan: [Honey, I haven’t eaten yet] Accompanied by pitiful and money-begging emojis. He was blatantly asking me for money. He wanted to pamper his lover but expected me to foot the bill. My blood boiled at his audacity. If I hadn’t known about this affair, I would have given him the money without question, but now there was absolutely no way I would. Vivian: [How much money do you have left in your account?] He replied instantly. Alan: [Ten thousand dollars] Vivian: [Transfer it to me] The next second, I received a transfer of ten thousand dollars on my phone. There had been a few times when I urgently needed money and asked him to transfer me several tens of thousands, which I returned within minutes, always paying back three or four times more. So he probably thought this was another such occasion. Alan transferred the money promptly, likely sitting there smugly waiting for me to send him money back. Vivian: [I’ve taken the money as a lesson for you going hungry. Let’s see if you dare skip meals again.] Alan panicked and immediately sent questioning messages. Alan: [What do you mean? You’re not returning it?] Alan: [You’re so rich, why do you need my money?] Alan: [Honey. You’re going too far. I’m broke, I can’t even afford food now.] Alan: [Don’t take my money!] Alan: [I hate you, Honey. If you keep this up, I’ll stop talking to you.] *** I shot him a scathing reply and couldn’t be bothered to respond further. I opened the surveillance feed and saw Alan fuming after not getting his money back and instead losing ten thousand dollars to me. Gina, unaware of the situation, continued to act coy beside him. She leaned softly against Alan’s shoulder, gently swaying his arm while speaking in a sweet, coquettish voice, “Alan, didn’t you just promise to buy me a bag? Let’s go now.” Alan looked embarrassed. “Can we go next time?” Gina was immediately displeased. “Why? Why next time? Why not today?” Her tone completely lost its previous sweetness, replaced by aggressive demanding. I smirked. Alan was broke, obviously unable to buy her a bag. Alan couldn’t take it anymore and snapped at her. Gina instantly burst into tears, crying so pitifully that Alan’s heart softened immediately, and he began coaxing her gently. If she was this upset just because she didn’t get a bag, she would surely make an even bigger scene if he consistently had no money to spend on her. That evening, Alan immediately asked me for the ten thousand dollars back. My heart sank. In our two years of marriage, I had never taken a penny from him, and often gave him money instead. He took that money to find mistresses, buying them watches, bags, and gold bracelets. For me, he bought paper watches, paper bags, and paper bracelets, claiming he made them himself for sentimental value. Later I discovered these items were worth just over ten dollars each. Two weeks after discovering Alan’s affair, I found out that Peter was also seeing women on the side. Peter also liked bringing women to my villa, and several times even ran into Alan there. These father and son could have gotten hotel rooms, but for some reason insisted on using my villa. I provided Peter’s living expenses. After discovering his affairs, I promptly reduced his monthly allowance from one hundred thousand dollars to one thousand dollars, claiming I was short on cash lately. Going from a luxurious lifestyle to poverty would make anyone unhappy. Without money, he certainly couldn’t live it up anymore. Following the cut to Peter’s allowance, he was furious and showed up at my company the next day with a group of relatives to make a scene. They berated me for being heartless and demanded I give Peter his hundred thousand dollar allowance. Peter even gave an Oscar-worthy performance, crying as he clutched the receptionist, describing how unfilial I was. He claimed he was old with no money, forced to live in poverty while I earned money but wouldn’t share it with him. He said I carried a hundred-thousand-dollar bag while he ate meals worth just a few dollars, scrambling for discounted food every night. When the weather turned cold, I supposedly wouldn’t even buy him a blanket, and he was still wearing summer slippers. Peter portrayed himself as utterly pitiful. I could see these people were purely there to cause trouble. I stayed in my office without going out—if I had, they would have likely tried to bleed me dry. I called security: “I don’t know these people. Remove them.” Peter and his group were carried out like pigs. Feeling embarrassed, they slunk away. After work, instead of going home, I went to stay at a house I’d recently purchased. Alan called: “Honey, why aren’t you home yet? I want to go eat steak with you.” In our two years of marriage, this was the first time he’d called in the evening asking when I’d be home. His goal wasn’t to check on me, but to have me foot the bill for his steak dinner. I coldly replied, “I bought another house and won’t be coming back for a while.” Peter, who was nearby, became furious and grabbed Alan’s phone. “Didn’t you say you were short on cash lately? Then how do you have money to buy a house but not enough for my living expenses? You’re just unfilial, a miser, stingy!” I laughed. This father and son spent my money on other women, yet had the audacity to say such things. “Yes, I’m unfilial. Yes, I’m a miser. Yes, I’m stingy,” I said. They couldn’t do anything to me anyway. Peter was fuming, hurling insults into the phone. I grew tired of listening and simply hung up. Alan kept texting, asking why I wouldn’t come home and why I was angry. I ignored him completely. I checked the home security cameras to see how they would insult me. I expected to be cursed for refusing to give them money, but I never imagined they would contemplate killing me. Peter’s face contorted with fury as he shouted at Alan: “You useless piece of trash, you can’t even control your own wife! She neither gives me money nor bears children. You worthless good-for-nothing, what was the point of having and raising you? I’ve wasted so much money on you for nothing!” Alan, upset about not getting money and being criticized by Peter, retorted bitterly: “You’re just as useless as me, relying entirely on Vivian for everything.” “Who the hell are you calling useless?” Peter demanded. Alan shot back: “Whoever responds, that’s who I’m talking about, isn’t it?” They launched into a mutual insult session, and I enjoyed watching them tear each other apart. Half an hour later, they grew tired of arguing and finally stopped. Alan said, “Dad, what if we…” He made a throat-slitting gesture. “That way the company would be ours.” Peter nodded repeatedly, visibly excited. “I’ve wanted to do this for a long time but was afraid you wouldn’t agree. Son, you’ve got guts. After it’s done, I’ll take seventy percent of her assets and give you the rest.” A flash of dissatisfaction crossed Alan’s eyes, but he quickly forced a smile. “Whatever you say, I’ll go along with it.” Just because I refused to give them money this once, they were plotting to eliminate me. They acted as if all the money I’d given them before never existed. I sneered, shrugging indifferently, thinking: “Since you show no kindness, don’t blame me for showing no mercy.”

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In my previous life, when my parents divorced, my sister Alisa Carolle went with our million-dollar-salaried father Vincent Carolle, while I followed my mother Fiona Carolle, who was left with nothing. Later, Vincent was fired from his company, went bankrupt overnight, and fell into poverty. Meanwhile, Fiona built her business from scratch, amassing assets worth over a hundred million dollars and becoming part of Seattle’s elite. Alisa grew jealous of me. On the day I was about to take over Fiona’s company, she stabbed me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of my parents’ divorce. Watching Alisa insist on going with Fiona, I realized she had been reborn too. But this was fine. I never wanted to live that miserable life again anyway. “Mom, I want to go with you.” At our front door, Alisa clutched Fiona’s hand tightly, her eyes full of triumph. Vincent frowned, his eyes reflecting pain and helplessness. “Alisa, you’ll suffer with her. Come with me instead—I can give you a better life.” I stood to the side, feeling like an outsider, with no one caring about my feelings. In this family of four, I had been the odd one out since Alisa was born. Alisa was obedient, sensible, and knew how to win our parents’ affection. I was awkward and couldn’t even charm my parents. Over time, they grew to favor Alisa more and more, while I became practically invisible in this family. Fiona looked down at Alisa, disapproval in her eyes. “Alisa, don’t be stubborn! Your father is right—you’ll suffer if you come with me.” But Alisa seemed determined. She shook her head firmly and said, “No, I want to go with you.” Seeing this, Vincent sighed in resignation and finally gave in. “Fine, have it your way. But if you can’t handle the hardship, remember you can always come find me.” Alisa shot me a smug look and taunted, “Bianca, you go with Vincent. Don’t worry, your good days are ahead.” With that, Alisa took Fiona’s hand and left without looking back. I watched them walk away, thinking about everything that had happened with Fiona in my previous life, my emotions a jumbled mess. Vincent glanced at me impatiently without saying much, just telling me to get in the car. Outside the window, the scenery rushed by until the car stopped in front of a luxurious mansion. Only then did I snap back to reality. “This is Noble Vista, an exclusive neighborhood. Twenty thousand dollars per square foot,” Vincent held up two fingers proudly, his voice tinged with boastfulness. I stared at the magnificent building in surprise, feeling confused. Despite Vincent’s million-dollar salary, he couldn’t afford a mansion of this caliber—unless he had already secured a wealthy new partner. “This will be your home from now on. Be smart and don’t cause any trouble!” Vincent looked at me with disdain. “Otherwise, you’ll face the consequences.” I forced a smile and said, “I understand.” Vincent nodded with satisfaction and led me into the mansion. The interior was luxurious and exquisite, with every detail exuding wealth. In the living room, a slightly plump woman dressed in elegant clothes approached us. Vincent hurried to greet her. “Regina, aren’t you cold wearing so little?” Vincent asked obsequiously. Regina Duncan ignored Vincent’s question and glanced at me, her lips curling into a contemptuous smile. “So this is your daughter? Her face is decent enough, but everything else is utterly ordinary.” Vincent’s expression immediately turned awkward as he glared at me. “She’s always been like this. Don’t pay her any mind.” Vincent said sternly, “What are you standing there for? Greet her properly! This is your…” “Ms. Duncan. From now on, you’ll call me Ms. Duncan,” Regina cut in. I stood silently, neither arguing nor showing anger. “Yes, Ms. Duncan.” In my previous life, I might have felt insecure and upset by such remarks, but now I had learned how to handle such cold mockery. Besides, she was Regina, a self-made businesswoman in Seattle and part of the elite—she had every right to look down on me. Just then, the maids called out in unison, “Hello, Mr. Duncan.” I jumped, quickly turning around. Ethan Duncan stepped out of the car with a stern expression. He wore an impeccable suit, had chiseled features, and piercing eyes. Regina casually introduced him. “This is Ethan, my son. He now handles all company affairs for me.” Vincent immediately put on a fawning smile and approached him. “Mr. Duncan, hello.” Ethan smiled slightly but didn’t respond to Vincent, leaving him embarrassed. “Take a look at our new residents. This is Vincent Carolle, and this is his daughter,” Regina raised an eyebrow, looking at me. “My name is Bianca Carolle,” I said quietly. Ethan nodded slightly, his gaze falling on me, examining my worn school uniform. “You attend No. 1 High School?” he asked.

