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In my previous life, when my parents Micah Campbell and Faith Campbell divorced, they made me, Alexa Campbell, and my sister Anna Campbell choose between them. Anna didn’t hesitate to choose our wealthy father, fantasizing about living a luxurious life and inheriting millions of dollars. However, Micah had already found someone new. After his new wife Alice Carter bore him a son, Anna’s status plummeted. Eventually, she was kicked out of the house and left homeless under Alice’s constant harassment. I chose Faith, but unexpectedly unlocked a successful life. I got into New York University, married a wealthy man, and reached the pinnacle of success. Anna went insane with jealousy and set fire to our house during my birthday celebration, burning everyone to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Micah and Faith divorced. Seeing Anna rush to choose Faith first, I knew she had been reborn too. But what she didn’t know was that while following Micah would be difficult, Faith was both poor and obsessive—following her would only lead to a worse fate. ***** The pain in my head hadn’t completely subsided when I heard that familiar, shrill voice. “There’s nothing like a mother’s love! What mother doesn’t love her children? I want to stay with Mom!” “Dad, living with you would be inconvenient in every way.” Her voice rose at the end, dripping with smugness. Her words made Micah’s face turn ashen with rage. His trembling finger pointed at Anna. “You… you…” He was so angry he couldn’t form a complete sentence. Faith, on the other hand, showed a flicker of satisfaction in her usually calm eyes. “That’s my daughter—she knows how to read the situation.” She had always found me too gentle, and now she couldn’t even be bothered to spare me a glance. She never wasted attention on people who had no value to her. Anna looked at me smugly, waiting to watch me cry and make a scene. After all, in my previous life, I had been most dependent on Faith. Too bad she was going to be disappointed this time. I remained composed and turned to Micah with a smile. I said, “When I was little, Dad secretly bought me toys and snacks to make me happy. When I was sick, he was the one who took care of me. I’m willing to stay with Dad.” Now it was Micah’s turn to be shocked—he thought I had never known about those things. Indeed, in my previous life, Faith had kept me in the dark my entire life. I died believing Micah felt nothing for me, only learning the truth after death when I saw him collapse in tears and turn gray overnight. Micah looked at me with suspicion. “You really want to come with me?” He had good reason to ask. Just two hours before coming here, I had borrowed a classmate’s phone to call him and yell at him about his affair. In just a few hours, I seemed like a completely different person. Anyone would suspect something was up. I was about to explain when Anna covered her mouth and laughed. Afraid I might change my mind, she interrupted, “Alexa, you’re so calculating! You know Dad has money, so you don’t want to suffer even a little! You’re really letting Mom down! Sigh! So heartless!” In the past, I would have gotten into a huge fight with her. But having lived again, I just watched her quietly with a cold smile. “Since you’re so caring, take good care of Mom. Remember to heal the wounds in her heart.” Unnerved by my stare, she rolled her eyes and quickly pulled Faith away. Her steps were much lighter as she left, her eyes full of anticipation for the future. Watching her, I almost wanted to laugh. Once someone becomes foolish, they can’t seize even the best opportunities right in front of them. She never considered that if Faith really had the means to control the richest man’s son and arrange for me to marry him, how could she have ended up divorcing Micah? Everything I achieved was through my own hard work and effort. Those years by Faith’s side were nothing short of hell. After divorcing Micah, she focused all her attention on me. She wouldn’t let me go out to socialize or be picky about food. She even personally controlled the temperature of the milk I drank every day. The slightest displeasure from her would result in beatings. I wonder if Anna will enjoy this kind of “happy life”? I’m really looking forward to it.

When I returned home with Micah, the first person I saw was Alice sitting on the couch—the woman Micah called his “mistress.” Though Alice was over forty, she maintained herself well, exuding the charm of a mature woman in every gesture. Seeing me enter, she nervously clutched the apron around her waist and said, “Alexa, your dad told me you like these dishes, so I tried making them… If they don’t taste good, just tell me, don’t force yourself to eat them.” Seeing me enter, she nervously clutched the apron around her waist and said, “Alexa, your dad told me you like these dishes, so I tried making them… If they don’t taste good, just tell me, don’t force yourself to eat them.” I naturally walked to the table and took a bite. Under their anxious gazes, I smiled. “Ms. Carter, this is delicious. I really like it.” Both of them finally relaxed, though they seemed surprised by my reaction today. After all, every time I’d seen Alice before, I’d been furious, looking like I wanted to pounce on her and tear her face apart. What they didn’t know was that I now understood the whole truth about the past. Back then, Micah was riding high in the business world, having built up his career through hard work. He and Alice were lovers, preparing to get married. But Faith, that crazy woman, had set her sights on Micah. During a business dinner, she secretly drugged Micah’s drink, and afterward became pregnant with me. Micah was naturally furious and refused to acknowledge it, but Faith threatened him, saying if he didn’t marry her, she’d accuse him of rape. Alice had witnessed all the hardships Micah endured over the years to achieve his success. In the end, she chose to sacrifice herself, leaving for overseas one dark night. The lovers who had been together for years were forced apart. Faith was the real homewrecker in this relationship. Plus, she kept causing trouble afterward, pushing Micah to the brink of collapse. Our family was shattered because of it. The three of us were enjoying this hard-won peace. Just as I was about to start eating, my phone suddenly rang. The caller ID showed Faith. She said, “I never thought you’d be more calculating than Anna. All these years, you’ve played the victim pretty convincingly, but when push came to shove, you still chose money!” Her tone was full of sarcasm. Micah’s face turned ashen with anger, wanting to argue back, but I just said calmly, “Since you already understand, why bother calling? I’m busy—our family of three still needs to eat dinner.” I deliberately emphasized the words “family of three.” Faith clearly hadn’t expected me to agree so readily. After a few seconds of silence, she said coldly, “Ungrateful brat! Don’t forget who your real mother is! Your dad gives you so much money every month that you can’t even spend it all—transfer it all to me.” I’d long stopped expecting much from her, and I’d already guessed she was calling for money. So I said casually, “Doesn’t Dad already give you child support every month? Isn’t that enough for you two? If I give you my money, what am I supposed to do?” She scoffed. “Isn’t your dad rich? Just ask him for more! Anna’s different from you—I need to invest in her properly! When she succeeds in her career later, she’ll definitely remember your contribution.” She spoke as if it were perfectly natural, as though I should feel honored to sacrifice for her and Anna. She really was just as selfish as before. I didn’t waste any more words. “Fine, if you two beg me thirty times a month, I’ll transfer the money to you.” This answer clearly infuriated her, and immediately shrill screaming came through the phone. I set my phone aside, letting her rant to herself. Only when she’d worn herself out screaming did she hang up. Faith, why don’t you understand? Faith, why don’t you understand? Faith, why don’t you understand? Faith, why don’t you understand? I’ve seen through your true intentions long ago. I’ve seen through your true intentions long ago.

The classroom chatter stopped dead the moment I walked in. Every pair of eyes turned to me, filled with disgust and contempt, as if I’d committed some unforgivable sin. But with an adult soul, I couldn’t care less about their opinions. Returning to my seat, I found my desk covered in graffiti. [Gold digger! Siding with the homewrecker! Shameless!] [Betraying your own mom and sister! No family loyalty! Bitch!] [Hypocrite!] These harsh words made me frown, and everyone was waiting to see my reaction—either explode in rage or break down crying at my desk. Those were the only two reactions they expected from me. Some had even started placing bets. Instead, I calmly wiped the words off my desk and pulled out my textbook before teacher Harley Smith entered the classroom. Everyone was distracted throughout the entire class. When the bell rang and Harley left the classroom, I immediately rushed to Anna’s seat, blocking her path as she prepared to go smoke with a group of delinquent girls. Under her shocked gaze, I raised my hand and delivered a resounding slap across her face! “Smack!” The crisp sound echoed through the classroom. She clutched her swollen cheek, trembling as she demanded, “Bitch! How dare you hit me!” Without hesitation, I slapped her again. Her friends finally couldn’t hold back anymore. They never studied properly at school—fighting, smoking, drinking, they did it all. We’d always gone out of our way to avoid them. So at school, I’d always given Anna a wide berth. Today, I was openly defying her, and the entire class was too scared to make a sound. My student days in my past life were spent in fear and shadows. After becoming an adult, I’d specifically learned taekwondo and kickboxing for self-defense. Today, I could finally use those skills to teach Anna a lesson. One of them stepped in front of me, but being too short, she had to crane her neck to look up at me. She threatened menacingly, “You looking for trouble? Got a death wish?” I looked down at her and said coolly, “Meet me in the bathroom.” With that, I turned and left, leaving them only with the view of my slender back. They hadn’t expected me to provoke them so brazenly. If they didn’t take up the challenge, they’d lose all credibility on campus. Several of them rushed out of the classroom after me. The screams from the bathroom that day even reached the principal’s office. By the time they were brought to the principal’s office—bruised, battered, and limping—Micah had been waiting for quite some time. After confirming I wasn’t hurt, he slammed his fist on the desk, demanding the school provide an explanation. Alice was in tears, saying, “Alexa has been pampered at home since she was little. How could she endure such treatment?” The group was stunned—first, they hadn’t expected me to be so formidable, beating them up like that. Second, they’d thought I was the aggressor, only to suddenly become the victim. They were still too young to understand the power of money and influence. In the end, Anna’s gang received serious disciplinary action after returning from the hospital and had to read apology letters in front of the entire school. Now they’d truly lost all face. And I, who had been an unknown newcomer, suddenly became famous. The only thing I did was go find Anna after class every day and take her money. Sure enough, after a few times, Faith was absolutely furious. She not only cut off Anna’s allowance but also kept her under strict supervision. From then on, she could no longer act arrogant and domineering. Every time she looked at me, her eyes held not just fear, but also regret. She understood regret now, but it was already too late. When two-thirds of senior year had passed, I met Julius Reeds. Just like in my previous life, he had only been back from abroad for a few days when his family arranged for him to transfer to our school. Unlike us students who were buried in our books, the tall and handsome newcomer became the center of attention the moment he walked into the classroom. I couldn’t deny that he was exceptionally good-looking. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have bothered figuring out how to approach him when I could barely keep myself afloat. But what attracted me more was his prestigious background as the son of the richest man in the country. This was my best chance to break free from Faith’s control. Counting down three, two, one… “Oh! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to!” Anna’s thick stack of papers scattered everywhere as she bumped right into Julius. She looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes, blinking repeatedly. She had even put on large-diameter colored contacts, making her appear pitiful and endearing. Watching this scene play out exactly like in my previous life, I could barely suppress my laughter. How unoriginal. She was completely copying my approach. Julius was understandably annoyed at being bumped into out of nowhere. But his good upbringing kept his emotions in check. After helping pick up the papers from the floor, he turned and walked away. Anna stood there stunned, gripping the papers tightly in frustration. “How is this possible? Why did this happen?” In my past life, after he bumped into me, he not only left his phone number but also asked me out to dinner. Our relationship heated up quickly, and we officially got together that Christmas after graduation. She had followed my exact approach! She couldn’t understand why Julius had simply walked away this time. Of course, she didn’t know that Julius had only offered his contact information because he’d discovered an anime poster tucked in my papers. It featured his favorite anime character. In an unfamiliar environment, suddenly meeting someone who shared his love for niche anime felt like finding a kindred spirit. Naturally, he let his guard down around me and felt drawn to connect. This is what happens when you don’t do your homework properly. I shook my head with a sigh. When she saw me approaching, she instinctively covered her face, as if afraid I might rush over and slap her again. It seemed the last lesson had left her with lasting psychological trauma. I composed myself, preparing to go talk to Julius. Just then, Harley rushed in and quietly stopped me. “Alexa, your mom is waiting for you at the school gate.” This was something I hadn’t anticipated. Ever since I’d gotten involved with Micah, I’d basically cut off all contact with Faith. Even when she did reach out, it was only to ask for money. Besides, I’d blocked her ages ago. Why was she here bothering me now? Looking back toward Julius’s retreating figure, it was too late to catch up with him now. I hurried to the school gate, where I found Faith dressed in an outdated designer outfit from some past fashion show. The moment she saw me, she smiled. “Getting used to the good life, huh? Even forgot about your own mother? “And you went shopping for clothes with that bitch! Do you even deserve to wear stuff that expensive!” She stared at the shoes on my feet—their price tag equaled her monthly living expenses. She was seething with rage, her eyes showing hints of obsession. I instinctively stepped back a few paces. “What do you want? I need to get back to class. The SATs are coming up—can you please stop bothering me?” The memories from my previous life were too painful; I’d never had any good feelings toward her. Seeing that I wanted to leave, her expression immediately darkened. She suddenly raised her hand, and everything went black as I lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a dim warehouse!

