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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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My husband, Mark, was a pharmaceutical giant. The day he perfected the “Lethean Elixir,” a drug designed to erase deep-seated emotions, our son, Ethan, finally cracked a smile. “Can we give this to Mom?” he asked, “So she won’t love us anymore?” Mark nodded resolutely. Ethan brought the elixir to me, a syrupy green concoction, and with a practiced lie, convinced me to drink it. I gave a bitter laugh and downed it in one gulp. Father and son exchanged relieved glances. They were finally free to be with her. But why, then, did they weep and wail later, “Don’t you love us at all anymore?”

My daughter Nicole Phillips is having an affair with a man named Bryce Clark. She came to me in tears, begging me to help cover for her. Her fiancé Percival Harrington is from a wealthy family. If he discovers her affair, he’ll never let her off the hook. Nicole coaxed me into hiding Bryce in my closet. But the ones who burst through the door were my husband Ross Phillips and his relatives. I was branded a slut, stripped and photographed in humiliation. I begged Nicole to clear my name, but she said, “You slut! You don’t deserve to be my mother!” Unwilling to accept the divorce, I tried to explain to Ross. But instead, I overheard Nicole’s sweet laughter. “Dad, your plan worked perfectly. Mom got nothing in the divorce. Tomorrow, we can bring Ashley into the house!” ***** A series of urgent knocks woke me up. “Mom! Open the door!” It was Nicole’s voice. When I opened the door, Nicole looked extremely anxious, with beads of sweat rolling down her forehead. “Mom, you have to save me this time! If Percival finds out, I’m dead!” Nicole’s hands gripped my arm like hot irons. A strange man I’d never seen before followed behind her. This was exactly the same as everything I’d experienced in my previous life. I looked at the calendar on the wall in disbelief. The date was the day before I was killed by a truck in my previous life. I had been reborn! In my previous life, Nicole came to me frantically, asking me to help hide her affair with Bryce. Percival was on his way to find her. He was the sole heir to Harrington Group. If he discovered the affair, Nicole’s reputation would be completely ruined, and she’d carry the stigma of being a slut for the rest of her life. I couldn’t bear to see her suffer. Nicole suggested hiding Bryce in my closet. I agreed without hesitation. However, minutes later, Ross and his relatives showed up instead. When he found Bryce hiding in the closet, he flew into a rage. His relatives swarmed me, calling me a slut and even stripping off my clothes to photograph and humiliate me. I cried and begged Nicole to prove my innocence, but she said, “You slut! You don’t deserve to be my mother!” It wasn’t until that night that I learned this was all a trap set by Ross and Nicole! Their goal was to help his mistress Ashley Roberts marry him smoothly. In despair, I walked down the street and was killed by a truck that appeared out of nowhere. Now, I’ve been given a second chance at life. I swear I’ll make them pay!

“Mom, you’re the only one who can save me now. You have to help me!” Nicole was crying her eyes out, her face streaked with tears and her eyes red and swollen. Bryce stood behind her, looking uncomfortable and fidgety. I said coldly, “Whatever trouble you’ve gotten yourself into has nothing to do with me!” I started to close the door. “Mom, don’t be angry. I’m begging you. You can hit me, yell at me, but please help me!” Nicole rushed forward, gripping the door frame with both hands, sobbing pitifully. She knew I wouldn’t actually hit her, so she was putting on this act. After all, in over twenty years, I’d never laid a hand on her. I thought to myself: “You think I’m still the same pushover from my past life? Since you’ve come knocking on my door, don’t blame me for what happens next!” I released the door and gestured for them to come in. Nicole immediately stopped crying and threw her arms around me affectionately: “Mom, you’re still the best to me.” I pushed her away. As soon as we entered the living room, I slapped her hard across the face. Completely caught off guard, she fell heavily to the floor. “Today I’m going to teach you a proper lesson, so no one can say we don’t discipline our children!” Nicole was shocked and terrified. I grabbed a charging cable nearby and lashed out at her viciously. The cable whistled through the air, striking her exposed skin directly. With just one hit, bright red welts appeared on her skin. Nicole screamed in pain, writhing on the floor. “Shut up! How dare you scream! I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget!” I felt it wasn’t enough. I looked around and spotted a spiked massage roller. Perfect! I grabbed it and beat Nicole mercilessly. Her body was soon covered in bruises and marks. Bryce finally couldn’t stand it anymore and jumped between us. “Ma’am, this is all my fault. Nicole has nothing to do with it.” He only stepped in after I’d finished beating Nicole. Looks like she didn’t pay this actor enough. “Both of you, sit down.” I brought two cups of coffee from the kitchen and placed them in front of them. “Nicole, don’t be angry with me. I lost control just now.” Nicole forced a smile, though her eyes betrayed her fury: “I won’t be, Mom. As long as you help me, the beating was worth it.” I picked up a coffee cup and handed it to Nicole: “Drink up. You’ve sweated so much, you need to rehydrate.” After screaming so pitifully, she must be parched. She drained it in one gulp. Bryce also picked up his coffee and drank it down. “You’re my daughter. No matter what, I’ll help you.” “Come on, I’ll take you to my bedroom. He can hide in there.” Nicole said excitedly, “Really? Thank you, Mom!” I thought to myself: “My dear daughter, you’re thanking me too soon.”