I nodded, feeling somewhat anxious. Ethan’s gaze was profound, difficult to read. He glanced at me and said coolly, “From now on, have the driver take you to and from school. Don’t embarrass the Duncan family.” I blushed with embarrassment and nodded. This uniform was one of the few intact pieces of clothing I owned. Regina seemed surprised by Ethan’s arrangement. I lowered my head and whispered, “Thank you.” Vincent stood nearby, smiling apologetically and nodding repeatedly. In the days that followed, my life began to change quietly. The Duncan estate became both a sanctuary and a starting point for my new life. Though I was like an insignificant decoration in the house, ignored by everyone, at least I had food and shelter, no longer having to struggle for my daily meals. School days became my only solace. In my previous life, after leaving with Fiona, I had no money for education. Fiona refused to work and expected me to support her, but I was just a young girl who hadn’t reached Christmas (the legal age of adulthood), who couldn’t even find a job washing dishes. I couldn’t provide for both of us. So I had to beg and scavenge through garbage—a life where I trampled my own dignity underfoot. I never wanted to live that way again. In this life, I was determined to study diligently. I knew education was the only way out for someone like me. Whenever my name appeared at the top of the grade reports, I understood I was moving one step further from the broken life of my past existence. However, whenever the school needed parents to attend events, that phone call to the Duncan family always filled me with anxiety. No one in the Duncan family would want to attend my parent-teacher conferences, even though they were meant to praise me. “Hello, is this Mr. Carolle? Your daughter has achieved excellent results again. We’d like to invite you to attend the parent-teacher conference…” On the other end of the line, the teacher’s voice was full of expectation. But Vincent’s response was ice-cold and callous, “What does it matter if a girl gets good grades? I’m busy. Besides, you’d better check if she cheated. There’s no way she could have achieved such high scores on her own.” The moment Vincent hung up, my heart seemed to freeze along with it. I wondered what kind of parent would suspect cheating rather than feel pride when their child scored well. I took a deep breath, trying to suppress the bitterness in my heart. Regina had approached without my noticing. Her voice carried a hint of amusement and disdain, “I think Ethan has been quite idle lately. He might as well go. After all, she is my stepdaughter. If we don’t attend her parent-teacher conferences, people might say the Duncan family is mistreating her.” After saying this, Regina left, leaving Vincent looking bewildered. On the day of the parent-teacher conference, Ethan’s figure appeared in the back row of the classroom. His presence always caused a small commotion. My classmates whispered among themselves, while I just sat with my head down. After that, Ethan began attending my parent-teacher conferences, though not every time—perhaps three or four times out of ten. But for someone of his stature, that was already quite remarkable. Time went by steadily, and I was approaching the turning point of high school graduation. I thought no one would care about my plans for the future, but Ethan suddenly asked, “What are your plans after graduation? Would you like to study abroad?” Before I could respond, my father’s voice cut in from the side, carrying his usual contempt, “She’s just a girl. Finishing high school is good enough. She’s reached Christmas now—she’d be useful for a marriage alliance.” I looked at him in disbelief, feeling an unprecedented wave of despair and anger. This was my so-called father, a man willing to sacrifice his daughter’s happiness for profit! Just as my emotions were about to collapse, Ethan’s voice sounded again. “The Duncan family doesn’t need a young girl to sell her looks. Her future should be decided by herself.”

I stood in the middle of the living room, stunned by Ethan’s words. I couldn’t believe my future was truly mine to decide. Ethan left me with only a brief yet powerful statement: “Come find me when you’ve made up your mind.” Vincent wanted to say something more, but was silenced by Ethan’s undeniable presence. “Dad, I would never…” I had just begun when a frantic knocking at the door interrupted me. The door burst open, and Alisa stumbled in. Her clothes were in tatters, her face covered in wounds, looking utterly wretched. “Dad, please save me…” Alisa’s voice was choked with tears, her eyes filled with desperation and pleading. When her gaze met mine, a flash of resentment and unwillingness crossed her face. Vincent looked at Alisa with heartache. “Alisa, what happened to you? How has your mother been raising you to end up like this?” I clenched my fists tightly, my nails digging deep into my palms. The pain kept me clear-headed. “Mom… Mom made me sleep with old men to support her!” she said. Memories flooded back like a tide. In my previous life, Fiona had done the same to me. I had escaped just like Alisa. I had also sought out Vincent, begging him to take me in. But Vincent had mercilessly pushed me away, not even allowing me through the gates of the Duncan estate. “Dad, please let me stay with the Duncans. I really can’t go back. It will kill me,” Alisa pleaded again, her voice trembling with fear and helplessness. Vincent looked at Alisa, his eyes flashing with anger and disappointment. “That beast! How could she do this to you? She’s worse than an animal!” At that moment, Regina slowly descended from upstairs. She wore an exquisite gown and looked down at Alisa from her elevated position. Alisa seemed intimidated by Regina’s presence. She lowered her head and softly called out, “Mom…” Regina’s eyes flashed with disdain and mockery. “You’re quite clever, aren’t you?” After saying this, Regina ignored her. This silence effectively approved Alisa’s stay, which was exactly what Vincent wanted. However, Alisa didn’t seem to cherish this opportunity. Perhaps she knew that in this lifetime, the Duncan family would certainly go bankrupt. During her stay at the Duncan house, she maintained a respectful fear of Ethan but treated everyone else with arrogance. She demanded servants whenever she went out, insisted that staff half-squat when speaking to her, making everyone resent her. Regina pretended not to notice any of this and never said anything to Alisa, which only encouraged her to push boundaries further. She began eyeing Regina’s clothes and jewelry. These items were worth anywhere from hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars, and she took them one by one to sell. Alisa thought Regina hadn’t noticed the missing items, so she grew increasingly bold. Until that day when she stole several of Regina’s handbags and clothes, attempting to sell them, and was caught red-handed. Regina still looked at her calmly. “So you’re the one with such audacity, daring to steal my clothes. Do you realize these amounts are enough to put you in prison for life?” Alisa’s face instantly turned deathly pale. She stared at Regina in terror, her eyes filled with despair. She tried to deny it, but Regina’s icy gaze and unquestionable tone left her completely panicked. “I… I didn’t…” Alisa’s voice trembled as she tried to grasp at the last thread of hope. Regina didn’t give her that chance. She coldly turned her head toward the servant beside her and said, “Take her away.” Alisa struggled, refusing to leave. I stood there without a shred of sympathy. A faint smile tugged at my lips as I inwardly shook my head. Alisa had known Regina for what felt like forever, yet was still naive enough to think Regina could be easily fooled. A woman who raised a son like Ethan—so reserved, composed, and masterful in his methods—was naturally intelligent herself. “Regina, how… how can you throw Alisa out? She’s my daughter…” Vincent’s voice carried a pleading tone as he tried to intercede for Alisa, only to be cut off by Regina’s piercing gaze. “You know very well she’s your daughter. Allowing her into the Duncan family and letting her stay this long was already more than generous,” Regina’s voice was calm yet resolute, without the slightest hesitation. “Besides, the Duncan family isn’t a charity. We have no room for such greedy individuals.” Vincent’s face turned pale. He clearly hadn’t expected Regina to be so decisive. He wanted to say more, but Regina had already signaled the servants to take Alisa away. “No! Dad! Help me!” Alisa’s cries echoed through the living room as she grasped at her last lifeline. Just then, Ethan appeared in the doorway. Dressed in an impeccable suit, his expression was stern as his gaze swept across everyone before finally settling on Alisa. “What’s going on?” Ethan’s voice was deep and powerful, as if it could penetrate one’s heart. “Someone truly believed this was her own home and dared to steal my belongings!” Regina’s voice was cold, showing for the first time her decisive authority as a person of power. Ethan looked at the items on the floor and immediately understood. “Guards!” Ethan commanded coldly. Seeing this, Vincent hurriedly bowed and said, “Mr. Duncan, please, for the sake of our past relationship, forgive Alisa this once. She’s still young, barely in her teens, and doesn’t know better…” Alisa quickly knelt down too, looking at Ethan with tear-filled eyes full of pleading, “Ethan, I was wrong. I’ll change, I promise. Please don’t send me away…” I had intended to maintain a calm, observer’s stance, but to my surprise, Vincent tried to pull me down to bow and apologize with them. He said, “You ungrateful little wretch, hurry up and kneel down to beg for Alisa!” His hand had barely touched my sleeve when Ethan’s cold gaze stopped him. “Enough!” Ethan’s voice thundered through the living room like lightning. “Your failure to raise your daughter properly is not my concern. But her actions have crossed my line. The Duncan family is not a place she can trample on as she pleases.” Vincent’s expression grew even more distressed as he tried to plead again, but Ethan had lost all patience. He waved for the servants to forcibly remove Alisa and Vincent, saying in an icy, resolute tone, “Throw them out.” Alisa’s greed and ignorance, Vincent’s weakness and indulgence—all left me feeling disgusted and disillusioned. With Vincent and Alisa gone, the Duncan family naturally had no place for me either. I turned and bowed deeply to Regina and Ethan. “Thank you, Mrs. Duncan and Mr. Duncan, for taking care of me all this time. I… I will find a way to repay you someday,” I said. Without them these past days, I would never have been able to complete my education. From now on, I would have to rely on myself. Just as I was about to turn and leave, Ethan and Regina spoke simultaneously. “Wait!”