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After I got pregnant, my boyfriend Paul Ortiz’s grandmother killed herself by running into a wall right in front of me, leaving behind a secret. Everyone who knew this secret died. First Paul’s father, then Paul’s mother, and finally Paul swallowed pills and committed suicide right in front of me. The media hounded me relentlessly, the police summoned me for questioning multiple times, and internet trolls cyberbullied me. Everyone wanted to know what this secret was. They said I had killed Paul and his entire family just to keep this secret to myself. I never defended myself, remaining silent throughout, until I saw someone at Paul’s funeral. At that moment, I calmly stroked my swollen belly. My child and I should die too. ***** After I got pregnant, Paul brought me home to meet his parents. Paul’s grandmother Jade Ortiz took one look at my swollen belly and wailed before smashing her head against the wall in the living room. Blood splattered all over the wall. Jade didn’t die immediately. What was terrifying was that Jade’s eyes were wide open, with bloody tears seeping from them. Her once gentle face was filled with terror, as if she had seen something horrifying. She looked absolutely ghastly. Paul’s mother Clara Ortiz fainted several times, while his father Owen Ortiz held Jade and sobbed uncontrollably. Neighbors who came running after hearing the commotion reminded us that Jade seemed to have some last words to say. So we all fell silent, trying to hear what Jade was saying. But in the end, only Owen heard her final words. After telling him a secret, Jade died completely. Owen’s face showed extreme terror, and his hands holding Jade’s body wouldn’t stop trembling. He broke down screaming: “How am I supposed to live?” Owen’s reaction filled us with panic. Clara stepped forward to support him, asking quietly: “What did Jade say?” Owen looked at us deeply, then pushed Clara away and, before anyone could react, slammed himself hard against the wall. Blood splattered everywhere as Owen collapsed onto Jade’s corpse. And Owen’s final expression was filled with the same terror as Jade’s. As Owen lay dying, Clara cried and begged him to hold on, saying the ambulance would arrive soon. But after hearing Owen’s last words clearly, Clara’s face turned deathly pale and she hung up the phone. After that, no matter who asked, Clara refused to reveal Jade’s final words. Even when the police interrogated her sternly, Clara remained silent. After finishing Jade and Owen’s funeral, Paul seemed to have aged dramatically overnight. He asked Clara wearily: “What secret did Grandma tell us in the end? Why did Dad also commit suicide after hearing it?” Clara stroked the family photo, tears flowing helplessly. “Don’t ask anymore. There’s no secret at all. Your grandmother’s and father’s deaths were just accidents. Don’t overthink it.” Paul cried until his voice was hoarse. He shouted: “That was my dad and the grandmother who raised me! I watched them commit suicide—how can I just do nothing? At the very least, you need to let me know why!” My heart ached for Paul, so I helped persuade Clara: “Clara, Jade and Owen died right in front of us. How could we remain indifferent? “Besides, they both died after learning that secret, and you heard those final words too. We’re worried about you…” I knew my words were impolite, but this was my greatest concern. But before I could finish speaking, Clara cut me off. She suddenly smashed the family photo, her eyes bloodshot, looking at me with pure hatred. “I told you, there’s no secret at all! “You two had a child before getting married—they died from the shock you caused them. Are you satisfied now?” Whenever Jade and Owen’s deaths were mentioned, Clara couldn’t stop crying. Clearly, she was more heartbroken than any of us. But soon, Clara composed herself, took a deep breath, and apologized to me: “I’m sorry. I was overcome with grief and said those things. “Jade and Owen both had chronic illnesses. The economy hasn’t been good these past few years, so they probably didn’t want to burden you two. “Anyway, suicide isn’t something to celebrate. Let’s never bring this up again.” Clara’s attitude was cold and hard. No matter how we asked, she refused to continue this topic. But my heart was filled with unease, and my hand stroking my belly wouldn’t stop trembling. I wanted to know why Jade, who had liked me so much, would kill herself by running into a wall after learning I was pregnant. I wanted to know what secret she had left behind.

Paul was even more desperate than I was to know that secret. At Owen’s funeral, Clara had been drinking heavily due to her overwhelming grief and kept mumbling to herself. Paul seized this opportunity and coaxed the secret out of her. Clara’s voice was so soft that Paul had to lean in close to hear her. But almost the moment he heard it, his face showed the exact same look of terror as Jade and Owen had. Watching this terrifying scene unfold, I asked anxiously, “What is this secret? Why are you and Clara both so scared?” Paul didn’t answer me. He seemed frozen in shock, standing there woodenly while supporting Clara. I was getting frantic and walked over, trying to get close to Clara to hear what she was saying, but Paul’s reaction shocked me even more. He broke down crying, both terrified and helpless. Then he actually pushed me away, forcing me to stay away from Clara. I got upset: “I’m pregnant, why are you pushing me? What did Clara say? Why are you hiding this from me?” No matter how much I pressed him, Paul refused to answer. He looked at me with eyes full of sorrow: “Anna, I really wish you would never have to know this secret.” I stood there stunned, unable to understand what kind of secret could plunge Paul and his entire family into such despair. Why were they all so terrified after hearing it? Owen had even chosen suicide immediately after learning it. At that moment, Clara sobered up and looked at us with hollow eyes. She gave a bitter smile, her face gaunt and pained. Slowly, Clara began laughing maniacally. She grabbed Paul’s hand, laughing so hard that tears streamed down her face: “Son, you insisted on hearing it yourself. Now you’ll have to live in pain just like me.” I completely broke down, unable to understand how things had turned out this way. I had come to visit Paul’s family with gifts, happy and excited, thinking our days ahead would be even more blissful. Paul was a good man—gentle and emotionally stable. We’d been together for three years and had never fought. His family was just as gentle as he was. His grandmother was kind, his parents were loving, and they always spoke softly at home, never having any arguments. Paul often mentioned me to his family, saying they all liked me and looked forward to meeting me. Jade especially loved me, often giving Paul money to buy me gifts, telling him to treat me well, and frequently sending me local specialties and calling me. But everything changed after I announced my pregnancy. Jade killed herself on the spot, and Owen did too. Clara became despondent, and even Paul became withdrawn and troubled. I felt like the whole world was against us, not letting us be happy. When I was exhausted both physically and mentally, I often wondered what secret Jade had left behind. Many people shared the same curiosity, especially after the neighbors posted about this incident online. The next day, police came to our door again, pressured by public opinion.

Paul’s mom had returned to her hometown, and Paul was at work, so I was the only one home when the police came to ask me about the situation. The police inquiry was tactful. “Paul’s grandmother Christmas is getting on in years. Does she suffer from any brain disorders? Maybe you haven’t noticed, but she might have been ill for some time.” I carefully recalled every detail of my interactions with Jade over the past three Christmases, then shook my head firmly. “That’s impossible. Jade gets medical checkups twice a year. She just had one half a month ago, and she’s in perfect health. She doesn’t have dementia.” The officer seemed somewhat disappointed. He paused, then asked, “What about Paul’s father? I heard his work hasn’t been going well lately, and the company is planning to fire him. Maybe he felt ashamed and couldn’t accept that reality?” “He chose suicide as soon as he heard Jade’s last words. Maybe Jade told him she was killing herself so she wouldn’t be a burden to him, so Paul’s father committed suicide out of guilt?” Both Jade and Owen killed themselves right in front of me. I witnessed everything firsthand, so I understood better than anyone how resolute they were in their decision to die. They absolutely would not have committed suicide for such ridiculous reasons. The officer suggested several other possibilities, all of which I denied one by one. Seeing that he couldn’t get any useful information, the officer had to end the questioning. After all, the facts showed suicide, not murder. If it weren’t for public pressure, they wouldn’t have wasted police resources questioning me at all. But just minutes after they left, Deputy Chief Leo Hellman rushed back. Leo looked at me, scratching his head as he asked if I could contact Paul. “Paul’s mother jumped off a building,” he said. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My legs went weak, and I collapsed to the floor, feeling like I was suffocating. The police couldn’t reach Paul, so they had to take me to the scene where Clara had jumped. Police tape had already been set up downstairs, and crowds of onlookers had gathered around. Seeing me being helped over by the police, they all raised their phones to take pictures. “That’s the girlfriend of the suicide woman’s son, right? I heard that the day she went to her boyfriend’s house, his father and grandmother killed themselves at home!” “She’s like a jinx. People are definitely going to think she caused their deaths!” “Now her husband and mother-in-law are dead too, leaving just her son and daughter-in-law. I heard the daughter-in-law is pregnant. What are they going to do now?” Listening to these comments, my heart had gone numb. I knew Paul’s mother was heartbroken, but I never imagined she would commit suicide. The officer pulled me aside with concern. “The building is too high. Her body was badly mangled in the fall—don’t look. Where is your boyfriend?” “Some witnesses said her mother seemed dazed before she jumped, constantly muttering the word ‘secret.’ We suspect it’s the same secret that drove his father and grandmother to suicide!” Despite the officer’s attempts to stop me, I pushed past the layers of white sheets and saw Clara’s broken body. Over thirty floors, more than a hundred meters high—jumping from there meant certain death, yet she still jumped. I couldn’t hold it together anymore and fell to my knees, sobbing. I had simply gone to visit Paul’s family like anyone else would, yet I witnessed their deaths. I couldn’t understand what secret could make them so determined to give up their lives. Leo looked at me with sympathy. “Anna, I know you’re devastated, but you need to pull yourself together. The situation is clear now—everyone who knew that secret is dead.” “What exactly is that secret? Do you know? Or does your boyfriend know?” My mind was too overwhelmed with grief to think clearly. All I could do was shake my head helplessly through my tears. I didn’t know—I knew nothing at all. I wanted to know that secret even more than the police did. What could have possibly driven Paul’s grandmother to immediately choose suicide after hearing about my pregnancy? Just then, Paul rushed over. Like a puppet, he calmly accepted the fact that his only remaining relative had also taken her own life. Staring at the shattered remains on the ground, he told the police matter-of-factly that he knew what the secret was. He said, “My grandmother and parents all committed suicide because of this secret. Now I’m the only one who knows it, but the time isn’t right yet. I won’t reveal the secret for now.” Paul calmly handled Clara’s funeral and brought me home. Though I didn’t know what the secret was, I had a vague sense it was connected to my pregnancy. I was terrified—afraid that Paul, the only one who knew the secret, would choose suicide like the rest of his family. I watched my belly grow day by day with mounting dread, praying in terror that Paul wouldn’t suddenly kill himself one day. But I was wrong. Paul remained remarkably calm. He went to work as usual, took care of me attentively, and arranged everything for me and the baby. Gradually, I began to relax, thinking he had moved past the grief of losing his loved ones. The only thing was that Paul started avoiding me after that, hiding in his room and typing on his computer, as if he were recording something. I had a premonition that he was documenting that secret, but Paul always denied it whenever I asked. I could only pretend I knew nothing. I thought our days could continue peacefully like this, but then suddenly one day, Paul started a livestream online and solemnly announced that the time had come—he was going to reveal the secret to the world. As I watched the viewer count surge to a hundred thousand, Paul gripped my hand tightly and looked at me tenderly. “Anna, I know you’ve always been curious about the secret Grandma left behind. The time has come now—I’ll tell you everything.” He pulled me into his arms with pity, gently stroking my slightly rounded belly, then leaned close to my ear and whispered the secret. By the time I realized what I had heard, it was too late. My tears reacted faster than my brain. I stared wide-eyed in horror, my body trembling violently. I frantically tried to question Paul, but he pushed me away through his tears, backing several steps to stand far away by the door, blood gushing from his mouth. I panicked instantly and rushed toward him. “Paul! Don’t die! Please don’t die! You can’t leave me and the baby!” But it was already too late. Paul kept spitting up blood and lost his life within seconds. Just like his parents and grandmother, he chose to commit suicide right in front of me, leaving me alone with despair. I held my belly and watched him die helplessly. I begged him, but he could no longer respond. I cried until I had no tears left, sitting on the ground like a puppet, my heart filled with unbearable grief and nothing but terror. The secret Paul told me was truly horrifying. No wonder they all chose suicide after learning it. Now that I knew the secret, my child and I should die too.

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To pay off our family’s debts, my sister Daisy James and I, Vanessa James, are about to marry the twin sons of New York’s wealthiest family, the Hoffmans. I’m supposed to marry the cold older brother, Colton Hoffman, while Daisy is set to marry the playboy younger brother, Marcus Hoffman. We thought this would be our fate for life, but unexpectedly, the day before our wedding, both of their first loves returned to the country. After we met to discuss it, our thoughts were surprisingly aligned. “Let’s run away!” “I want to run away too!” On the wedding day, we put on our wedding dresses and prepared to flee abroad, but we were caught red-handed. Colton grabbed my wrist and sneered, “Marcus went to find his first love, but I didn’t go anywhere. What are you running from?” ***** Everyone knows that the Hoffman family controls New York’s top-tier power and resources. Everyone also knows that both Hoffman sons have their own deeply beloved first loves. After Daisy and I from the James family were sent to the Hoffman estate, we unexpectedly ended up dating the two brothers for two years. The outside world was full of rumors that this was just the brothers’ momentary whim, using us for entertainment. Once the novelty wore off, they’d throw us out like trash. But just a week ago, the Hoffman family sent out wedding invitations to all of New York’s elite families. Daisy and I are getting married tomorrow, officially joining the Hoffman family. I’m marrying Colton, and Daisy is marrying Marcus. Suddenly, news headlines were everywhere, and everyone knew about it. My phone kept buzzing with related news notifications. These past few days, Daisy’s and my names have been appearing frequently in various news headlines. I heard Daisy let out a long sigh beside me. Right now, we’re sitting in a coffee shop, fully disguised with hats, sunglasses, and masks. Daisy said, “Vanessa, last night when Marcus was showering, I accidentally saw Dianne texting him, asking him to pick her up at the airport. She’s coming back today. I just called Marcus, but he didn’t answer. He’s probably already on his way to the airport.” I remember that Dianne Stewart is Marcus’s first love. They grew up together and have deep feelings for each other. Colton and Marcus have completely opposite personalities. Colton has always been aloof and uninterested in women. Even when we’re lying in the same bed, we don’t exchange more than five sentences. Marcus, on the other hand, is completely different—a total playboy with countless women around him. Although we were initially sent by the James family to pay off debts, I have to admit that in the eyes of outsiders, Colton treats me with more respect. Daisy’s voice grew quieter, and I knew she was hurting inside. Even though we both knew this relationship was just a transaction, after two years of being together day and night, it was impossible not to develop feelings. Even I wasn’t an exception. I said, “Actually, Rebecca is coming back too. I just saw her social media update.” According to rumors, Rebecca Lynch is Colton’s first love. When I was first sent to the Hoffman estate, Rebecca, who was abroad at the time, immediately added my contact information after learning the news and boldly challenged me. I could tell she had gotten my contact through a mutual friend’s referral. And that mutual friend could only be Colton. Thinking about this, my heart sank bit by bit. This was the sense of security he gave Rebecca. Daisy said, “Since both of their first loves are back, we’ll be kicked out soon anyway. Instead of being publicly rejected at tomorrow’s wedding, why don’t we run away first?” Hearing Daisy say something so bold, I couldn’t help but look around nervously, afraid someone might overhear. I quickly said, “Daisy, don’t talk nonsense. If we run away, what about the James family’s debts? Not only will the Hoffman family not let us go, but even Mom and Dad won’t help us.” I lowered my voice, reminding her of the possible consequences. Daisy said, “I’m really hurting. We clearly agreed from the beginning that we would never fall in love with anyone from the Hoffman family, but I still couldn’t control my feelings.” Growing up, Daisy and I have always depended on each other. We also have a younger brother, Wyatt James. Our parents have always favored Wyatt, while Daisy and I are nothing more than tools in their eyes. Hearing Daisy’s choked voice, my heart ached along with hers. Anyway, Colton never loved me. He’s always been decisive and efficient in everything he does, never dragging things out. Now that Rebecca is back, he probably hopes I’ll leave on my own. With this thought, I said, “Alright, I’ll take you away.”