“Open the door! Open it now, or I’ll kick it down!” “Today we’re going to settle this once and for all!” It was Ross. He’d finally arrived. The moment I opened the door, he rushed in impatiently. Right behind him came his pack of relatives, eager to watch the drama unfold. Ross demanded harshly, “Why did it take you so long to open the door? What shameful things are you doing behind my back?” What an actor! He could turn on the emotions at will. I sat quietly on the sofa. “Honey, what are you talking about? What could I possibly be doing? I’m just home alone having coffee.” “You’re lying! Alexis said she saw a man enter our house and never come back out!” Ross angrily grabbed the coffee cup from the table and smashed it on the floor. He really surprised me. Lying without even preparing his story first. “What kind of talk is that? We’ve been married all this time, and you won’t give me even a shred of trust?” Ross’s aunt Alexis Foster suddenly stepped forward. “You barren woman, what right do you have to argue with Ross?” “Exactly! A husband managing his wife is only natural!” Alexis suddenly pulled out her phone. “I need to record a video and post it in the family group chat so everyone can see your true face!” With his relatives’ support, Ross straightened his back even more. “You say you’re home alone. Do you dare let me search?” Ross stared directly into my eyes, his gaze full of confident certainty of victory. For a moment, I suddenly avoided his gaze, my earlier composure completely gone. “Honey, this is our private matter. Let’s not discuss it in front of so many people, okay?” I tugged at Ross’s sleeve pleadingly. He shook off my hand with a mocking expression. “We’re all family here, they’re not outsiders! Stop wasting time! “Or do you have secrets you don’t dare let everyone know?” I nervously swallowed. “No. I’m just thinking of your reputation.” “Cut the crap! Abigail, I know exactly what kind of person you are. You act all innocent on the surface, but deep down you’re just a promiscuous woman!” Since playing weak wasn’t working, I immediately switched tactics. “Ross, I’m warning you—if you insist on searching the house today, then we’re getting divorced!” Seeing me so panicked that I’d even threaten divorce, Ross couldn’t help but laugh. “Fine! Let’s get divorced! Today, I’m definitely searching this house!” Then Ross headed toward my bedroom. I rushed over and blocked the bedroom door with my body. Ross said quietly, “Abigail, it’s all exposed now. Do you still want to struggle?” “She actually dared to cheat! Ross, divorce her and leave her with nothing!” “You’re right! In our village, cheating women get beaten to death with sticks. We can’t let her off easy later!” “Exactly! We should teach her a lesson. She has no shame!” Ross’s relatives kept hurling malicious insults at me. “Are you buying time for your lover in the bedroom? You woman!” Hearing Ross humiliate me like this, I didn’t get angry—I laughed instead. “Ross, do you dare make a bet with me?” “What bet?” “Let’s bet on whether there’s my lover inside. If there is, I’ll leave with nothing. But if there isn’t, you’ll transfer all your assets to my name.” Ross laughed contemptuously. “Abigail, you’re still trying to scare me with these despicable tricks.” Ignoring his mockery, I asked, “Ross, do you dare bet?” “Ross, you have nothing to fear! She’s so guilty, so her lover must be hiding inside!” “Bet with her! Leave her with nothing! Let her experience life without money. Let’s see if she still dares look down on others!” “We already know the truth, but this woman still dares to be so arrogant!” Ross put his hand on the door handle and turned it gently. “Fine! I’ll bet with you!” As soon as he entered the bedroom, he saw the blanket on the bed was lumpy and bulging. Obviously, someone was hiding underneath. He pointed at the blanket. “Abigail, you’ve been stalling all this time. Is this how you hide your lover? “And you still dare threaten to leave me with nothing?” Ross’s aunt Kayla Phillips directly pushed me to the ground, straddled me, and started hitting me with both hands. “You actually dared to cheat! You have no shame! I’m going to beat you to death today!” “Don’t just stand there! Strip her clothes off. She’s so shameless. She actually dared to cheat!” Ross’s relatives swarmed over me, countless hands tearing at my clothes while he watched it all with a mocking smile. “What evidence do you have that I cheated?” “Abigail, you’re so stubborn. Fine, I’ll show you the lover you’re hiding here!” Ross yanked off the blanket, and the smile on his face instantly turned to disbelief, then to complete rage. “This… how could this…” Lying on the bed were Nicole and Bryce. And beside them, Ashley was clutching Bryce’s ankle and gnawing on it wildly. She was Ross’s mistress! Seeing this chaotic scene, Kayla was stunned. “Ross, Nicole is actually with two people! This is too wild.”

