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When I was eight months pregnant, I was pushed down the stairs by Chloe Harrison, my husband Gabriel Wellington’s secretary who had been harboring a secret crush on him for eight years. When I woke up, my child was gone, and my uterus had been completely removed. Gabriel wept and swore to severely punish the perpetrator. As a lawyer, he personally took on the case and sent Chloe to prison. I was plagued by nightmares of losing my child every night, and he would always hold me gently to comfort me. “Don’t be afraid. The person who hurt you has already paid the price. It doesn’t matter whether we have children or not—I just need you to be safe.” But his words only made me feel more guilty, and I continued actively seeking treatment. Six months later, I ran into Gabriel at the obstetrics department, accompanying Chloe—who should have been serving her sentence—for a prenatal checkup. She playfully swatted his chest with a coquettish pout: “You acted so convincingly back then, I actually thought you really wanted to send me to prison. Thank goodness our child is okay.” Gabriel caressed Chloe’s pregnant belly with a gentle laugh, his eyes brimming with tenderness: “How else would Olivia believe it? Once our child is born, I’ll have her ‘adopt’ the baby from an orphanage and bring it home. Since she loves me so much, she’ll definitely agree.” Gabriel caressed Chloe’s pregnant belly with a gentle laugh, his eyes brimming with tenderness: “How else would Olivia believe it? Once our child is born, I’ll have her ‘adopt’ the baby from an orphanage and bring it home. Since she loves me so much, she’ll definitely agree.” Their laughter gradually faded into the distance. I touched my flat abdomen, feeling ice-cold all over. It turned out that from the moment I fell down those stairs, I had fallen into their carefully orchestrated deception. ***** In the distance, Chloe leaned completely into Gabriel’s embrace, her voice sickeningly sweet: “Gabriel, there’s still two weeks until my due date. I’m so scared Olivia will discover our child.” He lowered his head to kiss her forehead, speaking softly: “Don’t worry. She’s been depressed ever since the miscarriage and doesn’t have the energy to pay attention to us. Besides, I already had the doctor remove her uterus—no one can threaten our child’s position.” Anyone who witnessed this scene would think they were the real married couple. I felt dizzy. Only after they disappeared around the corner did I collapse weakly to the floor. For this precious child, I had endured countless shots to prevent miscarriage, all just to have a happy, complete family with Gabriel. But he and Chloe had destroyed my child and completely stripped away my right to bear children. Now, he even wanted me to help them raise their child. I unconsciously touched the ugly scar on my abdomen, tears instantly falling. What I thought was Gabriel’s tenderness and love had all been an illusion. When I wiped away my tears and returned to the hospital room, the attending physician noticed my pale complexion and asked with concern: “Ms. Parker, why didn’t Mr. Wellington come with you for your follow-up today?” I forced a smile: “He has a case to try, so I came by myself.” In the past, I had completely believed Gabriel’s excuse. It wasn’t until I witnessed that scene with my own eyes that I realized every time he abandoned me, it was to be with Chloe. Returning home with my follow-up medical records, a familiar aroma drifted from the kitchen. “Olivia, you’re back?” Gabriel emerged from the kitchen wearing an apron and pulled me into his embrace. “Today is our sixth wedding anniversary. I specially caught the earliest flight back. Are you surprised?” When I smelled the perfume on him that didn’t belong to me, I felt nauseous and instinctively pushed him away.

  He immediately became tense, carefully checking my condition: “Olivia, what’s wrong? Are you having headaches again?” After the miscarriage, I had developed severe depression and often suffered from persistent headaches. Gabriel knew this well, and he seemed to care about me more than anyone. But at this moment, looking at his concerned face, I only felt disgusted from the bottom of my heart. I took a deep breath and finally answered after a long pause: “I’m fine, just tired from the walk home.” “Then rest for a while. I made your favorite clam soup.” He then turned to busy himself in the kitchen, but I caught sight of his phone on the sofa flashing with message notifications. [Gabriel, when are you bringing the clam soup to me today? Our baby is kicking me again—he’s thinking of you.] My breathing caught. Gabriel came out carrying the soup. His eyes swept across the phone screen and instantly filled with tenderness. My stomach cramped. I looked down and saw several shrimp in the clam soup. I’m allergic to shrimp and had even been rushed to the emergency room once after accidentally eating some. Connecting this to the message I had just seen, I let out a bitter laugh. This clam soup was never meant for me from the beginning. So I picked up the soup and poured it into the trash can without hesitation. Gabriel froze, then his eyes widened: “Olivia, what are you doing?” Only after his gaze fell on the shrimp in the trash can did he frantically realize what had happened and rush forward to grab my hand. “I’m sorry, Olivia. I’ve been so exhausted lately that I forgot about your allergy. Today is our anniversary—how about I take you ring shopping tonight? Consider it my way of making it up to you.” Gabriel’s tone was sincere, but I only found it laughable. After he went into the kitchen with the dishes to clean up, I tremblingly dialed the phone number of his rival law firm. “Hello, could you help me with a divorce case?”   After I hung up the phone, Gabriel emerged from the bedroom, already dressed. “Who were you talking to?” I turned off my phone screen. “Nothing important. The hospital reminded me about my final checkup next week.” Gabriel nodded. When we reached the parking garage, I had just opened the car door when a sickeningly sweet perfume scent hit me. I frowned and immediately held my breath. An adoption application form lay conspicuously on the passenger seat, with my name signed in the bottom right corner. Gabriel calmly picked up the application and offered a tentative explanation: “A few days ago, our law firm visited the orphanage for legal education outreach. I just grabbed a few forms while I was there.” He looked up at me but couldn’t meet my eyes directly. “Olivia, you’ve always wanted a child, haven’t you? Let’s go to the orphanage next month and adopt one, okay? Since you can no longer conceive, we’ll raise him as our own biological child.” I bit down hard on my lip, and the metallic taste of blood quickly filled my mouth. Even though I already knew the truth, hearing those words come from Gabriel’s mouth still sent a sharp pain through my heart. After taking several deep breaths to calm myself, I forced out a smile that looked no different from usual. “Sure.” He seemed surprised that I’d agreed so readily. After a brief moment of stunned silence, he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Olivia, we’re going to have a happy family.” The car headed toward the most luxurious jewelry store in the city center. When Gabriel parked, I entered the store first. “Mrs. Wellington, perfect timing! The diamond rings Mr. Wellington ordered just arrived!” The sales associate greeted me enthusiastically. She retrieved a deep blue velvet box from the safe, inside which lay a pair of dazzling diamond rings.

The woman’s ring was surrounded by a circle of smaller diamonds that sparkled brilliantly under the lights, leaving me astonished. “Mr. Wellington really loves you. He personally selected every diamond on this ring.” The sales associate smiled as she moved to help me try on the ring, but when she slipped it onto my ring finger, I noticed it was at least two sizes too large. My heart sank, and the sales associate’s smile froze on her face. Just then, Gabriel rushed through the door. He snatched the ring box away, his voice carrying barely detectable panic. “That pair is for a client I’m ordering for. Olivia, I ordered a different pair for you.” The sales associate, her face pale, retrieved an ordinary red box from the bottom shelf of the display case. The ring inside was much more modest. The diamond on the ring was tiny, and the band even had a slightly yellow tint. Gabriel pushed the ring toward me, looking somewhat guilty. “Olivia, happy six-year anniversary. Lately, my law firm has been having cash flow problems, so…” I stared at that shabby ring, remembering how six years ago on our wedding day, he had promised to buy me the most brilliant diamond ring. His vows seemed to still echo in my ears, yet he had long since fallen in love with another woman. A bitter feeling rose in my chest. I smiled without saying anything and gently placed the ring back in the box. “It’s fine. My hands have been hurting lately, so I can’t wear rings anyway.” Gabriel felt somewhat guilty and put his arm around my waist. “It’s still early. Let’s go to that restaurant you love.” But when we got to the restaurant, his phone rang just as our appetizers arrived. The moment his phone screen lit up, I clearly saw the caller ID showing an intimate photo of him and Chloe. My grip on the knife and fork instantly tightened. Gabriel hung up and looked at me apologetically. “Sorry, Olivia. My firm just got an urgent case. I need to go handle it, but I’ll be back soon.” He immediately stood up and left with hurried steps. I calmly got up and hailed a taxi to follow him. As I expected, Gabriel’s car didn’t head toward his law firm but drove toward the suburbs instead. A villa appeared before my eyes, with Chloe, her pregnant belly prominent, standing at the entrance waiting eagerly. When she saw Gabriel, she joyfully rushed to greet him and threw her arms around his neck. His face was full of adoration as he slipped that brilliant diamond ring onto her ring finger. Anyone who saw their intimate display would think they were newlyweds. My nails dug deep into my palms. I heard him say in a low voice: “Olivia agreed to the adoption. Rest well at home these next few days. Once our child is born, I’ll bring him home.”

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I’m the adopted daughter of the Anderson family, raised alongside their three sons since childhood. Whoever marries me will inherit the massive fortune my parents left behind. Their grandfather, George Anderson, has even promised that my husband will become the future head of the Anderson family. In my past life, I chose Frederick Anderson, whom I’d harbored a secret crush on for ten years. I even used all the connections and wealth my parents left me to help him become Washington’s richest man. But after our marriage, he orchestrated a kidnapping. He had me tied to the back of a car and dragged for two miles, leaving me with disabled legs and severe brain trauma that put me in a vegetative state. “I never wanted to marry you in the first place. If you hadn’t forced me, I would’ve married Ashley long ago! “You ruined her chance to be with me forever, driving her to depression and death. I’m going to make you pay!” Only then did I learn that Frederick had always loved Ashley Hartley, the housekeeper’s daughter. He cruelly pulled out my oxygen tube, letting me suffocate to death. When I woke up again, I’d returned to the day I was supposed to choose my husband. This time, I decided to let Frederick have Ashley. In five days, the Anderson family would announce two things. One would be the marriage arrangement, and the other would be the change in leadership of Anderson Corporation. Neither would have anything to do with Frederick. But he went crazy, begging on his knees for my forgiveness and pleading with me to marry him! ***** “Eleanor, which of my worthless grandsons has caught your eye?” George patted my hand affectionately, his face full of expectation. I didn’t answer immediately. Everyone in Washington’s high society knew about the close relationship between the Martin and Anderson families. My parents had intended for our families to unite through marriage before their deaths, and I was their only daughter. After they died in a car accident, according to their will, I was adopted by the Anderson family and raised alongside their sons. But I knew the Anderson family’s affection for me was largely due to Martin Corporation behind me. Marrying me meant gaining access to the Martin family’s billion-dollar assets. In the living room, everyone was whispering among themselves. “Everyone in Washington knows Eleanor has had a crush on Frederick for ten years. Today’s husband-selection banquet is just a formality.” “Frederick really lucked out. Among Washington’s younger generation, his looks, education, and abilities are all pretty average. But Eleanor fell for him!” “Frederick can easily become heir to both families, but look how disgusted he looks with Eleanor, as if she owes him something.” Everyone stared at me, waiting for me to say Frederick’s name. Listening to these comments, I glanced at him indifferently. He stood not far away in his tailored suit, his handsome face cold and expressionless, but his gaze was fixed on Ashley, who was working in the corner of the living room. Sensing my stare, he instinctively looked over, frowning deeply with obvious disgust toward me. I sneered inwardly. Since I’ll never measure up to Ashley in your heart, why should I force you! So I bent down close to George and whispered a few words in his ear. He was stunned for a moment, then nodded with a smile. “Alright, I’ll listen to you.” He looked at Frederick, seemingly considering something. Frederick’s expression darkened. He glared at me impatiently, then immediately walked over to George. “Grandpa, I don’t love Eleanor, and I don’t want to marry her!” There was an uproar, then the noisy living room fell silent instantly. I let out a cold laugh, pretending to look hurt as I watched him. Frederick clenched his jaw, as if he’d made up his mind. “Ashley is the only one in my heart. If I must marry Eleanor, then you have to allow me to keep Ashley on the side and treat her like a wife…” Before Frederick could finish, George slammed his hand on the table. “What nonsense are you spouting?” George stood up trembling with rage, pointing at Frederick and shouting angrily: “She’s just a housekeeper’s daughter—she’s not worthy of marrying into our family! “Eleanor is the daughter of the Martin family. How dare you compare Ashley to her? What do you take Eleanor for?” Frederick’s expression was tense. He remained stubborn: “Ashley’s background may not match Eleanor’s, but with me there, no one can bully her! “If I can’t be with Ashley, I won’t marry Eleanor either!” I couldn’t help but laugh. How confident Frederick was, thinking I couldn’t live without him! In my past life, I would’ve compromised because I couldn’t bear to lose him, believing he’d eventually be moved by my devotion. But since I’ve been given a second chance, I absolutely won’t repeat the same mistakes. And I’m going to make him pay! The guests around us immediately began whispering. “What an idiot! He can’t even understand the significance of this marriage. Does he really think a housekeeper’s daughter is more important than the combined wealth of the Martin and Anderson families?” “He’s probably certain Eleanor will choose him, so he dares make such demands.” I forced a strained smile and tugged at George’s sleeve: “George, since Frederick insists, just agree to his terms.” Hearing my words, Frederick looked at me in surprise. He studied me, as if wondering what trick I was playing now. After a long sigh, George asked: “Frederick, are you determined to be with Ashley?” Frederick nodded slowly: “Yes! Grandpa, I’m begging you to agree.” Seeing him like this, George glanced at me apologetically and helplessly looked away. “Fine, the wedding will be held in five days. This banquet is over!”

