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I was getting married, but my boyfriend of eight years still didn’t know. Lately, he had been busy with his new female secretary. They clicked right away and chatted endlessly. To celebrate her birthday, he even ordered a ten-layer cream cake. At the party, they smeared cream everywhere, forgetting that I was severely allergic to it. After being rushed to the hospital, I woke up and agreed to the arranged marriage my family had proposed. ***** Mom wasted no time. As soon as I got back from the hospital and was about to swipe my keycard to enter, she sent me dozens of wedding plans to choose from. Scrolling through the options, I stopped at her last message. [I knew all along you and Lucas wouldn’t last. If he truly wanted to marry you, why would he drag things out for eight years? It’s not too late to realize this. I’ve already prepared wedding plans for you.] [The wedding is in three days. Take your time packing. No need to rush.] So, this was all so obvious to everyone else. Yet, I was trapped in Lucas’ empty promises, unable to let go. Sighing, I sent her a voice message. “Mom, pick whatever you think is best. I like them all. Let’s keep the wedding simple.” I didn’t notice when Lucas walked up behind me. When he heard the word “wedding,” he blurted out in shock, “Wedding? What wedding?” Just as he tried to peek at my screen, I quickly put my phone away. He reached out to grab it, but in the next second, his phone started ringing. The night was so quiet that I could clearly hear a panicked female voice on the other end. “Lucas, I just went downstairs to grab something, and I think someone is following me! I’m so scared. I walked around the block, but I still can’t shake him off!” Lucas’ expression changed instantly, filled with concern. “Celine, don’t worry. Go to a well-lit area, there should be someone on duty at the security station. Stay there, and I’ll be there soon!” He hung up, completely forgetting about the wedding. Without hesitation, he left me standing there and rushed off into the night. I kept my expression perfectly calm. After he left, I called my aunt to say goodbye. My parents had moved out of town to pursue their careers ten years ago, and since then, I’d been living with my aunt. Lucas lived next door, and that was how we met. Later, when my aunt got married and sold her villa to move in with her husband, I didn’t want to intrude on her new life, so I temporarily stayed with Lucas. I never expected that “temporary” stay to last eight years. When Aunt Mina heard I was leaving to get married, she was shocked. “Married? To Lucas? Well, that’s good—it’s been eight years, so I guess it’s about time to settle down.” I pressed my lips together and corrected her assumption. “No, it’s an arranged marriage. I don’t know the person.” She fell silent for a moment, then slowly asked, “Have you thought this through? I think Lucas really cares about you; I just don’t know why he hasn’t proposed. Maybe I should talk to him?” I gave a small, indifferent smile. “No need. It wasn’t really a relationship, anyway. We never formally got together. It’s just been this vague, ambiguous thing for eight years. If I don’t end it now, my whole youth will be gone.” Aunt Mina was surprised that we’d lived together for eight years without even defining our relationship, so she didn’t try to dissuade me further and said she’d support my decision. Before going to bed, I set a three-day countdown widget on my phone. The next day, I asked my mom to send some local gifts over as a thank-you to my aunt for her care over the past decade and as a way to say goodbye. That evening, a truckload of packages finally arrived. I gave the driver directions to my aunt’s house, but I didn’t expect to run into Lucas downstairs.   Celine’s delicate figure trailed closely behind him, the two of them each carrying bags of household supplies from the supermarket. They looked just like a young couple moving in together. Just then, Aunt Mina came down to greet me and saw the scene. She was about to speak up when I interrupted her. “Mom’s gifts for you have arrived. Be sure to check the expiration dates; don’t let anything go bad.” I didn’t look at Lucas even once, though this time he, surprisingly, took the initiative to explain. “Ellie, don’t misunderstand. Celine’s previous neighborhood wasn’t safe, so I found her a new place. I didn’t realize your aunt lives here, too. By the way, why did you buy so much stuff?” As I directed the driver to bring up the deliveries, I replied nonchalantly, “You don’t need to tell me about your work. My mom bought this stuff; we don’t know when we’ll be back, so she got a lot.” Seeing I hadn’t misunderstood, Lucas looked visibly relieved. “No problem. The North Suburb isn’t far. Just let me know anytime you want to come over.” He still didn’t know I was moving back for good, and I had no plans to tell him. Aunt Mina was going to speak, but seeing how carefully Lucas was looking after Celine, her expression turned grim. The four of us stood there awkwardly until Celine, looking tired, finally broke the silence. Lucas immediately told the driver to pause the delivery, saying they had fewer things and could use the elevator first. Seeing the bags of household items he was carrying, I stepped aside to let them go. Lucas looked briefly surprised, then hurriedly stepped into the elevator. As the doors closed, I couldn’t help but see a glimpse of my former self in Celine. Back when my aunt first moved, Lucas had been just as attentive, running errands and taking care of me, moving all my things into his home with a smile, saying he was welcoming his “future lady of the house.” Watching the elevator, Aunt Mina sighed with some regret. “Are you sure you don’t want me to ask him? You’ve known each other for so long. It would be a shame to break up over a misunderstanding.” I shook my head. “No need. There’s no misunderstanding between us. He never lets one last overnight. If he hasn’t explained, then that’s it.” Lucas and Celine didn’t actually have that much to carry; they could’ve finished it all in one trip. But even after I delivered the things to my aunt and said my goodbyes, he was still nowhere to be seen downstairs. Out of courtesy to an old friend, I pulled out my phone and sent him a quick message, asking when he’d be back. Almost immediately, he replied with a voice message. I clicked on it, and Celine’s sweet voice came through. “Ellie, Lucas is helping me fix the electrical wiring here. This place has never been lived in, so there’s a lot to tidy up. You should go home first; don’t let us hold you up!” Just as I was about to close the app and call a cab, she sent another message. “By the way, Ellie, please don’t overthink it. Lucas is just helping me out. He just felt sorry for me because I’m living all alone in this big city.” Thinking of my own parents, who had moved far away years ago, I swallowed back my words and closed the chat. After getting into the cab and gazing absentmindedly out the window, Lucas called. “Ellie, why were you so harsh with Celine? She’s my subordinate, and I was just helping her find a place to live. The company hasn’t arranged accommodation yet; isn’t it normal for me to help?” “Since when did you start acting like this, huh? At the birthday party, you were sulking, saying you didn’t feel well and wanted to leave. I haven’t even addressed that, and now you’re causing trouble again?” I could hear Celine’s soft sobs through the phone. Her demeanor in front of me was nothing like the sweet, innocent junior Lucas described. Taking a deep breath, I finally understood her intentions but was too tired to defend myself. “Yeah, you’re right. My bad. I was just asking. Don’t worry; I’m already back home. I didn’t wait for you.”

Lucas’ questioning tone was silenced by my cool, indifferent response, which seemed to catch in his throat. I ended the call just as the car arrived at my apartment complex. After getting out, I noticed a flood of notifications from Lucas’ work group chat. When I opened it, the unread message count was already showing 99+. At the top was a photo that Celine had posted of Lucas fixing her electrical wiring and plumbing. [Who else has a boss this considerate?] She wrote. [I’d gladly devote my life to this company! Can I sign a lifetime contract?] Below her post were comments from other employees, filled with envy and admiration. [I’ve never seen the boss act like this. Didn’t the cleaning lady say he’s a neat freak? Doesn’t look like it here!] [Oh my god, he looks so handsome without his suit! From now on, I’m dreaming about being Mrs. Haskins! Hands off, everyone!] [This photo was posted by the future Mrs. Haskins. Snap out of it; working is your only destiny.] Before he hired Celine, I used to help Lucas out with all these tasks without expecting anything in return. But after she joined and took over my role, I forgot to leave the group chat. After reading all the replies in the group, I deleted the record and exited the app. Now that I had made my decision to move on, seeing this preview of their life together didn’t hurt as much as I thought it might. I recalled the early days when I’d just started at the company after graduation. Lucas used to share snippets of my work in the group chat all the time, sneaking photos of me making coffee or updating the schedule. It was obvious to everyone in the office that he liked me. With his love, even the daily grind felt a little sweeter, and his affection brought a spark to the dull work chat. But everything changed once Celine entered the picture. She took over all my responsibilities, and Lucas banned any mention of me in the group. He seemed drawn to her, openly and subtly. One of my former colleagues, who had been close to me, once made a harmless comment that Celine wasn’t as capable as I’d been. Lucas immediately docked her an entire year’s bonus. Later, I secretly transferred her ten thousand dollars, hoping to prevent her from impulsively quitting. When I returned to the place I’d called home for eight years but never truly belonged to, I started packing up my things. My gaze fell on a thick photo album filled with memories from the past decade. Sitting on the edge of my bed, I opened it and flipped through each page. Each photo represented a gift Lucas had given me. Eight years ago, he told me he’d give me 9,999 surprises before we’d walk down the aisle together. He wanted to win my heart with sincerity, so I’d willingly become his wife. The album, custom-made to hold exactly 9,999 photos, now had just one blank page left. But in the end, it was all for nothing. Taking the album downstairs to a quiet, open area, I lit a match and set it ablaze. I watched as each photo burned, turning slowly to ash, burying the last eight years of my life with it. Lucas arrived to see me standing over the flames, his face drained of color. He rushed over, pushing me aside to try and salvage what he could. But the heat was too intense for him to reach in. Within seconds, his hands turned red from the heat. Furious, he stomped on the burning album, trying to snuff out the flames as they devoured each photo. “What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy? All these memories—gone because of you!” he shouted.