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On our wedding anniversary, my husband couldn’t accompany me due to a business trip, so he had his secretary deliver a car to me. Over the phone, my husband said apologetically, “Honey, I’m really sorry I can’t be with you for our anniversary. Please don’t be angry, okay? I’ve sent you a car, and there’s a heartfelt message for you in the dash cam. You’ll definitely be moved to tears when you see it.” However, what I found in the dash cam was footage of naked bodies passionately entangled, along with used condoms thrown on the back seat. I gripped my phone tightly and coldly uttered a single word: “Fine.” I wasn’t angry. Because I knew perfectly well that he was about to “die” by my hand! 1 Besides the condom tossed on the car seat, there were torn stockings piled in the corner of the back seat. Suppressing the wave of nausea rising in my throat, I closed the car door and handed the keys back to Caleb’s secretary. As I turned away, I noticed an identical car—same model and color—parked in a nearby spot. When she saw me staring at that car, the secretary visibly became uncomfortable. After my persistent questioning, she reluctantly revealed the truth. It turned out Caleb Moore had given the same car model to both me and his mistress for convenience. He had left in a hurry and grabbed the wrong keys, which led to the secretary delivering the wrong car. I felt like the biggest fool who ever lived. The woman intimately entangled with Caleb in the dash cam footage was Bella Scott, a poor student I had been sponsoring. Five years ago, I met Bella during a countryside trip for inspiration. She had just finished her middle school exams, and her parents were forcing her to drop out of school to marry a crippled man from the village for the bride price. Desperate to continue her education, Bella knelt before me, begging for my sponsorship. As an orphan who had struggled to attend university myself, I wanted to provide the shelter I never had. Without hesitation, I agreed to sponsor her, and I continued to do so for five full years. Never did I imagine I was nurturing a wolf in sheep’s clothing who would spend my money and sleep with my husband. What I found most unacceptable was that Caleb had even bought her a house in our neighborhood. At the same time, I finally understood… Why Caleb, who had never enjoyed running before, suddenly fell in love with night jogging a year ago, going out every evening. It was all just an excuse to meet with Bella. Several times I offered to join him, but he always found reasons to refuse. Apparently, his so-called “jogging” was actually happening in Bella’s bed. Later, Caleb seemed unsatisfied with just those two hours of “night jogging” and frequently used business trips as an excuse to stay away from home every few days. Even when he was home, his phone never left his hand. I couldn’t even remember the last time Caleb had shared a meal with me. Last month on my birthday, Caleb was unusually at home with me. But halfway through dinner, he suddenly claimed there was an emergency at work and rushed out, leaving me behind. Faced with his coldness, I foolishly comforted myself, thinking it might be the seven-year itch that would pass with time. Now I understood it wasn’t any seven-year itch—he had simply fallen out of love with me long ago. These realizations pierced my heart like countless steel needles, each one twisting deeper with every breath I took. I found Bella in my WhatsApp contacts and opened her Facebook page. Looking at it now, I realized her Facebook was filled with traces of Caleb. On her birthday, the man holding her hand while cutting the cake was Caleb; in the rain, the man holding an umbrella for her while his own shoulder got wet was also Caleb… I had never paid close attention to these details before, but now they became sharp thorns with nowhere to hide from. Caleb returned the next day. To make up for missing our wedding anniversary, he pulled out a necklace from behind his back and said, “Honey, don’t be angry anymore. I bought this for you during my business trip. I fell in love with it at first sight, just like when I fell for you!” Seeing that necklace, any remaining hope I had for him completely vanished. The necklace was a free gift that came with a luxury brand handbag—the same handbag I had just seen on Bella’s Facebook yesterday. It was from her post a month ago with the caption: “I mentioned it once, and someone specially flew to get it for me. Someone who loves you will remember every word you say.” I looked at him coldly, my eyes showing no emotion, and handed him the divorce agreement I had prepared the night before, saying: “Sign it.”

2 Caleb stared at the divorce agreement for a moment, but quickly regained his composure, as if he had anticipated this all along. He didn’t take the divorce papers seriously at all. Without even looking at them, he simply tore them up. “Violet Hughes, you’d better think this through. Without me, you have nothing. If you maintain the status quo, at least you’re still Mrs. Moore.” “I know this is hard for you to accept, but after so many years together, we’ve lost that spark. It’s entirely my fault, not Bella’s. She’s just a student. If you want to vent your anger, direct it at me, not her.” Caleb was right. Once I left him, I would truly have nothing. I was an orphan; my parents died when I was very young. In school, I was often bullied by classmates, and it was Caleb who stood up for me and protected me. Back then, Caleb was like a beam of light in the darkness, giving me a home and warmth. Throughout our marriage, I had been trying so hard, perhaps hoping to become better, to be worthy of his kindness. “Caleb, what exactly do you want?” I almost shouted, my voice cracking with emotion. “Violet, stop this nonsense! We’ll talk when you’ve calmed down!” Caleb snapped impatiently. As Caleb tried to leave, he roughly pushed me aside, causing my back to slam hard against the table. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through my lower abdomen, followed by a warm flow between my legs. That warm, sticky sensation made my heart clench with terror. A dreadful premonition washed over me, and I instinctively looked down at myself. “Violet, you’re… you’re bleeding!” Caleb’s voice was filled with panic, his eyes wide open, staring at my lower body. But he quickly came to his senses and, without hesitation, scooped me up and rushed to the hospital. The doctor said I had miscarried due to extreme emotional distress combined with the physical impact. The child I had struggled so hard to conceive was gone just like that. My tears finally broke free, streaming down my face uncontrollably. In that moment, my world seemed to collapse into a deafening silence. Caleb and I had been married for seven years without conceiving a child. To have a child of our own, we decided to try IVF. For over a year, I had forced myself to endure excruciating pain, giving myself ovulation injections every day. Back then, when Caleb saw the countless needle marks on my stomach, he would hold me and cry like a child. He was heartbroken for me, throwing away the injection needles and refusing to let me continue. Caleb had said very seriously: “We’re not trying for a baby anymore. I can’t bear to see you suffer like this. Having you is enough for me! I’ll handle things with my parents.” But now everything had changed. Even though Caleb sat by my hospital bed, his heart was elsewhere. He was busy texting Bella. As soon as I opened my eyes, I could clearly see his phone screen. “Baby, be good, don’t make a fuss. Something came up here, and I can’t come back tonight,” he wrote with obvious impatience. “No way, I want you to come back now. I’ve prepared a surprise for you. If you come back within ten minutes, baby will let you do whatever you want. Hurry! This offer won’t last~” came Bella’s flirtatious reply. Bella had also sent a photo of herself in black stockings. Caleb’s eyes were practically glued to the photo, the hungry desire in his eyes making my stomach turn with disgust. Seeing that I seemed somewhat stable, he made up a flimsy excuse and hurriedly left. After that day, Caleb never came back to the hospital. Whether it was true or not, we both knew the reality. A week later, when I had recovered enough, I checked myself out of the hospital. On the way home from the hospital, the taxi driver was scrolling through short videos while waiting at a red light. The driver suddenly muttered, “How could this college girl do this! So young, yet becoming a home-wrecker for money.” I glanced over at the sound, and in the video, a group of middle-aged women had stormed into a university to beat up a woman who had been sleeping with someone’s husband. To my shock, the home-wrecker in the video was Bella. Even more surprising was that the woman leading the attack was my mother-in-law, Caleb’s mother!

3 This time, my mother-in-law brought two of her friends to cause trouble at Bella’s school. One pulled Bella’s hair, another yanked at her clothes, while the third slapped her face… The situation escalated until the school had no choice but to call the police. In the end, all four women were taken to the police station. The driver dropped me off at our residential complex. As I got out of the car, my mind was preoccupied with wondering why Caleb’s mother would suddenly go to Bella’s school to assault her. I didn’t notice Caleb approaching from the opposite direction. He walked up to me and delivered a vicious slap across my face. “Violet, you’re so cruel!” he spat. I held my stinging cheek, staring in disbelief at the man before me. Caleb actually hit me? My face burned with pain, but my heart felt like it had plunged into an icy abyss. “I told you to take your anger out on me! Why are you targeting Bella? She’s just a student!” he shouted. Caleb glared at me venomously, his words coming through gritted teeth. “You’re such a manipulative woman. Using others to do your dirty work! Our divorce is between us—why drag my mother into this? Why make her help you get revenge by encouraging her to cause a scene at Bella’s school?” So that’s it—he thought I was the one who told his mother. I let out a cold laugh and said deliberately, emphasizing each word: “Caleb, whether you believe it or not, I never told your mother about what’s happening between us! And I certainly didn’t ask her to harass Bella at school!” “Violet, you dare to deny it? I’m warning you—if anything happens to the baby Bella is carrying, you won’t leave the hospital alive.” Seeing that I remained silent, Caleb assumed I felt guilty and continued, “Violet, you’ve disappointed me completely. Just because you can’t have children yourself, you want to destroy Bella’s baby. I must have been blind to marry such a vicious woman!” The man standing before me felt utterly foreign. The way he raged at me for the sake of his mistress disgusted me to my core. The one who had been blind was me, not him. I was about to take out the newly printed divorce agreement when my mother-in-law’s furious voice suddenly came from behind me. “Caleb!!” “Mom, why are you here?” Caleb had barely reached his mother when— SLAP! She struck him hard across the face. “You ungrateful son!” She pointed at Caleb’s nose, trembling with rage. “Tell me honestly, what’s your relationship with Bella? And why did you bail her out of the police station?” Caleb hadn’t expected his mother to be so angry. “Mom! I’m your own son! Why aren’t you on my side? You’d rather listen to Violet and cause trouble at Bella’s school instead of helping me? Did you even think about how Bella will continue studying there after what you’ve done? If I hadn’t found a lawyer to get you released, you’d still be locked up at the police station!” I didn’t want to watch this mother-son argument anymore and turned to leave, but Caleb grabbed my arm. “Violet, don’t go! Tell Mom this is all a misunderstanding!” My lips curled into a mocking smile. “Caleb, you got Bella pregnant and you still have the nerve to call it a misunderstanding?” As soon as I said this, my mother-in-law’s eyes widened in shock. “What?! Violet, what did you just say?” Caleb clearly hadn’t expected me to reveal this in public and visibly panicked. My mother-in-law pressed on: “Caleb, is what Violet saying true? Is Bella really pregnant with your child?” Caleb couldn’t look his mother in the eye as he answered, “Yes.” Upon hearing this, my mother-in-law immediately slapped him again. She was about to strike him once more when she suddenly lost her balance and began to fall backward. Caleb reacted quickly, catching her in his arms. In his embrace, my mother-in-law broke down sobbing: “What sins has our Moore family committed to deserve this? Caleb, don’t you know that vixen Bella was your father’s mistress?!”

