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After my husband Frankie Anderson’s brother died, his wife Amelia Anderson brought back two birds from the mountains—a large bird and a small one. Amelia said she wanted to give these two birds to my daughter Phoebe Anderson as pets. I looked up information and discovered these two birds were vultures—birds of prey. I told Amelia to release them immediately before they could hurt anyone. But I never expected that mother vulture to be so intelligent. It stared at me with its sharp eyes and made harsh, guttural calls. From that day on, this mother vulture held a grudge against me. Every day it would drop bloody chicken bones into my plate and even took the opportunity to peck out my eye. I called in people from the forestry department to capture the vulture. But Amelia secretly damaged the cage and let the vulture escape. Later, Amelia said it was inconvenient for me with my injured eye, so she offered to take Phoebe out to play. They happened to encounter a flock of vultures. Phoebe’s neck was pecked by the mother vulture, her artery was damaged, and blood wouldn’t stop flowing. The smell of blood attracted more and more vultures. I threw myself forward desperately trying to protect Phoebe, but both Phoebe and I were torn to pieces by the swarm of vultures. We died without even having intact bodies left. When I opened my eyes again, Amelia was showing me the cage in her hands. This time, I’m going to make her taste the same pain. ***** The flock of vultures loomed over Phoebe and me. Their calls seemed to carry triumphant boasting. I lay dying in a pool of blood, my one good eye helplessly watching them carry away Phoebe’s severed head. “Amelia, what kind of birds are you carrying?” Frankie asked. He curiously bent down and leaned closer to the cage to look. The mother vulture immediately positioned itself in front of the young bird, glaring at Frankie with its feathers standing on end. Its beak was razor-sharp with barbs, capable of effortlessly tearing flesh from a person. That bone-deep pain seemed to linger in my body, making me shudder involuntarily. I pulled my toddling Phoebe behind me, cold sweat unconsciously soaking my clothes. Amelia said, “I found these in the mountains. The big bird was with the little one—so pitiful. When I saw this big bird, it reminded me of myself. Your brother died too young.” Amelia wiped at nonexistent tears in the corners of her eyes and handed the cage to me. Then she said to me, “Charlotte, you’re a mother too. Could you really bear to watch this big bird wander around alone with her child? Besides, I heard that when wild birds voluntarily come to someone’s home, they bring good fortune to that family.” Charlotte James is my real name. That mother vulture, like Amelia, looked at me with expectant eyes. I knew it was intelligent. In my previous life, I firmly refused to let Amelia keep such fierce birds in our home. As a result, it held a grudge against me, ultimately leading to tragedy. This time, I wouldn’t be so foolish. As if afraid I wouldn’t agree, Amelia stuck her finger into the cage and touched the mother vulture’s tail feathers. She said, “Look how well-behaved this bird is. They’d be perfect companions for Phoebe to play with.” The mother vulture wanted to stay, so it gently flapped its wings, its feathers softly brushing against Amelia’s hand. I calmly pushed Phoebe further back, then looked down at the mother vulture. At this moment, its eyes didn’t yet hold the hatred they had when it killed me in my previous life. I forced myself to smile. I said, “Amelia, you’re right. We’re both mothers. Even with animals, who could bear to watch one struggle with her child?” Amelia was startled by my words, and the smile immediately disappeared from her face. She said, “Charlotte, aren’t you the one who loves cleanliness the most? These birds will spread bacteria when they flap their wings.” I gritted my teeth and forced myself to touch the mother vulture’s feathers with my finger. I said, “Amelia, you don’t understand. Appropriate contact with small animals helps improve children’s immunity. Hasn’t your son Ethan Anderson been clamoring to have a pet?” Amelia threw down the cage, and the young bird inside cried out from being jostled. The mother vulture immediately shielded the young bird with its wing. Amelia said, “What good can come from boys playing with birds?” After saying this, she even yanked out one of the mother vulture’s feathers and stuck it in Phoebe’s hair. She said, “I think Phoebe is better suited to play with birds. She looks like a little bird herself.” Amelia went into the house without looking back, naturally missing the malicious stares both the mother vulture and I directed at her retreating figure. I knew Amelia wasn’t feeling sorry for the bird—she was feeling sorry for herself. She became a widow at such a young age, raising Ethan alone in the city without a job, inevitably facing people’s scorn. Frankie, out of family loyalty, used the excuse that his lumber mill needed workers and personally went to the city to bring Amelia and Ethan here. He said this would not only give Amelia an income but also provide extra help caring for Phoebe and me. But seeing our harmonious marriage made Amelia uncomfortable, and she constantly caused trouble for me. I thought since we were all family, I should be patient. But I never expected that in the end, I couldn’t even save my own life and Phoebe’s. I gripped Phoebe’s small hand tightly. Since I could start over, I was going to make Amelia pay an equal price for her actions.

In my previous life, I insisted on giving the birds away. But every time I brought it up, Amelia would sit on the floor crying while clutching the bird. Whenever she cried, Frankie would come out to mediate. He’d say, “Charlotte, Amelia has no one to rely on. Just be patient with her. They’re just two birds—we can afford to keep them.” Eventually, under Frankie’s persuasion, we each made concessions. I stopped talking about giving the birds away, and Amelia promised to keep both birds caged. But that was only when Frankie was home. The mother vulture acted docile, completely putting Frankie at ease. Once Frankie left for the forest station, Amelia would secretly let the bird out. I was constantly scratched and bloodied by it. Yet Amelia would just hold it protectively in her arms, blaming everything on me. She’d say, “Charlotte, why does it only scratch you and not others? You must have scared it. Did you touch its baby? I never realized you were so vicious—you won’t even spare little birds.” Then she’d go crying to Frankie, telling him I was heartless and took my anger out on the birds, which was why I got hurt. Frankie was fed up with this and would come home scolding me for being cruel enough to pick fights with two birds. I was furious and would argue with Frankie. Whenever this happened, Amelia would reward the mother vulture by feeding it live chickens. Having received this benefit, the mother vulture would scratch me even more viciously the next time. It even spat bloody bones and flesh into my plate. It wasn’t until it pecked out one of my eyes and I was screaming that I’d kill it that Frankie finally agreed to hand the bird over to the forestry department. Before the mother vulture was taken away, I saw Amelia feeding it raw meat again. Amelia said, “It’s not that I don’t want to keep you—it’s just that woman is too vicious and doesn’t like you. She’s too stingy to feed you meat, wanting to save it all for her man so he’ll have energy in bed. That woman not only got my husband killed, but now she wants to drive you out too. She said that as long as she’s alive, she’ll kill your baby first, then kill you.” The mother vulture stared at me through the window with its sharp eyes, my face wrapped in bandages. It opened its beak wide, letting out a harsh, grating cry. With tears in her eyes, Amelia put both birds into a cage she had tampered with beforehand. The workers hadn’t gotten far before the mother vulture broke out of the cage and flew into the mountains with its young. Soon after, it gathered a large flock of vultures and flew back to seek revenge on me. Seeing the birds circling overhead, Amelia carried Phoebe outside. Then she deliberately left Phoebe alone by the roadside. The isolated Phoebe was discovered and injured by the mother vulture, and her pitiful cries drew me running outside. By the time I rushed over to protect Phoebe, Amelia had already run far away. I was torn apart by the flock of vultures until I was a bloody mess, collapsing beside her, too weak to struggle anymore, and died in agony. They believed Amelia’s words that I wanted to harm the little bird, so they used Phoebe to get revenge on me, even tearing her apart and carrying off the pieces to intimidate me. I suppressed the hatred in my heart, took a deep breath, and walked over to pick up the birdcage. I said helplessly, “What is Amelia doing? She brought them back but doesn’t want to keep them anymore. This mother bird even has a baby with her—they’re so thin it breaks your heart to see them.” Frankie frowned and glanced at me, asking, “Charlotte, haven’t you always been uninterested in animals?” I found a thick cardboard box and lined it with cotton. Then I said, “I think they’re too pitiful.” Frankie didn’t think much of it. After a quick look, he found an excuse to knock on Amelia’s door and went in to comfort her softly. I placed the cardboard box under a tree in the yard, then opened the birdcage. My whole body was trembling slightly, but I still forced myself to reach my hand inside. The mother vulture flinched and looked at me warily. I cut a few pieces of fresh meat from the refrigerator and placed them in the cardboard box. I smiled and said, “Go ahead and eat, don’t be afraid. The cage is too small, but this cardboard box has good ventilation. You can fly whenever you want.” The mother vulture observed me for a long time before cautiously poking its head out, picking up a piece of meat to feed the baby vulture. Seeing that I truly had no intention of harming them, it finally brought the baby bird into the cardboard box.