The entire villa was empty except for the servants and me. Colton had bought this house specifically for me after we started dating. It was close to downtown, but he rarely came here himself. Tonight, he probably wouldn’t show up either. Daisy and I were plotting our escape route for tomorrow’s runaway plan. To completely avoid being tracked down, I’d need to leave New York at the very least. The Hoffman family had eyes and ears everywhere in this city. “Why don’t we just go abroad? Didn’t you always dream of traveling the world when you were little?” Daisy suggested excitedly. That had indeed been my lifelong dream, and now I could use this opportunity to make it happen. If I really went abroad, I wouldn’t even need to make plans. The travel routes for every country were already deeply etched in my memory. I quickly worked on my computer, using my passport to book a flight for tomorrow. Just as I was about to take a screenshot to send to Daisy, the bedroom door had somehow been opened. “Vanessa, what are you doing?” Colton’s icy voice came from behind me. “Nothing, just browsing around.” I instinctively snapped the laptop shut. Being caught red-handed made me tense up completely. Colton had always been suspicious and would never easily believe my excuse. He walked toward me step by step, leaning down close until he was almost touching my face. Just as he reached out to open my laptop, I suddenly threw my arms around his neck, stopping his movement. “What brings you here today?” I asked. I rarely took such bold initiative to get close to him. For a moment, the room seemed to fall into a brief stillness. “To see if my bride-to-be would run away tomorrow,” he said. What? He knew I was planning to escape? I jerked my head up, and my lips accidentally brushed against his. The next second, Colton kissed me forcefully, as if he wanted to devour me completely. At that moment, thoughts of running away had already vanished from my mind. All I knew was that Colton had always had incredible stamina, and when I woke up tomorrow, I’d probably be sore all over again. Though he was indeed cold, he wasn’t as uninterested in women as the rumors suggested. Fortunately, since we were getting married tomorrow, Colton didn’t demand more. After his shower, he lay down beside me without a word and didn’t say another thing. Before bed, I habitually picked up my phone to scroll through Instagram. After flipping through just a few pages, I saw Rebecca’s latest post: [Someone picked me up right after landing. So blessed.] The photo was a selfie of her in a car. From the understated luxury of the black interior, I immediately recognized it as Colton’s car. So he had gone to pick up Rebecca before coming here. The man beside me was already asleep, and he had never mentioned anything about Rebecca to me. I gazed at his profile, silently saying goodbye to him in my heart. A man like Colton was never meant to be mine. Now, it was time to return him to his rightful owner.

When I woke up the next morning, Colton was already gone. The butler came to wake me up, urging me to start getting my makeup done and change into my wedding dress for today’s ceremony. When I picked up my phone, I noticed it was flooded with messages from Daisy. To put Daisy’s mind at ease, I immediately called her. I said, “Colton suddenly came over last night, so I didn’t dare check my phone in case he found out. Everything goes according to plan today.” Daisy let out a heavy sigh of relief. “That’s good. Marcus spent the entire night with Dianne yesterday.” “How do you know that?” My voice carried a hint of agitation. The makeup artist working on my look was startled and quickly stopped what she was doing. I knew Marcus had always maintained connections with other women, causing Daisy countless heartaches. But I never expected that on the night before our wedding, he could be so inconsiderate of Daisy’s feelings, spending the entire night with another woman. Daisy said, “Dianne sent me a text in the middle of the night using Marcus’s phone. Vanessa, never mind about me. Are you really going through with this? Actually, even though Colton is cold, at least he’s not like Marcus.” Initially, I wondered if I was being too impulsive, but the photos Rebecca posted on Instagram had already made the decision for me. With so many people around, I didn’t say much more. When I opened my eyes again, even I was stunned by my reflection in the mirror. My hair and makeup were complete, and the haute couture wedding dress perfectly outlined my figure. Usually, I only liked wearing loose clothes for comfort and ease. This was the first time many people would see me so carefully dressed up. Soon, someone sent the photos to Colton. The next second, his text arrived. [Looking good. Seems like last night didn’t tire you out too much.] [Be a good girl and wait for me.] Those words gave me goosebumps all over. Colton almost never contacted me directly. Usually, he’d relay messages through his assistant or come straight to the villa to find me. Let alone hearing such intimate words from his mouth. But now, I didn’t have time to overthink it. I was already sitting in the wedding car heading to the ceremony venue. And this was the most crucial part of Daisy’s and my escape plan. I had already used the allowance Colton gave me over the past two years to bribe both drivers. When I made the transfers, I was grateful that Colton hadn’t shortchanged me these past years. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had the money to buy off the people around him. Once we reached the next intersection, the driver would take us straight to the airport. The red light had started its ten-second countdown. Three, two, one. I had been so nervous that I hadn’t noticed the driver was in the straight lane. To get to the airport, we should have turned left, but the car continued straight ahead. “Asher, aren’t we supposed to go to the airport?” I called out in panic. Driver Asher Green apologized to me but couldn’t bring himself to look me in the eye. He said, “Ms. James—no, Mrs. Hoffman—I really can’t do this. If Mr. Hoffman finds out, I’m finished.” Now, the one who was finished was me. I didn’t blame Asher. After all, in New York, many people’s fates were in the hands of the Hoffman family. Let alone a mere driver. Since Asher had made his choice, it meant Colton had already caught wind of this. So was his earlier text a warning? Or was he trying to keep me? Watching my phone vibrate continuously, I knew Daisy must be in trouble too. [I’ve been exposed. We’ll have to play it by ear from here.] My heart was pounding, filled with anxiety and unease. As we got closer to the wedding venue, I could almost picture Colton’s face—cold enough to freeze over. After causing such a huge mess this time, the James family would definitely abandon Daisy and me to save themselves. After all this chaos, we were definitely done for. Arriving at the wedding venue, I stepped onto the red carpet in my diamond-studded heels. Nearly every reporter in New York was there, and the camera flashes were so bright I could barely keep my eyes open. In the distance, Colton was already standing at the entrance greeting guests. I slowly walked toward him, each step feeling like I was walking on cotton, ready to fall at any moment. Finally standing in front of Colton, I forced a smile and naturally linked my arm through his. I said, “Let’s go, let’s head inside.” I wasn’t sure if I was seeing things, but Colton’s lips seemed to curve up slightly. He said, “You’re not running away anymore?” I pressed my lips together and looked at him, deciding to put my plan on hold for now. I said, “I’m not running anymore. I was wrong. It’s all because your first love came back, and I…” Before I could finish, he suddenly stopped, grabbed my hand, and pulled me into his arms. He said, “Marcus went to find his first love. I didn’t go anywhere, so why were you running?” This move immediately caught all the media’s attention—no one had ever seen Colton so intimate with a woman. Embarrassment made my cheeks flush red. How was this man getting more and more subtly flirtatious? After a busy night, the wedding ceremony finally ended. I quickly removed my makeup, changed into comfortable pajamas, and lay down on the bed. This was the riverside penthouse Colton had bought. Looking at the interior design, it was definitely Colton’s style—truly generous with his spending. As long as he could buy authentic, high-quality materials, he would never consider imitations. Only Colton and I were left in the room, and it was finally quiet. In front of me was a huge floor-to-ceiling window with the curtains left open, reflecting both Colton’s and my silhouettes. Through the window, I noticed he’d been staring at me the whole time. I said, “Everyone’s tired today. Let’s get some rest early.” To avoid discussing the runaway bride incident, I got up to head to the bathroom for a shower. Colton pulled me back, pressed me down on the bed, buried his face in my neck, and his warm breath made me shiver. He asked, “Tell me, why did you want to run away from the wedding? Just because Rebecca came back to the country?” Tonight, with a “whatever happens, happens” attitude, I had accepted every toast from the wedding guests. If Colton hadn’t quietly had the staff replace the alcohol with drinks, I would probably be drunk by now. It was precisely because I was a bit tipsy that, although I hadn’t wanted to bring this up, when he mentioned Rebecca, all my grievances instantly welled up. I said, “You’re still saying you didn’t go find her? But you clearly went to pick her up from the airport.” I deliberately turned my head away, not wanting him to see the tears in my eyes. Colton asked, “When did I go pick her up? Who told you that?” “You’re still denying it?” I pouted, huffily grabbed my phone from the nightstand, and showed him Rebecca’s Instagram. “Isn’t this the car you usually take to work? Besides you, who else would have the right to use it?” Colton frowned slightly and made a phone call right in front of me. “Explain what happened yesterday, or you can get lost and stop working for me.” The person answering was his assistant, Ivan Bishop. He’d been working for Colton for eight years and could immediately tell from his tone that he was angry. After all, no one would normally call their subordinates on their wedding night to demand explanations. The usually articulate Ivan was so scared he couldn’t even form complete sentences. He quickly said, “Mr. Hoffman, Miss Lynch recognized your aunt and insisted on getting in the car, saying she wanted us to give her a ride.” Hearing this, both Colton and I immediately understood what had happened. He raised an eyebrow at me. Realizing I had wrongly accused him, I quickly found an excuse. “Well, didn’t you give her my WhatsApp in the first place, letting her say all those weird things to me?” My phone was still in Colton’s hands, and he casually opened my chat history with Rebecca, finally seeing her provocative messages from two years ago. [You don’t really think you’re the ugly duckling from a fairy tale, do you?] [Everyone knows Colton only has me in his heart. When I come back, you should disappear on your own.] Just as Colton was about to look down and explain, a new message from Rebecca suddenly popped up on the long-inactive chat page. [Getting married doesn’t mean anything. I’m the only one who can be Mrs. Hoffman.] [You bitch, stay away from Colton.] I could clearly feel the temperature around Colton drop several degrees. He took my phone and sent Rebecca a voice message. “Get lost. My wife can only be Vanessa. What makes you think you’re worthy?” Then, without hesitation, he blocked her.

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On Thanksgiving Day, my sister Taylor Reed drugged me unconscious, then secretly used a knife to slash my face. Actually, I had already woken up. Not only did I endure the pain without making a sound, but when I heard Taylor bragging about going to Dubai with our remarried father Dominick Reed to live like a princess, I couldn’t help but laugh. In my previous life, Dominick was an alcoholic who beat my mother to death before fleeing the United States overnight. He remarried a Dubai princess and returned in glory, taking me—the prettier-looking one—back to Dubai with him. He spent ten years cultivating my beauty and charm, then invested massive resources to make me a Hollywood A-list actress, adored by millions. Meanwhile, Taylor, who lived with Grandpa Harrison Montgomery, was required to study hard from a young age and lived frugally in all aspects. After learning of my fame, she became jealous and lured me onto a yacht. When I wasn’t paying attention, she dragged me overboard to our deaths. When I opened my eyes again, we had both returned to the day Dominick came back to America from Dubai. This glamorous, dazzling life—I’ve decided to give it to Taylor! ***** Dominick wore a custom-tailored suit with the latest Patek Philippe watch on his wrist, sizing up Taylor and me. He sighed and said, “Although I married a princess in Dubai, I can’t take both of you there. Discuss it between yourselves—who’s coming with me to enjoy the royal life in Dubai!” After speaking, Dominick turned and left without hesitation. Harrison stood before us and said to Dominick, “You’re not taking either of these children!” Dominick had violent tendencies—three months ago, he beat my mother to death before fleeing America. Naturally, Harrison didn’t want us going with Dominick. I nodded obediently while noticing Taylor’s disdainful look. That evening, I saw Taylor slip sleeping pills into my milk, but I pretended not to notice and drank it anyway. When I woke up in the morning, I saw a terrible knife wound on my face. It hurt badly. Watching Taylor happily applying skincare products nearby, I knew she had been reborn too. I didn’t make a scene, just silently endured the pain, waiting for Dominick to come choose today. Harrison brought breakfast that morning, and seeing my disfigured face, he actually looked relieved, telling us to hurry up and finish eating. Taylor just glanced at the sandwich before tossing it to me. “Ugly girl! This sandwich is for you. Soon I’ll be in Dubai eating delicacies while you stay here living in poverty!” Seeing that I obediently picked up the sandwich, Taylor showed a triumphant expression of certain victory. Half an hour later, my face mysteriously broke out in red rashes, itching unbearably. The scar on my face extended from my cheekbone all the way to my chin. My formerly delicate features were completely gone, making Taylor look even more stunning by comparison. Harrison was first shocked to see Taylor’s beautiful face, then sighed with a complex expression. Dominick looked at me with disgust and reached out to pull Taylor over. “We’re not going to Dubai to be beggars. Look what you’ve done to yourself—what a waste!” Taylor was beside herself with excitement, stepping forward to link arms with me, pretending to be reluctant to leave me. She said, “The glamorous movie star life can only be mine. You just stay here and be a country bumpkin with the old man!” Of course I knew why she said that. In our previous life, we faced the same choice. After Dominick struck it rich in Dubai, he wanted to choose one pretty daughter from the two of us to please the princess. After learning from guests at our mother’s funeral that Harrison was a formidable antique collector, Taylor schemed to stay behind. Harrison thought Dominick was unreliable as always, so he added peanut butter that would cause temporary allergic reactions to both our breakfasts. After Taylor found out, she threw away my breakfast and devoured hers. After her allergic reaction, Dominick naturally chose me. Back then, Taylor had whispered mockingly in my ear just like this: “You go with the murderer! I’ll be living in a mansion soon!” But the reality was completely different from what she imagined. Harrison’s home wasn’t a luxury mansion at all—just a small cabin in the suburbs. The most valuable thing in Harrison’s house was probably that old tractor in the barn. That very night, Taylor’s emotions collapsed. Because Dominick’s latest social media post showed him boarding a private jet in first class with me. He said he would spoil me and make me happy for life. While I leisurely learned etiquette and enjoyed afternoon tea, Taylor was struggling through obscure textbooks. Ten years later, Taylor got into Harvard University. Clutching her acceptance letter, she threatened suicide to force Harrison to buy her a plane ticket to Dubai. But the scene she imagined—Dominick welcoming her with overwhelming joy—never materialized.

