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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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My boyfriend had a female “meal buddy” at his company. They shared meals year-round with perfectly matched tastes. He ate egg whites while she ate the yolks; he gnawed on chicken feet while she enjoyed the drumsticks; he ate the bottoms of strawberries, she ate the tips. He even brought her along for birthday celebrations. “Tired of work meals, so I brought my little meal buddy for a treat.” When I couldn’t stand it anymore and demanded they maintain boundaries, he patted her head and smiled at me: “Don’t worry, she’s just a meal buddy.” We had a long cold war over this. Later, when he thought I had learned my lesson, he came with flowers, only to be shocked seeing a man peek out from under my blanket, staring coldly at him. He growled with reddened eyes: “Who is he?” Leaning against the headboard, I patted the handsome man’s face beneath me. “Don’t worry, he’s just a bed buddy.”

My Aldrich is a psychopath. He has bipolar disorder and broke his own leg to prevent me from marrying my fiancé. Later, I was murdered by my fiancé and best friend. That couple had sex at my funeral, planning how to spend my inheritance. My Aldrich, with his broken leg, hunted them across half the globe like a madman. Covered in blood, he brought their severed heads to my corpse that was left like spaghetti. Then he held me, stroked my head, and whispered: “Trista, Aldrich has always been here.” Living again in this second chance at life. When my fiancé embraced me, asking me to drug Aldrich’s water, I pushed away that man with his disgusting smile. “What did Aldrich ever do wrong?” “Aldrich just loves me too much.”

In the sixth year of my secret crush on Cruz Wells, we were still just friends. When I was hospitalized, he was there for me financially and emotionally, doing more than anyone else. When my cousin got engaged, he accompanied me to the celebration and presented the most lavish gift at the event. Everyone believed we would eventually end up together. Finally, I gathered my courage and confessed my feelings to him. But he gave me a dismissive glance, playing with the lighter in his hand, and chuckled softly: “I see you as a friend, and you want to sleep with me? Aya, don’t joke around.” I remained silent for a long while, and finally just nodded, “Okay.” After that day, we didn’t contact each other for a long time. When I received his call again, it was already two months later. He casually asked, “What have you been up to lately? Haven’t seen you in ages.” I glanced at the elegant yet aloof man sitting across from me and answered truthfully, “I’m on a date.” The moment I said that, I heard the shocking sound of a phone being smashed on the other end of the line.

On my wedding day, my boyfriend of six years suddenly disappeared during our vows. The altar stood empty, with only me awkwardly standing there, until giggles from a man and woman echoed from the adjacent restroom. It was Jett Blackwood’s voice. He’d forgotten he was wearing a microphone, and his affectionate tone was clearly audible throughout the entire venue. In front of all my family and friends, my best friend’s voice came through the speakers distinctly. “Jett, Kayla’s bra hook came undone.” “Silly girl, let me help you. Pink today, huh? So cute.” “Stop it! Don’t touch me like that, it tickles!” Everyone in the room turned to stare at me, their faces wearing telling expressions. The old me would have burst in there, crying and screaming, demanding to know if he ever took our relationship seriously. But now, I just wanted to protect my breast health and stay away from those who couldn’t understand.

After returning home from a six-month business trip, I discovered my boyfriend had found himself a dining companion. She bustled about in the kitchen, preparing three dishes and a soup, looking more like the lady of the house than I did, appearing incredibly domestic. As we were about to sit down for dinner, she cradled matching couple’s bowls—hers and my boyfriend’s—in both hands, and with a sheepish expression, stuck her tongue out at me. “Oh dear, I forgot we only have one set of bowls and chopsticks.” “Susan, let me find you something to put your rice in.” In front of Harrison, she served me rice in a disposable plastic bowl. Harrison offered no comment whatsoever. I understood then that I needed to break up with Harrison.