Frederick immediately perked up when he heard this. He thought George had agreed to his outrageous demand. He jumped up and rushed over to Ashley, whose eyes were red from crying. “Ashley, my grandfather agreed to let us be together. In five days, you’ll be my wife.” Ashley cried tears of joy and threw her arms around Frederick. But when she saw me coming downstairs, she immediately let go and timidly lowered her head. “Ms. Martin.” Ashley looked terrified of me, cowering behind Frederick. Before I could even speak, he stepped in front of her, glaring at me. “Eleanor, what do you want to do to Ashley? Don’t use your status to bully her! My grandfather already agreed. Even if I marry you, I can still take care of Ashley and treat her like my wife!” I couldn’t help but laugh. I was just passing by and hadn’t done anything. I thought, “How am I supposed to be bullying Ashley? Besides, isn’t Frederick misunderstanding something?” George only said the wedding would be held in five days, but he never said my husband would be Frederick! Seeing Frederick openly defending her like this, Ashley secretly shot me a smug glance and shyly tugged at his sleeve. “Mr. Frederick Anderson, as long as I can be with you, I’m willing to do anything. Please don’t fight with Ms. Martin because of me. When you inherit the Martin family and the Anderson family later, you’ll still have to consider the Martin family’s feelings.” Ashley’s understanding demeanor made Frederick’s heart ache for her. He wanted nothing more than to hold her and be intimate right now. “You silly girl, once I’m in charge, I won’t have to care about anyone anymore.” The next second, he shot me a warning look. “Eleanor, if you’re smart, I might still be generous enough to give you some seed later so you can have a child. Otherwise…” I caught the threat in his tone. In my previous life, after Frederick and I got engaged, Ashley was in a car accident. Although she was saved, she became depressed from the constant pressure and committed suicide within two years. I had no idea about her accident. But Frederick was convinced it was my conspiracy, and he took all his hatred out on me. “The place where she had her accident was only 100 feet from your company. If you hadn’t deliberately delayed rescuing her, how could she have ended up with a disabled leg from the delay, becoming depressed and suicidal at such a young age?” He was stubborn. In the end, he tortured me to death. He even took his anger out on the Martin family, causing innocent people to suffer. Such a man who couldn’t distinguish right from wrong, so arrogant and selfish, actually still thought I couldn’t live without him! I hid my hatred for him and interrupted, “Since you love Ms. Hartley so deeply, then I wish you two will always be together and in love.” Frederick frowned again, his suspicious gaze lingering on me for a long time. Before he could question me, I walked past him toward the door. A tall, upright figure had been waiting there. Seeing me come out, he turned to meet me. “Mr. Anderson, in five days, I’ll be waiting for you to come get me.” “You won’t change your mind?” I shook my head firmly. “No.” Lawrence Anderson smiled and nodded solemnly at me before turning to leave. Watching his figure, I felt some warmth and peace. In my previous life, I was dragged by Frederick’s men until I was covered in blood. Before I fainted in despair, I heard someone brutally beating down those men. It was Lawrence, who had rushed back from abroad. He held me in heartbroken anguish, took me to the hospital, and spared no expense to have the doctors save me. After I died, Lawrence gradually stripped away Frederick’s power and cleared the Martin family’s name. Later, he strapped a bomb to himself, tied Frederick up, and jumped off a cliff with him. Only then did I realize the feelings that the always cold and reserved Lawrence had hidden for me. So in this life, I chose to marry him without hesitation. Frederick looked suspiciously at Lawrence as he left. He frowned and asked, “Eleanor, Uncle Lawrence will definitely attend our wedding, but since when have you had any connection with him?”

Hearing this, Ashley immediately jumped in: “Mr. Frederick Anderson, after all, when Mr. Anderson was born, your grandfather was already getting on in years. He grew up with you all, so it’s only natural that Ms. Martin would be close to him.” Frederick let out a cold laugh, his face full of displeasure: “So what? She’s about to marry me. No matter how she feels about any other man, she should keep her distance and behave herself! Our family will never accept a woman of questionable character!” Their insinuations made me sick to my stomach. I couldn’t stand it anymore and shot back: “Mr. Anderson and I haven’t seen each other in ages—we were just exchanging pleasantries, and you’re demanding I keep my distance from him?” I turned to Ashley with a cold smile: “Ms. Hartley, and Mr. Frederick Anderson, you two aren’t even married yet, but you’re already making lifelong promises to each other and acting intimately. Seems like you’re the ones who should watch your behavior.” Her face instantly turned deathly pale. Frederick glared at me furiously, then rushed to comfort her. I gave them both a disdainful look and walked away. Back in my bedroom, I saw the room covered with Frederick’s photos and portraits, along with all the gifts I’d carefully prepared for him. A surge of intense hatred welled up in my chest. When we were kids, Frederick had given me a box of candy. I couldn’t bear to eat it or throw it away, so I’d treasured it in my drawer all these years. Now, I felt like that candy was as sweet as arsenic. I took a deep breath and started gathering up everything related to Frederick to throw it all away. It wasn’t until dawn broke that I finally collapsed into bed. The suffocating sensation from my death in the previous life kept echoing in my mind. I kept jolting awake from nightmares, my back drenched in cold sweat. By the time bright daylight streamed through the window, it was already the next day. My friend called me directly. “Eleanor, everyone’s saying you agreed to Frederick’s demands—that you’re okay with him keeping Ashley and treating her like a wife too! He’s such a fool. Lately, everyone in Washington knows he not only hired world-famous designers to create a wedding dress for Ashley, but he even gave her his late mother’s family heirloom. At the auction, there was a pair of earrings worth over a hundred million dollars, and Frederick actually paid an astronomical price for them.” I suppressed the bitterness in my heart and smiled: “Let him do whatever he wants. It has nothing to do with me anymore.” My friend said anxiously: “Eleanor, you’re about to get married, but Frederick cares so much about Ashley. Wouldn’t marrying him just be asking for trouble?” I consoled her helplessly: “Fine, worst case scenario, I just won’t marry him. Happy now?” Just as I finished speaking, the door suddenly burst open. Frederick walked in with a dark expression. He glanced at my phone, his sharp features showing mockery. “Eleanor, if you don’t want to marry me, why didn’t you tell Grandfather you wanted to call off the engagement? You’re just jealous that I’m good to Ashley, so now you’re deliberately saying these things to provoke me, right?” I rolled my eyes in exasperation. My past self was truly clueless to have fallen for such a self-righteous person. Seeing my silence, Frederick walked right up to me. He frowned and said in a commanding tone: “I’m here to tell you that I’m taking half of the wedding gifts your parents prepared for you and giving them to Ashley.” I looked up in shock. After a long moment, I asked in a hoarse voice: “Those were prepared by my parents for me! What gives you the right to make that decision for me?” My parents had worried I might be mistreated after marriage. So from the day I was born, they started planning for me, carefully selecting and thoughtfully choosing every single gift. But now, Frederick wanted to give away these items that contained all of my parents’ love to his mistress. “You keep saying you love Ashley, but you won’t even prepare gifts for her yourself? Oh, I forgot—someone as selfish as you only does things for Ashley to create the illusion of how much you love her!” I stared at him and mocked word by word: “Frederick, your love is really cheap!”

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Six months after our wedding, my husband Ethan Stone volunteered for disaster relief. With my six-month pregnant belly, I managed everything in our new home while caring for Ethan’s stroke-ridden mother, Emily Stone. Six months later, when the disaster relief volunteers returned, all I received at the train station was a thin coffin. The deputy officer Harold Hayes who escorted the coffin held my hand and said, “My condolences.” His entire face was covered in burn scars, yet his eyes looked exactly like Ethan’s. Every time I met his gaze, I couldn’t help but cry. Until one day, I returned early from the market after selling all my eggs, only to hear voices inside the house. “Helen has been waiting for you all this time. Now you’re faking your death to start a family with another woman and have children. If this gets discovered, you’ll be executed!” The man fell silent for a moment before slowly speaking: “Ruby’s husband was my comrade. He died saving me when a burning beam crushed him. I have to take responsibility for his wife and child. I promise, once Ruby’s child starts elementary school, I’ll come home and reunite with Helen!” ***** After hearing the man’s firm promise, I was already sobbing uncontrollably. Emily asked disappointedly, “Is that woman pregnant? Did you do it? How could you do something so foolish!” Ethan’s expression darkened: “I had too much to drink that night. I thought she was Helen, and I accidentally…” I hastily wiped away my tears, the calluses on my hands scraping painfully. Looking at those ugly bumps on my palms, constantly reminding me of how hard it was to manage this household. Six months ago, Ethan insisted on going to the disaster area. Before leaving, he asked me to take care of the home and wait for his return. Although I had just gotten pregnant, I supported him. So from then on, I got up early every morning to sell vegetables on the street to support the family. When Emily fell and had a stroke, I carried her to the city for medical treatment every day, rain or shine. Even though I never received any news from Ethan, I kept holding this family together. Yet fate played such a cruel joke on me—it was all fake. Emily slapped her thigh: “We’re the ones who wronged Helen. Back then, she knew our family’s poor conditions but still married you. All these months, she’s been devoted to me too. She’s a good…” Ethan interrupted: “Mom, don’t worry. Helen is a good woman. As long as she can accept my child, we’ll always be family.” Emily said helplessly: “That’s all we can do. It’s getting late, you should leave quickly before Helen discovers you.” Seeing they were about to leave, I quickly hid behind the quilts hanging in the yard. The cotton quilts were warm, but nothing could warm my heart. I asked myself what I had done wrong to them—why did they treat me this way? I collapsed, pounding the quilts, with nowhere to vent my grievances and resentment. I went to the well to splash water on my face to wash away the tear stains before going back, when I heard familiar crying. Following the sound, I saw my daughter Stella Stone sitting on the ground, covered in dirt. “Why did you take the toy my daddy gave me? Give it back!” Stella had fallen to the ground, her knee scraped and bleeding quite a bit. Standing next to her was a chubby boy, Michael Hayes, with Ethan’s frog toy—the one he’d bought for Stella before leaving for disaster relief—under his foot. This was the only memento her father had left her. Michael kicked the frog far away and mocked: “My mom says girls are useless things. Your family buying you toys is just a waste, and besides, your dad is dead—you’re a kid without a father!” Stella’s eyes turned red with anger, but she couldn’t find words to argue back. She could only stubbornly reply: “I am not!” “Then where’s your daddy? Tell him to come out.” Stella repeated what I had told her to comfort her: “My daddy is a great hero. He’s in heaven protecting me!” Michael laughed loudly: “If he’s not here, he’s not here. You don’t have a father. Did your mom pick you up from somewhere?” I couldn’t stand it anymore and rushed out to slap him across the face. “How can you be so ill-mannered!” He covered his face and wailed, drawing the attention of the man inside the house. Just then, a graceful figure ran over. Unlike my shirt that had been washed until it was nearly white, this woman wore a pink floral dress and was wearing perfume. She was Ruby Evans, the woman Ethan had mentioned. Without waiting for my explanation, she held the boy and cried with him. “Helen, he’s just a child. If you have issues, take them up with me—don’t make things difficult for the kid.” Ethan walked over with a stern face, protecting both of them behind him. His look toward me was full of reproach. “We’re all neighbors. How could you treat a child like this?” Fighting back tears, I asked him: “If your wife were accused of cheating and the child wasn’t yours, would you be angry?”

Seeing tears welling up in my eyes, Ethan was momentarily speechless. At that moment, Sophia Morgan, who had been selling vegetables with me, rushed over after hearing the commotion. “What’s all this fighting about? How much trouble can a child cause? Besides, I clearly saw this boy push Stella. “Look, the kid is still stepping on Stella’s toy. Her father died serving his country, and here you are bullying his wife and child… “Come on, Helen, I’ll take you to the military leadership to get this sorted out!” Hearing this, Michael quickly kicked the frog toy away and hid behind Ruby, putting on an innocent act. Ethan crouched down to check on Michael, but Ruby covered her face and started crying. “You just can’t stand having our family live here. Helen, why don’t you just say it straight – I’ll take Michael and move out. There are plenty of houses outside where people can live…” She wiped her tears while trying to pull Michael away. Hearing this, Ethan quickly grabbed both Ruby and Michael. “Ruby, stop crying. I’ll get to the bottom of this.” He looked at me as if I were a complete stranger. He said loudly, “Mr. Stone and I were comrades who shared life and death together. Before he died, he asked me to take care of his wife and daughter, and I’m not an ungrateful person.” He painted himself as so noble that I couldn’t help but laugh coldly. “Helen, you’re so reasonable, and what just happened was just kids playing around. You can’t possibly want to see our family of three wandering homeless outside.” Ethan’s words made me laugh out of sheer anger. Back when I first knew him, he used to offend his superiors because he didn’t know how to kiss up. Now his words were full of manipulation, all used to pressure his own family. He had truly abandoned his wife and child. Ruby nestled happily in Ethan’s arms, a provocative smile playing at the corners of her mouth. “Harold, thank goodness I have you…” “Don’t worry, I’m here.” The burn scars on Ethan’s face combined with the tenderness in his eyes made him look even more grotesque. Watching this loving couple, I almost couldn’t hold back from retching – absolutely disgusting! Michael suddenly pointed at me and shouted, “Mommy, why is she dry heaving just like you? Could she be pregnant too?” His eyes darted around – he was clearly saying this on purpose! After hearing this, Ethan’s face darkened. Ruby immediately tapped Michael’s nose. “Don’t talk nonsense. Mr. Stone has been gone for six years – how could she be pregnant? Unless…” She said this while glancing at Ethan, whose face had turned ashen. The explanation I wanted to give died on my lips. “If you want to keep living peacefully in the martyrs’ family compound, don’t cause trouble. This is my husband’s house!” After delivering this harsh warning, I left without looking back. As I turned to close the door, I caught a glimpse of Ethan’s furious expression, and I felt strangely satisfied. People like him who are so shameless deserve a taste of their own medicine. Seeing that I didn’t explain, Ethan actually believed Michael had hit the mark and pointed at me, cursing angrily: “I really misjudged you! I never thought you were such a shameless woman!” I paused in closing the door and said coldly, “What kind of person I am isn’t for some unrelated person to judge – unless you’re my husband.”