Taylor’s timing couldn’t have been worse—today was the momentous day when the Dubai royal family announced my debut. Along Palm Island Boulevard, an entire fleet of Rolls-Royces was promoting me. A-list Hollywood actresses publicly expressed their willingness to co-star with me, and Oscar-winning directors personally acknowledged me as their muse. Olivia Reed—this name instantly topped global news headlines. My debut at the pinnacle made everyone envious. Taylor glared at me with venomous eyes as I basked in the spotlight, while her precious Harvard acceptance letter was trampled underfoot by the crowd. When the crowd dispersed, she eagerly tried to approach Dominick, who was discussing business with film investors, only to be roughly shoved to the ground by security guards. Despite her appearance being nearly unchanged from childhood, Dominick didn’t recognize her at all. His cold gaze was sharp as a blade. “Where did this beggar come from? Don’t interrupt our business.” Taylor shook her head in disbelief, screaming hysterically, “Dad! I’m your daughter!” She held up the dirt-stained Harvard acceptance letter, desperately seeking Dominick’s recognition. People around us whispered among themselves. “Mr. Reed has another daughter? Impossible. Miss Olivia Reed is obviously so much more refined!” “Exactly. This woman looks so poor—how could she possibly compare to the royally-trained Miss Olivia Reed?” Taylor looked at Dominick with hopeful anticipation, convinced that if he just nodded, she could have this kind of life too. “Well.” Dominick merely gestured coldly for the guards to tear up the acceptance letter and escort her away. Turning around, he gently embraced me in my elegant gown and hundred-million-dollar jewelry, solemnly promising, “I want you to be born at the top of the world, to become the most dazzling person.” That evening, Harrison received a call from Dominick, demanding he come to Dubai immediately to take Taylor away. On the deck of the luxury yacht, I chatted and laughed with princes. One prince even presented me with a ten-carat diamond ring on the spot, proposing marriage. Taylor’s cold gaze followed me relentlessly. Her faded shirt formed a stark contrast against the yacht’s golden splendor, while guests’ mockery of her never ceased. “Mr. Reed actually let this country bumpkin board the yacht! She has no idea how to dress.” “She’s absolutely vulgar!” Suddenly, Taylor made up her mind. She approached me with a fake smile, saying she wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk, but when we were alone, she suddenly grabbed me and jumped overboard. She bit down hard on my ear, blood staining the corners of her mouth as she looked completely deranged. “Why should you enjoy all the glory while I suffer on the farm? If I can’t have it, neither can you!” The pain of having my ear bitten off still haunts me today. Now, Taylor finally got her wish, leaving triumphantly with Dominick. Before departing, she maliciously shoved me as I weakened from blood loss, saying, “Country bumpkin, stay on your farm and suffer!”

Harrison brought me back to the farm in Texas. This place wasn’t barren and desolate like Taylor had described—it was actually quite scenic. The cabin had a bunk bed, clearly showing that Harrison had originally planned to bring both of us back. He cleared his throat awkwardly. “This really can’t compare to Dubai. It’s not too late if you want to change your mind.” Despite his reluctance to let me go, he couldn’t bring himself to ask me to stay. I chuckled softly and began unpacking my luggage. Harrison quietly left, returning at dusk covered in mud and carrying a shopping bag. I quickly took the bag from him and looked inside. He had gone all the way to the distant town to buy medicine for me. Late that night, a neighbor gently applied ointment to my wounds and told me Harrison had waited at her door for a full hour. I was deeply moved. Though Harrison was strict, the books he chose were all fascinating. I especially loved the ones about legendary stories behind antiques. Our life was simple, but Harrison never shortchanged me. Ten Christmases flew by, and on the same day I received my Harvard acceptance letter, Taylor’s name hit Twitter’s trending topics. She looked stunning in the video. Her perfect figure, delicate features, and outstanding presence made her an overnight sensation. Soon after, she returned to America. A stretch Lincoln pulled up in front of our little cabin. Taylor wore the latest Chanel, with a diamond bracelet sparkling on her wrist. Seeing me come out, she said contemptuously, “Country bumpkin, where’s my sister?” I replied calmly, “That would be me.” My attitude seemed to infuriate her. Taylor sneered, “Stop acting all high and mighty. You’re incredibly jealous of me, aren’t you?” She then signaled her bodyguard to open a briefcase and threw stacks of cash in my face. I couldn’t dodge in time, and the money left a bruise on my forehead. I didn’t pick up the money, just looked directly into her eyes and asked calmly, “Are you really happy?” Taylor burst into laughter as if she’d heard the world’s biggest joke. “I’m not happy? I live with princes and princesses, using things you could never afford in your lifetime. While you’re doing farm work, I’ve been traveling the world. How could I not be happy?” As someone who had experienced all of that myself, I could see the exhaustion beneath her glamorous exterior. Seeing that I remained unmoved, Taylor said as she turned to leave, “People raised by stuffy old men are boring as hell.” When Harrison returned from his card game and saw the injury on my forehead, he was so distressed that he immediately rushed to town to buy medicine. Watching his hunched figure, my tears finally fell. Dubai princess, international superstar—it was all a scam. They groomed beautiful girls just to decorate that hellhole. Glamorous stars only needed to do a little promotion, and fans would rush headlong toward so-called Dubai. In reality, they would transfer in Mexico and be sold to underground black markets. Compliant ones would be imprisoned and trained in fraud techniques, while the defiant would have their organs harvested and be thrown to feed fighting dogs. Beautiful girls were forced to become casino dealers or rich men’s mistresses, while plain-looking girls were sold to the lowest brothels. All of this was a nightmare for me. Dominick stripped away my freedom of thought, training me daily on how to please men. While I publicly claimed to be royalty, I was actually a high-end prostitute. To make me more perfect, Dominick required me to undergo ten plastic surgeries every month. My skull was injected with fillers to raise it, causing excruciating pain with the slightest movement. I also had to undergo breast augmentation and buttock enhancement surgeries. I was like a human doll then, with no dignity whatsoever. Taylor delivered an invitation to a jewelry appreciation event, claiming she wanted to let me, a country bumpkin, see the world. She threatened that if I didn’t agree to attend, she would keep harassing Harrison and me. Left with no choice, I had to go. Upon arriving at the venue, I presented my invitation, and the staff looked at me with disdain. Only then did I realize that these types of invitations were typically given by wealthy people to their mistresses. Taylor stood in the center of the dance floor, gracefully dancing with a male celebrity, drawing everyone’s attention. Based on my experience from my previous life, I knew this jewelry appreciation event was just a scam designed to deceive naive people into thinking they could make big money in Dubai. Sure enough, Dominick appeared the next second. When he saw me, his face twisted with disgust. “How did someone like this get in here?” After saying that, he walked over and pulled Taylor off the dance floor, then began chatting with several enthusiastic company executives. These men’s gazes kept drifting to Taylor’s chest, whether intentionally or not. Even so, Taylor maintained her graceful smile. To make the event look legitimate, they had invited some genuine buyers among their guests. A businessman named Zach Johnson showed satisfaction when he saw the centerpiece display. Noticing this, Dominick immediately nudged Taylor, and they walked toward Zach together. “Mr. Johnson, do you like this piece of jewelry? I happen to have a business deal I’d like to discuss with you. How about I have my daughter deliver the jewelry to your room tonight?” Not wanting to see more people get scammed, after Dominick walked away, I approached those businessmen and warned them: “Don’t believe any talk about making money abroad. There’s no such thing as a free lunch!” They looked at the radiant Taylor, then at me in my hoodie, and sneered. “You’re just jealous, aren’t you? Since you don’t have the opportunity, you want to stop us from making money!” Zach was different. After sensing Dominick’s intentions, he didn’t want to continue the conversation and turned his attention to me. “I think this lady is right. There’s no such thing as easy money in this world!” Dominick’s face darkened, and Taylor sighed helplessly: “Sister, you begged me to let you come to this party to broaden your horizons, and this is how you repay me by slandering me?” She was clearly lying. I remained calm and said: “The piece of jewelry Mr. Johnson was admiring earlier doesn’t have a long history—it’s probably an antique from the late 19th century. What kind of horizons could I possibly broaden at a jewelry appreciation event like this?” Seeing Zach look at me with approval, Dominick slapped me across the face. He hit me hard, and I fell to the ground with my entire face swelling up. Seeing Dominick and Taylor exchange glances, I had an ominous feeling. Taylor suddenly cried out: “My custom bracelet is missing! It was a birthday gift from the princess!” Everyone’s eyes focused on me. I, a poor woman jealous of her sister, was obviously the thief in everyone’s minds. Taylor waved her hand, signaling the security guards to take me away. They put a cloth bag over my head and interrogated me about the bracelet’s whereabouts. The suffocating sensation made me nearly faint, and tears of pain kept falling. Just when I was about to despair, I heard a familiar voice. “Don’t you dare bully my granddaughter!”

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When I returned to 1980, I quietly changed my heart’s desire from my original choice to the wealthy young man next door who always loved to flirt with me. My senator father, Tom Brown, was somewhat surprised by this but still respected my decision. In my previous life, Tom asked me which of the boys at the military base I fancied most. I wrote down Quentin Worthington’s name. Tom nodded and said, “Quentin earned his medal after just three years of service in the Marines. He’s definitely got a bright future ahead. He seems like he’d make a loyal and reliable husband.” Tom immediately arranged a date between Quentin and me. Both families thought we were a perfect match. Our wedding was grand, with nearly half the Pentagon in attendance. But six months after our marriage, Quentin was transferred to an Alaskan military base for a special mission. Not only did he leave me to care for his parents alone, but he also cut off contact with me when Tom fell seriously ill. After I finished arranging Tom’s funeral, I learned that Quentin had died in action. Under this double blow, I jumped from a building and killed myself, my soul lingering long after death. Forty years later, an elderly couple appeared at my grave. Quentin came to my grave with his arm around Lauren Phillips’ waist and said, “Lily, I’m sorry I deceived you back then. But Lauren was diagnosed with limited time left, so I could only ask for your forgiveness. If you want revenge, come find me.” So they had loved each other so deeply all along. Quentin had faked his death to deceive me for Lauren’s sake, thinking I resented them, which caused Lauren to fall terminally ill. Learning the truth, I finally found peace. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Tom asked me whom I wanted to marry. ***** “I heard you buried a time capsule in the park. Tell me, whose name did you write?” Tom looked at me with a gentle smile. I suddenly remembered how haggard he looked when he was seriously ill in my previous life. If it hadn’t been for Quentin’s mother, Sharon Foster, deliberately stalling, I could have seen Tom one last time. With tears streaming down my face, I couldn’t help but hug him and say, “Dad, I want to marry Nathaniel Beaumont.” Tom was stunned for a moment. “Nathaniel? I remember you liked Quentin, didn’t you?” Seeing me cry so sadly, he had to compromise. “Alright, Nathaniel is lucky indeed. When his father returns, I’ll go discuss this matter with him.” That would be in three days. I remembered that in my previous life, it was also three days later that Quentin and I officially got engaged. But this time, I wouldn’t go to Quentin’s house anymore. I wiped away my tears. My friends were still waiting for me in the living room. My friend Megan Smith ran over to urge me, saying, “The book club was your responsibility. How could you just agree when Lauren suggested burying a time capsule? She’s always targeting you—can’t you see that?” Thinking back, that was indeed true. When I was fifteen, I first experienced Lauren’s malice. She pointed at my dress and said loudly, “My God, don’t you even know how to use tampons?” That was the third year after my mother’s death. Because of this incident, my classmates all laughed at me behind my back. Worst of all, Quentin happened to be passing by our classroom. I was so ashamed that I didn’t go to school for a week. When I was eighteen, I secretly went to the shooting range to watch Quentin train, and Lauren followed. I felt someone push me from behind, and a bullet flew past my ear, nearly killing me. Tom was so angry he grounded me for a month. I now believe that must have been Lauren’s doing too. Yet in my previous life, I had completely failed to notice her hostility. This book club’s “time capsule burial” activity was also her idea. Lauren suggested writing down our crushes’ names and digging up the time capsule to celebrate once our wishes came true. I thought it was a romantic idea, so I adopted it. After being reborn and realizing the truth, I immediately changed Quentin’s name to Nathaniel’s. Megan was still defending me. I looked up to see Quentin running toward us. She thought Quentin was coming for me, but actually he had another purpose. “Lily, don’t let Mr. Brown contact my parents. I won’t marry you.” I was puzzled about how Quentin knew Tom planned to contact his parents. I instinctively tried to explain, “I didn’t…” “If you’re willing to help me and Lauren be together, I’ll consider you a good friend.” As he spoke, a hint of tenderness flashed in Quentin’s eyes, but it quickly turned cold again. “Otherwise, we can’t even be friends.” But in my previous life, he had clearly been willing to marry me. I didn’t know why he had suddenly changed his mind. Looking at Quentin’s determined expression, I wondered, “Could he have been reborn too?”

