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I entered the delivery room and realized my obstetrician was my ex. Wracked with pain, I groaned, “Can I get another doctor? Anyone but him.” Arthur Hastings spread my legs and said coolly, “If you don’t want me delivering your baby, there’s an easy solution.” I looked at him hopefully. “Just push the baby’s head back in,” he deadpanned. I was speechless. He added, “You weren’t this shy when we used to sleep together.” The other doctors wielding scalpels exchanged awkward glances. I wanted to die right then and there.

On what was supposed to be the happiest day of our lives, my wedding to Walter Harris took an unexpected turn. Just as we were about to exchange vows, my sister Isabella Reed fainted due to low blood sugar. Without hesitation, Walter scooped her up and rushed her to the hospital. In a moment of hurt and impulse, I made a decision that would change everything. I turned to Walter’s brother, Noah Harris, and married him instead. Walter returned to me, his eyes red and he kept begging me to get back with him. I smiled calmly, gently caressing my pregnant belly. “That’s not happening.” It was like those 10 years of loving Walter had just vanished into thin air.

Ten years after my stepbrother Elric disappeared, I met him at underground auction. I was the auction item, while he was my buyer. But he didn’t seem to recognize me. *** Others call him Draven Rodriguez. Draven is the Mafia boss of the Chicago underground. He hooked my chin with the tip of his boots, just like looking at a cargo. I cried tentatively: “…… Elric?” He didn’t look back, just told his subordinates to take me to his house. It’s like he doesn’t know me at all. But I still didn’t give up, with a louder voice, called again: “Elric！” The one who answered me was the gun on my forehead. His tone was casual: “Don’t mistake me for anyone else again, I will send you to hell. ” I didn’t know how dangerous I was until that moment. Draven’s subordinates took me to a mountain villa. The empty room, as if no one had ever lived here. “ What’s your name? ” Draven asked me. “……Liora。” “Help me undress,” he said. He lifted his arm, and the dagger and the gun around his waist seemed within reach. But I don’t know, this is a trap. I took the opportunity of unbuttoning his shirt to grab his gun and point it at his temple. “Let me go,” I said. I was supposed to be the one threatening him, and yet, my hands trembled in fear as I held onto the gun. On the other hand, Draven reached out calmly and grasped my cold wrist. “Do you know how to use a gun? Would you like me to teach you?” he asked. He snatched it forcefully, and I let go of the gun in pain. As soon as he got hold of the gun, he pointed it at my throat. He placed his finger on the trigger, then talked to me nonchalantly. He said, “You see, you’ll have to do this to succeed in threatening someone. Open the drawer and wrap the metal chain around your neck, or else…” He pressed the tip of the gun on my throat as he smiled with squinted eyes. “I’ll blow your throat up,” he warned. Since then, Draven has chained me up in the garden for three whole days. On the third night of my sleeping out here, Chicago started to rain heavily. I was drenched in rainwater within minutes. I hugged my knees and curled up by the wall next to me. After a very long time, I heard a sound and looked up. Draven stood in front of me without an umbrella as he looked down at me. Despite being wet from the rain, his exquisite features were handsome as usual, and his gaze was sharp and penetrating. “Do you admit your mistake?” he asked. He raised his eyebrow, then chuckled. “Come give me a kiss, and I’ll let you return to your room.” I was at a loss for words. I knew that he was just trying to tame me, but I felt dizzy from being exposed to the rain, and my stomach ached as well. Therefore, I stood up slowly and walked towards him shakily. I held onto his shoulders as I tiptoed and planted my lips on his. Draven’s pupils darkened as he took a glance at me. He then carried me into his arms and strode into the room. He sure was a person who loved trouble. The sex with him was a mixture of torture and pleasure. After that, I had a fever and lay in bed unconscious for days. During my illness, I dreamt a lot. The dream is all Elric without exception. My brother, Elric.