Amelia shouted, “Charlotte, what are you feeding those birds?” She rushed over and pushed me aside. When she saw the meat in the box, she flew into a rage and kicked the cardboard box over. Then she roared, “This meat is what I bought for Ethan’s beef pot roast. How could you use it to feed these two beasts? Isn’t corn enough for two birds? How can you be so stupid? I paid for this meat.” In my past life, the more I resisted the vultures, the more Amelia rewarded them. Forget meat—she’d even feed them freshly killed chickens. Now that her plan wasn’t working, she was showing her true colors. I smiled and said, “Amelia, didn’t you know? These birds are vultures, and they’re protected animals. Besides, vultures are carnivores—they’ll starve to death without meat. Amelia, you’re so kind to have brought them home. You wouldn’t begrudge them just these two pieces of meat, would you?” Amelia was so angry she was panting, glaring at me. Naturally, she didn’t notice the mother vulture staring at her face with hateful eyes. I pulled out two hundred dollars and stuffed them into Amelia’s pocket. Then I said, “Amelia, I’ll pay to buy more meat for Ethan and bring back a few pieces for the vultures too. Since they’ve come to our home, we’re meant to be together. I certainly can’t let them go hungry.” Amelia took the money, rolled her eyes at me, then turned and walked away. She muttered under her breath, “Idiot!” I pretended not to hear, put the cardboard box back in place, then filled a small dish with water for them. The mother vulture completely let down her guard around me. After eating and drinking her fill, she even nuzzled my fingers with her head. Over the next few days, I fed the vultures meat on schedule every day and personally went to buy live chickens. I placed the chopped chicken meat in Phoebe’s hands and guided her hand to the mother vulture’s beak. I looked at the two vultures with loving eyes, though my heart was pounding nervously. But to spare Phoebe from experiencing that heart-wrenching pain again, I had to take this step. The mother vulture looked at Phoebe, then at me, and opened her mouth to eat the chicken meat. I held Phoebe and whispered to her, “Phoebe, these two birds are just like you and me. I love you very much, and the big bird loves the little bird too. They’re your friends. You need to give them a warm home, okay?” Phoebe nodded vigorously and gently stroked the mother vulture’s back. The mother vulture showed no resistance at all. She said, “I want to protect them well.” The mother vulture raised her head to look at us, her eyes seeming to glisten with tears. Every day I patiently taught Phoebe how to care for them, and Phoebe learned earnestly. Within a few days, she was playing happily with the vultures. The young vulture would hop onto Phoebe’s hand, and the mother vulture would wrap her wings around Phoebe’s small hands. We were getting along harmoniously when Ethan came running over with a bucket and soaked the cardboard box completely. Steam was still rising from the water in the bucket. I immediately lifted both vultures out, but my hands got blistered from the heat. I asked, “Ethan, what are you doing?” Ethan wasn’t afraid of me and made a face at me. He said, “My mom said she found these two birds, so they belong to our family. I can do whatever I want with them.” Ethan’s commotion drew Amelia outside. She said, “I thought it was something serious. They’re just two beasts, aren’t they? If they die, it’s no big deal. Charlotte, you can treat them like treasures if you want. But how can you involve the child in this nonsense? Your hands are all red from the burns. Never mind. I’ll get revenge for you. I’ll kill these two birds right now and roast them to nourish your body.” With that, Amelia headed for the kitchen to get a knife. I roared, “Don’t you dare!” I clutched both vultures tightly to my chest, not letting Amelia get close. Amelia laughed and said, “Charlotte, have you lost your mind? You’re protecting these two beasts like they’re your children?” She grabbed the knife and slashed toward the young vulture in my arms.                         I screamed in terror, “No!” I raised my hand to shield the baby vulture, but Amelia showed no mercy and slashed my arm directly. The baby vulture let out a mournful cry as it fell to the ground, and Amelia immediately chopped off its head with her knife. I stared at her intently, wondering: “What grudge could possibly drive her to go to such lengths to kill me?” My desperate attempt to protect the baby vulture made the mother vulture completely accept me as her master. Amelia, who had killed its child, was destined to face punishment. The mother vulture broke free from my arms and bared her talons at Amelia. The mother vulture clawed Amelia’s arm until it was bloody, forcing her to drop the knife and flee with her head covered. Ethan was terrified and stood frozen in place. After attacking Amelia, the mother vulture charged at Ethan and scratched his head directly. Ethan burst into tears. Amelia wanted to save Ethan but was afraid of being clawed by the mother vulture. She sat on the ground sobbing, her cries drawing neighbors out to watch the commotion. Living a second life, I had learned to strike first and seize the initiative. While Amelia was still crying, I started crying first and said, “Amelia, how exactly have I offended you? You actually tried to hack me to death! You’re the one who brought these two birds back. You said you felt sorry for them and insisted on keeping them at home. But you never took care of them once – I’ve been looking after them for you this whole time. What did I do wrong?” I had always been well-mannered and constantly yielded to Amelia. This was the first time I had argued with her in front of so many people. Amelia was so shocked her mouth fell open and she froze in place, even forgetting to cry. Then she cursed, “Charlotte, you’re talking nonsense! That beast was clearly trying to hurt Ethan.” I kicked over the water bucket. Then I shouted, “Then tell me, why would Ethan get attacked by the bird? Phoebe is so small, yet the bird didn’t hurt her. How did Ethan get scratched?” Amelia hesitated and said, “Ethan was just trying to give them a bath.” Hearing her words, the surrounding neighbors all laughed. It was the first time they’d heard of someone wanting to bathe birds. I held up my scalded hand and said, “With freshly boiled hot water? These are protected animals. If I hadn’t blocked it, Ethan would probably be going to jail. And now you’ve killed a protected animal and even came after me. You better prepare for prison.” This time, Amelia completely dropped her act and crawled up to lunge at me. She roared, “What are you saying, you b*tch? How dare you curse me! I’m going to tear your mouth apart! I’m going to scratch up your face and see how you seduce Frankie then.” I snorted coldly, forming a bold suspicion in my mind. But before Amelia could reach me, Frankie pushed open the courtyard gate and stopped her: “What’s all this commotion about?” The neighbors enthusiastically filled Frankie in. Amelia had always been aggressive and had quarreled with all the surrounding neighbors, so naturally they wouldn’t side with her now. One woman said, “Amelia kept calling your wife a b*tch. How can she say such things?” Another woman said, “Yes. She also said Charlotte was seducing Frankie. They’re husband and wife – that’s not seduction.” A man said, “I think she’s man-crazy, so she can’t stand seeing them as a loving couple. Frankie takes care of them for his brother’s sake, and she’s truly ungrateful.” The darker Frankie’s expression became as he listened, the more he picked up the knife from the ground and threw it against the courtyard wall. The neighbors fell silent and sheepishly returned home. He said, “I’ll send the birds away tomorrow.” Frankie was afraid that if things escalated, Amelia would really go to prison, so he gave gifts to every household, asking them not to spread the word. Amelia shot me a triumphant look, then followed Frankie inside with Ethan. I crouched on the ground to carefully examine the mother vulture’s condition. Using the pain in my arm, I forced out tears. I said, “I don’t blame you for hurting people. We’re both mothers – protecting our children isn’t wrong. I’m sorry I didn’t take good care of you both. You should fly away and forget these sad things. If you stay here any longer, they’ll kill you too.” I sobbed audibly, my tears dripping onto the mother vulture’s feathers. The mother vulture flew to my shoulder and nuzzled away my tears with her head. Before flying away, she stared at Amelia’s bedroom window for a long time. After that, she never appeared again. But I knew she would definitely return. Sure enough, she didn’t disappoint me.

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On my birthday, my boyfriend set off the most dazzling fireworks for his childhood sweetheart. A passerby captured the moment on video and quickly uploaded it online, where it quickly went viral, garnering an endless stream of well-wishes. His friends joked about me, asking, “What do you think about this?” I replied indifferently, “I just watched it. What else could I do?” The video spread like wildfire online, with the comment section filled with praise for them as a perfect match. As I listened to the joyful laughter of the fireworks in the video, the feast in front of me only made my heart sink deeper. —— It was my birthday, and Alex had promised to come home early to celebrate with me, but he called in the afternoon to say he had an unexpected engagement and would be late. I believed him and was still looking forward to celebrating my birthday with him when he got back. Little did I know, his “engagement” was to accompany his childhood sweetheart, Vivian, in setting off fireworks. How ironic it was. In the video, Alex’s handsome face, usually aloof and cold, was filled with laughter, and his eyes were full of tenderness as he looked at Vivian. This was a smile I had never received. Before this, I thought he was just naturally not a smiling person, incapable of expressing affection. I laughed in self-mockery, unwrapped the cake, and ate it in silence. The greasy, sweet taste spread in my mouth, but suddenly, it felt pretty pointless. I took my phone and called Alex. He answered quickly, and his voice was as cold as ever. “What’s up?” As he spoke, I could clearly hear the sound of fireworks in the background. After a two-second silence, I swallowed the cake in my mouth and asked calmly, “Where are you?” “At the office. What’s the matter.” He seemed to have moved away from the riverside, and the sound of fireworks was gone. His voice was still calm, showing no signs of the panic one would expect when lying. I glanced at the video on my tablet and felt even more disinterested. “Let’s break up.” “You’re making a fuss again.” I sneered, “Browse the videos online more often, Mr. Internet Celebrity.” With that, I hung up the phone. Since I had proposed the breakup, I shouldn’t stay at his place any longer. I looked at the untouched dishes on the table, got up, and went to the kitchen to find some containers to pack them up. Then I packed my belongings and took a taxi back to my small apartment, which I hadn’t visited in a long time. Finishing all this, I took a taxi back to my small house that I hadn’t visited in a long time. After I graduated from university, my parents bought me a small apartment in this city. After getting together with Alex, he always said that our homes were too far apart, and it was troublesome for us to commute between them, so he asked me to move in with him. Actually, the distance between these two houses was just the distance between him and me. We looked close, but our hearts seemed to be separated by the Pacific Ocean. Back in the long-lost small house, I tidied up simply and went to bed after washing up. The next day, I found only a few messages on my phone. [What’s the matter with you now?] [Come back when you’ve calmed down. Don’t be too willful.] It seemed he came home last night and found out I had moved out. I didn’t reply to his messages and just went about my own business. This kind of thing wasn’t the first time it had happened. Vivian would call him whenever something was wrong. She would even ask him to accompany her when she was awakened by thunder at midnight and couldn’t sleep. I had questioned him and quarreled and argued with him. But he said, “People with a dirty heart see everything as dirty.” Every time he abandoned me to go to Vivian, he would send me roses afterward to appease me. And I would continue to be deeply immersed in this relationship as if nothing had happened. But I was tired this time.

As I stepped out of the company after work in the evening, I saw him standing outside. Dressed in a suit, he had a handsome face and a tall and strong figure with excellent body proportions, just like a model on the runway. Passersby couldn’t help but look at him. If it were any other day, I would have gone up to him and asked him to get in the car to keep others from looking at him. But this time, I just wanted to pretend I didn’t see him. I walked towards the station on my own, and Alex quickly caught up with me. He didn’t mention the incident and said calmly, “It’s Jason’s birthday today. He invited us to have dinner together.” I stopped and looked at him. “Sure.” We got in the car, and there was a silence inside. The wind blew in from outside the window, and I smelled a faint scent of jasmine. It was the scent of Vivian. The scent wasn’t unpleasant. On a whim, I asked, “Do you like the smell of jasmine?” Alex’s eyes flickered slightly. “It’s okay.” “Really?” I thought, “Then why have I always smelled this scent on you before?” I didn’t say anything more. We arrived at the agreed hotel, where they had been waiting for a while. Seeing us come together, Vivian was obviously surprised. “Good evening, Alex, Isabella. We’ve been waiting for you for a long time.” I smiled indifferently and looked at Jason. “I’m sorry. I came in a hurry and didn’t bring a gift.” Jason is Alex and Vivian’s childhood friend. Alex always took me with him to their gatherings, and gradually we became acquainted. “I’ve given him a gift. You don’t need to feel sorry.” Alex led me to the table. The remaining two seats were opposite each other. I didn’t know if they arranged it on purpose. I let go of his hand and walked straight to the seat opposite. Alex’s expression changed slightly, but he didn’t say anything and sat down next to the empty seat beside Vivian. I knew what his friends were thinking. They never approved of Alex and me being together and were always cold to me. Before, I wanted to get along with them, and I would give them gifts I carefully selected for every holiday. But I’ve never seen anyone really use the things I gave them. They probably didn’t want to accept me from the bottom of their hearts. I was too naive to see such an obvious thing until now. I didn’t say a word and ate quietly. Alex chatted with them with ease, peeling shrimp without stopping. He never eats seafood unless someone peels the shell for him, and he will reluctantly try a bit because he finds it troublesome to peel it himself. However, he didn’t mind the trouble now. He peeled a whole plate of shrimp, moved it in front of Vivian, and then slowly took a wet wipe and wiped his hands carefully. This was a treatment I had never had. Seeing this, I felt depressed. I decided to let him go, but I still felt sad when I really saw him like this. Jason also noticed his actions. He looked at my expression and nudged Alex, teasing, “Don’t favor one over the other. Peel some shrimp for your girlfriend too.” Alex seemed to realize it for the first time, looked at the empty plate on the table, and said, “Order another plate.” “No.” I took a sip of my drink and said calmly, “I don’t like shrimp.” “How about fish then?” “I don’t like it.” Alex looked at the table, his eyebrows slightly wrinkled. “What about chicken?” “I don’t like it either.” He looked surprised, seemingly not expecting me to say this without hesitation. Meeting his gaze, I took a napkin calmly, wiped my mouth, and added, “I don’t like anything you said.” “Isabella, are you angry?” Vivian said cautiously, “Why don’t you eat this plate of shrimp? Please don’t be angry with Alex.”

