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My name is Maisey Wilson. When I was nine months pregnant, Sullivan Gray’s first love, Luna Wilson, also got pregnant. To protect Luna’s reputation, he hastily registered their marriage, making my child illegitimate. When I cried to him about it, his tone was cold: “An unwed pregnancy would damage her reputation. Don’t put me in a difficult position.” “If you terminate the pregnancy, we can continue our relationship.” That’s when I realized what I thought was love was just mutual convenience to him. Later, I did as he wished and terminated the pregnancy. While he was caring for Luna, I followed my family’s arrangement and married someone else. From then on, we never saw each other again. ***** “This little dress is so cute. Should we buy it for our daughter?” I heard Luna’s voice. She was holding her slightly rounded belly while Sullivan had his arm around her waist, their gestures intimate. Seeing me turn around, she smiled at me: “What a coincidence! How do you have time to shop for baby clothes?” “Have you found a father for the child in your belly?” Before I could process why they were together, I instinctively wanted to turn to Sullivan for help, but his coldness stung me, leaving me to lower my head helplessly. He wouldn’t let me reveal my identity, and I didn’t dare say that Sullivan was the father of my unborn child. After a long pause, I found an excuse: “He’s busy.” Luna glanced at my belly: “Your belly is already so big. You’re already an illegitimate daughter yourself—are you really going to make your child illegitimate too?” My eyes welled up with tears as I clenched my fists: “That’s not true.” Sullivan’s gentle voice came at just the right moment: “Maisey, you don’t look well. Should we take you home first?” I caught the warning in his words. I shook my head: “No need.” I buried my head lower and hurried away from the scene. Just as I stepped out of the store, Sullivan called after me. He handed me a bottle of water: “You look uncomfortable. Have some water first.” Then he lowered his voice: “Today caught me off guard. Go wait for me at the usual place, and I’ll explain everything later.” I caught sight of Luna’s venomous glare and shuddered in fear, not daring to take the bottle. I quickly nodded and hailed a cab to leave. The so-called “usual place” was a hotel suite under Sullivan’s name. Whenever he needed to see me, he would arrange to meet in the penthouse room. He had a sex addiction but refused medication, and I happened to adore him, willingly becoming his remedy. This twisted relationship had lasted over three years. I returned to the hotel to wait. It wasn’t until dark that Sullivan finally came back. He carried the scent of perfume, and I stopped myself from moving to embrace him. Sullivan just sat on the distant sofa. He said: “Luna is pregnant. An unwed pregnancy would damage her reputation.” “I’ve already registered our marriage. After her child is born, we’ll hold the wedding ceremony.” I choked up: “What about me? What do my child and I mean to you?” Sullivan’s tone was icy: “If you’re willing to terminate it, we can maintain our original relationship.” I stared at him in shock, even forgetting to wipe my tears: “What are you saying?” “In your heart, these three years between us—was it just that kind of relationship?” Sullivan finally looked directly at me: “I told you from the beginning that I had someone I liked. You and I were just using each other.” I tremblingly removed the ring from my right hand: “A year ago, you got down on one knee and proposed, saying you’d marry me someday. If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have kept this child.” “The doctor said I’m nine months pregnant. Our baby is very healthy.” He knew how much I had looked forward to this new life over these nine months—I had even chosen names already. Sullivan interrupted impatiently: “That was just drunken nonsense. Besides, didn’t you enjoy our relationship? Now you’re acting like you’ve been wronged—for whose benefit?” “Yes, I did think about being with you officially after your child was born safely.” “But Luna confessed her feelings to me. She said she liked me and was willing to have my child.” “Now that she’s actually pregnant, how could I not take responsibility?” After saying this, his tone became even more stern: “Maisey, don’t put me in a difficult position.”

His words cut through me like a knife. My hand fell limply to my side, letting the ring roll away and disappear into the couch cushions. Everyone used to say Luna was Sullivan’s first love. The two had fallen in love and broken up abroad, like something straight out of a tragic romance novel. I had once asked him if this was true. He didn’t give me a straight answer, instead silencing my questions with a kiss. He said, “Now, I only have you.” His answer was vague, but I took those words as confirmation, as proof of our relationship. Now it seems the rumors were true after all. I had been deluding myself this whole time. I gripped the bedsheets tightly and whispered, “Okay.” Only then did Sullivan breathe a sigh of relief. He picked up his car keys and stood up. “You should go back to your place tonight,” he said. “I have things to handle too.” I walked downstairs alone and crouched by the roadside waiting for a ride. When I got home and pushed open the door, I was met with Luna’s resentful glare. “So you finally decided to come home?” she said. I froze in place and asked cautiously, “What’s wrong?” “Don’t play dumb with me!” Luna stepped forward and threw a stack of photos at my feet. She accused me, “You two are always clinging to each other. Today, even knowing I’m pregnant with his child, you still went and seduced him. You have no shame!” I kept my head down and silently picked up the scattered photos. They were all from today’s events. Seeing my silence, she grabbed my hair and forced me to look up. “Why aren’t you saying anything?” I didn’t dare struggle, only asking quietly, “When did you find out?” Luna let out a cold laugh. “You’re just as stupid as your mother. I’ve been with him for so many years – I know everyone around him. You think it’s hard for me to investigate something? You’re just like your mother, always going after other women’s men.” With that, she slapped me hard across the face. Still not satisfied, she kicked me in the stomach. She continued, “You’re nothing but a bastard child. Let me tell you the truth – the baby in my belly isn’t even his. But he’s from the Gray family. As long as my child is born safely, they’ll be the Gray family heir, enjoying all the privileges. So I’m warning you, and your child too – don’t ever appear in front of him again!” With that, she let go. My legs gave out and I collapsed to the floor, kowtowing repeatedly until my forehead started bleeding. “That’s more like it. Next time won’t be so easy,” Luna snorted coldly, satisfied as she turned and headed back to her room. Only after she went upstairs did I drag my numb body slowly up the stairs. I couldn’t afford to cross anyone in the Wilson family. I was born from my father’s drunken mistake. When I was eight years old, my mother Camilla Wilson had schemed to kill Luna’s mother. My father had always despised me for being just a daughter, never even acknowledging my illegitimate status. Luna knew all of this, but when we were young, she couldn’t do anything about us. Over the years, she used Camilla’s attempts to please her to gradually drive a wedge between us, turning mother and daughter against each other. I was often so suppressed by her that I couldn’t go to school or eat, sometimes even having to sleep with the dogs at night. Only by obediently following Luna’s orders could I earn a hot meal and a peaceful night’s sleep. So for all these years, I never dared defy her. We had both fallen for Sullivan at first sight at a party, but neither of us dared approach him. It wasn’t until two years after they broke up that Sullivan approached me first, giving me the courage to get involved with him. But I never imagined they had gotten back together and even had a child. Given Luna’s personality, if I didn’t run away now, I’d probably end up dead. With trembling hands, I dialed a number: “Hello, you said before that you wanted to marry me. Does that still stand?”

A low chuckle came from the other end of the line. “Are you sure?” I said, “I’m sure.” He said, “Wait for me. I’m getting ready now.” With that, I immediately hung up the phone. Early the next morning, I was woken up by Sullivan’s call. “Come downstairs.” Before I could even react, my body had already quickly changed clothes and headed out the door. I had never refused any of Sullivan’s demands. Seeing me appear, Sullivan shoved me into the back seat, then hurriedly drove off as if he were afraid Luna might discover us. He said, “I’m leaving the country with Luna tonight. I’m worried you’ll secretly have the baby by yourself while I’m gone.” I choked up for a moment, only managing to say dryly, “I won’t.” But Sullivan didn’t believe me. He was afraid I would ruin the sweet love between him and Luna. He even insisted on accompanying me into the operating room. He said, “You’re already nine months pregnant. We can only induce labor directly. Just bear with it.” I took a deep breath and nodded. However, as time passed minute by minute, my baby refused to come. It wasn’t until dawn that I couldn’t bear the pain anymore and finally had a C-section. The baby’s cries immediately filled the entire operating room. “You can tell it’s a healthy baby just by listening,” the doctor said with a smile, congratulating me, but I couldn’t smile back. My nose stung, and I tremblingly tugged at Sullivan’s sleeve as he sat beside me, pleading, “Can we keep her?” Sullivan’s expression remained unchanged, his tone indifferent: “We agreed to euthanize her. If it weren’t for my momentary impulse back then, someone of your status wouldn’t deserve to carry my child.” As soon as he finished speaking, my child seemed to sense something and cried even harder. My heart ached along with each cry. I said, “She’s crying so loudly, and she’s so small. I could go abroad to somewhere no one knows me. I would never…” He cut me off: “No.” He frowned impatiently and covered my ears with his hands: “If you can’t hear her crying, you won’t be sad.” I watched helplessly as they inserted the long needle into the child’s body. It seemed to have no effect, and several people exchanged glances. One of them walked over to Sullivan and whispered, “Mr. Gray, the euthanasia injection isn’t working on her.” Sullivan said, “Then strangle her.” His tone was casual, as if she were just some disposable object. But that was my child! If she couldn’t die, why not let her live? I screamed, “Are you insane!” He pressed his hand tightly over my mouth. I struggled and kicked, but he tied me up with rope. In the end, I could only watch helplessly as my child completely stopped breathing right in front of me. She died before my very eyes. From birth to death, my child lived for only two short minutes. Sullivan finally released his grip on me. Tears fell like rain, and ignoring the excruciating pain of my C-section wound tearing, I stumbled toward my child. Her body was still warm. She was the girl I had always hoped for… I collapsed beside her, sobbing uncontrollably: “I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” I thought bitterly: “Mommy failed to protect you.” The operating room fell into dead silence. I turned around, crawled over, and grabbed Sullivan’s pant leg, begging: “Could you please give her a headstone, somewhere I can go to remember her?” Sullivan’s frown deepened, and he refused me without hesitation: “I can’t let Luna know I had a child with someone else. Letting you see her one last time was already my mercy. Don’t push my limits.” After a pause, he bent down slightly, gently tucked my tear-soaked hair behind my ear, picked me up, and carried me toward the hospital room. He said, “It’s just a baby. Nothing to cry about. When I get back, I’ll buy you that limited edition bag you’ve always wanted to make it up to you.” As he spoke, a smile played at the corners of his mouth: “Of course, if you’re still willing to maintain our original relationship when I return, I’d be very happy.” His hand slid to my chin, gently lifting my face: “After all, you’re quite skilled. I’d hate to give that up.” His gaze roamed over my body, shattering the last defense in my heart. I stared at him, trembling all over: “You bastard!” Sullivan paused, frowned, but quickly relaxed: “Fine, I won’t argue with you today.” My child with him had been casually murdered by him just like that. I clenched my fists. There, I held onto the last trace of warmth from my child that I could preserve. He said, “Alright, Luna and I need to leave. I’ve already arranged for a caregiver. Rest well.” With that, he turned and left without hesitation, not even sparing me a backward glance. The moment the hospital room door closed completely, I collapsed on the bed, whispering softly: “We have no future.”

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My roommate Mariana Smith actually drugged me, Sienna Lynch, and sold me to an illegal organ trafficking organization just to buy luxury handbags. Mariana said, “A kidney’s worth five hundred thousand dollars, and she’s got Rh-negative blood!” A man’s voice replied, “I’ll give you six hundred thousand. Remember, keep your mouth shut!” The doctor approached me with a syringe in hand. Suddenly, I realized he was Connor Wood, our former family doctor. ***** In the cramped storage room, I lay bound with ropes on the cold floor. Outside the window, a man and woman were quietly discussing my fate. “Of course I won’t talk, but what about her? Are you sure you can control her?” The speaker was Mariana, my roommate for the past two years. She’d been constantly complaining lately about being broke and unable to afford the designer bag she’d wanted for so long. I had even suggested she get a part-time job to earn money. She said she’d figure something out, but who could have imagined her solution would be selling my kidney! Cold sweat broke out in my palms. Anyone involved in illegal organ trafficking was definitely dangerous! To prevent me from exposing their secret, they might even kill me outright! “That’s not your concern. We’ve been in this business for years—we know how to handle things.” The man in the white coat waved dismissively. He shoved a briefcase at Mariana, lowering his voice in warning: “Keep your mouth shut!” When he turned around, I clearly saw the distinctive hook-shaped scar on his forehead. I remembered that scar well. It belonged to Connor, our family doctor. Until I was ten, he had been responsible for my healthcare. Later, because my cousin Calvin Lynch had health issues, my father George Lynch arranged for him to transfer to work at my aunt Freya Lynch’s house. I hadn’t seen him in over ten years, but I’d always remembered that scar on his forehead. I curled up my bound feet and kicked over the nearby mop with all my strength. The dull thud startled the people outside, and several pairs of eyes turned toward me. Ignoring whatever expression Mariana might have, I stared directly at Connor, desperately making muffled sounds. I screamed in my mind: “It’s me! Please save me!” They were only in this business for money. George would definitely pay any price to rescue me! “How is she awake?” Connor seemed annoyed and told Mariana, “You should leave now. This is no longer your concern.” Mariana couldn’t wait to take the money and leave. Without even glancing at me, she walked away. Connor pushed open the half-closed door and looked down at me condescendingly. “Someone important urgently needs an Rh-negative kidney. You’re just an ordinary college student—struggling won’t help. Accept your fate.” Hearing his arrogant tone, I was stunned. He didn’t recognize me? “Mmph!” Ignoring the searing pain as the tape pulled at my face, I desperately tried to make noise. Connor looked at me coldly. “Once you’re here, screaming won’t help even if you shout yourself hoarse. There’s no one around. Be cooperative—it’s better for both of us.” I struggled frantically, deliberately shaking my hair away to reveal the birthmark on my neck. It was a distinctively shaped five-pointed star birthmark. He had cared for me for ten whole years—there was no way he wouldn’t remember it. Sure enough, Connor slowly approached. He crouched in front of me, carefully examining the birthmark, and said hesitantly, “I’ll remove the tape now, but don’t scream. Even if you do, it won’t help—no one can hear you here. You’ll only make things worse for yourself.” I nodded vigorously to show I understood. I didn’t need to scream anymore—I just needed to reveal my identity. Connor ripped the tape off my face, and tears streamed down from the pain. But I couldn’t worry about that. I immediately called out in a hoarse voice: “I’m Sienna! Sienna Lynch! My father is George Lynch. If you want money, he’ll pay you!”