On Valentine’s night, I ran into my fiancé’s lover outside a bar. She had been drugged and was unconscious. This time, I pretended not to see her and walked away. In my previous life, I didn’t know her. When I kindly rescued her, I accidentally glimpsed my fiancé’s name tattooed on her collarbone. I thought it was a misunderstanding, but the next moment, when I answered her phone, I heard my fiancé’s voice on the other end. Overwhelmed with jealousy and rage, I hung up and ignored the 99 calls from my fiancé, only leaving after I had safely arranged for her to stay at my family’s hotel. But that night, his lover was assaulted by criminals and, overcome with shame, took her own life. After learning the truth, my fiancé acted as if nothing had happened and still held a grand wedding ceremony for me. However, on the day I discovered I was pregnant, he broke both my legs and imprisoned me at home. I completely broke down and asked him through my tears why he would do this. He laughed maniacally, “If it weren’t for you, Lacie wouldn’t have been assaulted, and she wouldn’t have committed suicide! It’s all your fault!” To my surprise, when I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day I met his lover outside the bar. 1 “Please, help me call my boyfriend…” Lacie Lee collapsed outside the bar, her face flushed, her consciousness already fading. Though it was just an ordinary request, cold sweat broke out on my back as I realized I had been reborn. This time, I pretended not to see her plea for help and quickened my pace away from the bar entrance. In my previous life, it was my compassion that led me to such a tragic fate. This time, I wouldn’t get involved no matter what. But before I could get far, Lacie struggled to her feet and tried to stop me again. In my carelessness, I was pushed to the ground by her. I cried out in pain, not noticing that the woman’s phone had started ringing, followed by my fiancé Jake Gordon’s voice: “Lacie, why did it take you so long to answer? Don’t you know how worried I was!” Lacie whined in a sweet, cloying voice: “I’m feeling so terrible, Jake darling. Someone drugged me. Jake, come save me quickly.” The man’s voice suddenly rose: “Hang on, Lacie. I’m coming right now!” Hearing Jake’s voice, I couldn’t help but shudder, the pain of having my legs broken by him in my previous life still fresh in my memory. Back then, I never imagined I would die at the hands of my fiancé, the man I was about to marry. In less than ten minutes, Jake arrived at the bar entrance. He anxiously took the woman into his arms and was about to leave when he finally noticed me still lying on the ground. “Ruby?” He was surprised to see me, followed by a flash of discomfort across his face. “You… what are you doing here…” I had twisted my leg, but I stood up, fighting through the intense pain. Avoiding his probing gaze, I acted as if I hadn’t heard him and walked toward the roadside, hailed a taxi, and went home. Soon after, Jake brought Lacie home too. The woman wrapped herself around him like an octopus, mumbling incoherent words. Seeing me, his expression turned awkward, and he quickly explained: “Lacie isn’t feeling well. I thought it wouldn’t be safe to leave her alone at home, so I brought her back. You don’t mind—” “I don’t mind,” I cut him off quickly, closing the door, noticing Jake’s complex gaze following me. That night, the sounds of their lovemaking faintly reached my ears through the guest room door. I covered my ears, wiping away tears that had fallen without my notice—not from jealousy, but from the fear of having survived a catastrophe. By dawn, the noises had quieted down, and I completely breathed a sigh of relief. In my previous life, I had been blinded by love, which was why I rejected all 99 calls Jake made to Lacie outside the bar and left her alone at the hotel. I hadn’t anticipated that Lacie would be assaulted by criminals that night and choose to end her life. Jake married me without saying a word, holding the enviable wedding as promised. But on the day I found out I was pregnant, he broke my legs and imprisoned me at home. When I asked him why through my pain-induced haze, I only received his merciless curses. He hated me, blamed me entirely for Lacie’s death, and had planned everything just to avenge her. This time, I wouldn’t interfere with them again. Of course, I would also extract myself from this relationship. The next day at noon, the two of them finally emerged from the bedroom.