Quentin frowned, as if I were some thorny problem that needed solving. I couldn’t understand where the disgust in his eyes came from. I had never done anything to wrong their family. In my past life, if he hadn’t insisted on going to the Alaska military base, I wouldn’t have had to take care of his parents in his place, and Tom wouldn’t have gotten stomach ulcers from worrying about me without daring to tell me. Later, when Tom’s condition worsened, by the time I ran into Nathaniel accompanying him to the hospital, he was already in the late stages of stomach cancer. Sharon seemed easy to get along with, but she was actually a snob. When she saw Tom lose his power due to illness, she stopped pretending. I only went to the hospital a few times to bring Tom meals, and Sharon accused me of not caring about her. Left with no choice, I wrote to Quentin asking if he could take leave to come back, only to discover I couldn’t reach him at all. For a whole month, I watched Tom unable to eat even a bite, becoming nothing but skin and bones. Sharon spread rumors everywhere, saying she suspected I was dating doctors at the hospital, which was why I never came home. If it hadn’t been for Nathaniel taking care of Tom, I would have collapsed long ago. Later Tom died, and I resented Quentin for it. But then Quentin died too—though it was a fake death, I believed it at the time. Nathaniel begged me on the rooftop to keep living. My mind was in complete chaos then, and I decided not to cause him any more trouble. “What are you thinking about? You zone out the moment you see Quentin.” Nathaniel poked my forehead, pulling my thoughts back to reality. Only then did I realize I had been staring at Quentin for quite a while. Nathaniel continued, “You’re so ungrateful! I’m with you every day, but you don’t care about me.” The old me would have definitely scolded Nathaniel for being shameless by now. But I suddenly asked him, “If I cared about you, would you marry me?” Quentin beside us froze for a moment, then suddenly looked up. Nathaniel said in surprise, “Lily, you’ve gone too far! How dare you tease me?” He laughed helplessly, lacking confidence, “Sorry, I won’t joke around in front of Quentin anymore, okay?” “I…” I was about to explain when Nathaniel took the books from my arms and ran back to the living room, leaving Quentin and me staring at each other. Quentin’s gaze turned cold, “Give up. Lauren saved me, and I really can’t break her heart.” I touched the scar on the inside of my wrist, thinking how coincidental it was. I thought to myself, “I saved you too, and I can’t even play piano anymore because of you. Why aren’t you grateful to me? Since you’re so worried about me marrying you, I’ll let you worry for a few days.” “Instead of trying to convince me, you should convince your parents. After all, who wouldn’t like a senator’s daughter?” I said, feigning helplessness. Lauren’s father was just a minor clerk at a defense contractor, with an insignificant position, and her mother was a stepmother. Because of Sharon’s snobbery, it would be very difficult for Quentin to marry Lauren. Quentin glared at me, saying displeasedly, “Lily, stop pestering me! I’m not afraid of you anymore.” I was stunned, thinking, “So you only started being afraid of me after I died? Are you afraid that I’ll come back to seek revenge after being wronged by you?” Before I could voice my question, an urgent voice came from down the hallway: “Quentin! Lauren’s been hurt!”

So Quentin could worry about others after all. I remembered in my past life, when he received orders to transfer to the Alaska base, Sharon fainted from worry. I was anxious and restless, only able to think of going to church to light candles and pray for him. I knelt before the pews until my knees were bruised, and they never fully recovered after I got home. The day we saw Quentin off, he watched me struggle to walk properly. Not only did he show no sympathy, but he scolded me: “These religious rituals are useless. You’d be better off cooking a good meal for my parents. Lily, you’re not a little girl anymore. You need to learn how to be a proper military spouse.” Now Lauren had merely gotten a small cut on her hand—one that probably wouldn’t even leave a scar. Yet Quentin was extremely worried about her, cradling her finger as if afraid she might be in pain. “Lily Brown, you knew perfectly well that Lauren’s favorite book is ‘Gone with the Wind.’ What did you mean by hiding that razor blade in it?!” Quentin’s eyes were bloodshot as he carried Lauren toward the door. His footsteps made my heart ache. Lauren struggled shyly for a moment, then gripped Quentin’s hand tightly and shot me a provocative look. Before I could say anything, Quentin slammed the door shut. I stood there, my grip on the book suddenly tightening. “Lily! Your hand!” Blood gushed down. It turned out my beloved book had hidden an even sharper blade. Lauren was still treating me like a rival, as always. But there was no need. This time, I wouldn’t compete with her. Quentin’s outburst ended the book club meeting on the spot. Nathaniel carefully bandaged my wound. He said, “You really won’t go to the ER? Then I’ll have to use everything I learned to patch you up properly.” As Nathaniel spoke, he leaned closer, his breathing right by my ear. “Baby, what will you do without me in the future?” I turned my head and accidentally brushed his cheek with my nose. I said, “Then stick to me like gum. I’m not chasing you away…” Nathaniel looked at me in surprise, then shyly lowered his head. Then he laughed self-deprecatingly: “I wouldn’t want to interfere with your dates with Quentin.” After saying this, he shot me a petulant glare. I found it baffling. Early the next morning, I used my unbandaged hand to inventory the jewelry my mother had left me. That’s when Quentin angrily pounded on my door. “You had Lauren’s dance competition eligibility revoked, didn’t you?” His collar was slightly open, completely different from his usual proper appearance. I’d never seen him this angry over anyone. “I didn’t.” I pushed against Quentin’s shoulders, trying to get him to leave. Lauren ran over, pleading with me: “Lily, I know the chairman of the arts committee is your relative. Yesterday I accidentally cut my hand myself—it had nothing to do with you. I’ll testify to clear your name. Can you give me back my spot?” Lauren wiped away tears, as if I had really bullied her. “You didn’t have the ability to earn that spot yourself, so how is it my fault?” I couldn’t help but argue back. I heard a sharp crack and felt pain on my left cheek. Quentin’s hand trembled as he slapped me: “Lily, you’ve gone too far. How can you be so careless with other people’s futures? I only criticized you a little, and you went and framed Lauren. We all grew up together as friends—you’ve gone too far.” I looked at him coldly. Quentin was the last person in the world who had the right to say those words. It was too much when he abandoned me to go on dates with his lover at the military base. It was too much when he faked his death to trick me into supporting his parents. And forty Christmases after my death, when Quentin brought his mistress to visit my grave and asked me to let them go—that was the most excessive of all. Quentin noticed my bandaged hand and snorted coldly: “Lauren hurt her hand, so you bandaged yours too. Are you hoping I’ll pity you? Your acting is pathetic.” I shoved him hard and said, “Get out!” Blood seeped through the bandage on my hand. When Quentin saw it, he froze: “Lily, you…” I felt utterly powerless. I regretted not listening to Nathaniel yesterday and going straight to the ER for proper treatment. My hand wound must have gotten infected—otherwise, why would my head feel so dizzy and my consciousness so unclear? I passed out. “Lily!” “Lily!” When I opened my eyes again, I saw a mess of tousled hair. “Nathaniel?” “What’s wrong?” Nathaniel’s voice was hoarse, and he looked exhausted as he lifted his head to look at me. I checked my watch and realized I’d slept the entire day. Seeing me looking around, Nathaniel sighed. “Stop looking—that jerk isn’t here.” Megan walked in carrying a lunch box and said, “Quentin is such a bastard. He seemed so worried about you, but the moment Lauren said she felt dizzy, he ran off to her again. If Nathaniel hadn’t wanted to take you to the hospital to change your bandages, you would’ve burned to death right at your doorstep!” Nathaniel told Megan to stop talking. For a moment, I stared at that familiar back of his head. All my memories of Nathaniel came flooding back. I remembered Nathaniel taking off his jacket to cover my dirty dress, riding his bike to take me home. When I was grounded, Nathaniel would climb up to my window in the middle of the night, telling jokes to cheer me up. Nathaniel helped me organize Tom’s funeral. He once knelt by my gravestone all night before finally leaving in despair. Even after achieving success, Nathaniel still kept my photo on his nightstand. Someone secretly left nutritional supplements with my name on them at Quentin’s door. For forty Christmases after my death, Nathaniel still prepared birthday gifts for me every Christmas. I suddenly wanted to rush home and discuss marrying him with Nathaniel’s parents. The day felt incredibly long. By the time I was discharged and returned home, it was already midnight. Tom took two phone calls, and the next morning he was dressed and sitting properly in the living room. I didn’t expect Sharon to arrive first. She appeared at my door carrying gifts. “Lily, how’s your hand?” I was surprised. Behind her stood Quentin, looking guilty. He had gauze on his forehead, as if he’d been hit. Nathaniel, who had been coming to my house morning and evening, snorted coldly in displeasure. After exchanging pleasantries with Tom, Sharon said nervously, “Lily, don’t be angry. Once you two get married, I’ll make it up to you. Mr. Brown, Quentin and Lily are such a perfect match—what do you think about them being together?” As she spoke, she pulled out a jewelry box from her bag. Quentin frowned, but seeing Nathaniel looking dejected nearby, he inexplicably straightened his chest. I was stunned. The doorway suddenly became noisy. My friends had arrived. A complete set of Tiffany jewelry and a custom wedding dress were brought into the living room. “We want a bride as wonderful as Lily too!” Nathaniel’s parents came over from next door. “Nathaniel usually seems pretty carefree, but he really only cares about Lily. Lily, why don’t you consider dating Nathaniel?” Nathaniel changed from his previous nonchalant attitude and said seriously, “Mom, Dad, Lily actually doesn’t…” Before he could finish, Quentin let out a cold laugh. Quentin’s arrogant expression seemed to be waiting for his prize to voluntarily return to his hands. Suddenly, the room fell silent, with only the sound of my footsteps breaking the quiet. As I moved, Quentin’s expression changed from smug arrogance to disbelief. “Lily, you…” As I moved, Quentin’s expression changed from smug arrogance to disbelief. “Lily, you…” I said, “I’m willing to marry Nathaniel!” I said, “I’m willing to marry Nathaniel!”

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The new lawyer at our firm, Chloe Hill, claims she’s been reborn. A publicly traded company wanted to sign a ten-million-dollar contract with us, but she told our boss Josh Green that the company had problems. If we took on this case, our firm wouldn’t just lose—we’d face massive compensation claims. Josh listened to her advice with some skepticism. The next day, the company’s scandal was indeed exposed, and the law firm that took their case faced millions in damages. Afterward, Josh wanted to celebrate our narrow escape and asked me to book a restaurant for the celebration. But Chloe told Josh not to go to that restaurant because there would be a gas explosion. Sure enough, within hours, the restaurant’s gas explosion made headline news. After these two incidents, Josh became a firm believer that Chloe was truly reborn. To keep Chloe at the firm, he gave her the executive position he had originally promised me. When I submitted my resignation, Chloe urged Josh to stop me. “If Leah switches firms, within a year she’ll use the resources she gained at our firm to crush us, and the whole company will have to shut down.” My boyfriend and colleague Martin Gomez sided with Chloe. “Chloe’s right. I’ve already seen the job offer from Verity Law Firm in Leah’s email. She holds grudges—if she goes to Verity Law Firm, our firm will definitely face her revenge.” Josh believed their words and refused my resignation request. My labor arbitration application was useless, and I eventually ended up as a janitor at the firm. Unable to accept this fate, I developed depression and hanged myself at the company entrance. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Chloe claimed she was reborn. ***** In the firm’s conference room, Josh was about to sign a ten-million-dollar contract with a major public company when Chloe rushed in to stop him. “Don’t sign! This company has problems!” Josh was startled by her sudden behavior. “Chloe, what are you talking about? This is a ten-million-dollar deal!” This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for the firm. Chloe spoke with confidence and certainty: “Mr. Green, this company has falsified its performance records. A crisis will break out soon. If our firm takes this case, we won’t just lose—we’ll face massive compensation!” Josh was stunned. “Where did you hear this information?” The company representative immediately became flustered and defensively denied it: “That’s complete nonsense! Our company has no problems!” Chloe became even more confident. “I didn’t hear it from anywhere—I just know, because I’ve been reborn. Your company is deliberately offering us an astronomical legal fee because you want our firm to lose and help you pay breach-of-contract penalties!” Her words sounded convincing, and the representative’s face instantly went pale. Though Josh remained somewhat skeptical, he postponed the signing. The next day, the company was indeed exposed for having problems. Countless media outlets competed to report the story, various financial frauds were exposed, and the company directly declared bankruptcy. Chloe instantly became the firm’s hero, earning even Josh’s deep respect. It was then that I finally confirmed I had truly been reborn—reborn to the day Chloe claimed she was reborn. In my previous life, Chloe had done exactly the same thing, predicting problems with the ten-million-dollar contract, successfully preventing the firm’s losses, and shocking everyone. Afterward, Josh wanted to celebrate our narrow escape and asked me to book a restaurant for the celebration. But Chloe told Josh not to go to that restaurant because there would be a gas explosion. Sure enough, within hours, the restaurant’s gas explosion made headline news. After these two incidents, Josh became a firm believer that Chloe was truly reborn. To keep Chloe at the firm, he gave her the executive position he had originally promised me. When I submitted my resignation, Chloe urged Josh to stop me. “If Leah switches firms, within a year she’ll use the resources she gained at our firm to crush us, and the whole company will have to shut down.” After hearing Chloe’s words, my boyfriend and colleague Martin also said: “Chloe’s right. I’ve already seen the job offer from Verity Law Firm in Leah’s email. She holds grudges—if she goes to Verity Law Firm, our firm will definitely face her revenge.” Josh believed their words and refused my resignation request. My labor arbitration application was useless, and I eventually ended up as a janitor at the firm. Unable to accept this fate, I developed depression and hanged myself at the company entrance. I never expected that I would be reborn to the day Chloe claimed she was reborn. This time, I definitely won’t let the tragedy of my previous life happen again.

Sure enough, while my thoughts were in turmoil, Josh suggested going to a restaurant for dinner again. I paused and gave the exact same response as in my previous life: “Sure, we can go to Grill Garden like last time—” Before I could finish, Chloe interrupted me once again: “No! There’s going to be a gas explosion at Grill Garden tonight, and many people will die. If we go there, we’ll die too!” Everyone froze, looking at each other with skepticism. “How is that possible? How could that restaurant have a gas explosion?” “Yeah, that restaurant has high safety standards and gets fire inspections every month. Chloe, are you under too much work stress and having hallucinations?” “Rebirth is too ridiculous. Who actually gets reborn?” Facing everyone’s doubts, Chloe appeared arrogant and confident: “If you don’t believe me, then go ahead and have dinner at that restaurant tonight. But if there really is an explosion and you get hurt, don’t blame me for not warning you.” Just like in my previous life, she spoke with such conviction, her confident demeanor making everyone afraid to argue further. After all, no one wanted to risk their life. Martin, who had been silent, stepped forward: “I don’t think Chloe would lie about something like this. Let’s not go to Grill Garden today and just go to the pizza place downstairs instead.” After saying this, he deliberately looked at me: “Leah, what do you think?” I looked at him, sneering inwardly while maintaining a calm expression: “Sure.” Seeing Chloe’s calculating look, I became even more convinced that this whole thing wasn’t so simple. While everyone was heading downstairs, I went to the adjacent elevator area and anonymously called the owner of Grill Garden to remind them to check their gas lines. After that, I also called the fire department with a tip, claiming I suspected a gas leak at the restaurant and asking them to inspect it. An hour later, the fire department called me back: they had completed their inspection and replaced all the old equipment, so there would be no fire risk in the near future. I breathed a sigh of relief and continued eating at the pizza place downstairs. However, just then, piercing fire alarm sirens suddenly sounded outside the pizza place. Four or five fire trucks raced past the entrance one after another, heading toward Grill Garden. Everyone was stunned. Martin was the first to react, pulling out his phone: “Everyone, check the news! Grill Garden had a gas explosion ten minutes ago, and all the customers on the first floor were blown away! Chloe’s prediction actually came true!” I was completely stunned on the spot. How was this possible? I had clearly warned the restaurant and had the fire department inspect it, so how could there still be an explosion? Could Chloe actually be telling the truth? Had she really been reborn?

