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My name is Cynthia Mitchell, and I had a fiancé named Henry Williams. At an investment banquet, Henry’s secretary recklessly poured a glass of red wine over investor Jason Miller and berated him loudly. To seek revenge on Henry, Jason demanded that Henry’s lover, Annie Crawford, spend a night with him, or else he would withdraw his investment. In order to ensure the successful IPO of Williams Group, Henry handed me a glass of drugged wine, intending to sacrifice me. He looked at me, his eyes filled with hesitation. “Annie is different from you. She just graduated—pure and innocent. “Cynthia, don’t struggle. I’ll make it up to you once Williams Group goes public.” ***** When I woke up, I saw the man across from me. My voice was hoarse as I said, “I’ll sign the agreement.” Antonio Steers closed the file in his hand and adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. He looked at me with a condescending smile. “Then I wish us a pleasant cooperation, Ms. Mitchell.” As I looked at his refined, pale face, I recalled the scene from last night. When I was being dragged toward a room by that greasy investor, the elevator doors opened. Antonio stood straight inside, like a king. As the elevator doors were about to close, I cried out to him for help. The image of that man being brutally beaten to the ground, covered in blood, was still vivid in my mind. I swallowed hard, unsure if I had made the right choice. Suppressing my unease, I forced myself to say, “Of course, we will.” When I finished packing and left the hotel, I ran into Henry and Annie in the lobby. He was holding Annie affectionately. When he saw me, Henry awkwardly let go of Annie. Annie, however, rushed over to me with feigned concern. She pretended to be grateful, but her eyes were full of provocation. “Cynthia, are you okay? “Did that old man torment you? I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. If only I had endured his harassment, you wouldn’t have had to go through all this.” The crowd around us fell silent for a moment upon hearing this gossip. They all glanced at me discreetly, their gazes filled with both disdain and pity. Henry shot me a look of disgust and pulled Annie back to his side, scolding her, “You’ll never have to endure it. Girls must learn to protect themselves.” Seeing Henry ignore me, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of bitterness. I stepped forward, tears welling up in my eyes, and looked at him. “Henry, nothing happened last night. Do you believe me?” Henry’s expression stiffened for a moment, and his attitude softened slightly. Annie tugged at his sleeve, pouting, and said with feigned concern, “Mr. Miller said he would withdraw his investment if we didn’t meet his demands. But this morning, he called Henry and said the cooperation would continue. “I know every woman would choose to escape reality in such a situation. “I also know, Cynthia, you’re lying to save face. I understand.” I clenched my fists and glared at her. “Shut up.” Last night, when I was dazed and soaked in ice-cold water, Antonio pulled me out of the bathtub, pressed me against the wall, and made me listen. On the other side of the wall, they were opening champagne and celebrating loudly. They were convinced that once this deal was secured, Williams Group would successfully go public. Henry looked at me with displeasure, scolding me for yelling at his little lover. “Why are you being so harsh? Was she wrong?” I stared at Henry in shock, tears slowly filling my eyes. Perhaps my unusual demeanor startled Henry, as he rarely stepped forward to comfort me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and whispered, “Cynthia, you have to believe your sacrifice is worth it. Once Williams Group goes public, I’ll make it up to you.” Seeing that I remained silent, he gradually grew impatient and said in a firm tone, “I know you desperately want to marry me. Once Williams Group goes public, we’ll have the wedding, okay?” Looking at his impatient expression, I laughed at myself bitterly, “Cynthia, this is the man you’ve been chasing after, the man you’ve burned yourself out for, dedicating your youth to.” My desire to spend my life with him had completely vanished by now. I raised my head, holding back my tears, and said to him firmly, “No, I don’t want to marry you anymore.” Annie flashed a sly smile and exclaimed, “That’s great! You don’t deserve Henry anyway.” But Henry’s face suddenly darkened. He stared at me with a heavy gaze, not saying a word, trying to pressure me into submission. In the past, whenever he fell silent like this, I would immediately apologize and try everything to please him. But this time, I didn’t avoid his gaze. I spoke word by word, “Henry, I mean it. I don’t want to marry you anymore. This relationship ends here.” “Cynthia,” he roared at me. I stood my ground, unmoved. After a long stare-down, he sneered, “I’ll wait for the day you regret this.” With that, he left me behind and walked away with Annie.

That evening, as I was packing my belongings in my apartment, a notification sound from a social media platform alerted me to an update from a special follow. I opened it and saw a video of Henry and Annie. They were on a beach, kissing under a grand fireworks display. Watching this scene, memories flooded back like a tidal wave. When Henry loved me the most, he promised to give me the most romantic fireworks show and propose to me under the fireworks. I put away my phone and looked at the pile of packed boxes, feeling empty inside. I used to think Henry and I would be together forever. I had bought so many things to decorate the home of my dreams, but leaving turned out to be easier than I had imagined. After sending off my luggage, I returned to Williams Group. I walked into the office and found my belongings scattered in a corner, and the office had been redecorated in pink. I glanced outside the door, and my colleagues avoided eye contact with me. They pretended to be busy with their work, keeping their heads down and saying nothing, until a commanding voice broke the silence. “Hurry up. Throw out that desk too. It’s hideous. “The taste here is so outdated.” Annie walked in, looking at me smugly. “Sorry, Henry said this office is mine now. “You haven’t been here, so I took the liberty of organizing your things. “You don’t mind, do you, old bitch?” I gave her a faint glance, ignored her, and crouched down to search for a trophy that meant a lot to me. But I couldn’t find it no matter how hard I looked. I looked up at Annie. “Where did you hide my trophy?” Annie pulled out a cylindrical glass trophy from the desk. “Are you talking about this cheap thing?” I reached out to her. “Give it back to me.” She looked at me, a scornful smile on her face, her eyes filled with malice. I had a bad feeling and tried to grab the trophy. The next moment, the trophy was smashed heavily onto the ground. I froze, staring at the shattered glass on the floor. The anger I had been suppressing finally erupted. I pushed her away. “What the hell gives you the right to break it?” This trophy was the first national innovation award I had won during college, and it was because of this achievement that Henry’s Williams Group had been able to grow. Later, when Williams Group lacked clients, I gave up my beloved research and development to switch to sales. This trophy had always been placed in the most prominent spot, reminding me not to abandon my original passion. I had planned to return to research and development after marrying Henry. I crouched down and picked up the metal base, which bore my name and honor. Even if it was broken, I would collect the fragments. Suddenly, I heard a whimpering cry and Henry’s furious voice behind me. “Cynthia, what did you do?” I turned around, startled. Annie was sobbing in Henry’s arms, a trace of blood on her elbow from the shattered glass. “It hurts so much, Henry…” Henry held her elbow, blowing on it tenderly, then glared at me. “Cynthia, how could you be so vicious? Was your usual nice persona all an act? “It was my decision to let Annie take your position. You didn’t dare confront me, so you bullied a naive girl who just graduated.” I stood up and looked at them. I recalled that I had pushed Annie, but I hadn’t pushed her to the ground. “It wasn’t me.” “Then who was it? Are you saying you didn’t push her? Do you think I’m blind?” Other employees poked their heads out, curious about the commotion. “Aren’t you going to apologize to Annie? “Don’t you have any manners at all? Have all these years in sales been for nothing? “Did you get your orders by playing up to clients?” I tightened my grip on the metal base, feeling deeply humiliated. My resentment spilled out uncontrollably. Since I was leaving anyway, I might as well vent about the injustices I had suffered. With red eyes, I shouted at him, “Henry, how can you insult me like this? Do you have any conscience? “Do you know how much I’ve sacrificed for Williams Group over the years? I braved wind and sun to bring in clients for you. I stayed up late revising proposals. You’re right, you are blind. “You’ve not only dismissed all my efforts and achievements, but you’re also slandering me. “Who told you that? Annie? “Do you trust her so much? You’ve only known her for six months.” After I finished speaking, I glared at him. Henry was speechless. He hadn’t expected me, who had always been obedient, to fight back. He felt humiliated in front of his employees, and his expression turned terrifying. I didn’t want to deal with them anymore and was about to leave when Henry suddenly grabbed my arm forcefully. A hard slap landed on my face, and a ringing sound filled my ears. Everyone was stunned. “You hurt Annie and think you can just leave? It’s not that easy. “Annie and I may have only known each other for six months, but she’s purer than you. How could a fresh graduate be as scheming as a woman who’s been dealing with men for years? “I believe she wouldn’t lie to me. “And now she’s hurt, but you’re standing here unharmed.” I covered my face, looking at him in disbelief. Even when we argued in the past, he had never hit me. But for Annie, he had crossed that line. I felt my heart die. All the words I wanted to say were stuck in my throat, and I no longer wanted to argue. “Henry, don’t fight with Cynthia because of me.” Annie, pretending to be fragile in Henry’s arms, let out a sob. “My wrist hurts so much.” Henry anxiously picked her up. Before leaving, he glanced at me and issued a cold command. “I’m transferring you to the Spring County branch. “Come back once you know your mistake. “Pack your things and get out. Now!”

When I checked out of the hotel and was about to leave, Henry’s mother, Megan Williams, contacted me. She was one of the few people here who genuinely cared about me. “Sweetie, did you and Henry have a fight? “Yesterday, I went to Williams Group and didn’t see you. Someone told me you were transferred to Spring County. Tell me if Henry did something wrong, and I’ll make sure he fixes it.” I moved Megan’s hand away from mine and said seriously, “Henry and I have already broken up. “I’m leaving today, and I might not come back.” “Broken up?” Megan sat up straight in shock, looking at me with concern. “Did Henry do something wrong? “Is it because of that new secretary?” My eyes darkened. “I’ve already made things clear with him. Thank you for your kindness before. “I’ve booked a flight for this afternoon, and I’m running out of time. I’m sorry.” I stood up, grabbed my suitcase, and was about to leave, but Megan held onto my luggage tightly. “Sweetie, listen to me. Men are all fickle. He just made a mistake that all men make. “Believe me, marry Henry. With me backing you up, no other woman can shake your position. I only acknowledge you as part of our family.” At that moment, a noise came from the doorway. I turned to look and saw Henry. Megan happily went to greet him. “Sweetie, Henry’s back. He still cares about you. Clear up the misunderstanding. You’ll have a wedding next month.” When Henry heard the word “wedding”, his face darkened, and he stormed toward me. “Cynthia, how dare you come here to bother my mom and make her trick me into coming home. “Just because my mom likes you, you want to use her to pressure me, don’t you? “Didn’t you reject me when I proposed marriage?” He looked at me with a smug expression, his eyebrows raised. “You regret it now, don’t you? “I knew you couldn’t let me go. You don’t want to go to Spring County. “If you beg me and apologize to Annie, I’ll let you stay at headquarters. How about that? “As for the wedding, you missed your chance once. I’ll need to see how you perform.” Megan frowned and slapped Henry’s arm. “What nonsense are you talking about? “She didn’t bother me. I came here for her. “Promise Cynthia that you’ll fire that homewrecker and never contact her again.” Henry snorted coldly. “Cynthia, I really didn’t expect that everyone, regardless of gender or age, falls for your tricks. You even managed to make my mom listen to you like this.” The last bit of goodwill I had for Henry vanished. “If you fire Annie and apologize to me, I’ll marry you right away.” Henry was shocked, and his expression showed that he had expected this. “Dream on.” At that moment, his phone suddenly rang, and the unique ringtone echoed in the room. I remembered how many times this ringtone had gone off, and he would always avoid me from answering the call. “Hello, Annie, what’s wrong?” My already dead heart felt a sharp pang of pain. So, they had already been sneaking around behind my back for a long time. “Okay, wait for me there. I’ll be right over.” Megan grabbed his sleeve. “No. You’re not going anywhere. Apologize to Cynthia! I only like Cynthia. You can’t break up with her.” Henry glared at me impatiently. “Mom, stop causing trouble.” With that, he pushed Megan aside and left without looking back. Megan, holding her injured waist, stared in shock at Henry’s retreating figure. She slapped her thigh and cried, “How did I end up with such a son? He abandoned such an excellent girlfriend and ran into the arms of a bad woman.” Then she looked at me pitifully and said, “Sweetie, take me to the hospital. I’ll make sure Henry comes back to his senses.” I frowned and glanced at my watch. I was running out of time, so I refused, “I’ll call an ambulance for you. Goodbye.” As I left, I heard wailing and crying behind me. By the time I boarded the plane, the news of the engagement between the heir of Steers Group and the heiress of Mitchell Group had already gone viral, accompanied by a side-profile photo of me and Antonio at the banquet. And my contractual fiancé was already waiting for me at the airport.

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My mother opened two bank accounts for my brother and me. Each account was filled with our pocket money, and she stated that the money was earmarked to cover the costs of our future weddings. However, when it came to my wedding day, she didn’t give me my bank card and even snatched away my engagement gift. “I’ll deposit the money into the bank account so that you can use it to buy a house in the future.” Later, I fell critically ill and needed a significant amount of money for an operation. However, my mother assumed that I was fabricating the situation to swindle money. “To swindle money, you even cursed yourself. How could I have a gold-digging daughter like you?” In a state of despair, I resorted to stealing the card. However, upon checking the balance, I was dumbfounded. At the same time, several of my brother’s Instagram posts popped up on my phone screen, showing off his newly purchased luxury car. On the wedding day, I waited with anticipation for my mother to hand me that card, but I did not get it throughout. So, upon returning home, I pulled her into the room and asked, “Mom, you promised to give me the card when I got married. Why haven’t I received it yet?” She patted my hand with a smile and said, “Amelia, your current house has just two bedrooms. When your baby is born in the future, surely you’ll want a bigger place. I’ve put the money in a fixed-term deposit to earn more interest. It’ll be wonderful when you can use that money to buy a new residence. Trust me, I’m not deceiving you! “I’ve also put your engagement gift money into the deposit. When the time is due, there will be enough funds for the down payment on a house.” “Alright, Mom. I won’t withdraw the money, but I want to keep the card. It will be nice to just have it with me when I sleep!” I stretched out my hand to grab the bank card from my mother, but she spun around and placed the card in her cabinet. “When it expires, I will give it to you. You’re not good at saving money. After squandering it, you’ll regret it!” Since my mother had locked the cabinet, despite my reluctance, there was nothing I could do. Thus, I had no choice but to ask her when it would expire. She told me that it would take a year. It was May now, so it would only expire next May. I was disappointed yet helpless. The next day, just as my husband and I were preparing to head home, my brother burst into the living room, kicking the door open with a swagger. Upon seeing us, he let out a whistle. Then, he sauntered over to me like a thug, slapped my arm, and said, “Amelia, I’m short on cash these days. Loan me some.” I shook my head bitterly. “I’m short of money as well. All of my funds are in mom’s bank account.” My brother asked, “Didn’t Mom give you the card?” I shook my head again. “She said it was on a fixed-term deposit and told me to leave the card with her.” My brother gave me a meaningful look and smiled, “A fixed-term deposit is really good. It yields a substantial amount of interest. Besides, it contains all your scholarships and pocket money from your childhood, so the sum must be quite significant.” Somehow, I was thoroughly confused. I had the urge to inquire of him whether he was privy to certain information, yet he didn’t carry on with the topic. Instead, he simply waved his hand at me. “My friend called me out for a drink. I’m leaving now.” I watched my brother’s retreating figure as he rushed away, constantly having the feeling that he and my mother were hiding something from me.