Her timid look made me look like the bad guy. “How could I be angry? Please enjoy your meal. I just remembered I have some unfinished work, so I’ll take my leave.” With a calm smile, I picked up my bag, ready to leave. “Come on, are you still upset about Alex setting off fireworks for Vivi?” Jason mentioned deliberately, his gaze filled with provocation. Hearing him bring up this, Vivian spoke up, “I’m sorry, Isabella. I was in a mood back then, and Alex just wanted to cheer me up with that. Alex, you should apologize to Isabella.” Alex frowned upon hearing this, “I just set off some fireworks. Why should I apologize?” His words caused the atmosphere to freeze. Vivian smiled subtly at me from where he couldn’t see, as if silently declaring her possession over Alex. It was laughable. The person who did wrong had no idea that he was in the wrong. Just like before, he never realized his own faults. He thought he could just casually appease me and move on from this. I smiled, “Yes, you’re right. The fireworks were quite a spectacle. Keep it up next time.” With that, I left without looking back. The moment I closed the door, I heard Vivian’s voice. “Alex, go apologize quickly. Isabella is obviously angry.” “Don’t mind her. She’ll be fine in a few days.” His words stabbed at me like a sharp sword. What on earth had I done before to make him so confident? I walked out of the hotel slowly. The cool breeze of the early autumn night was refreshing. I strolled along the bustling streets, with couples passing by, their affectionate displays genuinely enviable. Before Vivian came back, Alex and I were just like them. We held hands tightly, unwilling to let go for fear of losing each other. So, why did things turn out this way? I felt heavy breathing, a bit suffocated. Seeing an ice cream truck on the side of the road, I thought for a moment and bought an ice cream. The moment I got the ice cream, I suddenly remembered his words vaguely. “You know you get a stomachache from eating ice cream, but you still can’t resist it.” I took a bite in a daze, and it was salty. “Your ice cream tastes off,” I said to the ice cream truck owner, my voice trembling. The owner glanced at me and handed me a tissue. “Miss, maybe you need to wipe your tears first.” I looked up, my eyes blurred, and I realized that tears had fallen on the ice cream. No wonder it tasted salty. I sniffed, turned around, and went home. I received a message from Alex as soon as I got home [Have you arrived home?] I glanced at it and didn’t reply. Soon, he sent another message: [Everyone didn’t have a good meal because of you today. Let’s invite them to dinner another day.] I still didn’t reply to him. He seemed to have lost patience and called me directly. I put down my phone and turned a deaf ear. When I came back after washing up, the phone had already fallen silent. Before going to bed, I habitually browsed through the WhatsApp statuses and unexpectedly saw a photo Vivian posted five minutes ago. The driver was driving in front, and Alex and Vivian were sitting in the back seat of the car. In the photo, he was resting his eyes languidly, while Vivian was shyly looking at the camera in a posture that leaned against him. The caption of the photo was: [It turns out I am still your first choice after so many years.] I gave a self-mocking smile and replied to her: [Congratulations.]

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After the plane crash, I refused the last life jacket that my husband Anthony Peterson’s brother Nicholas Peterson, who was the captain, handed to me, and then plummeted straight down from 330 feet. This was because in my previous life, I had accepted the life jacket Nicholas offered me and survived, but Nicholas died tragically in the crash. After Nicholas’s tragic death, I felt extremely guilty. Anthony proposed taking care of Nicholas’s wife Zoey Peterson and their son Jack Peterson, and I was forced to agree due to my guilt. Even my only chance to be promoted to department head at the hospital, I gave up to Zoey at Anthony’s request. Until my seventieth Christmas, I actually saw Nicholas, who was supposed to be dead, appear before me. He said to Anthony: “Anthony, thank goodness you came up with this fake death plan back then. Otherwise, after the plane crash, as the captain who caused the death of a whole plane full of people because of drinking, I would definitely face serious consequences and spend my whole life in prison. “It’s just that we’ve wronged Cora. She’s been deceived by us her entire life.” Cora Kelly is my real name. After hearing Nicholas’s words, I, who had endured everything my whole life, was so angry that I coughed up blood. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the plane crash. Nicholas said: “Cora, this is the last life jacket on the plane. Put it on quickly.” Looking at the life jacket Nicholas handed me, I felt terrified. Seeing that I didn’t take it, he showed an anxious expression. Then he urged again: “Cora, the plane is about to crash. Put on the life jacket quickly. “If something happens to you, how am I going to explain this to Anthony?” In my previous life, it was because I accepted his life jacket that I lived my entire life in guilt, and finally died of anger after learning the truth. In this life, I didn’t make the same mistake and firmly refused his offer. After I pushed Nicholas away, the plane plummeted rapidly. Amid screams and piercing wind, the plane crashed into the sea, and I lost consciousness from the tremendous impact. When I woke up again, I was already in a hospital room, wrapped in bandages all over my body, with only one arm able to move. Only then did I realize I had broken many bones, but fortunately, I had survived. Seeing me awake, Anthony excitedly shouted: “Cora, you’ve been unconscious for three days and nights. You’re finally awake. You nearly scared me to death.” Then, tears poured from his red, swollen eyes as he cried in great sorrow: “But Nicholas wasn’t so lucky. We still haven’t found any trace of him. I guess he must be dead.” I was stunned, thinking: “Nicholas is dead? I clearly didn’t accept his life jacket. How could he die in this life?” However, whether he was dead or alive this time, his family couldn’t blame me anymore, and I wouldn’t have to feel guilty about this for decades. Just as I was thinking this, I saw Anthony suddenly sit by my hospital bed, crying as he said: “Cora, Nicholas probably won’t be coming back this time. “But Zoey is so young to lose her husband, and she still has to raise two-year-old Jack. “So, Cora, considering that Nicholas gave you the last life jacket during the plane crash, please let Zoey bring Jack to live with us from now on.” I was stunned for a moment and raised an eyebrow. I asked: “How do you know about him giving me the life jacket on the plane?” In my previous life, Anthony used my guilt to force me to give in again and again. Hearing my words, Anthony froze for a moment, his expression becoming somewhat unnatural as he hesitantly said: “I heard it from the surviving passengers on the plane. “Besides, I know Nicholas very well. In a life-or-death situation, he definitely wouldn’t abandon you. “So we can’t abandon them either. Right?”

We’ve been married for eight years, so I saw right through his lie, but I didn’t call him out on it. Thinking about my tragic past life, I let out a bitter laugh. Anthony thought I was unwilling, and his expression darkened. He said with displeasure, “Cora, don’t you have any conscience? Even though Nicholas’s death isn’t directly related to you, considering he gave you his last life jacket, you shouldn’t be so heartless.” I laughed until tears came, then looked at him coldly. I said, “Anthony, Nicholas’s body still hasn’t been found. How can you be so certain he’s already dead? “You’re so eager to declare him dead—are you trying to fake his death so he can escape responsibility for the dozens of lives lost in that plane crash caused by his drinking?” The moment I finished speaking, I felt a sharp pain across my face. Anthony stood up and slapped me hard. He cursed viciously, “Cora, what are you talking about? Nicholas is the pilot. How could he possibly drink? If you dare spout such nonsense again, I’ll teach you a lesson.” I bit my lower lip hard and endured it. If it weren’t for my multiple fractures preventing me from moving, I would have fought back already. I coughed and cleared my throat, then said gently, “Anthony, it’s not that I don’t want to help Zoey, but Nicholas’s body hasn’t been found yet. We need to give Zoey an explanation. “Nicholas is very lucky. I have a feeling he’s still alive.” Anthony’s whole body stiffened, and he unconsciously clenched his fists. He said, “Cora, three days have passed, and we haven’t heard anything about Nicholas. He must be dead. “While you were unconscious, Zoey and I already discussed it. We’ve decided to go to his company tomorrow to process the death certificate. “From now on, I’ll have Zoey and Jack move into our house. We’re going to…” I urgently interrupted him, “Anthony, what do you mean? How can you give up searching for Nicholas so easily? He’s your own brother. “Don’t worry. I have several friends who work in professional search and rescue teams. I’ll have them search for Nicholas with everything they’ve got. “Besides, we must report this to the police and find some influential social media bloggers to help. The more people involved, the better our chances of finding him.” Anthony’s expression kept changing. Then he said with some difficulty, “Cora, this is also Zoey’s opinion. Since she doesn’t want to keep looking for Nicholas, there’s no need for us to waste more manpower and resources, right?” I gently grasped Anthony’s hand with my only movable hand. Then, with red-rimmed eyes, I choked out, “Anthony, you’ve always cared about Nicholas the most. Don’t you hope he’s still alive?” “Of course not. I just…” He became anxious and pulled his hand back, trying to explain. I pretended to comfort him with concern, “Anthony, let’s not rush to conclusions. Let’s wait until the search team and police give us their results, okay? “After all, Nicholas is the pilot. To avoid unnecessary controversy, the airline won’t be so quick to declare him dead.” Hearing this, Anthony had no choice but to agree. He said, “Fine. But we absolutely cannot report this to the police, and we can’t contact social media bloggers either. “We don’t need to find a search team either. That would be too troublesome. Let’s just wait for the police to give us their final search results.”