Ethan froze for a moment, his face turning extremely ugly. But he quickly composed himself. “Helen, you betrayed Mr. Stone. I have no choice but to let Mr. Stone’s mother come out to discipline you!” Ethan couldn’t wait to push me into the spotlight, wanting everyone to condemn me. Was this what he called seeking justice for Ruby and Michael? By now, I had to accept the fact that Ethan no longer had any place in his heart for Stella and me. If that was the case, then I wouldn’t spare any dignity for his family either. “Harold, this is a new society. My husband is dead. Even if I remarry with my daughter, no one can say I’ve done anything wrong. “All these neighbors know that the only reason Emily can live normally now is because I carried her to the county hospital day after day to get her treated. “Everything I’ve done has been worthy of the Stone family!” By the end, I was sobbing uncontrollably. No matter how heartless Ethan was, he couldn’t deny my contributions to the Stone family. I stared at Ethan intently, waiting to see what else he could say. He silently picked up the frog that Michael had kicked away, returned it to Stella, and promised to buy her a new one. Then he took Ruby and Michael back inside. I wiped the tears from my face and smiled disdainfully. At this point, who cared about those cheap toys he bought? After returning inside, I coaxed Stella to take her afternoon nap, then went out to the street and spent five cents to call my uncle who lived far away. Since Ethan and Ruby wanted to keep this secret, why should I expose it? I had to make him taste every bit of suffering I’d endured these past six years! After this incident, Ruby and Michael became much more restrained. Michael stopped bullying Stella whenever he saw her. But their expressions were full of reluctance, and I knew this matter wouldn’t end here. On Independence Day, Stella was playing in the yard with several neighborhood children. The town was hosting an evening party, so I went to the market early in the morning to buy materials and made Stella a toy. Emily, perhaps having heard about the previous incident, surprisingly bought me a new dress. “Helen, you were wronged last time. Dress up nicely today and take Stella out to have fun.” Looking at the brand-new floral dress, my heart was filled with mixed emotions. I agreed and went to change clothes. Just as I was braiding my hair in front of the mirror, Ruby appeared silently behind me. I jumped in fright. “What are you doing?” Ruby sneered, “Helen, do you really think your husband sacrificed himself to save my husband? “They look exactly alike. Haven’t you ever suspected anything?” I looked at her coldly, wondering what she was planning now. Ruby stood with her hands on her hips triumphantly. “I’ll tell you the truth. Harold is Ethan. Your husband isn’t dead at all. He faked his death to get away from you and your daughter, all for me!” Seeing no expression on my face, she thought I was too shocked to speak. She patted her belly gently and said, “Want to know why? Because I’m carrying his child. I’ve already seen a doctor—it’s a boy! “If you’re smart, you’ll get out of here now. Otherwise, once I give birth, I’ll have Ethan throw you out! “And that daughter of yours—if she dares to cross my son, I’ll sell her sooner or later…” Hearing her threaten Stella, I couldn’t take it anymore and slapped her hard across the face. I didn’t care how much I suffered, but Stella was the only person I cared about, and no one could hurt her. Ruby was stunned by my slap, staggering backward and falling to the ground. “Helen, what are you doing?!” Suddenly, Ethan burst into my room, not even bothering to maintain his fake identity anymore. Ruby clutched her belly, moaning, “My stomach… it hurts so much…”

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During the forty Christmases of my arranged marriage with Christopher Edwards, we were the model couple that everyone in Washington envied. However, when I was on the brink of death from a heart attack, he locked me in a room and forced me to sign divorce papers and a corneal transplant consent form. Christopher coldly told me, “Natalie Morris, you’ve enjoyed wealth and privilege your entire life, sailing through everything smoothly, except for one thing—you’ve wronged your sister Eleanor Morris. Because of you, Eleanor never married and cried herself blind. Since you’re dying anyway, give her both your corneas and your position as Mrs. Edwards.” My beloved son Dylan Edwards coldly chimed in, “Mom, everyone says a mother’s love is selfless. Aunt Eleanor is the most talented person in Washington. I admire how she’s been able to protect the Morris family through her own abilities, and I’d be willing to accept her as my mother. If you truly care about me, please agree to this.” After that, I died of sheer rage. After my death, my corneas were harvested, but my body was thrown into a cold morgue with no one to claim it. Christopher and Dylan excitedly brought Eleanor back to the Edwards estate to celebrate her new life. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Christopher came to my house to propose. Watching him steal glances at Eleanor, my heart was filled with nothing but hatred. In this life, I would personally unite this “loving couple” with my own hands. ***** Looking at box after box of engagement gifts sent by the Edwards family, my mother Athena Morris was quite satisfied. She said the same words as in my previous life: “Christopher, Natalie is the daughter I’ve cherished and protected since childhood. If you marry her, you must treat her well for life, and moreover…” But before Athena could finish, Christopher interrupted her: “Mrs. Athena, I’m here today to marry your adopted daughter Eleanor.” Athena was stunned, and everyone else in the villa was shocked too. After a moment, Athena said angrily, “Christopher, you and Natalie grew up together. Everyone in Washington knows about your relationship. How dare you back out now? What do you take her for?” Christopher withdrew his infatuated gaze from Eleanor and said firmly, “Mrs. Athena, the only person I love is Eleanor. Natalie is wonderful and would make a good wife and mother, but without love to sustain it, our marriage would be nothing but a lifetime of mediocrity. That’s not the life I want.” Hearing his words, I was stunned. Instantly, I realized that Christopher had been reborn just like me. Perhaps because our marriage in the previous life felt too bland and regrettable to him, he wanted to make amends in this life. Seeing Athena’s displeasure, Christopher paused, then suggested, “However, Mrs. Athena, your point is valid. Since Natalie’s reputation has been damaged because of me, I can provide for her. After we marry, she can move in and live with us.” Athena frowned, “Let me think about this some more. You should leave for now.” Thinking Athena had agreed, Christopher left contentedly with Eleanor. Watching their intimate silhouettes, I felt a slight pang in my heart. I suppressed the emotion and looked at Athena with confusion: “Mom, why didn’t you refuse outright?” Athena sighed and took my hand with concern, “Natalie, I know your childhood dream was to marry Christopher. I was worried that if I spoke too absolutely, you’d be upset.” I was touched and said, “How could I be? I’m the most beloved daughter of the Morris family. Since Christopher doesn’t think I’m good enough, there’s no need for me to insist on being with him.” Seeing that I wasn’t particularly heartbroken, Athena seemed relieved: “In that case, I’ll go tell Christopher right now to make things clear.” I stopped Athena in time: “I should handle these matters myself.” I left the living room, but the servants said Christopher had already gone. Remembering events from my previous life, I decided to have a proper talk with Eleanor. But I never expected that as soon as I reached her bedroom door, I’d hear her talking on the phone with a friend. Her friend said, “Eleanor, you’re incredible. Even now, that old woman Athena still doesn’t know you’re her husband’s biological daughter, does she? Not only did you become her daughter, but you also stole Natalie’s engagement. From now on, all the Morris family fortune will be yours.” Eleanor let out a cold laugh. “Once I become part of the Edwards family, I’ll make sure that old woman Athena and Natalie end up on the streets, and when they die, they won’t even have a grave. This is what they owe my mother.” I felt a chill run through my entire body, too shocked to recover for a long time. Their brazen conversation pierced my heart like a knife. Until this moment, I had always believed Eleanor was an orphan that my late father Miles Morris had taken in. I never imagined she was actually Miles’s illegitimate daughter. Then I remembered how in my previous life, less than a year after the wedding, Athena had suddenly fallen seriously ill and died despite all efforts to save her. Hatred instantly consumed my heart. I went downstairs, planning to tell Athena everything immediately. But the next second, Christopher, who should have left, suddenly appeared and grabbed my wrist. Glancing at Eleanor’s room behind me, he frowned and asked, “Natalie, what are you planning to do to Eleanor?” After a pause, without waiting for my response, Christopher continued, “Eleanor is kind and gentle. If you’re taking out your anger on her because of my breaking off our engagement, I won’t let you get away with it. Also, at Mr. White’s birthday party in three days, Eleanor will earn the admiration and respect of everyone in Washington. This will benefit both the Morris and Edwards families. As her sister, shouldn’t you be blessing her?” The words “gentle” and “kind” stabbed at my heart. I suddenly changed my mind. I couldn’t let Athena and I suffer this injustice for nothing. Since Christopher trusted Eleanor so much, I would personally tear off his beloved’s mask right in front of him. After Christopher left, I contacted a lawyer: “Please investigate the orphanage Eleanor was at before her adoption and the medications my mother has been using recently, and arrange a paternity test for me.” Besides that, I needed to prepare thoroughly for this birthday party. I was determined to make this pair of bastards pay the price.

Three days later would be the banquet hosted by Washington’s elite White family specifically to celebrate Julian White’s birthday. “The White family comes from a scholarly background, and Julian’s greatest passions are calligraphy and oil painting.” So everyone in Washington with any connections or friends attended. In my previous life, Eleanor had won the White family’s favor and support at this very banquet with a single oil painting, and Julian even adopted her as his goddaughter. Subsequently, Eleanor not only became one of the most prominent women in Washington, but also impressed Christopher and Dylan so much that they didn’t hesitate to abandon me for her. I took a deep breath, suppressing the churning emotions, then walked into the banquet hall. Instantly, everyone’s eyes fell on me, and their whispered conversations immediately reached my ears. One woman said disdainfully, “I heard Miss Morris actually plans to live in their house after Mr. Edwards gets married. She’s truly shameless.” A man said puzzledly, “Actually, Miss Morris’s looks and education are top-tier in Washington. Why won’t Mr. Edwards marry her, but instead marry an adopted daughter?” Another woman replied, “What do you know? Although Eleanor Morris can’t match Miss Morris in other aspects, I heard she’s very talented and exceptionally skilled at painting.” I smirked inwardly with disdain. Not wanting to deal with these gossips, I headed straight to the guest lounge. I had just sat down when Christopher approached with Eleanor. Seeing me, he smiled smugly and said, “Natalie, why don’t you sit with us in the VIP section up front? That way, after Eleanor presents her gift and receives praise from Mr. White, you might get some attention too.” I couldn’t help but scoff, saying, “Mr. Edwards, to promote Eleanor, you don’t hesitate to spread rumors about me. I really should praise your devotion.” Christopher’s expression darkened slightly. I continued, “But have you considered this? Now that the rumors have spread so widely, if you can’t handle this well, you’ll both become everyone’s laughingstock. If Eleanor succeeds, that’s fine. But if she fails, she’ll be the joke of all Washington.” Christopher snorted coldly, looking as if he’d seen right through me: “The fortune teller I consulted said Eleanor brings good luck and simply cannot fail. Natalie, I know you’re angry because I won’t marry you. But you’d better not cause trouble for Eleanor. You need to treat her well. That way, the outcome will be good for the Morris family.” Hearing his words, I grew cold, remembering what I’d overheard a few days ago. Christopher poured a glass of wine and handed it to me: “Toast Eleanor and apologize to her. Then we’ll consider everything from before water under the bridge. That way, you can get your wish and move into our home after we’re married, can’t you?” The surrounding crowd immediately gathered around, seemingly waiting to mock me. After all, everyone knew about my desire to marry Christopher. Two years ago, some wealthy and powerful Washington families wanted to arrange marriages with me, but I directly refused them all. I even declared outright that I only wanted to marry Christopher in this lifetime. Even if his family went bankrupt, I wouldn’t look down on him. But I never expected these words to quickly spread throughout Washington. So now everyone believed that as long as I could stay by Christopher’s side, I’d agree to even his most unreasonable demands. One man said, “Yes, Miss Morris, hurry up and toast and apologize. Don’t make Mr. Edwards angry. Otherwise, you won’t be able to move into his house.” Then a chorus of jeering voices rose from the crowd. Eleanor, who had been standing outside the crowd, finally spoke with perfect composure: “Stop making things difficult for Natalie. After all, Natalie is the true daughter of the Morris family, while I’m just an adopted daughter.” Seeing her look hurt, Christopher protectively pulled her into his arms, saying, “You’re too kind. Once you become a member of the Edwards family, no one will be able to bully you anymore. If Natalie doesn’t behave, she can get out and never set foot in Edwards Manor again.” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud, interrupting them: “I’m curious—does Eleanor dare drink the wine I toast her with? Christopher, what makes you think I don’t like anyone except you? Finally, I want to ask everyone here: Do you really think the person who’ll win Mr. White’s appreciation today will definitely be Eleanor?” Instantly, everyone fell silent, not knowing how to respond. The next second, the White family’s butler, Warren Reyes, suddenly approached: “Miss Eleanor Morris, Mr. White has seen the painting you sent and would like to meet with you.”

The banquet hall instantly erupted into chaos. One man said, “I never expected Miss Eleanor Morris to be personally requested by Mr. White for a private meeting. It seems she’s truly won Mr. White’s favor.” A woman chimed in, “Looks like Miss Morris is just jealous.” Another woman added, “If I were her, I’d be too embarrassed to stay here any longer. She’s absolutely ridiculous.” Some even began praising Christopher: “As expected, Mr. Edwards is so perceptive—he can tell at a glance who’s more valuable.” Christopher shot me a smug look and said mockingly, “I told you Eleanor was exceptional. What do you have to say now? Natalie, if you apologize properly before things are settled, Eleanor and I won’t hold this against you.” The commotion around us grew louder, as if after this birthday party, I would become a complete failure. My bodyguard was furious and said, “Miss Morris, I’ll go get Mrs. Athena Morris.” I shook my head and stopped him: “That’s not appropriate. Don’t worry, someone will come looking for us soon enough.” Sure enough, less than ten minutes later, Julian approached surrounded by a crowd of people. He wore a tailored suit, his hair silver but his bearing vigorous. Julian placed two greeting cards and two oil paintings on the table, then asked, “Miss Morris, why are your gifts identical to Eleanor’s?” Eleanor walked forward with tears in her eyes, looking utterly bewildered: “Natalie, I’ve always looked up to you as my role model. How could you plagiarize my greeting card and painting?” I didn’t panic at all. In my previous life, Eleanor had stolen my greeting card and painting to attend this birthday party. Back then, Julian was concerned about damaging our reputation, so he waited until after the party to question us privately. At that time, I worried this incident would affect our relationship and make outsiders think Miles and Athena had failed in raising their children properly. On the other hand, I was afraid Christopher would mind this matter. So I took the blame for plagiarism, allowing Eleanor to receive everyone’s admiration. Now, since I already knew her true intentions and no longer loved Christopher, there was no need to accommodate her: “In this world, being first to present something doesn’t make you innocent. You claim I plagiarized you—where’s your proof?” Eleanor hadn’t expected me to be so composed and found herself at a loss for words. However, Christopher stepped in front of her, looking at me with displeasure: “I’m the witness. A few days ago, you were sneaking around outside Eleanor’s room. I didn’t know what you were doing then, but now it’s clear—you went there to steal her gifts.” Julian, having experienced many situations, didn’t easily believe Christopher’s words: “Just because you saw Natalie once, you’re that certain?” Christopher said confidently, “Natalie and I have known each other since childhood, and I understand her completely. She truly can’t compare to Eleanor in any way.” Even though I’d long known about Christopher’s favoritism, I couldn’t help feeling my heart turn cold. I clenched my fists and declared loudly, “In that case, why don’t we ask Mr. White to be our witness and have Eleanor and me write greeting cards for you again right here?” Eleanor’s face turned pale as she frantically tried to stop Christopher. But before her hand could touch his sleeve, Christopher said confidently, “Since you want to be humiliated, we’ll oblige you.”