Elric Frank was my stepbrother, the son of the woman whom my dad was remarried to. Unlike the fairytales, she had never been cruel to me. She treated us fairly and even treated me better than she treated her own son in some cases. “Liora is a girl, we have to look after her well,” she said. Apart from Aunt Frank, my stepmother, Elric adhered to this rule very strictly as well. I always thought that even if I had a biological brother, he couldn’t possibly have treated me as well as Elric did. He’s just one year older than me. But when I was young, I was weak, timid, and soft-hearted. Elric had to protect me so that I wouldn’t get bullied. Elric had a deep, dark-colored scar on his back that he got from getting cut in a fight to protect me. Back then, so much blood flowed out of his wound that I sobbed in fear. Elric, who had been injured in the fight, had to console me instead. I used to believe that our family would’ve lived happily together forever. But life was full of mishaps. When I was fourteen, Elric went missing all of a sudden. My father and Aunt Frank made a police report. The police searched through the entire city, but couldn’t seem to find any trace of him at all. Our neighbors advised us that Elric wouldn’t be able to return anymore.They told my parents that they at least had a daughter left, who would be able to accompany them when they were old. Without saying much, my father resigned from his job and began his never-ending search. Aunt Frank no longer looked at me with loving eyes. Instead, she always glared at me with hatred. “If Elric hadn’t gone all the way there to buy that for you, he wouldn’t have gone missing,” she said. I couldn’t refuse. That was because I was the one who had said that there was a new bakery. I said that most of my classmates had gotten to try it, and that they said that cake tasted great. Elric had always doted on me. After finishing his homework, he saw that it wasn’t too late yet and rode his bicycle out to buy it for me. And he never came back after that. As we’ve never found Elric after that, Aunt Frank’s mental and physical health started to deteriorate at great speed. She passed away when I was twenty. My father was involved in a car accident during one of his search trips, and passed away during that accident as well. I buried my father’s ashes next to Aunt Frank’s in the Mausoleum. After returning home, I hung the third portrait on the wall. Yes, I’ve always thought that if Elric were still alive after so many years, he would’ve been able to return to see me with his smarts. Even if it was just for a second. But unexpectedly, after being sedated by the vagabond who asked me for help, I was transported to the underground auction by a human trafficking team. Here, I met a person who looked exactly like him. But that person was called Draven Rodriguez. And he didn’t know me at all. Technically speaking, they were completely different in terms of personality as well. Nevertheless, he is very keen to play my stepbrother. It was as if that title could make his experience even more enjoyable during affectionate times. Sometimes, he pulled my wrists above my head and chuckled as his warm breath spread across my neck. “Come, tell me, did your stepbrother treat you like this too?” he asked when thrusting. At first, I suspected that he was pretending that he wasn’t Elric, or had perhaps lost his memory, so I tested him multiple times. I stayed in the kitchen for the entire afternoon and cooked a bowl of Elric’s favorite noodle soup, then carried it out of the kitchen with hands covered in wounds. I patched up the torso of his jacket with a kitten-shaped felt pad. He flipped the bowl of noodle soup over, and then tore the kitten-shaped felt pad off of his jacket with a smile. Next, he ordering his men to lock me up in the enclosed attic, where the door and windows were bolted shut. “Liora, I do not like it when you see me as someone else,” he said. It was hot in the summer, and the airflow in the attic was terrible. When I was released from the attic after two days, I had already fainted from dehydration. Draven gave me a kiss, then fed me some water before letting it trickle onto the ground. “Liora, did you know that the sight of you being weak gets me excited?” he said. He talked to me as if I were really a kitten, and his goal was to tame me. Elric never did that to me. In the past, even if I were merely suffering from a mild cold, he’d prepare medications and hot water for me, and forbid me from eating spicy foods or drinking cold drinks. But soon, my persistence subsided when I noticed Draven’s back after he took a shower that day. His skin was fair due to being shaded from the sunlight. There were two newly formed scars on his back, but the old, dark scar was nowhere to be seen. He truly wasn’t Elric. At that moment, I lost all of my hope and energy.

I tried escaping once. I even took off one of the earrings that Draven had given me and gave it to a youngster, then told him to bring me to the nearest police station. That youngster looked pure and innocent. And yet, he took me to a local brothel instead. When Draven entered the brothel with his men, I was dressed in a set of revealing clothes and tied up by the corner, as if I were a product to be sold again. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of his bloodstained shoes. Seeing that the situation seemed dangerous, the youngster turned around and ran away. Draven tilted his head, then shot his back without hesitating. With a “bang”, blood and flesh were splattered everywhere. Draven took the earring that had been soaked in blood out of his pocket, then kicked his body away as if it were rubbish. He walked towards me, then squatted down in front of me. “Afraid? Did you think that I’ve been too cruel for killing him?” he asked. He smiled, then reached out and wiped off the cheap lipstick on my lips. “Did you know that he had taken the lives of two children younger than him?” he asked. My teeth trembled as my throat tightened. I couldn’t bring myself to say a single word. Draven didn’t untie the rope around me. Instead, he lifted me up and threw me into the bedroom in the same position. “A bad kitten needs to be ‘punished’,” he said when unbuckling his belt. It was at that moment that I realized how large Draven’s area of influence was. I had been acting under his watchful eye throughout the whole process of escaping. He had allowed me to run away so that I would realize that I wouldn’t be able to leave this place without his protection. The only way for me to survive was to obey him. …… “Liora has been a good girl lately,” he said. Draven’s voice made me return to my senses. He kissed my ears and neck gently. “A good kitten deserves a treat. Valentine’s day is coming soon, what gift would you like?” I looked downwards and said softly, “I want to go boat rowing.” Back when we were in elementary school, apart from the gifts we would receive during the holidays, Elric and I looked forward to the boat-rowing events the most every year. There was a flock of swans in the center of the lake in the city garden. Every time I went boat-rowing, I always carried a pack of bread in my backpack, then tore them into pieces before feeding the swans. They were usually held during the hot afternoons in summer. The weather was scorching, but it was cooling on the surface of the lake. I would lean against Elric’s shoulder and fall asleep unconsciously. At the mention of that Draven’s expression didn’t change at all. Nevertheless, his hand, which was stroking my hair a second ago, froze in the air. On Valentine’s Day, he actually took me boat-rowing. No, it was more like boat riding. He helped me onto the boat with a few of his men, and we took the boat across the river to discuss a collaboration with his ex-opponent. They wanted to join forces to import more illegal firearms into the country. The location of their negotiation was a luxurious private manor. When we passed by a water fountain with a statue on top, I couldn’t help but take a few more glances at it. Draven wrapped his arms around me when he noticed me looking at it. “Are you interested in these things?” he asked with raised eyebrows. I answered softly, “I went to art school at the university.” He extended his arm and patted my head. “When we get back, I’ll get you a set of painting supplies. You can busy yourself with them when I’m not home, okay?” As soon as we arrived at the hall, he took a seat on the sofa calmly, then turned around and whispered, “Sit closer to me, do not leave my sight.” Draven was rarely ever so gentle to me. These were the moments when I couldn’t help but associate him with the Elric I knew. Until the mafia boss on the other side, who had a scar on his face, called Sam Miller, told his henchmen to bring someone forward. It was a woman. It was a pitiful-looking woman who had watery eyes and was garbed in a white dress.