Shortly after arriving home, I experienced stomach pain and thus went to the hospital. The doctor diagnosed it as the early stage of stomach cancer. He stated that as it was merely in the early stage, if treated promptly, the cure rate could reach as high as 95%. But the cost of operation and treatment added up to about 100 thousand dollars. My husband and I just got married, and neither of our families was rich. As a result, we were unable to come up with such a huge at once. Consequently, I thought about the bank card in which my mother had saved money for me. After making up my mind, I went back to her house the next day. Upon hearing my words, she shot me a cold glance. “I’ve just informed you that it’s a fixed-term deposit and that I’m keeping the card for you. But, within just a few days, you are using this excuse to ask me for money. You clearly don’t trust me at all. Do you actually believe that I will embezzle your money? “Your father and I are engaged in business. I’m not a housewife with no income. Do you think I’m interested in this paltry sum of money?” I never anticipated that my mother would view me in such a light. Despite feeling both sad and disappointed, I still explained to her patiently, “Mom, I’m not deceiving you. I’m truly ill. Look, here’s the case record provided by the hospital!” With that, I handed her my case record. My mother took it and stared at it coldly. Next, she ripped it into shreds and flung them at my face. The cover of the case report was rather sharp, and it directly scratched my face. She sneered, “To get the card, you’ve even gone so far as to fake a case record. Ever since childhood, you’ve been full of schemes. Unlike your brother, who’s always been so affectionate towards me, you seem to just be born to hound me for money. How utterly exasperating!” Stunned by her words, I hurriedly explained, “Mom, how can you think of me in such a way? How could I possibly go and fake a case to lie to you because I don’t trust you? I’m really sick and need money for treatment. I’m not lying to you!” However, my mother didn’t believe me at all. She just kept sneering, “You asked me for the card just a few days ago, and now, all of a sudden, you’re sick. How could there be such a coincidence? It’s simply impossible! “I worked hard to bring you up and shelled out a fortune. The money on your card isn’t enough to pay it back. Before asking me for money, you should consider the debt you owe us. Even if I don’t hand over the card, you’ve no grounds to hold it against me! How dare you attempt to swindle me out of money?” My mother’s words struck me like a thunderbolt. My heart broke, as if a knife were slicing it. Since childhood, I had to make do with my brother’s leftovers for food and wear my cousin’s cast-off clothes. In fact, my mother had never spent much money on me. It was truly unexpected that she would say such accusatory words to me. Through this argument, I was already certain that she had no intention of giving me the card or the money today. However, my stomach cancer couldn’t afford to wait. I was left with no choice but to plead with her for the money to see a doctor. So, I begged her desperately, “Mom, I’ll pay back every cent I owe you. Could you please take out 100 thousand dollars so I can see the doctor first?”

But my mother simply ignored my pleas, completely overwhelmed by anger. “Pay back what you owe before asking to borrow more! Do you think you’re so smart, faking an illness to extort money from me? Do you really believe I’d be duped by your poor acting, get morally blackmailed, and ultimately have no choice but to hand over the money? “Amelia, aren’t you ashamed of lying? Ever since childhood, you’ve been a handful, always plotting and not as innocent as your brother. You’re constantly convinced that I’m partial to him. But reflect on yourself. What about you makes you worthy of my favor? “What I detest above all else is how petty, greedy for money, and full of deceit you are. You are as eager for wealth as a robber. No child should ever browbeat their mother for money. You still owe me money, and even if you are to take care of me in the future, you should give me money, not the other way around! How utterly shameless!” My mother’s insults broke my heart, leaving me so devastated that I was unable to utter a word. I could only clutch my aching stomach. My silence intensified her anger, so she picked up a broom to banish me. “You are quite ungrateful. Get the hell out of here. I don’t want a daughter like a debt collector!” I was defenseless against my mother’s assault with the broom and had no choice but to be chased out of the house by her. The instant I stepped out, she forcefully slammed the door shut, as if the person she was expelling wasn’t her own daughter, but rather a beggar. It was a sweltering summer day. Yet, as I stood outside, a bone-chilling cold seemed to penetrate my very being. The tears I had been suppressing for ages finally cascaded down my cheeks. Leaning against the railing, I hunched my upper body and crouched down. It turned out that in my mother’s eyes, I was such a sinister and cunning girl. During my childhood, to save money, I frequently took on part-time jobs every summer vacation and in my spare time, like copying homework for my classmates to make some money. I earned my income through my own hard work. In contrast to my younger brother, who was indolent and spent his days solely focused on playing, I was cast as a conniving villain. However, it was my mother who had promised to help me save any money I earned through my own hard work. When I was a child, even though I always shared my food with my brother, she still suspected that I had hidden motives. In fact, she was right in a way. But all I wanted was to be kind to my brother in the hope that my parents would treat me kindly in return! I kept pondering what on earth I could have done wrong to evoke such intense hatred from my mother. The pain in my stomach grew so intense that it became almost unbearable, and my tears flowed ceaselessly. But I had to survive. Having entered this world without any fault on my part, I couldn’t bear to die with blame. I must convince my mother that I was not at fault. So, I took a brief rest in the corner, biding my time until she left the house. Then, I quietly slipped back into the house. After rummaging through all of her drawers, I finally found the key to the drawer with the bank card in the corner of the study drawer. With the card, I hailed a taxi and headed for the bank. Along the way, my sadness was replaced by a growing sense of anticipation. I was quite curious. How much money is on the card? Is it 300 thousand dollars, 400 thousand dollars, or 500 thousand dollars? When I thought about that sum of money, the pain in my stomach seemed to subside a bit. Upon arriving at the bank, I stood in front of the ATM and took a deep breath to suppress my excitement. With utmost care, I slid my bank card into the ATM slot and entered the PIN number. All the while, I was like a deeply devout believer. However, when I pressed the inquiry button and laid eyes on the balance within, the numbers were like a bucket of ice-cold water dousing me from head to toe. All the excitement and euphoria turned into hopelessness and despair in an instant. The balance on the screen plainly indicated a value of zero.

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At the company’s annual dinner, Meryl Wilde, the new intern, approached our table with a half-empty bottle of homemade wine, her cheeks flushed as she insisted on toasting with everyone. Her first toast was to Leon Hunter, the financial director. That very night, he was arrested for embezzlement and cooking the books. Mysteriously, Meryl suddenly mastered all financial operations overnight and skyrocketed through three ranks to become the new financial director. Her second toast went to Rylan Downey, our top salesperson. After the holiday, every old and new client cut ties with him, demanding to work exclusively with Meryl. The new financial director became the company’s golden child, her salary jumping from a modest three thousand to a million dollars per year. Meanwhile, Rylan found himself blacklisted in the industry and tragically took his own life. My world soon crumbled as she finished the last drops of wine in my toast. My father, Simon Sinclair, presented a DNA test that threw me out of the family. I plummeted from being the highly-regarded heiress of the group to a housekeeper’s daughter. At the same time, Meryl was revealed as the true Sinclair heiress. Later, my parents died in a sudden car crash on their way to a business meeting. Meryl smoothly took control of the family business and inherited everything. I met a tragic end at the hands of the housekeeper’s son, who used me to settle his debts. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the company’s annual dinner. ***** The dazzling lights in the banquet hall made my head spin, and it took me a moment to regain my composure. “Please, make yourselves at home and enjoy the evening!” Meryl approached our table with a half-empty bottle of wine and a sweet smile, but despite the lively atmosphere, I felt a chill run down my spine. I remember this scene from my previous life. Meryl, slightly tipsy, insisted on toasting everyone at the table. After pouring just three glasses, her bottle ran dry, and she passed out right there. I had to arrange for someone to take her home. Now, here she was again, standing right before us. “As a newcomer, I know I have much to learn from all of you,” she said warmly. “I brought some of my homemade wine to liven up the party. I hope you’ll do me the honor of trying it!” The annual toast was a tradition, but only middle management would usually approach us. Lower-level employees typically kept their distance. When Meryl appeared, none of us would have known her name if the HR director, Ronan Pierce, hadn’t introduced her. Yet here she was, acting like we were old friends, her intense gaze sweeping over us as she confidently poured the wine. “Oh my, the last drops are for Ms. Sinclair,” she said casually. As before, she had calculated ideally—exactly three glasses, and the bottle emptied right as she reached me. Noticing her flushed face, I offered her my drink as a substitute for alcohol, but she stubbornly insisted on having wine. Not wanting to embarrass the intern by implying I looked down on her brought wine, I drank it all despite its strange, fishy taste. Meryl exclaimed excitedly, “Wow! Ms. Sinclair, you’re such a great drinker!” She proudly showed my empty glass to everyone at the table, trembling with excitement and wild enthusiasm in her eyes. I smiled with a frown, thinking she was just tipsy, and didn’t think much of it. Then Meryl brought her wine glass to Leon’s side. Leon downed his drink in one go, and Rylan followed suit to be polite. The three of us finished all the wine she poured. The atmosphere at the table peaked, with Meryl barely able to contain her excitement. She slurred drunkenly, “Perfect, you all finished it!” “Every last drop!” she added with an unsettling mix of drunken excitement and something darker that gave me goosebumps. It was then that I noticed something off about the wine’s taste. Remembering Meryl’s shadowy looks and strange tone, I felt a chill run down my spine. Leon noticed my unease and suggested we get some fresh air on the balcony, touching his throat as he spoke. As Simon’s former military buddy, Leon mentored me when I first joined the company. He taught me about every department. He was both a teacher and a friend to me. But shortly after we sat on the balcony, the police arrested him for embezzlement. The prosecutor’s office found damning evidence at his home. I couldn’t believe a decorated veteran with three medals of honor would do such a thing. Unable to bear the false accusations and lacking evidence to defend himself despite his innocence, he left a handwritten note before taking his own life. By the time I attended his funeral, the holidays were over. When I returned to work, I found the company in turmoil. The distributors Rylan had carefully cultivated were now demanding to work exclusively with Meryl, threatening to end all cooperation otherwise. Rumors spread that Rylan had been taking kickbacks and exploiting the distributors, pushing them to rebel finally. I was the only one who sensed these successive events were somehow connected, too coincidental to be random. A week later, Meryl showed up at my house with DNA test results. “Ms. Sinclair, I am the chairman’s real daughter. You’re just a housekeeper’s illegitimate child who has been impersonating me all these years. It’s time to return everything that rightfully belongs to me.” The housekeeper said she had switched me with Meryl, making me the Sinclair family heiress. She took me away to settle her son’s gambling debts. I met a tragic end at their hands. Meanwhile, Meryl became the company’s CFO overnight, controlling key distributor relationships. With her newly proven identity as the true heiress, she smoothly took over my position as vice president. Three months later, my parents died in a sudden car accident. As the sole heiress of the Sinclair family, she inherited all the assets. The three of us who once symbolized power, wealth, and strength instantly fell from grace. Like a bolt of lightning, clarity struck my chaotic thoughts. Meryl was behind it all! We had all drunk the wine she had personally made!

I instinctively wanted to escape when I saw Meryl approaching with a bottle of wine. But before I could move, she called out loudly, “Ms. Sinclair, I’m honored to meet you finally! “I’m the new intern here, and I’ve only heard about you from others. I haven’t had the chance to meet you in person yet. I hope I can learn a lot from you!” Her voice trembled with nervousness, and her eyes were red with emotion. Everyone was surprised to see a new hire approaching the executives’ table to make a toast. Noticing their startled expressions, Ronan quickly stepped in to smooth things over. Ronan said, “Ms. Sinclair, Mr. Hunter, this is our new intern, Meryl. I apologize for not introducing her earlier. “Since everyone’s here, come on, Meryl, fill up everyone’s glasses and toast the executives.” My heart skipped a beat when he removed his glass and let Meryl fill everyone else’s with her bottle. Fragments of memories from my past life flooded back. If I remember correctly, Meryl only had an associate’s degree, yet she landed an internship at our company. Later, all her promotions were directly recommended by the HR director to Simon. After the company’s crisis, almost all the executives loyal to me were fired. At the same time, Ronan got promoted and became a major shareholder alongside Meryl. A chill ran down my spine as the realization hit me. I dug my nails into my palms to stay composed, but the memories of my past life still filled me with dread. When I remained silent, she held her wine glass with tears in her eyes. “Do you look down on my homemade wine, Ms. Sinclair?” Meryl asked tremblingly. “I brought it, especially from my hometown. It may not be as fancy as expensive wines, but I promise it’s clean!” she insisted. The atmosphere grew tense as her choked-up voice drew attention from others around us. “I’m sorry, Meryl, but I’ve already had a lot to drink. Why don’t we toast with soda instead?” I suggested diplomatically. When I still hadn’t picked up the wine glass, she became visibly upset and started wiping away tears, even taking a sip to prove her point. “Please trust me, the wine is excellent! We all make it back home! If you don’t want this glass, I can get you a fresh one. Just please don’t be angry with me!” Meryl’s tearful manipulation had backed me into a corner. Though I kept my face neutral, I noticed her subtle smirk and the unsettling look in her eyes. While I appeared calm outside, I was breaking into a cold sweat. Several people around us tried to smooth things over. “Ms. Sinclair, Meryl is putting herself out there. Just a small gesture would mean a lot!” someone chimed in. “That’s right! Just take a tiny sip! Show some encouragement to our intern!” Ronan added, pushing the glass towards me as if refusing would make me seem cruel to my staff. Seeing her chance, Meryl quickly raised her glass to toast with me. Their calculating eagerness was plain; even other employees gave me loaded looks. Left with no choice, I reluctantly took the glass. But just as it was about to touch my lips, breaking glass in the distance snapped me back to my senses. Pretending to be drunk, I stumbled and let the wine glass slip through my fingers. The dark red wine dripped down my coat, and in my panicked attempt to clean it up, I deliberately knocked over Leon’s and Rylan’s wine glasses on either side. Seeing the mess on the table, I felt relieved that my plan had worked. I apologized profusely to Meryl, “I’m so sorry! I guess I’ve had way too much to drink tonight. What a waste of such good wine! “Keep up the good work! There are lots of opportunities for growth in the company!” I said encouragingly. I gave her hand a supportive pat before excusing myself to change my clothes and leave the dinner party. Once outside, I called my assistant and instructed them to collect Ronan’s and Meryl’s used cutlery and wine glasses separately after dinner.