After Anthony stayed with me in the hospital room until my IV drip was finished, he left. In this life, I didn’t immediately agree to let Zoey and Jack move into our house like I had in my previous life. I knew Anthony must have gone to notify Nicholas and discuss countermeasures with his family. After he left, I made two phone calls. Regarding Nicholas’s situation, I wasn’t just going to call the police—I was also going to contact social media influencers with large followings to help increase exposure. As soon as those influencers posted their videos, the story became a hot local topic. Nicholas’s act of giving his life jacket to a passenger as a pilot during a critical moment quickly gained significant attention. Actually, finding Nicholas wouldn’t take three days—three hours would be enough. Before I died in my previous life, I already knew where he was hiding. In this life, he was definitely still hiding in the same place. Upon receiving the news, Anthony rushed back to the hospital. However, as soon as he walked in, he angrily accused me: “Cora, can’t you understand what people are saying? Who told you to take it upon yourself to contact social media influencers? Your thinking is truly malicious—you’re deliberately trying to get Nicholas killed.” His chest heaved with anger, and his entire body trembled with rage. I felt immensely satisfied inside, but I didn’t show it on my face. I pretended not to understand and asked: “Anthony, what are you talking about? I did this to get more people to join the search for Nicholas. I had good intentions. Why do I get the feeling you’re particularly afraid of Nicholas being found? Do you want Zoey to lose her husband and their child to lose his father? Or do you have inappropriate feelings for Zoey and want to use this opportunity to actually take care of both of us women at the same time?” Anthony’s face turned terrible, and in extreme anger, he cursed: “Cora, if you keep talking nonsense, believe it or not, I’ll really divorce you!” For the past eight years, whenever he got angry, he would threaten divorce to force me to apologize and submit to him. But this time I wouldn’t compromise anymore—I already planned to divorce him anyway. I dropped the expression from my face and looked at him calmly, saying: “Fine, then let’s get divorced.” Anthony hadn’t expected me to say that. He opened his mouth in surprise, staring at me in disbelief. Before he could say anything, my phone rang. I answered with one hand and put it on speaker. The person on the other end said: “Ms. Kelly, I have good news for you. We’ve located Mr. Peterson. We’re about to go find him right now.” I replied: “That’s wonderful news. I’ll have our family members meet up with you right away.” After hanging up, I sent the location to Anthony. I said: “What are you standing there for? Are you so happy you’re stunned? Hurry up and go bring Nicholas back.” Anthony’s face darkened, and he pressed his lips tightly together. Without saying a word, he turned and left anxiously. I sneered inwardly. He was so rushed because he had to reach Nicholas’s hiding place before the search and rescue team. Sure enough, when Anthony returned to the hospital that evening, he looked heavy-hearted and said sadly: “We found Nicholas, but he’s already…” He shed a few tears at just the right moment, his eyes reddening as he continued: “Cora, I won’t be able to stay at the hospital with you for the next few days. I’ve already hired a caregiver for you. I’m going back to our hometown first thing tomorrow morning to bury Nicholas.” I frowned and forced a trace of sadness into my expression, saying: “But our country now advocates cremation. Especially for families like yours with public positions—how can you set an example by doing something that goes against the country’s wishes?” However, Anthony insisted on burial, saying it was the hometown custom. Anthony said: “Cora, as long as no one reports it, we won’t have any problems. Besides, would anyone really deliberately cause trouble for a dead person? No one could do something so shameless.” Anthony set out before dawn the next day. But before he could bury Nicholas, the police arrived. He had no choice but to angrily drag the death-faking Nicholas to the funeral home. On the day of cremation, I insisted on being there to see Nicholas one last time. Anthony wouldn’t let me come along, saying sternly, “Cora, you’re still hospitalized. Why do you have to go? Even if you want to make a scene, there’s a time and place for everything.” Just like in my previous life, I used the same moral argument to constrain Anthony. I said, “Nicholas gave me his life jacket at that critical moment between life and death. Can’t I at least see him one last time?” Anthony was left speechless and had to agree. In the funeral home lobby, all the Peterson family members had gathered. They exchanged glances with each other, then Anthony tried to send me back. Anthony said, “Cora, Nicholas has already felt your sentiment. You’re still injured, so you should head back early.” I frowned, unhappy, and said, “How can that be? I haven’t seen Nicholas one last time yet. Which refrigerated casket is he in now?” As soon as I finished speaking, Anthony’s expression changed. He said, “I told you he’s already received your sentiment. You need to get back to the hospital right now. Once I get busy, I won’t have time to look after a patient like you.” I got anxious too and said loudly, “Anthony, what do you mean by that? Why are you stopping me from seeing Nicholas one last time? Don’t tell me he’s not even in a refrigerated casket? Are you still planning to secretly transport him away for a burial?” People around us all looked over, and even the funeral home staff heard the commotion. Anthony stared at me with fierce eyes, and after a while, he said coldly, “Fine, I’ll take you to see him.” He waited for quite a while, and only after receiving a phone call did he wheel me to the innermost refrigerated casket. Looking at Nicholas in the casket with his lips frozen purple, I almost burst out laughing. Anthony said, “Cora, now that you’ve seen him, can we go?” I nodded, and Anthony couldn’t wait to get me out of there. At that moment, several police officers walked over and stood in front of the Peterson family members, saying, “We received a report that someone was planning to secretly remove a body. So please cooperate with our work and complete the cremation process properly under our supervision.” Anthony’s face went pale, and he hurriedly pulled out his phone to call someone. But it was already too late. Before he could finish his call, I saw the display board showing that Nicholas was next to be cremated. The Peterson family members standing in the glass observation area were all extremely anxious, and Anthony was so frantic he wanted to rush in directly. He shouted, “Wait! You can’t cremate him.” But there was no time left. The next second, Nicholas was pushed into the cremation furnace. At the same time, a scene appeared in the cremation furnace that shocked everyone present.

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I’ve returned to Christmas 1980. On this day, my general husband Edward Allan was supposed to return to the army. I lied about being pregnant and had someone rush to the train station to bring Edward back. In my previous life, right after Edward left, Daniel Stewart broke into my room that night. I didn’t want to be violated by him and fought desperately, eventually waking up Edward’s parents, Caleb Allan and Esme Allan, in the next room. But they immediately assumed we were having an affair, stuffed us into sacks, and beat us mercilessly. Caleb cursed: “Daisy, how long has Edward been gone to the army? You shameless woman can’t even wait and are already having an affair with someone.” Daisy Smith is my real name. Esme cursed: “I’m going to beat you two adulterers to death.” Covered in blood, I sat on the ground begging for mercy, insisting I was innocent. But to escape responsibility, Daniel insisted that I had seduced him. Even Edward, who received the news, refused to believe me. To kill me, he rushed back overnight. Edward cursed: “You whore, I’m going to kill you right now so you can’t seduce any other men.” In the end, I was drowned alive in the river, while Daniel was also sentenced to prison for adultery. Only after my death did I learn that Edward and his family had long set their sights on the village chief Jacob Hunter’s daughter, which is why they conspired to frame me and used me to eliminate the Allan family’s creditor, Daniel. In this new life, I smiled as I looked at Edward sleeping soundly under the covers. ***** “Stop sitting around daydreaming all day without doing any work. Esme is cooking, so hurry up and help her.” Caleb urged me with a tone of disgust. I looked up in confusion, glancing around. Seeing this familiar room, the cabinets, and the calendar on the wall showing Christmas 1980, I immediately realized I had been reborn. I rolled my eyes at Caleb, then lifted the curtain and walked toward the kitchen. As soon as I reached the doorway, I heard Esme and Edward’s sister Mia Allan whispering quietly. Mia said: “Mom, Edward has already taken his luggage and left for the train station. Daniel will come tonight. As long as this goes smoothly, we can not only get rid of that barren woman but also develop a marriage alliance with Jacob’s family, and we can kill Daniel under legitimate pretenses. This way, my creditor will be gone too. We can achieve three goals with one action.” Seeing Mia’s confident expression, Esme also revealed a sinister smile. She said: “Daisy takes up the position without doing what she should. Now that Edward has become a general, she’s even less worthy of him. We should get rid of her early with that old bachelor, then find Edward a woman with better connections.” Standing outside the courtyard, I shook my head, thinking: “She’s truly vicious.” Hearing them mention Daniel, I recalled my previous life’s ordeal and clutched my chest, feeling a sharp pain. In my previous life, Edward had just returned to the army, and I was exhausted from spending several days with him, so I went to bed early that night. But I never expected that in the middle of the night, Daniel, that old pervert from our village, would enter my bedroom. He was very strong, and I couldn’t resist at all, only able to beg him to spare me. Just as we were struggling, Caleb and Esme burst in. Seeing me and Daniel disheveled, they were furious and immediately stuffed both of us into a sack and beat us severely. They cursed while beating us. Caleb roared: “You shameless whore! I’m going to beat you to death today. Do you think the Allan family is easy to bully?” Esme cursed: “How long has Edward been gone? You shameless woman couldn’t wait and seduced another man, sleeping with him.” I begged through tears, but they just wouldn’t listen or believe me. They immediately sent a telegram to Edward, who had just returned to the army, telling him to come back quickly and divorce me. Under the accusations of Caleb, Esme, and Mia, and with Daniel’s persistent claim that I had seduced him, Edward was convinced I had done wrong and pushed me into the pond to drown. Right after I died, he married Jacob’s daughter. Only then did I realize that this was all a conspiracy by the Allan family against me. Remembering the despair and suffocation of my tragic death in the previous life, I gritted my teeth in hatred. In this life, I won’t let any of them escape punishment. After hearing their conversation, I quickly found a familiar villager and asked him to help me go to the train station to bring Edward back.

As soon as Edward returned from the train station, he pulled me close and asked excitedly, “You’re pregnant? That’s wonderful! The Allan family finally has an heir! I’m about to get promoted too—this is truly a double blessing! “Do my parents know about this? I need to tell them right away.” I quickly grabbed his arm. “Everyone says the first three months of pregnancy are unstable. Let’s wait until my condition stabilizes before telling them. If something goes wrong, wouldn’t we just be getting their hopes up for nothing?” After hearing my words, Edward nodded repeatedly. “You’re very thoughtful. I’ll listen to you.” Just then, I heard movement outside. Looking up, I saw Daniel hiding by the window, angrily spitting on the ground before turning and disappearing into the night. I figured he left in anger because he saw Edward inside the house. Edward was very happy after returning, and I made sure to encourage him to drink. Before long, he was drunk and fast asleep. Looking at Edward sleeping soundly under the covers, I smiled. I had just turned off the lights when I heard commotion in the courtyard. The show was finally about to begin. In less than two minutes, Esme and Caleb burst through the door. As soon as Esme entered, she started shouting at the top of her lungs, as if afraid the neighbors wouldn’t hear: “Daisy, you shameless woman! Edward just returned to the army, and you’re already fooling around with another man! We’re still living in this house—do you think we’re all dead? I’m going to make sure everyone sees what kind of person you really are!” I clutched the blanket, refusing to show my face. Esme jumped onto the bed and started hitting us wildly through the covers. She cursed, “You shameless slut, how dare you betray Edward! Get out from under that blanket right now! I’m going to make sure everyone sees what a disgraceful woman you are!” Seeing that I didn’t dare show my face or make a sound, Esme became even more pleased, thinking her scheme was working. Her shouting grew louder, and she even ran out to the street yelling, “Come quickly! Daisy is fooling around with another man! I’m too ashamed to live!” Soon, neighbors from nearby came rushing over. Esme pinched herself hard, and tears immediately began flowing. She pitifully grabbed the people who had come and said, “What sins has the Allan family committed to end up with such a shameless woman? We’re truly cursed.” Seeing her cry so heartbrokenly, everyone rushed to comfort her. A few people who loved drama even rushed into the bedroom, saw the mess on the floor, and immediately retreated with red faces, embarrassed. A crowd gathered at our front door, sympathizing with Esme. One man said, “I never would have imagined that Daisy, who always seemed so proper, could do something like this.” A woman said, “Esme, Edward has brought such great honor to the Allan family. How could his wife be this kind of woman? He’s truly unlucky.” Mia also stood with her arms crossed, looking like she was enjoying the show. She said mockingly, “Society’s moral standards are getting worse and worse. Daisy, you should at least have some conscience, right? We’ve been so good to you, felt sorry for you as a woman, didn’t make you do the heavy housework, and this is how you repay our kindness—by being so ungrateful. “Edward is the only general within dozens of miles. We haven’t even had a chance to enjoy the good life yet, and we can’t let a woman like you ruin Edward’s future. I need to send Edward a telegram right away and have him come back to divorce you.” Hearing their gossip, Esme became even more furious. She grabbed the carrying pole from the courtyard and charged into the bedroom again, but I had already gotten dressed and was standing by the door. Seeing Esme charging at me angrily, I patted my belly and said, “You want to hit me, right? Go ahead and hit my stomach! I’m carrying the Allan family’s grandson right now—just try hitting me once!” The carrying pole Esme held in mid-air suddenly stopped.