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As New York’s most notorious madwoman, I died. The entire city of New York celebrated my death with jubilation, even setting off fireworks for half a month straight. All of this was because I had squandered my husband Benjamin Kingsley’s Christmas savings, pushed him from a high-rise building, leaving him permanently disabled and requiring long-term treatment in Switzerland. My stepsister Olivia Parker miscarried three times because of me. I placed her only child under car wheels and crushed it repeatedly, then mailed the remains to her house, frightening her into a heart condition. American media condemned my extreme behavior, and millions of citizens took to the streets, begging the government to leave my corpse exposed in the wilderness. [This she-devil doesn’t deserve a proper burial. She should be devoured by wild wolves!] The incident shocked the entire nation, prompting the federal government to activate a classified policy—publicly reading my memories. Benjamin even returned to America specifically for this event. Having lost one leg, he sat in the victims’ section alongside Olivia. Reporters surrounded him, asking: “Mr. Kingsley, surely you no longer have feelings for her. Do you agree to the public reading of her memories?” To everyone’s surprise, Benjamin lowered his gaze and paused for a long moment before saying: “She committed so many evil acts, punishment is deserved. I agree to read Charlotte’s memories.” But when everyone saw my memories from life, they were all shocked. ***** The courtroom lights were blindingly harsh. My corpse lay in the center, with a massive projection overhead preparing to broadcast my life memories to the entire nation. “Charlotte Adams, New York’s most vicious woman. Today, we will completely expose this madwoman’s true motives.” The director’s cold voice echoed through the courtroom, followed by murmurs from the gallery. My gaze slowly swept across the crowd, finally settling on the “victims’” section. Benjamin sat there in a suit, his disability not diminishing his composed demeanor. When the camera focused on him, he lowered his eyes slightly and said painfully: “I agree to expose Charlotte’s crimes. This isn’t just for me, but for everyone she’s hurt.” Meanwhile, Olivia gently touched her chest, looking as if she might break into tears. Benjamin tenderly took her hand. Under the lights, they looked perfectly matched. Live stream comments read: [Mr. Kingsley and Ms. Olivia Parker make such a great couple. I think they should get married.] [Don’t you know? Charlotte stole Ms. Olivia Parker’s engagement and shamelessly married Benjamin herself.] [That lunatic ruined both their lives. Charlotte, go to hell!] My soul floated before the two of them, watching their intimate display with nothing but disgust. The screen began to flicker. “Now beginning official memory reading.” In the footage, twenty-year-old me sat in Carnegie Hall, playing Chopin’s “Nocturne.” Gentle light enveloped me. I wore a serene smile, completely different from the “madwoman” they described. Whispers occasionally arose from the surroundings. “This has to be fake, right? How could Charlotte be so gentle? Didn’t rumors say she’d been violent since childhood?” “You don’t understand. This is just an act. Charlotte is very good at pretending.” I watched my former gentle self on screen, feeling heartbroken. Back then, I was New York’s brightest jewel and a renowned pianist. But after marrying Benjamin, I stopped performing, handing my brilliant future over to others. After the performance ended, a handsome young man walked onto the stage carrying flowers. “Ms. Parker, I’m Benjamin Kingsley, your devoted fan.” Benjamin’s eyes then were full of sincere adoration, completely different from the cold man in today’s courtroom. He followed my piano tour for half a year, from France to Italy. Naturally, I fell in love with him. Benjamin in his wheelchair blinked and clenched his fists. Questioning voices arose from the audience. “Didn’t rumors say Charlotte stole Ms. Olivia Parker’s engagement? This looks like Benjamin actively pursued Charlotte?” Seeing this, Olivia stood up and said urgently: “Judge Williams, please skip to the key memories. Charlotte caused me to miscarry three times. Those memories can’t be faked.” I quietly watched her impatient manner, feeling cold inside. This stepsister who lived with me for eighteen years was now the loudest voice calling for my judgment. Judge Nicole Williams nodded. The footage suddenly switched to several years later. Olivia lay weakly in bed, carefully accepting the medicine I handed her. “Olivia, you’ve been frail lately. Drink this medicine.” She nodded and took just one sip before vomiting blood violently. Finally, the footage froze on Olivia’s incredulous face. She screamed at me: “Charlotte, why did you hurt me? Just because you can’t have children, you had to kill mine?”

My gaze slowly shifted from the glaring screen to Olivia’s face. She was covering her face, sobbing uncontrollably. Benjamin held her tenderly in his arms, gently patting her back to comfort her. The gallery erupted in angry curses, with people continuously hurling trash toward my corpse. “The evidence is clear! This vicious woman deserves to burn in hell!” My soul couldn’t help but tremble. I clenched my fists tightly. The footage continued playing. Olivia gripped my wrist tightly, tears streaming down her face. “Charlotte, this is the second time. What have I done wrong that you would treat my child this way…” Before I could react, the door was violently pushed open. Benjamin stood in the doorway, taking in Olivia’s pale face and the blood covering the floor, his gaze finally settling on me. He strode forward, pushed me to the ground, and roared: “Charlotte! Just because you can’t have children, you want to make Olivia suffer the same fate?” I was speechless, only able to watch as he picked up Olivia and left. I couldn’t help but shed tears. Once upon a time, Benjamin and I had a child too. When I first found out I was pregnant, Olivia specially brought me premium nutritional supplements to show her blessing. But shortly after taking these supplements, I experienced excruciating abdominal pain and was rushed to the hospital. When I woke up, the doctor announced that I had uterine tumors. The doctor had no choice but to remove my uterus along with the fetus. At that time, Benjamin was so heartbroken he nearly cried, holding me tightly and comforting me: “It doesn’t matter if we don’t have children. Charlotte, I just need you to be healthy.” But within half a year, he brought pregnant Olivia home to care for her attentively. Olivia bossed me around daily, as if she were the mistress of the house. Initially, I suggested sending Olivia back to her own home, but Benjamin coldly said: “You’ve lost your uterus, and Olivia is your stepsister. Her child will be our child from now on. Can’t you be more generous?” The footage paused. The courtroom erupted in cheers. “Charlotte deserved it! A vicious woman who harms others doesn’t deserve to be a mother!” “Even if Charlotte’s marriage-stealing is fake, the fact that she caused Olivia’s miscarriage is real, right? Charlotte’s death is the greatest contribution!” The curses from the audience rose and fell. Olivia leaned against Benjamin’s embrace, her eyes showing a hint of smugness. Nicole struck the gavel, saying sternly: “Silence! There’s still a missing segment of Charlotte’s memory to be shown.” The screen displayed footage again, showing me carefully preparing soup for pregnant Olivia. But just as I reached the door with the soup, I overheard her conversation with her personal maid. “Miss Olivia, the doctor we bribed has already relocated to Switzerland. Even if Charlotte wants to investigate, she won’t be able to find out that her uterus was deliberately removed.” Olivia said: “Good, now she’s just a useless woman. Once I give birth to a boy, I’ll be Mrs. Kingsley.” The maid said: “But you’re carrying another girl this time, I’m afraid…” Olivia chuckled dismissively: “That fool is about to bring me soup. I just need to frame her for the miscarriage like the previous two times. This way, Benjamin will pity me even more.” The footage froze. In the courtroom, both Benjamin and Olivia’s faces turned pale with panic.

Benjamin whirled around to face Olivia in shock, demanding loudly, “Olivia, have you been lying to me this whole time?” Olivia’s face went ashen, unable to speak for what felt like an eternity. Someone in the gallery shouted, “Mr. Kingsley has a vast fortune. Ms. Olivia Parker just wanted to give him a son who could inherit the family business. What’s wrong with that?” “Exactly! Even though Charlotte losing her child is pitiful, this is her karma for breaking up Mr. Kingsley and Ms. Olivia Parker!” Olivia immediately seized the moment, tears welling in her eyes as she grabbed Benjamin’s hand. “Benjamin, you’ve been married to Charlotte for so many years without having a single child. I was just afraid people would mock you, so I wanted to have a child for you in Charlotte’s place.” Benjamin remained silent, his eyes flickering with uncertainty. Seeing this, Olivia hurriedly continued, “Besides, Charlotte’s crimes don’t stop there. Have you forgotten how she squandered all the trust fund money you’d saved up over the years? “You were rushing to provide hurricane disaster relief, so you gave Charlotte your bank card to help purchase supplies. Instead, she took the money and lost it all in the stock market, causing the deaths of so many disaster victims.” The courtroom erupted in angry shouts. “I remember Mr. Kingsley was reported for donation fraud back then and got severely criticized. So it was Charlotte who did it?” “She dared to squander disaster relief money! Charlotte is truly greedy and vicious! Doesn’t she know that was life-saving money for so many people?” The audience cursed angrily, hurling countless pieces of trash at my corpse. The white sheet covering my body shifted, revealing my withered fingers. I felt my heart breaking and couldn’t catch my breath. Benjamin recalled the past, his expression returning to cold disgust. “Judge Williams, please continue.” The screen quickly switched. In the footage, I was being dragged up a mountain by several bodyguards. They locked me in a run-down villa. I desperately pounded on the door, screaming hoarsely, “Let me out! I need to purchase disaster relief supplies! Benjamin is waiting for me!” “Mrs. Kingsley, your mental illness is acting up again. Ms. Olivia Parker ordered us to confine you for two weeks.” I stared wide-eyed as they walked away, then could only sink down against the wall in despair. A few days earlier, on my birthday, Benjamin had come to my room. I was curled up by the bed, clutching a yellowed wedding photo in my hands. He seemed somewhat moved and handed me a bank card. “Charlotte, I can’t attend your birthday party tonight. I need to go to the disaster area. Time is urgent, so please help me purchase the relief supplies. “Even though you’ve been confused these past years, you’re still my wife. I believe in your abilities.” Olivia had overheard his words. That night, she deliberately released a dog to scare me at the birthday party, causing me to fall into the pool. I was soaked through, shivering from the cold. But she rolled up her sleeves crying, revealing fresh red scratches, and accused me in front of everyone: “Charlotte, it’s bad enough that you bully me every day using your status as Mrs. Kingsley, but now you’re even bullying a dog!” I couldn’t defend myself. She forced me to kneel on the ground and apologize to the dog. My humiliating appearance was photographed by the media, and my scandal was discussed online for three days and nights. Ever since I discovered the truth about Olivia causing my miscarriage, she not only tortured me in new ways every day but also played the victim in front of everyone. Over the years, whenever Olivia was unhappy, Benjamin would imprison me without question in the suburban villa, despite my severe claustrophobia. Years of physical and mental torture caused me to hallucinate from time to time, thinking everyone was trying to frame me. I developed severe depression because of this, but they all thought I was crazy. Even when I repeatedly told Benjamin the truth about Olivia framing me, he dismissed it as my delusion. I thought we might still have a chance to repair our relationship, but I was too naive. The villa was cold and damp. I curled up hugging myself when I heard knocking at the door. “Charlotte, why are you locked up? Are you okay?” Hearing my mother Lily’s voice, I burst into tears. Ever since I married Benjamin against their advice, my parents had completely cut ties with me. I never expected that in my most vulnerable and helpless moment, it would be my family who found me first. I wiped away my tears and desperately stood on my tiptoes to show my face through the window. “Mom, I’m fine. Benjamin is still waiting for me. Can you help me with something?” Even though I was imprisoned, I couldn’t let those disaster victims suffer. I entrusted Benjamin’s request and the black card to Lily, and she hurried away. When my three-day confinement ended, I was met with Benjamin’s utterly disappointed gaze. “Charlotte, I trusted you so much. How could you take all the disaster relief money I prepared and spend it on luxury goods? That was half my life’s savings!”