The restaurant fell silent instantly, with everyone turning to look at Chloe, completely convinced of her identity as someone reborn. Chloe put on a heavy expression and lowered her head, sighing, “Since things are already destined, what’s meant to happen will happen. All we can do is accept reality.” She deliberately looked my way: “Leah, I think you should understand this too.” I met her gaze: “What are you trying to say?” Chloe glanced at Josh with a troubled expression: “I know you’ve been waiting for Mr. Green to promote you to senior partner, but unfortunately, the person Mr. Green has in mind is me. I know you don’t want to accept it, but there’s nothing we can do—this is destined to happen.” Josh, still in shock, was stunned. I could tell that before Chloe said this, he hadn’t even considered the promotion, but after her two successful predictions earlier, he was completely convinced by her. He immediately said, “Yes, Chloe, you’re right. I was indeed planning to make you senior partner.” Then he looked at me: “Leah, this is destined. It can’t be changed.” I sneered inwardly and looked at Chloe: “Ms. Hill, what you want isn’t just the senior partner position, but also those cases I handle that make up almost half the firm’s business, right?” Chloe avoided my gaze, not expecting me to see through her intentions. She immediately retorted: “Don’t talk nonsense! How could someone reborn like me care about your measly cases? I’m just telling everyone what’s about to happen!” “Really?” I smiled slightly, staring at Chloe: “Then are you going to predict next that I’m planning to jump ship because you stole my position?” Chloe’s expression changed instantly, and she instinctively glanced at Martin nearby, clearly panicked. She quickly composed herself and looked at me again: “Looks like you’re feeling guilty, so you revealed your plan early? Since that’s the case, I won’t hide it from everyone anymore. Mr. Green, Leah wants to jump ship to our rival Verity Law Firm, and then she’ll use our firm’s resources to crush us. Eventually, the firm will go bankrupt and we’ll all have to disband!” “Is what she’s saying true?” Josh’s expression immediately turned cold, looking at me with hostility. Chloe glanced at Martin, who immediately put on a grave expression and stepped forward to “testify” for Chloe. “Leah, so that offer in your email was from Verity Law Firm! I thought it was spam and didn’t pay attention to it. Now I see you’ve been planning to betray our firm all along!” Martin is my boyfriend, so his words naturally made Chloe’s accusations even more credible. My colleagues immediately looked at me with strange expressions and began whispering among themselves. “Chloe is amazing! She actually knew in advance that Leah was going to betray us. She really saved us all—otherwise the firm would go bankrupt and we’d all lose our jobs.” “I’m getting goosebumps. I never imagined Leah could be such a scheming person, even hiding things from her own boyfriend!” “Exactly! If Chloe hadn’t been reborn and come back, we would’ve all become sacrificial pawns in Leah’s plan!” Just like in my previous life, everyone refused to give me any chance to explain. Josh’s face turned ashen as he slammed the table and stood up. “Leah, I’ve mentored and promoted you for so many years, and this is how you repay me?” Chloe watched everyone’s reactions with satisfaction, then walked up to Josh and looked directly at me. “Sorry, Leah, but for the sake of hundreds of jobs at this firm, I had to tell the truth. I can’t let the entire firm be destroyed just to protect one person—you understand, right?” I looked at her smug expression, at Martin standing on her side, at my boss and colleagues with their hostile stares, and felt my heart turn cold as ice. In my previous life, they caused my tragic death, and now they want to do it again. I absolutely won’t let them succeed! I clenched my fists and looked up at Martin. “I never sent my resume to Verity Law Firm—there’s no way I could have received an offer from them!” Chloe laughed softly. “Leah, stop denying it! Martin saw it with his own eyes. What’s the point of pretending? The legal profession despises betrayal above all else. If Josh makes your situation public, you’ll never work in this industry again! I suggest you apologize to Josh right now—maybe I can even put in a good word for you.” Martin immediately chimed in: “Exactly! When you’re blacklisted from the industry and living in poverty, it’ll be too late for regrets. No one will want anything to do with you then!” “Is that so?” I let out a cold laugh and slowly walked toward Chloe, stopping right in front of her. “Since you’ve been reborn, don’t your memories from your previous life tell you that my computer has hidden surveillance software?” Chloe’s smile vanished instantly. “What do you mean?” “It’s simple. Who actually used my computer to secretly send a resume to Verity Law Firm, and who’s really colluding with them behind the scenes—my computer surveillance recorded everything. I’m going to open it right now and let everyone see for themselves!” I opened my laptop with a cold smile, turned the screen toward Josh, and directly pulled up the surveillance footage. Soon, a clear figure appeared on the screen. Everyone present immediately changed color, turning their heads to look.

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I had carefully prepared dinner for our seventh wedding anniversary, but my husband Alexander Sinclair still didn’t show up. On our first wedding anniversary, Alexander’s secretary Madison Blair said her relative had died. Alexander didn’t hesitate to change out of his suit and put on black funeral attire to attend the service. I waited for him on the observation deck in five-degree weather until dawn. On our second anniversary, Madison sprained her ankle. Alexander kicked me out of the car, leaving me to get soaked in the pouring rain as he drove off. I ended up running into Alexander at the hospital, kneeling in front of Madison helping her tie her shoes. Every anniversary after that, Madison always found a way to lure him away. I had hysterical breakdowns many times, but Alexander just scolded me for lacking empathy. “There are many anniversaries, but what if Madison gets hurt because of you?” On our seventh wedding anniversary, Alexander left again. I saw Madison’s Instagram update and learned she was pregnant and nearly had a miscarriage. Alexander was so worried his eyes were bloodshot. This time I didn’t lose my temper. I just sent Alexander a message: [I don’t want to celebrate our anniversary with you anymore. Let’s get divorced.] ***** After sending the message, Alexander never replied, but I didn’t care anymore. Looking at the candlelit dinner I’d carefully prepared in the restaurant’s private dining room, I picked up my purse and left. In the lobby, the restaurant manager smiled and handed me his business card: “Mrs. Sinclair, you can make reservations in advance for your next holiday celebration.” I shook my head: “No need. I won’t be celebrating anniversaries anymore.” When Alexander came to the private room for our date today, I thought he wouldn’t leave again. But then Madison called him, and Alexander left without hesitation. What I saw last was Madison’s pregnancy test photo on Instagram and a picture of Alexander cooking for her. My phone chimed. Madison taunted me: “Bitch, you can’t even keep your own husband. You’re nothing compared to me.” I tapped the screen with my finger: “Alexander is all yours. I don’t want him anymore.” Then I turned off my phone and went straight home. As soon as I walked in, I saw our little dog Buddy wagging his tail as he ran to greet me. Sensing my bad mood, he rubbed against my legs. I had just picked him up when Alexander came home. The moment he walked in, he questioned me with displeasure: “What do you mean by asking for a divorce? It’s just an anniversary. Is it really necessary to get this angry?” I looked at Alexander. The hickeys on his neck were obvious. My expression turned disappointed. He said dismissively: “I told you Madison is just my assistant. I should take care of her.” I closed my eyes, trying to stay calm. “Assistant? Your way of taking care of your assistant is getting her pregnant, caring for her, and abandoning your wife over and over again?” Alexander was momentarily speechless, seemingly not expecting me to confront him so directly. Embarrassed and angry, he simply admitted to the affair. “Yes, I cheated, but didn’t you also seduce other men behind my back in college?” I froze, looking at him in disbelief: “What did you say?” After college, to help Alexander expand his network, I attended business cocktail parties every day. I didn’t know someone had spiked my drink with an aphrodisiac. That nauseating smell and those rough hands gave me nightmares for a long time. Although the man ultimately didn’t succeed, I couldn’t accept what happened and asked Alexander to break up. Back then, Alexander cried and held me, swearing he would always protect me and never let me get hurt again. Now, the husband I’d loved for so many years was using that incident to attack me. Alexander was even saying it was all my fault! Alexander seemed to realize he’d said something wrong and quickly added: “Did I say anything wrong? Look at yourself now! Madison is young and beautiful, and she can help me in my career. Any man would choose her! I’ll make up the anniversary gift to you. Stop making a scene.” I didn’t respond. The smile in our wedding photo on the wall now seemed utterly ironic. I just felt heartbroken. Sinclair Group was founded by Alexander and me together. After the company grew, Alexander repeatedly persuaded me to quit and become a full-time housewife. He said: “I don’t want you to work so hard. You should enjoy life at home.” I believed him. But after I quit, Alexander started cutting back on the money he gave me, telling me to spend rationally. I didn’t need this kind of life. After Madison became his assistant, he started mentioning her name every day. When I went to the company to bring Alexander lunch, I discovered the whole office was gossiping about their affair. When I asked about his relationship with Madison, Alexander flew into a rage, accusing me of doubting his loyalty. He even threatened that if I slandered them again, he’d divorce me. Because I loved Alexander, I compromised again and again. Seeing that I wasn’t speaking, Alexander was about to say something when his phone rang. He glanced at it, and his expression immediately softened. “Alex, the baby and I are hungry. Can you come back and cook for us?” Madison cooed over the phone. Alexander agreed and left without looking back. The door slammed shut. I held back my tears, remembering in a daze that Alexander and I once had happy times too. We once had a child too…

Alexander and I actually had a child when we first got married. Back then, he was always out late for business dinners to grow the company, and I’d pick him up to bring him home. Alexander would always take my hand with such happiness on his face, talking about our future together. But on the way home one night, a drunk driver came speeding toward us. I instinctively pushed Alexander out of the way, but I got hit instead. I hemorrhaged and miscarried, spending two weeks in the ICU. Alexander knelt by my hospital bed, crying and apologizing over and over, promising he’d never let me get hurt again. But after the accident, I couldn’t get pregnant. I tried countless medications and saw specialists everywhere, but nothing worked. Alexander held me and swore, “It doesn’t matter. Having kids or not—I just want you to be happy.” But now that life’s gotten better, Alexander broke his promise and fell in love with someone else. I took a deep breath and stopped crying. I looked around. This huge mansion, no matter how warmly I decorated it, still felt cold and empty. Ever since Alexander started his affair with Madison, he’d been coming home less and less. I decided to contact a real estate agent to put the house on the market. He had money now anyway—plenty of places to live. I took down our wedding photo from the wall and picked up scissors, cutting it to pieces with determination. My heart ached. This wedding photo was actually one we’d taken later to replace the original. When I first noticed Alexander’s special treatment of Madison, my instincts drove me to meet with her. I revealed my identity as Alexander’s wife and tried to reason with her: “Miss Blair, you’re still young—don’t act impulsively.” But Madison looked at me with a cold laugh, saying dismissively, “You’re useless, old, and ugly—don’t blame me for stealing your husband. “You think I couldn’t get Mr. Sinclair to destroy your wedding photos with just one word?” I didn’t believe her. Back then, I was convinced Alexander still loved me. But when I got home, I found our bedroom wedding photo torn up and thrown on the floor. Alexander just casually explained, “I accidentally tore the wedding photo.” That’s when I knew he didn’t love me anymore. I waited seven years after that, but he never changed. I snapped back to reality and started cleaning up the mess on the floor. Suddenly the door opened—Alexander had come back. Seeing me kneeling on the ground, he frowned with disgust. “What are you doing?” He kicked the debris aside without even looking and grabbed my wrist hard. “Madison just collapsed. She’s been diagnosed with acute leukemia. You need to come with me to the hospital right now for bone marrow compatibility testing!” Alexander looked frantic. For a moment, I almost saw a glimpse of the Alexander who used to care about me. “I’m not going. Why should I get tested?” I pulled my hand away from Alexander’s grip. But his expression darkened, and he grabbed my collar, dragging me toward the door. “You don’t have a choice!” He dragged me so roughly that I stumbled and hit my waist against the table corner. The sharp pain brought tears to my eyes, but Alexander didn’t care at all. Behind us, Buddy barked loudly, trying to follow, but Alexander kicked him away. “Buddy!” I struggled desperately with tears in my eyes, but Alexander still forced me into the car. As I fought back, the car door slammed shut on my hand. He drove at breakneck speed, even running several red lights. Watching Alexander’s desperate urgency, I felt nothing but heartbreak. At the hospital, Alexander dragged me along, completely ignoring the scrapes on my body and my bare, injured feet. He pushed me to the nurses’ station and said, “I found a compatible donor. Draw her bone marrow immediately! “Use every method available—you have to save my wife!” Hearing Alexander call Madison his wife, I stared at him in shock. I clenched my fists and said firmly, “I refuse! Why should I donate bone marrow to the woman who destroyed my marriage?” Alexander looked at me with a dark expression, as if I was being unreasonable. He said, “Emma, I gave you a home, but you can’t even have children! “Now I’m asking you to donate bone marrow to save Madison and my child. You have no right to refuse.”