I struggled to my feet, brushing the dust from my pajamas. The fire cast a warm glow on my face, but my voice was ice-cold. “It’s fine. I opened the album and saw bugs crawling inside, maybe cockroaches, so I burned it.” Seeing my calm demeanor, Lucas finally realized he might’ve overreacted. Taking a deep breath, he softened his tone. “Are you okay? I’m sorry—I got a little too worked up. We’ve been collecting those photos for ten years. Weren’t we going to share them at our wedding? Why did you burn them?” “If there were bugs, you could’ve waited for me to come back or at least messaged me. I would’ve taken care of it,” he added. I didn’t bother looking at him. The man standing before me was no longer the boy who had once promised to protect me forever. “You’ve been busy with work for ages, so I didn’t want to bother you with something so trivial.” He stood beside me, gazing sadly at the ashes. This scene couldn’t have been more ironic—he was the one who destroyed our ten-year relationship for another woman, yet here he was, acting like he still cared. I turned to go back inside, but he mistook my indifference for pouting and pulled me into his arms. The sickly-sweet scent of Black Opium cologne filled the air, making me sneeze repeatedly, but he didn’t let go, seemingly overwhelmed with remorse. “Are you feeling sick?” he asked, his voice tender. “I’m sorry. I know I’ve been neglecting you lately. Once things settle down, let’s retake those photos, alright? We’ll replace what was lost—double it, even!” If it was before, hearing these words might’ve softened me. But after a trip to the ER and realizing he’d forgotten my severe allergy in favor of another woman, I could no longer pretend. I didn’t want to have anything to do with him anymore. When he finally released me, I pulled away with resolve, and said, “No need to apologize. If you really want to make it up to me, maybe you could throw me a proper birthday party.” Due to my cream allergy, I was always missing from my own celebrations. But since I’d be leaving soon, I wanted to experience at least one birthday with him by my side. Surprisingly, he seemed rattled by my simple request. He nodded, but before he could respond further, his phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he quickly explained, “It’s something urgent from work. Don’t wait for me tonight—I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” As he spoke, he was already backing away. By the time he finished, he was meters away, practically running. Actually, I was aware that it was the ringtone exclusively for Celine, but I didn’t confront him about his lie. The next morning, people arrived to set up the party, and among them was Celine herself. She claimed to be there to oversee the arrangements since she’d designed the setup. But by the end of the day, I noticed that the decorations were just a simpler version of her own birthday party. When the workers left, she sauntered over, a smug smile on her face. “Well, everyone’s been hard at work all day. What do you think? Does it suit your taste?” As I looked at her, my gaze darted to the necklace she wore—a piece I had lost. I squinted my eyes as I intoned coldly, “A secondhand setup for a secondhand person. It suits you just fine.” Hearing my words, Celine seemed offended, and without another word, she glanced to the side, picked up a crystal ornament, and smashed it to the floor. A shard cut her foot, and she began to cry pitifully. Before I could react, Lucas stormed over and slapped me across the face. “Enough with the tantrums! Celine took the day off to help with your party, and this is how you repay her?” he growled. “If you don’t like it, then do it yourself!” Without waiting for an explanation, he scooped Celine into his arms and rushed her out. I sat alone in the now-lifeless room, the silence around me growing heavy. The next morning, no one had shown up for the party. Well, it was not surprising, really—Lucas had been my only friend for these ten years. When the cake arrived, I opened the box, cut myself a small piece, and stuck a single candle in it. Closing my eyes, I made a simple wish. “May we never meet again.” I couldn’t even eat the cake because of my allergy. When my phone rang, signaling the end of my countdown, I grabbed my suitcase and walked out without looking back. On the way to the airport, I sent Lucas one final message. “Let’s end things here. There’s no need to keep in touch.” Not even a breakup. Just a simple ending to ten years of my life. As I turned off my phone before boarding, he was already calling me like a madman.

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After returning to the late 1960s, my mother Lydia Taylor asked me to choose who I wanted to marry. This time, I chose no one. Instead, I decided to head west to participate in infrastructure development projects. In my previous life, Colonel Waylon Ward, who had grown up with me since childhood, and my fiancé Caleb Smith both pursued me, and I genuinely cared for them both. However, just as I was contemplating which one to choose as my husband, they were unexpectedly drugged. In my confused state, I ended up sleeping with both of them. Later, I discovered I was pregnant. Since I didn’t know whose child I was carrying, my father Colton Taylor and Lydia decided I should marry both men. However, on our wedding day, when Ava Mitchell—the woman both Waylon and Caleb truly loved—learned they had married me, she angrily accepted a proposal from some lowlife thug. After marrying that scumbag, Ava was forced to bear ten children in succession and eventually died a tragic death. After Ava’s death, Waylon and Caleb grabbed me by the throat and demanded: “Naomi Taylor, why did Ava die so miserably while you get to live comfortably?” Waylon and Caleb strangled me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day they were drugged. ***** “Naomi, I’m burning up…” a male voice called out. Hearing that familiar voice and feeling the heat radiating from the body against mine, I suddenly realized I had been reborn. I used every ounce of strength to push away the two men blocking my path and tried to run outside. But Caleb wrapped his arms around my waist. Waylon also stepped forward, touching my face with a dazed expression as he murmured, “Naomi, don’t leave. I’m in so much pain. Please help me, won’t you?” Remembering the tragic ending of my previous life, I struggled with all my might. Finally, I grabbed the radio from the cabinet and struck Caleb hard on the head. Then I pushed both men away and fled the room in panic. I pressed my hand against my racing heart and quietly hid nearby. Sure enough, after a short while, Ava appeared at the doorway. She carefully looked left and right, then decisively opened the door and walked inside. Soon, intimate sounds drifted from the room. I let out a cold laugh and returned to my own room. In my previous life, after that night, I unexpectedly became pregnant. With no other choice, both men had to marry me. Since my sister had died young, marrying both of them meant having an extra person to care for me, so Lydia and Colton were quite satisfied. Unfortunately, neither Waylon nor Caleb was willing. Waylon was a child adopted by Lydia and Colton. We had grown up together. I had originally thought that when we came of age, we would be together. But later, he joined the army and became a colonel. When he returned, he told me he wanted to pursue freedom. I let him go. At that time, Caleb was constantly hovering around me, so I gained a new fiancé. But I never expected both of them to be mysteriously drugged. In my previous life, unable to bear seeing them suffer, I allowed myself to sink into that mistake. After our marriage, I was immersed in what I thought was happiness, but I failed to notice their looks of disgust. Finally, after Ava married a terrible man and died tragically, they both completely lost their minds. They not only imprisoned me but also strangled me to death. Since that’s how it was, in this life I would fulfill their wishes. In my previous life, to marry them and be with them, I had given up my own dreams and aspirations. In this life, I wouldn’t be so foolish again. “Ah!” Early the next morning, a scream came from the room next door. I leisurely followed behind the crowd as we walked over, finding a group of people constantly looking back and forth at the doorway, their gazes toward me filled with sympathy. Colton and Lydia were so furious they nearly fainted. The room was thick with tension, and Waylon, Caleb, and Ava all looked terrible. “This is my fault. It has nothing to do with Ava. She’s a victim too. I’ll marry Ava.” Waylon spoke first. If you ignored the marks on his body and his bare chest, he actually sounded quite responsible. Caleb’s face flushed red, but after hearing Ava’s sobs, he also said, “I’m sorry to Naomi. I’ll call off the engagement. Naomi, just tell me what compensation you want. Ava is already mine now, and I can’t wrong her. I’ll marry her too.” Everyone was shocked by his words. I snorted coldly. “So what you’re telling me is that you two got drunk and ended up in my bedroom, and then Ava, who lives on the other side of the village far from here, mysteriously appeared in your bed and slept with both of you?” After hearing my words, Ava’s face turned red and tears streamed down her cheeks. “I don’t know. I really don’t know. If you don’t believe me, I can only prove my innocence by dying.” With that, she tried to throw off the blanket and crash into the wall. But she was quickly caught by both Caleb and Waylon, who held her with heartache. “How could this be your fault, Ava? If it weren’t for you, something terrible would have happened to us last night.” Waylon turned to glare at me angrily. “Naomi, as a fellow woman, can’t you show some empathy? Ava is already suffering enough. Do you have to drive her to death?” I said coldly, “Right. My best friend slept with my fiancé and the guy I grew up with, and I’m not even allowed to ask questions. So what does that make me?” Though my heart ached, in this lifetime, I didn’t want to get entangled with them anymore. So I ignored their embarrassed and guilty looks and said calmly, “Since you’ve already been intimate, let’s end our engagement here. From now on, whether it’s Caleb’s and my engagement or our family’s kindness in adopting Waylon, it’s all settled. We have no relationship whatsoever.” After hearing my words, they were initially happy, but soon looked at me with suspicious eyes, somewhat hesitant. At this moment, Lydia shouted loudly, “What kind of joke is this? Do you think the Taylor family’s daughter is someone you can just discard at will? This engagement cannot be canceled.”