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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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I, Rylee Grant, was reborn back to Christmas 1975. At that time, I was only three months pregnant. I told no one and quietly had an abortion. But from then on, I still wrapped my belly with padding every day, pretending to still be pregnant. This was because in my previous life, my husband Wyatt Courtland’s first love Grace Wilson and I gave birth on the same day. She successfully delivered a healthy baby boy, while I gave birth to a mixed-race child. Wyatt flew into a rage and publicly denounced me as a slut, saying I had an unspeakable relationship with a foreigner. I desperately tried to explain, crying repeatedly that the child wasn’t mine, but no one believed me. Not only that, he also took the initiative to report me, turning in several foreign letters he found in our home. I was taken away by the FBI and sentenced to prison on espionage charges. I was sentenced to ten years in prison. When I was released, I was nothing but skin and bones. Wyatt, however, was promoted for his merit in reporting me. That day, he held Grace’s hand and my biological son’s hand, throwing me five hundred dollars like charity. He said: “Grace was accidentally deceived back then and got pregnant. Unlike you, she’s too fragile to endure hardship. I had no choice but to switch the two children. This five hundred dollars is compensation for your ten years and your innocence. You have a criminal record now, and I’ve already filed for divorce and gotten together with Grace. Our son also thinks you’re not worthy of me. You’d better take care of yourself.” My son also looked at me with disgust: “Grace is very good to me. And you’ve been in prison! I don’t want a mom like you!” The moment I learned the truth, I was so angry I coughed up blood and died. Now that I’m living again, I want to see what they can use to scheme against me this time without a child! ***** Returning to the Courtland house from the hospital, I ran straight into Wyatt helping Grace prepare to go out. Fortunately, I had wrapped my belly with padding beforehand to conceal the truth, so they didn’t notice anything unusual. Grace smiled and said: “Rylee, my stomach feels a bit uncomfortable. I mentioned it to Wyatt, and he said he’d take me to the hospital for a checkup. Look at him, making such a big fuss over a small matter. He’s so responsible – when you have your baby, he’ll definitely be a good father too.” If it were before, I really would have fantasized about raising children with Wyatt because of her few words. But after being reborn, I realized how ridiculous I had been, actually believing that Grace and Wyatt genuinely cared about me. Their eyes fell on my belly without a trace of concern, only naked greed and calculation. In my previous life, I never noticed that Wyatt, my husband, cared far more about Grace than me. Even when we went into labor on the same day, I was still foolishly thinking how coincidental it was, and if the children happened to be a boy and a girl, we could arrange their engagement in advance. After the children were born, Wyatt rushed into the hospital room holding a swaddled baby and slapped me hard across the face without a word. He said I had betrayed him and actually had relations with a foreigner. I couldn’t believe it, but I still took the child and looked – it was indeed a mixed-race baby. Wyatt demanded a divorce from me in front of everyone at the hospital, and no matter how I explained, he refused to believe me. He even reported me to the FBI for allegedly colluding with foreigners and suspected of selling state secrets, attaching so-called “evidence” he had found in the study – letters of my correspondence with foreigners. I instantly became a despised spy, arrested and sent to prison before my body had recovered, sentenced to ten years. I suffered endless torture in prison. Finally, on the day of my release, Wyatt embraced Grace and told me the truth, and I realized it had all been a scheme they had orchestrated together. Wyatt held Grace’s hand and my biological son’s hand, throwing me five hundred dollars like charity. He said: “Grace was accidentally deceived back then and got pregnant. Unlike you, she’s too fragile to endure hardship. I had no choice but to switch the two children. This five hundred dollars is compensation for your ten years and your innocence. You have a criminal record now, and I’ve already filed for divorce and gotten together with Grace. Our son also thinks you’re not worthy of me. You’d better take care of yourself.” My biological son looked at me with disgust: “Grace is very good to me. And you’ve been in prison! I don’t want a mom like you!” Already weakened by my imprisonment, I was literally killed by their shameless behavior. Thinking of my miserable end in my previous life, while Wyatt climbed higher by stepping on me and lived sweetly with Grace, the hatred in my heart almost burst through my chest. “A good father? That’s not necessarily true.” I smiled coldly, my tone sarcastic. “I said I had a cold and needed to go to the hospital, but Wyatt didn’t care about me either. It seems his concern for you is indeed much more than for me.” Wyatt’s expression changed slightly, and he forced himself to remain calm as he explained: “Don’t misunderstand, Rylee. You used to be a soldier with good physical condition. Grace is different – she’s been frail since childhood. Moreover, her parents were both martyrs and are no longer in this world. Now she’s alone with her husband not by her side, so naturally I, as her brother, should take extra care of her.” He spoke so righteously, as if he truly had no selfish motives. Before leaving with Grace, Wyatt turned back to add: “If you’re not feeling well, just rest in bed. Oh, and don’t take cold medicine carelessly – it could affect the baby.” The first half was insignificant; the second half was his real point. Noticing his gaze fall on my belly again, I casually brushed him off with a few words, then turned and went upstairs, taking out cold medicine and swallowing it directly. What a joke! That ungrateful child was already gone – what could possibly be affected?

That very evening, I used my pregnancy discomfort as an excuse to demand separate bedrooms from Wyatt. Wyatt was initially reluctant to agree. Grace convinced him, saying that letting me, a pregnant woman with physical limitations, rest properly would benefit the baby’s development. Only then did he reluctantly consent. He said, “Grace is right. If sleeping separately is good for the baby, then we’ll sleep separately. But Rylee, you must take care of your health. If anything seems wrong with the baby, call me immediately.” If I hadn’t already known he was only worried about something happening to my child—leaving no one to take the blame for Grace—I might have actually believed he cared about me. Unfortunately, it was all just an illusion. I lowered my eyes, hiding the hatred within them, and nodded gently. “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely take good care of the baby.” Hearing this, Wyatt felt much more at ease. He knew me well and understood that I always kept my word. When we first met through a mutual colleague’s introduction, I fell for him at first sight. Learning he was a traditional man, I had even promised that if I could marry him, I would focus on our family. After our marriage, I indeed applied to suspend all my work commitments. Therefore, even though my former military rank was slightly higher than Wyatt’s, he remained convinced that I was deeply in love with him, even certain that he had me completely under his control. Over the following period, I pretended to know nothing while quietly watching his undisguised favoritism toward Grace. Military work was indeed demanding, but whenever he had the slightest free time, he would accompany Grace to her prenatal appointments. The hospital staff had long since assumed Wyatt was Grace’s husband. When the doctor mentioned that “the baby’s mother is a bit underweight,” Wyatt immediately bought plenty of meat, cooking nutritious meals for Grace every day. Of course, since Grace suffered from severe morning sickness, most of that meat ended up in my mouth instead. Her health didn’t improve much, but I became considerably more robust, feeling much more energetic during my morning physical training. Wyatt was somewhat displeased about this, but couldn’t say much. After all, I was his wife in name. What husband buys meat that his wife can’t eat? Perhaps seeing Wyatt and Grace growing too close, many neighbors came to warn me. “Rylee, I know you’re easygoing, but you can’t be indifferent to everything. Wyatt is young and promising—you need to be careful not to let another woman steal him away.” I simply smiled and thanked them for their concern. Right now, I couldn’t be happier that Wyatt was putting all his attention on Grace. Otherwise, if he had touched my belly even once or suddenly decided to accompany me to a prenatal appointment, he would have discovered there was no baby in my stomach at all. The belly that now appeared similar to Grace’s was actually the result of my daily observations of her changing figure, constantly adjusting padding to create the effect. Wyatt didn’t disappoint me. Right up until the due date, he never noticed anything unusual, only growing anxious about my belly showing no signs of labor. Grace had been experiencing frequent contractions lately and could give birth at any moment. The doctor advised her to stay at the hospital, but fearing complications, she insisted on returning home, watching my belly obsessively every day. After two more days, Grace couldn’t wait any longer. She cried that she was in pain, and Wyatt immediately brought a plate of drugged lobster bisque and knocked on my door. He said, “Rylee, this is lobster bisque my mom sent over. Try some quickly—get some nutrition.”

I glanced at the lobster bisque—only broth remained in the plate. The so-called lobster meat had probably been sent to Grace long ago. I took the plate of lobster bisque, and under Wyatt’s expectant gaze, I simply set it aside. Sure enough, Wyatt immediately lost his composure. He couldn’t help but say, “Mom made this soup herself. If you wait any longer, it’ll get cold and won’t taste good. Try it quickly—don’t waste her kind gesture.” “She has kind gestures for me?” I almost laughed out loud, my tone dripping with sarcasm. Wyatt’s mother, Hayley Courtland, had always despised me for not being gentle and considerate enough. She thought I wasn’t the type who could keep a household running smoothly. She looked down on my ordinary background—my parents were from the countryside. Compared to Grace, a war hero’s descendant, I naturally fell far short. Her favorite line was: “Sigh, why didn’t I set up Grace and Wyatt back then? I adore Grace so much more than that cold Rylee.” After we both got pregnant, she only had eyes for Grace. Whatever good things the family had, she gave them all to Grace. My turn never came. Wyatt knew all of this. Remembering Hayley’s attitude toward me, a flash of guilt crossed his eyes. But quickly, he found an excuse: “Rylee, Mom just has a tough exterior but a soft heart. She’s actually very kind. How could she possibly not care about our child? She made this soup with her own hands. Just don’t hold it against her, okay? She’s my mother!” I said nothing more, as if convinced by his words, and picked up the plate of soup, draining it in one go. Wyatt breathed a sigh of relief and contentedly took away the empty plate. I knew that plate of soup definitely contained labor-inducing drugs. Before long, I pretended the medication was taking effect, clutching my stomach and crying out in pain: “Oh no, my stomach hurts so much! Am I going into labor? Wyatt, get me to the hospital quickly!” Wyatt and Grace exchanged glances, barely containing their excitement. Grace immediately pressed her hands to her stomach too: “Wyatt, I think I’m going into labor too!” “Perfect, Grace is going into labor too! I’ll take you both to the hospital right now!” Wyatt eagerly ran to a neighbor’s house to borrow a car, then drove Grace and me to the hospital. Just as we arrived at the hospital, Grace’s pants were already soaked, and she was crying pitifully: “It hurts so much… Wyatt, am I going to die?” He tenderly picked her up, only throwing me a single line: “Grace’s situation is more urgent. I’ll take her first—figure it out yourself!” I rolled my eyes at his retreating figure and leisurely walked into the private delivery room I had arranged in advance. Standing in the room was the very doctor Wyatt had paid off. What he didn’t know was that a few days ago, I had already renegotiated terms with this doctor, offering him a higher price to work for me instead. I lay on the hospital bed for several hours, finally waiting for Wyatt’s arrival. Wyatt was carrying a baby blanket. Seeing me lying with my eyes closed as if asleep, he tiptoed in, heading straight for the “child” placed beside me. He carefully set the blanket by the bed. Before he could get a good look at “our” child, I called out to him: “Wyatt, what are you doing?” Caught off guard by my voice, Wyatt was so startled he nearly dropped the bundle in his arms. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, securing the child and forcing a weak smile in my direction. “I wasn’t doing anything. Look, Grace has already given birth. I just wanted to come see you and our child.” At that moment, Grace’s baby in his arms seemed to sense the change in environment and suddenly burst into loud cries. Wyatt’s eyes flickered as he pulled back the swaddling cloth. With just one glance, his expression changed drastically, fury blazing in his eyes. “Rylee, is this really your biological child? You actually had an affair?” This angry outburst caught the attention of all the patients and families in the ward. People crowded around, wanting to see what was happening. The Courtland family, who had just received the news and rushed over, pushed to the front. Hayley immediately spotted the mixed-race child. She shrieked, “Rylee, you shameless woman! My son Wyatt is accomplished and handsome. When you two got married, we prepared so many wedding gifts for you. How have we ever wronged you? You actually had an affair with a foreigner and gave birth to his child. You’re absolutely shameless!” She collapsed to the floor, wailing and crying, saying she wanted to drag me out and beat me to death. Her performance won the sympathy of the onlookers, who joined in condemning me. In the chaos, Grace also struggled out on her weak legs. Seeing the situation before her, a flash of satisfaction crossed her eyes, but she covered her mouth and feigned surprise, saying, “Oh my, Rylee, you actually had an affair and had someone else’s child? No wonder when I was at home, I always saw you writing in characters I couldn’t understand…” After saying this, she put on an act of looking at me with some remorse, as if she was afraid. She said, “I’m sorry, Rylee. This was your secret. I shouldn’t have said anything.” Wyatt immediately shielded her behind him and righteously scolded me: “Rylee, I never imagined you were this kind of person, actually corresponding with foreigners? Did you leak military intelligence from my unit? You were once a soldier too—don’t you know this information can’t be shared? Even if you’re my wife, I absolutely won’t cover for you! Mom, Dad, contact the FBI immediately and tell them we’ve discovered a spy!” Hearing the word “spy,” everyone’s gaze toward me filled with hatred. “Traitor, bitch! Lock her up in prison!” “She’s shameless! Mr. Courtland did the right thing reporting her. She doesn’t deserve such a good man!” “Stone her! Let’s see if she dares to be a spy again!” In this sensitive era, emotions ran high, and the crowd was furious, ready to beat me to death on the spot. Someone threw a precious egg they normally couldn’t bear to eat, hitting my bedside and splattering yolk on my face. Seeing my disheveled state, Grace hid behind the crowd and smirked. But when our eyes met for an instant, her heart trembled and her smile froze. In her imagination, I should have been frantically trying to defend myself. But I just stared at her coldly, as if I could see through all her pretenses and schemes. Grace felt a wave of unease. Her gaze fell on the baby in Wyatt’s arms, and she suddenly froze. This baby seemed to have barely cried from the beginning. Just as she was about to pull Wyatt aside to say something, commotion came from outside. “We’re with the FBI. Please step aside, everyone!”

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My five-year-old daughter Anna Lewis declared in front of the entire family during dinner that she was a reborn soul. She said, “In two minutes, Mom will personally hand me over to human traffickers and gouge out my eyes.” Everyone thought Anna was just talking nonsense. However, two minutes later, Anna really disappeared. When we found her again, her eyes were already a bloody mess. I, Lena Reed, rushed to hold Anna and dash to the hospital, but she whispered, “In the next second, Mom will stage a car accident to kill me completely because she suspects I’m not her biological child.” As soon as she finished speaking, a truck indeed crashed into the ambulance. Now the whole family began to believe that Anna might truly be a reborn soul. I desperately crawled out of the car, wanting to go back and save Anna, but my husband Anton Lewis grabbed me in fury, beat me severely, and left me bleeding on the roadside. Anna received timely medical treatment. Then she said again, “Mom is a homewrecker. To steal Dad away from Diana Edwards, she deliberately got pregnant with me. She doesn’t love me at all.” The whole family felt heartbroken for Anna, and Anton immediately filed for divorce and kicked me out of the house. I wandered the streets and eventually died from infected wounds in a garbage dump. When I woke up again, I had returned to the day Anna announced she was a reborn soul. ***** “I’m a reborn soul, I can predict the future.” Anna said in her childish voice. I opened my eyes and saw her standing on the table with her hands on her hips, looking proud. The whole family sat around, treating it as innocent childish nonsense, nobody taking it seriously. But I felt a chill down my spine. In my previous life, it was precisely because of these words that I ended up dying miserably on the streets. I touched the wounds on my body that had healed completely, yet the excruciating pain seemed to still linger in my body. Anton’s mother Sarah Lewis then chimed in, “Yes, yes, our Anna is a prophet, she’ll definitely achieve great things in the future.” But the dismissive tone in her voice triggered Anna’s displeasure, and she shouted loudly, “I’m telling the truth! In my past life, it was Mom who killed me, personally handing me over to human traffickers! “My eyes will be gouged out too, I’ll become blind!” Anna glared at me angrily, her expression terrifyingly serious. Her words immediately drew disapproval from Anton’s father Elliot Lewis. “Hey, what are you talking about? Been watching too many cartoons?” Hearing this, Anna threw herself into Sarah’s arms with a grieved expression. “Grandma, I’m not lying, Mom is a bad person, I don’t want to die…” Sarah said, “Anna is still young, you’re actually taking her words seriously? Why are you getting angry with her?” Seeing Sarah doting on Anna like this, I couldn’t help but sneer. If it weren’t for Anna’s words in my previous life that led to my miserable death, I might have believed it too. After comforting Anna, Sarah turned to look at me. “Lena, don’t just stand there. I noticed we’re out of salt in the kitchen, go downstairs and buy a pack.” I nodded, my mind calculating how to deal with Anna, and was just about to leave. Just then, Anna suddenly looked at me with terror. “Ah? Mom, are you going out to contact the human traffickers? Mom, don’t take me away!”