Sam pinched the woman’s waist before dipping his head into her neck and sniffing hard. “Smells nice.” The woman was in tears. She remained silent as she stared at Draven. Sam snickered viciously. “It seems that you’re enjoying your new woman very much, Draven. You haven’t forgotten about your old lover, have you?” Draven tightened his grip around my waist. But the expression on his face remained unchanged. “What do you want?” “Apart from the conditions that we’ve agreed on, I want half of the profits as well. I’ll also need my men to be a part of the main network,” the boss said. Draven squinted his eyes and took a short glance at him. “Deal.” The woman was pushed over, she rushed towards Draven and fell into his arms, as if she were a butterfly with broken wings. Nonetheless, Draven didn’t push her away. He let go of my waist and used his hands to grab onto her shoulders. I was stunned as I watched the scene. We’ve been so intimate all this time, and yet, I didn’t know… anything about Draven. Perhaps it was because Draven was willing to compromise, and the subsequent negotiations went smoothly. Sam even took Draven and his men to see their newly established firearms warehouse and invited them to stay the night there. “To be honest, Draven, this situation here is complicated and chaotic. However, I see the potential in you. You’re young, and you treat your relationships with importance. I’m willing to trust only you when it comes to collaborations,” he said. Draven placed his wine glass down in agreement. Sam arranged two rooms for us, then gave Draven an ambiguous wink. As expected, Draven did not return to our room after dinner. I lay in bed alone until midnight, when the door opened all of a sudden, With the beam of light that shone through the crack of the door, I squinted my eyes as I took a look. The familiar figure walked forward and lay down next to me. Draven hugged me from the back as he pressed his lips onto my ear and whispered, “Why aren’t you asleep yet, kitten? Have you been waiting for your owner to return?” His warm breath diffused across my ear, and there was an unfamiliar fragrance coming from his body. I kept quiet for a moment, then asked, “When are we going back?” He chuckled, then turned me over before hugging me tighter. “You kept wanting to leave that place back then. Now that I’ve brought you out, you’re thinking of going back already?” he asked. “I don’t like this place, and I don’t like… the smell of your body,” I replied. The bedside lamp was turned on all of a sudden. I was startled by the bright light. Draven grabbed onto my wrists, then leaned closer as he stared into my eyes. “Are you jealous, my little kitten?” he asked. I drank some red wine during the dinner banquet. Perhaps it was because I was a little tipsy from the alcohol, but I pounced forward and wrapped my arms around his waist. I didn’t say a single word. Nevertheless, Draven laughed happily. He held onto my hands as he kissed my lips. “Alright, we’ll go back tomorrow.” …… The next day, we left Sam’s firearm warehouse. The woman in white came with us. I heard her name from Draven. Her name was Eden Connelly. We took the boat back again. Eden felt sick from the boat ride and came knocking on our door with a pale complexion. Draven straightened my messed-up clothes, then got up and opened the door. “What do you need?” he asked. From my angle, I noticed Eden looking up at Draven with a pitiful gaze. “Draven, I feel sick.” “Go get some rest if you’re feeling sick. The journey isn’t that long,” he said. After that, he closed the door impatiently, but a fair hand tugged on his sleeve. “I’ll do it.” Eden said, “I’ll do what you asked the last time.” I watched as Draven paused and left the room with her. I didn’t know what they talked about. Upon returning, Eden moved into the manor I was locked up in. Perhaps to compensate me, Draven actually bought me an entire set of painting supplies and sent his men to clean up the study room on the second floor for me as well. “Don‘t go out for no reason，But you can paint here instead,” he said. He leaned forward and gave me a kiss on my forehead. “I’ll be very busy these days. You’ll have to be a good girl, okay?” I looked down. “Are you worried that I’d bully her?” Despite having my head lowered, I could sense the cold aura coming from him. “Don’t make me angry, Liora,” he said. With a smirk, he said with an unbothered gaze, “Stay in your room and be good. Don’t offend her, okay?” As soon as Draven left, I finally understood why he had said that. When I was painting in the study room, Eden walked in all of a sudden. With me being the only person there, she didn’t seem weak or pitiful at all. Instead, she looked at my painting haughtily, then snickered. “Pretending to be artistic, huh?” I didn’t respond and focused on mixing the colors on my palette. She rushed towards me, then slapped the paintbrush away from my hand. “I’ve seen plenty of women like you. After being sold to a place like this, you have no choice but to seduce a man to survive,” she scorned. With her arms wrapped around her chest, she snorted coldly. “Unfortunately, you’ve chosen the wrong man. Do you know that Draven and I are about to get married soon?” I didn’t know what to say. I stared at the bits of paint on her clean, white dress as I remained silent. “Once we get married, I’ll get him to gift you to his lowly subordinates as a reward. All of his past women ended up like this, and you’ll soon join their