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My sister Brianna Jones accidentally stumbled into Mr. Frost’s room while drunk and now she’s pregnant, so she’s asking for the family’s opinion. I feel something’s fishy about this whole situation. Not only is there a massive social gap between our family and the Frosts, but how could Mr. Frost’s room have no security measures, allowing anyone to wander in freely? After hearing my reasoning, my sister agreed it made sense and decided to simply terminate the pregnancy and start fresh. But just after she was discharged from the hospital following her abortion, news of Mr. Frost’s high-profile marriage to a pregnant Cinderella quickly topped the trending charts. Brianna became consumed with jealousy, practically losing her mind. Right in front of our parents’ faces, she lunged at me with a knife, stabbing me viciously until I died. “It’s all your fault for opening your big mouth! I should have been the one marrying into wealth!” When I opened my eyes again, I found my sister blushing coyly as she held a family meeting. “I think I’m pregnant with Mr. Frost’s baby. What should I do now?” … “Aria Jones, I’m talking to you! Why are you zoning out?” Hearing my sister’s voice, I snapped back from my daze, utterly shocked by the scene before me. My parents sat there, backs straight, unable to hide the greedy anticipation gleaming in their eyes. Brianna sat in the middle of the sofa, looking smugly self-satisfied, her hand gently caressing her still-flat stomach. Seeing me still in a daze, my parents spoke with clear irritation: “Your sister is carrying Mr. Frost’s child. We’re all thrilled about this, so why are you wearing such an ugly expression?” With trembling hands, I pinched my thigh hard, forcing myself to smile. “Sis, I’m absolutely thrilled for you, truly. Congratulations.” Brianna smiled faintly, finally taking her piercing gaze off me. “At least you know your place. But what am I supposed to do now? That night I only got into that room by pure luck, and now trying to reach Mr. Frost again to let him know about his child seems practically impossible. Come on, Aria, tell me—should I take a chance and have this baby, or just get rid of it and be done with it?” My throat constricted painfully as memories from my previous life came flooding back all at once. In my past life, my mind was filled with suspicions. How could she so conveniently stumble into the powerful Mr. Frost’s room? And how would Mr. Frost lose control in such circumstances and sleep with my plain-looking sister? I voiced these doubts aloud and urged my sister to carefully recall what the man looked like. But Brianna frowned deeply, thinking hard for a long time, yet still couldn’t confirm who was actually in the room that night. Witnessing this, my parents left with contemptuous sneers. After a night of anxious deliberation, Brianna finally decided to terminate the pregnancy. “I heard Mr. Frost is 6’1″, but no matter how I try to remember, the man that night seemed about my height. Maybe I really did enter the wrong room. Even if I had the baby, he might not acknowledge us anyway, so I’ll just get an abortion,” she told me before heading to the hospital. However, just after her procedure, news of Mr. Frost’s high-profile marriage to a pregnant Cinderella topped the trending charts. My own sister blamed me for speaking up, suddenly attacking me in a rage, plunging the knife into my chest again and again until my life slipped away. The memory of being murdered by my own flesh and blood sent violent tremors through my body, but I still managed to force my lips into a smile. “Sis, this isn’t just any baby. This is a treasure that could bring you immense wealth and status. I’ve heard Mr. Frost doesn’t have women hanging around him, and his family is actually desperate for him to get married!” Hearing exactly what she craved to hear, Brianna’s eyes curved like crescent moons, her lips curling upward uncontrollably. “So what you’re saying is, the baby in my belly might be the sole heir to carry on the Frost legacy!”

When my parents heard this, their faces immediately lit up with joy, instantly treating my sister as the family hero. “Brianna, you need to take good care of yourself now. You should quit your job right away.” “From now on, you’re not allowed to go out. Let your foolish little sister handle everything. You don’t need to do anything—just stay home and focus on keeping the baby safe!” Hearing this, my sister’s lips curled into a smug smile as she shot me a triumphant glance. I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails dug into my palms. In my previous life, my sister had stabbed me eighteen times in front of our parents, each thrust aimed at a vital spot. I had thought my parents would seek justice for me, but not only did they fail to call the police, they helped my sister dispose of my body. My soul hovered in midair, forced to watch helplessly as they cut my body into pieces and discarded it, while telling everyone I had run away with some lowlife I’d fallen for. It was only then that I truly understood—despite my parents’ claims of treating us sisters equally, they had always favored Brianna. Thinking of this, I fought back my tears and joined in their laughter. “Our family’s incredible fortune now rests entirely on my sister’s shoulders.” “Sis, when you marry Mr. Frost, don’t forget about us, okay?” Brianna had never matched my academic achievements growing up, nor was her career as impressive as mine. Now that she finally had a chance to outshine me, she was reveling in it. She lifted her chin proudly in my direction. “I’m thirsty.” I immediately stood up, opened the refrigerator, and took out her favorite yogurt. As soon as Brianna took the yogurt, she screamed and dropped it. “It’s too cold! Is something wrong with your brain?” “I’m pregnant now, carrying Caleb Frost’s baby!” “How dare you give me such cold yogurt? What if it upsets my stomach and something happens to the baby?” My parents frowned instantly, scolding me with displeasure. “Aria, are you trying to harm your sister?” “You ungrateful child! Go back to your room right now and study up on prenatal care!” I maintained my smile, repeatedly agreeing as I turned and walked back to my bedroom amid Brianna’s mocking laughter, closing the door behind me. Outside, their animated discussion continued. Ignoring them, I picked up my phone and quickly searched for the name that had trended in my previous life. To my surprise, that ordinary girl named Scarlett Brown had already been photographed multiple times in intimate situations with Caleb Frost. During a press conference, when someone asked about Scarlett, Caleb hadn’t even denied their relationship. In the photos, the girl wore simple clothes. Though from a modest background, she had a stunningly beautiful face. She could marry Caleb because they were already a couple! My breathing grew increasingly rapid as I searched for Caleb’s whereabouts through gritted teeth. For someone as famous as him, there were always people tracking his movements, so his schedule wasn’t exactly a secret. After reviewing Caleb’s itinerary for the day, I silently put down my phone. Brianna, you think you’ve got one foot in the door of high society because you’re carrying Mr. Frost’s child. Fine then. I’ll study prenatal care diligently and help you maintain this pregnancy so you can deliver this baby safely. I want to see if holding this child will actually fulfill your absurd dream of marrying into wealth!

Brianna now considers herself superior to others, demanding only the best of everything. She insists I buy her the most expensive loungewear, the finest non-slip slippers, and the rarest nutritional ingredients. Before work, I must prepare bird’s nest soup for her, and after work, I must immediately present imported fruits. She even specifies mountain spring water for drinking. Meanwhile, my parents watch all this with smiling faces. “Hurry up! If you neglect your sister’s baby, we won’t forgive you!” “Useless thing, you’re not even worth your sister’s little toe!” I endure silently. After two busy days, I finally hear the news of Caleb and Scarlett’s marriage. “Sis, look at the news!” I call out. Hearing my shout, Brianna frowns and immediately scolds me: “Are you trying to get yourself killed by shouting like that? Can you take responsibility if you scare Mr. Frost’s baby?” “Keep that phone away from me! It has radiation! Wealthy families take fetal education very seriously. If it affects my baby, my future in-laws might not say anything, but they’ll be displeased!” I listen to her nagging, struggling to hold back my laughter. “Sis, Caleb got married.” “You might never meet those in-laws you keep talking about.” Brianna’s exaggerated expression freezes instantly, and she collapses onto the floor.