Anna’s sudden reaction worried Sarah, who immediately pulled Anna into a tight embrace. “Oh my, what’s gotten into Anna today? Why does she keep saying such strange things?” I stopped at the doorway, watching Anna curled up in Sarah’s arms, then glanced at the wall clock. At that moment, there was still one minute left before the time Anna claimed I would hand her over to human traffickers. Earlier, concerned that Anna might have been frightened, I hadn’t planned to go out shopping and had asked Sarah to do the errands instead. She had stayed with me for a while, then said her stomach hurt and needed to use the bathroom. I personally escorted her to the restroom, and she never came out. Even now, thinking back on it, I find the whole thing incredibly bizarre. Later, when the traffickers called with their ransom demands, we learned that Anna had truly been kidnapped. The police even sent someone to examine the bathroom, but they could never figure out how a five-year-old child could end up 30 miles away within an hour. I hesitated for a moment, closed the door, and pulled out my phone to call Anton. “Hey, remember to pick up some salt on your way home from work. Anna’s acting up at home—she might be sick.” Anton’s irritated voice came through the phone. “Are you kidding me? I’m in the middle of a client meeting! What exactly do you do at home? Can’t you go buy it yourself?” He hung up immediately after that. I wasn’t angry. I turned and walked back into the house, saying to Sarah, “Sarah, I think Anna might be traumatized. Let’s stay with her in the living room. I’ll arrange for a psychologist to come check on her later.” Hearing this, Sarah frowned. “Are you really being this dramatic? Anna’s just being a little mischievous.” “A child’s physical health is important, but so is their mental health.” I put on a worried expression and walked over to touch Anna’s face. Then I got up and pushed open the bathroom door, saying, “Sarah, didn’t I tell you the bathroom needs regular cleaning? Look, there are cockroaches running around. I just bought new insecticide and need to spray it thoroughly. Don’t let anyone use the bathroom for the next three hours—you could get poisoned.” My actions clearly disrupted Anna’s plan. Her expression showed obvious panic. This time, let’s see how Anna would validate her rebirth prophecy. Two minutes passed, and the so-called rebirth prophecy naturally fell apart. No one in the family took it seriously. Just then, Anna suddenly shouted loudly, “No, I’m going to mess my pants!” Sarah panicked when she heard this. “Oh no, what should we do? Lena, can’t we use the bathroom yet?” I had noticed Anna’s shifty eyes from the start—she was clearly plotting something. Looking at her, I pulled out a basin I had prepared earlier and said, “Just go here. The bathroom definitely can’t be used.” “I want to use the bathroom! I don’t want to go in a basin, or I’ll mess my pants!” Anna threatened. I just chuckled coldly. “Then go ahead and mess them. The bathroom can’t be used today anyway, and I can change you into clean pants.” My response left Anna speechless for a moment. She shouted frantically, “Mommy is the bad guy! Grandma, call the police and arrest Mommy, or she’s going to kill me!” I said, “Fine, when the police come, I’ll tell them you messed your pants.” Seeing my indifference, Anna simply pouted and started holding her breath, her face gradually turning red. “Anna, why are you doing this? Open your mouth and breathe!” Sarah was really afraid she’d hurt herself and quickly pried open her mouth. Watching her sulky behavior, I felt completely unmoved. Regarding Anna, I’ve always felt my parenting approach wasn’t fundamentally flawed. I tried to fulfill any reasonable request she had. I did everything I could to raise her to be an honest, loving child, but I could never understand why she turned out the way she did. Seeing my firm attitude, Anna actually held her breath and messed her pants. A foul smell spread through the room, and Sarah covered her nose, scolding, “You little brat!” She went to get water, preparing to clean Anna’s bottom. I didn’t stop her, just calmly got up and went to the bedroom to get clean pants. However, when I walked out of the room with the pants, I was completely stunned. Sarah stood there looking bewildered, holding the basin as we stared at each other, and Anna was gone! The living room was empty. Elliot had somehow fallen asleep on the couch, and Anna’s soiled pants were still lying on the floor. Sarah was frantic, searching every corner of the house inside and out, but there was no trace of Anna anywhere. No sound of doors opening or footsteps—a five-year-old child had mysteriously vanished once again. I muttered to myself, “How is this possible?” I was even more anxious than Sarah because I knew exactly what was coming next. “Is it really impossible to change?” I gritted my teeth, searching the room for any clues, but found nothing. Panic set in, and I instinctively made the same decision as in my previous life—I called the police. While waiting for the officers to arrive, I searched the entire neighborhood but still couldn’t find any trace of Anna. Unwilling to give up, I asked the property management to pull the security footage, but Anna was nowhere to be seen in the recordings. When the police arrived, everything unfolded almost exactly as it had in my previous life. They couldn’t find any valuable leads either, leaving us with nothing but a request for patience before they departed. It wasn’t until I received that video of Anna with her eyes gouged out that I fell into complete despair. What was meant to happen had happened. The kidnappers called, demanding a ransom of one million dollars. Seeing Anna’s condition, Sarah sobbed uncontrollably. Anton also rushed home from work. When he saw the footage of Anna being tortured, he charged at me in fury and delivered two resounding slaps across my face. He roared, “I asked you to watch the child at home—this is how you watch her? If anything happens to Anna, I’ll make you pay with your life!” If the police hadn’t been there, he probably would have killed me. Later, when the police questioned us again about any unusual circumstances during Anna’s disappearance, Elliot suddenly seemed to remember something and said, “I remember Anna saying that her mom would personally hand her over to human traffickers and gouge out her eyes.” Anna’s prophecy had come true. Sarah also looked like she’d had a revelation: “That’s right, I was recording at the time and think I caught it on video.” Sarah pulled out her phone and showed the video from that day. In the background of the footage, Anna was standing on the table, shouting those words that would send me plummeting into the abyss. I was stunned, having completely failed to notice when Sarah had recorded this video. Before I could fully process what was happening, Anton suddenly lunged at me like a madman, grabbing my collar: “That’s your own daughter—how could you do such a thing? Are you even human?” Before the police could pull him away, he kicked me hard in the chest. I crashed heavily to the ground, the intense pain snapping me back to reality. “Something’s wrong—something’s not right,” I thought frantically, until I saw Anton’s angry, twisted face and suddenly realized what it was. I said, “You believe the nonsense of a five-year-old? Your parents were both home at the time—why don’t you go suspect them instead?”

Sarah panicked when she saw me glaring at them. “That’s right, Anton. Lena was home with us the whole time taking care of Anna. How could she possibly do such a thing?” “Then how do you explain this?” Anton was about to charge over and beat me up again. At that moment, the police finally stepped in to stop him. “Enough! Saving lives is what matters. Wasting time arguing isn’t worth it.” The officer’s words helped Anton calm down slightly, but he still glared at me with hatred. The police then motioned for me to use my phone to call the kidnappers again so they could track their location. But just then, something Sarah said suddenly put me on high alert. I thought to myself: “Where did she learn to say those things? Could she really be reborn too?” My heart skipped a beat. If Anna truly was reborn and had been confronting me for so long, wouldn’t she have noticed that I was reborn too? So who was really behind Anna’s lies? I paused briefly, then said firmly: “No need to make the call. I know where the kidnappers will arrange to meet me.” The police looked at me with confusion. To prevent Anton from losing control, I specifically asked the officers to go to a separate room where I told them the exact location. Initially, the police didn’t believe me, until my phone received a text message from the kidnappers with the transaction details. The location mentioned was exactly the same as what I had told them. Though shocked, the police had no choice but to temporarily follow my arrangements in order to rescue the victim as quickly as possible. I made a further request: deploy only a small police force at the designated location for the arrest, while strengthening vehicle checkpoints on the main roads leading to the hospital. The lead officer said: “This is too risky, too dangerous. I have to be responsible for the hostage and my team members.” “But what if these kidnappers are just ordinary people being used? The real mastermind might be waiting on the road to ambush us!” I said emotionally. “I don’t want to watch them die.” The officer sensed something unusual about me and eventually agreed to my request, but also made it clear that they would immediately adjust their strategy if the situation changed. Actually, I dared to make this suggestion for a reason. In my previous life, after the police successfully rescued Anna, interrogation revealed that the kidnappers were actually a group of college students looking for part-time work. They claimed someone had hired them to stage a kidnapping, not knowing it would be real. This time, I arrived at the location agreed upon with the kidnappers right on time with the ransom money. Just like in my previous life, the police operation went very smoothly, and Anna was safely rescued. Due to her severe injuries, Anna was immediately rushed to the hospital for treatment. Throughout the journey, I stayed by her side. She looked to be in terrible pain, with the wounds around both eye sockets already infected. She was only five years old, my most beloved daughter. Seeing her in this condition broke my heart. This time, I didn’t wait for her to speak first. Instead, I asked the question that had been weighing on my mind: “Anna, tell me, did Daddy tell you to do this?” However, the moment I finished speaking, Anna suddenly started screaming: “Ahhhhh, Mommy, please don’t kill me! I was wrong! I’ll never speak out of turn again!” While she was crying and shouting, she secretly slipped a watch into my hand. BANG! A thunderous crash erupted as a fully loaded truck came barreling toward us without warning. The vehicle Anna and I were in flipped over instantly. What was meant to happen had finally come to pass. I crawled out through the ambulance’s side window again, overwhelmed by intense dizziness that made me nauseous. I watched Anton, Elliot, and Sarah jump out of their police car and rush over to help. When Anna was pulled from the wreckage, she had completely lost consciousness and couldn’t say a word. Nearly half the ambulance had been crushed, and one paramedic died on the spot. Police dragged the truck driver, Russell Hart, from his seat and quickly restrained him. “My Anna!” While I stood there in a daze, Anton’s anguished cry pierced my ears. I turned to see him holding Anna’s lifeless body, sobbing in despair. His pain was real and profound—definitely not an act. Sarah screamed, “It’s you! You killed my granddaughter! I heard it—she begged you not to kill her!” “Give me back my granddaughter, give her back…” Sarah ran over and slapped me hard across the face, then collapsed to the ground, weeping uncontrollably. The pain helped clear my head slightly. I stared at Russell, struggling to accept what I was seeing. I mumbled, “No, impossible. How could Anna be dead? She was supposed to be saved.” “What went wrong? What the hell went wrong?” The outcome had changed, but I had too many questions. Before I could figure it out, Anton suddenly pulled out a knife and lunged at me. Caught off guard, I was stabbed multiple times. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to tear me apart alive. He roared, “Why? Why did you kidnap Anna? Wasn’t beating her enough for you?” “She’s just a child! Even if she knew about your business, so what? Why did you have to kill her to keep her quiet? You monster! You don’t deserve to be her mother, you don’t deserve…” Anton kept saying things I couldn’t understand. I wanted to ask what he meant, but suddenly my body felt weightless. I collapsed. Anton was also subdued by arriving officers. The crash scene descended into chaos. I had so many unanswered questions, but there was no one left to provide answers. At my hospital bedside, a lawyer said, “Ms. Reed, your daughter is dead, and police are investigating whether you’re involved in her murder.” “This is something your husband asked me to give you. Please review it.” He handed me a document: “This divorce agreement has already been signed by Mr. Lewis. He asked me to tell you he’s willing to give you all the family assets.” “However, he will also file a lawsuit against you, charging you with murdering your own daughter. We’ll notify you separately about the court date.” The lawyer left after speaking. I stared at the divorce papers in my hands, gripping them tightly. “Why me?” I whispered to myself. Though this life was different from the last, the result was the same. I didn’t understand what I’d done wrong or where things had gone off track. I’d suspected Anton, but judging by his current behavior, he seemed to have no reason to manipulate Anna into doing those things. So why had Anna become like that, constantly saying I would hurt her? What could a five-year-old child have experienced to make her act that way? After thinking long and hard, I suddenly remembered what Anton had said when he stabbed me. He must know some truth I didn’t. But given the current situation, there was no way he’d communicate with me calmly. Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind. After being discharged, I went straight to the police station. Since my case was still under investigation, I was a key person of interest. After hearing my request, the police agreed to let me see Anna’s body in the morgue, but with time restrictions. When I saw the dark purple bruises covering Anna’s body, I froze completely. The medical examiner told me these marks could only result from prolonged, severe abuse. He also said, “And her injuries show old wounds that hadn’t healed before new ones were added. If you didn’t hurt Anna, then someone else definitely did.” The police also told me Russell wasn’t a suspect—the accident was caused by vehicle malfunction. Combined with Anna’s statements before her death, all evidence seemed to point to me again. The officer continued, “However, we discovered your daughter was missing something. Your husband said it was a digital watch. Have you seen it?” His words hit me like thunder. I didn’t immediately turn over the watch, instead pretending ignorance and quickly leaving the station. Only after confirming I was safe did I open the watch. A memo popped up on the tiny screen. As I read those lines of text, tears instantly streamed down my face. I finally understood why Anna had become the way she was.