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I’m known as the good guy at the hospital. When Patricia Adams was hospitalized after a car accident and came to me for help, as her attending physician, I often helped cover her medical expenses out of sympathy. She was very grateful to me, promising she’d get a job after discharge to pay me back. However, after her discharge, she didn’t repay the money. Instead, she pulled out an ultrasound report and told me she was pregnant with my husband Ethan Perez’s child. I was shocked because he had died in a car accident ten years ago. And from receiving his body to the cremation, I handled everything myself. What made it even more unbelievable was that after Patricia gave birth to the child, a paternity test proved the child was indeed Ethan’s. Then she took me to court. She accused me of using my position during her treatment to treat her as a breeding tool, injecting Ethan’s frozen sperm into her body, causing her to become pregnant and bear his child. Once the incident was exposed, it caused a nationwide uproar. The hospital fired me, and netizens cursed me as a demon doctor. Eventually, I was cyberbullied to the point of jumping off a bridge to commit suicide. But even until my death, I couldn’t understand how Patricia became pregnant with Ethan’s child. After all, he had never frozen any sperm, and I had never done anything to her. When I woke up, I was reborn to the day before the incident happened. ***** Patricia walked quickly toward me. “Dr. Cooper, thank you. You’re really a good person. Once I’m discharged, I’ll get a job and earn money to pay you back.” As her voice rang out, my mind began to clear. I stared intently at Patricia. She looked moved and sincere, completely different from the woman who had aggressively confronted me with that ultrasound report. Only now did I realize I had returned to the day of Patricia’s discharge. And tomorrow would be the beginning of my life’s tragedy. Thinking of the overwhelming cyberbullying that would follow, my whole body trembled. Finally, I gritted my teeth and barely managed to say, “Take… take care of yourself.” Patricia thanked me again before leaving the ward with her bag. I noticed her slightly protruding abdomen and fell into deep thought. It’s hard for doctors to take time off, but I managed to get half a day off by claiming I wasn’t feeling well. Back home, I opened my social media account. It was a personal account created by the hospital’s publicity department, with some educational videos posted daily. I didn’t have many followers, just a few thousand. The comments were even fewer. I was just an ordinary doctor at an unremarkable hospital. But I knew that by this time tomorrow, my accounts on all platforms would be caught in an endless tornado of cyberbullying. Moreover, even the comments under the hospital’s official account would be filled with abuse and curses directed at me. “What a shameless doctor! Did a dog eat your conscience?” “You can’t have children so you harm young girls. You’re simply a demon!” “You deserve to die! I hope you get hit by a car the moment you step outside.” “You’re a disgrace to the medical profession. Why don’t you just die?” When I saw these comments back then, my heart sank. I felt depressed and gloomy. Thinking of this, I deleted all my videos. Since this account was registered by the hospital, I couldn’t deactivate it. Although I knew this wouldn’t help much, at least I wouldn’t wake up to see thousands of curses. I leaned back on the sofa, carefully thinking through every detail of what happened in my previous life. Then I desperately realized that this situation was almost unsolvable. Patricia would still come to the hospital tomorrow and throw that ultrasound report in my face. I would still be attacked by everyone. But I didn’t understand why she would be pregnant with Ethan’s child. He had clearly died 10 years ago!