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My childhood companion Avery Johnson’s Uncle Oscar committed suicide. Before his death, someone found hundreds of unsent love letters in his drawer. Each letter was addressed to me. So, in this second chance at life, when my mother asked if I wanted to marry my childhood friend Avery, I shook my head and resolutely chose to marry his Uncle Oscar instead. I harbor a secret—I’ve been reborn. In my previous life, I chose to marry my childhood sweetheart Avery. However, after our marriage, Avery was frequently absent from home. Later, when I suffered severe bleeding during pregnancy, he abandoned me in my dangerous condition simply because his first love Stella Locke said, “The power’s out at my place, and I’m scared.” He left without hesitation. In a tragic end, both my life and that of my unborn child were lost in one cruel stroke. After my death, Avery didn’t shed a single tear. He even complained that my death had disrupted his travel plans with his first love. When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day my mother asked me who I wanted to marry… 1 “Amanda Brown, have you really thought this through? You and Avery grew up together as true childhood sweethearts. Are you sure you want to marry his Uncle Oscar?” Faced with my mother’s repeated questioning, I consistently answered, “Yes, I’m sure.” “Alright, as long as you truly love him! Your father and I will start arranging your wedding right away!” My mother was even more eager than I was. That very day, she went to ask Oscar about his thoughts. After receiving his affirmative response, she rushed to the wedding planning company to book an outdoor venue. Shortly after booking the wedding venue, Avery called. His voice was filled with impatience: “Amanda, have you no shame? You initially forced our families to arrange our marriage, and now you’ve gone behind my back to book a wedding venue? Don’t you have any dignity as a woman? Are you that desperate to get married? Amanda, you look so cheap right now, I honestly can’t stand the sight of you!” I pressed my lips tightly together, pausing briefly before explaining: “Avery, I never intended to marry you in this lifetime. The person I want to marry is…” But he didn’t give me a chance to finish, interrupting me with a cold laugh: “Amanda, so you’ve learned to play hard to get now! Why didn’t I see through your true spaghetti intentions earlier! No matter how perfectly you plan this wedding, it won’t change anything. I love Stella, and she’s the only one I’ll ever marry. My heart belongs completely to Stella! The way you’re acting makes me sick!” With that, he hung up, leaving me to swallow the explanation I wanted to give. Never mind. Soon enough, he’d discover I wasn’t planning to marry him at all. My family and the Johnson family were old friends with deep ties. Avery and I grew up together in the same compound, sharing every childhood moment as truly inseparable companions. After we came of age, our parents arranged our marriage. But in my previous life, he suddenly proposed canceling our engagement to marry someone else. I refused to agree, which led to a huge argument. Although I eventually married Avery as I wished, he rarely came home after our wedding. When I finally became pregnant, he moved in with Stella, and I barely saw him except during family gatherings. Near my due date, the family elders forced me to return home. However, on the first night back, we had a fierce argument that caused me to hemorrhage. I was terrified and begged Avery to take me to the hospital, but one phone call from Stella was enough to make him leave. In the end, mother and child perished together—my poor baby never even had a chance to see this world. After my death, Avery didn’t even attend my funeral, immediately taking Stella on vacation instead. My parents, heartbroken, fell ill and passed away shortly after. My family’s assets ultimately fell into Avery’s hands, while he and Stella grew old together, surrounded by children and grandchildren. In my previous life, marrying Avery led to the tragic end of losing both my family and my life. In this life, I absolutely cannot repeat that mistake. I must protect those who truly love me.

2 After we finalized the wedding venue, my mother kept urging me to pick out a wedding dress. Oscar Hunter had already selected our wedding rings abroad, designed by one of the most renowned international designers. Since he was negotiating business overseas and couldn’t return immediately, he sent me a black card as an apology. I had reserved the latest design from Christmas, a famous designer brand, which had just been air-shipped this morning. The store assistant called to invite me for a fitting. But as soon as I walked into the bridal shop, I saw Avery sitting in the waiting area. When he looked up and saw me, his brows immediately furrowed tightly. “What are you doing here?” I answered softly, “Trying on a wedding dress.” Perhaps my expression was too calm, as he seemed surprised before scoffing, “Amanda, are there really no other men in this world? Do you absolutely have to marry me?” I stared at this face that couldn’t be more familiar to me, a bitter smile forming at the corner of my lips. I simply couldn’t connect this man before me with the Avery who once carried me on his back when I had stomach pains, desperately running through the pouring rain. Ever since Stella appeared, he was no longer the Avery who had carefully protected me. Fortunately, in this life, I finally didn’t have to be entangled with him anymore. I looked at him calmly and responded coolly, “Avery, I told you, I’m not going to marry you. You’re right, there are other men in this world, and I won’t cling to you anymore.” With that, I didn’t even glance at him again and walked straight into the wedding dress display area. Avery suddenly grabbed my wrist from behind, his tone severe, “Amanda! What exactly are you trying to do?” I struggled hard to shake him off, but his grip was too strong. I sighed helplessly, “Avery, what do you want? I said I’ll never want to marry you in this lifetime, and I won’t cling to you anymore. Isn’t that exactly what you want?” He kept a stern face and sneered, “You deliberately chose today to try on wedding dresses, and you say you don’t want to marry me?” He glanced toward the fitting room, his eyes full of love. “Stella is the woman I love most in this life. You might as well forget about it completely! I told my family last night that I want to cancel our engagement. Even if the whole family disagrees, I will marry Stella, no matter the cost!” The “cost” Avery spoke of was simply giving up everything the Johnson family had given him. He had started his own company with his abilities, and it was doing quite well, but compared to the Johnson family’s enterprises, it was nothing. I smiled politely and said softly, “Well, I wish you both happiness. Don’t worry, I’m about to marry someone else soon anyway, so our engagement is already invalid.” I gestured for Avery to let go, but he stared at me intently, refusing to release me. “Amanda, what trick are you playing now? Besides marrying me, who else could you possibly marry?” My wrist hurt from his grip, so much that tears welled up in my eyes. Just then, Stella walked out. She exclaimed in surprise, “Avery, what are you two doing?” Avery immediately released my hand and quickly walked to Stella’s side, trying to hold her hand. Stella instinctively pulled away, and he immediately understood, saying, “I’ll go to the bathroom and wash my hands thoroughly. Wait for me!” Stella and I locked eyes, and her eyes couldn’t hide her contempt and triumph. Only then did I notice that the wedding dress she was wearing was actually the one I had reserved. The store assistant who followed her out anxiously called after her, “Ms. Locke, this dress has already been reserved by someone else! Please look at other styles. We just air-shipped several new designs this morning!” Stella glared at the assistant unhappily and said fiercely, “My fiancé is the future heir of the Johnson family and is very close with your boss! My fiancé said I can try on whichever dress I want, and he can afford it! Besides, this dress was only reserved, not purchased, so why can’t I try it on?” Then Stella turned to me with malice, “Amanda, don’t you agree? Even marriages can be called off, let alone a mere reservation for a wedding dress.” The assistant finally noticed I had arrived and was nearly in tears. “I’m so sorry, Ms. Brown. This dress just arrived this morning, and I didn’t have time to put it away before Ms. Locke tried it on!” I didn’t want to make things difficult for the assistant, and since someone else had already worn the dress, I didn’t want it anymore. I smiled dismissively at the assistant, “It’s fine. If Ms. Locke likes it, let her have it. You received a signature piece this morning too, right? Take me to see it.” I patted the black card in my bag. Since my future husband was so eager for me to spend his money, I’d indulge him just this once. Avery came out just in time to hear my last sentence. He looked at me coldly, “Amanda, can you stop embarrassing yourself here? I said I’m marrying Stella, not you. Why are you making a fool of yourself? And do you know how much that signature piece costs? Ten million! How could you possibly afford it?” I smiled, took out the black card, and handed it to the assistant, “No need to try it on. I’ll take it!” With Avery’s shocked expression and Stella’s envious glare behind me, I turned and left.

3 That evening, I had a video call with Oscar. This was my first time “talking” face-to-face with him since my rebirth, and I felt somewhat nervous. We had agreed to go to the civil affairs bureau on the morning of his return to get our marriage certificate. Although we were about to become husband and wife, I still found it a bit amusing, considering we barely knew each other. Avery called immediately after, interrogating me: “Amanda, where did you get the money to buy such an expensive wedding dress? You haven’t been doing something shady behind my back, have you? And your behavior at the bridal shop today—that was deliberately targeting Stella again, wasn’t it? Haven’t I warned you to stop bothering my fiancée? You’ve been busy preparing for a wedding these past few days just to force me to marry you, right? Let me tell you, no matter what you do, I will never marry you!” I had just finished my call with Oscar and was in a good mood, but Avery completely ruined it. Irritated, I snapped back: “Avery, this is the last time I’m explaining this to you—the person I’m marrying is not you!” He was driving me crazy, but no matter how I explained, he refused to believe me. That night, Avery updated his Facebook status: “Getting our marriage certificate on the 18th of this month with my first love. All friends are welcome to witness our happiness!” Good for them, they were getting their certificate. Unfortunately, Oscar and I had also scheduled to get ours on the same day. Avery had been busy taking wedding photos with Stella these past few days, so he hadn’t bothered me again. On the day we were to get our certificates, I wore my multi-million-dollar wedding dress and waited outside the civil affairs bureau for Oscar. Just thinking about his amazed expression when he saw me made me smile. I deliberately waited until after Avery and Stella had gone inside before getting out of my car, as I didn’t want any unnecessary trouble on such an important day. But unexpectedly, I couldn’t avoid it. “Amanda? Is that you?” A man who entered after me called out, immediately drawing the attention of Avery’s group waiting in line ahead. “My God, today is Brother Ji and his wife’s big day, and you’re dressed so formally? You’re truly a dedicated ‘fangirl,’ wearing a wedding dress to chase him all the way to the civil affairs bureau!” Hearing the commotion, Avery walked over. When he saw it was really me, his face darkened, and he shouted: “Amanda, what are you doing here? Dressed like this? How desperate can you be? Do you think I’ll marry you if you do this? If that’s what you’re thinking, you’re wasting your time! I will never marry you. The only person I’m marrying is Stella!” As he spoke, he pulled Stella close and gave me a challenging look. I was both speechless and amused. I said firmly, “I’ve told you, the person I’m marrying is not you! And I’m certainly not dressed like this for you! My fiancé will be here any minute, so please stay away from me!” His friends burst into laughter, mocking me for going to extremes to marry Avery and joking that I had taken “fangirling” to a new level. “Amanda, we’re all tired of your playing hard to get! Stop dreaming—Brother Ji is about to get his marriage certificate with his fiancée! If you’re that desperate to get married, just pick one of us. Honestly, I’d like to try being Brother Ji’s ‘devoted fangirl’ for once!” Avery smirked contemptuously: “You guys are actually interested in such a boring, flavorless woman? Forget it. Whoever can get her, she’s yours. I wouldn’t take her even if she were given to me for free!” Hearing Avery’s insulting words, I could no longer contain my anger. I raised my hand to slap him, but he caught my wrist. I glared at him fiercely: “Avery, are you incapable of understanding? I’ve said it before—the person I’m marrying today is not you! And it has never been you!” He didn’t get angry; instead, he laughed: “Amanda, who would believe that? You’ve been dreaming of marrying me since you were five, and these past Christmases you’ve been crazy in love with me, even resorting to forcing a marriage. But now you say you’re not marrying me? Fine, tell me then, where is this person you’re dressed up for? It’s been quite a while, and they’re still nowhere to be seen?” I yanked my hand away from his grip, my face flushed with anger. His humiliating words had brought tears to my eyes. Just then, a deep voice sounded from behind me: “Avery, let her go!”