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General Adam Foster accidentally fell into the water, while his aide Gavin James was off with his adopted sister Janet James, setting off fireworks in the distance. After my rebirth, I, Milani James, didn’t panic and run to find Gavin like I had in my previous life. Instead, I rushed to the riverbank without hesitation and personally pulled Adam to safety. This was because in my past life, I had taken Gavin away. He arrived just in time to rescue Adam and was regarded as his savior, leading to a bright future ahead. However, Janet was disfigured in a fire caused by the fireworks and eventually broke down and committed suicide. On the surface, Gavin remained calm as usual, telling me it was just an accident. But when I returned home with my college acceptance letter, he grabbed a wooden stick and brutally broke my leg. His face was twisted with rage, his eyes filled with hatred: “Mr. Foster can swim—you didn’t need to call me over to save him! If you hadn’t deliberately tried to steal attention and get my notice, how would Janet have gotten hurt and killed herself? Now you want to go to college and start a new life? Dream on! Your future and your life both belong to Janet as compensation!” Under his beating, I was battered and barely alive. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day Adam accidentally fell into the water. ***** With a splash, the person walking ahead stumbled and fell into the water. My mind was in chaos as memories from my past life came flooding back. I stared at this familiar scene in a daze. I had actually been reborn to that moment in Christmas 1984 when Adam came for an inspection and accidentally fell into the water! Once I realized what was happening, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest with excitement. I instinctively glanced toward the small grove that was just a few minutes’ run away, then turned around without hesitation and jumped into the water. The current wasn’t too strong, and the water wasn’t too deep, but Adam was already unconscious—the situation was extremely critical. I used all my strength to drag him struggling to shore. After quickly clearing his mouth and nose, I wiped the water from my face and began chest compressions. Before long, he coughed up some water but still hadn’t regained consciousness. Staying calm, I pulled out a piece of candy I’d been saving from my pocket and put it directly in his mouth. Finally, Adam slowly opened his eyes. He asked in confusion, “What… happened to me?” Meeting those slightly bewildered eyes, I breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness—I had saved him again this time. I said, “Mr. Foster, you probably fainted from low blood sugar and fell into the water. It was really dangerous.” Hearing how I addressed him, Adam’s eyes sharpened slightly, his gaze sweeping over me once. He asked, “Young lady, who are you?” I pressed my lips together, knowing my form of address had raised his suspicions, and quickly explained, “Mr. Foster, I’m Gavin’s sister, Milani.” Rather than clearing his doubts, Adam looked even more puzzled: “I’ve met Gavin’s sister—her name is Janet. I never heard him mention having two sisters.” I clenched my fists, smiling bitterly to myself. That’s right—Gavin had never acknowledged me as his sister in front of others. Ever since our mother Camille James died, his eyes and heart had only room for Janet, the adopted daughter our father Caden James brought home. In my past life, to cheer up Janet after we’d had a fight, he had taken her to see fireworks when he should have been on duty. When I discovered Adam had fallen into the water, I immediately ran to the grove to find them and dragged Gavin back to the river. He saved Adam and was thus appreciated and promoted by him, becoming his trusted assistant within a few years. But I never expected that Gavin’s heart was only concerned with Janet, who had been in an accident. He hated me, thinking I had deliberately called him away, that I was responsible for the death of his beloved Janet. Even today, I can’t forget the bone-deep pain when he swung that wooden stick at me again and again. He said, “Mr. Foster can swim—you didn’t need to call me over to save him! If you hadn’t deliberately tried to steal attention and get my notice, how would Janet have gotten hurt and killed herself? Now you want to go to college and start a new life? Dream on! Your future and your life both belong to Janet as compensation!” Fortunately, I had been reborn. Since he didn’t want to become Adam’s savior and only wanted to stay with Janet, so be it. This time, I would seize this opportunity with my own hands. I gave Adam a bitter smile and explained quietly, “I’m his biological sister, but Gavin doesn’t really like me. He prefers his adopted sister Janet. It’s normal that you don’t know about me.” Adam was taken aback, not expecting his young subordinate’s family situation to be so complicated. Looking at my thin clothes and soaked appearance, his face showed some guilt. “I’m truly sorry. You saved my life, yet I questioned your identity. That was my fault.” He bowed his head and apologized sincerely. Though I already knew Adam was an upright person, I was still moved by his gesture. I quickly said, “Mr. Foster, please don’t say that. Given your important position, it’s right to be cautious. Besides, you serve the country with dedication, shedding blood and sweat without fear of sacrifice—I’ve always admired you greatly. Being able to help you is my honor.” After hearing these words, Adam looked at me with a hint of approval. He said, “Good, you’re quite enlightened for a young girl—much better than that brother of yours.” Mentioning Gavin, Adam looked around and, not seeing him anywhere, his expression darkened: “Where the hell did Gavin run off to?” I sighed, looking as if I wanted to speak but hesitated. Adam was sharp enough to immediately understand my meaning from my expression. He pressed urgently, “Do you know where Gavin went?” After a moment’s hesitation, I nodded: “It’s my fault. I shouldn’t have argued with Janet over new clothes just because my old ones were too thin, making her upset. To cheer her up, Gavin said he’d take her to see the fireworks…”

Adam’s gaze fell on my clothes once again. At first, he had only given them a cursory glance, thinking they were too thin. Now, taking a closer look, he realized that not only were they thin, but they were also completely ill-fitting—the sleeves and hem were way too short. Adam felt a pang of discomfort in his heart. Originally, he had a good impression of Gavin, thinking he was young and promising with a bright future ahead. But to think he would treat his own sister this way. Adam said angrily, “This is absolutely ridiculous! It’s bad enough that he abandoned his post, but how much could a piece of clothing cost? If he has money to buy fireworks, can’t he buy you a decent outfit? “Come on, come back to Foster Manor with me first. I have a granddaughter about your age. Let me get some of her clothes for you to change into so you don’t catch a cold!” I couldn’t refuse his insistence, and eventually followed Adam back to Foster Manor. After learning what had happened, Adam’s wife Vanessa Foster was also heartbroken. She quickly brought out warm clothing and personally made me a bowl of hot soup. But perhaps from being in the cold wind too long, combined with long-term malnutrition, my body couldn’t hold up anymore. My head felt dizzy and my cheeks were burning hot. When they took my temperature, it had reached 102.2℉. Adam felt even more guilty and immediately called his driver Peter Smith. He instructed, “Peter, drive us to the hospital, then go find Gavin and tell him his sister is sick!” Peter immediately responded and drove us to the hospital. I was already delirious with fever. When the doctor saw my condition, he was startled and couldn’t help but scold Adam: “Why didn’t you bring her in sooner? How careless of you!” Adam, who was usually so dignified, could only smile sheepishly and ask the doctor to please treat me well. In my daze, I heard him talking quietly with Vanessa. Adam said, “This poor girl is my lifesaver. We need to take better care of her from now on.” Vanessa said, “I think so too. She looks about the same age as our granddaughter, but she’s so much thinner. You can tell she doesn’t eat well or live well at home. Gavin looks so robust, but he’s too heartless toward his own sister!” “I never expected him to be such a bastard. Not only did he abandon his post this time, but if it weren’t for Milani, I might have lost my life!” Adam said, becoming even more disappointed in Gavin. When Peter returned and they saw no one behind him, Adam was so angry he nearly threw his cup. He asked, “Where’s Gavin?” Peter looked at me with pity, his expression troubled: “Mr. Gavin James didn’t come. He said he was busy.” Adam frowned deeply: “What’s he busy with? He can’t even spare time when his sister is sick?” I struggled to sit up, my voice hoarse but calm: “Gavin is probably playing with Janet.” Adam said, “Ridiculous! You have such a high fever, and he still has the mood to play with someone else? Peter, did you tell him Milani’s condition is serious?” Peter sighed, looking uncomfortable. He really didn’t know how to repeat those harsh words. Seeing his reaction, Adam’s face grew even darker, and he demanded sternly, “Speak up! What exactly did he say?” Peter had no choice but to answer: “He said as long as Milani isn’t dead, don’t bother him…” Adam could hardly believe what he was hearing. What did he mean by “as long as she’s not dead, don’t bother him”? Is that something a brother should say? But when he turned to look at me, he saw my pale little face flushed with fever, yet my expression remained completely calm, as if I was already used to this. This broke both Adam’s and Vanessa’s hearts. Adam let out a cold laugh and slammed the table hard: “Fine! Just fine! Go one more time and tell him I’m asking him to come! “I want to see—if Milani being sick can’t get him here, whether I can get him to come!” Peter had no choice but to go out again. The hospital room fell into silence. After a long while, Vanessa finally spoke softly, her voice full of concern: “Mila, may I call you that? “What exactly happened between you and Gavin?”

I honestly don’t know the answer to that question either. When Camille was still alive, Gavin wasn’t like this at all. He was the one who spoiled me the most in our entire family. No matter how unreasonable my requests were, he’d always fulfill them. Everyone knew that Gavin absolutely adored me. But all of that changed completely after Camille died. At Camille’s funeral, Caden brought back a girl around Christmas and my age named Janet, claiming she was his adopted daughter. He called Gavin aside for a private conversation, and from that day on, Gavin became a completely different person—he never looked at me properly again. Not only did he make me give up my room to Janet, but he also took back all those quirky little gifts he used to give me and handed them all over to Janet instead. Once upon a time, I felt hurt and resentful about it. I desperately wanted to understand why he was treating me this way. But the moment I died under his beating in my previous life, I realized none of it mattered anymore. The Gavin who cherished and loved me had died long ago. The current Gavin was nothing more than Janet’s brother. I brushed him off with some random excuses and waited another half hour, but Peter still hadn’t returned. Just then, the hospital room door was kicked open. It was Caden. He frowned, looking at me lying in the hospital bed with complete impatience. “What are you making a fuss about now? Gavin called and told me you’re faking illness, even dragging his boss into this charade to fool him. Don’t you realize how much his boss values Gavin? He’ll need to rely on him in the future! Milani, how can you not even have half the sense that Janet does?” Caden spoke these words with an expression of deep disappointment. But hearing him belittle me like this, I almost burst out laughing. Gavin really was an idiot. He never stopped to think—how could an ordinary high school student like me, who hadn’t even started college yet, possibly get Adam’s driver to put on an act with me twice? Sure enough, Caden’s words also infuriated Adam and Vanessa. Adam scolded him: “How can you, as a father, show so little concern for your daughter’s health? She has a high fever!” He thought such words might make Caden care about me a little more, but instead, Caden just sneered and shrugged, his eyes full of disdain. “Keep up the act. You just want to compete with Janet for attention, don’t you? Milani, all you know how to do is pull these petty tricks. You’re exactly like your dead mother—if only she could have been more generous…” Meeting my cold, emotionless gaze, Caden, who had been chattering away just a second before, suddenly realized he’d said something he shouldn’t have. He immediately shut his mouth, looking somewhat panicked. My heart sank, sensing something was terribly wrong. Camille had clearly died of illness. Back then, while Gavin and I were busy with school and work respectively, Caden had personally handled all of Camille’s care. He had emphasized countless times how well he’d taken care of her. When Camille passed away, we simply assumed she’d become so thin because of her illness. But what did he mean by what he just said? What did “if only she could have been more generous” mean? I didn’t dare think too deeply about it, but I silently resolved to investigate this matter thoroughly. Adam and Vanessa were so furious at Caden’s words that they threw him out directly. Standing outside the door, Caden continued muttering unpleasant things. Peter, who had just returned, ran into him and sent Caden scurrying away with a single punch. Seeing Peter return alone this time, Adam wasn’t surprised, though his expression was very dark. He said angrily: “Gavin is really getting too arrogant—he won’t even listen to me anymore!” Peter said helplessly: “I repeatedly emphasized that these were your instructions, but Gavin just wouldn’t believe it. And that adopted sister of his…” He paused, then mimicked Janet’s tone of voice: “Who knows what kind of shady people Milani has gotten to know, that she could make up such lies to fool Gavin!” Peter’s imitation of Janet’s fake innocent yet somewhat affected tone was spot-on. I wasn’t surprised at all that Janet would say such things. After all, in my previous life, that’s exactly how she always behaved at home, and both Caden and Gavin chose to believe her. Adam and Vanessa fell silent for a moment, looking at me with eyes full of sympathy. Adam sighed and said: “Mila, I never imagined your family situation was like this. Don’t worry, you’re my lifesaver. They don’t care about you, but from now on, you’re my goddaughter! With me here, no one will dare bully you again!” Vanessa also gently stroked my hair, softly comforting me not to be afraid. This long-lost care and trust made my eyes well up with tears. I said: “Mr. Foster, Mrs. Foster, thank you.” Vanessa said: “No need to thank us. From now on, you’re part of our family too.” Just then, Gavin stormed in furiously, his face and body blackened with soot, a patch of his hair burned off, looking utterly disheveled. The moment he entered, he commanded me: “Milani, if you’re not dead, get out of here right now! Janet got burned, and there are no available beds. Give up this room for her!”

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My colonel husband Ethan Collins died in the line of duty, but I didn’t hesitate to cancel his identity registration. Three days later, on the wedding day of his twin brother Logan Collins and childhood friend Violet Myers, I resolutely took the substantial death benefits and married someone else with my son Anthony Collins. Everyone called me cold-blooded and heartless, but I felt immense satisfaction watching “Logan” with his reddened eyes. This was because in my previous life, I had recognized that the body sent home wasn’t Ethan’s, but Logan’s. When I went to confront him about it, I accidentally overheard Ethan discussing with his mother Layla Collins about marrying Violet, who was engaged to Logan, in three days. Ethan said, “Mom, Aurora is strong. Besides, we have Anthony. She’ll definitely be fine. But Violet has waited for Logan through so many Christmases. If she learns about Logan’s death, she might follow him to the grave.” I was stunned and wanted to expose the truth, but Ethan knocked me unconscious with a club. Ethan told everyone I had gone mad from grief. He locked me in a warehouse and made me watch him marry Violet. Later, because Violet found Anthony too noisy, Ethan put sleeping pills in my crying son’s food when he came looking for me, and Anthony never woke up again. On the day Anthony was carelessly buried, I desperately ended my life in that warehouse. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day Logan’s body was brought home. ***** “My son! How could you just die like this? What will become of your wife and child?” Layla’s piercing wails brought me back to reality. I looked at the corpse that bore Ethan’s exact features, then lowered my head, my heart far from calm. I had actually been reborn, back to the day Logan’s body was returned. Indeed, the one lying in the coffin wasn’t my husband Ethan, but his twin brother Logan. In my previous life, when news of Ethan’s death arrived, I cried in despair. I threw myself onto his body, only to suddenly notice the absence of that red mole behind his ear. I immediately realized that Ethan must still be alive, and that “Logan” who had escorted the body home was actually Ethan. Filled with joy at discovering he wasn’t dead and confusion about why he would do such a thing, I was about to question him when I overheard the heartbreaking truth outside Layla’s door. Layla asked, “Ethan, are you really going to take Logan’s place and marry Violet in three days?” Ethan’s tone was resolute: “Of course. Mom, Logan and Violet have been engaged for so long. Violet has been waiting for him to return. Now that Logan is dead, what if Violet can’t handle the shock and chooses to follow Logan in death? You watched Violet grow up. Could you bear to see her die? It’s better for me to marry Violet. That way, after we have children, they’ll still be Logan’s. In the future, Logan will have someone to honor his memory.” Layla seemed somewhat convinced but still hesitated: “If you do this, what about Aurora? Anthony is only two and a half. Aren’t you afraid she won’t be able to handle it? Aren’t you afraid she’ll remarry?” Hearing Layla’s words, Ethan laughed: “Mom, don’t worry. Aurora loves me deeply. How could she possibly remarry? She has a resilient nature. Besides, we have Anthony. Even for Anthony’s sake, she’ll definitely persevere.” If I hadn’t heard all this, I would indeed have spent my entire life in the Collins household as he predicted, raising Anthony. But knowing the truth, I felt this was utterly unfair. I angrily pushed open the door. However, just as I was about to expose Ethan’s identity to everyone, he mercilessly struck the back of my head with a club. When I regained consciousness, I was already locked in the warehouse with no escape. Ethan told everyone that because my husband had died, I had gone mad from excessive grief. After that, no one believed my words anymore. From the warehouse, I watched him happily marry Violet and heard the sounds of their intimacy. Unable to find me, Anthony cried incessantly, disturbing Violet’s sleep. Violet merely complained once, and Ethan frantically bought sleeping pills and put them in Anthony’s food. Anthony died less than thirty feet away from me. After Anthony’s death, they felt no guilt whatsoever. Linking arms with Ethan, Violet looked down at me condescendingly and said, “Aurora, your luck is just terrible. Your husband and son were both killed because of you. If my husband hadn’t pleaded for you, I definitely wouldn’t allow you to live in my house. But to put my mind at ease, he compensated me with your dowry on Ethan’s behalf. From now on, just stay put in this warehouse.” Standing beside her, Ethan said nothing, only gazing at her adoringly. Only then did I realize that although Ethan had married me, his heart had always belonged to Violet. For Violet’s sake, Ethan was willing to abandon his identity and family. In his eyes, Anthony and I weren’t worth a single strand of Violet’s hair. I was both furious and resentful, yet I couldn’t even escape that tiny warehouse. Eventually, I found a rope and desperately took my own life. In the moment before I died from suffocation, I was still filled with regret. Why had I ever married a bastard like Ethan? Fortunately, I was reborn, and things could still be changed. Wasn’t Ethan certain I would spend my entire life in the Collins household protecting him? I absolutely won’t let him have his way!