Hearing Lydia’s furious words, Caleb seemed to suddenly understand something and laughed mockingly, “I was just wondering why Naomi would be so kind-hearted. Turns out you all had other plans. Yes, I did receive a lot of care from you when I was first assigned here, but that doesn’t mean I have to sacrifice my entire life for you.” Waylon also looked disapproving as he said, “I’m grateful that Colton and Lydia adopted and raised me during Christmas, but my heart belongs only to Ava. I can’t betray her. Naomi can only be a sister to me.” After hearing their words, Lydia’s face turned red with anger. She pointed at both of them furiously, looking like she might faint at any moment: “You two ungrateful bastards!” Afraid that Lydia might get sick from their anger, I scolded them: “I won’t marry either of you. Leave my house right now! From now on, I have nothing to do with any of you three!” After saying this, I ignored everyone’s expressions and helped Lydia back to her room, comforting her softly: “Mom, I really don’t want to get married anymore. I just want to live for myself for once. I want to follow my teacher’s advice and go west to contribute my strength, instead of tying my whole life to two men who don’t have me in their hearts.” In my previous life, Colton and Lydia supported my education, but because I couldn’t bear to leave Caleb, I refused my teacher’s proposal and stayed with Caleb in this small mountain village. After we accidentally got married, I completely abandoned everything I had learned and became a full-time housewife. But even so, I didn’t earn their respect and love—instead, I became a joke. Thinking about this, my heart felt a dense, stabbing pain that almost made it hard to breathe. Lydia stared at me for a long while, then finally sighed and said, “Alright, Naomi, you’re very promising. Let’s make those two bastards regret it! I’ll just consider all the kindness I showed them as feeding the dogs!” Soon, news that Ava was going to marry both Caleb and Waylon spread throughout the village, and gossip about them grew more and more. Some said it was shameless for one woman to marry two men, while others said I must have some hidden illness—otherwise, why would both Caleb and Waylon abandon me? But none of this mattered to me anymore. The transfer order to go west had already come down, and I would be leaving in a few days. My most important task now was to prepare some supplies to take with me, since resources were scarce there. So I took the money Colton and Lydia had given me, along with my own savings, and rode my bicycle alone to the county agricultural cooperative. I had plenty of money, so I was quite generous when shopping. In the past, I would have saved all my money for Caleb, Ava, and Waylon to spend. Now thinking about it, I was ridiculously foolish. As if to make up for how I had shortchanged myself before, I shopped with great enthusiasm. Ready-made clothes, fabric, fine cotton quilts, water bottles—I bought everything. My mood gradually became more cheerful with each purchase. This was the life I should be living. In my previous life, I had actually compromised myself for men—I was simply too stupid. Just as I was immersed in the joy of shopping, someone suddenly grabbed my wrist tightly, causing a sharp pain. Caleb asked, “Naomi, why did you follow us to the agricultural cooperative?” He continued, “Don’t think that just because you’re pestering me, I’ll soften and marry you. My heart belongs only to Ava. We’re getting married in seven days, and nothing you do can break us apart!” “Caleb, Naomi probably just can’t let go of you right now. Don’t be so harsh with her, okay?” Ava said. Looking at these two people’s performance in front of me, I impatiently shook off Caleb’s hand. Who cares when they get married? I’m heading west in seven days. If they delay me, can they afford to compensate for that?” “Excuse me, could you please move aside? You’re blocking me from shopping,” I said. Caleb was pretty angry after I shook off his hand. But when he saw what I was carrying, he suddenly seemed to understand something and sneered, “What’s this? Did you specially buy stuff for our wedding?” As he spoke, he looked up and down at the items in my hands. All three of them showed obvious greed and arrogance on their faces. Caleb even reached out directly, trying to take the things from my hands: “Since you’ve already bought them, it’d be wasteful not to use them. We’ll take them.” He added, “But I have to say something to you. Instead of buying all this useless stuff, you should’ve saved the money to buy us the wedding gifts we actually want.” Waylon chimed in, “Exactly, Naomi. How can you be so wasteful with money? Ava’s different from you—she’s very frugal.” Watching their little performance, I actually found it somewhat amusing. But my grip on the shopping bags tightened, refusing to let go. “Let go! These are things you bought for us, so why won’t you let go? We can carry them back ourselves!” Unable to snatch the items from my hands, Caleb grew increasingly impatient. “These are my things, and I’m taking them back myself,” I said. “You’re just going to deliver them to us anyway, aren’t you? Why make such a fuss?” Caleb said shamelessly. Hearing his words, I smiled speechlessly and prepared to leave. Waylon then said, “Naomi probably rode her bike here, so carrying things is very convenient for her. She just needs to deliver everything to our place before the wedding—saves us the trouble. Naomi’s so thoughtful, buying everything we need. We don’t have to get anything else now. Since it’s still early, why don’t the three of us use the money we saved to go have a nice meal at a restaurant?” Upon hearing this, both Caleb and Ava lit up with delight. Who wouldn’t want to save money to enjoy delicious food? So Caleb waved his hand dismissively and said, “You’d better head back now. Make sure you take good care of our stuff—if anything goes missing, I’ll teach you a lesson!” Then the three of them stopped looking at me and walked away, chatting and laughing. Looking at the items in my hands, I could still hear them discussing what to eat, and I found it all ridiculous. What made them think that after hurting me like this, I would still try to please them? Right now, I just wanted to get as far away from them as possible. But since they had misunderstood, I didn’t feel like explaining. After all, I hadn’t said anything just now—they had assumed all of this themselves. If their wedding turned out to be pathetically shabby, it would be exactly what they deserved.

Over the next few days, I enjoyed Colton and Lydia’s doting care at home. They made sure I ate until I was stuffed every single day, refusing to let me stop, worried that I’d suffer hardships out west and wanting to fatten me up first. I couldn’t handle this overwhelming love anymore, so while they were in the kitchen making soup, I quietly slipped out for a walk to digest my food. But I never expected to run into Ava. I felt disgusted and turned to leave immediately. But Ava acted like she couldn’t read my intentions and quickly chased after me. “Naomi, are you still mad at me?” Ava asked. Then she said with a sob in her voice: “I didn’t want things to turn out this way either. I don’t know why I woke up in that bed. But what’s done is done. If I don’t marry them, I won’t be able to survive. Please forgive me, okay? Let’s be friends like we used to be?” Hearing Ava’s words, I only felt how fake she was. She was the one who drugged them, and she was the one who opened the door and entered the room. What was this act for now? I said coldly: “Whatever happens between you three from now on has nothing to do with me. I wouldn’t dare have a friend like you. “Before, I thought your family was poor, so I shared all my good food and fun things with you. Is this how you repay me? Ava, having a friend like you just makes me sick. “Perfect – those two men are shameless too. You three deserve each other.” Hearing my harsh words, Ava’s face grew darker and darker. Finally, her eyes turned red and she smiled viciously. She said: “Stop pretending in front of me. I know how much you’ve loved them since we were kids. Originally, after I got Waylon, I was ready to give up. But then you had to go and talk about how learned Caleb was right in front of me. Why should you get to find an even better man after losing Waylon? Why should I be the only one living miserably?” Ava looked vicious, like she’d gone crazy, as if she wanted to provoke me. But I felt completely calm and just wanted to get away from her quickly and go home for soup. “Yeah, you’re right. Congratulations on getting everything you wanted,” I said. Ava was stunned for a moment and asked: “What are you pretending for? Aren’t you angry?” Angry? I used to be angry. But now, I didn’t want to waste my emotions on a bunch of jerks anymore. I wanted to leave, but Ava grabbed my hand. I felt annoyed and shook her hand off. Strangely, even though I clearly didn’t use much force, Ava suddenly fell backward and rolled down the small slope behind her. “Ah!” Ava screamed. Before I could react, Caleb and Waylon ran past me and nervously picked up Ava. “Ava, how are you? Are you hurt?” Ava’s eyes were red, and she shook her head with tears in her eyes. “I’m fine. Caleb, Waylon, don’t blame Naomi. She didn’t mean it.” Hearing this, Caleb and Waylon got even angrier. Caleb said: “Are you still going to cover for this shrew? She used to bully you before, and now she dares to do this right in front of us. Ava, you don’t need to be so kind.” After saying that, Caleb walked up with a fierce expression and grabbed my face hard. “I used to think you were just naive, but I never imagined you could be so vicious. If something happens to Ava, can you afford to compensate?” “If I said I didn’t push her, would you believe me?” I asked calmly. “Bullshit! Are you going to say Ava rolled down there by herself? How can you be such a liar? I really think I was blind before to think you were good.” Caleb roared. Hearing Caleb’s harsh words, I laughed bitterly at myself. Who else was blind but them? I was the blind one, unable to see their true nature. My heart ached terribly. I didn’t want to argue anymore and just looked at them quietly. “Stop playing these tricks. I could never be with you. But you hurt Ava. This can’t just be forgotten. Besides those things you bought at the agricultural cooperative last time, the day after tomorrow, you need to prepare $500 worth of wedding gifts as compensation. Then we’ll reluctantly forgive you.” Caleb said. After saying that, he picked up Ava and turned to leave, as if I had already agreed. Waylon followed behind, sighed, and said in that self-righteous tone: “Naomi, why did you have to do this? Love can’t be forced.” After saying that, he left too. Looking at the three of them walking away, I just felt it was all meaningless. Even if the three of them had misunderstandings and hatred toward me, it didn’t matter. The West was my true destination. Two days later was their wedding day, and also the day I would leave home for the West. Early in the morning, Colton and Lydia tied everything to the roof of the car. Then I sat in the back seat, Lydia sat in the front seat, and our family of three headed to the train station. Music could be faintly heard along the way, but what did that matter? The train whistle sounded ahead, and my West was waiting for me.

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My cousin came to stay with us after suffering severe psychological trauma from her father’s death in a car accident. She fell in love with my boyfriend, and everyone demanded that I give him up for her. Even my boyfriend said to me, “She’s been through enough. Why are you being so cruel to her?” Later, I was also in a car accident. While I was being resuscitated, she collapsed into his arms, crying, “So many people are grieving for her death, but no one cares that I’m alive.” I died on the operating table. She took my guaranteed college admission spot and married him. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day she first came to our house.

When I was five years old that Christmas, my mother and I died in a car accident. The people who orchestrated this crash were my father and my mother’s best friend. After collecting both insurance payouts, they got married and lived happily ever after. Occasionally, that woman would feel afraid: “What if they come back as vengeful spirits to get revenge on us?” Whenever this happened, my father would always mock her for being such a coward. But what they didn’t know was that I hadn’t actually died. And coming back alive for revenge, I would be far more terrifying than any ghost.