I thought to myself: “Could it be that even with a second chance at life, I’d have to go through the same ordeal again?” I absolutely refused to accept this! I paced back and forth in the living room, from dawn until dusk. Every time I thought of Patricia, I was filled with rage. She had been hospitalized for fractures from a car accident, and I was her attending physician. Patricia was very young and sweet-talking. Her warmth toward me was just a disguise to deceive me. She claimed her family was poor and that she had no money as a recent graduate. So I paid her hospital bills. It was precisely these acts of kindness that made her think I was weak and easy to manipulate. Ethan had been dead for 10 years—there was no way Patricia could be pregnant with his child. I thought she had developed a mental illness and even wanted to refer her to a psychiatrist I knew. But I never expected that Patricia would report me to the hospital the very next day. She claimed that during her hospitalization, I had implanted Ethan’s frozen sperm into her body, using her as a breeding tool. She even forged chat records of me threatening her and had a well-known blogger expose me. It wasn’t until the police showed up at my door that I realized how serious the situation was. I considered myself upright and kind. Even at the police station, I showed no fear whatsoever. But Patricia insisted that the child in her womb was Ethan’s. Moreover, she was determined to carry the baby to term and have a paternity test done. I thought she had truly lost her mind. To prove my innocence, I handed over a lock of Ethan’s hair that he had left behind to the police. But what I never expected was that after Patricia gave birth, the police conducted a paternity test that proved her child was indeed Ethan’s! The moment I learned the results, I was completely stunned. An invisible net had trapped me tight, and no matter how hard I struggled, it was useless. The concrete evidence made my protests seem pale and powerless. The police came to the hospital and handcuffed me in front of everyone, dragging me into the police car. The “demon doctor” incident caused a sensation across the internet. Patricia took me to court. In the end, she proposed a settlement, but her condition was that I had to give her all my assets—my house, car, and money. In desperation, I agreed to her terms. As Patricia left the courthouse, she told everyone: “I believe in the law. I believe justice will ultimately triumph over evil!” I left New York and moved to a small county town, where I opened a small clinic. Just when I thought my life was starting over, online harassment followed. Those so-called righteous netizens threw feces and garbage at my clinic every day. Whenever patients came to the clinic, they would stand at the entrance with banners, denouncing me as the demon doctor. I lived every day in anxiety and fear. Meanwhile, Patricia made a fortune by exploiting her tragic story and her child, plus live-streaming to sell products. “Everyone, I will live well with my child. What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.” Watching Patricia’s strong mother persona during her live streams completely shattered my mental state. On a rainy night, I chose to drown myself in the river. Recalling the bone-chilling river water and the agony of suffocation, I couldn’t help but shudder. If things still couldn’t be reversed, then what I could do now was minimize the damage to myself. I turned to look at Ethan’s portrait on the wall. Then I called my high school classmate Jacob Foster, who worked as a private investigator. I asked him to help me investigate Patricia’s background. Whatever she had done would surely leave traces. After preparing everything, I burned that lock of Ethan’s hair in one swift motion.