ranks,” she said. I stared at her chin. Suddenly, I smiled as I said, “Are you threatening me, or are you trying to convince yourself?” “You!” she yelled. Eden was furious. She kicked my easel to the ground, then stomped out of the room. I don’t know what she told Draven, but he came back to the manor that night. When Draven came in, I was getting changed into my pajamas next to the bed. “You sure are adding to my troubles, Liora,” he said. His leather shoes made deep thuds as they were pressed against the ground. He squatted down in front of me, then stared at me. “I told you not to offend her, why did you flip her things over on purpose?” I was at a loss for words. She was the one who did it to me, and yet, she pretended to be the victim. Before I could explain, Draven took his gun out and pointed it at my forehead. “If I kill you now, you’ll stop adding to my troubles, won’t you?” he said. His tone was nonchalant as usual, and it seemed to contain a hint of joy. Nevertheless, I could see that he meant it from his cold and dark eyes. After a moment of silence, I closed my eyes and said with a trembling voice, “Go ahead.” “Once you kill me, you’ll be able to marry her without any troubles,” I said. The gun that was pointed at my forehead was moved away. I opened my eyes, and caught sight of Draven’s inexplicable gaze. “Liora.” I moved my shaking arms behind my back, then smiled in tears. “Isn’t it easier to get rid of a kitten and get a new one?” Draven went quiet. He stared at my face under the bright light. Some emotions started to fade from his eyes, while new emotions emerged. After a long time, he placed his gun back into the holster before standing up. He placed his hand on my head, and stroked my hair as if he were trying to comfort me. “You’re not a kitten, you’re my dear Liora,” he said. As I indulged in the warmth coming from my head, I closed my eyes. At that moment, I truly wished that he was Elric, that he hadn’t got lost, and that I hadn’t gotten sold to a place like this. I wished that he had returned safely with the cake when I was fourteen. But when I opened my eyes, I only felt the coldness of the gun beneath me. The person in front of me is Draven.

Draven left the next day. Their collaboration with Sam went smoothly, and they had already smuggled two batches of illegal firearms into the country through both the old and new routes. Apart from that, a batch of women who were in their twenties was being secretly smuggled into the country as well. Human trafficking and illegal firearms seemed like ordinary businesses when he talked about them. Meanwhile, it’s been a long time since Eden last came to seek trouble with me. Nonetheless, she glared at me resentfully every time she saw me. I guessed that she was probably dissatisfied because she had tattled on me to Draven and made him return on purpose, but he didn’t do anything to punish me. That afternoon, I was painting in the garden when I dropped one of the earrings that Draven had given to me. At night, I went to the garden to look for it after noticing my earlobe was naked. And noticed that Eden was making a call by the entrance of the basement. She spoke softly, probably because she knew that Draven’s men were in the manor. “No, I want forty percent of it.” She said, “Are you kidding me? You know how terrifying Draven can be, I’m taking such a huge risk by staying by his side… who’s that?” She looked up abruptly, then took a glance with her sharp gaze as she ended the call cautiously. I hid on the balcony between the first and second floors. Suddenly, I realized something. I climbed up and entered the manor through the window, then dashed towards my bedroom as fast as I could. As soon as I was tucked in my bed, Eden opened the door and barged into the room. She stared at me as she snickered coldly, then left the room without saying anything. A few days later, Draven returned. Eden started to pretend to be weak and fragile in front of him again. After the meal, she began attacking me. “Draven…” she said. She bit her lip as she stared at me. “Have you never suspected that she could be an undercover spy that someone else has sent?” Draven raised his eyebrow. “Hmm?” “When I left the manor to buy some flowers two days ago, I ran into her giving a man a thick stack of letters,” she said. With tears in her eyes, Eden added, “You said that you and Sam faced some problems when importing the third batch of products, so I thought that… there’s probably a traitor here.” Draven turned towards me as he placed his hand on the gun holster around his waist. “Is that so, Liora?” He had an exquisite pair of eyes, and his brow ridge was slightly high. When he was focused, his gaze was as dark as the night sky, as if it could see through all of the lies in the world. I looked at the gun in his hand in a daze for a few seconds, and laughed. “Indeed, I gave someone a stack of paper,” I said. I added gently, “They were paintings. I painted some paintings of you, and wanted to get someone to frame them up as gifts for you.” “That’s nonsense!” Eden screamed. I looked towards her once again. “She’s the one who has been betraying you. I heard her talking to someone on the phone, saying that it was a huge risk to stay by your side,” I said. “That’s nonsense! Nonsense! You’re just trying to sow discord!” she shouted. The smile on Draven’s face widened, but his gaze seemed to become colder and colder. It was obvious that he was very dangerous at that moment. Therefore, Eden pounced toward me with a shrill scream. As she moved, I saw the glint of a knife between her fingers. She screamed, “Did you think that lying would be of any use? Do you know that my dad bought him back then? Back when I said that I didn’t like the scar on his body, he…”