On our golden wedding anniversary, I, Amelia Mason, went to City Hall to check my personal records. The clerk was shocked to tell me: “Your file shows you’re unmarried and have never registered for marriage.” I was stunned: “That’s impossible. My husband Leon Reynolds and I have been married for fifty years.” He pulled up the records again: “Leon is indeed married, but his wife is named Willow Disick.” Willow was the widow of Leon’s older brother Roman Reynolds, who often traveled with the military as an army doctor. I returned home trembling and confronted Leon, who brazenly admitted: “I’ve been good enough to you in this lifetime. Willow is my true love—I only wanted to marry her and have children with her.” Even their child Liam Reynolds advised me: “To spare your feelings, my parents never made their marriage public. You’re not young anymore—what more could you want?” Only then did I realize that the child I had raised with my own hands wasn’t even my biological son. When Willow and I both went into labor, Leon secretly switched our babies so that Willow’s child could be raised by me, someone more educated. As for my biological child, Leon drowned him in a pond with his own hands right after birth. Ridiculously, I had treated Willow’s child as my own son, raising him through hardship and even sending him to New York University. Rage consumed me, everything went black, and I collapsed. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day I gave birth. ***** Familiar sharp pain hit me as I slowly opened my eyes to the harsh fluorescent lights overhead. “Amelia, look at our son—isn’t he adorable?” Leon stood beside the hospital bed holding a baby, his smile radiant. I looked around, then at Leon’s young face, finally realizing I had been reborn. I had returned to the day of delivery—the day Leon took my biological son away from me! At this thought, my heart raced with urgency. Ignoring the postpartum pain, I reached out and shouted: “Give me the baby!” Leon handed the infant to me without suspicion. I immediately pulled back the swaddling cloth and checked the child’s diaper, seeing the blue circular birthmark on his bottom. In that instant, my blood boiled. This was the son I had raised my entire life in my previous existence—Leon and Willow’s illegitimate child! Leon was still trying to deceive me, smiling calmly: “They say a birthmark on the bottom is a sign of good fortune. Our son will surely live comfortably and achieve great things.” I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. They wanted me to raise him for life, pouring my heart and soul into providing for his every need. I had sent him to New York University, yet he told me not to mind Leon and Willow’s affair. At this thought, I wanted to tear this family of three to pieces. But the most urgent matter was finding my son. Suppressing my rage, I asked Leon: “How is Willow doing? Is her baby alright?” A flicker of unease crossed Leon’s face: “She’s fine too, also had a son. You take care of the baby—I’ll go check on her.” With that, he got up and hurried away. I watched his retreating figure coldly, then called over a nurse and whispered a few instructions. Minutes later, I carried the baby to Willow’s room, where both she and Leon had been called away by the nurse. My son lay carelessly on the bed, his breathing weak. I didn’t hesitate and immediately switched the two babies back. Looking at the tiny bundle in my arms, my eyes welled up with tears. Even at our first meeting, I could clearly feel that this was truly my biological son. In my previous life, Leon had left under the pretense of “going to his post,” taking Willow along as a military doctor. The two lived happily in a distant place, coming back to ask me for money when they needed it, and visiting when they missed the child. Meanwhile, I was thoroughly deceived, devotedly caring for their child and toiling my entire life. Yet they enjoyed the fruits of my labor, getting a good son who made it into New York University for nothing. In this life, I would never let them succeed again. I would make them fall from grace!   Shortly after returning to the hospital room, Leon and Willow walked in together. The moment Willow entered, her eyes locked onto the child in my arms, her face lighting up with a brilliant smile. “Oh my, this child is so beautiful! He must be bright and clever.” Seeing that I had wrapped the baby in cotton cloth, she quickly added, “Why are you dressing the child in cotton? That’ll irritate his skin. Quick, change him into these silk ones!” She untied her bundle and pulled out a pile of fine, brand-new clothing. Then she eagerly stepped forward, wanting to take the child from my arms. I turned away, my tone cold: “He’s my child. I’ll take care of him.” Unable to hold the baby, Willow looked slightly displeased, but quickly forced a smile: “Yes, yes, you’re a college graduate after all. You’ll surely educate him well and help him rise above his station.” She gazed at my son with loving eyes, her expression radiating intense maternal warmth. At that moment, Leon spoke up: “Amelia, now that the child is born, we should give him a name. How about Liam?” Before the child’s birth, Leon had given me several name options, and he was particularly fond of Liam. I later learned that all those names had been chosen by him and Willow together in advance. What he liked was only what Willow liked. I immediately refused and picked a name he’d never mentioned: “No, I want to call him Waylon.” Leon’s expression darkened slightly: “Didn’t we agree to use the name I chose? Liam sounds so nice.” I let out a cold laugh and deliberately held out the child in my arms: “Then you raise him?” Of course he couldn’t take on that responsibility, so he fell silent. Willow looked somewhat unhappy and said in a strange tone: “Amelia, it’s fine that you’re naming him yourself, but you’d better treat the child well. I’m waiting to see him make you proud and become someone important.” I replied coolly: “Don’t trouble yourself. You should focus more on your own child.” At the mention of her child, Willow pursed her lips, unable to hide her disgust: “My child isn’t likeable at all. I get annoyed just looking at him.” Leon said: “He died less than a day after birth. Really unlucky.” I suddenly felt ice-cold all over, my palms breaking out in sweat. Just a little bit more, one step later, and I wouldn’t have been able to save my child. Yet when Leon and Willow spoke of that dead child, they both looked completely indifferent, without a trace of compassion. I couldn’t help but ask: “Did he really die naturally?” A flash of disdain crossed Leon’s eyes, his tone certain: “Of course he did. Newborns are fragile to begin with. A child without a father like that—it’s better off dead. Amelia, you need to take even better care of our son. He’s this family’s only hope.”

Willow didn’t refute Leon’s words at all. Instead, she remained expressionless, her gaze fixed on my son the entire time. She said, “Exactly. How could my son ever compare to Leon’s son? It’s better that he’s dead.” I lowered my eyes, hiding the mockery in them. I had always thought that Willow poured all her love into my son because she was devastated by losing her husband and child. Only now did I learn the truth and finally understand the reason behind all their strange behavior. Fighting back nausea, I brushed them off with a few perfunctory words. Afterward, I went to the morgue, where Willow’s son was indeed there. I carefully confirmed it was the child they had drowned with their own hands. On my way back to the ward, I deliberately took a less crowded path, only to run into Leon and Willow. They were locked in a tight embrace, kissing passionately in the corner. Willow panted as she nestled in Leon’s arms, breathlessly saying, “Leon, we finally got rid of that menace today. Since he’s your biological son, don’t you feel bad?” Leon’s eyes were tender as he replied without hesitation, “Why would I feel bad? I only acknowledge the one you gave birth to. I never wanted the child Amelia bore. Though she still has her uses. No matter how smart she is, she’ll obediently help us raise the child. Once we get to the garrison, no one will bother us anymore. Isn’t that what you’ve been looking forward to?” Willow blushed and playfully hit his chest. “Indeed.” I felt sick listening to this. While they were entangled, I picked up a brick and hurled it at them before running away. The two behind me were startled but didn’t dare make a scene, frantically looking around in panic. I had already returned to the front hall, where I borrowed a phone from a nurse and immediately called my supervisor Julian Wallace to request a transfer. I was one of the few college graduates in this place. After graduation, I married Leon and gave up many opportunities for him. Even when Julian suggested I develop my career in a big city, I declined because of my pregnancy. But now, I was no longer willing to be controlled by them. Even with a child, I was determined to leave this place. After being discharged and returning home, the first thing I did was find the fake marriage certificate. Leon, being the regiment commander, had somehow forged a convincing fake document, while he and Willow had secretly gone to city hall to get legally married. Ridiculously, I had treasured this fake certificate, preserving it like a precious keepsake for five years. I tore the document in half with force. Just as well. Since it was fake, I wouldn’t need to worry about divorce proceedings when I left in a month. Both Willow and I were recovering postpartum. She lay in bed every day, having everything handed to her, while Leon took care of her every need, personally feeding her everything. Sometimes when his behavior was too obvious and he feared exposure, he would explain to me, “Willow’s child died, and she’s heartbroken. I’m her only support now.” I remained silent. He seemed oblivious to my daily struggles caring for the child and never once asked if I was tired. Whenever the baby cried at night, Leon would get up irritably, saying he needed to sleep in another room, then head straight to Willow’s room. The next day, Willow would smile smugly, covering her mouth as she pretentiously asked, “Amelia, you’ve worked so hard. Look at those dark circles—you didn’t sleep all night, did you?” She was gloating, triumphant, unaware that I was also smiling when I turned away. To prepare for leaving, I quietly packed my things. Leon paid no attention and didn’t notice at all. Until that evening, when he came in holding an envelope, his face dark, “Amelia, what is this?” It was the transfer order Julian had sent.

I took the document without batting an eye and casually tossed it into the fireplace. “You know Julian has tried to transfer me more than once,” I said, “but I have a child. How could I possibly leave you all? It was just a notice, and I’ve already declined.” I knew exactly what Leon wanted to hear. That long-expired notice burned to ashes in the fire, as if it had never existed. He bought it completely, his expression immediately relaxing. “Good. Once a woman gets married, she should stay home and focus on raising the children. With all your skills, you’re perfect for teaching our son. The baby’s almost 100 days old now—I’m planning a simple celebration. After all, this is our family’s only son.” I smiled and agreed. Perfect. The more people who came, the better. The livelier the scene, the better. The day of the banquet arrived quickly, and Leon had indeed invited many people. He’d reserved the entire hall at the restaurant, bringing together various leaders and friends and family. Dressed to the nines, he greeted guests with a beaming smile. Willow stood beside him in elegant attire. The two looked more like a couple than ever. When the atmosphere reached its peak, Leon raised his glass in a toast, gazing at me with deep emotion. “Amelia, thank you for giving me a son. But I’m a soldier with a mission—I’ll be heading to my new post soon. I’m entrusting the child to you from now on. I’m confident you’ll raise him to be successful.” Willow chimed in with a bright smile, “As a military doctor, I’ll naturally accompany Leon. Don’t worry, Amelia—I’ll take good care of him. You just focus on raising the child at home.” The room filled with praise, everyone saying how they were sacrificing their small family for the greater good, putting duty first. I couldn’t help but clench my fists. Leon seemed to have forgotten how he’d once convinced me to give up my career and focus on homemaking. They showed such reluctance to leave the child, their expressions so sincere that even Leon’s superior, Eman Williams, nodded approvingly. “Even Willow loves this child like her own—it shows what a harmonious family you have. Leon, I’m confident entrusting this mission to you!” Leon practically grinned from ear to ear at the praise. A relative holding the baby studied his little face and said to me with a laugh, “Amelia, this child really looks like you. He’s going to be a handsome young man when he grows up.” Hearing this, Willow’s face darkened. She shot the person a fierce glare, then reached over to take the child. “Boys naturally look like their fathers. He clearly resembles Leon.” The relative glanced at me awkwardly, but I just smiled without saying anything. Willow held the baby, genuinely reluctant to part with what she considered her son. She wanted to spend more time with him before their separation. But after just a few minutes, the baby suddenly burst into tears, wailing right in her face. Willow let out a startled cry as the blanket became soaked. A relative quickly took the baby, offering helpfully, “Oh my, the baby wet himself. Let me help change his diaper.” Though Willow liked children, she’d never planned to actually take on the responsibility of caring for one—otherwise she wouldn’t have pushed the child onto me to raise. She immediately frowned and stepped back, watching as the relative began changing the diaper. But the moment the clothes were opened, her face went deathly pale and she let out a sharp, piercing scream. Leon heard the commotion and walked over. “What’s wrong? What’s all the fuss about?” Willow just stared at the child, her voice trembling violently. “Why doesn’t he have the birthmark?”