My heart was still racing even after the dinner ended. After the driver dropped me off at home, I received a call from Leon. Leon’s voice was concerned as he said, “Eleanor, are you okay? You seemed off tonight. Remember, you can always talk to us. With Simon away so often, don’t keep your troubles to yourself.” His caring words made my throat tighten as I remembered his tragic fate in my previous life. I took a deep breath before responding. I forced a casual tone and said, “I’m fine. I just had a bit too much to drink. Get some rest.” By the time I hung up, it was midnight. In my previous life, Leon would have been in police custody by now. I felt somewhat relieved, thinking that the tragedy might not repeat itself this time since we had not drunk the wine. But the following day, before dawn, my phone exploded with calls. “Ms. Sinclair, Mr. Hunter has been arrested on corruption charges!” My heart dropped, and I started trembling uncontrollably. Without wasting a second, I threw on some clothes and rushed to the police station. Just as my car came to a stop, Rylan jumped into the passenger seat. “Ms. Sinclair, I remember everything now! “That homemade wine Meryl poured separately for the three of us yesterday must have been tampered with!” I looked at Rylan, whose hands were shaking as badly as mine, and my stomach churned with anxiety. “But I spilled that wine, so why is Leon still being reported and arrested?” “To uncover the truth, we must talk to Mr. Hunter first.” Rylan’s eyes were filled with panic, but we knew questioning Leon was our only chance to understand what was happening. My heart jumped into my throat as I remembered Leon’s suicide from my past life, which had happened not long after this moment. Leon refused to talk, insisting he would only explain everything when he saw us, so the police granted us a meeting under their watchful eyes. “Finally, you’re here. I think I had the strangest dream!” Leon exclaimed. “At first, I thought it was just a coincidence, but I grew suspicious when I saw Eleanor repeatedly refusing to drink that odd-smelling red wine. That’s why I deliberately knocked over her glass. “After I called you yesterday and got home, I fell into a deep sleep. Next thing I knew, the police were at my door this morning!” Despite his military background and countless brushes with death, he struggled to make sense of these bizarre events as he held his head in his hands. “In my previous life, everything went downhill after I drank the wine she brought that night. “I was kicked out of the company and jailed. The shock was too much for my elderly parents, who had always been proud of me! They both passed away. “Then I saw on the prison TV that Meryl had taken my position as the financial director. Her career skyrocketed, and she even jumped over you to become the company’s top executive. “I never understood where all that evidence in those rooms came from. “It’s like… she traded her fate for mine!” Leon’s final words hit Rylan and me like lightning. We, too, had experienced this bizarre swap of destinies! In our moment of shock, Rylan’s phone rang, and our sales assistant’s urgent voice blared through the speaker. “Ms. Sinclair, we’re in trouble! All our dealers want to terminate their contracts unless…” Rylan’s face turned pale. He asked, “Unless they can work with Meryl, the intern, instead of me, right?” The other end of the line went silent. Rylan hung up the phone and looked at me with despair, wholly deflated. “How could this happen? We didn’t even drink that wine! Something must have gone wrong…” Just then, I got a call from my family’s butler. “Ms. Sinclair, there’s a woman causing trouble at the house! She has a DNA test claiming she’s the real Sinclair heiress. I sent her away, but she’ll likely be back. Please be careful when you’re out.” My hand froze and my phone slipped to the floor. I broke out in a cold sweat despite the freezing temperature. I mechanically picked up my phone, and my eyes fell on the wine stains on my shoes. Leon and Rylan checked their clothes, their eyes widening in horror. “We didn’t drink the wine yesterday, but it spilled all over us! We all touched it!” “Damn it…” At that moment, Meryl sent me the DNA test results. The report clearly showed I had no blood relation to my father, while she was a 99.99% match with Simon! The black-and-white proof brought back the crushing fear from my past life. Leon would still go to prison. Rylan would still lose all the dealers. And I would still be exposed as the fake heiress.

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In her desperate bid to be with her childhood sweetheart, my wife, along with our daughter, concocted a vicious lie, accusing me of stealing the groundbreaking research N96. “I’m an artist; I need a soulmate, not a scientist devoid of romance.” “Dad, Mom’s a woman. She needs romance, like flowers and warm embraces. Jacob’s better for her.” After being ostracized from the scientific community, I gathered evidence to clear my name, only to be run over by them. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the moment of my disgrace. I swiftly divorced, returned to my hometown to inherit my estate, and adopted a wayward child along the way. Under my guidance, this child grew into a polymath, a hacker feared by nations, a doctor without borders, and a top-tier scientist. As I prepared for a peaceful retirement, my daughter sought me out. “Dad, Mom’s now a world-renowned artist. Her paintings are worth a fortune.” “I’ve started my own company, now somewhat of a business prodigy.” “Jacob’s pharmaceutical company has grown immensely, even influencing medical organizations. You wouldn’t believe how many people seek his favor for a single pill from those organizations. And you’re still just a loser!” I smiled wryly. Since they had come knocking, it was time for retribution. ***** “Don’t look at me like that. I just took something from the lab home. Who knew they’d be so tight on security?” “They dragged me in for questioning, and you didn’t even try to protect me. They were so relentless that I had no choice but to throw you under the bus.” Fiona Blake, my wife, lounged on the couch, leisurely painting her nails. Her tone was laced with a hint of resentment toward me. “What did she mean by ‘throwing me under the bus’?” I thought. I stepped forward to demand clarity, but my daughter, Grace Moore, pushed me away. “You’re not thinking of hitting her, are you?” Watching Grace defend Fiona, I worried Grace might misunderstand me, so I quickly tried to explain, but she cut me off. “Mom was right. Losers only find faults in others.” “If it were Jacob, he’d protect Mom without a second thought, even if it cost him everything.” “And you? You just ask for reasons and explanations. Even when I hit that girl I didn’t like, you asked why instead of standing by me. Jacob wouldn’t do that.” Jacob Paxton was Fiona’s childhood friend. They had been engaged, but the promise was shattered when the Blake family went bankrupt. Debt collectors were about to sell Fiona into some red-light district when I sold most of my patents to save her. She cried in my arms, breathless with gratitude. “Gavin Moore, I only have you now.” My heart ached for her after the profound changes she endured, and after we married, I showered her with boundless affection. I ensured she wore exquisite clothes, adorned her nails beautifully, and never had to lift a finger for mundane tasks. When our daughter was born, I was worried she wouldn’t get enough rest post-delivery, so I took on every responsibility for our little girl, including bathing her, changing her diapers, preparing her bottles, and holding her, never allowing Fiona to lift a finger. After each task, she would embrace me, expressing her gratitude. “Gavin, thank goodness for you!” I vowed then to protect her from any harm forever. ***** When the N96 research results went missing, I immediately began gathering evidence to clear her name. I never imagined she would turn on me. A group of people burst through the door, led by someone I recognized as the head of the Scientific Research Security Department. Without a word, they restrained me. As they dragged me out, I heard Grace’s voice. “Mommy, does this mean I can get a new daddy now?” “Yay, you won’t have to secretly meet with Jacob anymore!” I was thunderstruck, struggling to return and confront them, but I was held firmly in place. The trial was public and broadcasted live. Fiona and Grace were also brought in, and they both claimed that I had taken the research result. “I think I saw him talking to a foreigner afterward. I don’t know what he did with it. I swear!” I stared at her in disbelief and whispered hoarsely, “Fiona, tell the truth! When did I ever contact a foreigner?” She flinched, her eyes wide with feigned innocence as she looked into the camera. Her voice was choked with tears. “But I am telling the truth.” “Gavin, you’re my husband, but that doesn’t mean you can force me to lie for you!” Sitting beside her, Grace burst into tears. “Daddy, stop bullying Mommy! You’ve made her cry again.” “You always took out your frustrations on Mom, and now, you want to shift this serious blame onto her. I don’t want a dad like you!” They clung to each other, their sobs mingling in a heart-wrenching symphony, which fueled the online vitriol. I was branded a wife-beater, a traitor to my country. Even within the courtroom, tempers flared. A man, unable to contain his fury, seized a nearby object and hurled it in my direction. He yelled, “You call yourself a man? Picking on women like that?” “What’s even the point of this trial? Just look at him. He’s guilty as a sin, trying to throw his wife under the bus.” “Punish him! Punish this traitor!”

Ultimately, I was expelled from the research community, and my patents were seized by those coveting my position. As the crowd dispersed, Fiona walked past me. I asked, defeated, “Why?” She smiled faintly, “I’m an artist; I need a soulmate, not a dull scientist.” With venom in her eyes, Grace added, “Don’t you get it? Mom needs romance, like flowers and warm embraces. Only Jacob can give her that!” Before I could respond, her eyes lit up as she sweetly yelled, “Daddy.” I hadn’t noticed when Jacob arrived, but there he stood, his eyes meeting mine with a heavy, almost palpable sense of regret. “Gavin, I’m sorry, but Fiona and I couldn’t help ourselves.” Rage took over, and I threw a punch. “I helped you rise again and get back into that circle, but this is how you repay me?” Fiona screamed, shielding him. “You just helped him connect with the Global Medical Organization. It was his own efforts after that. How can you be so disgusting now?” When Grace was just in elementary school, Jacob’s investments failed, nearing bankruptcy. He sought Fiona to connect with the Global Medical Organization for drugs to network with the elite. I was hesitant at first, reluctant to get involved. But Fiona wailed in despair as she pleaded with me for help. “Gavin, he’s like a brother to me. I can’t bear to see him fall like I did.” “You know how it is in that world. It’s all about elevating the powerful and trampling the weak. I’ve been through it, and I can’t bear the thought of Jacob going through the same. I just want to protect him from that.” My resolve melted under the weight of her sorrow. In the end, I couldn’t refuse her. I reached out to the Global Medical Organization, pulling the strings to introduce Jacob into that exclusive circle. I wanted to give him the chance to acquire the necessary medications and forge the crucial connections he needed. Jacob was grateful then, his company thrived, and our bonds seemed to strengthen. Yet, Fiona’s behavior began to shift in noticeable ways. She started going out more frequently, and suddenly, expensive cosmetics began to appear, items far beyond our usual budget. Even our daughter’s expenses ballooned, growing to a level I could no longer sustain. Whenever I questioned them about these changes, they would exchange glances and weave elaborate excuses. “You’re too suspicious. These are gifts from Jacob. He’s like my brother,” Fiona smiled at me. “Isn’t it natural for a brother to take care of his sister?” she added. “Yeah, Dad, Jacob treats me like his own. Don’t overthink,” Grace echoed. If I hesitated even for a moment, Fiona would swiftly close the distance between us, melting into my arms with a playful smile. “Are you jealous again?” she teased. I always found it so easy to believe there was nothing amiss. But you could never judge a book by its cover. Jacob ultimately took everything from me. ***** Grace gazed at Jacob with eyes full of sympathy, standing shoulder to shoulder with her mother as they both turned against me. “Dad, can’t you stop taking all the credit? It’s Jacob who worked so hard,” she yelled. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to swallow the bitterness rising in my throat. I let the security personnel lead me away, resigning myself to my fate. I handed over my responsibilities, packing up the few belongings I had left. The medals that once symbolized my achievements were carefully placed in a frame collected by an official who seemed indifferent to their significance. At that moment, my world began to dim, the light slowly fading from everything I had once held dear. From a young age, I had been captivated by experiments, learning from my uncle and reveling in the thrill of overcoming each new challenge. My parents had urged me to return home and take over the family business, but I had refused, leading them to sever ties with me in anger. That loss had always weighed heavily on me. Then, I found solace in Fiona and our daughter, and my world began to feel full again. But now, I realized it had all been an illusion. As I left the lab for the last time, I found my students gathered at the entrance.

Their faces were etched with reluctance as they gazed at me, some on the brink of tears. “Mr. Moore, we know you’re not that kind of person,” one of them blurted out. “Mr. Moore, will you ever come back?” another asked, voice trembling. I remained silent, fighting back the tears in my eyes, and snapped coldly, “What are you all doing here? Get back to your posts. ” “You’re all brilliant. Use your talents to contribute to the country. ” “As for me, just think of me as a fleeting moment in your lives.” I couldn’t linger. I hurried away, my steps quickening. The voices calling out behind me pierced the air, but I was too much of a coward to turn around. Just as I was about to leave the research facility, I unexpectedly encountered a group of trendy-looking strangers at the entrance. The leader pointed at me and sneered, “There’s the traitor.” My heart skipped a beat, a sinking feeling settling in. I tried to retreat, but the gate had already closed. The guards didn’t even glance my way, as if I were trash. The group, faces hidden behind masks, shoved me to the ground and began to kick and punch me mercilessly. “The country gave you everything, and you sold our secrets to foreigners!” they yelled, each blow fueled by rage. “Kill the traitor! It’s our duty!” I fumbled for my phone to call the police, but my hand was stomped on, and the device was kicked away. The beating grew more vicious. Just as I thought I couldn’t breathe from the pain, I saw a familiar figure. Fiona was pulling Jacob along. I called out to her in a broken voice. “Help… call the police…” But Fiona just stood on her tiptoes, covering Jacob’s eyes. “Jacob, you get squeamish at the sight of blood. Don’t look.” She looked at me with disgust, her tone dripping with contempt. “It’s just a few kids messing with you. You know, ‘spare the rod, spoil the child.’ They’re just showing you some tough love. ” “Enjoy it. I’ll make sure to tell the guards to keep the gate closed.” She tightened her grip over Jacob’s eyes and added, “He’s used to working in the lab for days on end, roughing it out. But you’re different. ” “Let’s go inside and talk business. We’ll deal with the rest later.” As I watched her walk away, I felt a surge of absurdity wash over me. When her family went bankrupt and she was taken to settle debts, she had called everyone she knew, but no one was willing to help. They all saw her family as a lost cause. In the end, she turned to me. She sobbed over the phone, pleading, “I don’t want to go with them. Please, save me.” I worked through the night, gathering all my patents, even preparing to swallow my pride and ask my parents for money. Thankfully, the patent fees were enough to buy her freedom. I had sworn to protect her from ever feeling that fear again. ***** The group laughed at my futile plea for help. Worried I might escape, one of them picked up a rock and smashed it against my ankle. I screamed in agony and passed out. Afraid I might die, they dragged me to a nearby patch of grass. The sky had quietly cloaked itself in a layer of dark clouds, their oppressive presence casting a somber, brooding gloom over everything. After some time, the clouds burst, and raindrops pattered against my face, waking me. I tried to stand, but the pain in my leg was excruciating. I wondered if it was fractured. I hobbled home. I didn’t know what I looked like, but I could see the horror in the eyes of passersby. I must have been a mess. As soon as I got home, I heard some passionate moans. Clothes were strewn across the floor, and on the couch, two figures were entwined. Fiona saw me and hastily covered herself with a blanket, her eyes flashing with irritation. “Are you dead? You couldn’t knock? ” “Do you get off on watching me cheat on you?” I thought I had grown accustomed to her dual personalities, but this moment shattered that illusion. My emotions spiraled out of control. I grabbed the clothes from the floor and threw them. “Get out! Get out! Fuck off!”