I stood there, frozen in place. Alexander’s expression felt foreign and disgusting to me. Afraid he might exaggerate and expose my privacy, I reluctantly agreed: “Fine.” I have a phobia of hospitals. Before I could follow the nurse out, Alexander’s cold voice came from behind me: “Don’t worry, I’ll be waiting for you outside.” I didn’t turn around, feeling utterly miserable inside. An hour later, while I was resting, I heard Alexander’s urgent voice: “When will the compatibility results be ready? Will the amount of bone marrow you drew affect the test results? Draw more of her bone marrow!” The nurse tried to explain, but Alexander coldly told her: “If there are any problems with the test, your hospital can’t handle the responsibility.” The nurse had no choice but to draw more of my bone marrow. My consciousness grew increasingly blurry, and I felt completely hopeless about Alexander. When I woke up again, I was already lying in a hospital room. The door opened, and Alexander walked in saying: “Your bone marrow doesn’t match Madison’s. I’ll keep looking for suitable bone marrow. You should go home and rest first.” I didn’t say a word. Only then did he notice the bandaged wounds on my body. My feet were covered in wounds, and even after the doctor’s treatment, they looked terrible. Alexander seemed nervous and immediately crouched down to examine my injuries: “I’m sorry, Emma. I was too anxious at the time.” He held my hand apologetically. But his action hurt my hand that had been injured by the car door: “Let go!” Alexander looked somewhat surprised, gazing at me with what seemed like genuine concern. He said: “Emma, I do love you, but I can’t give up my right to have children for you. That puts too much pressure on me. Madison is innocent—don’t take your anger out on her. Here’s my bank card; consider this money as compensation for you.” As Alexander spoke, he pressed a card into my hand. Looking at his weary expression, I found it laughable, but I still took the bank card. Since I couldn’t get love, I might as well get the money. I said: “I won’t make things difficult for her. Once I’m discharged, we’ll get divorced.” Hearing my words, Alexander’s face changed dramatically. He suddenly stood up, looking down at me from above: “I told you I would never divorce. Don’t even think about—” He didn’t finish his sentence as a nurse came in saying Madison wanted to see him. Alexander glanced at me and said: “Think it over carefully!” With that, he strode out. Two days later, I was discharged. When I returned home, Buddy didn’t greet me as usual. I panicked. I searched the entire house but couldn’t find Buddy. Only after checking the security footage did I discover that Alexander had come back and taken him away. I immediately rushed back to the hospital, but outside Madison’s room, I heard her retching. “Alex, I wanted to eat dog meat, but this smell is too awful…” “Then forget it.” Alexander didn’t hesitate to throw the meat into the trash can. My whole body trembled, and I couldn’t control my tears. Buddy was the dog Alexander and I had adopted together last Christmas. We’d raised him like our own child all these Christmases. He could actually be so heartless as to kill him for Madison! With red eyes, I rushed into the room and slapped Madison hard across the face. “Why? Why steal my husband and then kill Buddy too?” The loud slap stunned them both. The next second, Alexander forcefully pushed me away, angrily saying: “Madison is pregnant and can eat whatever she wants. It’s just a dog, yet you’re being so unreasonable!” I couldn’t steady myself and my back hit the wall. Enduring the pain, I stood up and slapped Alexander across the face, crying and shouting: “Just for this woman, you killed Buddy. You bastard! I regret ever meeting you!” Alexander flew into a rage, scolding: “What did you say?” I said nothing more, bending down to pick up Buddy’s bones from the trash can. Then, I looked at him with determination and said: “Tomorrow, I’ll be waiting for you at the law firm to handle the divorce papers.”

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Our breakup was ugly. The year he loved me most, I took $500,000 from his mother, aborted our child, and betrayed him. He knelt outside the operating room, crying and begging me not to be so cruel. He said he would hate me for the rest of his life. Six years later, when we met again, he had found a beautiful girlfriend from a similar background and was about to get married. I came to him in a desperate state, wanting to borrow some money. He forced me to attend his wedding, wanting me to witness him marrying another woman. He asked me if I regretted it. What he didn’t know was that I had raised our child alone. That child was sick and dying.

After my rebirth, I decisively called my mother-in-law, who favors sons over daughters, to the city to help me take care of my daughter. In my previous life, when my daughter was craving mango cake, she broke out in red rashes all over her body and had trouble breathing after just one bite. My husband pointed at me and cursed: “I never thought you could be so vicious, actually trying to harm your own biological daughter!” Later, when I took her shopping at the mall, she suddenly cried and hugged my leg: “Mommy, don’t sell me! I still have pocket money—you can take it to buy drugs.” I was pushed down the escalator by angry bystanders and died from the fall. Even until my death, I couldn’t understand why my daughter would treat me this way. After my rebirth, I returned to the day I bought the mango cake. “Miss, we’re out of mangoes. How about a strawberry cake instead? The strawberry ones are delicious too.” The cake shop employee nudged me, and I suddenly snapped back to reality, looking at the familiar scene before me. “Sorry, miss, mango cakes have been so popular lately that we’ve sold out. Would you like to try a different fruit? Strawberry or cherry would work—I’ll give you twenty percent off.” I calmed down: “Fine, but not strawberry or cherry.” Walking out of the shop with the cake, I let out a long breath, finally certain that I had been reborn. In my previous life, my daughter Nina Wiley had been craving mango cake. I immediately agreed and ran to several cake shops before finding one. After bringing it home, Nina had barely taken a bite when her face suddenly turned red, large patches of rashes appeared on her limbs, and her breathing became labored. I rushed her to the hospital. The doctor said it was fortunate we arrived in time—severe allergic reactions could be life-threatening. My husband Keith Wiley was furious, pointing at me and scolding: “She’s your own daughter! How could you be so heartless!” I stood there stunned. Nina was five years old this Christmas, and I had bought her mangoes several times before without any allergic reactions. Yet this time, she had an allergic reaction after eating the cake I bought. Later, I read online that allergies could develop later in life. Combined with seeing my daughter weak in the hospital bed, I didn’t have the heart to think too deeply about it and could only vow to love her twice as much. One day, I took Nina to the mall to buy dresses. As soon as we walked into the store, she suddenly hugged my leg and cried: “Mommy, don’t sell me! I still have pocket money—you can take it to buy drugs. “I’ll eat less at home from now on and won’t cost you too much money. Mommy, please, I’m begging you.” Her crying attracted the attention of mall shoppers. Angry people pushed me down the escalator, and I died from a broken spine. Even until my death, I couldn’t understand why my sweet, well-behaved daughter had become like this. On my way home with the cake, I made up my mind that this time I would definitely figure out what had happened and get my revenge. As soon as I got home, Nina immediately rushed over. Seeing the cake in my hands, she smiled happily: “Mommy, you bought cake!” I placed the cake on the table, and Nina immediately pounced over to hug me. Holding her small body, I felt somewhat dazed. How could such an adorable daughter possibly have caused my death? Could what happened in my previous life have just been a dream? Keith walked over: “Honey, you spoil her too much. It’s not even her birthday—why is she eating cake?” I smiled: “We can afford it. As long as Nina wants to eat it, I’ll buy it for her.” Nina made a face at Keith: “Daddy, you’re mean. I don’t want to talk to you anymore.” I unwrapped the cake and cut a piece, placing it in front of her. I wanted to see whether I was overthinking things or if I had really raised an ungrateful daughter.

After Nina finished half the cake, she didn’t have an allergic reaction like in my previous life. I had just breathed a sigh of relief when the next second, the cake spoon clattered to the floor. “My stomach hurts so bad!” Nina collapsed on the ground, clutching her stomach and rolling around, constantly scratching her arms until she was about to draw blood. Keith quickly picked her up. “Nina, what’s wrong?” Nina covered her throat, her voice weak. “Daddy, my stomach hurts so much, I feel like I can’t breathe.” Keith immediately shouted at me: “Call an ambulance!” I dialed 911 right away and brought the unfinished cake with us before leaving. Nina didn’t fall into a coma like in my previous life. Instead, as time went on, she couldn’t keep up the act and could only pretend to clutch her stomach and say it hurt. At the hospital, the doctor approached and patiently asked her: “What did you just eat?” Nina, lying on the hospital bed, immediately burst into tears. “I ate the mango cake my mom bought me.” She deliberately emphasized the word “mango,” and my heart completely sank. Before the doctor could react, Keith immediately shoved me. “Aisha! Why are you so vicious? Nina is clearly allergic to mangoes! Why would you still buy her a mango cake!” I was completely bewildered. “When did Nina become allergic to mangoes? She never used to be like this.” “I told you ages ago! You’re such an unfit mother, you can’t even remember your own child is allergic to mangoes!” I was even more confused. “When did you tell me? You must be mistaken.” I turned to look at Nina. “Nina, have you forgotten? I used to buy you dried mangoes, and you loved eating them. And wasn’t it you who said you wanted mango cake, which is why I went to buy it?” I hoped she would admit it, but she disappointed me again. “Mommy, you’re so mean. I never said that. I can’t eat mangoes!” I was completely disappointed in her. The girl in front of me was no longer that adorable Nina, and this incident wasn’t accidental—it was deliberate. She was the one who initially asked me to buy the mango cake, but now she claimed she never said that, pushing all the blame onto me. People around us were also drawn over and began criticizing me. “She can’t even remember her daughter’s allergens. She must be a stepmother, right?” “She’s so heartless. If such a cute little girl were my daughter, that would be wonderful.” “This kind of woman doesn’t deserve to be a mother. She’s even trying to shift the blame onto the little girl. Thank goodness this little girl is smart.” Hearing the accusations from everyone around, Keith quickly shoved me again: “Hurry up and apologize to Nina! If you do this again, I’ll divorce you!” I stepped aside to avoid him. “I didn’t do anything wrong. Why should I apologize?” “How dare you be so stubborn!” The onlookers all gave Keith advice. “This is child abuse. Call the police and have her arrested.” I ignored these accusatory voices and looked at the doctor. “Is she really having an allergic reaction?” The doctor had only conducted a preliminary examination and hadn’t confirmed anything yet when Keith accused me. The doctor said vaguely: “She has stomach pain and itching in her limbs, which does seem like allergic symptoms.” I nodded and asked Nina again. “Are you sure what you just ate was mango cake?” Nina answered without hesitation: “Yes, you bought mango cake.” Keith didn’t understand what I was doing. He pulled me aside and scolded: “Are you threatening her? Nina is still so young—would she lie?” I let out a cold laugh: “She wouldn’t lie, but she would talk nonsense!”

The cake I brought finally came in handy. “Open your eyes and look carefully—does this spaghetti have mango in it?” “I went to the bakery today, and the owner said they were out of mango, so he gave me peach cake instead.” “Look, this is clearly peach!” I held up the cake and walked around the room, making sure everyone could see it clearly. I even forced the person who had been shouting the loudest earlier to take a bite. After confirming it was peach cake, everyone’s expression toward Keith and Nina instantly changed. “Why didn’t you mention earlier that you bought peach cake?” Keith asked. “Did you give me a chance to speak?” Someone in the crowd muttered quietly, “If this is peach cake, then her allergy was fake. Kids these days are such good actors—they can even fake allergies.” This sudden turn of events caught Nina completely off guard. She sat on the hospital bed, looking lost. The red marks she had deliberately scratched earlier had mostly faded, showing no signs of an allergic reaction—clearly fake. Keith quickly walked over and said sternly, “Nina, you’ve really gone too far this time. Even if you don’t want to go to school, there’s no need to fake being sick.” Nina immediately understood what he meant and began sobbing with her head down. “I’m sorry, Mommy. I’m a bad child. Please hit me.” If I continued to blame her, I’d look petty. After all, she was just a child, and making mistakes was understandable. I walked over and patted her head. “If you don’t want to go to school, I can call in sick for you. Faking illness is wrong—you nearly scared me to death.” Seeing our family being so harmonious, the onlookers lost interest and dispersed. Since it was confirmed that Nina was faking her illness, there was no point staying at the hospital any longer, so Keith immediately took Nina home. I made an excuse about having something to do and parted ways with them. After watching them leave, I called Keith’s mother, Ruby Wiley. In my previous life, because Ruby favored boys over girls, I caught her stealing Nina’s formula and using Nina’s washbasin to wash her feet. I sent her back to her rural hometown. Keith had even resented me for that incident. But I was just protecting my own daughter—even if it meant being scolded, I had to do it. Now that I realized how ungrateful Nina was, I didn’t want her anymore. After this incident, Nina returned to her usual cute and well-behaved appearance. But I knew in my heart that her current behavior was all an act, and she was ready to cause me trouble again at any moment. That weekend, she suddenly pulled me aside, saying she wanted to go out and play. I didn’t want to go out initially, but as soon as I refused, she started crying sadly, so loudly that neighbors texted me asking me not to hit the child. I had no choice but to take her out. She led me to a wide street, not wanting toys or snacks, just walking forward continuously. I couldn’t help but feel nervous. The quieter Nina got, the more trouble I knew was coming. The next second, when I wasn’t paying attention, she broke free from my grip and rushed toward the main road. Just then, a large truck was heading straight for her. My heart jumped into my throat, and I instinctively lunged forward to push her out of the way. As the truck was about to hit me, the driver yanked the steering wheel hard, and the truck crashed into the landscaped median. The driver wasn’t hurt. He got out and yelled, “Didn’t you watch your kid? You damaged my truck!” I quickly apologized: “I’m sorry, it’s all my fault. I’ll pay whatever it costs.” I strode forward and slapped Nina twice: “Are you crazy? What if you’d been killed!” Actually, I wished she had been killed. I’d been standing at a distance and saw her expression when the truck crashed into the median—she looked clearly disappointed. She must have been disappointed that the truck didn’t kill me directly. Damn muscle memory. In that instant, I’d acted purely on instinct, lunging to push her away. She was counting on exactly that, trying to get me killed. I couldn’t believe that at only six years old, she could be so vicious. The thought made me hit her even harder. This was the first time I’d ever hit Nina. I had to teach her a proper lesson. I grabbed her by the collar and pushed her toward the driver: “Apologize to him right now!” “Forget it, she’s just a kid. You’d better pay up quickly, plus compensation for lost time. I was supposed to deliver this load tonight.” I nodded repeatedly: “Of course, I’ll definitely pay, whatever it costs.” The driver called the police, and I called Keith. When he heard Nina had nearly been hit by a truck, he immediately dropped everything and rushed over. As soon as he saw me, he scolded: “Aisha, you actually let her cross the street alone? If something had happened to Nina, I wouldn’t forgive you.” I rolled my eyes. I was the one who’d nearly been hurt, while Nina was perfectly fine after I pushed her away—just with slightly dirty clothes. “Just pay up. It’s all your daughter’s fault,” I said. Seeing her backup had arrived, Nina immediately threw herself into Keith’s arms, crying. Her face was red and swollen from my slaps. Keith felt heartbroken seeing it, and his eyes grew even angrier as he looked at me. I just fiddled with my fingernails, pretending not to notice. The driver was eager to make his delivery and immediately urged Keith to pay up. After the damage assessment, the repair costs plus lost wages came to over fifty thousand dollars. Keith was furious. He’d thought it would be a few thousand at most, never expecting the driver to demand so much compensation. I smiled. I wasn’t about to pay that much money—I’d called him here specifically to make him pay. The police also pulled up the roadside surveillance footage, which clearly showed Nina breaking free from my hand and running straight into the road, with me going to rescue her. Even the truck driver praised me for being a good mother. Keith’s expression changed as he looked at Nina, reproaching her: “What were you doing running into the road?” Nina couldn’t tell all these people that she wanted me dead, so she could only use crying to deflect. But this made Keith even angrier: “All you do is cry. Can’t you behave yourself?” “That’s right, that’s tens of thousands of dollars. Your dad and I have to work a long time to earn that much,” I said. As soon as I finished speaking, a familiar voice shrieked: “What? You had to pay tens of thousands of dollars!” Before I could react, Ruby grabbed Nina and slapped her bottom: “You’re nothing but bad luck!” Seeing his mother hit Nina, Keith didn’t know how to stop her and could only watch coldly. After paying the driver, we left the police station. Keith frowned at me: “You go home first. I still have some business to take care of.” I watched his retreating figure thoughtfully. After he’d gone far enough, I handed Nina over to Ruby and quietly followed Keith. Keith went to the hospital and then entered a private room. I slowly approached and looked at the scene inside. Finally, everything became clear. The mystery from my past life was finally solved. I finally understood why my daughter had become the way she was.