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I, Fiona Porter, made my first move after being reborn—I replaced the water in the pesticide bottle with actual poison. In my previous life, just as our family had started to accumulate some savings, my husband Daniel Jacobs failed in business and racked up $130,000 in debt. With guilt written all over his face, he said he didn’t want to drag me and his mother Mary Jacobs down with him, then committed suicide by drinking pesticide. To prevent creditors from coming to collect the debt, Mary hid all our remaining money inside the coffin. When the creditors couldn’t get their money, they forcibly took our house. I got my leg broken by them while trying to protect Mary. Unexpectedly, on the day of the funeral, Daniel’s coffin suddenly caught fire, and all the money burned to ashes. I single-handedly supported the family, working day and night to pay off debts while caring for Mary until she passed away, eventually ending up riddled with illness and gray-haired. When I could only survive by collecting scraps on the street, I stumbled upon Daniel, whom I hadn’t seen for years. He was walking down the street with his arm around a woman and child, well-dressed and living comfortably. “Daniel, you’re so clever—faking your death to escape the debts, then taking the money to remarry me,” the woman said with a laugh. Daniel responded coldly, “That woman was just too stupid. Since she took my place, it’s only right that she paid the money and did the work.” I was shocked beyond belief and died on the spot from the rage. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Daniel faked his death by drinking pesticide. ***** “Fiona, I’ve wronged you. Not only did I lose all our money, but I also owe $130,000. I deserve to die!” “I can’t drag you down with me. I might as well just die—death cancels all debts!” Daniel knelt before me, crying his heart out, having even prepared a coffin in advance. Tears streaming down his face, filled with remorse, he grabbed the pesticide bottle and was about to pour it into his mouth. In my previous life, I was too shocked to react and couldn’t stop him in time. This time, I reacted quickly, rushing forward to grab his wrist tightly and tilting the bottle outward. The entire bottle of “pesticide” spilled onto his clothes and the floor—not a single drop went down Daniel’s throat. Ignoring his ugly expression, I threw away the bottle and gripped his hands tightly. I said, “Daniel, life is far more important than money. Please don’t do anything foolish!” “No matter how difficult things get, there’s always a way out. I’ll give you my savings to pay off the debt—we’ll figure this out together!” I looked at him with worry written all over my face, appearing completely devoted to his well-being. The moment he heard about money, a flash of desire flickered in his eyes, and he asked urgently, “Really? You’re willing to give me your money?” I sneered inwardly: “He’s putting on such a performance—isn’t it all for my money?” I said, “Of course. We’re husband and wife—if I don’t help you, who will?” After some persuasion, Daniel appeared to abandon his suicidal thoughts and excitedly went to get my money. Watching the barely concealed excitement in his eyes, my heart turned ice-cold. In my previous life, he had used the excuse of paying off debts to swindle my money. Then he faked his death by drinking pesticide to make off with all our family savings and run away with another woman. Meanwhile, I had my leg broken by creditors while trying to protect Mary and that empty coffin supposedly containing money, and I was left with massive debts. I had to care for Mary and spent my entire life paying off debts, eventually reduced to surviving by collecting scraps. But Daniel remarried someone else and lived happily with his family of three. Thank God I was given a second chance at life. Since Daniel was determined to drink pesticide, this time water wouldn’t be enough—let’s make it the real deal.

I took out all my savings and gave them to Daniel to pay off his debts. Even Mary, who had always been prejudiced against me, looked puzzled, clearly not expecting me to be so forthcoming. Wiping away my tears, I said, “Mary, Daniel and I are husband and wife. His debts are our debts, and I’ll definitely help him pay them off.” “Good thing you still have some money. Whether we’ll be able to afford meat in the future depends on you.” Mary immediately became alert and glared at me irritably: “I knew you had ulterior motives! That’s my retirement money—why should it be spent on you two!” She turned and went into the house, brought out her savings, and handed them to Daniel: “Take this money and use it too.” The two exchanged a knowing glance, and Daniel took it without hesitation, practically walking away with all the cash in the house. I knew he wouldn’t use it to pay off debts—he’d just take the money and run, leaving me alone to bear the $130,000 debt. But that was fine. He wouldn’t need that money much longer anyway. Early the next morning, the sound of slamming doors came from outside the courtyard. A group of tall, burly men stormed to our doorstep, all looking fierce. Their leader, Owen Freeman, had a knife scar across his cheekbone. He kicked open the courtyard gate and struck his club heavily against the stone, creating a loud bang. “Daniel,” he said, “time to pay up, don’t you think?” In my previous life, when these men came to the door, he had already faked his death and escaped. This time, I wouldn’t let him succeed. I quickly hid behind Daniel, my voice trembling as I shouted, “Who are you people? How dare you break into our home! Daniel, help me!” As I spoke, I pushed him forward a step, making him stand at the very front. The moment Daniel saw them, his face turned deathly pale and his body involuntarily shuddered. His legs went weak as he swallowed hard: “Owen, $130,000 is just too much. I really can’t pay it back.” Owen flashed a menacing smile, the scar on his face twitching along with it. “You can’t pay it back?” he said. “That’s not what you said when you borrowed the money. Don’t even think about defaulting!” Our commotion attracted nearby neighbors, many of whom poked their heads out to look, though none dared approach—they only watched from a distance. “Wasn’t Daniel’s family supposed to be well-off? Who would’ve thought they’d suddenly owe $130,000.” “When will they ever pay that back? This business venture wasn’t worth it.” “Great, now they didn’t make any money, and the creditors are at their door instead.” More and more onlookers gathered, chattering among themselves. Daniel’s face flushed red as he shouted loudly, “I don’t have money, but I have my life! If you keep pushing me, I’ll just give you this life of mine!” Owen snorted with derision, looking at him mockingly: “You think you’re worth $130,000?” Everyone thought Daniel was just bluffing, but the next second, he actually pulled out a bottle of pesticide from his jacket. “Death cancels all debts,” he said. “Fiona, for you and Mom’s sake, I can only make up for this with my life. After I die, just put me in the coffin we already bought—don’t waste money, and bury me quickly.” He spoke with tragic heroism, not forgetting to earn himself a good reputation. As soon as he finished speaking, he tilted his head back and gulped down the pesticide. He drank it urgently and forcefully, as if afraid I might stop him. The crowd watched in shock as he threw away the bottle and began foaming at the mouth, convulsing all over. I rushed over crying, “Daniel, don’t leave me! How can I live without you!” Before I could get close, Mary was already wailing and threw her arms around Daniel as he collapsed: “My son! How could you kill yourself? You’re my only son!” She pushed me away roughly: “Don’t come near! Nobody touch my son!” I sat down on the ground, covering my face with my hands as I wept, looking utterly helpless. Owen frowned, looking at Daniel who kept rolling his eyes and drooling, and spat in disgust: “You’ve got guts, but don’t think death will get you out of paying. We’ll be back tomorrow!” The debt collectors left, and Daniel lay in Mary’s arms, his breathing growing weaker and weaker. He was covered in cold sweat, his body convulsing intermittently. The watching neighbors were also shaken by this scene. Someone quietly advised, “You should hurry and get him to the hospital—maybe he can still be saved.” But Mary responded coldly, “Go to the hospital for what? Those places just steal your money! Do you think our family doesn’t owe enough already?” She held Daniel tightly, refusing to let go no matter who tried to persuade her.

Watching Daniel’s breathing grow weaker and weaker, he tremblingly tugged at Mary’s sleeve with his shaking hand. “Mom, save me.” Mary thought it was still about the money and quickly said, “Don’t worry, we won’t let you down. We’ll definitely hide the money safely.” Daniel shook his head desperately, but to outsiders it looked like just a slight movement. He barely managed to squeeze out a voice: “Help me.” I immediately burst into loud tears, wailing heartbreakingly: “Daniel, how could this happen to you? Being pushed to this point—don’t die!” Daniel couldn’t catch his breath, his eyes rolled back, and he nearly passed out on the spot. A neighbor urged me, “Fiona, hurry up and take your husband to the hospital. Just lying there like this—isn’t that just waiting to die?” I cried until I was delirious, standing up sluggishly, but Mary rushed over and grabbed me. “You can’t go! Daniel is still lying here, and instead of caring for him, you’re running off to find some doctor?” She blocked me in every way possible, and others couldn’t help but advise, “Mary, Daniel isn’t dead yet. You need to find a doctor to save his life quickly. If you won’t go, fine, but why are you stopping Fiona?” Mary obviously couldn’t say it out loud, stammering for a long time without making any sense. Just then, a voice came from the crowd: “Let me through, I’ll take a look!” Someone shouted with delight: “Dr. Nelson is here!” Derek Nelson, a doctor who happened to be passing by, immediately ran over. Taking one look at Daniel’s complexion, he said gravely: “His condition is very serious. He must be rushed to a major hospital immediately.” But Mary held on even tighter: “No!” As a doctor, Derek couldn’t worry about anything else at this moment and directly took Daniel from Mary’s arms. He shouted urgently: “It’ll be too late if we wait any longer. Please, everyone help!” Some neighbors came forward to carry Daniel, others continued persuading Mary to agree to medical treatment, and someone even brought over their tricycle. The scene was complete chaos. When the vehicle arrived, everyone worked together to lift Daniel onto the tricycle. But Mary suddenly threw herself at the wheels, crying and shouting: “Where are you taking my son? Give him back to me!” I pleaded with her through red-rimmed eyes: “Mary, the doctor said Daniel can still be saved. He can definitely be cured!” Mary became even more agitated, shrieking: “No! How do I know if you’re really trying to save him? I know my son best. He’s beyond saving—there’s no point going to the hospital!” Her decisive words shocked everyone, who found it incomprehensible: “You’re his own mother! Without even trying, you’re just letting your son wait to die. That’s too heartless.” Mary angrily shot back: “What do you know? I naturally have my reasons.” No one understood her “reasons.” But the next second, everyone saw the dying Daniel begin to vomit violently. At first it was ordinary vomit, and people around instinctively pinched their noses and stepped back. But within seconds, Daniel actually started vomiting blood—massive amounts of fresh blood poured from his mouth as if his stomach had burst open. While everyone was still in shock, Mary had already rushed over and snatched Daniel back into her arms. She put her hands on her hips and shouted: “I told you he couldn’t be taken to the hospital! Now look what happened—all this moving around made my son vomit blood!” A neighbor spat and pointed at her, scolding: “We were trying to save your son out of kindness. The tricycle was ready, but you were the only one blocking us. Now we’re the ones in the wrong for trying to help!” I desperately pleaded: “Mary, if you keep blocking us, Daniel really will be beyond saving!” Mary turned and slapped me: “You bitch! Your husband just had an accident, and you’re already siding with outsiders against me!” I covered my face and cried: “But Daniel keeps vomiting blood!” The blood seemed endless. After Mary put him on the ground, fresh blood flowed from both corners of his mouth, pooling beneath him. Mary looked down and panicked a little, holding Daniel and saying softly: “Daniel, we’re not going to the hospital. Stop vomiting blood—you’re fine now.” The villagers around looked at her like she was crazy, but I understood—she still thought Daniel was acting. Derek took the opportunity to run over and carefully examine Daniel, checking his pulse. After confirming that Daniel had completely stopped moving, he withdrew his hand and said gravely: “It’s too late. He drank too much pesticide—his stomach has been corroded. My condolences.” Mary instinctively retorted: “Impossible! You quack doctor!” She glared viciously at Derek but didn’t notice that Daniel’s face had turned blue and his lips purple. I said quietly: “Mary, you may not know how to treat illness, but surely you can tell whether someone is still breathing.” Hearing this, Mary looked toward Daniel, who had long since stopped breathing, and tremblingly extended her finger toward his nose. Two seconds later, her face went deathly pale, and she collapsed to the ground.