Fiona calmly dressed herself and left with Jacob on her arm. Not long after, I received several taunting messages from Jacob. Jacob: [Did you think today was an exception? Mr. Cuckold.] I froze, and a barrage of photos followed. They weren’t just in the living room; my marital bed, the bathroom, and even the balcony bore witness to their infidelity. The images were sordid, their glaring evidence of infidelity strewn like shards of broken trust throughout my home. Jacob sent a voice message. “Do you know how tightly Fiona clings to me? If you could satisfy her, do you think she’d have come back to me?” “Fiona told me you’re always so clinical with her. She’s never been happy. You really are a failure, Gavin.” “Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your wife and daughter.” I braced myself against the wall, a surge of nausea rising in my throat. I couldn’t hold it back and vomited. I knew he was baiting me. Fiona and I had met in high school. She was the embodiment of wealth and grace, while I was just a nerd engrossed in experiments. Unlike the other boys, who buzzed around her like bees to bloom, I didn’t harbor dreams of dating her. Indeed, I simply wanted to admire her from a distance. After we married, I was like a nervous wreck, always careful not to overstep, afraid my actions might offend her. Everything I did was with her permission, out of respect and love. I didn’t want her to feel like an object and to think my affection came with ulterior motives. Now, it seemed all my efforts were seen as weakness in her eyes. I wiped the blood from my mouth and sank onto the couch. After a quick patch-up of my wounds, I hurried to the study. Jacob’s photos had jogged my memory. Before we married, I had installed a security camera in the living room because I was often away from home. It had been on ever since. I pulled up the footage from the day the N96 research was stolen. There was Fiona, clutching a black box, pacing nervously until she saw Jacob. Only then did she relax. She threw her arms around him, kissing him passionately. Their bodies soon intertwined, but I fast-forwarded, focusing on their conversation. “This should be useful to you. It’s an active substance extracted from a rare fungus that is supposed to delay cellular aging.” “Your pharmaceutical company is at a critical stage. This could be a game-changer.” I was stunned. Fiona had once shown interest in my lab work, begging me to share some non-confidential details. “Just tell me a few things. I’m just curious about your job.” “Isn’t there anything interesting? I really want to know.” I had relented and told her about the discovery. Her eyes had sparkled with excitement, but I had no idea that her interest was all a pretense, a way to gather information for Jacob. Jacob hesitated, asking, “What will happen to you if this goes missing?” Fiona laughed dismissively. “I’ve covered my tracks. I used Gavin’s ID badge, and I’ve taken care of the surveillance footage.” “When they investigate, all roads will lead to Gavin.” “I’ll pretend to be coerced, and with Grace’s help, Gavin will be too heartbroken to reveal everything. Then, we can finally be together openly.” My heart turned to ice, and I laughed bitterly. So, it had all been her plan. Even my daughter was part of this deceit. I had poured my heart and soul into raising her, giving her everything she desired, including beautiful clothes and gourmet food. I had cherished them both, treating them like royalty. Yet, they were ungrateful, always wanting more, as if I hadn’t given them enough of my very being. I saved the footage and audio before I called the research department. The person who answered was my trusted colleague, David Paxton. I quickly recounted the entire story and sent him a backup of the surveillance video. “Buddy, whether I can clear my name depends on you now.” He nodded eagerly, and his voice was filled with determination. “I’ll do everything I can to help you.” But as soon as the call ended, David dialed another number. “Fiona, your ex has been secretly recording at your home.” “The N96 leak is out in the open now. He’s probably heading to the lab. If this blows up, you, me, and my brother will be involved. None of us will get away with it.”

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To cheer up my depressed adopted sister Sienna Evans, my parents, Charles Evans and Lyla Evans, didn’t dare show me too much love, even locking me in a dark room over seven hundred times. It was all to see her smile. They initially felt guilty about it. Still, eventually, even my most loving brother, Rylan Evans, came to see it as perfectly usual. Only when Sienna’s depression started to improve did I finally gather the courage to beg them on my knees to seal up that dark room. But at Sienna’s birthday party, I just wore my only T-shirt, and that was enough to make her tear up and ask Charles and Lyla if I didn’t like her. Charles, Lyla, and Rylan comforted her while throwing me back into that pitch-black room. “Claire, you’re her big sister. You need to be more considerate of your sister’s feelings. “If you hadn’t insisted on wearing such trashy clothes, your sister wouldn’t have gotten so upset. “You’re used to this after all these years anyway, so what’s one more time?” I huddled in the corner, pulling at my hair, unable to speak. Three days later, they finally let me out, warning me not to make Sienna sad again. But I just stared at them blankly. “I’m sorry, but who are you?” ***** The middle-aged couple in front of me froze momentarily, looking surprised at my question. Their surprise quickly turned to impatience. “Claire, stop messing around and come out already! “Your sister wants one of your baked cupcakes, so make her one!” At the mention of “sister”, my head suddenly throbbed like it was being stabbed with needles. Countless images flashed through my mind, but they were all blurry and unclear. One thing was sure, though, those memories were probably all painful ones. The people outside kept pushing, and their noise made me feel worse by the second. I had no choice but to step through the doorway carefully, but as soon as I touched the light, I couldn’t help but scream. The moment I made contact with the outside, my skin burned like it was on fire. I shrank back in terror, then heard a young man’s voice. “Claire Evans, what are you playing at? Didn’t you say you hated being in the darkroom? Now we’re letting you out, and you’re acting up? “Come out quickly. Don’t upset Sienna!” Like the middle-aged couple earlier, this man had a bad attitude toward me. My whole body was shaking, and I couldn’t respond. I didn’t want to go out at all. They were right. I hated this pitch-black place. I was so scared of the dark that my heart felt like it would jump out of my chest. The world outside was bright, but something in my mind warned me that stepping out there would only bring me closer to pain. The overwhelming fear slowly disappeared when I curled up like a baby, hugging myself tight. That was when I heard a girl’s voice again. She sounds upset, her tone tinged with hurt. “Dad, Mom, Rylan, haven’t you gotten Claire to come out yet? “It is all my fault for being so stubborn. Is Claire staying in there because she’s mad at me? “Claire, I’m sorry, I know I was wrong. Won’t you please come out?” I could hear her crying. The three people who were so harsh with me rushed to comfort her, their tone a hundred times gentler than when they spoke to me. “Sienna, don’t overthink it. It isn’t your fault. “Claire’s the one being difficult and throwing a tantrum. You’re our precious girl! Why should you apologize to someone like that?” I thought, “Someone like that? Are they talking about me?” I rubbed my chest, feeling a dull ache. Was I feeling sad because of what they said about me? But I really couldn’t remember anything. It was like a fog had settled over my past, making everything hazy and unclear. The people outside didn’t care what I was thinking—they spent time comforting their precious girl. I heard their footsteps as they led the girl away. But in the next second, a large hand suddenly grabbed my arm.

“Claire, how dare you trigger Sienna’s condition again! “You’re too vicious to deserve being my sister! “Get out here and apologize to Sienna right now!” It was the voice of the young man from earlier. He called me his sister, but his attitude toward me wasn’t brotherly. He treated me more like an enemy. Before I could understand what was happening, he lost his patience and burst into the dark room, grabbing my arm to drag me out. I couldn’t match the strength of a grown man, but my fear of the outside world made me struggle instinctively. “No, please don’t!” I grabbed the only table in the dark room with both hands, gripping it so hard my nails were about to dig into the wood. When he noticed my fear, he just let out a mocking laugh. “Oh, now you’re scared? Where was this attitude before? “People like you need to learn your lesson hard!” He kept pulling me forcefully toward the door. My nails, deeply embedded in the wood, snapped off, and I cried out in pain as it shot through my fingertips. “Shut up! If you disturb Sienna again, you’ll regret it!” This man, who claimed to be my brother, kicked me, trying to make me quiet down. When I kept screaming, he covered my mouth with his hand. I was so terrified as we approached that door that my whole body shook. I bit his hand hard in a burst of courage I didn’t know I had. He yelped in pain and let go of me. I scrambled away, crawling back into the corner. He laughed angrily. “Well, Claire, you’ve grown some teeth!” In the darkness, using the dim light from his phone, he swung his arm and slapped me across the face. “You’ve got zero class for a young lady of the Evans family. How dare you bite people? “Weren’t you the one begging us on your knees not to put you in the darkroom before? What’s with the act now? “All this just because you don’t want to apologize to Sienna?” I stayed silent, just feeling shocked. I thought, “Are these people my family?” I thought family should support each other and live together in harmony. At worst, they might become like strangers to each other. But what were these people doing? They locked me in a dark room, beat me, and yelled at me! They didn’t even stop when I got on my knees and begged! What was I to them? Was I their daughter, sister, or enemy? A chill ran through my body as I found no answers. When I didn’t answer, Rylan got even angrier. “Fine! If you don’t want to come out, you can stay in there forever for all I care!” He kicked the door hard and ordered someone to lock it. Before he left, I heard him tell the others not to bring me food or water. The dark room fell silent again. No, silent wasn’t the right word. It was dead quiet. They must have used some soundproofing material because once the door closed, I couldn’t hear anything except my heavy breathing. I stayed sitting in the corner. I couldn’t hear anything outside or tell how much time had passed. But my cramping stomach reminded me of one thing… I needed food. My memory was fuzzy, but I must have been in this dark room for several days. Nobody had brought me food during that time, explaining why I was so hungry, and my stomach hurt so badly. I clenched my fist against my stomach, trying to ease the pain. But my stomach wasn’t having any of it. After countless bouts of abuse, it felt like it was riddled with holes, making me break out in a cold sweat from the pain. I banged my arm against the door, hoping someone outside would rescue me. It was a motion I’d perfected from what felt like a thousand times before. But the door remained shut even after my strength gave out. This place felt like a prison cell built just for me. Time dragged on until my lips were cracked and dry, and I nearly collapsed from exhaustion when the door finally clicked open. A plainly dressed woman walked in, carrying a weak flashlight beam. Her face filled with sympathy when she saw me. “Ms. Claire Evans, is your stomach acting up again? “I brought you some medicine and oatmeal. You’d better eat quickly before Mr. Rylan Evans and the others find out.”