I kept my guard up and didn’t dare reveal that I recognized him. He was in a dangerous line of work where death could come at any moment. What if he decided to kill me to keep his secret? Even when I flipped my hair earlier, I deliberately made it look like I was struggling. I looked at him with pleading eyes: “If you want money, I can give it to you. Just let me go, and I’ll pretend nothing happened.” “You…” Connor frowned, clearly hesitating. Just then, footsteps echoed in the hallway. A burly, bald man covered in muscle, Tate James, walked over and asked impatiently, “What are you dawdling for? Hurry up and take her for the compatibility test.” Connor gave me a long look, then stood up and said to Tate, “She seems to be George’s daughter.” Tate paused for a moment, then sneered, “Just because she says so? If she really were George’s daughter, how could she possibly end up in a place like this?” I quickly spoke up: “Give me an account number right now, and I’ll transfer money to you immediately! Is a million dollars enough? Just let me go, and we can negotiate any amount!” “Bullsh*t!” Tate spat right in front of me. “You think I haven’t seen the world? A million dollars and you think you can pretend to be the richest man’s daughter? “Don’t try to play games with me. Once you’re in this place, don’t expect to leave alive!” My mouth was sealed with tape again. They stuffed me into a dog cage and drew a vial of blood for compatibility testing. After that, no one paid attention to me, except for the occasional person who came in to give me IV fluids. The people who came to give injections never said a word and completely ignored my muffled struggles. I don’t know how much time passed, but just when I felt I couldn’t hold on any longer, I finally heard voices. “Mrs. Lynch, look, the compatibility test was successful. The reports are all here – this will definitely save your son.” It was Tate’s voice, exceptionally fawning in tone. I forced my eyes open and saw two pairs of legs standing outside the cage. “Good, as long as it’s a match. This is Sienna?” A familiar voice reached my ears. I stared in disbelief and jerked my head up. I saw familiar clothing, a familiar face. It was my aunt Freya! My father only had this one sister, who had been pampered since childhood. She had always been good to me, sometimes making me feel she cared for me even more than my own mother. Why was she here? The “important person” Tate mentioned was actually her? The person who needed a kidney transplant was Calvin? I used my last bit of strength to frantically kick at the cage. Aunt Freya! Aunt Freya, save me! Freya finally noticed me. Under my hopeful gaze, she slowly crouched down until we were eye to eye. She wore a smile, but it was ice-cold, nothing like the gentle Freya from my memories. She said, “Oh my, isn’t this my little princess? How did you end up looking like this?” She reached out and roughly tore the tape from my mouth, the violent motion making my cheeks burn with pain. I looked at her through tears: “Aunt Freya, save me!” “Ha.” She just looked at me with a cold laugh. “Save you? My son is waiting for your kidney to save his life. If I save you, who’s going to save my son?” I licked my cracked lips, my eyes still pleading: “Aunt Freya, if Calvin really needs it, I’m willing to donate my kidney to him.” Calvin was my only cousin. If I really was a compatibility match, how could I possibly be unwilling to save him? “Ha, you talk a good game! You’d risk your own health to save my son?” Freya looked at me sideways, clearly not believing me at all. She didn’t give me another chance to argue, turning to Tate with instructions: “Watch her carefully. Schedule the surgery for tomorrow.” Tate pulled out a syringe and shook it: “Mrs. Lynch, don’t worry. I’ll make sure she sleeps right through to the operating table.” Freya said, “Control the dosage properly. I don’t care if she sleeps to death, just don’t let it affect my son’s transplant surgery.”

When I opened my eyes again, I was lying in a hospital room. My hands and feet were tightly bound to the hospital bed. Thick tape covered my mouth, stretched so tight it made my face ache. I could hear voices talking outside the door. “Why did you choose this hospital? Can the doctors here really perform the transplant surgery properly?” That deep voice—it was George’s voice, the one I knew so well! I jerked my head toward the window and saw George and Freya standing outside! Hope for survival instantly overwhelmed me. I struggled desperately, twisting my body and trying to make noise to get George’s attention. In my heart, I screamed: “Dad!” My hands and feet were bound so tightly I’d almost lost all feeling. But none of that mattered—I could still move my neck. Fighting through the excruciating pain in my arms being pulled, I kept banging my head against the bed rail. I prayed silently over and over: “Dad, please look at me!” As if hearing the commotion, George instinctively turned his head. But just as he was about to make eye contact with me, Freya reached out and took his arm. She said: “This is the only place I can find a kidney donor to save Calvin. George, please don’t ask so many questions. Trust me—how could I possibly harm my own son?” George’s attention returned to her, and he didn’t look my way again. He said: “Fine, as long as we can save Calvin, whatever it takes.” “Yes, I really had no other choice.” Freya wiped her tears, leaning weakly against George’s shoulder. But from an angle George couldn’t see, she glared at me viciously, with a hint of smugness in her eyes. I bit the tip of my tongue, using the pain to keep myself calm. I absolutely couldn’t give up! I struggled with all my might, making the old hospital bed creak and groan. “What’s that noise?” George turned around in confusion, looking toward me again. Freya tried to stop him, but it was too late. George’s gaze had already fallen on me. “This…” Through the glass window, George showed a puzzled expression. “What’s wrong with this child? Why did the hospital tie her up like this?” I froze, thinking: “Dad doesn’t recognize me?” Freya suddenly smiled, staring at me as she said: “I heard she has violent tendencies and hurts people.” George nodded: “I see.” Seeing George about to look away again, I desperately widened my eyes and continued banging my head against the bed rail. I knew George too well. Even toward strangers, seeing me like this, he definitely wouldn’t just stand by and do nothing! Sure enough, after hesitating for a moment, George brushed away Freya’s hand and walked straight into the room. Freya shouted: “George! What are you doing! Calvin will be here soon! Why are you bothering with other people!” The smugness on Freya’s face instantly disappeared. She hurried after him, trying to stop George again. But George completely ignored her. He took off his suit jacket and folded it to cushion the bed rail. He said: “Young lady, don’t hurt yourself. Accept treatment properly.” I stared at him, struggling to turn my neck so he could see the birthmark on my neck clearly. George’s hand suddenly froze. He stood stunned for a few seconds, then frantically brushed away the hair on my neck, staring at the birthmark with bloodshot eyes. He said in shock: “Sienna?” Seeing George’s anxious expression, tears slid down from the corners of my eyes. I was saved! “How are you here? What the hell is going on!” George’s furious roar echoed throughout the entire room. He reached out to untie the ropes binding me, but Freya grabbed his hands tightly: “What are you doing!” George shook Freya off and continued untying the knots. Freya crashed into the hospital bed but ignored the pain, pointing at George and cursing: “George! Wake up! Only Sienna and Calvin are a match! “If you let her go, forget about saving your son! “Are you really going to abandon your own son for your daughter?” Before I could recover from the joy of finally being saved, Freya’s words struck me back to reality. I thought in shock: “Own son? Calvin is George’s own son? Aren’t they supposed to be siblings? How is that possible?” I suddenly realized something, my gaze shifting back and forth between George and Freya.

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I, Khloe Edwards, received two “ultimatums” from my boyfriend Paul Howell—whom I’d been dating for eight years—on my birthday. First, get rid of the baby in my belly. Second, donate a kidney to Evelyn Scott, the woman he’s infatuated with. I was so furious I nearly lost control, but suddenly a strange voice echoed in my mind. [Detected disappointment level with target subject has reached 90%.] [Would you like to abandon the mission and return to the real world?] A flood of information rushed in, awakening memories I’d buried long ago. It turned out I had transmigrated into this book. Looking at Paul and Evelyn’s sweet Instagram posts on my phone, I gently blew out the candles on my cake and whispered, “When can I leave?” The system replied: [For transmigrators like you, we prioritize expedited processing.] [Approximately 30 days remaining.] I fell silent for a moment, then nodded. “Then let’s go.” On my twenty-sixth birthday, I sat alone amidst the wreckage, eyes swollen and red, face full of despair. For twenty-six years since birth, no matter how terribly Paul treated me, no matter how deeply he disappointed me, as long as he softly called my name, I would forgive him. Because I was a transmigrator, and my purpose in this world was to accompany Paul. He was the entire meaning of my existence. The candlelight died out, and the smoke stung my eyes. An hour ago, I had been waiting expectantly in this carefully decorated birthday room, hoping Paul would propose to me. Half a month ago, I’d accidentally seen a diamond ring in his shopping app. Two months ago, I got pregnant. I waited from evening until nightfall, watching the cream cake melt and lose its shape. Finally, Paul came home, reeking of hospital disinfectant. He paused when he saw the room full of flowers, balloons, and cake, then said wearily, “Sorry, I was with Evelyn at her checkup today. I forgot to buy you a gift.” Evelyn—the woman Paul loved but couldn’t have. Now she was seriously ill with kidney failure. She’d once been a homewrecker for love, even cutting ties with her family, but now the rich guy had dumped her, and Paul accompanied her to all her medical appointments. On my phone was Evelyn’s latest Instagram post. She was reaching toward the moon, wearing that ring on her finger—the same one from Paul’s shopping cart. [Who plucked the moon from the sky and placed it on my finger] I remained silent, clearly dejected, but Paul ignored it as always. He sat across from me, pointing at the photos covering the wall. “Take those down. It wouldn’t look good if Evelyn saw them.” He said Evelyn was now helpless and sick, so he wanted to bring her home to live with us for easier care. My nose tingled with tears as I looked up at him. “In my own home, I hang photos of me and my boyfriend, and I have to consider someone else’s feelings?” Paul frowned, looking exhausted. “Khloe, I’m already tired today! I really don’t have the energy to fight with you.” His exhaustion was for Evelyn, but his bad temper was all for me. He impatiently pushed away the heart-shaped plate I’d carefully prepared. He said, “All you do is mess around with this useless stuff. Can any of this cure Evelyn’s illness?” The plate knocked over the already melting cake, which slowly collapsed like a pile of nauseating fat. He shouted, “What’s so great about cake! Are you really that greedy?” I remembered last week when we were shopping, Evelyn saw me buy two small cakes and pouted pitifully, “They must be so sweet. Too bad I can’t eat them anymore. Paul, taste the sweetness for me.” Paul immediately threw both cakes in the trash, his voice gentle: “When you get better, I’ll buy you a hundred cakes and let you eat until you’re sick of them.” They stood side by side, looking like a perfect match to passersby. I held my plastic fork, feeling superfluous. Facing Paul’s rage, I shed scalding tears: “Today is my birthday. What’s wrong with me eating cake? I didn’t make Evelyn sick—it’s her own fate!” Paul violently flipped the table, splashing soup all over me. I instinctively protected my belly. He said, “Khloe! You’re so vicious!” That was the most piercing thing I heard on my twenty-sixth birthday. That night, Paul didn’t come home. At dawn, Evelyn called, her voice full of feigned concern: “Khloe, did you and Paul fight? He’s at my place, chain-smoking on the balcony.” I knew Paul smoked. After I got pregnant, I’d asked him not to smoke at home, but every time he came back, the smell of cigarettes still clung to him. I thought it was just a hard habit to break, but if he truly cared, would I need to remind him? I said nothing, so Evelyn continued: “Khloe, as Paul’s friend, it really breaks my heart to see him like this. Could you please, for my sake, stop fighting with him? When people are healthy, they’re always greedy for more; only when they’re sick do they realize how precious those ordinary days were…” I cut her off: “Evelyn, you don’t need to call just to disgust me.” I heard the subtle sound of her turning on speakerphone, but I no longer cared. I was like a wild beast trapped in a cage, desperately struggling for something that was never meant to be mine, only to put on a show for others’ entertainment. Sure enough, the phone was snatched away. Paul angrily demanded: “Khloe! You’ve gone too far! Evelyn is sick! Are you deliberately calling to upset her? Do you want her dead?”

Every argument that ended without resolution, tangled together over the years, had turned the red thread between us into a mass of dead knots. Evelyn pleaded through her tears, her voice utterly pitiful: “Paul, I’m someone with no future left. Please don’t fight with Khloe over me anymore! I’m begging you! I don’t want you two arguing because of me! Khloe, it’s all my fault. I’m the one who kept clinging to Paul, asking him to accompany me to the doctor. I apologize to you. I’m sorry!” Chaos erupted on the other end of the line, followed by Evelyn collapsing again. Paul’s roar nearly pierced through the receiver: “Khloe! Are you satisfied now?!” I hung up directly. Twenty-six years old, utterly defeated—what was there to be satisfied about? By dawn, I had nearly finished packing up the house. Only the wall full of memories remained. In the book, Evelyn was a supporting female character abandoned by fate, now heading toward the tragic ending of being kicked out by the male lead. Paul didn’t even qualify as a third male lead. In the story, he was just Evelyn’s college admirer, a minor character mentioned in passing. But I remembered this boy who had always silently protected Evelyn. The book described how Paul was left behind after his parents’ divorce, raised by his elderly grandfather, growing up like roadside weeds—resilient and strong, forever guarding the goddess in his heart. Even when everyone said she deserved her fate, he only remembered the senior who had smiled at him when he first entered college. Paul was supposed to live a lonely life. It was out of pity for him that I chose to cross over here, to keep him company. In narrow alleyways, I followed Paul’s footsteps, accompanying him through his originally solitary childhood in a world the author never described, growing up together. In corners unknown to anyone, Paul and I fell in love. But now the plot had progressed to Evelyn reaping what she sowed, being driven back to the small town, falling ill and seeking out Paul. She had effortlessly destroyed everything I had carefully maintained for twenty-six years. I tore the photos into pieces, one by one. This world never truly belonged to me after all. My stomach churned violently. Oh right, I was pregnant in this world. I had asked the system if I could take the child with me when I left. The system replied: [Everything from the book can only exist briefly in the real world before quickly perishing.] Before I could make a decision, my phone suddenly vibrated. The hospital sent a report—Evelyn and I were a five-point kidney match, highly compatible. When Paul learned of Evelyn’s illness, he had secretly arranged for me to be tested for compatibility. That was the first time he had ever pleaded with me: “Khloe, please. One kidney won’t affect much—you have me anyway, and you don’t need to do any physical labor. But without a kidney, Evelyn will die.” Paul had obviously received the hospital’s notification too. For the first time since our fight two years ago, he actually spoke to me first. Perhaps feeling it was too abrupt to bring it up directly, he rarely asked me: “What are you packing?” I replied calmly: “Packing my things.” He continued on his own: “Right, you always buy all sorts of random stuff. It’s good to organize properly. After the surgery, Evelyn can move in too.” My hand froze, and I threw the item I was holding hard into the box. “What surgery?” I stared into Paul’s eyes, my gaze burning. He avoided my gaze, walked over to take my hand, his tone gentle: “I asked the doctor—it won’t have much impact on your life. Haven’t you always wanted to travel? Once you’ve recovered, I’ll take a long vacation and properly accompany you to relax. How about we travel and get married?” I had harbored feelings for Paul for twenty-six years, and we had been officially together for eight years. After he ruined my birthday, when he wanted me to donate a kidney to Evelyn, he finally proposed to me. I gently took his hand and placed it on my lower abdomen: “Paul, there’s our child here. It’s already two months along. It will grow bigger, be born, and call you daddy!” As if burned by my scorching gaze, Paul’s hand trembled slightly. He had once said the family he most envied was one with loving parents and happy children. During those lonely summer nights, we watched stars on the rooftop, back when we hadn’t yet entered college, when he hadn’t yet met Evelyn. Back then, Paul only had me, who had grown up alongside him. We entered elementary school together on the first day, giving each other courage. In middle school, I was class president, introducing outstanding graduate representative Paul to take the stage. Under everyone’s gaze, our youth shone together. At high school orientation, when I was forced to sing, Paul, who never liked performing, held a guitar and gently accompanied me. At our eighteenth birthday coming-of-age ceremony, on the eve of the oppressive college entrance exams, Paul threw away his speech and spoke clearly to all the teachers and students: “Khloe, we’ve grown up together. For the rest of our lives, we’ll walk together. Thank you for appearing in my barren life.” His kiss then, turning his head toward me, was clean and pure. The warmth of his palm had once been just as warm. We gazed at each other for a long time, tears welling up in both our eyes. He had once truly cared for me. I said: “Paul, you’re touching our child right now. Look into my eyes and tell me—do you really not want us anymore?” His throat moved, as if gripped by an invisible hand. In that moment, he wavered. But the next second, his phone rang, and Evelyn’s broken sobs came through: “Paul, it really is kidney failure. Paul! Save me! I don’t want to die!” That gentle hand instantly turned ice-cold. Paul’s eyes shook violently, like a piece of glass about to shatter. “Khloe, we can have children later.” The system notification immediately sounded in my mind. [System detected: Target’s disappointment value has reached 100%.] [Return condition changed to: death equals return.]