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During Christmas, my husband asked his childhood sweetheart to give me a few hamburgers. After eating the first hamburger, the hospital notified me that my physical examination results were ready, confirming I had cancer. Yet simultaneously, my husband’s childhood sweetheart’s leukemia mysteriously disappeared, and she was suddenly glowing with health. After eating the second hamburger, my restaurant was suddenly exposed for food safety issues, faced massive compensation claims, and ultimately went bankrupt. Meanwhile, my husband’s childhood sweetheart won a gold medal at an international cake competition. After eating the third hamburger, my parents died from carbon monoxide poisoning at home. I was suspected of killing my parents for insurance money and was despised by everyone. Suffering from poverty and illness, I froze to death under a bridge. Meanwhile, my husband’s childhood sweetheart was recognized by her billionaire biological parents, gaining both fame and fortune, receiving endless love, and forming a perfect couple with my husband, living happily ever after. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to Christmas Day when I was about to eat those hamburgers. 1 “Here, try a bite. Alyssa made this hamburger especially for you, it smells delicious…” In the blink of an eye, Harrison Moore had already picked up a hamburger and held it to my lips. I jumped up from my seat as if sitting on pins, grabbed my bag and headed for the door. “I’m not eating anymore, you two carry on. I suddenly have a business meeting to attend, I need to go out.” This familiar scene made me instantly realize I had been reborn. I remembered how in my previous life, as I lay dying, Harrison and Alyssa Locke came to mock me, saying they had exchanged a few “lucky” hamburgers for my good fortune. It was all because I was too stupid and too kind, trusting them so easily! Now, I was walking away without hesitation. Let’s see whose good luck they could steal this time! Harrison’s eyes reddened with anxiety as he blocked the doorway. “Honey, don’t rush. I’ll pack the hamburger for you to eat on the way. Otherwise, once you get busy, you’ll forget to eat and ruin your stomach. Or I could go with you and make sure you eat?” Harrison was like a shadow I couldn’t shake off, insisting on watching me eat the hamburger. I matched his tone, lying with a straight face: “No need. My business partner said they’ll treat me to a big meal after our meeting. If I eat a hamburger now, I won’t have room for anything else.” Harrison’s brows knotted into a tight frown. “Well… at least eat one hamburger? It’s Alyssa’s gesture of goodwill, and eating hamburgers on Christmas is supposed to bring good luck.” Looking at Harrison’s fake concern for me, I felt nothing but disgust. I snapped: “No time, I’m in a hurry! Harrison!” I pushed him aside and reached for the doorknob, but Harrison kept squeezing in front of me, constantly urging me to eat at least one hamburger, pushing it toward my face. Furious, I angrily swatted the hamburger out of his hand, sending it crashing to the floor! “Great, now the hamburger’s on the floor. What are you going to make me eat now? This is your fault for pressuring me.” “Not only did you waste food, but you also broke the plate. How unlucky on Christmas! It’s all because of you bringing bad luck. Pah! You only bring misfortune wherever you go!” Harrison was stunned by my accusatory attitude. I quickly pushed the door open, but Alyssa grabbed my wrist! “Sister, don’t blame Harrison. It doesn’t matter that the hamburger fell. I made several especially for you. I have plenty more—just take one bite, please.” I felt a suffocating pressure in my chest. Why was Alyssa so persistent? I snapped: “Are you deaf? I’m rushing to make money, I don’t have time! Stop blocking me. Since you’re so free, why don’t you clean up the floor instead!” Alyssa was also stunned by my outburst. Previously, I had been kind to Harrison and polite to Alyssa by extension. But after being reborn, who would be polite to their enemies! However, I had come to Harrison’s hometown for a family dinner, and the table was surrounded by his extended family. Seeing that I had scolded both him and Alyssa, these people were not pleased. His uncle said with a snide, condescending tone: “Well, we understand! She’s a big boss who looks down on us village folk. She thinks it’s beneath her to eat at the same table with us, that’s why she’s in such a hurry to leave.” Harrison’s second aunt joined in stirring up trouble: “Exactly! That’s why we said Harrison should have married Alyssa instead. Then us old folks wouldn’t be looked down upon. What a shame!” “Harrison’s wife, if that’s not what you meant, then you must pick up this hamburger and eat it today! Don’t you know to respect food?” “Life was so hard in the past. We would wash and eat things picked from garbage heaps. And here you are being picky? In my opinion, you and Harrison aren’t meant to be together. You might as well end it…” These self-important elders had always favored Alyssa in my previous life and had given me no end of trouble. For Harrison’s sake, I had endured it again and again. Now, I clapped my hands with gleeful satisfaction and said: “You’re right. I do think your entire family is beneath me, and I don’t want to continue this marriage. Harrison, let’s get divorced. See you at the civil affairs bureau!” Harrison suddenly panicked. If he divorced me, how could he help Alyssa steal my good fortune?

2 Harrison was so frightened that he immediately cursed at his relatives: “Shut up! All of you stop meddling!” His aunts and uncles felt wronged and said, “Harrison, we’re only doing this for your own good…” Then they took turns criticizing him for being disrespectful and unfilial to his elders. Harrison’s headache was getting worse; he felt like his head was about to explode. I took the opportunity to walk toward the door. From behind came Alyssa’s crying, tinged with a deliberately feminine, tearful voice: “Sister, just go. I know you’re disgusted by my leukemia and think I’m dirty, which is why you won’t eat the hamburger I made with my own hands. I don’t have many days left, and all I wanted was to have one last family meal with you all. Won’t you even grant me this wish?… Waaah, my darling fan babies, I’m so heartbroken!” Alyssa was sobbing and complaining directly into the camera. That’s when I realized she had started a livestream! With her persona as a beautiful woman fighting illness, she had already amassed over a million followers. I immediately checked my phone and saw that her livestream already had hundreds of thousands of viewers, with the number constantly increasing. The comment section was flooded with people cursing at me! “Who is this woman? She’s so cold-blooded. That smug face makes me want to punch her! Leukemia isn’t contagious, what’s wrong with eating a hamburger?” “She’s obviously looking down on her. Thinks she’s so high and mighty. Wait, I recognize her—that’s Kennedy Thompson, the CEO of that restaurant chain.” “Let’s expose her, get her trending, and boycott her business. Don’t spend money at her restaurants and support this heartless woman!” Seeing Alyssa’s secretly smirking lips, I felt both angry and anxious. Christmas was the peak season for restaurant bookings. If the public boycotted now, the losses would be enormous and impossible to recover from! Alyssa continued her fake act: “My precious little fans, don’t misunderstand. I think my sister was just in a hurry to discuss some business deal and snapped at me in the heat of the moment.” She picked up another hamburger and said, “If my sister just takes one bite of this hamburger, it will prove she doesn’t discriminate against sick people, and everyone can stop affecting the business she worked so hard to build.” The comments were flooding in, demanding that I eat the hamburger. The way things were going, if I didn’t eat it, I wouldn’t have a peaceful day! But in the next second, I opened the hospital’s official account on my phone and pointed the electronic appointment record at Alyssa’s livestream camera, crying out loudly: “I’m a patient too! Please leave me alone.” I explained how I, this workaholic spaghetti, had ruined my stomach from irregular meals while building my business—all true. Then I made up a story about how my stomach had been burning like fire lately, that I’d even vomited blood, and suspected stomach cancer, which was why I’d scheduled a medical examination. “I might not have much time left either. I was feeling terrible and just wanted to find a place to cry alone. There’s already one sick person here, and I didn’t want to bring everyone down. That’s why I was rushing out. My stomach hurts, and I can’t eat anything, but Alyssa insisted I stay. I got upset and lost my temper. I’m sorry for ruining everyone’s Christmas!” After seeing my previous medical records, the viewers believed me even more. The tide of public opinion immediately shifted, and they started blaming Alyssa instead. “Alyssa, just because you’re sick, you can’t see that she’s suffering too? Did you have to force her to cry in public before you’d be satisfied?” “This poor CEO worked so hard to get where she is, and just when she could finally enjoy life, she got sick. How tragic! And you nearly destroyed her business—that’s so cruel!” Seeing the situation turning against her, Alyssa collapsed on the floor crying, speaking in that fake, theatrical tone: “It’s all my fault! My leukemia is getting worse, and my eyes aren’t working well. I couldn’t tell my sister was suffering. I’m hurting people! I should have died long ago!” Immediately, her die-hard fans came to her defense: “Don’t forget, Alyssa is the real patient here. As for that CEO, she hasn’t even been diagnosed yet. What’s she crying about? If she’s this fragile, I’m surprised she hasn’t died of fright already!” Perfect opportunity! I immediately shouted that I didn’t want to live anymore, covered my face, and ran away, putting on a full suicidal act and playing up my vulnerability to the max. With that, both the people criticizing me and Alyssa’s livestream were immediately flooded with a tidal wave of angry comments. “How could you push a sick person like that? What if something happens to her? And Alyssa, you started all this—you’re at fault too!” Alyssa’s face turned green from all the criticism. Meanwhile, I was already driving, racing toward the hospital. Although I hadn’t received any cancer diagnosis notification this time, I decided to go to the hospital in person to be sure. However, halfway there, a sudden, intense pain shot through my stomach! I managed to drive to the hospital entrance, but as soon as I got out of the car, everything started spinning, and I collapsed to the ground. Why? I hadn’t even touched those hamburgers, so why was this happening?