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“Elliott’s not coming. He insists you sign the divorce papers tonight. Madeline Bryant, it’s time to stop dreaming.” On the cruise deck, a storm was raging and I was a mess, confronting Giselle Cole. Today was the sixth anniversary of my marriage to Elliott Bryant, and this cruise ship was where we first met. I never imagined my blood-written plea for one more meeting wouldn’t sway Elliott from divorcing me. He even had his sweetheart deliver the papers. How heartless! “And, I’m pregnant with Elliott’s baby. You and him, it’s over,” Giselle bragged, her growing bump proof of her hold on Elliott. How ironic! I had always longed for a child in our six-year marriage, but Elliott never once touched me. Now he and Giselle are expecting a baby. In the past, hearing such news, I would have lunged at her in a blind rage, tearing into her like a wild animal. But now, I was too drained to outdo Giselle. “Fine, I’ll sign.” Without another word, I reached out with a trembling hand, smeared with blood, and scribbled my name on the paper. Giselle was shocked by my swift agreement, then her face lit up with joy. She stowed away the divorce papers as if they were treasure, and the large diamond ring on her slender finger glinted, making my head reel. Six years of marriage, and I never got such a ring. I loved Elliott and even jeopardized my family for him, yet he gave me nothing. Not even a goodbye. “Does Elliott know I’m sick?” I asked weakly, unable to accept the harsh truth. Ten years of love, it wasn’t easy to let go. “He knows. He said you’re a burden. He’d prefer if you were gone,” Giselle shot back, her words as cold as Elliott’s. In my despair, I didn’t doubt her – those had to be Elliott’s words. I hadn’t seen him in two months since he proposed divorce. He left and cut me off. His friends and family treated me like an outcast, hiding his location. With my parents gone and assets transferred, I was useless to him. Despite my terminal cancer, he was quick to leave me for his dream woman. He was truly heartless! Still, I clung to him, my only love. I hoped for one last meeting to end our decade-long story. “Can you set up a last meeting with him?” I begged Giselle. “No need. You’re just a disaster! What’d it solve?” She sneered, queen-like. “Can I call him… please?” I backed off. Just his voice one more time would do. “Madeline, I’d never stoop so low for a man. Can’t you see? The more you beg, the less they respect you. Maybe next life treats you better,” Giselle scoffed, grabbing me. Her scorn stung. She had everything, while I, once privileged, was now desperate. How’d I end up here? As I lost myself in thought, two hefty guards moved in, silencing me with duct tape and tying me up. “Madeline, it’s time you disappeared from Elliott’s life. I’ve had enough of you…” Before I could react, they hurled me into the sea. Giselle’s words echoed in my ears as seawater filled my lungs. I was helpless against the current pulling me deeper into the sea. As my consciousness began to slip, I felt a force tug at my arm. Someone seemed to be pulling me towards the surface, but the storm was relentless. Then, everything went black. This pitiful, insignificant life of mine had been abruptly ended by Elliott’s damn dream girl. A splash of cold water jolted me awake. I forced my eyes open to find Elliott standing over me! “Madeline, stooping so low as to drug me? You’re beneath contempt! I wouldn’t touch you, let alone get you pregnant!” His face was twisted with disgust as he turned off the shower. Hadn’t Giselle thrown me into the sea? Why was I waking up in Elliott’s bathroom? I looked around, trying to understand my surroundings. The bathroom was a mess, with shower gel and a toothbrush scattered on the floor. Elliott was dressed in a dark suit, his hair and chest soaked. His eyes were filled with anger. Clearly, the recent process had been intense. This scene was all too familiar, and I suddenly remembered. This should be four years ago, on the second anniversary of my marriage to Elliott. That day, I asked the housemaid Teresa to bring a remedy from the countryside. She claimed it could help me conceive. Excited, I added it to the soup, imagining a romantic night with Elliott under the influence of the drug. I was truly desperate at that time. After two years of marriage with no sign of pregnancy, my in-laws and the entire upper-class society in Hoswich spread rumors that I couldn’t provide heirs for the Bryant family. Then, women close to Elliott, aiming to bear his child, were increasing. Tormented day and night, I reluctantly resorted to this method. However, for some reason, Elliott saw through it. He was furious, pouring the soup down my throat in front of all the servants and then dragging me into the bedroom. The potent medicine quickly took effect, and I lost control, tearing my nightgown into pieces. I repeatedly pounced on Elliott uncontrollably. Finally, he dragged me into the bathroom and ruthlessly showered me with the showerhead, exactly like the current situation. I suddenly realized I had been reborn! I was back to the time of my second wedding anniversary with Elliott.