As she spoke, she placed a tray before me. On the tray were some stomach medicine and a bowl of warm oatmeal. I swallowed hard, and although the woman seemed familiar, I kept my guard up as I looked at her. I asked, “Who are you, and why are you bringing me food?” The woman’s eyes widened as she looked at me in disbelief. “Ms. Claire Evans, don’t you remember me?” she asked. I nodded slightly and told her about my apparent memory loss. The concern in her eyes grew even more profound. If she hadn’t told me she was Nora Haven, the housemaid, I would have thought she was my actual family member. After all, the people who locked me in that dark room hadn’t even treated me like a human being, let alone shown any concern for me. I thanked Nora and took the stomach medicine, then picked up the bowl of oatmeal and began taking big gulps. It was just plain oatmeal, but I had no idea how long I’d been starving. “Take it easy. There’s more in the kitchen if you need it. “I just can’t understand what Mr. and Mrs. Evans were thinking! How could they treat their daughter like this?” Nora looked at me with pity while expressing her anger at the unfair situation. From her, I learned about the Evans family’s story. It was like something out of a soap opera. My name was Claire Evans, and I was the Evans family’s biological daughter. At birth, Sienna and I were switched. They only found me and brought me back when I was ten. Lyla, Charles, and Rylan initially felt guilty about their long-lost blood relative. But they favored Sienna more, and when she developed depression from fear of abandonment, they chose to sacrifice my happiness. They took away the large bedroom that was initially meant for me, and despite me being their real daughter, they told everyone I was adopted. They always accused me of bullying Sienna, and to make her happy, they built this dark room to punish me. Nora had just started working for the Evans family this year. Still, she had witnessed me being locked in this dark room dozens of times. Each time, I would beg them not to lock me up. But the Evans family always remained unmoved by my pleas. She had always felt sorry for me, but what could a housekeeper do about her employer’s decisions? “Ms. Claire Evans, you tried hard to win their approval, caring so much about their affairs. You didn’t deserve to be treated like that!” Nora looked like she was on the verge of tears. Since losing my memory, I honestly didn’t care about what that family thought anymore. When she talked about the past, it felt like listening to someone else’s story. I felt nothing, neither sadness nor joy. I reached out and held her hand. Nora’s hands were rough but warm. “Thank you, Nora. You’ve helped me so much already.” Nora wiped her tears with her free hand, her eyes filled with emotions I couldn’t quite understand. “It’s better this way,” she mumbled. “It’s better that you forgot.” I heard her but didn’t dwell on it, focusing instead on eating my oatmeal. I was so hungry I could have eaten the plate, but my stomach seemed unusually small. I hadn’t even finished half of this tiny bowl of oatmeal, but I was already feeling full. I felt reluctant to waste it, but my stomach wasn’t feeling great. Just as I was about to return the bowl, a cold voice came from the doorway. “Nora, Claire, what are you two doing?”   “Ms. Sienna Evans, what are you doing here?” Nora’s face was filled with terror. I turned to look at the girl standing in the doorway. She wore a silk nightgown, with smooth hair falling perfectly down her back. It was meticulously styled. I glanced down at myself, wearing just a cheap cotton T-shirt that cost maybe twenty bucks, with my dry, split-ended hair and arms as skinny as twigs. Compared to this little princess Sienna, I didn’t look like an Evans family heiress. As I was lost in thought, Sienna let out a cold laugh and slapped Nora across the face. “This is my house. Who will tell me where I can and can’t go? “You’re nothing but a servant. How dare you try to boss me around?” She acted incredibly arrogant, utterly different from the delicate flower she pretended to be in front of the Evans family. I caught a glimpse of venom in her eyes and saw she was about to strike again, so I instinctively stepped in front of Nora. Sienna stopped, giving me a challenging smirk. “Claire, you still don’t know your place in this family!” She grabbed a bowl from nearby and smashed it hard against the floor. The sharp sound echoed clearly through the quiet night. The previously arrogant Sienna suddenly slapped herself hard and collapsed at the sound of footsteps coming downstairs. Tears sprang to her eyes on command, and when she spoke again, her voice trembled with sobs. Her acting could rival any Hollywood star. “Claire, why did you hit me?” she cried out. The footsteps from outside quickened their pace. The three people from that afternoon appeared again at the darkroom door, positioning themselves protectively in front of Sienna. “Sienna, are you okay? What happened?” they asked. Sienna covered her face with a pitiful expression. “I thought Claire must be hungry since she hadn’t eaten, so I brought her some food. “But when I opened the door, Nora was there. They accused me of enjoying Claire’s misfortune and said I didn’t belong in the Evans family. “Dad, Mom, Rylan, should I return to the countryside so Claire won’t hate me anymore?” Charles and Lyla’s anger flared instantly at seeing their precious daughter’s frightened expression. “Claire, you’ve completely lost your mind! How dare you do this to Sienna!” Their voices thundered. They were raging, acting like I had committed some unforgivable crime. Nora stepped in front of me, trying to explain, “That’s not what happened! I was the one who brought the oatmeal!” Rylan let out a sneer. “Oh really? So you’re saying Sienna is lying about this? “Nora, we only hired you because you begged to see Sienna. We brought you here solely because you’re her birth mother. “Now it all makes sense why Claire turned out to be such a liar who makes up stories. You must have taught her these bad habits!” I looked at Nora, and suddenly, that strange feeling of familiarity clicked into place. So she was my mother all along. Nora stood in front of me protectively. Though she wasn’t huge, it felt like she was trying to shield me from the world. “Claire is a good person! She has never been a bad kid! “You’re the ones who can’t see the truth! “She has done so much for all of you! “Mrs. Evans, did you know Claire gets up before dawn daily to make your headache medicine? “Mr. Evans, Claire especially learned massage techniques to help with your fatigue whenever you needed it. Have you forgotten that, too? “And Mr. Rylan Evans, who was always there to help when your stomach acted up? It was Claire! “She’s just a child, for heaven’s sake!” Listening to Nora’s outburst, my so-called family members froze as if trying to remember if I had done everything for them. Seeing their faces show signs of wavering, Sienna couldn’t sit still any longer. “If it weren’t for me, everyone wouldn’t overlook Claire. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t have shown up here!” she cried. “Claire is such a good girl. Even my mother doesn’t love me, so you all love Claire more.” She picked up a piece of broken porcelain while crying, then stumbled upstairs through her tears. From her behavior, it looked like she might harm herself. The Evans family immediately panicked. Lyla turned on Nora in fury. “You’re so heartless! You only care about Claire, but Sienna is your daughter! “You’re just a nanny! Who are you to meddle in the Evans family’s business? Take your things and get out!”   They rushed upstairs after Sienna without glancing at me, worried she might do something foolish in her distress. Only Nora and I remained in the dark room. “Claire…” Nora’s voice broke as she sobbed, her eyes filled with unmistakable pain for me. “I’m so sorry… If I hadn’t been so careless with the baby switch, none of this would have happened.” “You’re not the one who needs to apologize.” I shook my head. She wasn’t the only one involved in the baby switch, but at least she had cared enough to become a nanny for the Evans family to be near her child. The Evans family, on the other hand, kept hurting me over and over, even though I was already the one who had lost everything. I started to feel grateful that I had lost all my memories of these people. If I were still my old self, foolishly waiting for my family’s love, I would only be more hurt. After all, in the eyes of the Evans family, I was just an outsider, worth less than Sienna’s little finger. I opened my arms and hugged Nora. When I embraced her, she momentarily tensed up before hugging me tightly. As I felt her bony frame against me, she choked out a curse. “The Evans family are such heartless monsters! “And Sienna… How did she turn out like this? The Evans family loved her more than anyone, so why can’t she accept you?” “I guess she sees me as some kind of rival trying to take everything from her.” I could understand why she felt insecure. She was their precious princess who suddenly found out she wasn’t their biological daughter. But she shouldn’t have kept trying to hurt me like this. If tonight’s events were all her act, she probably orchestrated all my past suffering, too. “Claire, come stay with me. “I may not be as rich as the Evans family, but before you returned to them, I never let anyone treat you this badly.” Nora wiped her tears as she held my arm, which had become as thin as a twig. “How did you end up getting bullied like this? You were such a good kid. “Look at you. You’ve gotten so thin.” Her face showed nothing but genuine concern and affection. My heart finally settled, like a dandelion seed finding its place to root after drifting in the wind. “Okay, I’ll go with you.” The choice was clear between the Evans family and Nora, my former mom, who chose to help me and speak up for me. Sensing my fear, she held my hand as we left the dark room. Strangely enough, I wasn’t scared as I stepped into the light this time. Sienna’s room was on the same floor as mine. As we went up to pack our things, we spotted Rylan standing in the hallway, smoking. The glowing ember and swirling smoke betrayed his agitated mind. His already furrowed brow tightened even more when he saw me. “Claire, who permitted you to come out?” he demanded. “Are you here to apologize to Sienna?” He looked down at me with cold eyes, showing no hint of warmth. The old me would have panicked under his questioning, desperately wracking my brain for what I might have done wrong. But now, I just walked straight past him, keeping my eyes forward. “Claire, are you deaf? Why aren’t you answering me?” Rylan snapped. Rylan angrily grabbed my arm, but Nora quickly stepped between us. “Keep your hands off her, Rylan! “None of you want Claire in your family, but I do! I’ll take her away from here!” Rylan burst into uncontrollable laughter as if he’d heard the funniest joke. “Stop lying to yourself. Claire’s just a money-grabbing brat who tries to steal Sienna’s cash at school. You think she’d leave with a mere housekeeper?” I gently tugged at Nora’s sleeve as she tried to defend me. “Mom, ignore him. Let’s pack our things.” “What did you call me?” “What did you just call her?” Two voices rang out simultaneously—one filled with excitement, the other with disbelief. Lyla, who had come to check on the commotion between Rylan and me, had caught those words as they left my mouth.

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After 30 years of marriage, I discovered that my husband had been secretly maintaining a mistress for 20 years. When I caught them red-handed, he beat me and forced me to agree to a divorce. Unwilling to give up my place to the other woman, I refused, so he cut my monthly allowance to merely 200 dollars, leaving me to raise our three daughters alone. Meanwhile, he and his mistress lived happily together. Eventually, exhaustion took its toll, and I succumbed to cancer, dying in misery. But when I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day my husband and I first argued about divorce. To my shock, my three daughters declared in unison that they wanted to stay with their father. They mocked me, calling me weak and useless. It was then that I realized that they had been reborn too. Since that was the case, I no longer wanted any of them. My unfaithful husband, my ungrateful daughters, I would abandon them all. ***** When I woke up, I was lying on the floor, my face covered in blood. The house was a mess as if it had been ransacked. The sofa was overturned, the cabinets stood crooked, and a bloodstained table lamp lay on the ground. I realized that this was the day my husband and I had fought about divorce. That day, it had been raining. He rushed out of the house in a hurry, and I, worried he would get wet, ran after him with an umbrella, only to witness him passionately kissing another woman in his car. I returned home in a daze, only to find a thick envelope on the dining table. Inside was two thousand dollars. I remembered then, that he had been giving me just 200 dollars a month to raise our three daughters, yet he could hand this woman two thousand dollars at once! Fury burned inside me, making it hard for me to breathe. He must have realized he had left the envelope behind because he returned. When he saw that I had discovered his secret, he didn’t even bother to pretend. Calmly, he admitted that he and Katrina had been together for 20 years, that they shared a deep bond, and that he wanted me to divorce him so she could take my place. When I refused, he hit me. He was ruthless and knew exactly where to strike. From my chest to my thighs, my body was covered in bruises. But with clothes on, none of them were visible. Struggling to get up from the floor, I looked at the wreckage of my home and thought about my previous life. Back then, I stubbornly refused to divorce him. I had endured humiliation and hardship to raise our daughters alone, only to work myself into an early grave. And my husband Gary? He had gone on to live blissfully with Katrina. His company flourished, its value soaring into several hundred million dollars, and he eventually became the city’s most eligible bachelor. I thought to myself, “Why should I accept this? He’s the one who cheated, the one who has broken his vows! Now that fate has given me a second chance, I will not endure it again. I will make sure Gary and Katrina end up with nothing.” With that thought, I rushed to the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and slashed my own throat. Blood gushed out, but I gritted my teeth, pressing a hand to my wound as I stumbled out of the house. I banged on my neighbor’s door with all the strength I had left. Zoe, my friend, opened it and gasped in horror at the sight of me covered in blood. “What happened? Are you okay, Natasha? What’s going on?” Tears streamed down my face as I shook my head, begging her to save me. Sensing the urgency, Zoe didn’t press for details. Instead, she immediately dialed the police while trying to comfort me. “Don’t worry, I’m calling the cops! They’ll help you!” The police soon arrived and took me to the hospital, where a medical examination revealed multiple soft tissue injuries and a mild concussion. It didn’t take long for them to suspect domestic abuse. Before long, Gary was summoned. He had no idea what had happened. In front of him, the police asked me directly, “Did your husband do this to you?” I flinched deliberately, feigning fear, then shook my head. “No… No, I fell. It wasn’t him.” But it was obvious to anyone that my injuries weren’t from a simple fall. I looked too frightened to tell the truth. Zoe, enraged, pointed at Gary and said furiously, “That’s a lie! I heard sounds of a struggle from their house this morning. Her husband did this! He tried to kill Natasha!”

Zoe’s accusation did not succeed. She lacked concrete evidence to prove that Gary had assaulted me, and since I refused to admit to the abuse, the police could do nothing more than issue him a verbal warning. Thinking I was still trying to protect Gary, Zoe sighed and said, “Why are you doing this to yourself?” I simply smiled without responding. But in truth, I had already tucked away the hospital’s examination report. Admitting to Gary’s abuse now would be letting him off too easily. After the warning, we returned home. Gary was in an extremely foul mood. His face was dark as if he had swallowed something rotten. He glared at me angrily. “It was just a little scuffle. Did you really have to make a scene and humiliate me like that?” His mother, Sandra, was equally displeased. “Was this really necessary? Running to the police over something so trivial? How embarrassing.” His sister, Gina, was even more sarcastic. “You’re living off Gary right now. If you make a big deal out of this and he loses his job, how are we supposed to survive?” Seeing that I remained silent, Gina grew bolder. “You’re overreacting! Even if Gary hit you, that’s just part of a marriage. It’s normal ups and downs! He’s not young anymore. Finding a wife isn’t easy. Do you think this is fair to him?” I found her words laughable. Living off Gary? A mere 200 dollars a month was what she called “support”? Beating me into submission was that her idea of “marital harmony”? So long as it didn’t affect Gary’s job or their comfortable lifestyle, did that mean I was supposed to endure the abuse? And she wanted me to consider Gary’s difficulties? At his age, he already had a mistress waiting in line. He was hardly struggling to find another wife. I let out a cold laugh. “How exactly have I wronged him? I don’t live off him. I don’t depend on him. If he loses his job and you all go hungry, what does that have to do with me? Look at yourselves, none of you work, just leeching off him. And you, Gina, you have nothing better to do than spread our family’s dirty laundry everywhere. If anyone should be ashamed, it’s you, not me.” Perhaps I had always been too submissive around them. My sudden defiance left them momentarily speechless. Gary, however, reacted swiftly, slapping me hard across the face. “How dare you speak to my mother and sister like that? Apologize to them, now!” Sandra and Gina joined in, shouting furiously, “Ungrateful wretch! After all these years of Gary supporting you, how dare you talk back?” I looked at their furious faces and deliberately provoked them further. “Apologize? That’s never going to happen. After the way you’ve treated me, you still expect me to say sorry? Keep dreaming. “The ones freeloading here are you, not me. Don’t try to pin that on me. And let’s be clear, this whole mess is Gary’s doing. He was the one who had an affair, not me. So why should I apologize?” I purposely struck Gary where it hurt the most, making him explode in rage. Losing control, he hit me again. The house erupted into chaos, filled with the sound of crashing furniture. Blinded by anger, Gary struck me several times across the face, hard enough to split my lip. But I didn’t feel a thing. Because I knew, this was the beginning of Gary’s downfall.

Zoe arrived just in time and saw Gary pinning me to the floor and beating me. She shouted, “What the hell are you doing?” Gary was startled and immediately backed away. Zoe rushed over, pulling me into her arms. She looked at me with concern and asked anxiously, “Natasha, are you okay?” Seeing the worry on her face, a wave of bitterness surged up my throat. Tears streamed down my face as I choked out. “Zoe, I want a divorce.” She looked at my swollen, reddened face and my disheveled hair. Gently pushing my hair aside, she reassured me, “Good. Divorce him. I support you. If they refuse, we’ll get a lawyer and sue him for assault. He won’t have a choice.” Zoe’s assertiveness made Sandra visibly unhappy, but just as she was about to speak, Gary stopped her. He looked pleased as if he had been waiting for this moment. “Fine. Let’s get a divorce.” I wasn’t surprised. He had wanted this for a long time. His quick agreement didn’t catch me off guard in the slightest. But the children… Gary and I had three daughters. In my past life, I had struggled endlessly to raise them on my own. Now, with the impending divorce, they were the ones I found hardest to part with. I didn’t want to keep this from them, so I called them home and asked them directly—would they choose to stay with me or with their father? They were old enough to decide, and if all three chose me, the court would likely grant me full custody. To me, there was no question about their choice. Even setting aside my past life, I had been the one by their side all these years, caring for them, raising them. There was no reason for them not to choose me. But when they finally made their decision, my heart turned ice-cold. Not a single one of them chose me. I stared at them in shock, my forced smile stiffening on my face. I asked, “What’s wrong? Wouldn’t you be happy with me? Why don’t you want to stay with me?” Without hesitation, they answered in unison, “We want to stay with Dad.” I thought about my past life. I worked myself to the bone to raise them. Raising daughters was expensive; they always needed the best. I had taken on endless jobs, working myself to exhaustion just to afford the things they wanted. In the winter, my hands cracked and bled from the cold. In the summer, I worked under the scorching sun until I collapsed from heatstroke. Even when I was sick, I endured it without medicine, just to save enough money to buy them a dress they had their eyes on. Gary had been difficult enough, and his family was even worse. Between fighting against them and struggling to give my daughters a decent life, I eventually developed cancer and died alone in the hospital. Remembering all of that and looking at the situation before me now, how could I not feel utterly devastated? Still unwilling to give up, I pressed again. “Why do you want to stay with your father? You’d have a good life with me too.” But my youngest daughter Tara suddenly rolled her eyes and sneered, “What’s so great about staying with you? We’ll have no money but just hardship. In the end, you’d just end up dying alone in a hospital…” As soon as she said this, my eldest daughter Anna panicked and quickly covered her mouth. I caught the nervous looks flashing across their faces and, in that instant, a chilling realization dawned on me. I had been reborn. Had they… been reborn too? So, that was it… They simply didn’t want to go through a life of suffering with me again.