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My boyfriend is the person who loves me most in this world, and he’s always said he’ll never marry anyone but me. But before our wedding, I discovered he had anonymously answered a question: “What’s it like when two people who truly love each other can’t be together?”

Five months after I, Maisie Stewart, gave birth, my husband Eric Crawford suddenly asked me for a divorce. His attitude was unusually resolute—he was even willing to give up his share of our assets. Just as I was on the verge of an emotional breakdown, I witnessed him walking out of a hotel with someone, their demeanor intimate and suggestive. I recognized that person. He was the only groomsman at my Christmas wedding.

The day I found out I was pregnant, my husband Brandon’s secretary, Jenna, posted a photo of her baby bump on Instagram. The caption read, [As long as you’re loved, you can still be a beautiful girl–even when you’re pregnant!] In the picture, she was wearing nothing but lace lingerie, leaning into Brandon’s chest while they took a selfie. His hand was resting on her bare, swollen belly. On his finger was the exact same wedding ring as mine. I commented, [Congrats.] Seconds later, my phone rang. Jenna was on the other end, frantic. She apologized, claiming she posted the picture to get back at her boyfriend after a fight. Brandon grabbed her phone and snapped at me, “You can’t have a baby, so now you’re losing it seeing someone else pregnant? No wonder you can’t get pregnant with all that jealousy.” Five minutes later, Jenna posted again: [Soon, I’ll have two strong men protecting me!] And Brandon liked it immediately. I took off my wedding ring, tossed it into some bushes, and headed back to the hospital to schedule an abortion. For once, Brandon made it home before 9 p.m. He noticed the untouched fertility meds in the trash and frowned. “Throwing a tantrum over something so small?” I kept my voice steady. “I’m not angry.” He laughed mockingly. “You threw away your fertility meds, but sure, you’re not mad. Do whatever you want. But remember, you’re the one who’s desperate, not me.” I was about to show him my pregnancy report when he handed me a dark shoebox. “This is from Jen. She’s young, and doesn’t know any better. She freaked out when she saw you upset and said something as dumb as talking about abortion. She wanted to send you a gift to apologize.” He opened the box. Inside was a pair of YSL heels. But they were obviously Jenna’s. The soles were worn, and the paint on the heel was chipped. “Take them. They weren’t cheap, and she barely wore them. She’s only been working for a short time, so she doesn’t have much. But giving you these shoes really hurt her,” Brandon said. I let out a dry laugh. Thirty minutes before he got home, Jenna had posted on Instagram, flaunting her brand-new Chanel sandals with the caption: “To the best boss in the world! Thanks for your obvious favoritism–it gives me the confidence to show off!” When I didn’t take the shoes, Brandon’s expression hardened. “Sylvia, what’s your problem? You’re almost 30, and you’re still giving a young girl a hard time? Is this really necessary?” He threw the box at me, hitting me square on the head. I groaned, grabbing my forehead as tears filled my eyes. Brandon looked alarmed. “I didn’t mean to do that. Let me see.” I pulled away as he reached out. “I’m fine,” I muttered. Ignoring me, he pried my fingers away from my forehead, seeing the swelling. His face darkened. “This doesn’t look fine. Stay here. I’ll get some ice.” Before I could stop him, his phone rang. The screen lit up, showing the caller ID: “Little Trouble,” dripping with affection. “Brandon!” Jenna’s voice came through. Hearing her whimpering, Brandon tensed. “Jen, don’t cry. What’s wrong?” “I have a stomachache,” Jenna sniffled. “I want to go to the ER, but I got on the wrong subway and I don’t even know where I am.” Brandon frowned. “Why didn’t you call me when you decided to go to the hospital? We agreed I’d drive you.” Jenna’s voice was timid. “I was dumb again today and made Sylvia mad. I didn’t want to bother you both.” Brandon’s tone turned serious. “Jen, you’re pregnant. Nothing is more important than that. Send me your location on WhatsApp, and I’ll come get you.” “No! Brandon, I can get to the hospital on my own, really. Don’t forget, today’s Sylvia’s ovulation day. You need to stay with her and make sure you two have a baby!” Brandon chuckled. “Silly girl, one more time with her isn’t going to magically get her pregnant. You’re what matters right now. Send me your location.” He hung up the phone and gave me an exasperated look. “Did you hear that? Jen’s so concerned about you, and all you can do is act paranoid. I’m taking her to the hospital. I’ll grab some ice packs for you on the way back.” He snatched his car keys, ready to head out. “Brandon, wait,” I called out. He spun around, clearly at the end of his patience. “Sylvia, can you stop? This is about two lives–hers and the baby’s! Don’t turn this into some jealous tantrum.” I didn’t bother trying to defend myself. Instead, I walked over to the coat closet, grabbed the jacket he’d worn a few days ago, and pulled out a card. “Jenna’s insurance card. You’ll need it.” Jenna never bothered with handling her own appointments; Brandon always kept her insurance card. For a second, Brandon looked surprised. Then he finally reached out and took it. “Thanks.” He looked like he wanted to say something more, but I cut him off. “Drive safe.” I reached up and straightened his collar, just like I always did when he left. Deep down, I knew this would be the last time. Brandon’s expression softened slightly like something in him had shifted. He grasped my hand and pulled me closer to his chest. “I’ll be back soon. Wait for me.”

I didn’t wait. After sending a quick text to my lawyer about starting the divorce process, I went to bed early. In the middle of the night, a notification from WhatsApp woke me up. It was 1 a.m., and as expected, the other side of the bed was still empty. I checked my phone and saw several messages from Jenna. [Brandon is just so hot!] [I wanna eat him up while he’s sleeping!] Attached was a photo of Brandon asleep. His head rested on her pink cartoon pillow, his hair tousled, lips slightly parted in a way that once made my heart skip a beat. When she saw the “typing…” indicator appear at the top of the chat, Jenna quickly deleted the messages and sent me an emoji of a cat begging for forgiveness. [Oops! Meant to send those to my bestie, but accidentally sent them to you. I was just messing around–don’t be mad! Brandon’s already knocked out.] She probably expected me to blow up her phone with angry calls, like I had before. But this time, I just blocked her and went back to sleep. Whether she was playing games or being serious didn’t matter anymore. The next morning, they showed up at work together. Jenna, always trying to be delicate, tripped over her own feet, her face going pale with fear. Without hesitation, Brandon scooped her up and carried her into the office. Her cheeks flushed, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, glancing back at me with a smug grin. One of my coworkers sidled up to me, whispering, “Can you believe that girl? Jenna doesn’t even know how to work the copier, let alone anything else. How has she been Mr. Louis’s secretary for half a year? You don’t think he’s, like, actually into her, do you?” I was busy texting my lawyer and nodded absentmindedly. “Maybe.” As soon as the words left my mouth, I heard Brandon’s voice. “Sylvia, come with me.” I turned around to find him standing right behind me, his eyes cold and unfeeling. No one in the office knew we were married. Brandon was adamant about enforcing the company’s no-office-romance policy, so to everyone else, I was just another senior employee. At work, he always kept his distance. Once, when I had a 104-degree fever and could barely stand, I went to him, hoping he’d take me to the hospital. But he brushed me off, worried about what people might think, and told me to get HR to give me the day off. Yet, if Jenna so much as whispered about a stomach ache, Brandon would cancel meetings and rush her to the doctor. I followed him into his office, watching as he gently told Jenna to go rest in the back room. Once we were alone, Brandon came over and grabbed my hand, his voice low. “Still mad?” I pulled my hand away, keeping my tone distant. “I told you, I’m not mad.” He placed his hands on my shoulders, his eyes drilling into mine. “Don’t lie to me. I didn’t come home last night, and you didn’t even call or text. And you expect me to believe you’re not upset?” I frowned, confused. “Jenna was with you, right? She’s your secretary. She’d take care of you.” His expression darkened, and his grip on my shoulders tightened. I winced from the pressure and tried to pull away. In the struggle, he shoved me onto the couch. As I pushed myself up, my hand brushed against something. I tugged at it and pulled a pink lace bra from between the cushions. The anger drained from Brandon’s face as soon as he saw it. “That’s…” I didn’t care to hear his explanation. I tossed the bra back onto the couch, my voice calm. “If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going, Mr. Louis.” After work, I had a meeting with a client. Just as I stepped outside, Brandon’s car pulled up in front of me. “Get in. We’ll drop Jen off first, then head to that seafood buffet by the water.” Jenna poked her head out from the passenger seat, grinning. “Sorry, Sylvia, I’m hitching a ride again!” I was busy trying to hail a cab, and without looking at her, I said, “You two go ahead. I’m allergic to seafood.” Brandon’s face turned dark immediately. He knew I wasn’t allergic to seafood. In fact, that buffet was one of my favorites. He opened his mouth, ready to say something, but I didn’t give him a chance. I walked around his car and got into a cab across the street.