Seeing my confident demeanor, Esme froze. She asked, “You’re not lying to me, are you?” Caleb followed her into the room. He sneered, “Esme, don’t believe a word she says. Even if she really is pregnant, who knows which man’s child she’s carrying?” Hearing this, I said angrily, “What are you talking about? Get out of here right now and stop disturbing Edward’s rest.” As I spoke, I moved to push them out. Hearing my words, Esme became even more confident. She roared, “Bah! You shameless slut. Mia saw Edward drag his suitcase to the car with her own eyes. He left this city long ago. How could he possibly be sleeping at home?” Mia chimed in from the side, “That’s right, I personally saw Edward off to the car. How could he still be home? I could tell long ago that this woman was no good, dressing like a seductress. “Oh, and Mom, I’ve seen her getting cozy with Daniel several times. The man in bed is probably Daniel.” After hearing Mia’s words, Esme tried to push further inside. She said, “Caleb, the person sleeping in that bed must be that Daniel she seduced. We have to stand up for Edward and not let him be betrayed like this. “Today, I’m going to teach you a lesson on Edward’s behalf.” Hearing Esme’s inflammatory words, Caleb flew into a rage, snatched the carrying pole from Esme’s hands, and rushed into the inner room to strike hard at the figure under the covers. I threw myself protectively over Edward, shouting, “Caleb, stop hitting him! He’s…” Before I could finish, Caleb angrily interrupted, “I don’t care who he is, no one can betray Edward!” On the surface, I was protecting Edward. But in reality, all my weight and force landed squarely on Edward’s body, and that weight was no lighter than the carrying pole. Because he was drunk, Edward couldn’t wake up immediately and only let out a few pained groans under the heavy blows. Seeing me desperately protecting my “lover,” Esme became even more furious, thinking I was utterly shameless. The more I protected Edward, the harder they hit. The harder they hit, the happier I felt inside. Caleb panted heavily as he struck. He said, “Don’t I know Edward’s voice? That groan just now wasn’t his at all! If you keep lying, I’ll beat you too. “I’m going to beat this bastard to death today. He’s really asking for it.” To make sure everyone outside could hear, I deliberately shouted loudly, “Caleb, Esme, stop this! He really is Edward, your own son! Please stop hitting him, I’m begging you. If this continues, he’ll really be seriously hurt.” Seeing me clutching the covers tightly, refusing to let them pull them back, Esme became even more convinced I was guilty and that there really was someone hidden under the blanket. She reached out to grab my hair, but I was prepared and dodged to the side. Her head smashed directly into the wall, immediately swelling into a large bump. Having missed me, Esme said furiously, “Caleb, quick! Let’s stuff this man into a sack together.” In the dim light, the two of them were so focused on getting the person into the sack that they didn’t bother to look closely at the man’s face under the covers. Edward was thus efficiently stuffed into a sack by his own parents and dragged out to the courtyard. When the onlookers saw the “adulterer” being dragged out, they immediately swarmed around him, beating him savagely. Blood seeped through the sack, staining the courtyard ground red. I threw myself on the sack, crying and shouting loudly. But in reality, I wasn’t using any real force—just putting on a show. I shouted, “Stop hitting him! He really is Edward! If you don’t believe me, you can open the sack and see for yourselves!” I knew the more I protected that sack, the angrier they would become. Sure enough, just beating him wasn’t enough to satisfy them anymore. Caleb grabbed the entire sack and threw it into the courtyard pool. Caleb had incredible strength from years of farm work. He seized the sack and kept pushing it down into the water. He said, “You’re Daniel, right? You can’t control your lower half, so today I’ll let you really enjoy yourself.” Once, twice… Edward inside the sack was soaked by the cold water and slowly regained consciousness. He began twisting his body frantically inside the sack, trying to break free. Edward shouted Caleb and Esme’s names loudly, but his hoarse, alcohol-roughened voice didn’t get their attention—instead, it made them even angrier. I pretended to pace anxiously by the pool: “Caleb, please spare him. If this continues, he’ll die.” Hearing my words, Caleb suddenly turned vicious. He roared, “I only have one son this accomplished. I must avenge him. I’m going to destroy this man right now.” Caleb went into the house and came out with a knife, then said, “I’ve been a veterinarian my whole life. Today, I won’t castrate cattle—only men.” My face went pale with terror: “Caleb, you can’t do this. No man could bear such a blow. Leave him some dignity.” Esme’s eyes blazed with fury as she cursed, “Have you no shame? You keep pleading for Daniel. He really must have satisfied you in bed.” Then she urged Caleb on: “Hurry up, Caleb. This is what adulterers deserve. If he wants to be a man again, he’ll have to wait for his next life.” With a cruel smile on his face, Caleb walked toward the sack containing Edward without hesitation. I rushed to stop him, then pretended to trip over a stone, and could only keep shouting: “Caleb, I’m begging you, don’t hurt him. You’ll regret this.” Caleb spat a thick glob of phlegm at me: “If I don’t teach him a lesson today, that’s when I’ll regret it.” With that, he aimed at the sack and stabbed down with steady, precise, and vicious force. As he stabbed, he cursed angrily: “You’ll never be able to harm another man’s woman again. I’ll make sure you can never be a man for the rest of your life.” After Caleb stabbed several times, Edward’s struggling inside the sack noticeably weakened. Soon, Edward stopped moving altogether. Watching Edward’s blood splatter everywhere, I sat on the ground, overjoyed inside but wearing deep sorrow on my face, as if I’d lost all strength. Just then, I suddenly spotted Daniel in the crowd. Our eyes met, and he immediately turned to run. I rushed into the crowd and grabbed him: “Why are you running? Do you have a guilty conscience?” Seeing me grab Daniel, Mia asked, “What are you doing here?” Daniel looked at her strangely: “If I’m not here, where should I be?” Esme pointed in confusion at the sack now stained bright red with blood and asked in horror, “Then who’s in that sack?”

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When Cyrus and I were preparing to file for divorce, he had an accident and lost his memory. His memory stopped at eight years ago. Eight years ago. That was the time that he loved me the most. *** Cyrus looked at me with a heavy gaze and asked, “Irene, tell me honestly, do you want a divorce because you’ve fallen in love with someone else?” My tired sigh could only be met his questioning with silence. He forgot. The one who had been constantly trying to initiate a divorce was not me.

I had been in an intimate relationship with Henry for eight long years, but he still told others he treated me like his sister when introducing me. Just a few days ago, he married a woman he barely knew for a week. And he proudly posted their wedding photos on Instagram. The woman even left a comment, saying, “Love knows no limits, not even time.” *** We messed around in Henry’s bedroom all night long the day before he went on a business trip. “Aren’t you tired at all?” I bit my lip, looking at the man I had loved for eight years with fascination, hoping he would finish having sex with me soon. Or, at least, he should be a little more gentle. “I have a business trip tomorrow,” He said. Then Henry kissed my sweaty forehead and added with a smile, “Once I’m gone for the business trip, I won’t be able to be with you for a whole month. I just want to spend more time with you before leaving.” I was about to argue back, but he shut me up with a kiss, whispering, “My parents are back. Shh, be quiet.” However, he didn’t stop what he was doing.

My boyfriend and his so-called “sister” checked into a hotel and got caught during a prostitution sting operation. When I went to bail him out, he had hickeys all over his neck and was busy comforting her while she sobbed into her hands. “Her apartment’s lock broke, and she was so scared, so I stayed with her,” he said. If this had been before, I would’ve flipped out and demanded answers. But this time, I didn’t want to play the jealous, crazy girlfriend anymore. I calmly signed the release papers and didn’t say a word. My friend from the operation team asked, “Family?” I shook my head. “Just neighbors.” Then I looked down and texted my mom. [That arranged marriage you mentioned? Fine, I’ll do it. Give me three days, and I’ll come home.] —— When we left the station, Gwyneth Averill, still sniffling, climbed into the passenger seat of my car. I didn’t feel like arguing, so I started the car. Just as I put my hand on the wheel, she grabbed my arm. Except, she wasn’t looking at me. She turned to my boyfriend Gerard Morgenthal instead. “I’m scared. I don’t like riding in someone else’s car,” she said, her eyes filled with tears, her nose red. She looked like the very definition of helpless. I pulled her hand off me. “Then get out.” The air in the car instantly froze until Gwyneth’s tears spilled over, and she started crying. From the backseat, Gerard’s voice came sharp. “Yvaine, do you always have to be so harsh? You know she’s traumatized because of her brother’s situation. Can’t you just be a little considerate?” he snapped. “Get out. I’ll drive.” Before I could respond, he got out, yanked open my door so hard that it rattled, and let the freezing wind rush in. I shivered but didn’t move, just sat there and stared at him. The always-calm Gerard was suddenly rough and impatient. He actually unbuckled my seatbelt and dragged me out of the car. I stumbled, nearly falling to my knees, but managed to catch myself. Without looking at me, he slid into the driver’s seat and leaned over to gently touch Gwyneth’s hair. “Hush now. I’ll take you home first.” “Oh, Gerard, you’re so good to me!” Gwyneth said, throwing me a smug little look. Before he drove off, Gerard left me with one sentence. “You’re an adult. Figure out your own way home. I’ll be back after I drop her off.” I stood there, frozen, as their car sped away. Before they turned the corner, I saw that bitch lean over and kiss his cheek. Just then, my phone buzzed, and I picked it up with my fingers still stiff. “Sweetheart, did you see Glenn’s photo?” Glenn London—the guy my mom wanted me to marry. Tall and good-looking. On the other end, my mom sounded relieved. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re finally growing up. Your dad’s getting old. Over the years, he’s been furious about you running away from home. It’s good that you’re coming back.” I looked up at the insects buzzing around the streetlight, my thoughts scattered. I ran away all those years ago because I didn’t want this kind of life. Then I met Gerard, and for a while, I thought I’d hit the jackpot. Seven years. I stood by him through everything from nothing to something. But every time I brought up the future, he’d just say, “It’s too soon.” I had quietly terminated my pregnancies because of that. More than once. I was so naive, thinking his love alone would be enough. But now, I can’t take it anymore. In the end, I took a cab home. Gerard must’ve felt guilty because he came home not long after. He walked in just as I was packing my things. Clothes were out of my wardrobe—most of them stuffed into bags already. “Why are you packing your clothes?” he asked, looking uncertain. “Decluttering,” I said flatly, hoping he’d just take a shower. The cloying scent of perfume on him made me feel nauseous. He hesitated for a moment, not sensing anything amiss, and continued talking to himself.   “Well, losing it might not be the worst thing. When we get married, we can just buy another one. Or maybe even upgrade to a bigger place. What do you think?” Gerard sounded like he was seriously picturing our future. He kept sneaking glances at me, watching for a reaction. I noticed, of course, but I pretended I didn’t. Normally, I’d be over the moon—probably crying happy tears. But now? I didn’t feel like shedding even a single tear for him. My coldness killed his vibe. He could tell I was upset, but he wasn’t about to try and fix things. The fact he’d even made an effort tonight was rare enough. When he went to shower, his phone started buzzing nonstop. The noise was driving me crazy, so I picked it up and glanced at the screen. Gwyneth had sent him a bunch of photos—wedding photos of the two of them. Some in classic outfits, some in modern style. My chest tightened, the pain dull but heavy. So, this is how it was. His impatience was reserved just for me. I thought back to the time I’d excitedly dragged him to look at wedding outfits with me. But he bailed on me every single time. “It’s all the same. Just pick something,” he’d said. That frown of his is still burned into my memory. His impatience with me? That was real. And the tenderness in those dozens of photos? That was real, too. “What the hell are you doing?” Suddenly, steam rolled in as Gerard stormed out of the bathroom, snatching the phone out of my hand. He yanked it so hard that I fell onto the bed. “Do you not understand the concept of privacy?” His face was flushed from the hot shower, but his voice was ice cold, sending a chill down my spine.