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After getting married, my husband had a vasectomy, and I had my uterus removed because he said he loved me so much that he couldn’t bear anyone stealing my love for him, including our children. So he wanted us to be DINKs. However, after the surgery, I accidentally caught his inner thoughts, “Humph, Audrey Morris, this stupid woman. I said I wanted to be DINK and asked her to have a sterilization operation, and she did it. Although I’m sterilized, I have a son. Later, I’ll coax her into adopting my son and let her take care of my son. In the future, her and her parents’ property will be my son’s. That’s so great!” In shock, I stared at my husband, Charles Weber, unable to imagine that these were the true thoughts of the man who usually doted on me so much. Seeing my distorted expression, Charles asked tenderly, “Honey, does it hurt? Do you want me to call the doctor?” I shook my head, and Charles’ inner thoughts rang out again, “With her whole family helping me raise my son, I can have a happy life with Sophie!” ***** I looked at the baby, who was only one week old, lying on my bed and clenched my fists. No wonder Charles kept urging me to have the surgery. It turned out that Sophie Robson, my aunt, had already given birth. I thought there was a rare true love between Charles and me, so I trusted him completely. However, in the end, I was an idiot. I was tricked into having my uterus removed, and his son had already been born, and it was even with my aunt, Sophie. No wonder Sophie suddenly went to work in another city last year. It seemed that she went there to have a baby. Charles didn’t notice my anger. With a document in his hand, he kept urging me, “Didn’t you hear me? Go with me to go through the formalities for Roy.” I covered my stomach and walked towards the guest bedroom with a pillow. I felt sick at the sight of Charles and didn’t want to stay in the same room with him for even a second. I said with a blank expression, “I just got out of the hospital, and my wound hasn’t healed yet. Let’s talk about it when I’m better.” Charles suddenly grabbed me. I lost my balance and stumbled, affecting my wound. I grimaced in pain. Charles, however, didn’t seem to see my painful look and even accused me, “Why are you so selfish? It has been a week since Roy was born. We must do it right away, or he can’t even get vaccinated. “You’ve been out of the hospital for a week. Can’t you even bear this little pain? “Besides, Roy is your aunt’s child. She had a baby out of wedlock. If it weren’t to save her from embarrassment, I wouldn’t have adopted Roy.” Charles’ inner thoughts came to my mind, “Roy is my son, and he should be by my side. After your parents die, I’ll get rid of you. If it weren’t for Sophie’s low education level and thin fortune, I wouldn’t have married you.” I was stunned. Charles had been setting me up from the very beginning. All his tender words and deeds during our relationship were just a trap for me. I was not a pushover. Since Charles set me up, then I would get back at him. I called my mom, Grace Morris, and said, “Mom, Sophie has had a child.” I thought with the way Grace doted on Sophie, she would definitely make a big fuss and dig out the culprit who got Sophie pregnant. By then, Charles couldn’t hide it. But what Grace said shocked me. “I know Sophie is living with you to recover after giving birth. You’ve been discharged from the hospital, and it’s just right for you to take care of her.” Charles wasn’t surprised. He looked at me as if he had known it all along. Charles’ inner thoughts rang out, “Grace has long known about Sophie’s affairs with me. If it weren’t for Grace’s acquiescence, how dare I have a relationship with Sophie? Poor Audrey. Her parents don’t love her at all!”

My parents did favor Sophie a bit more. Grace had told me that it was because my grandparents had passed away when Sophie was a child, and Grace felt sorry for her. They had only been kind to Sophie, and all the family property would be mine. But it was a bit too much to be so kind as to allow Sophie to have an affair with my husband. I rushed to the second bedroom. When I opened the door, I saw Sophie lying on the bed, wrapped herself in the quilt. There were blood-stained tissues on the floor, and the room was filled with the smell of milk and urine. Sophie was busy playing games on her mobile phone. When she saw me, she ordered, “Audrey, pour me a glass of water. I’m thirsty.” I ignored her, returned to the master bedroom with tears in my eyes, and locked the door. I called Grace again to question her, “Mom, you knew that Sophie and Charles had an affair and even had a child. Why didn’t you stop them?” Grace’s explanation made me realize that once a woman got married, she had no home. It was terrible enough that Charles had set me up, but Grace also set me up. She said, “You didn’t want to have children, and Sophie gave birth to a child for you. It’s pretty good. “Your grandpa left a large inheritance back then. Sophie was still young at that time, and all the money was spent on you. I couldn’t give her any money, so you have to pay off this debt. It’s just a husband. What’s the big deal about giving him to her? “I’m pregnant now. I have checked, and it’s a boy. The family property will be left to your brother. Don’t think about getting anything.” I roared, “Mom, you hardly gave me any living expenses when I was a child. What right do you have to say that all the money my grandpa left for property was spent on me? You’re 50 years old, and you still want to have a son. Aren’t you afraid that you will die on the operating table?” Grace hung up the phone. My hand holding the phone was trembling. Grace had been blinded by money. Most of my salary after I started working went to her. I gave her over a million dollars a year. In the end, she was afraid that I would covet her property. I had no one to back me up. This time, I would fight alone. I had money, and I was the one in control. I booked a room at a postpartum care center. After having surgery, I had to recover my health. Besides, a healthy body was required if I wanted to fight back. The staff of the postpartum care center came to my home to pick me up soon, but Charles stopped me. “You didn’t give birth. Why do you have to stay at a postpartum care center? I’ll take Sophie and Roy there. You stay at home and take care of yourself.” Sophie leaned weakly on Charles and said in a soft and sweet voice, “Audrey, I’m your aunt, but I’m only eight years older than you. You’ve always liked to compete with me since you were a child. Why are you still competing with me after I gave birth to a baby? “I know you can never be a mother, and you’re jealous of me. If you really want to go and stay in a postpartum care center, I’ll let you have it.” The staff from the postpartum care center was puzzled. “Who among you is the new mother?” The door of my house was open, and some neighbors were watching for the fun. I deliberately raised my voice and pointed at Sophie, saying, “She’s the woman who gave birth. She’s my aunt, but she had a baby out of wedlock, and we don’t even know who the father of the child is. “My husband has been running around for her during her delivery. He even signed the agreement for the operation. People who don’t know might think that he is the father of her child. “I booked the postpartum care center because I was tricked into having my uterus removed, and I need sufficient recuperation. The director said that the center can accept someone in my situation.” Charles understood my implication and immediately pushed Sophie away. Sophie looked at him with a pitiful expression. “Why did you push me? It hurts.” Charles quickly explained to me, “Audrey, you’ve misunderstood. I didn’t have an affair with Sophie.” Charles’ inner thoughts came to my mind, “Audrey has an annual salary of over two million dollars and has been working for eight years. She must have saved a lot of money. Once I cheat all her money, I’ll find someone to sell her and her family abroad. This way, I’ll avenge Sophie and get a fortune. It’s not time to fall out yet.” The neighbors whispered, “It’s obvious that she has an affair with her niece’s husband.” “This woman is so stupid. She shouldn’t give her husband to her aunt.” “Maybe it’s not that she gave him away. Her husband and aunt might have been secretly together for a long time, and she has no choice but to acquiesce.” “It’s so shameless! Post it online and expose the two bastards!”

Charles rushed out in a hurry to grab the neighbor’s phone. He was a somewhat well-known host at the local TV station. If such negative news that violated moral principles were to break out, he would surely be fired. Charles warned, “Delete all the videos, or don’t blame me for being harsh!” The neighbor said disdainfully, “Who do you think you are? How dare you order me? You’re just a small-time host. Try laying a finger on me, and I’ll make you lose your job in no time.” After saying that, the neighbor slammed shut the door. Charles came back and yelled at me, “You did it on purpose, huh? You framed me and Sophie. Why? What’s the benefit for you?” It was good for me, but I couldn’t say it for now. I snorted, “There’s no benefit. I just want to do that!” The people from the postpartum care center noticed something fishy and protected me as they escorted me out of the house. Charles said coldly, “Audrey, if you dare to step out of this house today, I will make you regret it!” I strode away. I wanted to see what he would do to make me regret it. During this month at the postpartum care center, I hired a lawyer and made plans for all my property. I had to protect it to the greatest extent possible. Besides, I carefully formulated a revenge plan. I would drive Charles and Sophie out of my house. The neighbor exposed Charles online, and Charles was fired. He kept calling me, asking me to give him money to make arrangements so that he could transfer to working behind the scenes, but I refused him. I froze Charles’ credit card and cut off Grace’s living expenses. A month later, I recovered and was discharged from the care center. Instead of going home, I rented a house and moved in. The first thing I did was to file for divorce at the court. I had thought Charles would pester me. Unexpectedly, he agreed to the divorce and the property division plan I proposed. The evidence I had collected for a month seemed to be of no use. At his request, I went home to sign the divorce agreement, but what awaited me was a large iron cage. When I entered the house and saw the cage, I had a bad feeling and turned to leave, but Charles grabbed me and pushed me into the living room. He sneered, “Since you knew everything, there’s no need to hide it anymore. Your family owes Sophie something, and it’s time to pay it back.” Looking at the ropes and the chainsaw on the table, I slumped to the floor. Sophie grabbed my collar, and her eyes were full of hatred as she stared at me. She sneered with a fierce look, “Audrey, before my parents passed away, they left me a large inheritance. Your mother refused to return it to me. As her daughter, you should pay for her debt. “Actually, I don’t care that much about the money. After all, your parents raised me. But they treated me like a servant. I dropped out of school at the age of eight to take care of you. Yet you are ungrateful. I have an affair with your husband. Is a man more important than the family bond between us? None of you in your family are good people. You all deserve to die!” I tried my best to suppress my fear and persuaded Sophie. “It was my parents who wronged you. When I was a kid, I was just like you. We were both so hungry at school that we had to drink tap water, but my parents went on trips abroad and bought luxury goods. “Grace doesn’t love me at all. If it weren’t for some reason, she would have tried to have a son a long time ago. If you want to take revenge, go after them!” Sophie picked up a knife and pointed it at my hand. “I will take revenge on them, but I’ll start with you first.” I hesitated for a moment and then told Sophie, “Grace is pregnant, and she said it’s a boy.” Sophie pounded the sofa, grinding her teeth in hatred. “That bitch! Grace stole the inheritance my parents left me, didn’t let me study, and tormented me until I was 35. I couldn’t get married, and I could only seduce your husband. I thought I finally had someone to rely on, but I was infertile. I took a whole bunch of medicine and managed to get pregnant. “Grace is already fifty years old. Why can she still fulfill her dream of having a son so easily? I won’t let her give birth to that child. Call her and ask her to come here!” I obediently dialed the number. “Come to my house. Sophie wants to see you.” Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang. When Sophie saw the person who came in, she slumped to the floor in shock.

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To steal money to treat the cat of my husband’s first love, Lauren Davis, my 7-year-old son, Charlie Sinclair, locked me on the balcony on a 109-degree Fahrenheit day. By the time my husband, Reginald Sinclair, and Charlie came back to let me out, I was already on the verge of death from the heat. Fortunately, I was rescued in time by a neighbor and rushed to the hospital for emergency treatment. After waking up from the brink of death, suppressing my anger, I wanted to hear Charlie’s explanation. But he said in a grievance, “Mom knew that cat was Lauren’s emotional support, yet you didn’t let me and Dad take the money from home to treat it. That’s why you almost died in the sun after just a short while.” Reginald chimed in, “In the future, you’d better listen to Charlie. Don’t be so petty. Only by doing more good deeds can you get good rewards.” The money they stole was the tuition fee I had saved for Charlie for a long time. I wouldn’t take care of Reginald and Charlie anymore and just let them keep subsidizing Lauren. The day before Reginald and Charlie came to pick me up, I left the hospital and completely cut off contact with them. ***** When I woke up in the hospital the next day, there was no one in the entire ward except me. It felt like I was abandoned by the whole world. Well, it was almost the same. After I had been rescued from the ICU yesterday, Reginald took Charlie and left. The money I had painstakingly saved for four years was squandered by Charlie just like that, all for the sake of saving Lauren’s hairless cat, which didn’t seem to have any serious problems at all. It was something that could have been easily fixed in a small hospital for just a few dozen dollars, but they had to steal my money and take it to the most expensive hospital for treatment. The nurse who pushed the door open asked me, “Do you need to hire a caregiver? Why haven’t your family members come yet?” I just nodded to her. During my two-day hospitalization, Reginald and Charlie only showed up once. But they kept blaming me for being exposed to the high-temperature sun on the balcony, saying it was all my fault. They even blamed me for not being a good-hearted person and not taking out the money to save Lauren’s emotional support. Reginald and Charlie were now busy taking care of Lauren’s cat. Just as I was thinking about this, my phone alerted me that Lauren had updated her Instagram. After all, I couldn’t resist and clicked in. In the video, the three of them were in the most expensive pet hospital in the city. Lauren stood aside, constantly handing tools to the man washing the cat in front of her. That was my husband, Reginald. And my son, Charlie, was feeding fruit slices to Lauren beside them. The three looked like a happy family of three. There was not a trace of disgust on Reginald’s face as he carefully washed Lauren’s cat. I had also raised a cat. That cat had accompanied me for seven years. When I got married to Reginald, I even brought it to our new house. Because Reginald couldn’t accept it, I specially bought a cage to keep it. But what did Reginald do? When I was three months pregnant and went out to buy groceries, he threw my cat off the 30th floor. He even said to me righteously, “You’re pregnant now. Keeping a pet isn’t good for our baby. You’re not a child anymore. Don’t be so willful. Besides, I hate cats.” How could he hate cats that much? He just hated me. Later I found out that the main reason Reginald threw my cat down was that Lauren was about to return to the country at that time, and Lauren was allergic to cat hair. For Lauren’s sake, under the pretext of the baby in my belly, he cruelly killed my cat. In the video, when Lauren lowered her head to eat the fruit slice Charlie handed her, the large metal sequin on her earring accidentally scratched Charlie’s hand. Blood gushed out instantly. For a moment, I somewhat expected what kind of reaction Lauren would show when facing the enraged Charlie. Could she still keep pretending? A year ago, Charlie had been being naughty and accidentally hit my earrings while playing on my body. He then forcefully yanked my earring off my ear, and my earlobe became inflamed and festered for a week. Charlie even demanded that I never wear any jewelry again. However, I was thinking too much after all. Instead of getting angry, Charlie comforted Lauren instead, “It’s okay. It’s just a small wound. It’ll heal soon.” He seemed to be afraid of making Lauren sad. The clerk who handed over a Band-Aid suddenly interrupted, “Good boy! You are so kind to your mom.” Charlie immediately changed his expression. “Lauren isn’t my mom.”