Lacie’s exposed shoulders were covered in kiss marks. Upon seeing me, she lowered her head in feigned shyness. “Ruby, you weren’t upset last night, were you? Jake only had to… well, to save me. If you want to blame someone, blame me. I was useless, getting drugged like that.” “Please don’t take it to heart. I’d feel terrible if I caused problems with your wedding because of me.” As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes, making her look utterly pitiful. Hearing the commotion, Jake frowned and immediately confronted me: “I asked you last night too, Ruby. You said you didn’t mind. Why are you making Lacie cry now?” I was completely baffled: “She’s been rambling on her own and started crying by herself. What does that have to do with me?” At this, Jake’s frown deepened: “Then why would Lacie cry for no reason? I’ve already agreed to marry you—what more do you want!” Even though I’d already compromised, why wouldn’t these two leave me alone? With this thought, I looked him straight in the eyes: “If it’s such a burden for you, let’s cancel the engagement.” Jake froze in place. “Cancel the engagement?” Malice flashed in his eyes. “Ruby, you’re such a drama queen. Lacie was drugged. If I hadn’t saved her last night, she would have been in danger.” “And here you are, wanting to cancel our engagement over something so trivial! Do you think marriage is some small matter?” I never thought that way, but he had already torn off his hypocritical mask. I didn’t want to say much more and replied firmly: “I’ve suddenly realized something. Jake, we’re not right for each other.” “Not right for each other?” His gaze darkened before quickly turning to anger. “Ruby, don’t get it twisted. You were the one who said you liked me first.” In the beginning, I was indeed the one who fell for him first. After graduating from university abroad, where my parents had sent me to study, I returned home. At my welcome-back dinner, I fell for Jake at first sight. I did everything I could to learn about him, got his contact information, and gathered the courage to confess my feelings. Surprisingly, he neither agreed nor refused, only saying we could give it a try. I thought that even a glimmer of hope was enough. So we started meeting regularly, chatting, watching movies, and shopping together. Gradually, his gaze toward me softened, and he would instinctively protect me when crossing the street. Back then, I thought that was love, and I eagerly brought up our engagement to my father. But after we got engaged, Jake stopped spending time with me like before, and Lacie was suddenly always by his side. I was too one-sided in my feelings, which led me into this hopeless situation. Thinking about this, I took several deep breaths and said resignedly: “Yes, I liked you first. But now I don’t love you anymore, understand?” “Ruby!” His anger erupted as he dragged me into the bedroom, radiating fury. “What are you so angry about? I’ve already explained about Lacie. We grew up together—did you expect me to ignore her when she was in trouble?” “Please don’t use your filthy thoughts to judge our relationship!” Hearing the word “filthy,” I couldn’t help but laugh. “I’m filthy? Jake, yesterday was Valentine’s Day. When I asked you on a date, you said you had to work late, but one call from Lacie and you rushed to her. Who are you trying to fool?” “She even has your name tattooed on her shoulder. How can you say there’s nothing between you?!” These words had been suppressed in my heart for too long. Finally saying them out loud still felt painful. He couldn’t respond for a long time before turning and leaving. I couldn’t be bothered to pursue it further. I took a taxi home and told my mother about canceling the engagement. Mom was shocked at first, but after hearing the whole story, she cursed angrily: “I really misjudged him! Fine, we’ll pretend the wedding is still on and let all our relatives and friends see him humiliated!” By the time I got home, it was already evening. As soon as I entered, the messy shoe rack and closet almost made me think burglars had broken in. After checking, I discovered that several limited-edition dresses and high heels Jake had given me were all missing. Just then, the door opened. Jake and Lacie walked in hand in hand. She was wearing my clothes and shoes—the very ones from my closet.