After making up my mind, I pinched my thigh hard and put on a devastated expression, throwing myself onto “Ethan’s” body. I cried so hard I nearly fainted, making all the relatives and friends who came to pay their respects tear up with me. “Poor thing. Without a husband, what’s she going to do?” one man said. A woman chimed in, “Exactly. If I remember correctly, Anthony is only two and a half. Life’s going to be tough for her.” Feeling everyone’s pitying gazes, my heart grew colder and colder. Even the Collins family relatives who barely knew me understood how hard it would be for a woman to live alone, but Ethan had never considered any of this. He thought I had a “resilient nature,” so he felt justified in making me suffer. Even now, he calmly finished Logan’s funeral and then announced his wedding date with Violet in front of everyone. Someone asked in confusion, “Logan, why are you in such a rush? Ethan just died, and you’re already eager to get married?” Ethan waved his hand dismissively, “Ethan and Violet grew up together. His dying wish was for me to marry Violet soon and give him a nephew.” Since only Ethan was with Logan when he died, everyone naturally assumed Ethan’s words represented Logan’s wishes. After hearing this, seeing both Layla and me keeping our heads down in silence, the others felt something was off but kept quiet. After everyone left, Ethan took Violet’s hand and stopped me. “Aurora, I need to ask you a favor. “I know your dowry was pretty generous. Could you lend me some gold jewelry for Violet? Since Ethan’s dead, you can’t wear them anymore anyway, right?” He said it was a favor, but his tone left no room for refusal. I cursed his shamelessness in my head. Not only had he inexplicably taken my husband from me, but now he wanted to steal my dowry too. Glancing at Ethan’s muscular build, I wasn’t stupid enough to confront him directly. “Logan, you’re too kind. We’re all family, of course I can. I’ll personally deliver them to Violet on your wedding day.” Violet was so moved her eyes welled up, “Logan, you’re so good to me. You’re the best man in the world.” Ethan chuckled softly and affectionately tapped her nose with his finger, “This is nothing. I wish I could give you all the good things in the world.” Violet playfully hit him, her tone carrying a hint of showing off, “You’re terrible. Aurora’s still here, and she just lost her husband. Don’t upset her.” Ethan glanced at me, “Aurora’s definitely not petty. But don’t worry, Aurora—you’re part of the Collins family, and Anthony is my nephew. We’ll never mistreat you two.” Hearing this, Violet looked displeased, not wanting her husband to take care of another man’s wife. Just then, Anthony walked out of the house and headed straight for Ethan with outstretched arms, “Daddy, hold me.” Violet’s face immediately darkened as she stepped between Anthony and Ethan, “Anthony, he’s not your daddy. He’s your uncle.” Anthony looked up, completely confused by what she meant. He still tried to get closer to Ethan, but Ethan heartlessly pushed him away, “I told you I’m not your dad. Aurora, you need to teach this child properly. It’s lucky this happened in our family—what if strangers saw this and got the wrong idea? The Collins family has a very respectable reputation.” Anthony fell to the ground and burst into tears. I quickly helped him up. Hearing Ethan speak so self-righteously, I trembled with rage. With great effort, I suppressed my anger, “I’ll handle my child, Logan.” Ethan relaxed and suddenly felt a bit sorry for Anthony. He reached out to pat Anthony’s head, but Violet said, “Logan, you promised to go shopping with me. Don’t waste time.” Watching their retreating figures, Anthony’s hopeful expression dimmed, and his crying gradually weakened, “Mommy, Daddy’s gone. Doesn’t he want us anymore?” My heart ached as I gently stroked Anthony’s head, “Anthony, that’s not your daddy. Your daddy is dead and won’t come back. How about Mommy finds you a new daddy to keep you company?” Anthony didn’t understand what death meant yet. But watching Ethan walk away without looking back, he grabbed my hand and nodded.

What Ethan didn’t know was that he wasn’t the only one in this world with a childhood companion. I made up an excuse to go out and called Andrew Martin, who I’d grown up with since childhood. When he learned that I wanted him to introduce me to a man because I was planning to remarry, he got somewhat angry. “Isn’t Ethan treating you well?” Andrew’s simple question brought tears to my eyes. I briefly explained the situation, then heard the angry sound of him punching the wall. After a long while, Andrew said, “Alright. I’ll introduce you to a reliable man.” I breathed a sigh of relief. Once I left on the day Ethan and Violet got married, I’d have nothing more to do with the Collins family. However, before that happened, I still had many things to take care of. Because I was Ethan’s widow, canceling his military registration went exceptionally smoothly, and I collected the survivor benefits directly. After setting aside the portions for his father Colton Collins and Layla, I deposited all the remaining money into my savings account. When I got home, I gathered up all the Christmas items related to Ethan and burned them in the kitchen. By the time Ethan returned with Violet, those things had long since turned to ashes. However, he didn’t notice any of this. Seeing me in the kitchen, he instinctively gave me instructions like he used to: “Aurora, make some spaghetti with meat sauce for dinner tonight.” It wasn’t until Violet pinched his arm that Ethan snapped back to reality. Then he coughed awkwardly twice and said, “Violet, I remember someone saying Aurora makes the best spaghetti with meat sauce. I’d like her to make some for us to try.” Violet looked suspiciously between me and Ethan, then snorted coldly, “It’s just spaghetti with meat sauce. What difference does it make who cooks it? Once we’re married, I’ll learn to make it for you too.” Ethan quickly took her hand. “That won’t do. Did I marry you to make you work? Someone else will handle those household chores. You just need to rest well and give me a child.” Violet was delighted by his words. Then the two of them went into the house, chatting and laughing. I stood there, pondering Ethan’s words, and couldn’t help but let out a scornful laugh. Layla’s health had never been good. Ethan needed to earn money, and Violet needed to rest well. Besides me, who else could handle the household chores? So his plan was to have me serve their entire family. However, even knowing his intentions, I didn’t argue. After all, I only had two days left before I’d be gone. As if I had no temper at all, I let Ethan and Violet order me around constantly. Even Layla, who had long been convinced by Ethan, couldn’t stand watching it anymore. She warned them a few times, and only then did they restrain themselves somewhat. However, Violet had been spoiled by her family since childhood. Even though she appeared to listen to Layla on the surface, she was still defiant inside. Then she started throwing tantrums with Ethan. Ethan indulged her completely. Just hearing her say that walking made her feet hurt, he spent all the money he had on hand to buy a car. Then he even bought an oven, a refrigerator, and a complete sound system that few people in town would ever purchase. When these items were delivered, the Collins house became the focus of the entire village. Everyone was shocked by what Ethan had bought. One man said, “Logan, you’re spoiling your wife too much. These things aren’t cheap, are they?” Another man chimed in, “Yeah, you bought so many things. Even marrying a city woman wouldn’t cost this much, would it?” But Ethan looked at Violet adoringly and said, “Money doesn’t matter. I just want to give Violet the best and make her the happiest bride.” Hearing his words, many people felt both envious and jealous. One woman, noticing me standing silently to the side, deliberately stirred up trouble: “Since the Collins family is so wealthy, Ethan must have spent quite a bit when he married Aurora too, right?” Ethan’s smile froze. He kept his head down, not daring to look at me. I knew why he felt guilty, so I sighed and said, “When Ethan married me, I didn’t even ask him for a bride price.” Not expecting me to say it so directly, the woman was stunned and laughed awkwardly twice, saying, “That might be because their circumstances weren’t good at the time.” After saying this, even she felt guilty. Both Collins sons had previously served in the military. Now one son had died. They must have received substantial survivor benefits. So this ostentatious wedding for Violet was clearly due to favoritism. Many people looked at me with more sympathy in their eyes. Seeing that Ethan was also lost in thought, Violet said, “This is my fault. I didn’t consider Aurora’s feelings. Logan, why don’t you return these things? I don’t want Aurora to feel wronged.” The slight guilt Ethan had just begun to feel toward me quickly disappeared. He said, “She doesn’t have these things because her fate isn’t good enough—she doesn’t deserve them. What does that have to do with you? Violet, you’re too kind. You need to be careful not to be bullied by scheming women in the future.” Ethan was actually suspecting that I was jealous of Violet and deliberately mocking them. I didn’t want to argue. Watching him work hard to move these things into his and Violet’s room, I sneered inwardly. Ethan’s money definitely wasn’t enough to buy all these things. But if you added the survivor benefits, it would be more than enough. I had thought he would come to me directly to ask for it. But I didn’t expect that the person who came to find me the day before the wedding would be Layla. She glanced carefully at my expression, then said hesitantly, “Aurora, you must have collected Ethan’s survivor benefits, right? That’s quite a substantial amount. Why don’t I help you manage it?” I frowned, looking puzzled. “Layla, that would be too much trouble. Anthony will be starting school in a few years, and there’ll be many expenses. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me to keep asking you for money, would it?” Layla glanced at Anthony sitting on the bed, her expression somewhat hesitant. Of course she genuinely loved Anthony, but she felt he might not be her only grandson. After making up her mind, Layla dropped her reserved attitude. “Aurora, you’re part of the Collins family. Shouldn’t I help manage your money? Besides, we need money right now. You can’t hoard Ethan’s pension all to yourself. Logan’s getting married – shouldn’t you help him out?” Seeing her reveal her true intentions, I stopped refusing. I wiped away my tears, putting on a meek appearance, and pulled an envelope from my pocket. “Layla, you’re right. This is the pension money for you and Colton. After the wedding tomorrow, I’ll give you the money I’ve saved up too.” Layla felt the thickness of the envelope and nodded with satisfaction. Then, she comforted me just like Ethan used to when he was manipulating me: “Aurora, don’t worry. Even though Ethan’s gone, you’ll always be my family, and Anthony will always be my grandson. The Collins family won’t let you suffer. “Oh, and tomorrow will be busy. Since you have time, go help in the kitchen with the cooking.” I lowered my head and agreed. My obedient manner pleased Layla greatly. Layla was eager to go back and count the money, not noticing that Anthony and I had already packed most of our belongings. The next day, before dawn broke, Ethan knocked on the door and woke me up. “Aurora, get up and start cooking. You need to prepare ten tables’ worth of food.” He was extremely excited, his voice carrying the joy of getting what he wanted. Looking at the yard full of balloons and flowers, I sneered coldly. When Ethan and I got married, he said Colton and Layla were getting old and didn’t like too much excitement, so we didn’t have a grand wedding. Now it seemed it wasn’t that Colton and Layla disliked festivities – it was just that I wasn’t the one they had in mind. Ethan noticed my distraction. After hesitating for a moment, seeing no one around, he pulled a small silver bracelet from his pocket. “I bought this while getting jewelry made for Violet. It’s for you.” He shoved the bracelet directly into my hand, then sighed and said, “Aurora, you’ve had a hard time these past few days. I know you can’t make it without a man. Don’t worry, after this is all over, I’ll discuss with Violet about taking care of both of you.” It was almost time, so Ethan turned to go pick up Violet. I stood there, disgusted, and threw the silver bracelet on the ground, then stomped on it twice. I thought to myself: “Disgusting! Absolutely disgusting!” After hearing Ethan’s words, I felt like I’d been smeared with dog shit. He was clearly my husband to begin with, yet now he was talking about taking care of me like it was some kind of charity. How could he shamelessly say such things? Fortunately, it was time – I had to leave too. As soon as Ethan left the Collins house with his friends, I picked up Anthony and grabbed our bundle. Taking one last look at this place where I’d lived for several years, I felt no attachment whatsoever and quickly walked away. At that moment, Ethan felt inexplicably nervous, thinking: “Is it because I’m finally marrying Violet that I’m so excited?” He couldn’t figure it out. After all, this wasn’t his first wedding. Ethan thought: “But Violet is different from Aurora. Violet is the one I truly love, while Aurora was just suitable as a wife.” He had thought he’d never have the chance to marry Violet, the woman he truly liked, but then Logan had his accident. Ethan only hesitated for a moment before deciding to take Logan’s identity and continue living. He thought: “Violet is so considerate, she should agree to let me take care of both of them. That way I won’t be letting Aurora down.” Thinking about living with both his beloved and his wife, Ethan felt rather pleased with himself. Then he picked up Violet and returned to the Collins house with her. But he saw Layla stumbling out, holding a letter in her hand. Layla shouted: “This is terrible! Aurora took Anthony and left, saying she’s going to remarry!”

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