The house felt empty at night, with only the sound of my breathing echoing in the silence. I lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep. I stayed awake until dawn broke. In the morning, I hastily splashed water on my face. Just as I was about to have breakfast, my phone suddenly rang. I picked it up and saw a message from Patricia. [Dr. Cooper, I’m feeling a bit unwell today. Do you think I need to go to the hospital?] Seeing this text, I suddenly recalled scenes from my past life. Patricia had also taken the initiative to text me like this, then said a bunch of nonsensical things. Later, she used these chat records to paint me as a vicious demon doctor. My fingers trembled slightly on the phone screen. After thinking for two minutes, I replied: [You can, but I took the day off today and I’m not at the hospital. You should see another doctor.] [Oh, I see. Then never mind. You know my condition best. I’ll wait until you have time. If another doctor examines me, you wouldn’t feel at ease either.] I frowned and bit my lip hard. Every sentence, every word from Patricia was a trap! In my past life, I just thought she was talking nonsense and foolishly went along with her replies. I never imagined she would later use those chat records to frame me. I typed back: “We’re a first-class hospital. You just have a broken arm – any doctor can handle it. You should trust their professional skills.” The chat window kept showing “typing…” at the top. It seemed Patricia was also thinking of a strategy. [Right, right, you’re absolutely correct. I’m so sorry. Dr. Cooper, my job search might have to be delayed for a few days.] [You’ve helped me so much, and I should repay you. But I’m pregnant now and it’s inconvenient to move around, making job hunting quite difficult.] Reading this, rage burned in my heart! In my past life, I pitied her. When she said job hunting was inconvenient, I immediately transferred her $5,000 to let her rest for a month. But my kindness was interpreted by netizens as: I knew she was carrying Ethan’s child and transferred money out of guilt. I continued typing: [I paid your hospital bills out of sympathy, but I’m not financially well-off either. I hope you’ll pay me back promptly after finding a job.] After sending that, she never replied again. I sat at the dining table and slowly exhaled. I had finally changed something. In this lifetime, I would never live so miserably again. After breakfast, I still went to the hospital. Sitting in the consultation room, I calmly treated patients. Since Patricia knew I wasn’t at the hospital today, she wouldn’t come looking for me this afternoon. At least today, that ultrasound report wouldn’t appear in front of me. During lunch in the cafeteria, my phone vibrated on the table. It was actually a message from Jacob! I thought to myself: “He’s that efficient?” [Olivia, check your email. I hacked into Patricia’s computer, and there’s some very interesting stuff inside.] I quickly finished eating, hastily wiped my mouth, and rushed to my office. Jacob sent me a compressed file. After opening it, there were photos, videos, and some of Patricia’s personal information. I put on my headphones and opened the files. The video Jacob sent was footage from a home security camera. In the video, a man stood with his back to the camera, holding a wooden stick. Patricia stood in front of him, pale-faced but resolute. “Come on, I can take it.” The man’s voice was deep: “Don’t worry. Once our plan succeeds, everything that belongs to Olivia – the money and the house – will be ours. Then I’ll give you a good life.” My mind went blank. That voice sounded so familiar! Patricia closed her eyes tightly, her hands protectively covering her belly, her voice trembling: “That’s right! I’m already pregnant. Once the paternity test is done, she won’t be able to refute it. We’re about to succeed.” The next second, the man suddenly swung the wooden stick and struck Patricia’s arm directly. She screamed in agony as her arm immediately bent at a grotesque angle. The man quickly stepped forward to support Patricia. In the footage, his face was vaguely visible. I stared in shock, my face almost pressed against the computer screen. He looked exactly like Ethan!

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A prime-time reality dating show was launched, promising participants a substantial cash prize if they successfully paired up, got married, and had children. In my previous life, I participated in this show with my adopted sister to win the five million dollar prize. I ended up pairing with Ethan Walker and we got married. But after marriage, we couldn’t conceive. Ethan was convinced I was infertile, so he not only cheated on me but also became violent, ultimately torturing me to death. Meanwhile, my adopted sister paired with another male contestant, got married, and gave birth to twins within a Christmas, winning the ten million dollar prize. When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the scene where the male contestants made their final choice. At this moment, Ethan unhesitatingly lit up his confession light for my adopted sister. I understood—he had been reborn too. But he seemed to have forgotten that in our previous life, he was diagnosed with azoospermia by countless hospitals and could never have children of his own. ***** “Now, we’ve reached the moment everyone’s been waiting for—our two male contestants will choose their lifelong partners!” Host Emma Cole stood center stage, announcing with a radiant smile. The audience