I glanced down at my hand. His grip had left a scratch, and now it was bleeding. Honestly, even if he hadn’t caught me, I wouldn’t have scrolled any further. I’d already seen it all before—the thousands of flirty messages. I’d read them all one sleepless night, from midnight to sunrise. By the time I was done, my eyes were swollen, but I still had to fake being fine, pretending I’d just woken up. Who would’ve guessed? Seven years of being together, and our conversations were always just me—nagging, pleading, trying to spark something. Once in a while, if he was in the mood, he’d toss me an emoji as a reply. I was nothing but a clown. “Sorry,” I muttered, lowering my eyes. “I won’t touch your phone again.” He froze, caught off guard by my reaction. “Those photos… Gwyneth said trying on wedding dresses is exhausting, so I… I just helped her try some on. That’s all,” he stammered. “You know her brother passed away. I was just doing this for him. Don’t get the wrong idea.” I stayed quiet, letting him stumble through his pathetic excuses. Kurt, Gwyneth’s brother, had been Gerard’s friend. Back when Gerard was struggling to get his business off the ground, Kurt rushed to deliver a flashdrive to him but ended up in a car accident. He was rushed to the ER but didn’t make it. Before he died, he made Gerard promise to look after his sister. And Gerard kept that promise. He took care of her really well. What started as a distant concern turned into him involving himself in every little detail of her life. I sniffled. There were only a few days left before I left for good. I didn’t see the point in holding anything back anymore. “Don’t worry about me getting the wrong idea,” I said softly. “Honestly, if you and Gwyneth got married, I think it’d be a good match…” Before I could finish, his hand struck my face, the slap ringing out sharp and clear. “What the hell is wrong with you?” he yelled. “Gwyneth only sees me as her brother! Do you think she’s as cheap as you?” The sting on my cheek burned hot like fire. Yeah, Gwyneth isn’t like me. She didn’t throw herself at him like some cheap fling. Tears welled up in my eyes, but before they could fall, I caught the flicker of panic on his face. His tone softened. “I… I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.” For a moment, I wanted to tell him everything. “Gerard, I’m getting…” But his ringtone cut me off. He answered, and a woman’s voice echoed through the cold quiet bedroom. “G-Gerard! I had a nightmare! I dreamed about my brother… I’m… I’m so scared…”   “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I’m on my way now.” Gerard’s voice was anxious as he threw on some clothes he could find, ready to leave. Just as he reached the door, he paused like he’d remembered something. “What were you about to say earlier?” But I’d already tucked my emotions away. “Nothing. We’ll talk when you’re back.” The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed, his side untouched. With just a few days left before I was planning to leave, I went ahead and quit my job. Most of the clothes I packed last night were meant for donation anyway. I carried the bags outside to meet the delivery guy, but the noise across the hall stopped me in my tracks. The place was buzzing with workers hauling in brand-new furniture. Even in the crowd, my eyes landed on Gerard instantly. He had his arm around Gwyneth’s shoulder, directing the workers as they arranged the furniture. That attention to detail? Classic Gerard. When we moved in together, he did the same—took time off work to oversee everything personally. “Home should feel just right,” he’d said back then. But now, the home we shared barely had any trace of him left.

“Miss? Hey, Miss? Your shipping code?” The delivery guy’s voice snapped me out of it. The noise must’ve caught their attention too because before I knew it, as soon as the delivery guy left, Gwyneth came bouncing out. “Hey,” she began. “I’ve been having too many nightmares, so Gerard bought this place for me. We’re neighbors now!” She leaned in close, playing up the wide-eyed, innocent act. Her exaggerated blinking was almost comical. But I couldn’t bring myself to like her, no matter how hard I tried. I turned to leave, but before I could get far, she suddenly stumbled backward, as if some invisible force had shoved her. She crashed into a worker moving a cabinet and hit the edge with her lower back. “Ahhh!” Her cry of pain was laced with tears, and Gerard came rushing out at the sound. He immediately pulled her up, his hands gently massaging the spot where she’d hit. Concern poured out of him in waves. “Yvaine, can you stop acting like a jealous little girl?” His disbelief stung almost as much as his words. Gwyneth looked pale and started waving her hands weakly. “Gerard, don’t… don’t be mad at her. This… This is my fault,” she said. “I shouldn’t have moved in and caused trouble. I’m just… not supposed to be here.” “Don’t say that,” Gerard replied. “You’re my sister!” A headache pounded at my temples. Watching their little “family bond” unfold for the hundredth time was nauseating. Before I could close my door, Gerard blocked it with his hand. “Yvaine, apologize to Gwyneth!” I couldn’t hold back anymore. “Why the hell should I apologize for something I didn’t do?” “You’ve done worse plenty of times!” he shot back. I let out a bitter laugh. He always believed what he wanted to believe. Gwyneth, meanwhile, shook her head like a martyr. “Please don’t fight because of me. I’m sorry—it’s my fault I didn’t stand properly…” Gerard held her hand and glared at me like I was the villain. “I can’t believe I never saw you for what you are,” he said. “So petty, so vicious—you can’t tolerate even the smallest things.” His words cut deeper like a knife than I’d like to admit. But I still didn’t apologize. Gwyneth kept whining about the pain, so Gerard scooped her up and carried her downstairs. Watching his back as he walked away, I suddenly remembered I had to visit the hospital myself. My sleep had been a mess for ages. I couldn’t even pinpoint when the insomnia started. After going through bottles of melatonin, I finally decided to get some actual help. The hospital wasn’t too crowded today, and I got my prescription quickly. But on my way out, I saw them again. It wasn’t surprising, really—this was the closest hospital to our place. Gwyneth was in Gerard’s arms, cradled like a princess, while he carried her meds in one hand. People couldn’t help but stare as they passed, envy written all over their faces. “Look at her boyfriend,” I heard a pregnant woman say, elbowing her own man.   Gwyneth looked shy, but Gerard didn’t seem to care. We bumped into each other right at the elevator. I didn’t say much, but Gwyneth started fidgeting in his arms. Her face was bright red. “Gerard, put me down already.” Gerard frowned. “You’re hurt. Stop moving.” Then, out of nowhere, he turned to me. “What are you doing here? Are you sick?” I held up the bottle of medicine in my hand. “Just some insomnia.” He paused like he was thinking. “I’ll have my assistant pick up some lavender. Put it in the bedroom; it might help.” He was about to say something else, but the girl in his arms cut him off. Gwyneth let out a soft whimper like a kitten. The elevator kept going down—until suddenly, there was a loud bang, and it came to a dead stop. The lights went out. In the pitch black, I crouched down. My whole body started shaking. I’m terrified of the dark. Gerard didn’t forget. He called out to me. “Yvaine? Yvaine, are you okay?” I choked out a shaky reply. “M-Mm-mm.” “Gwyneth, get down for a second,” he said. “Yvaine’s scared of the dark…” But Gwyneth started sniffling softly in the corner. “But I’m scared too, Gerard! Don’t let me down…” Gerard didn’t say anything to me after that. His attention was all on her, soothing her in that gentle voice of his. Meanwhile, my palms were clammy, and my body wouldn’t stop shaking. This wasn’t the first time. Years ago, Gerard and I had been stuck in an elevator together. The lights had gone out, and we were stuck between floors. I was so scared I couldn’t even cry, just shook and broke into a cold sweat. Back then, Gerard had held me. He’s a neat freak and hates any kind of mess, but that day, he hugged me so gently. No complaints, no disgust. Just like how he was now—comforting Gwyneth. “G-Gerard…” I whispered. The darkness made me feel fragile; tears slipped down my cheeks. I found myself craving the warmth of his arms again. But then he shattered that small, stupid hope. He replied, “Gwyneth’s hurt…” I didn’t say another word. Just buried my head in my arms and stayed quiet. After what felt like forever, the lights flickered back on, and the elevator started moving again. As soon as we hit the first floor, I staggered to my feet and rushed out. When I got home, I was still in a state of shock. Mom had sent me pictures of wedding dresses to pick from, but I couldn’t focus on them. I just sat there, quietly watching the clock tick. I don’t know how long it was before Gerard came back. He walked in with a bouquet of lavender and a bag of takeout. I opened it. A container of lobster bisque. Gerard had forgotten I was allergic to shellfish. He didn’t even notice. He just muttered an apology. “You haven’t eaten yet, right? Eat this while it’s hot.” I opened the lid and drank every last spoonful. The hives broke out almost instantly, but I didn’t care. “Come back for dinner tomorrow,” I said. “It’s your birthday.” He froze, surprised, but then nodded quickly. I got up and went to take some antihistamines. Making a dish had never been my thing. The only thing I’m halfway decent at making is birthday spaghetti. But tonight, no matter what I did, it kept turning out wrong. I didn’t want to waste it, so I forced myself to eat the failures. I kept an eye on the time. Once Gerard came home and had his birthday dinner, I’d leave. For good this time. But he never showed up. Instead, he called. “Gwyneth burned her fingers while cooking. I need to take her to the hospital,” he said. “You go ahead and eat without me.” His lies have always been terrible. My main Facebook account couldn’t see his updates anymore. But my alternate account? It showed everything—a photo of him and Gwyneth standing by a cake, streamers floating in the background and frozen mid-air, and two of them smiling and holding hands. “Hello? Hello?” Gerard’s voice brought me back. He was still on the phone. I just let out a slow, shaky breath. “It’s… It’s okay. No rush.” Then, from my alternate account, I liked his post. I tossed the spaghetti straight into the trash. Gerard doesn’t love me anymore. Letting him go would probably make him happier anyway, so I dragged my suitcase out of the house. On the way, I put together all the evidence of Gwyneth and Gerard’s years of flirting and posted it on my main Facebook account. Plenty of our mutual friends would see it. If I’m leaving, well, I’m not leaving quietly. Before the plane took off, I sent Gerard one last message. [Happy birthday. Goodbye.] I didn’t even bother saying it was over. Seven years of being together with no commitment—there wasn’t much to break up in the first place. Even the abortions didn’t mean anything to him—just collateral damage in his mess of a life. Right before I turned my phone off, the calls started flooding in, and I accidentally picked up one.

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I, Gardenia Wilson, had harbored a secret crush on Carlos Harper for ten years, and he had been fed up with me for just as long. Finally, one day, we slept together, and I left two hundred dollars behind. He was humiliated and furious, searching everywhere for me. But I had already vanished without a trace. I avoided him for three whole years until my father passed away, leaving me an orphan. Carlos’s parents told me, “From now on, our home is your home, and Carlos is your brother.” I looked at Carlos, whose face twisted with rage the moment he saw me, and called out sweetly, “Brother!”