I agreed to donate my kidney. The system told me that to return to the real world, I had to die in this one. Then let me die on the operating table during Evelyn’s kidney transplant. Perhaps I agreed too readily—even Paul felt uneasy about it. These past few days, he’d done something unprecedented: leaving Evelyn alone at the hospital to accompany me through various medical tests. “Are you sure you want to terminate the pregnancy? The baby is developing well,” the doctor frowned, looking completely puzzled. Paul stared at the screen showing the already-formed little life, listening to the amplified heartbeat. As if struck by lightning, he lowered his head. That morning, I overheard him making a secretive phone call by the bathroom door. “Can Evelyn wait a few more months?” “Can’t wait any longer…” Of course she couldn’t wait—after all, the system had told me last night that it couldn’t bear to watch anymore and had taken the liberty of modifying the parameters, accelerating Evelyn’s condition. I told the doctor I was certain about terminating the pregnancy because I was about to donate my kidney. The doctor sighed, “This patient must be incredibly important to you. Many biological parents and siblings wouldn’t make the sacrifice you’re making.” I looked at Paul and replied softly, “I suppose she’s important. She’s a very important friend of my boyfriend’s.” The doctor looked confused: “What kind of friend could be more important than your wife and child?” She asked if we wanted to take a photo as a keepsake. Paul’s hand trembled as he reached for his phone, but I had already stood up. “No need.” My voice was as cold and hard as an operating table. Although the system had blocked the pain, when the instruments entered my abdomen, I still felt an emptiness in my heart. As if even the heart I’d grown in this world had been removed along with everything else. The blood clot lay quietly in the tray. Evelyn walked in carrying a bowl of cold soup, saying casually, “Khloe, two months doesn’t even count as life. Lots of people act like nothing happened afterward, though you’re more delicate than most. Don’t feel guilty about it—think of it as cleaning out bodily waste. Paul hasn’t even quit smoking, so your kid probably wouldn’t have grown up healthy anyway.” I threw the soup all over her, just as Paul walked through the door. Evelyn’s eyes reddened as she said, “It’s okay. It’s normal for Khloe to resent me when she’s upset. I owe her this—whatever she does to me is justified.” Paul instinctively frowned, opened his mouth but said nothing. Only after the soup on Evelyn’s clothes had dried did he speak: “Khloe, are you selling your studio? Someone called me about it. You don’t need to worry about the surgery costs.” A flash of smugness crossed Evelyn’s face: “Right, don’t worry about the surgery costs. Paul says he has enough money. Thanks, Khloe, but I’m not used to owing people. It’s only because of my years-long relationship with Paul that things have come to this point, otherwise I wouldn’t…” I looked up and cut her off: “I’ve known him for twenty-six years. What credentials are you flaunting in front of me?” Paul finally couldn’t hold back: “Evelyn didn’t mean anything by it, Khloe. Don’t be so sensitive. Everyone knows we grew up together. I know you’re worried about the pressure on me, but the studio represents years of your hard work. We’re not at the point where we need to sell it for money.” I said, “Don’t flatter yourself.” I didn’t even glance at them. Selling the studio was to buy two items from the system. One of them was to erase my parents’ memories of me in this world. Before the surgery, Paul unusually offered to accompany me home to see my parents. In this world, my family was the most ordinary yet most precious—loving parents in a harmonious home. They welcomed us warmly, preparing a table full of our favorite dishes. My mother carefully picked out fish meat for me: “Now that you’re pregnant, you need to eat more. Don’t diet. If you don’t want to cook, come home to eat, or I can bring food to you—just don’t keep eating takeout. Don’t worry about the baby. Once it’s born, your father and I will help take care of it. We’re here for you, don’t be afraid.” I held back tears for a long time. Twenty-six years—they were such real parents. My father kept raising his glass, toasting with Paul: “I don’t know what my silly daughter owes you from a past life, but her heart and eyes are full of only you! Your mother and I may be ordinary people without much ability, but we’ve cherished Khloe since she was little. Paul, I’m begging you—please don’t hurt Khloe!” I had only ever spoken well of Paul in front of my parents, so they firmly believed we’d end up together. Paul kept his head down, drinking. His glass seemed to sink into the dust. He said, “Mr. and Mrs. Edwards, don’t worry. I’ll definitely treat Khloe well from now on.” Before entering the operating room, he said solemnly again: “I know I’ve been unfair to you before. Let this surgery be the end of things between Evelyn and me. We’ll be good together from now on.” I pulled my hand from his grip, my voice calm: “Paul, we don’t have a future.” He looked completely stunned as I was wheeled into the operating room. Half an hour later, the doctors cried out in panic: “Why did the patient’s blood pressure suddenly drop? Her heart stopped too!” When I was wheeled out of the operating room, Paul collapsed like a madman. At the same time, in the ward where a doctor was conducting routine checks on Evelyn, he roared: “What kind of joke is this? She doesn’t have any illness at all!”

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I, Sofia Lynch, lay on the operating table, donating a kidney to my sister Freya Lynch. During the surgery, the doctor answered several phone calls for me. The first call was from my mom, Evelyn Lynch: “We’ve raised you all these years, what’s wrong with helping Freya out?” Next was my brother Simon Lynch: “Are you still holding a grudge against Freya? You were the one who got lost back then—why don’t you blame yourself?” Then came my ex-boyfriend Nathan Geller, who said coldly: “Freya just needs one of your kidneys, it’s not like she’s asking for your life. You owe her anyway.” None of them knew that I had already signed the consent form. The fresh kidney was removed. And I truly lost my life. ***** From childhood, I was taught to always give way to Freya. Because we were twins. I was born healthy, while she was rushed to an incubator for emergency care. At the time, an experienced elderly woman in the next bed took one look and said: “Your older daughter stole the younger one’s life force. The older one was bullying the younger one even in your womb. She’s a jinx.” Evelyn’s hand trembled when she heard this, and the smile on her face dimmed. As Freya and I grew up, we started kindergarten together. During one parent-teacher conference, the teacher told Evelyn: “Sofia eats quite well, but Freya doesn’t. She’s too frail and can only manage two or three bites each time.” That day when we got home, Evelyn knocked over my lunch: “How dare you eat? Can’t you see Freya is suffering? Are you deliberately eating more to spite her?” I held my spoon, staring at Evelyn’s angry face, completely at a loss. Outside the kindergarten, rain began pouring down heavily. She picked up Freya, covered her head with a jacket, and walked quickly. I stumbled after them, timidly calling out: “Mom, the rain’s too heavy. Can you walk slower?” The moment the words left my mouth, I knew I’d said the wrong thing. Her gaze was cold as ice: “You know the rain’s heavy? Freya’s so weak—getting caught in the rain could kill her. Sofia, are you trying to hurt her?” I wanted to explain that wasn’t my intention, but she had already rushed into the rain. That evening, I overheard her speaking quietly to my dad, Ayden Lynch, outside the kitchen: “When Sofia was born, I didn’t believe what people said. But now I think she’s naturally cold and selfish, like a vampire.” I was only four then and didn’t understand what “cold” or “selfish” meant, much less what a “vampire” was. But those three words followed me until today, lying on this operating table. The shrill phone ring sounded again. I struggled to move my eyes, pressed the answer button, and the doctor held the receiver to my ear. It was Evelyn calling. Her voice was urgent and angry: “Sofia, where the hell are you? Freya’s waiting for you to save her life. Do you know how much pain she goes through with each dialysis session?” Ayden seemed to be nearby. She was complaining angrily to him: “We’ve raised her all these years, why can’t she just help Freya?” Ayden’s voice came through: “Don’t we know what kind of person she is?” Evelyn continued furiously: “It’s just one kidney, how could she run off to another city? Won’t come home, won’t answer calls. Acting like we’re forcing her or something. If she wasn’t the best match for Freya, why would I even ask her? In the end, it’s my fault. I never should have given birth to her in the first place.” Yes, just one kidney. So many people donate kidneys—why couldn’t I do it? Simon let out a cold laugh, grabbed the phone, and said: “I know why. Sofia, are you still holding a grudge about getting lost that Christmas?”

That’s right, I got lost for four months when I was five, during Christmas. We went to the amusement park as a family for Freya’s birthday. She wore a powder blue princess dress, cradled in Ayden’s arms while Evelyn held an umbrella with one hand and Simon’s hand with the other. I followed behind them, keeping my distance, watching as Freya seemed in good spirits. Her little hands would point at white birds one moment, then at rabbits the next, making soft sounds that had Ayden and Evelyn laughing heartily. Simon even ran off to pick a handful of sunflowers for her. Their faces were all glowing with warm happiness. I struggled to keep up, but the distance between us kept growing. Suddenly, a large crowd surged forward. Eventually, at an ice cream shop around a corner, I could no longer see them. Lost children weren’t uncommon at amusement parks. The park manager told me, “Don’t be scared, your parents will come looking for you. We’ve already made an announcement.” I nodded and said, “I’m not scared. It’s just that they’re celebrating my sister’s birthday, so they’ll probably come get me later.” I added, “Today’s my birthday too.” The manager paused for a moment, then handed me a piece of candy. I carefully unwrapped it and sat there from morning until dusk, until all the park rides fell silent and the lights went out. Finally, a flicker of pity crossed the manager’s eyes. I was taken to the police station. Seven days later, I was transferred to a nearby children’s home. Four months later, Ayden appeared at the children’s home entrance. The moment he saw me, he slapped me: “How dare you run off like that! Do you know how long we looked for you?” Evelyn kept a stern face, glancing at me with hesitation, unusually refraining from scolding me. She frowned and stopped Ayden, her tone somewhat impatient: “Alright, we found her now, didn’t we? Stop making a scene here. Aren’t you embarrassed enough?” She glanced at her watch: “I only took half a day off. You take her home—I need to get back to work.” When I got home, I discovered all my belongings had been moved to the storage room. The house only had two bedrooms—one for my parents, and the other that Freya and I used to share. Now the bunk bed in that room had been removed and replaced with a pink bunny princess bed, and the walls had been repainted in pink and white. Ayden said coldly, “Freya was hospitalized three months ago. The doctor said she needs a clean environment. Since you often help your mother with chores, don’t dirty up her room.” So it was because Freya was sick that I had been “left” outside for so long. I fidgeted with my fingers and carefully began, “Dad, could I maybe…” Ayden interrupted me irritably: “Didn’t you understand what I said? Don’t even think about moving back. Freya needs quiet. Can’t you be more considerate?” He turned and left, muttering something like, “I shouldn’t have bothered bringing you back. What a waste of effort.” I was too frightened to say another word. All I wanted to ask was whether I could use the leftover paint to touch up the walls in my storage room. The wallpaper was so brittle that the slightest touch would send flakes drifting down. But what right did I have to make requests? They couldn’t spare the time to look for me then, and it was the same now. Just like now—they clearly knew which city I was in, yet not one of them was willing to come. The attending physician entered the room: “Ms. Lynch, let’s confirm one final time. Are you certain about proceeding with the organ donation tomorrow? This is your own voluntary decision, with no coercion or pressure from anyone?” I blinked and nodded. He continued, “Do you need us to notify your family to come?” I shook my head. A trace of sympathy appeared in his eyes. That evening, a nurse came to change my IV and reminded me about the pre-surgery instructions for tomorrow. Just then, my phone rang again. The nurse looked somewhat annoyed but still asked, “Do you want to answer it?” I struggled to look at the caller ID. It was Nathan. He used to be my boyfriend, but now he belonged to Freya.