When they saw me, the two immediately let go of each other’s hands. Lacie explained in a sweet voice, “Ruby, please don’t misunderstand. I didn’t mean to wear your clothes. Yesterday, my clothes were all torn, so Jake told me to take something from your closet.” Jake had always given me gifts on every important anniversary. He knew I disliked matching outfits with others, so the clothes and bags he bought me were all limited editions. But now, those items he once claimed were exclusively mine were being worn by another woman. Seeing that I didn’t respond, Jake looked quite displeased. “It’s just a piece of clothing. Why are you looking at me like that? You have so many clothes anyway, what’s wrong with letting Lacie wear a few?” I kept my face expressionless, nodded, and said, “I understand.” Jake was still unsatisfied, his brows furrowing. “What are you thinking, Ruby? Why are you pretending not to care? Do you think this will get my attention?” I looked up, meeting his eyes directly. “Have you considered that I genuinely don’t care?” Jake grew even angrier. He glared at me, then took Lacie’s hand and went into the bedroom. I knew he was angry, but I didn’t want to deal with it. After all, I was about to leave this place. 3 Jake stayed angry for a long time. He hadn’t spoken to me for days, expecting me to seek reconciliation like I used to. Unfortunately for him, I was too busy preparing for my departure abroad to pay him any attention. A year after graduation, my overseas professor had suggested I join their research group for further studies, but back then, I was so infatuated with Jake that I refused without a second thought. Looking back now, I was truly a complete fool. Lacie appeared at my home from time to time, treating it like a hotel, even brazenly using my belongings as if she were the lady of the house. I pretended not to notice any of it, focusing entirely on my own affairs. I just couldn’t understand why Jake still refused to cancel our engagement, especially when I was no longer interfering with their relationship. I didn’t believe he truly loved only me as he claimed. So I followed my mother’s advice, pretending the wedding was still on, keeping everything as it was. When Jake learned about this, he was quite pleased and even approached me on his own. “I told you, Ruby. You’ll never be able to leave me in this lifetime, so stop lying to yourself about canceling the engagement.” “By the way, Lacie wants to experience what a wedding feels like, so she wants to be your bridesmaid. You don’t mind, right?” he added casually, not even bothering to look at me. In my previous life, I had taken my wedding very seriously, and my bridesmaids were naturally my close friends of many years, not Lacie. But this time, the wedding was just an illusion. Thinking of this, I nodded, completely indifferent. “Sure, that’s fine.” Hearing this, he stared at me in surprise for a long while, then finally said menacingly, “I’m warning you, don’t bully Lacie or try any tricks!” I certainly had no such intentions. A few days later, the wedding company asked me to try on wedding dresses, and I didn’t refuse. Lacie came along too. “Wow, Ruby, this wedding dress is so beautiful! Can I try it on?” In the store, Lacie couldn’t stop admiring the diamond-encrusted mermaid wedding dress displayed in the center. It was indeed beautiful. Even I was stunned when I first saw it. Jake had specially invited a master designer from abroad to create it for me, and spent a fortune to have 99 South African diamonds sewn onto it, making it extraordinarily luxurious. Jake said only I deserved such a wedding dress. In my previous life, I had been immersed in this happiness, ultimately walking toward death. But now, I didn’t even frown as I nodded in agreement: “Sure, it’ll fulfill your dream of being a bride.” Seeing my calm reaction, Jake frowned deeply and questioned me: “Ruby, this was designed specifically for you, a wedding dress that belongs only to you in this world. How can you just let someone else wear it?” I raised an eyebrow and said, “It’s just a fitting. Does wearing my wedding dress mean Lacie will replace me and marry you?” Both of their faces changed at my words. Jake’s expression turned particularly fierce as he slammed his fist on the table. “Ruby, what nonsense are you talking about!” I shrugged and smiled. “I’m just saying. It’s just a wedding dress. If Lacie wants to wear it, let her. After all, you said you and Lacie have known each other since childhood. I should be more tolerant and generous.” His brow furrowed even more as his eyes fixed on me, his thoughts unreadable. Finally, he said disdainfully, “Fine, whatever you want.” In the end, Lacie got her wish to wear the wedding dress and even pulled Jake in for photos, asking the photographer to capture the moment. However, Jake’s gaze occasionally fell on me, making him seem distracted. I knew what he was thinking—wondering why I wasn’t clinging to him like before, why I didn’t care anymore. But having been reborn, this time I only wanted to survive. Soon, the wedding day arrived. Jake went to the venue alone. Amid the cheers of the guests, Jake felt inexplicably nervous. He adjusted his bow tie and looked at the door ahead. The host announced that his bride was waiting behind that door. But when the door opened, the bride who should have been waiting for him was nowhere to be found.

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