After graduating high school, my parents Everett Welch and Maggie Welch abandoned me, Vivian Welch, and took their adopted daughter Camille Welch on a seaside vacation. Unfortunately, they encountered a typhoon, and all three perished. When the news reached me, I neither cried nor panicked. I quickly canceled their identity information, withdrew the death insurance I had purchased in advance, and successfully obtained a hundred million dollars in compensation. My fiancé Aiden Curtis cursed me out, saying I only cared about money. But he didn’t know—I had been reborn. In my previous life, the moment I learned of Everett’s, Maggie’s, and Camille’s deaths, I cried until I fainted multiple times. Not only did I voluntarily take on the massive debts they left behind, but I also gave up my chance to attend college, working multiple jobs to pay off their debts, all to keep the house that creditors were eyeing. During that time, Aiden stayed by my side, encouraging me and cheering me up when I returned from late-night delivery runs, yet he never actually spent a dime to help me. On Christmas when I was thirty-five, I had paid off all debts at the cost of destroying my health. I was completely exhausted, prematurely aged. On my birthday, I only bought myself a cheap little cake to celebrate. Just as I was about to light the candle, the door was pushed open. Everett, Maggie, and Camille, who should have died in the typhoon, walked in wearing haute couture suits and gowns, looking down at me with arrogant smiles. “You did well. Now we believe you’re not someone who only cares about money. You passed the test and are qualified to become the true eldest daughter of the Welch family.” “Camille, thank goodness you came up with such a brilliant idea.” Camille smiled faintly, approaching with poise and nobility, and gently blew out my candle with one breath. The only bit of light in my twenty Christmases was extinguished. The heart disease caused by years of overwork suddenly struck, and I died on the spot. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the moment when they were about to head to the seaside despite the typhoon. Without a word, I quietly purchased massive accidental death insurance policies for them. In this life, I only wanted them to disappear from this world completely. “Vivian, if you had been more ruthless back then, you could have convinced them to stay. Why wouldn’t you cut your wrists or go on a hunger strike to force them to stay?” “In the end, you’re just too selfish. You never truly considered your family’s safety. This mess is entirely your own doing!” Listening to Aiden’s scolding, I opened my eyes in the darkness. The day when Everett and Maggie would fake their deaths with Camille, forcing me to abandon my studies and shoulder massive debt, had finally arrived! The corners of my mouth lifted uncontrollably. Seeing me smile instead of cry, Aiden was momentarily stunned. “Are you scared senseless? Your parents are dead, how can you still smile!” Without even glancing at him, I rolled over and pulled out the massive commercial insurance policies I had purchased for the three of them yesterday from under my pillow, clutching them tightly to my chest as I laughed until tears came. In my previous life, Aiden had ranted and cursed at me just like this. He said that as Everett and Maggie’s daughter, I should have anticipated the risks and risked my life to stop them from taking Camille to the seaside. He also said I was too vicious, knowing that Camille’s grades weren’t as good as mine, yet I still fought tooth and nail to get high scores. If I had scored lower, Camille wouldn’t have thrown a tantrum, and Everett and Maggie wouldn’t have insisted on leaving me behind for her sake. In short, everything was my fault. I was only eighteen then, living in the ivory tower of campus life. His words filled me with such guilt that I resolutely gave up my studies and shouldered ten million dollars in debt. I sold breakfast at dawn, delivered food during the day, and drove a taxi at night. My skin peeled from sun exposure, my hair turned yellow from malnutrition, and my palms were covered with calluses from constant labor. I cried countless times in the dead of night from exhaustion, but I didn’t dare stop, afraid of ruining the Welch family’s honor, afraid of seeing Everett’s and Maggie’s disappointed faces when I met them in heaven after death. But I never imagined that this entire absurd situation was just a “test” they had set for me. I was sick of this game of competing with Camille for their favor. Since you insist on faking your deaths, this time, I’ll personally send you to hell.

Opening the insurance policy, my fingers trembled as I traced over that astronomical figure. I said, “Hello, my parents’ and sister’s deaths have made headlines across all major news outlets. The total compensation is one hundred million dollars. Please transfer it to my account as soon as possible.” Across the table, the insurance company president’s face turned ashen, breathing heavily in rapid gasps. He said indignantly, “Damn it, you got so lucky, girl. You bought the insurance one day and Mr. Welch actually died the next. What rotten luck for me!” Though he cursed under his breath, he knew I had spent a fortune consulting professionals before purchasing the insurance. This policy perfectly matched the way all three died—swept away by the typhoon—airtight without any loopholes, so the insurance company had to pay out. Soon enough, one hundred million dollars was actually deposited into my personal account. I silently counted that string of zeros, nearly moved to tears. In my previous life, to save money, I went hungry and cold every day. To save on utilities, I couldn’t bear to turn on lights at night and used public restrooms in shopping malls to wash up, enduring countless dirty looks. As the eldest daughter of the Welch family, I was hit by a car while delivering food. Without health insurance and too reluctant to go to the hospital, I could only buy a roll of tape from a roadside store, wrapping it around my torn wound and praying it would heal. The wound got infected, and until my death, I walked with a limp. Aiden seized the opportunity to call off our engagement, leaving me completely alone, yet I still felt guilty, thinking I had dragged him down. A tear fell onto my phone screen, and I couldn’t tell if it was from hatred or from relief. Sniffling, I strode out of the insurance company, only to run straight into Aiden, who had been following me. His eyes showed surprise as he stepped closer, reaching out to grab my phone. He said, “Vivian, your parents just died, and instead of arranging their funeral, you’re here at the insurance company. Don’t you have an ounce of conscience? I remember your parents never bought insurance from this company. Let me see how much they paid out.” I immediately turned off my phone screen, ducked into a taxi, and slammed the door shut. I said, “Hello, to the Civil Affairs Bureau, please.” The driver sped off, leaving Aiden behind. I walked upstairs with light steps, went straight to hand over all the documents, and said with tears in my eyes, “My parents and adopted sister have all passed away. I’m here to handle the paperwork.” The staff member immediately understood: “Oh, you’re from that family in the newspaper headlines these past few days, right? Oh my, poor child, you finally got into a good college and then this happens. Your parents really shouldn’t have done that, leaving behind such a wonderful child like you to rush into a typhoon with their adopted daughter. Weren’t they just gambling with their lives?” Her eyes full of pity, she muttered while quickly processing my paperwork. As all the information was entered into the system, Everett, Maggie, and Camille completely lost their legal identities in this world. I kept my head down, desperately trying to control the corners of my mouth from turning upward. Just as I received the certificate, a furious shout came from behind me: “Vivian, what are you doing?” Aiden stepped forward and snatched the certificate from my hands. After just one glance, he trembled with rage. He said, “Who gave you the nerve to file death certificates for them? How is Camille supposed to go to college now?”

The tears on my cheeks hadn’t dried yet when the staff member, who already sympathized with me for losing my parents, immediately stepped in front of me. She said, “What are you yelling about? Vivian’s parents and adopted sister all died in the natural disaster. She’s here to handle the death certificates, and she’s in more pain than anyone. As her friend, instead of comforting her, you dare to make a scene here. If you keep this up, we’ll have you escorted out immediately!” Aiden’s curses got stuck in his throat. His face turned red with anger as he pointed his finger straight at me: “I never thought you could be so cold-blooded and heartless. The funeral hasn’t even been held yet, and you’re already rushing to get death certificates. I was so wrong about you!” I leaned against the staff member and flashed Aiden a provocative smile: “So what are you going to do about it?” Aiden’s expression instantly froze, panic flashing across his face. He glared at me fiercely, then turned and hurried away, obviously going to make a phone call. I didn’t need to guess who he was calling—Camille. Camille was Everett and Maggie’s most beloved daughter, the one who took everything from me in my previous life. Too lazy to care about whatever they were plotting behind the scenes, I hummed a little tune as I contacted the funeral home, opened the doors of Welch Villa, and held a lively funeral without any bodies. Just as the funeral began, several burly men with tattooed arms and menacing expressions barged in. The leader grabbed me by the collar, lifted me up, glared at me viciously, and threw out a stack of IOUs. He said, “You’re lucky you didn’t die in that typhoon, but if you don’t pay back what the Welch family owes, you won’t be so lucky next time.” In my previous life, I was intimidated by these men, and with Aiden’s manipulation, I tearfully acknowledged this ten-million-dollar debt. But this time, I didn’t hesitate to bite down hard on the hand gripping my collar. I said, “This is my parents’ funeral. Please leave if you’re not involved. We can discuss business later.” The man yelped in pain from my bite, flew into a rage, and slapped me hard across the face. He roared, “You really are as shameless as Mr. Welch said. Look clearly—I’m your family’s creditor!” I covered my stinging cheek and glanced coolly at the IOU: “Ten million dollars? Do you think I’m an idiot?” Seeing my fearless attitude, their intimidating presence immediately weakened by half: “What do you mean? It’s written clearly on this IOU!” Indeed, the IOU had everything—date, amount, signatures, even Everett and Maggie’s handwritten signatures. But I simply refused to acknowledge it. I said, “If you can produce bank records showing ten million dollars in transactions, I’ll naturally pay up after reviewing them.” Hearing this, they gasped. Of course they couldn’t produce any records, because this IOU was completely fake. Everett and Maggie had already conspired with them to put on this act, planning to split the money fifty-fifty once it was paid! My hard-earned money from years of work had all turned into jewelry and handbags for Camille, becoming her bragging rights in overseas social circles. After a moment of silence, the leader spoke again: “What records? We gave them cash.” I laughed mockingly: “Really? Then please show me the withdrawal records for ten million dollars in cash. Don’t think I don’t know how much ten million dollars in cash weighs. Are you crazy, carrying that much money around to lend to people?” These men were instantly stumped. I coldly raised the corner of my mouth and gestured for them to leave. Just then, an angry roar came from the doorway: “Vivian, you unfilial daughter!” The person rushed over quickly, reaching me almost instantly, and delivered two harsh slaps that left blood trickling from the corner of my mouth. I narrowed my eyes and looked coldly at the newcomer. The people who arrived were none other than my parents. I said, “Mom, Dad, I’m dealing with these opportunistic debt collectors here. Why are you angry? Wait, how are you still alive? Aiden personally brought back news of your deaths and published your obituaries through both newspapers and online channels. What’s going on here?” This barrage of questions left them frozen mid-swing, their raised hands suspended in the air. Everett stammered, “We… this…” “Vivian, shouldn’t you be happy that Mom and Dad are safe? Why are you interrogating them the moment you see them?” Camille gracefully stepped forward, her casual remark instantly getting them off the hook. Everett and Maggie quickly nodded in agreement. Everett said, “That’s right, we did encounter a typhoon. Fortunately, Camille kept her cool and saved us during the storm.” I remained silent, quietly observing the three of them. They truly were a family – even staging their own deaths to test me was orchestrated so meticulously. They lied without batting an eye, their expressions never changing. Maggie looked around and covered her nose in disgust. “Clean up all this mess right now, then apologize to Camille. This is absolutely revolting!” Everett also looked displeased. “Vivian, your behavior has disappointed us greatly. Go to the civil affairs bureau and restore our identities. How can I manage the company without proper identification?” Camille smiled as she helped them sit down, then turned to me. “Go on, Vivian. Are you unhappy that we’ve come back from the dead?” I stood my ground, motionless. “Sorry, but legally speaking, none of your three identities exist in the domestic system anymore. And Dad, you don’t need to worry about the company because after your ‘death,’ I became the primary heir and officially became the company’s new shareholder.” The moment I finished speaking, the entire memorial hall fell into deathly silence. Everett took a deep breath and clutched his chest. Maggie’s face contorted with rage, her eyes practically shooting flames, as if she wanted to tear me apart immediately. Camille let out a shriek and quickly pulled out some medication. She said, “Mom, Dad, are you okay? Vivian, you b*tch, are you that eager? Everything in the Welch family belongs to me. Once Dad recovers, you’ll have to give back everything!” I crossed my arms and stepped back, coldly watching this family of three. “We’ll see if you have what it takes.” With that, I felt incredibly satisfied and happily took a sip of water. I felt this water tasted much better than the tap water I’d drunk from scavenged bottles in my previous life. Watching Camille and Maggie frantically help Everett to his feet, I reminded them before leaving, “Remember to go to a clinic. Hospitals won’t be able to treat you without identity information in the system.” Camille cursed angrily several times. My mind was focused on the house, car, and shares I’d just inherited, thinking about quickly transferring the assets. I had just gone upstairs when I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw Aiden’s menacing face. The next second, everything went black! When I woke up again, it was already broad daylight. My head was splitting with pain. As I struggled to get up, I discovered my hands and feet were tightly bound! On the sofa not far away, four people were having a loud discussion, not noticing I had awakened. “Camille, your idea was brilliant – it immediately exposed Vivian’s true nature!” “How dare she covet my property – she’s dreaming! Camille, don’t worry, I’ll force her to sign and return everything to you!” “Mom, Dad, you’re so good to me, but even if I have everything, I still can’t compare to Vivian getting into a good university.” “Don’t worry, we’ve already decided. After we deal with Vivian, we’ll give you her identity. Then you’ll not only be able to attend a top university, but you’ll also rightfully become the biological daughter of the Welch family!” Endless despair spread through my heart. I didn’t dare make a sound and could only quietly twist my body, crawling toward the kitchen, hoping to find scissors to cut my restraints. Carelessly, I knocked over a vase at the corner, making a loud “thud.” Everett and Maggie immediately became alert and came looking with Camille. Everett said, “Vivian, you thought you were clever, trying to take over everything in the Welch family. Since you failed the test, don’t blame us for being ruthless.” With that, his fists and feet rained down like hail, while Maggie’s high heels kicked directly at my abdomen. I desperately turned my head away, and my ear immediately felt searing pain. Camille still wore that noble smile, looking down at my miserable state with satisfaction. “Vivian, you can only blame yourself for being too greedy.” She handed the boning knife in her hand to Everett. “Dad, you’re not in good health. Use this, and be careful not to hurt your hand.” Everett, burning with rage, took the knife and raised it high. Just then, there was suddenly a series of violent knocks at the door. “Excuse me, is this Vivian Welch’s residence?”