Nathan’s deep voice came through the phone: “Sofia, Freya’s body can’t wait any longer. I know you resent me, but I was the one who pursued Freya back then—it had nothing to do with her. If you’re angry, take it out on me, but please don’t make things difficult for her.” Nathan’s deep voice came through the phone: “Sofia, Freya’s body can’t wait any longer. I know you resent me, but I was the one who pursued Freya back then—it had nothing to do with her. If you’re angry, take it out on me, but please don’t make things difficult for her.” He paused: “Do you… still have feelings for me?” I lay in the hospital bed, staring at the stark white ceiling. My silence seemed to confirm his suspicion. Nathan’s breathing became labored. I lay in the hospital bed, staring at the stark white ceiling. My silence seemed to confirm his suspicion. Nathan’s breathing became labored. I lay in the hospital bed, staring at the stark white ceiling. My silence seemed to confirm his suspicion. Nathan’s breathing became labored. I lay in the hospital bed, staring at the stark white ceiling. My silence seemed to confirm his suspicion. Nathan’s breathing became labored. He took a deep breath: “Sofia, you were the one who brought up breaking up. I even asked if I could be with Freya, and you nodded and agreed at the time. Now you’re going back on your word—what exactly do you want? We’ve known each other for ten years. For the sake of our past, please just let us go this time. I’m begging you.” He took a deep breath: “Sofia, you were the one who brought up breaking up. I even asked if I could be with Freya, and you nodded and agreed at the time. Now you’re going back on your word—what exactly do you want? We’ve known each other for ten years. For the sake of our past, please just let us go this time. I’m begging you.” My eyes finally blinked. Ten years—so much time had already passed. My eyes finally blinked. Ten years—so much time had already passed. Yes, we’d known each other since middle school. Like every teenage romance story, the troublemaker was seated next to the straight-A student by the teacher, hoping she could change him. Yes, we’d known each other since middle school. Like every teenage romance story, the troublemaker was seated next to the straight-A student by the teacher, hoping she could change him. Of course, he wasn’t someone who could be changed so easily. He pulled my braids, tore up my test papers, and even put chewed gum in my textbook… But I remained unmoved, which only drew his attention. Of course, he wasn’t someone who could be changed so easily. He pulled my braids, tore up my test papers, and even put chewed gum in my textbook… But I remained unmoved, which only drew his attention. So he began pursuing me, from middle school all the way through college. His high SAT scores shocked his parents. They specially bought gifts and came to our house to thank me, taking my family out to dinner. So he began pursuing me, from middle school all the way through college. His high SAT scores shocked his parents. They specially bought gifts and came to our house to thank me, taking my family out to dinner. Later, how did we break up? I could barely remember anymore. After all, we attended colleges in different cities. Later, how did we break up? I could barely remember anymore. After all, we attended colleges in different cities. At first, he called every day and took the train to see me every weekend. He didn’t have much money then, so he could only buy standing-room tickets, squeezed among migrant workers in the swaying train car, standing for hours until his hands and feet went numb. At first, he called every day and took the train to see me every weekend. He didn’t have much money then, so he could only buy standing-room tickets, squeezed among migrant workers in the swaying train car, standing for hours until his hands and feet went numb. Gradually, his calls went from daily to weekly. Then he stopped showing up altogether. Gradually, his calls went from daily to weekly. Then he stopped showing up altogether. I tried to contact him, but he said coldly: “Sofia, I’m really busy with my studies now. You need to learn to be independent and stop relying on me all the time.” I tried to contact him, but he said coldly: “Sofia, I’m really busy with my studies now. You need to learn to be independent and stop relying on me all the time.” Until one time when I quietly went home and saw Nathan from afar, sitting and eating with Ayden, Evelyn, Freya, and Simon. None of the five noticed me standing in the yard with my suitcase. The food that Ayden and Evelyn put on his plate, he immediately passed to Freya, gently stroking her hair. Freya smiled shyly. Simon immediately started teasing them, and the whole table burst into laughter. After dinner, Simon pulled Nathan to a corner of the yard. He said: “You’ve noticed too, right? Freya is better than Sofia, isn’t she? You were right to think so. Freya is sweet, innocent, and gentle—completely different from that mean-spirited Sofia. If you want to be with Freya, we all support you.” After dinner, Simon pulled Nathan to a corner of the yard. He said: “You’ve noticed too, right? Freya is better than Sofia, isn’t she? You were right to think so. Freya is sweet, innocent, and gentle—completely different from that mean-spirited Sofia. If you want to be with Freya, we all support you.” Nathan hesitantly nodded. Nathan hesitantly nodded. After I returned to school, I brought up breaking up. He was silent for a moment, then asked: “Then can I pursue Freya? I want to be with her. I hope you can understand.” After I returned to school, I brought up breaking up. He was silent for a moment, then asked: “Then can I pursue Freya? I want to be with her. I hope you can understand.” I gripped my phone tightly and said: “I can’t understand.” I gripped my phone tightly and said: “I can’t understand.” I truly couldn’t understand why he fell for someone else so quickly. Was I not good enough? Or could a few idle words instantly destroy seven years of feelings? So I became stubborn and willful. I repeated: “I can’t understand. Nathan, you’re not allowed to pursue her.” So I became stubborn and willful. I repeated: “I can’t understand. Nathan, you’re not allowed to pursue her.” He exploded: “Sofia, you kicked me to the curb! Now you won’t let me pursue anyone else? You really are as selfish as your family says! She’s your sister. I must have been blind to fall for you!” He exploded: “Sofia, you kicked me to the curb! Now you won’t let me pursue anyone else? You really are as selfish as your family says! She’s your sister. I must have been blind to fall for you!” He exploded: “Sofia, you kicked me to the curb! Now you won’t let me pursue anyone else? You really are as selfish as your family says! She’s your sister. I must have been blind to fall for you!” I stared expressionlessly out the dormitory window. But there would never again be that boy with a backpack, travel-worn and running to smile at me. I stared expressionlessly out the dormitory window. But there would never again be that boy with a backpack, travel-worn and running to smile at me. I stared expressionlessly out the dormitory window. But there would never again be that boy with a backpack, travel-worn and running to smile at me. I stared expressionlessly out the dormitory window. But there would never again be that boy with a backpack, travel-worn and running to smile at me. So I said flatly: “Then go ahead and pursue her.” So I said flatly: “Then go ahead and pursue her.” So I said flatly: “Then go ahead and pursue her.” Maybe I really wasn’t good enough. Because I had been stubborn and willful once. I could have gone to the same prestigious university that Nathan attended. Before the SAT exam, my teacher Emily Jones personally came to our house for a home visit. She walked into our home with a bright smile: “Sofia is such a thoughtful child. I’ve selected several excellent schools here that you can consider.” Ayden was clearly uninterested in any of this. Evelyn took the materials from Emily’s hands, but her expression gradually darkened. Seeing this, Emily looked confused and hesitantly excused herself to leave. I quietly finished the household chores and dried my hands. In the kitchen, Evelyn was busy making soup for Freya. I stood behind her and carefully spoke up: “Mom, which school do you think would be best for me to apply to?” I nervously gripped the corner of my clothes and added: “I like New York University. Ms. Jones said if I perform normally, I might be able to…” “Clang!” The pot lid crashed heavily to the floor. Evelyn turned around and stared at me, her tone ice-cold: “Where else do you like? Why don’t you just fly to the sky? Have we mistreated you or are you dissatisfied? Are you that eager to leave?” My hands trembling, I mustered the courage to defend myself for the first time: “Mom, I don’t want to run away. I just want to take the exam like everyone else.” Evelyn ruthlessly interrupted me: “Then why can’t you choose a university close to home?” She said viciously: “If you go to college out of state, who’s going to cook at home? Who’s going to do the housework? Who’s going to take care of your younger siblings? Do you expect your brother who’s in eighth grade? He’s at a critical stage right now. Do you want him to drop out after middle school and start working?” She glared at me and said through gritted teeth: “Or do you expect Freya, who’s still at home on medical leave?” I couldn’t help but tear up and shouted: “Everyone else hopes their children can achieve something great, so why do you hope I’ll do poorly!” Evelyn didn’t even look up as she said: “I don’t want you to do poorly. No matter what score you get, you must stay here.” Ayden walked in, frowning with impatience: “Why are you talking about these useless things? It’s already been decided. Why keep going back and forth? Do you want to eat or not?” I closed my eyes. Even though it was midsummer, a chill rose in my heart. I had understood since childhood that my family didn’t like me. When I got older, I learned from relatives about the accident that happened when Freya and I were born. I worked hard to shoulder the household responsibilities and never made any extra demands. I ate what Freya tasted once and didn’t like, wore her hand-me-down clothes, and when my notebooks were filled, I wrote on the back pages, using draft paper that I’d erased clean to continue writing. I always thought I had tried my best to make amends. But in their eyes, it all still seemed insufficient. Yet I was human too, with dreams and expectations. Despite everything, I secretly applied to New York University. However, what I received was an acceptance letter from a local vocational school. Emily looked at me with regret, hesitating to speak: “Actually, our school did a lot of work trying to convince your parents, but they insisted on changing the schools you applied to. They made quite a scene at school, and in the end, the administration was afraid of trouble and decided to stop making home visits. I was worried it would affect your exam, so I never dared tell you.” I nodded calmly and bowed deeply to Emily: “Thank you.” I stayed at school for a long time, not returning home until dark. The family was crowded in the living room watching TV. Ayden was shirtless, and Evelyn was fanning Simon. In the kitchen were cold leftovers. I asked quietly: “Mom, why did you do this?” She didn’t take her eyes off the TV for even a second: “Why what?” Then she glanced at the acceptance letter in my hand and responded indifferently: “Oh, the acceptance letter. Didn’t I tell you about this already?” Perhaps she saw the tears in my eyes, because she finally added coldly: “Just consider this your fate. You owe Freya, and you have to pay it back.”

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On my birthday, I received a notification for a $131,400 transfer. I was about to call my husband Adrian West to ask about the money when I accidentally stumbled upon his intern secretary’s Instagram story. The post read: The most romantic surprise gift. It featured a screenshot of the $131,400 transfer and a photo of two people holding hands intimately. I had just liked the post when Adrian immediately called me, his voice urgent: “It’s Emma’s birthday today, so I’m just playing along with her little act. Don’t take it to heart, okay?” I let out a cold laugh and hung up directly, then without hesitation, froze all his bank cards. As long as he didn’t touch my money, I couldn’t care less who he played around with. That evening, I waited alone at the restaurant for Adrian for ten hours. At first, I held onto hope, but gradually my mood grew cold. As night deepened, the golden sunset disappeared completely through the gaps between tall buildings, leaving only a sky full of stars. I pulled out my phone, my heart completely cold, and sent Adrian a message: “Adrian, you kept saying you’d be here for me. Is this how you show it?” Right after sending the message, I received another text notification for a $131,400 transfer. I frowned. He had time to send money but couldn’t spare a moment to reply to my message or come see me? I was about to call and ask what exactly he was trying to pull when I accidentally opened Instagram. The next second, I completely understood where that money had gone. The latest post was from his secretary. The photo showed an intimate picture of the two of them, along with a screenshot of the $131,400 transfer. The caption read: The most romantic surprise gift. And that man who looked so carefree and spent money without a second thought was my husband who had disappeared for an entire day. My eyes instantly welled up with tears. They looked so intimate in the photo that if I weren’t legally Adrian’s wife, I probably would have cheered for their love story too. I forced a smile. My chest felt suffocatingly tight. I never imagined Adrian would betray me so blatantly. But thinking about it, it wasn’t really surprising. In these three years, I hadn’t even figured out whether he actually loved me or not. Toward me, he had always been cold and distant, politely courteous. We were nothing more than two strangers wearing the title of husband and wife. Suddenly, I felt utterly exhausted. After chasing Adrian for so many years, I really didn’t want to waste any more time on him. It was completely pointless. These three years felt like a dream—a dream where I had been deceiving myself. Thinking about this, I couldn’t help but recall the past. Six years ago, I first saw Adrian. He was by the sidewalk then, carefully making his way through traffic to carry some frightened kittens to safety. He looked so innocent and gentle at that moment—just that one glance captured my heart completely. Unfortunately, I only caught a glimpse of him from afar through the crowd that day and never got the chance to talk to him. He probably never knew that somewhere in that sea of people, a girl had quietly remembered him for so many years. Later, through a twist of fate, I became Adrian’s wife. I always thought it was destiny’s arrangement. Even though throughout these three years of marriage, he remained distant and polite toward me. I never complained, always believing that someday he would come to like me. Only today did I finally see clearly that Adrian had always kept his first love hidden in his heart. That’s why he had always been so thoroughly cold toward me. How meaningless. Thinking about this, I scrolled through my chat history with Adrian. The messages he initiated were pitifully few, just like the pleasant expressions he usually gave me—rarely any good ones. Forget it. Was a man like this really worth continuing to love? I closed the chat window and immediately contacted a familiar lawyer, asking him to help me draft a divorce agreement. Finally, I left Adrian just one cold message: “Let’s get divorced.” To spite him a little, I even made a point of going to his intern secretary’s post and liking it.

Just then, Adrian’s phone rang. I stared at the screen, hesitating for a few seconds before finally answering. “What’s with the attitude now? Today is Emma’s birthday, and I’m just going through the motions with her. Don’t make a big deal out of nothing, okay? I don’t need to explain such trivial matters to you—you’re being way too controlling. We’re married, sure, but you don’t need to treat me like a prisoner. Hey, Natalie, are you even listening?” Adrian fired off his accusations rapid-fire, his voice getting louder and louder, as if he wanted to dump all his frustration on me, making it seem like I was the one in the wrong. How ridiculous. I couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh. “Adrian, I can’t be bothered arguing with you. We won’t have anything to do with each other much longer anyway, so you can keep whoever you want company—I don’t care. And next time you want to spend money on some woman, go ahead, just don’t touch the money in my account.” Adrian probably thought I was jealous, because his voice suddenly softened. “Baby, I know I shouldn’t have been away on your birthday today, but you have everything. You come from money, your parents adore you—Emma has nothing. She only has me.” Those words pierced my ears worse than any insult could have. What was wrong with my parents giving me a good life? My fingertips trembled, and just hearing his voice made my stomach churn. I used to give my heart hoping to touch his someday, but reality loves to slap you in the face, leaving you nowhere to hide. “Adrian!” I bit my lip, my voice hoarse and tight. “Let’s get divorced. That way you can take care of your mistress with a clear conscience.” After saying that, I hung up and pulled the cake over, lighting the candles. Outside the window were endless streams of traffic and flickering neon lights. I closed my eyes and whispered softly, “Happy birthday, Natalie.” My lawyer worked fast—the divorce papers were delivered to my office first thing the next morning. Adrian didn’t show up until nearly noon. He pushed through the door and walked to my desk, looking completely apologetic. “I’m sorry, honey. I know you’re upset, and last night was definitely my fault, but Emma has no one else in this city except me. I really couldn’t just leave her there. It’s just a birthday, right? I’ll pretend I didn’t hear what you said yesterday, and we can just live our lives together, okay?” I looked up at this man I’d been with for three years, and the red mark on his neck made my eyes sting. A cold smile spread across my face. He couldn’t even be bothered to cover up the marks on his neck when he came to see me—if that wasn’t provocation, what was? Since he was being so blatant about it, what was the point of keeping someone like that around? I grabbed the divorce papers from the coffee table and threw them in front of him. “Divorce.” Adrian froze, and when he saw the papers, his whole face tensed up. “Natalie, are you serious? Do you really need to be this ruthless? Why should I walk away with nothing? I deserve half of everything from these three years of marriage.” I picked up my coffee cup without even lifting my eyes and splashed the scalding coffee right in his face. The hot coffee ran down his decent-looking face, with coffee stains dripping from his chin—quite the sight. Adrian was stunned by my move, and when he snapped back to reality, he started yelling at me: “Natalie, have you lost your mind?” “Yes, I’ve lost my mind—lost it enough to waste all these years on you. You’re such a piece of trash, I must have been blind to ever think you were worth it! Fooling around with your mistress—God knows what kind of diseases you’ve brought home!” Last night I had someone investigate everything, and that’s when I learned about all the things I’d been kept in the dark about. When Adrian said he was on business trips, he was actually taking Emma Hart on getaways. When he said he was working overtime, he was actually getting hotel rooms with Emma. Even those regular transactions on that card were money he was transferring to Emma. Adrian was counting on me never suspecting him. If I hadn’t accidentally seen Emma’s Facebook, if it hadn’t been for that $131,400 transfer, I would have stayed completely in the dark. Besides their secret affairs, the materials my secretary brought over also revealed their past history. Emma was Adrian’s college sweetheart. If it hadn’t been for the West family’s financial troubles three years ago and their desperate need to marry into my family, I wouldn’t have even had the chance to be his wife. I thought it was fate that brought us together, but it turned out to be nothing more than a calculated move by his family. Throughout our three-year marriage, Adrian had always been cold to me. I knew few arranged marriages turned into love stories—most couples just got by on the surface. But I was soft-hearted, always thinking I could be different, that even if he was cold, as long as I put in the effort, I could eventually warm his heart. In the end, all I got was betrayal. Adrian just watched me wear myself down for him, losing my spirit and living like I was nothing. In his eyes, all my efforts and genuine feelings were probably just a joke. In the end, he even had the audacity to bring his first love into the company and spend every day with her. Thinking back to his parents’ fake surprise when they “accidentally” ran into Emma, I finally understood they weren’t clueless—they were just playing dumb to protect their son. After all, the West family still needed the Quinn family to stay afloat. How pathetic. Three years of devotion, ending up as nothing but a joke. Since things had come to this, I might as well cut my losses and leave.

“What are you talking about! Who’s messing around with who!” Adrian shouted at me, roughly grabbing my wrist. My wrist throbbed with pain from his grip, and I frowned. But seeing his bloodshot eyes, I couldn’t help but laugh, my face full of disdain. “Adrian, do you really think I’m an idiot? How many times you and Emma got hotel rooms together – one check of the records would tell us everything. Stop going crazy in front of me. Your family still depends on mine for support. Please recognize your place.” Adrian finally started to panic. He suddenly realized that this time I wasn’t just throwing a tantrum. Adrian’s face instantly froze, and he slowly released my hand, his tone softening. “Natalie… we’ve been married for so many years, do you really have the heart to leave me with nothing?” His pitiful appearance disgusted me. I waved my hand to cut him off, my voice ice-cold. “Adrian, cut the crap and just sign the divorce papers.” I pulled away from him and looked directly into his eyes. “You know how much I loved you, how much I trusted you, but you never took me seriously, even though I’m your wife.” At this point, I couldn’t help but let out a long sigh. “So now I don’t want to revolve around you anymore. Didn’t you find me annoying? Fine, now I’m letting go voluntarily. You and Emma – I wish you both happiness.” After I said this, Adrian’s face looked even worse than before. “I didn’t!” He gritted his teeth and forced out those words. I shook my head, my heart completely cold. Adrian really was a man without backbone. On one hand, he couldn’t let go of his first love, and on the other, he couldn’t give up the benefits from my family. He wanted everything. I was already tired of dealing with him and just wanted to get out of this mess quickly. I had a meeting in the afternoon and no time to waste on him. But just as I reached the elevator, Adrian caught up and blocked my way, his face full of rage. “Natalie, stop right there and listen to me!” I looked at him expressionlessly, curious to see what tricks he had left. Looking at me, his voice softened. “Honey, I know I was wrong last night. I shouldn’t have left you to be with Emma. But after three years of marriage, are you really willing to just end it like this? If you really don’t care about me, why are all those portraits you drew of me still in the room, with tear stains from your crying last night still on them?” As he said this, Adrian’s face showed a smug expression. Hearing these words, my body instantly stiffened, and I felt completely cold. Adrian had seen everything. Last night, after discovering his betrayal, tears wouldn’t stop flowing. I pulled out that stack of portraits I’d drawn of him – three years’ worth accumulated into a thick pile. Looking through them one by one, each one filled with my heart and soul, tears dropping and soaking the paper. But I wasn’t crying because of his betrayal – I was heartbroken that my three years of genuine feelings had been trampled on like this. In three years, I’d almost lost myself completely. To please him, I changed my personality, making myself appear especially sweet and understanding. My friends used to laugh at me, asking how the little tyrant who used to rule the playground had become like this. They were right – how could I have changed myself like this for someone so unworthy? I shouldn’t be like this. Maybe because I hadn’t responded for too long, Adrian relaxed and even tried to take my hand. “Honey, let’s not get divorced. Look, your eyes are all red from crying. Why don’t you go home and rest first?” A breeze blew in from the window, and the cool air on my face finally brought me back to my senses. My eyes were indeed dry and irritated. I hadn’t slept all night, then got up early for work today, leaving me dizzy and exhausted. I pulled my hand back directly and looked up at him. “Adrian, this is the first time in three years you’ve humbled yourself to try to keep me. Is it because you’re afraid that after the divorce, your family won’t get any more benefits? Am I right?” Adrian suddenly fell silent, lowering his head and not daring to look at me. The answer was written all over his face.