waved their glow sticks to the beat, and cheers echoed throughout the venue. The spotlight hit my face directly, so bright I could barely keep my eyes open. The sounds around me, the stage setup—every second felt so familiar. I immediately realized I had been reborn! I was back at the “Love & Family” filming site. This show was a new prime-time reality marriage documentary that became a ratings champion from its debut. Contestants who successfully paired up and registered their marriage under the show’s supervision would receive five million dollars if they had a child within three Christmas seasons. If they naturally conceived twins or multiples, the prize money would double. As soon as Emma finished speaking, Ethan kept staring at me. His gaze was cold and harsh, completely different from the gentle, considerate persona from my previous life. My father Jack Kindell, standing beside me, saw Ethan looking my way and smiled with satisfaction. Among all the male contestants, Ethan was his top choice. “Jane, even though this show is for matchmaking, we can’t treat it as a joke. I think Ethan is reliable in every aspect. If I were to entrust you to him, I wouldn’t worry at all.” Father spoke with certainty, as if he was convinced that Ethan would choose me without hesitation, just like in the previous life. Truth be told, Jack had good judgment. Since the show began, Ethan and I had formed the “Perfect Match” couple that was beloved by audiences. Our on-camera interactions were natural, and our romantic storyline progressed smoothly. But just as father finished speaking, the venue suddenly fell silent, as if all sound had been instantly drained away. Emma, holding her microphone, was stunned and didn’t know how to respond. Because Ethan had unhesitatingly lit up his confession light for Lynn Blackburn—my adopted sister—and then strode toward her with determined steps. Before anyone could react, he had already pulled out a diamond ring from his suit pocket and knelt on one knee in front of Lynn. His movements were swift and decisive, without a moment’s hesitation, instantly electrifying the entire venue. Lynn was so shocked her mouth fell open, completely unable to believe she had become the ultimate winner. Of course she knew that if it weren’t for the show’s forced “sisterly bond” narrative, she would have been eliminated in the first round. And Ethan, coming from an intellectual family, gentle and refined, would never choose an adopted daughter by any reasonable measure. But I knew perfectly well—Ethan had been reborn too. In my previous life, he had targeted my “America’s sweetheart” persona, riding the wave of our coupled publicity all the way. In the show’s final stages, he made a heartfelt confession and, witnessed by the entire internet, threw me a lavish, romantic wedding. Lynn, on the other hand, had ultimately paired with the quiet, steady Leon Gray. After marriage, Ethan and I did spend what seemed like a sweet period together. Though we got together for the show, I could feel that he genuinely cared for me at first. However, as time passed, my belly remained flat. My medical reports showed everything was normal, yet he publicly claimed on camera that I was the one who couldn’t conceive. After that, he grew increasingly cold toward me, cheated more frequently, and staying out all night became routine. When I discovered his affairs, he simply restricted my movements and often became violent with me. Eventually, the women he had toyed with couldn’t take it anymore and exposed all his misdeeds online. His image completely collapsed due to the scandal of abusing “America’s sweetheart,” instantly falling from A-list to rock bottom, becoming a public enemy. He took out all his resentment on me, even convinced that I had ruined everything for him. In the end, he lost control and beat me to death. The internet exploded too. Some even looked up my birth date and time, declaring I was a jinx destined to bring misfortune to others. Incredibly, people actually started sympathizing with Ethan, saying he was just unlucky to have married the wrong person. But only I knew that Ethan was nothing more than a hypocritical beast in a suit. This time, I would strip away his disguise piece by piece and expose his true nature.

Jack still hoped Ethan and I would end up together, so he tried to lighten the mood and help Ethan out of this awkward situation. “Ethan, this isn’t some surprise you three planned for the audience, is it? Everyone knows how much you like Jane…” Ethan shot me a cold, indifferent glance before immediately turning to Lynn, his eyes filled with anticipation. “Sorry, but the person I’ve always loved is Lynn. I’ve only just now fully realized my true feelings. In this lifetime, she’s the only one for me.” After he said this, Lynn was completely stunned. She instinctively covered her mouth, her eyes wide with shock written all over her face. She’d always considered herself smart and beautiful, but as an adopted daughter, she was constantly compared to me by netizens online. On the surface, she acted like she didn’t care, but deep down, she’d been feeling wronged and resentful all along. Now, with Ethan publicly turning to propose to her, she finally got to taste what it felt like to be the center of attention. Those innocent big eyes of hers looked at me, but the corners couldn’t hide her smugness—like she’d finally won a hard-fought battle and could hold her head high. Ethan completely ignored the audience’s reaction, took her hand directly, slipped the ring onto her ring