My heart skipped a beat at that moment. I wondered if Charlie would explain in front of outsiders. But then his next words sent my heart plummeting. Charlie said, “My mom isn’t as pretty as Lauren. All she does every day is cook and clean, looking all dirty and ugly. She’s just like a maid.” Reginald, who was still washing the cat, didn’t say a word in my defense. I suddenly laughed, feeling a sense of relief. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have expected any family affection from this cold-blooded pair, Reginald and Charlie. I wouldn’t care about them anymore. If Reginald and Charlie loved Lauren, let them. Three days later, when I was discharged from the hospital, I didn’t see a trace of Reginald or Charlie. Well, I hadn’t expected them to pick me up anyway. I asked if Reginald was available today, thinking that if he was, we could go to the Courthouse to get a divorce. Just as I finished packing my things and walked out of the hospital, Charlie called me. As soon as I answered, his sarcastic voice came through. “Lauren’s cat is doing much better now. It’s all your fault for not handing over the money earlier. Otherwise, it would have recovered from its illness long ago.” In his eyes, a sick cat was more important than me, his mother. I wasn’t going to argue with him but just asked, “Is your dad beside you? Didn’t I arrange to meet him today?” Immediately, Lauren’s voice came from the other end of the phone. “Oops, Michelle, I’m so sorry. The three of us got back to my place late after bathing the cat yesterday. We slept in and didn’t have time to pick you up.” Reginald seemed to snatch the phone. “Why are you telling her all this? Michelle, you’re an adult. Can’t you come back by yourself?” I said calmly, “I was planning to ask you to go to the Courthouse to get a divorce.” “Can you stop being so unreasonable? I’m going to make DIY rings with Lauren and Charlie later. If you’re home, remember to iron my suit.” With that, he hung up the phone mercilessly. Well, that was great. While they were out, I packed all my stuff into two large suitcases. As I was leaving, I saw the suit that Reginald had asked me to iron on the living room sofa. I picked up a pair of scissors and cut it into pieces, just like my love for him. He had time to go make DIY rings with Lauren but no time to iron his suit. I looked at the cheap ring on my finger. It was ridiculous. I had once begged Reginald to make DIY couple rings with me. But he said it was useless and a waste of time. He just bought me a random one from a street vendor, and I’d been wearing it until now. What was even more ridiculous was that the store they went to was exactly the one I’d always wanted to go to. I saw the Instagram post from the store. In the video, the three of them were busily making rings. Lauren kept wiping the sweat off Reginald’s face and also made a new silver necklace for Charlie. Charlie immediately yanked off the gold necklace around his neck that I’d bought for him with my pre-marital savings. He said, “This gold one Michelle bought is so tacky. Who knows if it’s real or not? This one you made for me is much prettier, Lauren.” I’d been thinking that even though Reginald had taken all the money in the family to support Lauren, the gold necklace around Charlie’s neck could be sold to cover his tuition. But he just threw the gold necklace into the trash can. After putting on the silver necklace, he closed his eyes and made a pious wish, saying, “I hope Michelle gets out of our house soon and Lauren moves in early.” He was so impolite now that he even called me by my name. I pushed my suitcases out the door, thinking, “Well, as you wish, Charlie. I hope you’ll still be this happy when Lauren moves in.”

The taxi I took pulled up in front of my good friend Kayla Watson’s house. There was always a room in Kayla’s house reserved for me. She looked quite surprised when she saw me knocking on the door. “What’s wrong? Did you fight with Reginald?” I smiled at her and explained, “I’m planning to get a divorce. The paperwork isn’t done yet. I’m gonna ask him to do it tomorrow.” Kayla, all excited, pulled me into the house and started asking for details, “So, what about that brat Charlie? Is he gonna be with you or what?” “With his dad. He doesn’t need me that much,” I answered. Kayla said, “I told you so. Neither Reginald nor Charlie is any good, including that slut Lauren. You finally see it now.” I smiled bitterly, “Yeah, I should’ve listened to you and left earlier.” “It’s not too late now, though. I heard there’s an art exhibition in Parinuss. The organizer likes your works from eight years ago and wants you to paint a few more. Are you gonna fly to Parinuss next?” said Kayla. I nodded. “I talked to them yesterday. They said they’d cover the flight and accommodation. They’re gonna invite me to go to Franunn for further study and attend the exhibition in half a month.” Kayla was genuinely happy for me when she heard this. Seeing I wasn’t in a good mood, she didn’t keep talking to me and just let me sort things out in the room by myself. I dug out the paintbrushes and drawing paper that had been at the bottom of my suitcase. How many years had it been since I last touched these things? About eight years, probably. After I got married to Reginald, I never picked up a paintbrush again. And after having the baby, I was taking care of the kid every day. I quit my job and took care of everything around the house. I was really like a free nanny Charlie said I was. After I finished tidying up, I sent Reginald a text, asking him to meet me at the Courthouse entrance at nine in the morning. Everything would be wonderful and promising after tomorrow. The next day, I arrived at the Courthouse entrance ten minutes early. The weather in coastal cities could change in a flash. Just a few days ago, it was 109 degrees Fahrenheit. But today, it looked like a typhoon was coming. I waited until noon, and the Courthouse staff had already gone off work for lunch. But I still hadn’t seen Reginald. I sighed and decided to find a place to eat first. However, as I was passing by a store, I suddenly saw a billboard on the second floor swaying in the wind, about to fall. Right under the billboard, a little girl was squatting on the ground, playing with marbles. Before I could even think, I rushed over and shielded the little girl. I felt the billboard smash hard onto my forehead, and blood instantly blurred my vision. Thankfully, the little girl was okay. But I was pinned down by the heavy billboard and couldn’t move. My consciousness started to fade, and I vaguely heard Reginald’s voice. He said, “Lauren, Charlie, hurry up and get away from here and into the car. We shouldn’t have come out for fondue today. It’s so windy.” Lauren seemed to have seen me. “There’s someone over there who seems to have been hit by a billboard.” I could also faintly hear Charlie’s voice. He said, “Mom said there are a lot of people out there trying to extort money after an accident. We’d better not get involved. There are so many people around anyway.” Everything went black in front of me, and I passed out completely. On the other side, Reginald took Lauren and Charlie home safely. He looked through our chat history several times. Then, he stared at Charlie and asked, “Has your mom contacted you?” Charlie shook his head and said nervously, “Mom isn’t really mad this time, is she? Maybe we should go back.” Reginald said, “Your mom usually does whatever we ask. She was so obedient and meek. She must have listened to Kayla and is trying to force us to give in. Giving in once isn’t a big deal, but I’m afraid she’ll get spoiled and we won’t have our freedom anymore. “Even if your mom is heartless and ignores me, she won’t be able to bear leaving you. If you want your mom to admit she’s wrong, let me think about what illness we should make you fake…” Before he could finish, his phone rang. It was Kayla calling. “Charlie, you son of a bitch. Michelle made an appointment with you to get the divorce papers. How could she be on that desolate and wrong road? How could she get hit by a billboard? Do you know she lay there for an hour before someone found her and sent her to the hospital?”

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After a cold war with my husband, William Dawson, I was fatally stabbed three times during a robbery. My twin sister, Hannah Palmer, drowning in gambling debts, deliberately took my place after my death to get close to William. She acted like a complete doormat around William. Unlike me, she never got jealous of William’s first love. She’d even bring them condoms when they were fooling around in our marital bed. William finally cracked and asked Hannah what happened to his jealous wife, who used to fight for his attention. I had to laugh at that. I’d been dead all this time. How hadn’t he noticed? ***** The door opened, and my husband, William, walked in from outside. Behind him was Eleanor Bishop, his first love. His smile vanished when he glanced at the dining table, replaced by a stern expression. Instead of looking for me, he called my name commandingly. “Hazel Palmer, didn’t I tell you I was bringing Eleanor over for dinner? Where’s the food?” “I” quickly poked my head out of the kitchen. I had a placating smile on my face. “I’m sorry, Honey. Let me get you some fruit to snack on while I finish up. Dinner will be ready soon.” William frowned at my response, which was unusual for him. I knew precisely why he was frowning. I had changed from how I used to be. In the past, I couldn’t even stand hearing Eleanor’s name, let alone having William bring her home for dinner. But now I was, wearing an appeasing smile, not angry at all, even offering them fruit to tide them over. Eleanor was surprised by “my” behavior, but she quickly composed herself and said, “Don’t worry. I’ll help you.” With that, she walked into the kitchen. She picked up the pot of boiling water from the stove. But she was careless. Her hand slipped as soon as she lifted it, and the pot crashed to the floor, splashing scalding water all over me. “My” skin instantly turned an angry red. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to,” Eleanor apologized to me. William rushed into the kitchen immediately. Still, his first words were to Eleanor instead of checking my injury. “Are you okay?” His question seemed to snap Eleanor out of her daze. Her eyes turned red with tears. “William, I didn’t mean to. I was trying to help…” Probably afraid that “I” would blame Eleanor, William cut in before “I” could speak. “Hazel, Eleanor didn’t do it on purpose. If you want to blame someone, blame yourself for being careless!” He then turned to Eleanor, his voice softening as he comforted her. “Don’t worry. She won’t be mad. I know you didn’t mean it. Just ignore her!” I found William’s words laughable. Of course I wouldn’t be mad. The reason “I” wouldn’t be mad was because the person standing in front of him wasn’t me. It was my sister Hannah. Hannah and I were twins. But we had different personalities. I was warm and obedient since childhood. At the same time, Hannah had always been rebellious and cold. Hannah and I were like two parallel lines heading in entirely different directions. While I followed our parents’ wishes, studying and growing up according to plan, Hannah dropped out of high school and even landed in jail for fighting, making our parents so angry they practically disowned her. After Hannah got out of jail, our parents gave her ten thousand dollars and cut ties with her, declaring she was on her own. I hadn’t seen Hannah since then. A few years after I graduated from college and started working, I married William. Hannah wasn’t at my wedding. I had never told William about having a twin sister named Hannah, so he had no idea that the person standing before him now, pretending to be me, was my sister. The next time I saw Hannah was the day I was stabbed to death by a criminal. I was lying there covered in blood, and the attacker had already disappeared. I was at the entrance of an alley, and my phone was dead, so I was about to call passersby for help. At that moment, someone happened to walk by.

I screamed for help at the top of my lungs. She walked toward me, and only when she stood right before me did I recognize her as my sister Hannah, whom I hadn’t seen in years. She clicked her tongue at the sight of my blood-covered body and said, “Well, well, Hazel. Never thought I’d find you in a worse state than me after all these years.” Hannah called for an ambulance, but it was too late. By the time I reached the hospital, I had already lost too much blood. The doctor pronounced me dead. After learning that Hannah was my next of kin, the doctors released my body to her care. Hannah couldn’t care less about my body. She went through my belongings, taking everything valuable, like my phone, wallet, and bank cards. She used facial recognition to unlock my phone easily and transferred money from my bank account. After emptying my accounts, she must have gotten bored because she started scrolling through my chat history. That was when she discovered I had gotten married to a wealthy husband. Hannah touched her face, identical to mine, as a devious plan began to form in her mind. Facing a massive debt of several hundred thousand dollars, she saw an opportunity to solve her problems by extracting money from my husband in my place. So she hastily disposed of my body, kept my death a secret from everyone, and stepped into my life. As for me? After death, I became a wandering spirit, following Hannah and watching everything unfold. ***** Returning to the present, I watched Hannah examine her scalded leg, raising an eyebrow. She played with William’s concern, telling Eleanor, “It’s fine, just a burn. I know you didn’t mean it, but even minor burns need proper medical attention…” William caught Hannah’s drift and pulled out his phone, transferring some money to her. “I’ve sent you ten thousand dollars. Go get that treated at the hospital!” When the bank notification pinged, Hannah smiled. “Sure thing, Honey. I’ll head to the hospital and get it taken care of,” she replied smoothly. William frowned slightly at how quickly she agreed. Hannah turned and walked out of the apartment. Instead of going to the hospital, she went straight to pay off her debts with the ten thousand dollars William had transferred. I had no idea how much money Hannah had borrowed over all these years. But one thing was clear. If this continued, William would end up completely broke. I wasn’t worried about William at all. I looked forward to the day when Hannah would drain him dry. The thought made me laugh at the irony of it all. The old me would have hated to see Hannah drag William down into her mess. But now, I felt nothing but peace about it. ***** When Hannah came to her senses, it was already evening when she finished paying off the debt. She wandered outside longer, not heading home until eight o’clock. But Hannah couldn’t have picked a worse time to return. When she opened the door, she caught Eleanor snuggling up against William, the two looking cozy. William and Eleanor jumped apart the moment they saw Hannah. I let out a bitter laugh. I’d lost count of how often I’d seen William and Eleanor getting intimate. William used to be discreet about it, but now he didn’t even try hiding it anymore. “Oh, sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt you two. Please, carry on! I’ll get out of your way…” Hannah started to close the door after witnessing the scene. She still needed William’s help with the debt, so she knew better than to make him unhappy. But William moved faster than Hannah could close the door. He grabbed her arm. “Don’t get the wrong idea. It’s not what you think with Eleanor and me. She was dizzy, so I steadied her in case she fell…” I could hardly believe my ears. William, who always called me unreasonable and a shrew, was trying to explain his behavior to Eleanor. Hannah maintained her smile, completely unfazed. “It’s totally fine. I understand. I hope I didn’t interrupt anything.” She started to turn around and close the door to leave. William grabbed Hannah’s arm with a sudden burst of unexplained anger. “Hazel, aren’t you jealous at all?” “Why should I be jealous?” Hannah replied with genuine confusion. “If you like Eleanor, I’d be happy for you…” She continued speaking, completely missing William’s darkening expression. Before she could finish, he roughly grabbed her wrist and demanded, “Hazel, shouldn’t you be throwing a fit right now? Or are you playing hard to get with me?!” William’s words hung in the air. Hannah found his reaction completely absurd. I found it just as absurd as she did. He used to hate it when I would make scenes and act like a jealous shrew. Now that Hannah had become his idea of a perfect, understanding wife, he was utterly lost.