3 I don’t know how much time had passed when I heard my parents crying, saying, “Our daughter is still Christmas young! If someone had to get sick, it should have been us. Why did she have to be the one with cancer?” Beside them, Harrison was putting on a fake show: “Mom, Dad, it’s all my fault for not taking better care of Kennedy. Don’t worry, I’ll stay with her until the very end…” But in my previous life, wasn’t I killed by Harrison? I jolted upright in my hospital bed, struggling to sit up. Harrison put on a concerned face and said, “Honey, you’re awake. Did… did you hear everything just now? Since you know you have stomach cancer, you really shouldn’t be starving yourself.” He handed me a still-warm hamburger. “Here, have a burger.” I felt a bone-chilling terror! In my previous life, Harrison had tricked me into eating a second hamburger with these exact same words after I was hospitalized with stomach cancer. Then I received the call about the restaurant incident, followed by the business going bankrupt. I couldn’t afford hospital treatment and lived miserably! Thinking of this, I violently slapped the hamburger out of his hand. “Get out! Harrison, I told you I want a divorce!” Harrison knelt on the floor picking up the mess, looking pitiful as he said, “Kennedy, I know you look down on me for coming from a rural background, and you look down on things from my family, but I’m really thinking about your health. Cancer patients shouldn’t go hungry. Even if you just take one bite… I won’t agree to a divorce. I want to take care of you. After you recover, if you still don’t want me, I’ll accept it!” After Harrison’s performance, passing patients began pointing fingers at me. “With such a good husband, what’s this woman complaining about? She must be a terrible person to deserve cancer as karma!” My parents were moved by him too and tried to persuade me: “Kennedy, be reasonable. Harrison’s sincerity is rare. Just eat something.” Mom picked up the remaining hamburger and held it to my lips, tears in her eyes as she said, “If you reach the point where you can’t eat anything, that’s the end! Please eat something, if only to give your parents peace of mind!” The elderly woman’s tone was almost begging. Looking at their graying hair, I nearly gave in on impulse. But just as I opened my mouth, I turned my head away and refused. “I won’t eat a hamburger. I’ll eat something else. Shouldn’t you be considering the patient’s feelings right now? Just seeing Harrison makes me upset. I can’t eat anything!” At this, my parents had no choice but to ask Harrison to leave first. I breathed a sigh of relief as my father wiped his tears and brought me a bowl of soup. “Alright, Kennedy, whatever issues you have with Harrison, you’ll at least eat what your parents made, right? Don’t starve yourself.” I nodded and opened the thermos. A strong meaty smell hit me. Something felt wrong. I asked, “Mom, Dad, don’t you usually make clear mushroom soup?” Dad stammered, “It’s a holiday, so of course we should eat more meat. We made you egg and ground meat soup…” My parents were honest people who blushed whenever they lied. I said sternly, “If you don’t tell me the truth, I won’t eat anything today!” Having been reborn, I needed to be exceptionally vigilant. Mom immediately rushed to my bedside, crying as she confessed: “Kennedy, you can’t go hungry! This soup is from Harrison! He said you had a little argument, and he was afraid you’d be angry and refuse to eat what he brought, which would hurt your stomach. So he asked us to help so he could take care of you…” My teeth clenched in fury! Looking carefully, the ground meat in the soup was actually hamburger filling, with the bun mixed in so thoroughly you couldn’t notice unless you looked closely. Harrison was determined to harm me! Just then, the doctor came in for rounds and frowned, saying, “Didn’t I tell the family it’s just acute gastritis? Why are you crying so sadly? This really affects the patient’s mood.” Mom froze, then said, “But Harrison said it was stomach cancer. He told us to quickly feed Kennedy more food so she could hold on…” I gave a cold laugh. Harrison had manipulated my parents and given me quite a “surprise.” I was actually fine, and now it was his turn! Why not give him a “surprise” of my own? I took the thermos and walked downstairs. Harrison hadn’t left yet; he was still waiting there. “Honey, why did you come down?” I smiled with a hint of mischief and said, “I think I’ll have more appetite if I eat while walking. Want to join me?” Harrison naturally wanted to keep an eye on me. So he watched helplessly as I walked to the hospital entrance, raised my hand, and poured the entire bowl of meat soup out for several stray mangy dogs! I wanted to see what kind of fate Alyssa, Harrison’s secret lover, would exchange with these stray dogs this time. Seeing this, Harrison let out a terrible cry and lunged forward, fighting with the dogs for the food!

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A week before our wedding, my fiancée successfully got pregnant using my brother’s frozen embryo. She posted the pregnancy test results on social media with the caption: “Fortunate to let our love continue in another way.” My brother commented below: “Meeting you is my greatest luck.” My mother quickly added: “Thank you for your hard work, Jocelyn White. Oscar Jones should put that apartment solely in your name!” I quietly commented: “Congratulations.” My fiancée immediately called to berate me: “Your brother can’t have children anymore. It’s just one child, and the baby still carries your Jones family bloodline! How can you be so petty as his older brother?” I chuckled softly and casually dialed a number: “Want to get married?” The person on the other end went silent for a moment, then erupted in jubilation. “Really? You finally came around! I’ll book my flight back right now! No backing out now—I’ll see you at the registry office next week! Honey~” That last coquettish “honey” caught me off guard, making even the tips of my ears inexplicably warm. The slight regret I felt about being too impulsive instantly vanished. Perhaps this was for the best. Meanwhile, my fiancée Jocelyn updated her Facebook again. I clicked to find photos of her massaging Hugo Jones’ legs. In the pictures, she was all smiles, without a trace of disgust. The comment section was filled with teasing remarks from Jocelyn’s friends. Sharp-eyed, I spotted a comment from my brother Hugo: “If only we had met before you were promised to another.” The implication was crystal clear. Jocelyn showed no restraint in her reply: “It’s never too late to follow your heart.” Below, Jocelyn’s girlfriends chimed in with more teasing and congratulations. Apparently, everyone around her knew about her affair with Hugo behind my back, yet whenever they saw me, they still criticized my every move. I used to think I wasn’t good enough, but now I realize it was simply because they all knew Jocelyn’s heart belonged to Hugo. My heart throbbed with pain. I felt like a complete fool. Just then, I received test results from the hospital. They showed a tumor in my stomach with risk of malignancy, requiring immediate surgery. The procedure needed a family member’s signature. I couldn’t count on my mother or Hugo. After much hesitation, I called Jocelyn. “Could you come to the hospital tomorrow? I need surgery—” Before I could finish, Jocelyn impatiently cut me off. “Oscar, aren’t you being a total pain? Just because I’m pregnant with your brother’s child, you’re making up stories about needing surgery to get attention? How pathetic for a grown man to use such tactics! Do you know that because of your comment, Hugo feels so guilty he’s depressed? He’s your own brother—can’t you be more generous and treat his child as your own? I’m busy comforting Hugo. You’re not dying, so stop bothering me, or the wedding is off!” She hung up furiously, giving me no chance to explain. I let out a bitter laugh, having lost count of how many times she’d threatened to call off our wedding. Whenever I showed the slightest disapproval of her relationship with Hugo, she would use our marriage as leverage. Especially after Hugo’s car accident that left his legs disabled. “If it weren’t for you, how would Hugo have injured his legs? How can you be so selfish?” “Hugo is your brother, and I’m his sister-in-law. What’s wrong with taking care of him? Why are you, a grown man, so petty?!” “If Hugo hadn’t kept persuading me, I wouldn’t want to marry you at all. You’re not even half as considerate as Hugo!” I’d heard such words too many times to count. But the truth was, Hugo had the accident while pretending to deliver medicine to me, when he was actually sneaking off to meet her. While I was working myself to exhaustion to buy her dream house and give her a better life—drinking until I suffered severe stomach bleeding and collapsed—she was secretly dating my own brother under the pretense of taking care of me. Before, I feared losing her, so I subconsciously avoided thinking about these things. I never defended myself, just apologized. But now, I decided to let her go. “Fine. The wedding is off.” With that, for the first time this Christmas, I hung up on Jocelyn first.