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My husband Jack Ray, in order to maintain his “good guy” image in front of his first love, actually forgave the hit-and-run driver who struck me down. He even had the audacity to say righteously: “He really didn’t mean it. If Mia hadn’t insisted on running around in the middle of the night, she wouldn’t have gotten hit.” He completely forgot that it was because of his sudden heart attack that I had no choice but to risk going out in the middle of the night to buy his medication. I watched with my own eyes as he embraced that woman tightly, while his first love said coquettishly: “You’re just too kind. After all these years, you’re still stuck with that cold, uncaring woman.” They were inseparable, while I could only watch helplessly as Jack chose to abandon saving me, ultimately dying on that hospital bed filled with resentment. When I opened my eyes again, I had somehow returned to the night before Jack’s heart attack. ***** “It hurts so much…” The familiar groaning suddenly reached my ears, startling me into sitting up abruptly. I quickly looked around, my gaze finally settling on Jack lying on the floor, clutching his chest tightly, his whole body trembling with pain. The memories from my past life instantly overlapped with this moment. I frantically lifted my dress and carefully examined my body. Not a single injury – my skin didn’t even have a scratch. Had I… really been reborn? While I was still in a daze, Jack called out weakly from the floor: “Can’t you hear me talking to you? I’m in so much pain, can’t you come take care of me? How can you be so cold!” Cold? He called me cold? I almost couldn’t help but laugh out loud at those words. He didn’t think it was cold when he let the driver who killed me off the hook, didn’t think it was cold when he watched me suffer and die in that hospital bed, but now just because I didn’t comfort him immediately, he thought I was “cold”? What nerve to say such a thing – how could there be such a selfish person in this world? Thinking back to my past life, lying in that hospital bed with pain that nearly suffocated me. How many times I begged him to save me, yet he just stood there with his arms crossed, coldly telling me: “Can’t you stop being so vicious? We don’t have money – how are we supposed to pay for your treatment? Do you want that poor driver to pay your medical bills? What about his family?” That’s when I completely lost hope. I remembered every penny in our household clearly. The savings we’d accumulated over the years would have been more than enough to cover any medical treatment. Jack simply didn’t want to save me, because once I died, he could be with his first love openly and legitimately. All that talk about the driver’s livelihood was just an excuse to brush me off. Thinking about this, the rage in my heart nearly consumed me. I frowned as I stared at Jack’s weak face and slowly walked toward him. He thought I would kneel beside him and fuss over him like before. A flash of smugness crossed his eyes as he said condescendingly: “This is how you should behave. You’re too malicious – only by following me can you improve your temperament. I’m teaching you to be better, so you should thank me… Ahhhhh!” Before he could finish speaking, I stomped hard on his body. To make sure he felt it “deeply” enough, I deliberately applied more pressure and stomped a few more times. Only after watching his face contort with pain did I slowly lift my foot away. Even touching him made me feel dirty. He never expected that gentle me would suddenly become so fierce. For a moment, he even forgot about the pain. Jack was stunned, staring at me intently, his mouth opening and closing, unable to speak for a long time. I hated that self-righteous expression of his the most. Without another word, I grabbed his collar and gave him two solid slaps across the face. Now he finally snapped back to reality. Covering his face, he shouted at me furiously: “Are you crazy? How dare you hit me? Do you believe I’ll divorce you right now!” I had already stood up, casually dusting off my hands, and turned to leave. After packing my things, I pushed open the door and walked to the entrance. Before leaving, I coldly threw out one final line. “Don’t flatter yourself, you fool! I’m the one who wants the divorce, not you. Enjoy suffering alone at home with no one to care about you.” After saying this, I walked out the front door without looking back. He had a heart condition. This time, without me running errands to buy his medication, I wanted to see just how he planned to survive.

On my first day in the new place, I was sprawled out on the couch like a total couch potato. I yawned lazily, thinking how absolutely wonderful it was that the air didn’t smell like Jack anymore – even breathing felt sweet. In my past life, I was so stubborn and fixated on that man, always thinking he was the kindest, most innocent person in the world. I was willing to endure any hardship just to stay by his side. Now I finally get it – Jack is rotten to the core. I must have been blind to love him that much before. But now? Whoever wants to be his babysitter can go right ahead – I’m done playing along with his act. I was just getting comfortable and ready to binge-watch some shows when the phone started ringing urgently, completely killing my good mood. I picked it up and saw it was an unknown number. I figured it might be work with some emergency, but the moment I answered, Sarah McWilliams’ sickeningly sweet voice came through. “Mia? Where are you right now? How have you become so heartless lately? How did your heart turn so cold? You actually had the nerve to lay hands on Jack, and seeing him so sick, you don’t even care! How can you be so cruel?” The corner of my mouth twitched – from her tone, you’d think she was some kind of queen or something. Has she lost her mind? No wonder the world finally went quiet after I blocked Jack’s number last night. I thought he might have died, but turns out he went crying to Sarah. How boring. I was hoping I could just become a widow. Before I could get a word in, Jack’s whiny voice came through the phone: “I never thought all my efforts to teach her would be useless! She’s still the same old her! So disappointing! Sarah, don’t bother trying to convince her – this time I’m definitely divorcing her!” Sarah quickly jumped in, putting on her good-person act. “Oh, don’t be angry! She was just acting impulsively! Mia, you need to apologize right now and take good care of Jack. He’s not as heartless as you are – he’s always been so kind, he definitely won’t hold it against you. Hurry up and get over here! “Oh, and I covered the hospital bills first, so you need to transfer me twenty thousand dollars right away.” Listening to these two play good cop, bad cop, all for the little money I had, I found it absolutely ridiculous. I rubbed my temples and replied with a fake smile: “Oh my, what should I do? Sarah, I bet Jack definitely doesn’t want to see a jinx like me. Patients need a peaceful environment, and you’re the perfect person to take care of him. You’re so warm and kind, you’d definitely be willing to help, right?” The moment I said that, seeing that I really wasn’t planning to go back and wait on Jack, Sarah panicked. After all, she wasn’t done living it up and didn’t want to be stuck in a hospital taking care of someone. Not to mention she had fronted the medical bills – she wasn’t about to let her own money go down the drain. She was about to argue back, but I cut her off completely. “As for the money, you know perfectly well that all our household money is with Jack. Go ask him directly – don’t waste my time. Alright, I need to get to work. Hanging up now.” I hung up immediately, not giving them even a shred of hope. I could just imagine the expressions on both their faces. But did that have anything to do with me? Don’t they love playing the saint? I’d love to see how long either of them can last when they’re actually stuck together for a few days. Just thinking about it was entertaining.

These two turned on each other faster than I ever imagined. After Jack’s heart attack, his condition was so severe he needed help just to use the bathroom. In my past life, I worked myself to death playing nursemaid, enabling their lovey-dovey act in public. Now that no one was doing these things for them, Sarah had to handle everything herself. She not only had to take care of Jack’s daily needs but also pay for his medication out of her own pocket. Jack had one defining trait—he’d been poor as a kid, so he was obsessed with money. He could give anyone his affection, but ask him to spend money? Not a chance. After just two days, Sarah couldn’t take it anymore when she got a stack of hospital bills. She stormed into my office and slammed the bills down on my desk. “Mia! Don’t you have any conscience? Your own husband is suffering in the hospital, and you haven’t said a word or even made a phone call! Is your heart made of stone?” Sarah had barely slept a full night these past two days. Jack would demand massages at the slightest discomfort. His meals had to be exactly to his specifications—no room for error. She was running herself ragged and couldn’t even get a decent meal for herself. She’d lost weight, her hair was greasy, and she’d been wearing the same clothes for days. In the summer heat, she smelled worse than a garbage can. Where was that “goddess aura” she used to have? I pinched my nose and stepped back, deliberately showing my disgust. “Didn’t you already know I have no conscience? So why are you here? I used to bust my ass taking care of Jack, and the moment he felt better, he’d run off to post on Instagram with you, thinking I was some kind of fool?” My words exposed their secret, and Sarah’s face instantly darkened. Her eyes darted around before she quickly made excuses: “What are you talking about? We’re just friends! Don’t project your dirty thoughts onto others!” I smiled and pulled out the divorce papers from my drawer, placing them in front of her. She froze, not yet processing what was happening, as I said calmly: “Give it up. We’re not the same kind of people. You two were checking into hotels together and you want to talk about friendship? How amusing. Since you’re here, take these divorce papers back to Jack and tell him to sign them quickly. Otherwise, don’t blame me for kicking him out and leaving him with nothing.” Sarah never expected me to actually go through with it. Her eyes turned red with panic. “How can you dump him when he’s sick! You’re so heartless!” I threw a stack of photos right in front of her—all of them showing her and Jack embracing as they entered hotels, their lips practically touching, and she still wanted to pretend it was innocent friendship. After seeing the photos, Sarah’s eyes welled up with tears, and she lunged forward to tear them to shreds. Now their last shred of dignity was gone. But did she really think I’d only keep one copy of such important evidence? I said calmly: “I’ll only say this once—these photos are proof of his adultery during our marriage. If he wants to save face, he’d better sign quickly. Otherwise, I’ll make sure all your family and friends get to see your ‘innocent friendship.’” Sarah was so furious she was grinding her teeth, looking like she was about to attack me. But security had been standing by, and before she could make a move, they grabbed her and threw her out the door. Her screams echoed clearly throughout the entire hallway. A week later, Jack actually took me to court. He insisted I had violated his privacy and slapped me with an attempted murder charge. The so-called privacy violation was me taking photos of him and his “good friend” entering a hotel together. Jack got so worked up that he was literally spitting as he talked. “Sure, what I did was wrong! But wasn’t she wrong too? She actually had someone photograph me! Isn’t that trampling on my dignity? You have no idea how kind I am!” After his little speech, he put on this fake heartbroken act, wiping away crocodile tears like he was the one who’d been cheated on. The lawyer saw right through his shameless performance, his mouth twitching as he turned to me, waiting for my response. I was ready for this. I casually crossed my legs and smiled. “How can you call it spying? I was out for my morning jog when I happened to run into them. I thought someone was trying to frame my husband, so I quickly took photos as evidence. I never imagined you’d think so poorly of me – it really breaks my heart!” My lies had Jack shaking with rage. He even started cursing in the courtroom. I couldn’t help but shake my head – this guy had terrible composure, nowhere near as good as mine. Unfortunately for him, the judge ruled that this wasn’t invasion of privacy at all. I hadn’t profited from the photos, so it was completely legal. Seeing his first move had failed, Jack pulled out his desperate card. He broke down crying in court, talking about how terrible his heart attack was and how I just stood there unmoved, abandoning him – clearly attempted murder. After he finished, the entire courtroom fell silent. Even my lawyer couldn’t help but chuckle, leaning over to whisper, “Is this guy nuts? He cheated on you and still expects you to dote on him hand and foot? Take him to the hospital? You should’ve kicked him to the curb – who does he think he is?” It seemed there were still reasonable people in this world. Watching Jack get so furious his hair was practically standing on end, calling me cold-blooded, heartless, and vicious. I pursed my lips, stood up, and cleared my throat. “Before I left that day, I asked multiple times if he needed help, but Jack refused me every single time. I was pretty hurt by that. When I tried to help him get to the hospital, he shoved me away and called his ‘good friend’ instead, then told me to leave. I was worried he’d get even more upset and something worse would happen, so I left first. Don’t pin this on me.” I sat back down, pulling out a handkerchief to fake wiping tears while actually trying not to laugh. Why didn’t I break up with him sooner? What a waste of time. My complete nonsense had Jack so furious he nearly had another heart attack, his lips trembling. But his word didn’t count, and neither did mine. The judge had the final say. Thankfully, the world didn’t disappoint me. The judge quickly saw through what was really going on. It was nothing more than me discovering Jack’s affair, wanting to use evidence to leave him with nothing in the divorce, while he couldn’t bear to lose his beautiful, wealthy wife and decided to turn the tables on me. I’d seen shameless people before, but never anyone this outrageous. He spouted all this righteous nonsense, insisting on taking the moral high ground to condemn me. The judge was so amused by his act that he ruled in my favor. When the verdict came down, Jack couldn’t believe it. He had a complete meltdown right there in the courtroom, convinced the judge and lawyers had taken my money to help me win the case. Only after the judge gave him a public dressing-down did he finally quiet down. He hung his head in silence, probably cooking up his next scheme. I picked up my purse to leave when he suddenly called out, “Mia… could you please not divorce me?” This time his voice had lost its usual arrogance, replaced with a pleading tone. Seeing him like a cornered puppy, in the past I might have softened. Too bad I’d already died once. I smiled coolly. “Jack, don’t you get it? I stopped loving you long ago. I’ll never be with you again in this lifetime.” When I said I didn’t love him, something died in his eyes. He looked like an abandoned kitten, left to lick his wounds in the corner. And I would never look back.

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I’ve been married to my husband Riley Hudson for ten years, and after finally getting pregnant, my entire family wants me dead. When we went to the mountain chapel to pray, Riley’s mother Gina Hudson deliberately bought the wrong cable car tickets, forcing me to climb the mountain path for two hours and nearly causing a miscarriage. I cried to Riley at the hospital, telling him about Gina’s malicious behavior, but he kicked me in the stomach: “I had a vasectomy years ago. Whose bastard are you carrying?” Looking at the sterilization certificate Riley handed me, I was speechless and eventually ran home to my parents in tears. Not only did my parents hire a caregiver for me, but they even moved out of their new house to avoid disturbing my rest. When I was eight months pregnant, I overheard their conversation in the bathroom: “We absolutely cannot let Olivia give birth to this child, even if it kills her! Otherwise, we’re all finished!” “Don’t worry, the doctor said Olivia inhaled too much formaldehyde from the new house and has developed leukemia. Even the child is deformed!” I was shocked and rushed in to confront them, but I slipped on the wet floor and fell, bleeding everywhere. In the end, I died in agony in that bathroom, watching my parents’ cold smiles. I never knew why my family wanted me dead, especially when they had been hoping for this child for ten years. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Gina wanted to take me up the mountain to fulfill a vow. “Olivia, the chapel on the mountain is very miraculous. You got pregnant after praying there!” she said. “To ensure the child is born safely, I plan to buy two tickets and take you up the mountain tomorrow to thank the gods.” Hearing Gina’s familiar voice, I touched my flat stomach and instantly realized I had been reborn. Riley and I had been married for ten years without being able to conceive. We had countless tests at the hospital, and the doctors clearly told us there was nothing wrong with our bodies—we just hadn’t gotten lucky yet. Three months ago, I went up the mountain with Gina to pray, and sure enough, I got pregnant the following month. In my previous life, Gina insisted on taking me up the mountain to thank the gods and bought two cable car tickets. But when we reached the foot of the mountain, Gina checked her phone and discovered she had forgotten to buy my cable car ticket. I immediately wanted to buy another ticket, but Gina snatched my phone away and scolded me: “What kind of person takes a cable car up the mountain to pray? I’m being generous by not making you bow to the gods with every step.” She said: “If you want to safely give birth to this child, you’ll climb up step by step.” Back then, I naively thought Gina made sense. Under the scorching summer sun, I climbed step by step until I finally collapsed on the stone steps, my vision going black from exhaustion. When I woke up in the hospital, the doctor scolded me for mountain climbing while pregnant. Fortunately, the child was strong, or I would have miscarried and never been able to conceive again. I immediately called Riley to the hospital in tears. But Gina acted as if it was perfectly reasonable: “When I was pregnant with Riley, I climbed mountains and did housework every day without getting tired. Only you would be so delicate about carrying a child.” I was shocked by her words. Before I got pregnant, she had gone everywhere praying and finding folk remedies to help me conceive. But once I was pregnant, she complained that I was too delicate to handle any hardship. What made me even angrier was that Riley not only didn’t defend me but threw a sterilization certificate in my face: “How dare you blame my mother? That bastard in your belly isn’t even mine! Either you get rid of this bastard, or I’ll do it myself!” Under my disbelieving gaze, he viciously rushed forward and kicked toward my stomach. Fortunately, the doctor stopped him in time, or my child would have suffered fatal harm. Riley had never told me about getting a vasectomy, and I had never done anything to betray him. Yet he insisted the child in my womb wasn’t his. I didn’t know what had gotten into him, but to protect this hard-won child, I could only return to my parents’ home.