finger, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her right there in front of everyone. As for me, after being coldly rejected by Ethan, no one else at the show was willing to confess to me either. A week later, their wedding was ridiculously extravagant—they practically wanted to pluck the stars from the sky for Lynn. The media and audience praised her luck, saying she had a loving adoptive father in the first half of her life and married her ideal man in the second half—a life straight out of a romance novel. Jack even added her name to the family registry to let her marry in style, completely forgetting what he’d once told me personally: “You’ll always be the only precious daughter of the Kindell family.” Meanwhile, I went from being America’s sweetheart to the butt of everyone’s jokes—the “rejected loser” in their words. Even though I hadn’t done anything wrong, the internet isn’t a place for reason. Online trolls started spreading rumors that I looked pure but was actually promiscuous. Otherwise, why would a good-looking, well-connected man choose an ordinary adopted daughter over me? I sat on my bed, mindlessly scrolling through my phone, reading those vicious comments, each one more brutal than the last. Within just a few minutes, the topic escalated. Some users made up stories about my chaotic private life, claiming Ethan caught me cheating, and tagged me as a sex addict, saying Ethan ran away because he couldn’t stand me. Reading this garbage made me furious. If it weren’t for Ethan and Lynn stirring up trouble behind the scenes, I swear I’d renounce the Kindell name! But even knowing all this, I couldn’t stop this tsunami-like online attack. In just over ten minutes, my image was completely destroyed. Now, forget about confessions—the production team probably wanted to edit me out entirely. On the day they returned home, Lynn looked exhausted but clearly satisfied. The red marks on her neck couldn’t be covered even with foundation—obvious traces from their wedding night. Ethan had one arm around her waist, his eyes lazily scanning over me. Lynn was quicker to react than anyone, her tone immediately turning sharp. “Jane, are you confused about the situation? Ethan is my husband now—stop crossing the line.” Seeing her upset, Ethan immediately lowered his head to comfort her. “Don’t mind her. Just looking at someone like her makes me sick.” Hearing this, Lynn’s smile reached the sky. “Right, I almost forgot—America’s former ‘sweetheart’ has been trampled into the mud. With your current reputation, it’d be hard to find any man willing to marry you, wouldn’t it? “I’d advise you to stop putting on airs and hurry up to find someone to settle down with. Even if it’s a cripple or a blind man, it’s better than being alone for the rest of your life. In your situation, what are you even being picky about?” I watched their little performance with cold eyes, my tone dripping with sarcasm. “If you two really have the time to show off your love here, you’d be better off working harder on making babies. Don’t end up exhausting yourselves to death while your belly stays empty—that would be truly embarrassing.” Lynn’s face flushed red with anger at my words. She glanced at Ethan beside her and raised her voice. “Ethan and I are true love—our relationship is solid. Having children is just a matter of time. Who knows who’ll be embarrassed in the end.” She clung tightly to Ethan’s arm, looking completely confident, not noticing the hint of hesitation in Ethan’s eyes. I pretended to look a bit intimidated and turned my head away. Sure enough, the next second Ethan immediately pulled her down onto the couch with him. The two of them stuck together like conjoined twins, with Lynn hugging him while glancing at me with a smug smile, looking every bit the victor. Watching this made my fists clench so tight I thought they might explode—I really wanted to slap both of these jerks.

“Jane, don’t panic! Ethan isn’t the only guy who can get someone pregnant. If Lynn with her mediocre looks can find someone, why can’t you?” My usually quiet assistant Cynthia suddenly leaned over and whispered this, instantly giving me a moment of clarity. Right! If I could also find someone to marry and have kids with, wouldn’t those slanderous rumors about me fall apart on their own? If they end up childless while I have a house full of kids, that would be even more satisfying than getting revenge with my own hands. I met Cynthia on the street when I graduated from college. She had just been scammed out of her money and was standing on the corner crying her eyes out. I felt sorry for her and brought her home to work as my assistant. Though she hasn’t been with me long, she’s honest and kind-hearted, and I’ve always trusted her. I turned to look at her and couldn’t help giving her a thumbs up. “You’re absolutely right! How didn’t I think of that?” But Cynthia immediately burst my bubble: “You’re getting ahead of yourself… Is this something you can solve on your own? Even if you’re willing, you need someone willing to cooperate.” I playfully pinched her face, squishing her delicate features out of shape. “Maybe fate has already arranged everything, just waiting for me to seize the opportunity.” I clearly remembered that in my past life, tonight was when Leon suddenly fell ill on a small road and happened to be found by Lynn, who took him to the hospital. After that, they naturally got married. Although the show had ended, there was no rule against dating the male contestants afterward. That’s exactly the loophole