The next day, I went to the hospital alone. I signed the surgery consent form myself. When the doctor asked, I calmly replied, “I’m practically an orphan.” The surgery went relatively well. I stayed in the hospital for three days before the doctor said I could go home to recover. During this time, neither my mother nor Jocelyn sent me a single call or text message. Yet somehow, I felt a long-forgotten sense of peace. After being discharged, I boarded the bus home. As we passed through the university district, memories of Jocelyn and me flooded back. It might sound hard to believe, but initially, Jocelyn was the one who pursued me. Back then, she was full of youthful energy and boldness, even confessing her feelings for me in front of the entire school. Despite my repeated rejections, she never lost heart, showing me affection I’d never experienced before. Inevitably, I fell for her. During our senior year at Christmas, her father was defrauded of his business funds and fell seriously ill. Their once-privileged family was suddenly drowning in debt. During that period, I worked internships by day and part-time jobs by night, not only comforting her exhausted mind and body but also supporting both of us financially. That’s when my stomach problems began. Fortunately, her father later received help from a kind benefactor, and they recovered part of the stolen funds. Things gradually improved, and we set a date for our wedding. Until Hugo returned from abroad, and her heart changed… I got off the bus and arrived home. As soon as I pushed open the door, the scene before me left me utterly shocked and horrified. Our carefully decorated wedding home was in complete disarray. The house that had been clean and tidy when I left was now littered with takeout boxes, with cockroaches crawling over them. On the balcony, my carefully nurtured succulents had been maliciously uprooted. Through the open bedroom door, I saw Hugo sitting on my bed while Jocelyn crouched beside him, coaxing him to take medicine. My mother lounged carelessly on my new sofa. The cushion I’d specially selected—printed with a photo of Jocelyn and me—had been torn to shreds by Hugo’s dog, with stuffing spilling out everywhere. “What are you doing here?” Seeing me return, my mother merely glanced at me, snorted, and said, “Jocelyn is carrying a Jones family child. I thought this apartment of yours was quite nice—it was meant to be your marital home anyway—so I let Jocelyn and Hugo move in together.” “This is my wedding home. What right does he have to live here?!” I looked at Hugo, who was hiding behind Jocelyn with smug eyes, and took a deep breath before saying, “Besides, I no longer plan to marry Jocel—” Before I could finish, my mother rushed over, grabbed my arm, and started hitting me. “I’ll kill you, you ungrateful wretch! Hugo is your own brother. He broke his leg because of you! What’s wrong with letting him stay in your apartment? If you ask me, you should just transfer the deed to him! Besides, Jocelyn is now carrying Hugo’s child—of course the baby’s father and mother should live together. As for you, contributing nothing all day—how do you expect to support Jocelyn and Hugo’s child?!” I almost laughed bitterly at the absurdity. Since childhood, my mother never liked me. When she was pregnant with me, my father had an affair. After I was born, she directed all her resentment toward me, though none of it was my fault. As a child, I still craved maternal love, striving for top grades, handling all household chores, saving money to buy her gifts, carefully trying to please her. But none of that compared to Hugo doing nothing at all. Later, when I told her about my plans to get married, her first reaction was to make it clear I shouldn’t expect her to provide any dowry or wedding gifts, let alone help with buying a house. She even handed me an account book, telling me to repay everything once I had money. The book recorded every expense spent on me since childhood, down to erasers costing mere pennies. Most ironically, the total she’d spent on me from birth until now amounted to only fifty thousand yuan—a pittance. From that moment on, I stopped hoping for any maternal love. I felt warmth on my forehead. When I touched it, there was blood. Taking a deep breath, I looked at the three people in the room: my birth mother, my brother, and the woman I had planned to spend my life with. My mind had never been clearer. “Hugo, you know perfectly well how your leg was broken!” Hugo’s eyes darted away for a moment. I smiled sarcastically and said, “This apartment is mine. If you want it, fine—pay for it. And…” I turned to Jocelyn, “If you didn’t hear me clearly on the phone, let me say it again: I’m letting you and Hugo be together. This wedding is off, for good!”

The room suddenly fell silent, and the expressions on the three faces weren’t pleasant. Jocelyn’s face showed a rare hint of panic as she walked toward me, seemingly wanting to explain something. Just then, my phone rang. I pulled it out and saw a reminder text from the Civil Affairs Bureau about our appointment tomorrow morning at eight to get our marriage certificate. I was stunned for a moment before remembering it was Susan Hall. We hadn’t contacted each other since that phone call. I assumed she was just kidding back then—marriage isn’t a small matter, after all. But unexpectedly, she had made an appointment at the Civil Affairs Bureau, and it was scheduled for tomorrow morning at eight. Why was she in such a hurry? I couldn’t help recalling how she had sweetly called me “husband” on the phone that day, and my ears began to heat up again. Jocelyn glimpsed the message content and sighed with relief. “Oscar, I know you’re just saying these things because I’ve been neglecting you lately. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely be on time for our appointment tomorrow.” Then, noticing the medicine bag in my hand, she took my hand and softened her tone. “Were you really sick? I thought you were lying. But seeing you standing here just fine, it can’t be anything serious. I promise I’ll make time for you from now on.” I didn’t explain. She took my silence as agreement and pulled me into the study. “Where’s that amulet I gave you before? Give it to me—Hugo wants it.” Her words struck me like lightning. “What did you say?” Though the amulet wasn’t valuable, it was something Jocelyn had gotten for me when she was pursuing me, kneeling at every third step on her way to the temple, a traditional act of devotion. She had even fallen ill because of it. It was precisely because of this that I vowed never to let her down, and I’d kept the amulet with me at all times. Jocelyn became irritated. “If you want one, I’ll buy you another one later. Right now, Hugo’s in a bad mood because of his broken leg. As his brother, you should be more accommodating!” Accommodating? Haven’t I been accommodating enough all these years? When has Hugo ever not gotten what he wanted? I’m even expected to give up my wife for him! I took off the amulet I had carefully worn around my neck, but didn’t immediately hand it over. “Jocelyn, did you ever really like me?” Jocelyn snatched the amulet from me. “Don’t be ridiculous! I’ve already agreed to marry you tomorrow, what more do you want? If you can’t even part with an amulet, how can I expect you to treat me well in the future?!” With that, she yanked open the study door and left. I stood there, watching drops of blood from my forehead fall onto the light oak floor, and whatever feelings I had left for Jocelyn completely vanished. After leaving, I immediately put the house up for sale. There was something I hadn’t told them—I’d been promoted, but needed to be transferred to another province. I had been hesitant before because I didn’t want to leave Jocelyn, but now I only felt relieved. I checked into a nearby hotel and soon received a video. In the video, the lights were flashing and the music was deafening, clearly at a bar. Jocelyn, dressed scantily, was sitting on Hugo’s lap. They were feeding each other mouth-to-mouth while people around them cheered. Someone nearby asked her, “Didn’t you say you’re getting your marriage certificate with Oscar tomorrow? Won’t he be angry if he finds out about you and his brother?” Jocelyn pressed her entire body against Hugo and replied confidently, “Even if he knows I’m carrying Hugo’s child, he’ll just throw a little tantrum, then rush to make an appointment at the Civil Affairs Bureau for tomorrow morning. Besides, Hugo is his own brother—what’s there to fuss about between family? The child will still be a Jones either way. If he were a real man, he’d be more generous about it!” Everyone around them roared with laughter. “Jocelyn is so impressive, keeping men wrapped around her finger!” “Men should be trained like dogs!” After the video ended, another message came through: [Oscar, you were born to be trampled under my feet!] Of course, I didn’t need to guess who sent the video. But my mood was surprisingly calm, and I even began looking forward to meeting Susan at the Civil Affairs Bureau tomorrow morning. I wonder if after all these years, she’s still the same as before…That night, I enjoyed the best sleep I’d had in a long time. When I woke up in the morning, the thought of seeing the little girl who used to follow me around years ago—and that we were going to get our marriage license—made me inexplicably nervous. I almost arrived late as a result. However, as soon as I reached the civil affairs bureau, I saw Jocelyn, dolled up excessively, pushing Hugo in his wheelchair. She looked me up and down, eyeing my suit with contempt before letting out a scornful laugh. “Seems like you’re taking this marriage license thing quite seriously, cleaning yourself up nicely!” She then pulled out a document from her bag. “But before we get the license, sign this agreement first.” I frowned, about to tell her that she wasn’t the one I was getting married to, but she had already forced the agreement into my arms, adding, “I’m only thinking about our future happiness. This way, you can’t say I took advantage of you later!” Hugo chimed in from the side: “That’s right, bro. Jocelyn stayed up all night working on this agreement. She even consulted Mom to make sure you wouldn’t feel it was unfair!” Not wanting to argue with them in public, I bit back my anger and glanced at the agreement. That one glance was enough to make me laugh sarcastically. [Agreement 1: After marriage, Oscar must treat the child in Jocelyn’s womb as his own, assume parental responsibilities, and pay no less than 10,000 yuan monthly for child support.] [Agreement 2: After marriage, Oscar must allow his brother Hugo to live with them and promise not to interfere with Hugo’s interactions with the child in Jocelyn’s womb.] [Agreement 3: After marriage, Jocelyn has the right to decide whether to have more children, and Oscar cannot interfere.] [Agreement 4: After marriage, Oscar must promise to leave his assets to the child in Jocelyn’s womb…] I couldn’t be bothered to read the rest. Calling this a one-sided agreement would be an understatement—they weren’t even treating me like a human being! Seeing me laugh, Jocelyn frowned and urged, “Oscar, what are you waiting for? Do you still want to get the license or not? Sign it now!” I looked up defiantly and, right in front of them, deliberately tore the agreement to shreds, throwing the pieces in their faces. “What do you take me for? Did you really think I’d sign something like this?” Jocelyn’s expression changed dramatically. She tried to threaten me again, starting to say, “You—” But I cut her off coldly, giving her a sidelong glance. “And who told you I was getting a marriage license with you?” Jocelyn’s face froze. Hugo quickly tried to smooth things over. “Bro, don’t be difficult. Everyone knows you won’t marry anyone but Jocelyn. We’ve finally made it to this day—don’t joke about something as serious as marriage. Besides, your appointment is at eight, right? If not with Jocelyn, who are you getting married to?” Jocelyn recovered her composure, crossing her arms and looking at me arrogantly. “Oscar, you’re just putting on this act to get my attention, aren’t you? I already told you, as soon as you sign this agreement, we can get our license!” I checked the time—it was already 8:10. Yet Susan still hadn’t shown up. Did she have an emergency, or had she changed her mind? Regardless, Jocelyn and I would absolutely never have any relationship again! Just as I was about to speak, a car horn sounded nearby, followed by a clear, sweet female voice: “Honey, I’m sorry I’m late.”

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