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In my previous life, my boyfriend Allan Curtis’s friend Freya Murphy claimed to be blessed by divine protection and wanted to distribute sachets to ensure our team’s safety during the mountain climbing trip. I detected that the herbs in the sachets carried the scent that mountain wolves were most attracted to, so I immediately stepped forward to stop her, which saved our teammates from a wolf attack. However, Freya thought I was deliberately targeting her because I despised her sachets. As the team leader, she angrily broke away from the group in a fit of rage. We searched for her in the pouring rain. Someone broke their leg, someone got strangled by poisonous vines around their neck, and I got my shoulder cut open. It wasn’t until dawn that we found her body at the bottom of the valley. But Freya’s funeral became the place of my suffering. While everyone mourned her, their eyes unanimously glared at me with hatred. Allan was the first to attack, tearing off the bandage from his waist to reveal his still-unhealed wound. He said, “If you hadn’t stopped Freya from putting those sachets on us back then, none of this would have happened. How dare you show up at Freya’s funeral?” Everyone’s knife-like stares pierced through me. Suddenly someone shouted, “It’s all because of you that we ended up like this! Go die!” The next second, scalding hot water splashed toward me, and I was burned alive in that private room. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day of the mountain climb. ***** “I heard there might be wolf packs along this mountain trail, so I specially prepared little gifts for everyone.” Freya pulled out a large stack of exquisitely embroidered fabric pouches from her backpack, her face wearing a shy smile. “These are sachets I hand-stitched myself. With these, the wolf packs will stay far away from everyone, guaranteeing everyone’s safety.” Allan’s eyes lit up as he immediately picked up the conversation: “You guys might not know this, but Freya is a famous lucky charm. Last Christmas when our village had that big flood, her house was the only one that didn’t get damaged at all.” “Really?” someone in the group immediately exclaimed in amazement. “Of course it’s true.” Allan said with conviction, “Since childhood, wherever Freya is, things always go smoothly. These sachets she made will definitely bless us with safety.” Everyone cheered and scrambled to grab the sachets. “What’s inside these sachets?” a girl asked curiously. “It’s my special spice formula,” Freya explained gently. “I added herbs that ward off evil and disasters – all methods my grandmother taught me.” Allan proudly added, “Freya’s grandmother is the village’s famous witch. These are all real, effective secret recipes.” Everyone exclaimed in admiration again. Suddenly someone shoved me hard, and I stumbled, nearly falling. I turned around to see Allan’s disgusted expression. He said with disdain, “Lydia, what are you spacing out for? Come over here and help tie on the sachets.” I snapped back to reality, my fingertips trembling. I had actually been reborn! In my previous life, it was also on such a blindingly bright morning that Freya held those exquisitely embroidered sachets, smiling as gently as water. And I had exposed on the spot that those sachets contained herbs that attracted wolf packs, scaring everyone into throwing the sachets back at her. “Lydia, do you really enjoy targeting me this much?” Freya had glared at me with reddened eyes. After saying that, she turned and ran. By the time we found her, there was only a cold corpse at the bottom of the cliff. Ten days later at our group dinner, everyone bore more or less some scars left from the mountain climb. Allan said coldly, “If Freya’s sachets had been with us, we wouldn’t have gotten hurt at all.” Everyone looked in unison at me, who was completely unharmed, their eyes like poisoned daggers. I don’t know who made the first move, but in a fit of rage, someone splashed the hot pot oil from the table onto me. Someone said, “It’s all your fault! You were jealous of Allan and Freya’s good relationship, so you insisted on saying there was something wrong with Freya’s sachets. Not only did you cause us all these injuries, but you also got Freya killed!” Amid their curses, I died alive in that private room from severe burns. Recalling the tragedy of my previous life, I couldn’t help but shiver. Before I could fully come back to my senses, Allan had already roughly grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me over to help tie on the sachets. I reflexively struggled violently, trying to break free. Suddenly, my palm landed squarely across Allan’s face with a solid slap. The surroundings instantly fell silent. I steadied myself and sneered, “You’re so enthusiastic – why don’t you go help? Don’t even think about making me touch such cursed things.” Allan’s eyes widened as he grabbed my collar, “I’m having you distribute the sachets to let you absorb some good luck and save your life. Don’t be so ungrateful.”

I jerked away from Allan and sneered, “Keep that blessing for yourself—I don’t want it!” With that, I bent down to pick up my backpack that had fallen to the ground, ready to leave, but he grabbed me again. Allan said through gritted teeth, “You’re being way too petty. Do you really have to throw a tantrum right now? You’re completely wasting Freya’s good intentions.” Freya stepped forward at just the right moment, linking her arm intimately with mine. “Lydia, I know you have issues with me. But we’re in the middle of these deep mountains—if something happens to everyone without the sachets, I’d never forgive myself.” Someone in the group immediately chimed in: “Exactly! Stop being so unreasonable. We need to distribute the sachets and get moving.” Seeing my silence as I stared her down, Freya’s eyes instantly filled with tears. “Since Lydia finds them so disgusting, I won’t let these crude, shoddy things offend everyone anymore. I guess we’re all on our own.” Freya’s words undoubtedly stirred up everyone’s emotions, and the people around me immediately shot me disapproving looks. “Lydia, if you don’t want to survive, fine, but why drag the rest of us down with you?” “Yeah, Lydia, how can you be so selfish? Freya’s always been helpful, and you say things like that—do you have no conscience?” They forced me to back up several steps until my back hit the cold, hard bark of a tree. Now they all believed that having Freya’s life-saving sachets would help them avoid wolf attacks, completely ignoring what ingredients might be in those sachets. I didn’t want to argue and said flatly, “I just refused to help distribute the sachets—I never stopped you from taking them. Whoever wants to help her can go ahead. Why are you trying to guilt-trip me?” I pointed at my backpack scattered on the ground. “But since you knocked my stuff over, you need to pick it up. Otherwise, if I’m missing anything, I’ll just sneak into your tents at midnight to steal it back. Then none of us will survive!” Everyone was startled by my sudden fierce attitude. They muttered under their breath, calling me crazy, but obediently crouched down to gather my scattered gear. I picked up my backpack and left the group. In my previous life, it was because I desperately tried to stop them that they finally threw away the sachets and safely avoided the wolf pack—only to kill me, their savior, in the end. This time, I wanted to see just how lucky these idiots would be surviving a wolf pack without my warnings. I’d barely walked any distance when a full-grown wolf suddenly burst out of the bushes. I couldn’t dodge in time, and its claws raked three bloody gashes across my arm. Acting on pure instinct and the experience I’d gained from years of mountain climbing, I quickly drew a knife from my waist and slashed the throat of the wolf as it prepared to pounce. Blood splattered everywhere. Something was wrong. I’d walked this path three times before and never encountered a wolf attack. A sense of dread washed over me. Ignoring the searing pain, I quickly bandaged my wound and immediately checked my backpack. Sure enough, I felt a hard object in the side pocket—that damned sachet! Furious, I turned around to confront them. The group was still resting in the same spot, and when they saw me return, they started making mocking comments again. “Well, well, Lydia, why are you back? Don’t tell me you got scared after walking just a little way?” “What do you think this is, a hotel? Coming and going as you please.” “Seriously, what’s with the attitude?” I ignored their chatter and walked straight to Freya, throwing the sachet right in her face. “What the hell did you stuff in my bag? I told you I didn’t want it.” Allan immediately pulled Freya protectively behind him. “Lydia, what’s gotten into you? Freya was worried about you traveling alone and specially—” “Specially? What a special gesture!” I thrust my injured arm in front of Allan. “This is her special kindness!” Allan froze for a moment, then exploded, “You left the group on your own and got hurt—how can you blame Freya for that?” Others joined in: “Exactly! You completely wasted Freya’s good intentions.” “You’re incompetent, got yourself hurt, and now you’re blaming Freya. How vicious.” I was about to lose my mind with rage and kicked Allan to the ground.

Seeing this, everyone quickly pulled me away. “Lydia, you’ve gone too far. Freya worked all night making these for us, even pricking her hands.” “And you still want to frame her? Allan was just speaking fairly, and you attacked him out of jealousy. How can someone be so heartless?” I realized that no matter what I said, these people would never take my side. Even with my bloody wounds right before their eyes, continuing to explain would just be a waste of breath. I looked at the sachets hanging from their bags, and my heart suddenly tightened. The sky had already darkened considerably. If I kept following them, I’d probably encounter the wolf pack attack too, and by then it would be too late to escape. Staying alive was what mattered most. I didn’t want to argue anymore and turned to leave. But Allan had somehow gotten to his feet and grabbed me by the collar. He said, “Lydia, you think you can just walk away after framing Freya?” I struggled desperately, trying to break free from his grip, but Allan was taller and stronger than me—a solid, muscular man—and I couldn’t get away. I gave up, saying quietly, “I already warned her this morning not to give me her sachet, but she did it anyway. I got seriously injured because of it. The fact that I’m not calling the police to pursue her for intentional harm is already giving her face.” Allan was furious: “Freya gave you the sachet out of kindness, and you’re framing her. Mountain climbing is tough enough without you bullying and provoking her repeatedly.” I suppressed my anger, not wanting to continue the argument. But Allan somehow produced a wooden stick from nowhere and pointed it at me. He said, “You’d better apologize to Freya right now, or when this stick comes down, you’ll face the consequences.” I looked at him in disbelief: “I didn’t do anything wrong. Why should I apologize to her?” Allan’s expression grew even darker as he stepped closer: “If you don’t apologize to her, I won’t be so polite. You’d better think carefully about the consequences.” With daylight about to disappear completely, I was getting desperate. I could only swallow my grievances, look toward Freya, and reluctantly say, “I’m sorry.” Freya looked at me with a half-smile, her eyes full of mockery: “Your voice is so quiet, you must still be resentful. How about I apologize for you instead?” Allan quickly comforted her: “Freya, it’s not your fault. You don’t need to apologize to someone so heartless.” He turned back to glare at me, saying viciously, “Apologize properly and kowtow to Freya for forgiveness.” I endured the humiliation and knelt down, staring hard at Freya: “I’m sorry, Freya. I was wrong. Please forgive me.” As soon as I finished speaking, distant wolf howls echoed faintly from the mountains. My heart rate spiked, and I just wanted to escape immediately. At that moment, Allan finally released my collar and said smugly, “If you dare do this again, I won’t let you off so easily.” I didn’t dare argue back. I grabbed my backpack and ran, following the route I remembered, climbing over mountains and ridges without daring to stop for a moment. Meanwhile, the ground began to tremble slightly. I knew the wolf pack had sharpened their claws and were racing toward the hiking team at full speed.

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