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When my good friend Sofia Gomez, who had always been afraid of dogs, suddenly told me she wanted to buy a pet dog, I knew she had been reborn too. In my previous life, I bought a pure white toy poodle at the pet market. Ever since that pure white toy poodle came into my home, I was blessed with incredible luck. My boss Zoe Morgan, who had never gotten along with me, proactively gave me a promotion and raise. Even clients I’d never been able to close suddenly requested to sign contracts specifically with me. Most importantly, our company’s CEO Theodore Jones got down on one knee and proposed to me after a cocktail party, saying he wanted to marry me. I accepted Theodore’s proposal and invited my good friend Sofia to attend our wedding to witness my moment of happiness. But on my wedding day, out of jealousy, Sofia stabbed me to death with a knife, saying bitterly: “Why does someone like you get to marry Theodore while I have to work my ass off every day?” When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Sofia and I went to the pet market to buy a dog. “This toy poodle is so cute. How much is it? I’ll take it.” Inside the pet market, Sofia, who had always been afraid of dogs, excitedly rushed to a vendor’s stall and bought that white toy poodle without even haggling. Afterward, she quickly clutched the dog to her chest, as if afraid I might snatch it away. Seeing this scene, I was certain she had been reborn too. Sure enough, Sofia held the toy poodle in her arms with immense excitement, looking at me smugly and saying: “Sorry, Liliana Scott. I know you wanted to buy this dog too, but I got it first. Now I’m going to have good luck and make a fortune. Who knows, I might even meet my Prince Charming.” She was incredibly excited, her eyes filled with triumphant joy as she looked at me. But I simply said calmly: “I never wanted to buy that dog.” In my previous life, I only bought it because the vendor kept playing the pity card, saying it was sick and would be thrown away. Out of compassion, I bought it. But I never expected it would change my entire life. Hearing my words, Sofia didn’t believe me and said: “How is that possible? In your last life, you…” Halfway through, she stopped. As if afraid I might figure something out, she glanced at me and then said nothing more. But I knew exactly what she hadn’t said. In my previous life, after I bought that dog, I was blessed with incredible luck. Zoe, who had never gotten along with me, proactively gave me a promotion and raise, and clients I’d never been able to close suddenly requested to sign contracts specifically with me. Even our company’s CEO Theodore got down on one knee and proposed to me after a cocktail party, saying he wanted to marry me. I accepted Theodore’s proposal and invited Sofia to attend our wedding to witness my happiness. But on my wedding day, out of jealousy, Sofia stabbed me to death with a knife, saying bitterly: “Why does someone like you get to marry Theodore while I have to work my ass off every day?” But I never expected that when I opened my eyes again, I would be reborn. Looking at the toy poodle in her arms, Sofia was thrilled. The next day, she brought the dog straight to the office. As soon as she walked in, she eagerly showed off her new dog to all our colleagues. At the same time, she deliberately looked in Zoe’s direction. Sure enough, Zoe glanced quickly between her and me, then said in surprise: “Why did you buy this toy poodle? Aren’t you afraid of dogs?” Hearing this, Sofia immediately replied: “When was I ever afraid of dogs? I love these adorable toy poodles. I’m going to take care of her for life.” Hearing her say this, Zoe’s expression changed. After a pause, she asked Sofia to bring the dog to her office. Sofia immediately followed Zoe inside. When she came out, she walked straight to my desk and said excitedly: “Liliana, you’ll never guess what happened! I got promoted with a raise. From now on, I’m your direct supervisor. Next, I’m going to complete major projects and become a top executive. And finally, I’ll even marry…” She deliberately didn’t finish, unable to hide the smugness in her eyes. Then she looked at me with contempt and said: “But you’re different. You’ll just be stuck working for others your whole life, never able to compare to me.” After saying this, Sofia picked up the toy poodle and left triumphantly. Watching her retreating figure, I chuckled softly, thinking to myself: “Since you want the luck this toy poodle brings so badly, you’ll also have to bear the disasters it brings.”

Sofia was absolutely thriving at the company. HR quickly announced her promotion and raise. Zoe also praised her in multiple meetings, commending her outstanding work performance. Within days, several clients approached the company specifically requesting to sign contracts with Sofia. Sofia strutted around like a proud peacock, looking down at me condescendingly as she said, “Liliana, you must be so jealous of me right now, aren’t you? Even if you are jealous, it won’t change anything. After all, you’re not as pretty as I am, and you’re not as capable either. I’d advise you to get on my good side now. Maybe after I marry a rich man, I’ll let you work as a maid in my house.” With that, she turned and walked away in her four-inch heels. The colleagues present were all speechless at her recent arrogant attitude and started gossiping among themselves. One female colleague said, “Has Sofia lost her mind? She’s gotten so arrogant after being promoted to management. She even warned me today not to mess with her, saying she’s about to marry a rich man.” “What rich man? Does she even deserve one? Does she think having a pet dog makes her some kind of socialite?” a male colleague scoffed. Another female colleague mocked, “She doesn’t just think she’s a socialite—she’s saying she’s going to become the boss’s wife of our company. She’s completely delusional!” The colleagues were all fed up with Sofia’s arrogance over the past few days and were mocking her behind her back. But only I knew that what Sofia said was true. She really would marry a rich man soon and become the boss’s wife of our company, reaching the pinnacle of her life. But this would also mark the beginning of her life’s nightmare. Soon enough, Sofia became the company’s top salesperson by successfully closing several major contracts. To celebrate completing the quarterly targets, the company planned to host a cocktail party, and Sofia was thrilled about it. Because she knew that in my previous life, it was at this very cocktail party that Theodore had taken notice of me. He not only expressed his love for me on the spot but even proposed directly, asking me to be his wife. Overnight, I transformed from an unremarkable office worker into a wealthy woman. I imagine Sofia must have been dying of jealousy at the time. So in this life, as soon as she heard about the cocktail party, Sofia was immediately excited. That evening, she dressed up meticulously for the event. She wore almost exactly the same dress and shoes I had worn in my previous life, even styling her hair and choosing the same lipstick color. But she forgot the one most important thing I had brought to that cocktail party in my previous life—the toy poodle. Sure enough, as soon as Sofia arrived at the party, she kept staring at Theodore in the distance. Just as she was about to walk over to him, Theodore turned and looked at her. Then, right in front of everyone, he strode directly toward her. Sofia was thrilled and said coyly, “Mr. Jones…” Theodore interrupted her, “Where’s the toy poodle? Why didn’t you bring it with you?”

Theodore’s tone was sharp and urgent as he grabbed Sofia’s wrist. Sofia froze, completely caught off guard that Theodore also knew about the toy poodle. She stammered, “It… it was barking nonstop today. I thought it was sick, so I took it to the vet.” Sofia wasn’t lying. She had indeed taken the toy poodle to the hospital because the dog was weak. In my past life, I took meticulous care of it after buying it. Thinking it was malnourished, I even made soup for it multiple times to nourish its body. I kept it by my side constantly, even bringing it to work in my car, worried something might happen to it. Under my care, the toy poodle’s health improved significantly, and its coat became much shinier. I even made myself sick from exhaustion taking care of it. But in this life, Sofia didn’t have the energy to fuss over the toy poodle. She was solely focused on marrying Theodore, so she simply dumped it at the vet hospital. Hearing this, Theodore said with displeasure, “Who gave you permission to take it to the vet? That place is full of animals. How could you make it stay there?” Sofia was confused and instinctively replied, “But it is an animal.” “Shut up!” Theodore’s expression grew even worse. After snapping at Sofia, he gripped her wrist and dragged her out, completely ignoring the curious stares from all their colleagues. Out of curiosity, I followed them. Sure enough, they quickly found the toy poodle at the vet hospital. At that moment, it was barking frantically in its cage. When it saw Theodore, it became extremely excited, with tear stains visible around its eyes. Seeing this, Sofia quickly stepped forward to lift it out. Though she didn’t understand why Theodore had suddenly asked about the toy poodle, on the way here she had remembered how I had lovingly cared for it in my past life. So she hurried to display how much she cherished it in front of Theodore. Sofia smiled and said, “My baby, I only left you here for a little while. How did you get so scared? Come let me hold you.” Under her soothing, the toy poodle finally calmed down and slowly settled into Sofia’s arms. Theodore’s tone immediately softened, and his gaze toward Sofia carried a hint of affection. “I really couldn’t tell you were so caring. I love compassionate girls the most. Do you have a boyfriend?” Sofia’s face flushed red because she had finally heard what she’d been waiting for. She quickly shook her head, saying, “No, Mr. Jones. I mean, Theodore, I don’t have a boyfriend.” “Really?” Theodore smiled, stepped forward to take Sofia’s hand, and said, “Well, you do now.” Sofia could hardly believe her ears, her face turning crimson. She couldn’t contain herself any longer and threw herself into Theodore’s arms. Theodore embraced her with gentle movements. But I caught a hint of disgust in his eyes. Just then, the vet called Sofia over to pay the bill. Sofia was clearly annoyed, but she couldn’t show it in front of Theodore. So she had to grit her teeth, release Theodore, and stride after the doctor to pay. Watching Sofia’s retreating figure, Theodore once again wore his cold expression. He stepped forward, approached the pure white toy poodle, and said softly, “Don’t worry. Just hold on for another two weeks, and it’ll all be over.” Hearing his words, I was stunned: “Two weeks? Is Theodore really that impatient?” The next morning, I arrived at the office to find my colleagues buzzing with gossip. A female colleague said disdainfully, “Sofia is such a vixen. She actually managed to hook Mr. Jones. I heard he’s publicly acknowledged being her boyfriend.” A male colleague chimed in, “I also heard Mr. Jones fell for her at first sight. He didn’t just acknowledge their relationship—they’re getting married soon.” Another female colleague gasped in shock, “Oh my God! Sofia is so lucky—she’s actually going to marry a rich man. Are wealthy men’s standards really that low nowadays?” Amid all the chatter, Sofia strutted into the office wearing designer clothes from head to toe and dark sunglasses. She even had what looked like a bodyguard following behind her. Taking off her sunglasses, she looked at us smugly with complete arrogance: “I always said I’d marry a rich man, but none of you believed me. From now on, you’d better treat me with respect. My status now is Mrs. Jones.” Then Sofia walked over to me: “Liliana, you must be incredibly jealous of me right now, aren’t you? We’re both working women, but now I’ve become your boss’s wife. Go get me a glass of water!” I stood up and looked at her expressionlessly: “You and Theodore only met once, and he immediately wanted to be your boyfriend. Don’t you find that a bit strange?” Sofia laughed, “What’s strange about that? Beautiful women naturally attract men. Ugly women like you wouldn’t understand these things.” She got more and more excited as she spoke, even deliberately standing up and walking right in front of me. Then she raised her hand and tapped my forehead hard. She continued, “I’m not afraid of your jealousy. I’ll tell you the truth—in half a month, I’ll marry Theodore and officially become a member of the Jones family. You should be kneeling on the ground trying to please me right now. Otherwise, I can easily get you fired.” I wasn’t afraid of being fired. But if I couldn’t see Sofia’s final downfall, I’d feel somewhat unsatisfied. After thinking for a moment, I “obediently” brought her a glass of water and handed it to Sofia: “Please have some water, Mrs. Jones.” Hearing me say this, Sofia was extremely pleased and burst into laughter. She deliberately spilled the water all over me before leaving. Seeing this, my colleagues were furious and spoke up for me. But I just smiled faintly. Only half a month left—Sofia wouldn’t be arrogant much longer. Soon enough, half a month later, on the day of Sofia and Theodore’s wedding, Sofia deliberately video-called me to show off. As soon as I answered, she immediately turned the camera on herself. She laughed, “Liliana, you’ve probably never seen such a beautiful wedding dress or such a sparkling diamond ring in your entire life, have you? You’re poor and tacky—you deserve to be trampled under my feet for the rest of your life. From now on, you’ll have to depend on me at work too. How pathetic.” I stared at the wedding setup behind her in the video and noticed there was no chapel, no lawn, and no piano—just a black cross. This strange arrangement was exactly the same as in my previous life. It seemed the moment I’d been waiting for so long was finally about to happen, and the truth about why that poodle could bring good luck was about to be revealed. Just as I was nervously staring at the screen, a low female voice suddenly came from off-camera: “Theodore, is this the gift you prepared for that poodle?”

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