Lynn exploited in her previous life to win the grand prize. If I were the one to save him this time, maybe Leon would become the key to my comeback. With this thought, my gaze immediately drifted toward the door. In her past life, Lynn described that chance encounter like a fairy tale romance, remembering every detail of the time, place, and conversation. Without hesitation, I grabbed my coat and rushed out the door. I was going to save someone, and though I had ulterior motives, it was still better than doing nothing. After all, all I wanted was his cooperation in having children—I wasn’t trying to kill him. I took a deep breath and silently encouraged myself. I remembered every bit of suffering from my past life crystal clear. Ethan was all talk and terrible at everything else, then blamed me in the end, claiming I was infertile. Unwilling to accept it, I dragged him to get tested, and it turned out he was the one with problems. Out of loyalty to our marriage, I not only kept his secret but was willing to stay with him even without the prize money. But he repaid my kindness with betrayal and ultimately destroyed me. In this life, as long as I could win over Leon, everything else would fall into place naturally. Lost in thought, I spotted Leon in a secluded alley, his face pale and steps unsteady. He was swaying as he walked, so I quietly followed him. When I saw him suddenly collapse, I immediately rushed over to help him up. His body was burning hot—clearly running a high fever. Without thinking twice, I supported him while trying to flag down a car to get to the hospital. But before I could get a taxi, Leon suddenly pulled me into his arms and swiftly brought me into a car parked nearby. Two buttons on my shirt popped off in the chaos. His gaze fell on my exposed shoulder, and his breathing instantly became heavy, his body temperature rising even more. My heart skipped a beat—this didn’t look like illness, but more like… a drug reaction. As I hesitated whether to run, Leon had already leaned down toward me, his breath so hot it gave me goosebumps all over my back. He held me tightly in his arms, and I couldn’t break free at all. “You’ve been following me all night. Want me to properly ‘thank’ you?” My mind went completely blank. What kind of provocative words were these? Just as I was about to protest, he suddenly touched a certain part of my body, sending a burning sensation through me. I muttered under my breath: “This situation is a bit beyond what I expected…”

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Day one of college, and this girl, right in front of the whole class, yells, “Your eyes are so bugged out, do you have, like, Graves’ disease?” When my boyfriend came to pick me up after class, she wrinkled her nose, all dramatic, and said, “You’re dating while you have that? Aren’t you afraid you’ll give it to him?” My boyfriend, being the insecure type, got all suspicious and broke up with me. I went back to the dorm and confronted her about it. She just rolled her eyes. “How was I supposed to know depression isn’t contagious?” she snapped. The other roommates said she didn’t mean any harm, told me to chill out. Then, behind my back, they started spreading nasty rumors about me. My depression got worse, and one night, I climbed onto the roof and jumped. Then I woke up, and suddenly, I was done being a punching bag. Instead of obsessing about what’s wrong with me, I was gonna go full-on crazy and mess with everyone!

I’m drop-dead gorgeous, but let’s be real, I’m not exactly firing on all cylinders upstairs. So, I get dragged into the palace to be a royal concubine. This one senator starts ranting: “Your Majesty, she’s a femme fatale…” I lift my veil, give him a look, and the guy just freezes. “She’s a femme fatale…whoa! Like, what a smokeshow. I propose we make her queen! They say beauty comes from within, and someone this stunning has gotta have a good heart, right?!?” Then there’s this other concubine, Susie, always doing the fake-nice act, like a total Karen. It got on my nerves, so one day, I just shoved her into the koi pond. Her brother, a hotshot army dude, storms into the palace, sword drawn, and glares at me. “You pushed my sister? Let me tell you, you…” I turned around, and the guy just stammered, his ears turning pink, voice going all high-pitched: “If…if you like pushing people, you… you can push me, too.”

My husband, Mark, was a pharmaceutical giant. The day he perfected the “Lethean Elixir,” a drug designed to erase deep-seated emotions, our son, Ethan, finally cracked a smile. “Can we give this to Mom?” he asked, “So she won’t love us anymore?” Mark nodded resolutely. Ethan brought the elixir to me, a syrupy green concoction, and with a practiced lie, convinced me to drink it. I gave a bitter laugh and downed it in one gulp. Father and son exchanged relieved glances. They were finally free to be with her. But why, then, did they weep and wail later, “Don’t you love us at all anymore?”

My Sister’s Boyfriend Was a Thrill-Seeker. He’d say, “Let’s try something different,” and next thing you know, my sister was getting her ears gauged. It wasn’t long before her ears got infected, and she was in excruciating pain. For her own safety, I told our parents about it, and she finally cut ties with that dude. But instead of thanking me, she held a grudge. One night, while I was sleeping, she straight-up suffocated me with a pillow. I blinked, and suddenly, I was back in time, right when my sister was bouncing around the idea of getting her ears pierced.