I’m an only child, so my parents have always hoped I’d have several kids, preferably with the second one taking my last name. They even went to a major hospital to get fertility drugs and spent every day helping me regulate my body. When they found out I was pregnant, they were so excited they decorated a nursery at home. The day Riley kicked me out, they held me tight and encouraged me to stay strong for the baby in my belly. To help me have a peaceful pregnancy, they not only hired a professional nutritionist to manage my diet but also rented a separate place outside, worried their nighttime snoring might disturb my rest. If I hadn’t overheard their conversation during a midnight bathroom trip, I probably would’ve lived in this beautiful illusion forever. I still clearly remember the cold look in their eyes when they mentioned the child in my womb. Father Frank Sullivan said coldly, “We absolutely cannot let Olivia give birth to that child. I’d rather see Olivia die!” Mother Maddie Sullivan looked smugly confident: “Don’t worry. The doctor said Olivia inhaled too much formaldehyde and already has leukemia. Even the child in her belly has become deformed—it’ll never survive to birth.” She continued, “Riley and Gina can rest easy now. All that money we spent decorating this formaldehyde-contaminated house wasn’t wasted.” Only then did I realize that not one of my beloved family members wanted me to have this child—not even my biological parents who had doted on me for over twenty years wanted me dead. I couldn’t understand why. This was supposed to be the child they’d been hoping for during ten whole years. I rushed toward them, desperately wanting the truth. But my parents just watched as I collapsed on the floor, slowly bleeding to death. Until the moment I closed my eyes, I saw them breathe a sigh of relief, their lips curling into satisfied smiles. Given a second chance at life, I’ll protect my child no matter what. As for the truth behind all this, I’ll get to the bottom of it too. Pulling myself back to the present, I said nothing and handed my ID to Gina. After dinner, once everyone was asleep, I quietly slipped into Gina’s room and changed the ID information on her pre-booked cable car tickets to mine. Since she thought I was delicate, I’d let this old woman climb that mountain herself and see how long she could last. After finishing this, I put her phone back as if nothing had happened. The next day, Gina and I arrived at the foot of the mountain. Gina pulled out her ID to scan, but couldn’t get through the security gate no matter what. She said, “What’s wrong? This machine must be broken!” I took out my ID and scanned the machine, successfully passing through the security gate. Gina looked puzzled and was about to say something when a nearby staff member urged her to hurry up and show her purchase confirmation. Just as she pulled out her phone, I snatched it away and said, “You only bought a cable car ticket for me yesterday. You forgot to get one for yourself.” “Really?” She looked embarrassed. “Then hurry up and buy me another one.” I shook my head and refused directly: “Gina, you’re here to thank God, aren’t you? “Tell me, what pilgrim takes a cable car up the mountain? I’m being generous by not making you bow to God at every step. “If you want Riley’s child to be born safely, you’d better climb up there honestly.” After saying this, I got straight onto the cable car.

Gina didn’t want to climb the mountain, but without her phone, she had nowhere else to go and had to follow the crowd up the trail. The summer sun was brutal. Squeezed in the packed crowd, whenever she slowed down, people behind her urged her to keep moving. In just fifteen minutes, her legs were trembling from exhaustion. Someone suddenly pushed her, and she tumbled down the stone steps, fainting on the spot. By the time I got the news, Gina had already been rushed to the hospital. She wasn’t seriously hurt—just fainted from heat exhaustion. But the moment Gina saw me, she started yelling, “You bastard! Are you trying to kill me?” I rubbed my belly pitifully and said, “Gina, I had no idea you were in such poor shape. I’m pregnant and I climbed hundreds of steps. But don’t worry, heaven sees all the suffering you endured today—it’ll surely bless your grandson to be born healthy and safe.” Gina was momentarily speechless, just giving Riley a meaningful look as he rushed in. Riley frowned and was about to raise his hand to hit me when I quickly grabbed his wrist. “What do you think you’re doing?” He seemed surprised by my quick reflexes, swallowing back the curse words that were on his lips. His momentum weakened, but he still pulled out a sterilization certificate from his bag and handed it to me. “Olivia, don’t think I don’t know what you’re up to. You went through all this trouble trying to kill my mom because you’re afraid she’ll expose your affair! “Your good days are over. Look at this sterilization certificate—I had the procedure done long ago. The baby in your belly isn’t mine, it’s some other man’s! “If you want me to forgive you, get rid of this bastard child right now.” He thought he could threaten me, but I calmly pulled out an amniocentesis paternity test from my bag. “I just had a paternity test done. The baby is definitely yours. If you don’t believe it, we can get retested right now.” Riley seemed caught off guard that I had prepared this document in advance, showing a flash of panic. He tried to maintain his composure. “Anyway, this pregnancy is too suspicious. Olivia, if you want to stay married to me, get rid of this baby! We’re still young—if we lose this one, there’ll be another. If you don’t agree—” “Then let’s get divorced.” Before he could finish, I made the decision for him. “Whether you acknowledge this child or not, I won’t abort him.” Riley was shocked. “Olivia!” My response completely stunned him. All his prepared arguments suddenly became useless. Riley’s eyes showed complete devastation. Just then, Frank and Maddie rushed in. “Olivia, why are you talking about divorce out of nowhere!” Maddie quickly gave Riley a meaningful look and tried to persuade me. “Riley did have the sterilization procedure, so it’s normal for him to have doubts about you. Now that the misunderstanding is cleared up, it’s fine. But about this baby…” I looked at her calmly and asked, “I can see that none of you want me to have this baby, but you should at least tell me why. “I just had a prenatal checkup at the hospital. The doctor said the baby is very healthy with no problems at all. “She also told me that I’m 35 now, and if I lose this pregnancy, it’ll be very difficult to conceive again. Even knowing this, you still want me to abort this child?” Riley looked at Frank and Maddie with an ugly expression. Frank and Maddie hesitated for a long time before Frank finally spoke up. “Olivia, you’re right. This child is precious. How about this—come home with us. We’ll take care of you and make sure the baby is born safely.” Maddie chimed in with a smile, “That’s right, we’ve even prepared the nursery for you.” I laughed at their disgusting act. Even at this point, they still wouldn’t tell me the truth. They just wanted to trick me into going back so they could use the formaldehyde in the new house to kill me and my baby. “I’m not going back with you.” I wouldn’t give them a second chance to hurt me and turned to leave. But my parents each grabbed one of my arms. “Olivia, stop being difficult. You either choose to come home with us, or you abort this baby.” “What are you trying to do?” I struggled to speak, “Are you planning to force me to have an abortion?” Maddie’s expression suddenly changed, and she snapped angrily, “How can you be so selfish! Everything we’re doing is for your own good!” Riley nodded in agreement, “That’s right, you’re 35 years old. Getting pregnant at Christmas is too dangerous. Listen to me and get rid of the baby.” At this point, they stopped pretending and directly dragged me toward the doctor’s office. But I was prepared. I shouted loudly, “Anna! Come save me!” Urgent footsteps echoed, and I saw my best friend Anna Hubbert appear before us with over a dozen bodyguards. My parents’ and Riley’s faces instantly changed. Even Gina, who was still recovering in her hospital bed, scrambled up in terror. The group exchanged glances, and Riley suddenly raised his fist, striking viciously toward my belly. The pain nearly made me pass out, but fortunately the bodyguards intervened in time and quickly rescued me. “Anna, the baby, my baby!” Before losing consciousness, I gripped Anna’s hand tightly, begging her to save my child. When I woke up again, I looked at Anna beside me with tears in my eyes, “Anna, my baby…” She comforted me, saying, “He’s fine.” I breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. But before I could fully relax, familiar shouting came from outside the window. “Olivia, you heartless woman! Let my son out right now!” I looked at Anna in confusion. She explained, “Riley nearly caused you to miscarry. I called the police. He’ll be detained for at least a week!” I asked, “He’d rather be detained than tell us why he wants to abort the baby?” Anna shook her head helplessly, “He seems to have some deep hatred for this child!” As soon as she finished speaking, more shouting came from outside, “Olivia, if you refuse to abort this baby, we’ll disown you!” Those were my parents’ voices. They were actually threatening me with such words. But they miscalculated. In my previous life, they had already killed me once. Even if they had raised me, I’d already repaid that debt with my life. They desperately wanted to prevent me from having this baby, so I was determined to have it. Anna comforted me, “Olivia, don’t worry. My home has tight security – they can’t get in. Rest here peacefully and focus on your pregnancy. When you’re full-term, I’ll have a doctor come to the house to personally deliver your baby.” I nodded gratefully. Thank goodness I still had this wonderful friend. The shouting outside never stopped. After Riley was released from jail, he joined my parents. On my due date, I saw that all four of them had lost a lot of weight. When they saw me appear on the balcony, they all knelt down in unison. “Olivia, we’re begging you, hurry up and abort the baby! It’s not too late!” When they looked at my heavily swollen belly, their eyes were filled with terror. But I was completely confused. They were willing to kneel and beg me to abort the baby, yet they stubbornly refused to tell me why. The four remained silent. Riley even stood up directly, furiously threw a brick at me, and roared, “If you really dare to give birth to this bastard, I’ll spend my whole life haunting you and Anna, and I’ll kill everyone you care about!” I was so angry that my water broke instantly, and I nearly collapsed. Fortunately, Anna caught me in time. She called for a doctor and rushed me to the delivery room. An hour later, I heard the baby’s cry, and at the same time, I heard two gunshots. “Olivia, your parents committed suicide!” “What? Why on earth would they do that?” I was stunned on the spot, never imagining they would kill themselves over this. Anna brought the baby to me with a strange expression and said, “You should look at the baby first!” The moment I saw the child, I suddenly understood why they had desperately tried to prevent me from giving birth to this baby.

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After the flood hit, every household was running short on food. As the owner of the supermarket, I dumped all the food from my warehouse into the floodwater. In my previous life, when the flood struck, my parents and I emptied our entire supermarket inventory to help the villagers. But the village chief’s daughter, Alyssa Johnson, led the charge in slandering me: “Your family runs such a big supermarket, you must be hoarding plenty of food!” Under her constant accusations, the villagers ransacked everything in our house. When they found a few boxes of instant spaghetti in a corner, everyone went crazy. I desperately tried to explain that the food had been soaked by floodwater and was inedible, but no one would listen. A mob of villagers threw things at me to vent their anger, cursing: “The packaging isn’t even broken, how can it be inedible? This whole family of scumbags deserves to drown!” In their rage, my parents and I were tied up and thrown into the floodwater. Even as I died, I regretted why I had been kind enough to save these bastards. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the flood. I heard my mother saying: “Fiona, when will this flood recede? It seems like the neighbors are almost out of food. Do you think we should take the supplies from the warehouse and…” I snapped my eyes open, saw the warehouse full of food packaging boxes, and instantly realized I had been reborn. In my previous life, torrential rain had ravaged the area, flooding all the village roads and trapping everyone without adequate food or water. Our family ran the only supermarket in the village, so I voluntarily opened our warehouse to distribute food to help them through the crisis. At first, these people were grateful to me, but as their household supplies gradually ran out, they came knocking again. When village chief Daniel Johnson led the group demanding I donate more food, I refused. During the last food distribution, I had already given everything I could, keeping only enough food for our family to survive. I couldn’t be so selfless as to let my own family starve to death just to help others. Seeing my refusal, everyone’s expression instantly changed. The village chief’s daughter Alyssa pointed at me and cursed: “I saw with my own eyes that you received three truckloads of goods before. You only gave out that little bit during the last distribution. Your family must be hoarding food and just doesn’t want to share it with us!” Her words chilled my heart. With the village cut off by floods, I had used my own money to help them out of decades of neighborly bonds, asking for nothing in return, but this wasn’t my obligation. Yet instead of being grateful, they slandered me like this. My face instantly turned cold as I said: “I already gave out all our inventory during the last distribution. There’s nothing I can do to help you now.” As soon as I finished speaking, I received a hard slap across the face. Someone shouted: “Whether she’s lying to us or not, we’ll know if we search!” The crowd immediately became agitated, staring at the warehouse behind me like hungry wolves. Our entire family was roughly pinned to the ground, forced to watch helplessly as this mob turned our house upside down. Soon, excited voices rang out from the crowd. Seeing the few boxes of instant spaghetti dragged out from the depths of the warehouse, I panicked. Upstream from the flood was a chemical plant, and now toxic wastewater had leaked into the floodwater. Any food soaked by it was poisonous and completely inedible. I rushed forward to stop them from taking the food, explaining: “These have been soaked by floodwater – eating them will cause infectious diseases!” But no one listened, no one believed me. Alyssa grabbed my hair viciously, snarling: “Stop trying to scare us! The packaging isn’t even broken, how can it be inedible?” I endured the severe pain in my body and tried to explain about the chemical plant, but they thought I was playing tricks and lying to them. Some even punched and kicked me, and even my parents weren’t spared. A group of people surrounded us, beating and cursing: “Stop trying to frighten us! You just want to hoard goods and jack up prices! This whole family of scumbags should be drowned!” Under the villagers’ fury, our family was tied up with rope and thrown into the raging floodwater. Even as I died, I regretted why I had been kind enough to save these ungrateful people. Given a second chance at life, I absolutely will not repeat the same mistake.