I was reborn at a time when I still had my family’s support and my health! How blessed! Ever since I married Elliott, his words were harsh, and tonight, his contempt for me seemed to grow. “Listen! One more food screw-up and I’m gone!” Elliott glared at me, void of any affection. “Elliott, I’m your wife. Don’t you have any… love for me?” Memories of our past haunted me. I blurted out the question that gnawed at me in my final moments. “Love? You? If not for your family’s schemes, would we be together?” “Schemes? That was my family saving yours! Without my dad’s two billion rescues, the Bryants would’ve sunk into that financial mess!” Two years back, the Bryants’ huge oil venture in the Middle East halted due to an unforeseen war. Concurrently, a global economic crisis struck, shrinking the Bryants’ wealth dramatically in a month. Facing their financial ruin, I persuaded my dad to donate two billion dollars to help them recover. Seizing this opportunity, I fulfilled my dream of marrying Elliott. I was foolish then, believing that being with Elliott constantly would make him love me. But over six years, Elliott repeatedly shattered my hopes, and ultimately I was killed by his damn first love. Elliott lavished his affection on other women, leaving me with nothing but continuous pain. My heart had given up to despair when I found solace in the depths of the sea. In my new life, I swore no more foolish naivety! “Madeline, without those two billion, you wouldn’t even dream of marrying me. Be content with what you’ve got.” With these words, Elliott turned and walked away. “Elliott, since you hate me that much… let’s end this!” I said calmly as he walked away. He paused, laughed scornfully, then left confidently. “Fine, anytime you want!” After he left, I tried to stand, supporting my trembling body. Looking in the mirror, I saw a mess – tangled hair, empty eyes, flushed cheeks from meds, and my ripped nightie revealing my skinny arms and collarbones. I’d starved myself to fit Elliott’s ideal – long-haired, skinny women. Now, I was 5.7 feet tall and only 94 pounds. My resulting stomach cancer was probably from neglecting myself and enduring constant stress. I swore never to jeopardize my health for someone else’s ideals. With that in my mind, I threw away all my diet pills. Elliott claimed we could divorce whenever. Since then, let it be tomorrow. In my past life, I put up with Elliott’s growing disdain till it was too late. But this time, I chose to let him go, and more importantly, free myself early. After a sleepless night, as dawn broke, I dug out my old favorite jeans and a white shirt from my closet, untouched since marriage. I casually knotted the shirt and walked out with the divorce papers in my pocket. Then, I headed straight to Bryant Group, took the VIP elevator to Elliott’s office, knocked and walked in. Now, we were just married for only two years, playing the perfect couple. At this point, I could still move freely in Bryant Group, not yet so low that even their security looked down on me. Behind his big desk, Elliott’s brows furrowed upon seeing me. “What are you here for?” “I’ve drafted the divorce agreement. Take a look. Sign it if no problems.” I looked at him, my tone quite calm. A flicker of surprise tinged his gaze. Dropping the pen he held, he smiled faintly, his voice detached yet laced with disdain. “Which act are you playing this time? Didn’t you have enough drama last night?” “Elliott, I’m serious. Since you don’t love me, let’s end it sooner. It’s better for us.” Maybe I had let go of him completely. There was no ripple in my emotions when I spoke these words. Elliott’s face darkened. He stood up abruptly, circled the desk, and loomed in front of me. Pinching my chin, he locked eyes with me, a sneer playing on his lips. “What? Drugged me and failed, now another trick? Madeline, drop the games. I don’t have time for you, got it?” He then ripped up the divorce papers right in front of me and growled, “Get out!” In the past, his harsh gaze would silence me immediately. Every fight ended with me backing down, crushing my dignity. However, I was my parent’s precious daughter, pampered and loved. But for love, I made myself nothing before Elliott, burying my pride and self-respect. I used to fear Elliott mentioning divorce, considering how hard I worked for this marriage. But now, looking at this cold man, all I wanted was to get away and cut all ties and feelings for him. “Fine. Whenever you’ve made up your mind, just let me know. I’m done with this charade.” I left these words behind and turned to leave his office. At that moment, I heard a clear, shattering sound of broken glass behind me.

After leaving Elliott’s office, I headed to the seventh-floor planning department. From my past life, I remembered Giselle was an intern there. Back then, Elliott was busy with a starlet and Giselle slipped under my radar. The department was huge and buzzing with people, but Giselle stood out. She was tall, pale with long hair, and big eyes on her oval face. Her oversized, cheap business attire didn’t hide her beauty. My first impression of Giselle was like a delicate, innocent white rose in the wind. She was presenting her case in the director’s office, full of hope. But it wasn’t what he wanted. He glanced at it and angrily tossed it back at her, scolding her fiercely. Now, she was just a newbie at a big firm, trying to impress her boss. This harsh criticism must’ve hurt. Maybe this was what drove her to Elliott, climbing to the top step by step. Little did anyone know that this girl being berated would, in a few years, become Elliott’s wife and change her destiny. “Excuse me, madam. What can I do for you?” A woman in business attire came up to me and asked me with a bright smile. Only then did I realize that I had kept looking at Giselle, seeming fascinated, which wasn’t myself. Fortunately, I rarely came to the group and had never met these employees, so they didn’t know me. “Nothing. I wanted to discuss some business with your director. Since he is busy, I’ll leave then.” With a random excuse, I turned around and left. I didn’t mean to meet Giselle. I just wanted to see her at this time. I was so curious about how the inconspicuous Giselle managed to catch Elliott’s eye, sleep with him, and occupy his mind step by step. She even gained the favor and recognition of his parents! She was a recent college graduate with nothing special. How did she do that? In my past life, I was clueless about Giselle until she had already won over Elliott, surpassing all his past flings. Ignoring his family’s protests, Elliott asked me for a divorce multiple times for her. He even promoted the young Giselle, despite board objections, to aid him with the Bryant Group’s confidential matters. He trusted her more than anyone else. By the time I dug into Giselle’s background, Elliott was head over heels for her. How did an average girl from a common family with no extraordinary education earn all of Elliott’s devotion? Her looks couldn’t be the reason; Elliott had been with many beautiful women. Her beauty wasn’t her secret weapon. I remembered Giselle’s last words to me before I died. “Can’t you see? The more you beg, the less they respect you.” She was young but sensible. Could her sensibility be what captivated Elliott?