“I’m not upset, William. I truly am happy for you,” Hannah spoke calmly. “Whether you like Eleanor or someone else, you can bring either home. I don’t mind.” “Are you being honest with me?” William stared intently at her, his brows furrowed as he searched her face for hidden feelings. “Yes, completely honest.” I’d expected William to be thrilled when Hannah said those words. Instead, his face darkened with an icy, unhappy expression. “I’ll get out of your way then,” Hannah continued, ignoring his cold demeanor. “But William, I’ll need some money for a hotel. Could you transfer some to me?” William’s expression grew even darker. “Money, money, money! That’s all you ask for lately. Do you want money? Fine, here! Take it and get out!” He pulled a credit card from his pocket and threw it at Hannah’s face. Hannah didn’t get angry. She picked up the card and walked away. I couldn’t help but find William’s expression somewhat amusing. Ever since Eleanor had returned from abroad, William had been wholly devoted to her. He had neglected me, his wife of seven years. Whenever I questioned him about his relationship with Eleanor, he accused me of making a fuss over nothing. Now that Hannah was a compliant wife instead of a questioning one, he wasn’t happy either. ***** Hannah lay in her hotel bed that night. She kept staring at the credit card William had given her, turning it repeatedly in her hands. “William’s loaded… I wonder how much I could get in a divorce settlement,” Hannah muttered. The next day, Hannah called lawyers to discuss divorce proceedings. She stayed away from home for several days, busy with preparations. On the seventh day, Hannah received a text message from William. William: [I’m out of condoms. Bring some over.] Not only was William sleeping with her first love, but he was deliberately rubbing it in “my” face. I would have cursed him out if I had been on the other end of that phone before. I would have hung up on him hard. If that weren’t enough to cool my anger, I would have tracked him down for a screaming match and a physical fight. But now, I feel nothing for him. I just had a calm urge to laugh. But Hannah was different from me. In her world, she only knew how to obey to get more money from William. As expected, she agreed to his request. Hannah bought a box of condoms and delivered them to William’s hotel room. She knocked on the door. The door quickly opened, and William froze momentarily when he saw Hannah. “I can’t believe you actually came,” he said in a dull voice, somewhere between addressing her and talking to himself. William stood there, clearly surprised by her presence. “Do you need anything else? If not, I’m leaving,” Hannah said flatly, ignoring his comment. Her words snapped William back to reality. Seeing she was about to leave, he grabbed her arm roughly. “Hazel, what happened to you? Why have you changed so much?” Instead of answering, Hannah asked, “About the money for the condoms…” William frowned deeply. “Money again! Is that all you care about?” “Yeah, that’s right. Don’t worry. As long as you pay me, I won’t get in the way of you and Eleanor. You two can be together without any concerns. “I’ll even divorce you if the price is right.” William finally realized something was seriously wrong with “me” at that moment. His voice was confused as his eyes scanned me up and down. “You were never like this before, Hazel. “Where did the old you go?” I floated in the air as I let out a sneer. Didn’t he know I was already dead? Hannah wanted to leave, probably afraid of exposing her identity. “If nothing else, I’ll be going now.” William tried to grab Hannah but only caught her clothes. Her collar tore at the shoulder, revealing the spot where my birthmark should have been now wholly bare. William noticed this immediately. He stood there speechless, his jaw dropped. “You’re…”

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I watched my sister, Eliana Meyer, die before my eyes, stabbed by gangsters who were supposedly trying to save me. At least, that was what everyone believed. In the aftermath of her death, my mother, Grace Meyer, made an unthinkable suggestion that I should marry Eliana’s widower, Caleb Grant, to ensure her seven-year-old daughter Zoey would be properly cared for. Under Caleb’s roof, I endured countless humiliations and brushes with death, all to protect my young niece. Yet the truth, when it finally emerged, was far more twisted than I could have imagined. Eliana hadn’t died at all. She was very much alive, flaunting her new life on the arm of a wealthy man. “Madelyn, I must thank you,” she said with a smirk, “for enduring that sadist on my behalf. Not only did you raise my troubled daughter, but you’ve also left me quite a generous inheritance—tens of millions of dollars.” Even young Zoey, whom I’d sacrificed everything to protect, turned against me. She joined Eliana in spreading vicious rumors that I had murdered Caleb. The cyberbullying that followed was relentless. But fate, it seemed, had other plans. I was reborn and found myself thrust back in time to the moment when Grace first suggested I marry Caleb. ***** “Eliana is gone, and Zoey is only seven!” The words pierced through my consciousness. “That poor child could end up dead at the hands of some cruel stepmother before she even has a chance to grow up!” My stomach churned with phantom pain as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. The scene before me was awash in white. Mourners with bowed heads, their quiet sobs filling the air. Grace clutched at my legs, her wails echoing through the funeral hall. The familiar voice brought me back to full awareness. I was reborn! Noticing my lack of reaction, Grace struck me across the face. “Madelyn Meyer, you heartless bastard!” She rose to her feet, her eyes blazing with fury. “Your sister died saving your life, and you can’t even shed a single tear? How can you be so cold?” I touched my stinging cheek and met her gaze with steel in my voice. “Eliana didn’t die saving me. Those criminals were after her.” In my previous life, I’d discovered that Eliana had somehow managed to clear a massive debt overnight. Before I could uncover the source of her sudden wealth, she was “killed” in what appeared to be an act of heroic sacrifice to save me. Grief had blinded me to the suspicious circumstances surrounding her death. Grace suggested that I marry Caleb to repay his years of kindness to our family and to ensure Zoey wouldn’t suffer at the hands of a stepmother. Caleb threatened to demand repayment of all the money he’d given our family if I refused. Grace couldn’t come up with so much money. With my father long dead, Grace had worked multiple jobs just to raise me and Eliana up. In the end, I had no choice but to agree. Only after the marriage did I discover Caleb was a sadist who took pleasure in torture. I endured his brutality to shield Zoey, never knowing that she stood outside the door during my ordeals, laughing at my screams. I raised Zoey with great difficulty, and Caleb died. But it turned out to be a complete scam. This time would be different. I wouldn’t be manipulated into paying Eliana’s debts or sacrificing myself. Grace’s face contorted with rage at my defiance. “You must have caused Eliana’s death! Why else would those men spare you? “You must have been involved with them somehow and them to kill your sister! My poor daughter couldn’t even rest in peace because of you!” The gathered mourners began to whisper, their accusations growing bolder with each passing moment. I’d never understood Grace’s blatant favoritism toward Eliana throughout our childhood. Though we were twins, she’d chosen to send Eliana to community college while denying me the chance to attend a prestigious university. It wasn’t until my dying moments in my previous life that I’d learned the truth: Eliana and I weren’t true twins at all. She was the product of Grace’s affair with her first love, and everything had been orchestrated to pave the way for Eliana’s happiness. “Since Eliana died in your place, you should marry Caleb,” Grace declared.

The statement shocked the assembled mourners into silence, though none dared speak in my defense. This was, after all, Eliana’s funeral. I let out a bitter laugh. “Mom, Eliana is dead. Why should I marry her husband?” Grace’s grief vanished instantly, replaced by an unsettling smile. “You can care for Zoey, and you’ll finally have someone to marry. Isn’t that perfect?” Perfect? It was perfect only for Eliana’s schemes and Caleb. Before I could respond, a male voice cut through the tension. Caleb appeared, dressed inappropriately bright for a funeral, striding purposefully toward us. “Your mother is right,” he said. “Now that Eliana is gone, it makes sense for you to marry me, Madelyn. As Zoey’s aunt, you must care about her welfare more than anyone else would.” He pushed Zoey in front of me. I saw something in the seven-year-old’s expression that chilled me to the bone. There was a darkness there that no child should possess. Zoey had always been troubled. Eliana had dismissed her behavior as a sign of exceptional character, claiming she was “different” from other children and destined for greatness. But I remembered how she’d progressed from tearing classmates’ dresses to deliberately blinding another child with a pencil. As Zoey grew older, I increasingly felt that something was wrong. Grace had always excused Zoey’s violence as the natural response of a motherless child. When Caleb had turned his perverted attention toward Zoey, I’d stepped in to protect her, becoming the target of his sadistic impulses instead. I’d worked myself to exhaustion to keep her in school, enduring Caleb’s torture to protect her. Yet she’d responded by treating me like a servant and joining in the abuse. She’d justified it by saying I deserved it for “killing” her mother. I endured it silently out of guilt. When Eliana came back, Zoey brushed me off without a second thought, eagerly spreading lies about me murdering Caleb for his inheritance. Eliana had long been aware of Zoey’s violent tendencies. To escape from the sadistic father-daughter duo, she faked her own death and left me to deal with all the fallout. Now, facing Grace and Caleb’s calculated manipulation, I couldn’t help but laugh out loud. The sudden sound startled everyone present. “Does this mean you’ll marry Caleb?” Grace asked, overjoyed. “No,” I replied, still chuckling. “I’m just happy for Eliana.” Confused faces turned toward me. “Her body’s barely cold,” I continued, “and here you are, already trying to pass off her husband and daughter. I wonder if she’d be angry enough to rise from the dead if she knew.” Grace’s face drained of color. “What are you talking about? Eliana is dead! Her body is cold!” Ignoring her protests, I stepped forward and lifted the coffin lid. A gasp escaped my lips as I peered inside. “Where’s Eliana? Could she really have risen from the dead?”

The crowd surged forward, their faces contorting in shock as they peered into the empty coffin. The very idea that Eliana could somehow have returned to life left them dumbfounded. I knew better. Grace’s devotion to Eliana would never have allowed her to suffer in a coffin any longer than necessary. In my previous life, she’d rushed to hold the funeral the very day after Eliana’s death. Even then, I’d harbored doubts about Eliana’s sudden “murder.” The attackers hadn’t demanded money or shown any other criminal intent. Why kill her? But whenever I tried to investigate, Grace had shut me down, insisting we let Eliana “rest in peace” as quickly as possible. After Caleb and I held the wedding, Grace prevented us from obtaining a marriage certificate, claiming it would dishonor Eliana’s memory if I officially took her place as Caleb’s wife. I’d found it suspicious, but Zoey’s tears had eventually worn down my defenses. Only later did I realize the truth. They needed to preserve Eliana’s legal status as Caleb’s wife so she could inherit his property. Panic flashed across Grace’s face as she watched her carefully constructed lies begin to unravel. “I… I deliberately arranged for an empty coffin,” she stammered, scrambling for an excuse. “I was worried that too much wailing would disturb Eliana’s spirit.” The mourners’ expressions darkened. They’d come out of respect, only to be accused of being too noisy in their grief. Caleb wasn’t buying it. He seized Grace by her collar, his face contorted with rage. “You scheming witch! Is my wife dead or not? “Is this all some elaborate performance you cooked up with that bitch? I’ve poured money into your family for years, and all I got was a daughter! Even if that woman is dead, Madelyn owes me a son!” Grace trembled under his grip, managing only to promise him an answer within a few days. Though clearly unsatisfied, Caleb released her with a curt nod. Before he left, he turned his lustful gaze on me, warning Grace to keep me in good condition and avoid causing him any further trouble. As Caleb’s footsteps faded, Grace raised her hand to strike me. Then, she caught herself, remembering Caleb’s warning. Her eyes burned with barely contained fury. I caught her suspended hand, forcing tears into my eyes. “Mom, Eliana didn’t really die, did she?” Grace sneered, “Oh, now you remember I’m your mother? Is this how you repay everything I’ve done for you?” The hatred in her gaze intensified. But I only responded with a knowing smile.   Caleb had left Zoey behind at the funeral, and Grace seized the opportunity to push her into my care. Despite my reluctance, Zoey’s tears and pleas to stay with me played on my guilt. Still, I took her home. Zoey was quite smart and knew who was nice to her. Unfortunately, in my previous life, I treated her wholeheartedly, yet she ended up turning on me cruelly. I set her up in the guest room. That night, I fell into an uneasy sleep, only to be jolted awake by a flash of light. A small figure stood in the darkness, practicing stabbing motions with a kitchen knife. Cold sweat trickled down my spine until I recognized Zoey’s silhouette. Relieved, I switched on the light. “Why aren’t you in bed?” I asked. But Zoey just smiled and asked, “Aunt Madelyn, are you trying to take Dad away?” The question confused me. But memories of my previous life’s ending steeled my resolve to avoid entanglement with this family. I shook my head in denial and ushered her back to her room. As I locked my door, her parting words echoed in my mind, “Aunt Madelyn, my mother finally ran away. Are you going to be my new mother now?” My hands trembled on the lock. Zoey had known everything all along. In my previous life, all my sacrifices and kindness had meant nothing to her. I forced myself to sleep, pushing away the thoughts. The next morning brought Eliana’s scheduled cremation. Grace stood beside the stretcher, performing her grief with theatrical sobs. The mourners, still stinging from yesterday’s rebuke, maintained a stony silence. Seeing her audience unresponsive, Grace stopped crying. She motioned for the funeral home staff to wheel away the body. “Wait,” I called out, extending my hand. “Let me see Eliana one last time.” Grace glared at me. “What do you want?” “We’re twins,” I said, sobbing. “Something tells me she’s come back to us.” “What nonsense!” Grace’s hand rose to strike me again, but Caleb caught her wrist. Her fear of him was instant, and she manifested in an awkward laugh. With Caleb’s backing, the other mourners found their voices, encouraging me to look. Without hesitation, I pulled back the cloth covering the corpse. The face beneath was caked with powder, features completely obscured. “This isn’t Eliana at all!” I shouted.   I snatched up the identification tag lying. Grace lunged for it, but as she tried to grab it from me, she lost her balance and fell. I fixed the funeral home staff member with a stare, demanding, “Where is Eliana’s real body? She died in an accident. If her body is missing, you’re complicit in covering up a murder.” The threat had its intended effect. The long-haired woman posing as staff began to tremble. I’d noticed as soon as I arrived that she clearly wasn’t a genuine funeral home employee. Under pressure, she led us to another room. There lay Eliana, her eyelashes quivering slightly. She’d obviously just positioned herself there. I allowed myself a satisfied smile. After all, her body would be cremated soon. Grace opened her mouth to protest. But Caleb cut her off coldly, “Since Eliana was my wife, I want to witness her cremation personally. No one leaves until this is done.” Grace’s behavior after Eliana’s death had raised Caleb’s suspicion. He suspected this might be Eliana’s act to escape him, and he wouldn’t believe she was truly dead until he saw her body reduced to ashes with his own eyes. Zoey clung to Caleb’s clothes, a knowing smile playing across her face. The mourners watched with poorly concealed curiosity. Caleb pinned Grace to the ground as the long-haired woman began wheeling Eliana toward the crematorium. As the stretcher approached the flames, I noticed Eliana’s fingers twitch in response to the heat. “Wait!” I cried out. “Look at her hand! It’s moving! It might be a final reflex!” I quickly pulled the stretcher back. Observing Grace’s oddly calm expression, I knew their plan: Eliana would pretend to regain consciousness from the heat, claiming some sort of shock-induced coma. But I wouldn’t let that happen. I threw myself over Eliana’s body, sobbing dramatically, “Eliana, have you come back to see us? I knew you couldn’t bear to leave us like this!” As I clutched at her clothes, I made sure to dig my fingers into her flesh where no one could see. Her body tensed, and her brows furrowed slightly in pain. “Look!” I exclaimed. “She’s responding to me! If we keep talking to her, she might come back!” The others ignored my outburst, assuming I was simply overwhelmed by grief. I wiped my tears and began reminiscing about our childhood. “Remember when we were little? We used to compete to see who could hold their breath longer underwater. “You taught me a special trick, pinching the nose tight, like this.” I demonstrated by clamping her nose shut, curious to see how long she could maintain her act. “Oh, Eliana, you’re doing so well now,” I continued through my tears. “Why haven’t you woken up yet?” As her face began turning red, I increased the pressure. Finally, Eliana couldn’t take it anymore. She sat bolt upright, slapping my hand away and gasping for air. “Eliana, you really are alive!” I exclaimed in mock surprise.

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