The regret and resentment from my past life still churned in my heart. I took a deep breath and, ignoring my mother Beth Winston’s attempts to stop me, forcefully pushed open the warehouse door, letting the raging floodwater pour in. Watching those supplies get swept away by the current, I suddenly felt a surge of satisfaction. Since they loved eating poisonous food soaked in floodwater, I’d personally feed them their fill. This time I didn’t proactively distribute food, so within a few days the village was facing food shortages. Daniel came looking for me on his own, followed by over a dozen villagers who marched into my house in full force. I sneered inwardly. So even if I didn’t actively distribute food, they’d still come demanding it. Daniel clasped his hands behind his back, putting on an imposing air as he said: “Fiona, the village has been hit by floods now, and every household is short on food. Only your family runs a supermarket here. As a member of this village, shouldn’t you do something for the villagers?” Before I could speak, Alyssa jumped in: “If it weren’t for the villagers supporting your family’s business all these years, could you have afforded to build such a nice house? Now it’s time for your family to give back. Hurry up and bring out all the food from your warehouse!” Business transactions are supposed to be mutual agreements, but her words directly stirred up public outrage. She made it sound like I’d been forcing them to buy from my family’s store all along. But I wasn’t falling for this moral blackmail anymore. Looking at these envious people, I spread my hands and said helplessly: “My family’s out of food too. I was actually thinking of asking you all to lend us some grain.” “That’s nonsense! Such a big supermarket, and you’re saying you’re out of food? We don’t believe it!” Alyssa shrieked, and her words instantly made the villagers indignantly start arguing with me. “I saw with my own eyes a few days ago that she had three big trucks of goods delivered. She’s lying!” “Ungrateful wretch, I bet she just can’t bear to share with us!” Seeing the villagers getting worked up, Daniel raised his hand to signal for quiet, then turned to me with a fake smile and said: “Fiona, we’re all from the same village. If you’re really hoarding food and won’t share it, that’s not very appropriate, is it?” Looking at his hypocritical face, I smiled sarcastically. In my past life, I was fooled by this very facade, which led to my tragic end. In this life, I wouldn’t let them hurt me again. I readily pulled out the warehouse key and said: “If you don’t believe me, I’ll take you to see the warehouse.” Daniel and Alyssa exchanged glances, seemingly not believing I’d be so cooperative, but they still followed behind me. When we reached the warehouse entrance, everyone was stunned. The empty warehouse had only knee-deep standing water, and the shelves had been swept completely clean—nothing was left. “This… how is this possible?” Alyssa’s eyes widened in shock. I crossed my arms and said helplessly: “The flood came so suddenly a few days ago that it burst open the warehouse door. Everything got washed away, and I’ve been going hungry for two days now.” Daniel’s face darkened as he stared at me, clearly not entirely convinced by my explanation. Just then, someone outside suddenly called out: “Mr. Johnson, come look! There really are a bunch of cardboard boxes floating in the river, all full of food!” Only then did Daniel shift his gaze from my face and rush outside. In the muddy river, there were indeed quite a few cardboard boxes floating. Some had already broken apart, others were still intact, bobbing up and down with the current. Alyssa’s face turned ashen as she glared at me viciously. I gave her an innocent look and said: “I didn’t lie to you.” What followed was nothing short of a farce. The villagers scrambled to go home and get their boats, some even jumping directly into the river to grab boxes. I chuckled coldly and said to my parents: “Come on, let’s go fish for boxes too!”

On the murky river, villagers paddled small boats, scrambling to grab floating supplies. Seeing our family also coming to salvage items, everyone was filled with hostility. They seemed to blame me for not properly guarding the warehouse, otherwise they wouldn’t have had to go through the trouble of diving into the water to retrieve things. Wherever we went to salvage food, someone would deliberately block us. After two hours, all the food boxes floating on the river had been collected, but our family hadn’t managed to grab a single one. My father Evan Winston looked at Daniel, who was counting boxes, with a pleading expression and said, “Mr. Johnson, our family didn’t salvage anything. Could you spare us a box of instant noodles?” Seeing his goal achieved, Daniel fiddled with the cardboard boxes and said with feigned difficulty, “Evan, it’s not that I don’t want to help you, but my family also has several mouths to feed. What we salvaged is barely enough for today and tomorrow’s meals. I really can’t spare any more.” Beth also stepped forward to plead, “Your boat is loaded with supplies. Can’t we have just one box of instant noodles?” “Who do you think you are? What business is it of yours how much we salvaged?” Alyssa paddled her small boat directly toward us, and Beth nearly lost her balance and fell. Seeing our pitiful state, she laughed arrogantly and said, “Forget about a box of instant noodles – we won’t give you even a single pack. If you want food, go salvage it yourselves.” After steadying the stumbling Beth, I stepped forward to argue, “These were originally our family’s things. We’re being generous by not asking you to return everything. Now you won’t even give us one box of instant noodles? You’re going too far!” Facing my questioning, Alyssa put her hands on her hips and laughed, “How can you prove these things belong to your family?” She then turned to shout at the villagers on the boats, “Fiona says all this food belongs to her family, but shouldn’t things floating in the river belong to whoever finds them?” Her words made the villagers holding our family’s supplies feel even more justified. They all chimed in, “Exactly! Finders keepers. If you want food, dive in and salvage it yourselves!” Evan looked at these people with heartbreak and accused them, “Last Christmas, when someone’s father died, I paid for the funeral. And before that, when someone was held for debt, I stood as guarantor to save their life. Have you all forgotten? How can you treat us like this without any conscience?” Those people were so ashamed by Evan’s words that they didn’t dare look him in the eye. As the atmosphere grew tense, Daniel hypocritically stepped in to mediate, “Evan, every household is struggling. The flood brought many river mussels. Why don’t you salvage some mussels to eat for now? When the county relief grain arrives, I’ll be the first to share with your family. How about that?” Alyssa snorted coldly and mocked with a sideways glance, “You should be grateful to have mussels to eat. Don’t be ungrateful.” Looking at these people’s hypocritical faces, Evan complained, “These river mussels are all old ones – fishy and tough, completely inedible.” Low laughter erupted from the crowd. Our family had always been prominent in the village, but now we had fallen to the point of only being able to salvage river mussels for sustenance. Unable to bear the mockery, Evan threw his salvage net on the ground and angrily went home. I suppressed the rage in my heart, pretended to nod reluctantly, and began salvaging river mussels. Before leaving, Alyssa deliberately circled over to me and mocked, “So what if you’re the only college graduate in the village? Now you’re still reduced to salvaging mussels to survive.” I ignored her and continued bending down to collect mussels until everyone had paddled away, then slowly breathed a sigh of relief. “Fiona…” Beth walked over to me, looking confused. She said, “Actually, that day, I saw you personally open the warehouse. Why did you deliberately let the flood wash away all that grain? Do we really have to live on these mussels now?” I carefully put all the river mussels into bamboo baskets, then said, “These mussels aren’t for eating – they’re treasures that will make our family rich!” “Get rich?” Beth’s eyes widened as she looked at the river mussels, her face full of disbelief. I nodded and said, “Let’s fill these two baskets first, then I’ll explain when we get home.” Back home, Evan was still fuming. Seeing that we’d actually brought back two baskets of freshwater mussels, he slammed his fist on the table: “Those bastards! We’ve always been so good to them, and now they won’t even share a pack of instant noodles with us!” Beth glanced at me quietly, wanting to say something but holding back. I said nothing and silently dragged out a waterproof container from the depths of the cabinet, opening the lid directly under my parents’ surprised gazes. Compressed crackers, instant noodle packs, and bottled water were neatly arranged inside the box. Evan asked with a trembling voice: “Wasn’t our storage room flooded? How do we still have all this food?” I closed the lid, a cold glint flashing in my eyes: “I deliberately opened the storage room door. I hid these supplies in advance—there’s enough to last us until the rescue team arrives.” Beth couldn’t help asking: “Then why did we still go catch mussels?” I locked the front door tight and took out a small knife to skillfully pry open the largest mussel. Between the pale pink mussel meat lay a smooth, round pearl. “My God, imagine how much food this could buy! Fiona, how did you know there would be pearls in the mussels?” Evan picked up the pearl, his face full of delight. I suppressed the hatred in my heart and told my parents about the tragedy from my previous life. I also told them that after the flood in my past life, someone accidentally discovered many pearls in this batch of mussels and made a fortune from it. After hearing this, fury reignited in Evan’s eyes: “Those animals are absolutely despicable!” I patted Evan’s shoulder to comfort him: “So even though I’ve been reborn, as long as we’re doing better than them, they’ll still target us. That’s why I had to dump all that food into the floodwater.” I continued: “The chemical plant upstream leaked into the flood. In my previous life, many people who ate things soaked in the floodwater got infectious diseases and suffered from various diarrhea symptoms.” Evan nodded thoughtfully: “I get it. You mean we need to act like we’re living miserably, go catch mussels every day, then come back and hide all the pearls, right?” I snapped my fingers: “Exactly!” Over the next few days, we carried baskets to the river to catch mussels during the day, then locked our doors tight at night to open the mussels and extract pearls. Whenever Evan saw other people, he’d complain about how fishy and tough the mussel meat was. This day we returned home loaded with mussels, just passing by the village chief’s house. Alyssa was leaning on her family’s second-floor balcony, eating creamy instant noodles and drinking cola. Seeing us pulling a boat full of mussels back, she smugly mocked: “Fiona, do those mussels taste good?” I looked up at her, noticing the familiar packaging in her hands, and asked back: “Does the cola taste good?” Alyssa thought I was envying her and proudly shook the bottle: “It tastes great, especially since it’s free.” Looking at the rash faintly appearing on her face, I said sarcastically: “There’s no such thing as a free lunch. Be careful you don’t eat yourself sick.” She was about to say something when the sound of a loudspeaker from the riverbank interrupted her. The rescue team had arrived, and villagers rushed toward the boats upon hearing the news. During the evacuation process, someone suddenly screamed: “Someone’s collapsed!” Immediately after, wails rose one after another. Alyssa didn’t care about these villagers’ lives at all and rushed onto the boat eagerly. But the next second, a rescue worker pointed at the purplish-red rash on her face and shouted sternly: “You have an infectious disease—you can’t board the boat!”

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Every time I miscarried, my husband Samuel Whitman would bring home a woman who resembled his first love. He would order me to personally put the condom on him and watch them make love with my own eyes. Afterward, he’d make me bring water to clean their bodies. I did everything he asked, just hoping he would make love to me once a month. Later, I accidentally tore his favorite lover Ashley Morgan’s sexy lingerie. That night, he started a live stream, letting everyone see me on the bed. Samuel deliberately turned my body around, exposing my private parts, nailing me to the pillar of shame. “You think her lingerie is revealing? What about now? Look at yourself like this. Do you have the right to judge others? “Don’t you like seducing me? I’ll fulfill your wish! Your sexual appetite is so big, I’m probably not enough to satisfy you alone, right? How about I call ten strong men tomorrow?” Afterward, he had someone throw my naked body into the courtyard as punishment. Blood slowly flowed from beneath me. After my tenth miscarriage, I went to find Samuel’s grandfather, Frank Whitman. “To repay a debt of gratitude, I once promised your family one wish. I’ve done my best. Ten miscarriages have completely destroyed my body. I’ll never have children again. I’m here today to bid you farewell.” Frank helped me up with heartache. He hesitated for a long time, then let out a long sigh. “Our family has no fortune, destined to have no descendants. It’s truly karma!” The usually composed old man shed two lines of tears. “Amelia, our family has wronged you. Whatever you ask for, just say it.” I kept my head down, holding the urn in my arms, my eyes hollow. “Let me go.” Frank agreed. In three days, he would send me abroad. When I returned to the Whitman mansion, as soon as I pushed open the door, a bucket hanging on it tipped over, drenching me in ice water. Ashley walked over to me with a playful smile, flinging the used condom from her hand onto my face. “Samuel wants you to wash this clean.” A washed condom was useless anyway, but I knew this was just one of Samuel’s methods to humiliate me. I was already used to his endless cruel tactics. Last time when I was doing laundry, my nail accidentally tore Ashley’s stockings. Samuel had someone forcibly pull out my fingernails as punishment. I walked upstairs in a daze, preparing to clean the room where they had made love. Samuel appeared at the top of the stairs, raised his eyebrows, and sneered: “Who are you putting on this dead person act for? Didn’t you go tattle to my grandfather? Since you like tattling, that mouth of yours seems pretty annoying. “How about you give me oral sex with your mouth during tomorrow night’s live stream? Everyone would love to see your skills too.” I kept my head down, saying nothing. A dull pain came from my heart, but I had long been numb. Samuel was dissatisfied with my silence. He frowned, about to walk over. But Ashley suddenly approached me and snatched the urn from my hands. “Amelia, what’s this box in your hands? It’s quite exquisite. I happen to need a jewelry box!” I glared with furious eyes, screaming with all my might: “Give it back to me!” I lunged forward trying to snatch it back. Without thinking, Samuel protected Ashley and kicked me hard in the chest. My chest felt like it was being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand, the pain suffocating me. With tears in my eyes, I stared stubbornly at Samuel. “Give me back the box. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have tattled. Give it back to me. As long as you return it to me, I’ll do anything!” Seeing his cold, unmoved expression, my heart ached. Then I begged humbly: “I’m begging you.” I knew Samuel hated me, and therefore also despised our children. If he knew what was in that box, he would probably burn it directly. Seeing my frantic state, he was stunned for a moment, glancing at the box in Ashley’s hands. “Give it to her. It’s just an old box. I’ll buy you a better one.” Ashley narrowed her eyes, feeling intense unwillingness. She showed a playful smile, extending the box toward me, but then let go halfway. The box crashed to the floor. She acted as if she was startled, took two steps, and deliberately stepped on the box. She stomped her feet in disgust. “What is this stuff? So gross!”

A sharp pain struck my mind like a sledgehammer, tears instantly blurring my vision. I pushed Ashley away forcefully and frantically crawled on the ground like a madwoman, trying to gather up the powder. She stumbled to one side, and Samuel caught her just in time. His eyes were ice-cold, his face dark with rage, veins bulging on his forehead. “Amelia, are you looking for death? I warned you—if you hurt her one more time, you can kiss that hand goodbye!” The next second, a slap landed across my face. My ears rang incessantly, blood trickling from the corner of my mouth. I collapsed to the ground, unable to hear anything for a long while. Ashley cried out in pain. Samuel scooped her up in his arms and rushed out, his heart aching for her. Before leaving, he shot me a vicious glare. “If anything happens to Ashley and the baby, you’ll pay with your life!” I clutched the box, as if I hadn’t heard him at all. That evening, I had just finished packing when countless Twitter notifications flooded my phone. When I opened them, my face went pale instantly. During that livestream, Samuel had deliberately exposed my private parts. The related videos and photos had gone viral online. Frank had managed to block all the content after finding out. But now, my intimate videos had leaked online again. The videos showed me actively cooperating with him over and over again, all in my desperate attempts to bear Samuel a child. [Oh my God! She looks so pure, but she’s so bold in bed? She’s the woman from that livestream a while back, right? She’s got such strong desires. When can I sleep with her too?] [You can sleep with her. Just pay enough money, and she’ll do whatever you want. To seduce Mr. Whitman, she used every trick in the book. I heard she drugged him last Christmas, slept with him, and that’s how she got him to marry her.] [Exactly! Mr. Whitman said that during the next livestream, anyone who sends a hundred gifts can sleep with this slutty woman!] My fingers trembled. I wanted to turn off my phone, but Samuel’s call came through at that exact moment. He laughed mockingly, “Amelia, why so quiet? In the video, you were moaning quite excitedly, weren’t you?” I felt utterly hopeless, tears I’d been holding back finally streaming down. But Samuel wasn’t done with me. His words came like a devil’s whisper: “Don’t rush. You drove her away last Christmas, and now you’ve hurt Ashley again. Our score isn’t settled yet.” In the middle of the night, two bodyguards burst into my room. Without a word, they dragged me to the hospital. When Samuel saw me, he was furious beyond measure. He grabbed my hair, his grip so tight it felt like he wanted to tear my scalp off. “Amelia, sleeping so soundly, were you? Why wasn’t it you who died back then? You vicious woman!” With a wave of his hand, he threw me to the ground. “Ashley almost miscarried. It’s time for you, the murderer, to pay the price.” I let out a mocking laugh, no longer struggling, my heart strangely calm. My heart had already shattered under Samuel’s torment over all these years. The needle pierced my vein, red blood flowing from my body through the tube. My lips lost their color, becoming dry and pale. My fingers began trembling uncontrollably, hanging limply by the hospital bed. Gradually, waves of dizziness washed over me. The bodyguard saw my face turning purple and felt uneasy. “Mr. Whitman, Mrs. Whitman doesn’t look good.”