After leaving the Bryant Group, I returned to my parents’ house and lived in the room they had always reserved for me. My mother got a brand new quilt for me. The scent of sunshine on the quilt made me sleep particularly sweetly. I didn’t go back to my home with Elliott, and I didn’t know if he had ever looked for me. I even didn’t care if he would. Early the following day, I received a call from Sean West, the butler. “Mrs. Bryant, you didn’t come back last night. Where have you been?” “I’m at my parents’ house.” “Well. Mr. Bryant asked about you when he came back last night. Mrs. Bryant, you two, quarreled?” Sean asked me cautiously on the phone. In fact, during two years of marriage, only Sean had been silently caring about me. “Yes. Please tell him that I won’t go back, and I’ll pick a time to take away my things,” I spoke calmly. “Mrs. Bryant, what’s wrong? I know that sometimes, Mr. Bryant has gone too far, but marriage is a tough journey. As long as you are together, things will gradually get better.” Sean heard that I wanted to move out and became a little emotional. “It won’t get better. He doesn’t love me, and you all know that.” I smiled bitterly, no longer had any expectations, and hung up the phone. There was a time when I couldn’t leave Elliott for hours without thinking about where he was, who he was with, and what he was doing. It was hard not being around him. I couldn’t have left him for more than a day. But now, whatever. I was completely awake and didn’t care anymore. Where Elliott was and who he was with had nothing to do with me. For the rest of my life, I just wanted to take it easy, do what I wanted, be sober, self-loving, and no longer lost. I got up and opened the closet. Looking at the neatly arranged old clothes, I couldn’t help but smile. Before marrying Elliott, I was a rebellious girl. At that time, I liked motorcycle clothes, jeans with rivets, cool and unique dresses, and short hair. But later, learning that Elliott liked gentle and lovely girls with long hair, I gave up all these clothes and replaced them with long skirts and dresses that I had never enjoyed. I even stopped cutting my hair and let it grow long. Why bother deliberately catering to others’ preferences? People who loved you would love you no matter what you looked like. I picked out a short black T-shirt and a pair of ripped jeans from the closet, took out my favorite canvas shoes, dressed them up, put on a little makeup, and then went straight to the barbershop. Soon, with the skillful barber, my waist-length hair turned into neat collarbone-length hair, and the bangs in the front also turned into see-through bangs. I looked at my new look in the mirror and suddenly felt much more relaxed and refreshed. Just then, my phone rang. I picked up the phone and saw that it was my best friend, Paige Ford, calling… “Madeline, where are you? Come and stay with me. I feel terrible.” The call was connected, and Paige’s feeble voice came from the other end. “I’m at the barbershop. Where are you? I’m on my way,” I answered without hesitation. “Neon Club. Come quickly. I’m waiting for you.”