What I didn’t expect was for Brandon and Jenna to follow me to the restaurant. My client hadn’t arrived yet, but the two of them sat down across from me like it was perfectly normal. I stared at them in disbelief before cutting straight to the point. “I’m meeting with Mr. Anderson from Gem Technologies.” Brandon raised an eyebrow. “Did Mr. Anderson say he didn’t want to see me?” I kept quiet and didn’t argue. After all, Brandon was still my boss. During the meal, Johnson Anderson instructed his assistant to open a bottle of expensive wine. I frowned, remembering what the doctor said when I scheduled the abortion. “You’ve already had one miscarriage from the car accident, and your uterus was severely damaged. The fact that you’re pregnant again is a miracle. If you lose this baby, you may never get another chance.” I pressed my lips together, about to politely decline the wine when Jenna chimed in with a sweet smile. “I’ve heard Sylvia can really hold her liquor. Can’t wait to see it in action!” She looked wide-eyed and innocent like she had no idea what she was doing. My expression went cold as I asked her, “Who told you that?” Jenna’s smile froze, and she glanced nervously at Brandon. “Did I say something wrong again?” Brandon patted her on the head and turned to me, his tone icy. “Sylvia, it’s just a glass of wine. Don’t make a big deal out of it.” A chill crept through me. Meeting his indifferent gaze, I forced a smile and spoke clearly. “Mr. Louis, I can’t drink. Because I’m pregnant.” Everyone at the table froze. Jenna was the first to recover. She quickly masked the look in her eyes, standing up to raise her glass to me. “Congratulations, Sylvia!” As she brought the glass to her lips, Brandon immediately stopped her. “Jen, you’re pregnant too. No drinking.” For once, Jenna didn’t listen. “No, I have to! Ever since I joined the company, I’ve upset Sylvia so many times. This drink is my apology!” She grew more emotional with each word, tilting her head back and downing the wine in one go. Her face flushed red instantly, and she started coughing violently, tears welling up in her eyes. Brandon’s face twisted in frustration as he shot up from his seat, pointing at me. “Is this what you wanted? Only someone as gullible as Jen would fall for your lies! If anything happens to our baby because of you, I’ll never forgive you!” I barely looked at him, my voice flat. “Do whatever you want.” I turned to Johnson, muttering a quick apology before heading out the door. Brandon’s voice followed me, full of anger. “Sylvia, I’ve had it with you! You’ve got a problem with everything Jen does. If you can’t deal with her, maybe we should just get a divorce!” That caught me off guard for a second, but I quickly shrugged it off. We’d been married five years, and in all that time, he never once made our relationship public. Now, just to make me back down to Jenna, he was finally admitting it. I stared at his face, handsome but distorted with fury, and nodded. “Alright. Let’s get divorced.” Without another word, I walked out. After leaving the hotel, I called my divorce lawyer. Mid-conversation, a sudden blinding light flashed in front of me. A car was speeding straight toward me, out of control. Panic shot through me, my legs went weak, and I stumbled backward. Just when I thought it was over, the driver slammed the brakes, swerved, and sped off. I was left sitting on the ground, shaken. A girl passing by rushed over to help me. Her hand barely touched my waist when she gasped. “Oh my God! You’re bleeding so much!” I looked down in a daze, finally noticing the large pool of blood spreading around me. At the hospital, the doctor asked me to contact a family member. I clutched my phone, staring at Brandon’s number for a long moment, before deciding to call my lawyer instead. I couldn’t forget the license plate on that car–it was the same as Brandon’s. We’d chosen that number together.   I stayed in the hospital until noon the next day. While I was there, Brandon sent me one message: Jen’s ceiling is leaking, so I’m taking her back to our place. I knew right away it wasn’t from him–it had Jenna’s fingerprints all over it. When I got home, the door code didn’t work. As I was about to try again, the door opened from the inside. Jenna stood there in my apron, smiling brightly. “Sylvia, you’re finally home! The old code was too hard for me to remember, so Brandon changed it to my birthday. Come in, I’ll get you some water!” She welcomed me like she owned the place. The smell of food drifted in from the kitchen. She ran to the doorway and called out, “Brandon, Sylvia’s back!” Brandon stepped out, wearing the same couple’s apron I’d bought for him. He used to say it was too childish and refused to wear it. Now that I saw him in it, I thought he looked ridiculous. He glanced at me briefly and said softly to Jenna, “Go rest in the bedroom for a bit.” Jenna nodded, grabbed a bag of nuts and snacks, and disappeared into my bedroom. It was just me and Brandon now. His expression hardened. “So, you finally decided to come home?” I ignored the accusation in his tone and asked calmly, “Jenna… is eating nuts?” I remembered when Jenna first got pregnant. I’d made her a special meal, and I’d sprinkled a few nuts on it. She’d had a severe allergic reaction, and Brandon had lost it on me. Brandon frowned, clearly confused. “What are you talking about?” It was obvious he didn’t remember. I wasn’t about to explain it. “Never mind.” He didn’t push, just looked me over. “Anyway, go freshen up. It’s Jen’s birthday, and I’ve booked a private room at the karaoke bar. Just keep it light on the makeup, okay? Don’t outshine the birthday girl.” I shot back without thinking, “I’m busy. You guys go ahead.” Brandon frowned, irritation flickering in his eyes. “Jen already told her friends we’re throwing her a birthday party. If you don’t show up, it’ll be embarrassing for her. Look, I know you’re feeling jealous because she’s young and can have kids, but it’s not Jen’s fault you can’t get pregnant. Why keep competing with her? Here’s the deal: you celebrate her birthday tonight, and I’ll grant you a wish later. You can pick anywhere you want to travel.” I hesitated for a moment, then smiled and said, “Okay.” That evening, I put on my best makeup and arrived at the KTV room right on time. When Brandon spotted me, he was momentarily speechless. He walked over and took my hand, looking a little awestruck. Jenna’s expression shifted slightly, but she quickly regained her composure and introduced me to her friends, acting all graceful and charming. Her long-distance boyfriend lounged in the corner, lazily blowing smoke rings as if he were the king of the room. A waiter wheeled in the three-tier cake Brandon had ordered for her, and the atmosphere buzzed with excitement. As she made her wishes, Jenna clasped her hands together, her smile radiant and serene, like a princess. “I have three wishes! First, Brandon can’t call me a little troublemaker anymore!” “Second, Brandon can’t ignore Sylvia because of me!” “Third, I wish I could pass my easy-pregnancy genes to Sylvia so she can have a baby for my brother soon!” Just as she finished speaking, my bag slipped from my hand, and a piece of paper tumbled out. Brandon picked it up, and when he saw the words “Post-Abortion Care Instructions” printed on it, his face went pale. “Sylvia, what’s this?”