Samuel didn’t hesitate for a second. “Continue!” His cold gaze fell on me. He seemed to struggle for a moment, but it was fleeting. His voice was low, like he was muttering to himself, yet also speaking to me. “You were the one who attacked Ashley first. You’re so vicious, you deserve this punishment.” I finally couldn’t hold on any longer and passed out. When I woke up, I was already in the hospital. The room was empty—Samuel had long since left with Ashley. I went to handle the discharge procedures, my steps unsteady. At checkout, a nurse stopped me. “Ma’am, your account has insufficient funds. Would you like to contact family members to help with the payment?” I was stunned. I tried several cards, only to find they were all frozen. I called Samuel. “Did you freeze my cards? What gives you the right?!” His tone was mocking. “Amelia, and you still claim you’re not after my money? I’ve been covering all your living expenses. Isn’t it perfectly normal for me to freeze your cards? “If you want money, I can give it to you. Just crawl back from the hospital and make Ashley feel better, then I’ll unfreeze your cards!” I stood there in shock, a chill spreading from my feet throughout my entire body. My voice was barely a whisper. “Samuel, do you really hate me this much?” From the other end of the phone came a woman’s moans and a man’s heavy breathing. Tears hit the ground as I hung up. Samuel sent bodyguards to settle the bill. Under the bodyguards’ watch, I got down on all fours. My knees scraped bloody against the pavement, but I felt no pain, mechanically crawling toward Whitman Villa like a machine. My hair was disheveled, my body covered in dust and debris. I crawled to the villa entrance looking like a beggar. The moment I pushed open the door, an ice bucket fell from above, drenching me in freezing water. Having just miscarried and lost so much blood, my body was already weak. I began shaking uncontrollably, the cold penetrating every pore. Ashley stood with her arms crossed, smiling smugly. “Amelia, you won’t blame me, will you? Samuel told me to do this—he said it would make me feel better.” I felt like my body was encased in ice, every muscle trembling. I just wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. “Are you satisfied now? Can I go upstairs?” I walked past her and headed straight upstairs. However, all my belongings in the room were gone. Looking at the empty suitcase, my heart raced and tears threatened to fall. “Where are my things?!” The suitcase had contained the last thing my mother left me before she died—a ruby pendant she’d polished by hand—and my baby’s urn. Seeing my anguished expression, Ashley smiled with malicious satisfaction. “Panicking now?” She waved her hand dismissively, looking at me with venom. “This room will be for me and Samuel’s child from now on. Of course I had to throw out your junk! “Trash belongs in the garbage, and a slut like you should have been gone long ago!” Black smoke billowed through the courtyard as flames devoured everything in sight. My suitcase and belongings were burning in the fire. I stumbled forward with heavy steps, my body swaying, on the verge of collapse. Like someone possessed, I reached into the flames, ignoring the burns on my hands as I desperately pulled at my suitcase. Soon my palms were raw and bloody, and I could smell the sickening scent of burning flesh. The pain turned my face deathly pale, but I kept my grip tight on the edge of the suitcase. Just as the flames were about to reach me, someone rushed out of the villa—Samuel yanked me away from the fire. “Are you out of your mind?!” I remained silent, ignoring the pain in my hands as I frantically searched through what was left in the suitcase. After a long moment, I looked up at Samuel, my voice hoarse: “Where are the things from my suitcase? Where’s my ruby pendant?” He frowned, instinctively shielding Ashley behind him, his tone impatient: “It’s just a ruby pendant. What’s gotten into you? Ashley thought it was pretty, so I gave it to her.” He carefully held her in his arms, his eyes warning me: “She only wanted your ruby pendant. Even if she wanted you dead, you’d have to take it!” With no room left for me, Samuel ordered me to make do on the couch. In my dazed state, I developed a high fever. At dawn, the commotion in the courtyard woke me. The world spun violently before my eyes as I struggled to sit up, gritting my teeth as I made my way outside. Today was the day I’d arranged to meet Frank—his car was already waiting at the gate. The courtyard was in ruins—nine pear trees had been uprooted. Ashley stood there smugly, ordering the gardeners to plant red roses in their place. My hands fell limply to my sides as tears streamed down my face uncontrollably, the weight in my chest making it almost impossible to breathe. I stared at Samuel quietly, finding it all bitterly ironic. Buried beneath those nine pear trees were our nine unborn children. When he saw the despair in my eyes, his breathing hitched, and his expression grew complicated. He walked toward me, his voice unusually gentle: “Ashley loves roses.” I clenched my fists: “So you’re going to dig up our children to make room for her, is that it?” Seeing my persistence, Samuel grew irritated: “Those nine children were nothing but products of your manipulation. Enough! Ashley is pregnant now—don’t push it too far! At most, I’ll promise you can keep the tenth child!” I took one last look at the overturned pear trees in the courtyard and shook my head: “No need.” I thought to myself: “Our tenth child is already gone. Samuel, I never want to see you again.” Outside the villa, Frank’s people were waiting. I quickened my pace. Samuel watched my determined figure walking away, and for some reason, unease crept into his heart. He caught up to me, grabbing my wrist: “Where are you going?” Behind him, Ashley felt a pang of jealousy and slowly caressed her belly: “Samuel, my stomach hurts a little!” Samuel immediately let go of my hand and rushed back to her, asking anxiously: “What’s wrong? Is the baby giving you trouble?” Protected by Frank’s people, I boarded the plane. A day later, I landed on the other side of the ocean. At the same time, Frank helped me deliver the divorce papers to Samuel.

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After my boyfriend Ethan Perez failed to steal my family’s assets, he actually planned to drug me and have his friends rape me, even wanting to film it to blackmail me. Fortunately, a kind netizen overheard him and his mistress Jessica Carter plotting at a restaurant. That netizen posted online: [Please share! Let’s find Scarlett together. Her boyfriend is planning to drug and rape her!!!] After seeing it, I quietly poured the drug into the coffee pot I was serving them. I received countless messages, all warning me to be careful of Ethan. With trembling hands, I opened the chat. It was a post from a girl called Small-TownDreamer. [Please share! Let’s find the rich girl from New York, Scarlett Taylor.] [Her boyfriend is taking her back to his hometown in Yonkers. He’s gotten several friends to drug and rape her, and they want to film a gang rape video to blackmail her into handing over her assets. Save this girl!!!] I didn’t believe it at first, but when I saw the silhouette photo at the end of the post, I immediately recognized Ethan. That outfit from head to toe was all bought by me. The solid evidence left me no choice but to believe it. I glared hatefully at Ethan in the living room, who was on the phone arranging things with people, unable to believe I’d wasted seven years of my youth on such a bastard. We’d been dating since college and were about to get engaged. We’d made a thoughtful decision to marry. I’m not a woman who can’t survive without a man, nor did I find some poor guy to sponsor. But Ethan acted so sincere that even my parents were fooled by him. He put on this act of being poor but proud. He never actively asked me for anything, and even worked part-time jobs every month just so the gifts he gave me would be worthy of me, including twenty-dollar hot chocolates and a two-thousand-dollar handbag. He said, “I can’t let your standard of living drop just because you’re with me.” He knew his background wasn’t good and his parents couldn’t help him much. To win my parents’ approval, Ethan worked desperately hard. I’d never seen anyone more ambitious than him. He offered his sincere heart and gave me the best things within his means. But now it seems his sincerity was laughable! I bit my lip hard and messaged Small-TownDreamer. [Hello, I’m Scarlett Taylor. I saw your post. Thank you.] Small-TownDreamer: [Don’t mention it. I’m glad you saw it. You didn’t come to Yonkers, did you?] Me: [I’m already here. I’m at his house right now listening to him call people. Can you help me? I’ll send you the address, can you come pick me up?] Small-TownDreamer: [Sure. I’ll be right there.] [By the way, did you see that woman’s hand in the photo? You should know who it is, right?] Me: [I know. Don’t worry.] I would never mistake that hand in the photo. The diamond bracelet on her hand was the one I accidentally lost six months ago. Turns out it wasn’t lost at all—Ethan had stolen it and given it to Jessica!

I met Jessica five Christmases ago. I clearly remember she had a red birthmark between her left thumb and index finger. Back then, she deliberately held her birthmark up to my spaghetti to provoke me. “Ethan says this birthmark of mine is a beauty mark. Scarlett, you should keep an eye on him. He’s such a smooth talker—how can you not worry?” I ignored her, just stared at Ethan with a cold smile. “Is she your childhood sweetheart?” Ethan quickly shook his head. “She’s just a friend.” I pressed further. “A female friend?” Sensing my displeasure, Ethan sent Jessica away and apologized to me. “I’m sorry, Scarlett. We used to hang out in a group, and I knew her so well that I never realized she was the type of woman people talk about online. Now I know, and I’ll keep my distance from her.” He kept his word. For five Christmases, I never heard Jessica’s name again, never saw her. He maintained his distance from other women, keeping only me by his side. His acting was flawless—even now, I haven’t found a single crack in his performance. Last month, he brought his parents to my house to discuss our marriage. But no matter how much they assured my parents that they valued me as a person and weren’t after my family’s money, my father insisted Ethan sign a prenup before agreeing to our marriage: “Whether it’s premarital assets or post-marriage earnings, you’ll each keep your own—no joint property. As long as you sign this, I’ll feel comfortable giving Scarlett to you.” Ethan’s expression instantly stiffened, but he still smiled and agreed. I think that was the trigger for him wanting to drug me. He meticulously planned this trap, disguising himself and enduring for seven Christmases, only to end up with nothing. So he snapped. He and Jessica conspired to destroy me in the most vicious way possible, planning to drive my parents insane and seize everything he’d been coveting. I won’t let him succeed. Filthy things belong in bottomless mud pits.

“Scarlett, tonight I want to introduce you to my old friends. You have no idea how envious they are that I have a girlfriend like you.” Ethan wrapped his arms around me affectionately, then put on a troubled expression. “By the way, do you remember Jessica?” I suppressed a cold laugh. “I remember. What about it? Is she coming too?” Ethan scratched his head awkwardly. “You know, Jessica and I haven’t been in touch for ages, but I invited everyone in our circle. If I didn’t invite her, people might talk.” He pulled me into his embrace, coaxing me. “Don’t be mad, okay? I won’t talk to her. We’ll just pretend she doesn’t exist, alright?” I felt sick to my stomach. I pushed him away expressionlessly, staring at him for a full two minutes until I finally caught that flicker of guilt on his face. It’s really not easy acting opposite someone so skilled at deception! I put on a displeased look. “Fine, I can’t not give you face.” While he was on the phone inviting friends, I quietly searched through all his pockets and luggage. Finally, I found a 30ml bottle of GHB in a shoe bag in his suitcase. Thirty milliliters! That was enough for ten people. I poured the GHB into a small cosmetic bottle and filled the original bottle with tap water, putting it back in place. Ethan was in the yard talking quietly with his parents, Kyle Perez and Melissa Perez. I saw Melissa covering her mouth with a wicked smile. She kept reassuring Ethan that no matter what noise came from upstairs tonight, she and Kyle would sleep soundly and hear nothing. Perfect, that put my mind at ease too. I took coffee beans from my suitcase and used that yellowed coffee pot to brew them a pot of premium coffee. Soon, nine people arrived, with Jessica being the only woman. They were completely rude, not even greeting me before grabbing the cherries on the table and eating them. This was my first time dealing with Ethan’s friends. I raised an eyebrow and asked the well-dressed Ethan, “These are all your old friends?” Jessica felt insulted and lifted her chin to look at me with contempt. “We grew up with Ethan. Scarlett, you’re a rich girl from New York. It’s normal for you to look down on us country folks.” A man named Noah Watson took a drag of his cigarette and glanced at me. “City people sure know how to put on airs. Don’t come crying to us later.” Several of them couldn’t hide their excitement, looking me up and down as if I were already standing naked in front of them. Their gazes were disgusting and perverted. Watching them finish the entire plate of cherries, I finally saw Ethan’s true intentions. He was like a pile of mud that you could barely prop up against a wall, only to have it slide back into the stinking sludge because he was rotten to the core. I looked coldly at Ethan. “What do your friends mean? I was trying to be a good host. I used Geisha coffee that costs thousands of dollars per pound. Why are they saying I look down on them? Since they all think so poorly of me, I’ll just leave. I don’t want to be a bother here!” I rushed into the bedroom and grabbed my bag, heading for the door. Ethan quickly stopped me. “Scarlett, don’t listen to their nonsense. Country people are always crude in their speech. They’re not targeting you.” He gave Jessica a meaningful look. “Hurry up and pour Scarlett some coffee, apologize to her. If you make her leave, nobody benefits!” Despite her reluctance, she poured coffee for everyone. She apologized unwillingly, “Sorry, Scarlett, we’re used to speaking bluntly. Let me drink this cup of coffee first.” After all nine of them finished drinking, I handed my coffee to Ethan. “I don’t drink coffee. You have it.” I picked up the empty coffee pot and pointed to the Conti red wine on the table. “You guys drink first. I’ll go wash the coffee pot.” Ethan asked with a smile, “You’re not angry anymore, right?” I playfully tapped his chest and took their cups. “Not angry anymore. I’ll go wash the coffee pot and prepare some food for you.” Jessica quickly called out to me. “Scarlett, you haven’t had anything to drink yet. If you don’t drink coffee, at least have some water.” Did she think I couldn’t see the medicine bottle by her feet? I smiled and took the cup, drinking it down. As they breathed a sigh of relief, I went downstairs. Jessica laughed wickedly, “Everyone gets a taste. Ethan won’t mind.” I went into the kitchen expressionlessly, put down the coffee pot, and immediately climbed over the wall to escape. The drug would take effect in ten minutes, and the action camera I’d placed in the corner would automatically send footage from inside the house to my phone. I couldn’t wait to watch them get their comeuppance. Small-TownDreamer and I exchanged contact information. She was already waiting at the village entrance. For safety reasons, we stayed on the phone until I got in the car, and only then did she breathe a sigh of relief. Her name is Stella Edwards. She looks delicate, but appearances can be deceiving. “I’m telling you, if I hadn’t been worried that exposing them would put you in danger, I would’ve charged up there and beaten the crap out of that vicious couple that day. “Damn those two idiots! Their brains must be waterlogged to come up with such a despicable scheme. “I can’t stand gold-digging men who want everything. No matter how sincere they pretend to be, they can’t change their vile nature or hide their bastard faces. “He’s such an ugly man who never looks in the mirror, and he’s greedy as hell. I curse him to lose control of his bladder and bowels when he gets old. He deserves to get slapped.” She was right, though her language was pretty crude. I couldn’t help but laugh. Stella realized this and shut her mouth. “Sorry. I lost control for a moment.” “It’s fine. It felt good hearing you curse them out.” She smiled awkwardly and turned to ask me, “So what’s your plan now?” I felt uncomfortable and leaned back in my seat, breathing slightly heavily. “I’m planning to find a hotel to rest for the night. Tomorrow I’ll bring people to his house to make a scene and ruin their reputation first.” Stella slammed the steering wheel: “Alright, I’ll call some friends to come with you tomorrow.” She dropped me off at the hotel and left, promising to pick me up in the morning. I took a shower and lay in bed watching some adult videos. In the living room, six bottles of Romanee-Conti were already empty, the bottles scattered across the floor. Ethan wasn’t there—he must have gone looking for me. When Jessica started complaining about the heat and began undressing, leaving only a camisole, the real show began. Her face was flushed red as she sat on the sofa with her legs pressed together, her hands constantly caressing her body. Noah was mesmerized by her and squeezed next to her, directly fondling her breasts. After the drugs and alcohol kicked in, no one remembered that today’s main character was supposed to be Scarlett. They started having sex right there on the sofa. The people nearby got excited too, stripped off their clothes, and joined in. Those men also started up, first one-on-one, then forming a chain. I felt sick watching it, like I’d stumbled onto a porn site. Soon, Ethan burst through the door, panting heavily. His voice was hoarse: “That woman got away. Stop this and come help me catch her. She’s not familiar with this area, so she can’t have gone far.” But no one cared about his words now. A hand reached behind him, slipping into his waistband. Ethan shuddered, his body tensing up.

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