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Seven months into my pregnancy, I accidentally overheard a conversation between my husband and the poor student I had been sponsoring. “Stephen, if your wife finds out that the baby in her womb is actually our fertilized egg, she might get so angry that she’d kill herself, don’t you think?” Rosie said and chuckled softly. “It’d be better if she did. That way, all her assets would be mine,” Stephen coldly answered. “The only problem is if she decides to divorce me and kick me out. That’s why we need to keep this secret. Once our child inherits her assets, we’ll deliver her a crushing blow.” That night, I pretended I didn’t hear a thing. I gave birth to the child and raised him with utmost care. Twenty-four years later, after my son returned from studying abroad, I transferred all my company shares and assets to his name. At a press conference, Rosie, the impoverished student before, holding my husband’s arm and clutching a maternity test report. She walked straight up to me and declared, “Kian is my biological son. You’ve been taking him from me all these years. It’s time to return him to me now.” My son also threw a divorce agreement in my face, his words cold and ruthless. “Hurry up and divorce my Dad so we can finally reunite as a family of three. Considering you gave birth to and raised me, I’ll give you a monthly allowance of two hundred dollars.” I smirked faintly and replied, “Alright.” … “Wife, weren’t you supposed to attend a board meeting at the company today? Why are you still working in the study?” Stephen walked in with a cup of hot milk, placing it gently in front of me, his voice as tender as ever. I closed my laptop and smiled up at him. “Kian’s teacher mentioned he’s been coughing a bit lately. I’ve arranged for him to see the best pediatric specialist tomorrow.” Touched, Stephen stroked my hair and said, “You always get so concerned whenever Kian has even the slightest discomfort. When he grows up, he’ll definitely repay your kindness with filial devotion.” I looked at Stephen and replied matter-of-factly, “Of course. I’m Kian’s mother. If I don’t look after him, who will?” Moved by my words, Stephen smiled warmly. “You’re amazing. Marrying you and raising a child with you has been the greatest blessing of my life.” I met his gaze, his eyes filled with affection, and I offered him a faint smile without saying a word. Stephen and I had been together for ten years—three years of dating and seven years of marriage. During this decade, he had always cared for me when I was sick or tired, surprised me in unexpected ways, and held me tightly during moments of passion, whispering that he would love me forever. Had I not overheard that conversation that day, I would never have believed that the man who claimed to love me so deeply could betray me like this. “Aunt Rosie, you’re finally here!” Kian’s delighted voice suddenly echoed from the living room. I immediately got up and walked out of the study, only to see Rosie stepping through the door. She effortlessly scooped my son into her arms and planted a playful kiss on his cheek. “Baby Kian, did you miss me?” As she spoke, her gaze fell on me, her smile freezing, her expression momentarily unnatural. Before she could say anything, Stephen quickly stepped forward to explain. “Wife, there was a parent-child outdoor activity at Kian’s kindergarten today. I figured you’d be busy with work, so I didn’t bother you. I asked Rosie to help out instead.” Rosie put down Kian, and immediately chimed in nervously, “Yes, yes, Daphne, you’ve supported me for so many years. I’ve always been grateful and wanted to repay your kindness. The moment I got Stephen’s call, I rushed right over.” Watching her flustered attempts to cover up her guilt, I couldn’t help but recall the day my son was born. Rosie had also accompanied Stephen to the hospital under the pretext of visiting the baby, staying by his side as I endured labor.   At that time, Rosie was incredibly excited, pacing back and forth in the hallway, wringing her hands nervously. When she saw that I had given birth to a son, she immediately rushed over, grabbing the baby and refusing to let go. Her eyes were brimming with joy, turning red with excitement. The nurse, unable to hold back a chuckle, teased her, “Who are you to the child? You seem even more excited than the mother!” Rosie looked embarrassed but quickly tried to explain when she noticed I was silent. “Daphne, I couldn’t help myself! Kian is just too adorable, and I accidentally gave him a kiss. You’re not mad, are you?” I smiled slightly and responded calmly, “Of course not. I’m so busy with work that I sometimes neglect my family. I’m grateful that you’re willing to help take care of Kian.” Hearing this, both Rosie and Stephen breathed a sigh of relief. My son then ran up to me, his innocent eyes looking straight into mine as he asked, “Mom, are you going to the office today, or will you go to kindergarten with Dad and me?” I gently patted his head and asked, “What does Kian want Mommy to do?” Without hesitation, he replied, “I want Mommy to go to work, and Aunt Rosie can take Daddy and me to kindergarten!” As though afraid Kian would say something inappropriate, Stephen quickly pulled him into his arms and explained to me, “Sweetheart, Kian just doesn’t want to distract you from work. Last time, he even told me not to bother you because you’re working so hard.” Rosie nodded in agreement. “Kian is such a considerate child. Only someone as outstanding as you, Daphne, could have such an obedient son.” Smiling, I said to my son, “Alright, let’s do as Kian says.” Hearing this, Kian jumped up and down with joy. He completely ignored my presence, grabbing Rosie and Stephen’s hands and dragging them outside. Watching their happy little “family of three,” I allowed myself a faint smile, turned around, and went back to my study to continue my unfinished work. Perhaps they thought I was easy to fool, that I’d never notice anything strange, so Rosie grew bolder by the day. At first, she would sneak around with Stephen while I was at work. But now, even when I was home, she’d find all sorts of excuses to visit. “Daphne, I’ve been teaching myself how to cook recently. I wanted to make something delicious to thank you for all your help over the years.” “Daphne, I just came back from the countryside and brought some local specialties for you.” “Daphne, I’ve quit my job to start a business, but I’m short on startup funds. Can you help me out?”

Although I knew deep down that Rosie’s visits were all excuses to see my son and Stephen, I never refused her. Whenever she came, I always welcomed her politely. I even agreed to all her requests for help. Stephen seemed delighted with this arrangement. Whenever Rosie came over, his lips would curl into an uncontrollable smile. Sometimes, he’d even flirt with her openly in front of me, exchanging knowing glances and secret smiles. Even my son grew more and more attached to Rosie, going so far as to buy her a pair of house slippers so she could visit anytime she wanted. This life continued until my son’s college entrance exams. On the day the results were released, Rosie arrived at our house early in the morning to wait with us. When we saw my son’s shockingly low score, Stephen furrowed his brows in anger. “How could you score this poorly?” he snapped. My son, however, remained nonchalant.   “So what? Our family has money. Mom can just buy me a spot at any school she wants!” Kian declared carelessly. Stephen gave me a subtle glance. Seeing that I didn’t react, he continued, “Your mom may love you, but she can’t indulge you like this! Running the company alone isn’t easy for her. You need to show some ambition. How else will you help her or make her feel confident enough to hand the company over to you one day?” Rosie chimed in earnestly, “Kian, your dad is right. Even though Daphne is your mom and will always take care of you, you need to develop your own capabilities. Otherwise, how will you earn the respect of the seasoned executives when you take over the company?” Watching the two of them echo each other, I smiled faintly and said calmly, “It’s fine. I’ve already planned everything for Kian. I’ll send him abroad for further studies. Once he’s back, he’ll naturally take over the company. After all, everything I have is for Kian.” Hearing this, the three of them smiled contentedly. I smiled too—but for a different reason. They thought I was naive. I thought they were laughably foolish. During the process of arranging his study abroad, I took my son to the company every day, teaching him the ins and outs of the business without reservation. On the day of his departure, Stephen accompanied him to the airport, gripping his hand tightly, his face filled with reluctance. Rosie also made a special trip, bringing a pile of things for my son, worried about his life in a foreign country. The two of them gave him endless reminders, creating a warm and touching scene—a true depiction of parents’ worry when their child travels far away. After my son boarded the plane, they watched it ascend into the sky, their eyes brimming with tears until it disappeared from view. Only then did they leave, reluctantly, with tears still glistening. Once my son left for his studies, Rosie visited our house less frequently, but Stephen began going out more often. Each time he returned, he seemed utterly drained. When I asked about it, he’d claim he was out with friends or had joined a gym to stay fit. On days he ran out of excuses, he’d feign sadness, sighing dramatically,. “I raised Kian with my own hands. He’s never been away from me for this long. I can’t help but miss him. If I don’t find something to occupy myself, I’ll fall apart.” Ignoring the lingering scent of Rosie’s signature perfume on him, I smiled and reassured him, “Kian will be back soon. Then, we can all be together again.” Stephen’s lips curved into a faint smile, laden with hidden meaning. “Yes, soon, our family of three will be reunited.” Four years later, my son returned from studying abroad. Just like old times, Rosie showed up early at my house, accompanying Stephen and me to the airport. The moment they saw my son, Rosie and Stephen couldn’t contain themselves, rushing forward to embrace him tightly as if no one else existed. After their emotional reunion, my son walked straight up to me and got straight to the point, “Mom, I’m back. When will you hand over the company to me?” Seeing his eagerness, I smiled calmly and said, “Let’s go. I’ve already arranged a press conference. I’ll officially hand everything over to you in front of everyone.” At the press conference, the room was packed to capacity. Journalists, prominent figures, and business elites had all gathered to witness the historic moment of the Stellar Sync Group’s leadership transition. Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, I announced, “My son, Kian, will take over as the new president of the Stellar Sync Group.”

Under the witness of lawyers and the cameras of the press, I signed the transfer agreement, officially handing over all my assets and company shares to my son. Thunderous applause erupted, and the crowd was abuzz with admiration. Many remarked on the deep bond between mother and son, their eyes filled with envy as they looked at my son. Just then, Rosie arrived fashionably late, arm-in-arm with Stephen. The room fell silent, confusion and surprise etched onto everyone’s faces as Rosie pulled out a paternity test report. With a loud voice, she declared, “Daphne, the truth is, the IVF child you gave birth to all those years ago came from my and Stephen’s fertilized egg.” “I am Kian’s biological mother. Letting him call you ‘Mom’ for over twenty years was already repayment enough for carrying him. Now, it’s time for you to give him back to me.” Her words caused an uproar. “Isn’t she the impoverished student Daphne always supported? How could she get involved with Daphne’s husband and even have Daphne give birth to their child?” “This is outrageous! It’s the classic ‘farmer and the snake’ story! Daphne helped her so much, and she repays her with betrayal?” “And the timing? She waited until Daphne transferred the company’s shares before making this claim. Clearly, it’s about the money!” “Exactly! It’s despicable to exploit someone to bear their child and then steal everything they own. This is pure evil!” Amidst the intense condemnation, Stephen spoke up, self-righteous and indignant. “For the first half of my life, I was trapped in a marriage. As a man, I kept convincing myself to stay responsible for this relationship.” “But I’m human, too. On countless sleepless nights, I asked myself, Is this truly the life I want?” “Daphne has a good family background and has treated both me and Kian well, but my heart belongs to Rosie. Is it wrong for me to pursue true love?” “Marriage is meant to bring happiness, and so is divorce. Marriage should not be a shackle that keeps me from my true love. I hope everyone can bless us!” His words were delivered with such emotion, as if he were a victim of an unhappy marriage, bravely defying societal norms to seek love. I paid him no mind. Instead, I turned to my son and asked calmly, “What do you think about all this?” Kian looked carefully at the share transfer agreement in his hand before responding calmly, “Mom, this will be the last time I call you that.” “Although you raised me with care for over twenty years, the fact remains that you are not my biological mother.” “Blood is thicker than water. I hope you won’t stand in the way of our family’s reunion.” With that, he threw a divorce agreement at my face and said arrogantly, “While everyone is here, divorce my Dad today and set him free.” “In light of how well you’ve treated me over the years, I’ll give you two hundred dollars a month as alimony.” His words sparked outrage among the crowd. “No wonder they say like mother, like son. What kind of family is this?” “Exactly! Everyone knows Daphne always treated her son like a treasure, pampering him for years. And now, the moment she transfers her fortune to him, he turns around and calls someone else ‘Mom’?” “Two hundred dollars a month? That’s not even enough for a beggar! How does he have the audacity to say that?” “I’m an outsider, and even I can’t stand this! Daphne, don’t pay attention to these ingrates!” “Exactly! They’ve gone too far!” The crowd rallied behind me, furious on my behalf. Some even offered to help me sue to reclaim my assets. Despite the uproar, Rosie and Stephen remained composed, as if prepared for any scenario. But amidst the crowd’s righteous indignation, I smiled faintly and said, “Alright.” To everyone’s shock, I signed the divorce agreement without hesitation. Rosie and Stephen were momentarily stunned, clearly not expecting me to agree so easily. They meticulously examined both the divorce agreement and the share transfer documents. Confirming everything was in order, they finally relaxed and broke into triumphant smiles. Seeing their smug faces, I smiled as well. “Since you’ve given me such a grand surprise, it’s only fair I return the favor with a special gift.” Stephen frowned, puzzled. “A gift? What kind of gift?” Everyone else turned their curious eyes toward me.

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