I glanced at my phone; it was about six in the evening. This was the time when a call ended over a decade of friendship with Paige in my past life. In my memory, Paige was in desperate need of comfort after breaking up. But I coldly turned her down to wait for Elliott, who didn’t show up until midnight. Meanwhile, because I didn’t accompany her for a drink, Pagie asked a group of unreliable friends to the club. Soon, she was drunk and was taken away by a bastard. When she was aware of the danger, she called me many times, but I ignored all of them and did not rush to find her. Although that bastard was sent to prison by the Ford family the next day, Paige’s reputation was completely ruined, and our friendship utterly ended after that. This time, I wouldn’t let it happen again. I drove to Neon Club, which was owned by Quinn Woods, Elliott’s good friend. The Woods family was prominent in Hoswich, and Quinn was the only heir. His family’s main business was shipbuilding, but Quinn was not interested and would rather run the high-end private club than inherit the family business. In my previous life, among all Elliott’s friends, Quinn was the one who despised and hated me the most. Every time I met him, he would mock me and quarrel with me. We didn’t like each other, so I never set foot at the club he ran. Now that I had been dead for once, I had let go of all the trivial conflicts in the past. Quinn was just an insignificant person in my life. Soon, I parked the car and walked straight into Neon Club. This club was indeed known as the most high-end and luxurious private club in Hoswich. The moment I entered, I was shocked by the artistic decoration style. I had grown up seeing a lot of luxury goods, so I could tell at a glance that this decoration must have cost a fortune. It was so luxurious that even the paintings on the walls used to be sold at high prices in auction houses. Paige told me that she was in box No. 8. I walked along the corridor, focusing on my phone with my head down, and I accidentally bumped into someone. “I’m so…” Subconsciously, I wanted to apologize, but suddenly, I heard a gentle male voice with a hint of surprise. “Madeline!” Who was this person? Did he know me? I was stunned and quickly looked up, seeing a handsome face instantly. I always adored good-looking people and would be nice to them. But this was the only face I wouldn’t say I liked the moment I saw it. Because he was the man I hated the most, Quinn. “Well, Mr. Woods. I’m sorry that I show up in your club. But if you mind, I can go to another place with my friend right away.” My voice instantly turned cold. The memories of him endlessly ridiculing and mocking me in my previous life still lingered in my mind. “How could it be? Everyone here is a guest. Your friend is Paige, right? She is in box No. 8.” To my surprise, Quinn, whom I had been incompatible with in the past, instead of being angry because of my words, actually had a very gentle tone and even guided me thoughtfully. It was unbelievable… In my impression, he was not a good person. I didn’t know what game he was playing right now. Although he looked nice, I rolled my eyes at him and didn’t bother to care what he thought. I just walked around him quickly to the door of box No. 8 and went in directly. There were many girls in the room, and Paige, sitting in the center, wore a champagne-colored dress. Seeing me coming, these girls immediately surrounded me as if they were so surprised. I used to hang out with them when I was unmarried. But of all those people, Paige and I were closest and other than that, Fiona Tucker. But Fiona had been studying medicine abroad for several years. I didn’t expect her to show up here today. Fiona was equally excited to see me. She immediately gave me an intimate hug and then cheered. “Madeline! It’s been a time! You’ve disappeared from our circle since you got married. You’ve gone too far!” “Come on! I find it harder to meet her than the king. She’s been so focused on having Elliott’s baby for two years. She hasn’t even had time for me.” Paige held my arm and couldn’t help complaining about me. Indeed… Since I married, I had become farther and farther away from my friends. Every time they asked me out, I would consider Elliott first, so I rarely participated in any of their gatherings. “I was wrong, okay? Well. I will punish myself with three drinks tonight! Paige, my dear baby, happy birthday!” I handed Paige the gift I had prepared for a long time. It was a diamond brooch with a sunflower pattern. It was expensive, but I bought it without hesitation to make it up to Paige in my previous life. “Are you willing to drink? Didn’t you announce at the bachelor party before your wedding that you would quit drinking to prepare for pregnancy? Will Elliott be angry if you drink?” Paige took the gift with a smile, but what I said about drinking shocked her. “I’m too young to be in such a hurry. I have more important things to do. Besides, I don’t care what Elliott thinks. What matters most is that I’m happy!” Letting go of my obsession, I no longer restrained myself. The moment I said these words, I felt my boredom and mania swept away. I picked up the wine glasses placed on the table and drank three glasses in one go, causing my friends to cheer instantly. “What happened? Did you suddenly sober up or did you undergo a makeover? I feel like you’re a different person, Madeline. No matter how much we tried to persuade you in the past, you turned a deaf ear. Now you’re finally seeing reality?” Fiona was the most open-minded and sober among the three of us. She had often advised me not to get lost in love. Hearing me say this, she was, of course, happier than anyone else. “Yes, I’ve realized. We shall hang out as often as before. Fiona, you are right. Women have to have their world and careers. It’s boring to focus on men!” After a few drinks, I felt much better, hugged Fiona, and kissed her on the cheek. In my previous life, when I had stomach cancer, everyone left me. Only Paige and Fiona were there for me. Knowing that I had no money, they didn’t hesitate to chip in and pay the surgery fee for me. In the end, however, I was still foolish. The day before the surgery, I still had hopes that Elliott was going to meet me, so I secretly rented the cruise ship without them knowing and ended up on the bottom of the ocean. “Well… I’m not surprised at all when Fiona says this. But since you said so, I’m shocked!” Paige joked, but I could hear that they were all happy that I could wake up. “All right. Stop talking about me. Today’s protagonist is Ms. Ford. Let’s celebrate Paige’s birthday!” I changed the topic with a smile and reminded them quickly. Everyone reacted instantly and gave birthday wishes to Paige. Then, the club’s waiter brought a birthday cake. Tonight, we had a lot of fun, and I hadn’t relaxed like this for quite a long time. It was so lovely not to love anyone who didn’t deserve it. I drank a lot and needed to go to the bathroom. So Paige and I, holding each other up, staggered out of the box together. “Elliott, teach me. This cue is so heavy that I can barely hold it.” A delicate female voice came from the next box. Hearing it, I stopped involuntarily.

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My son, Elijah Rogers, died, killed in a cramped bathroom stall, his head crushed. When my husband, Daniel Rogers, the school principal, arrived at the scene, he rushed to get the attacker, his old flame’s son. Onto an ambulance and quickly left. Before my son died, he comforted me. “Mom, don’t cry. Dad doesn’t believe me, but I’m not sad at all. “As long as you believe me, Mom, that’s enough… At my son’s funeral, I called my husband, Daniel. He shouted at me furiously, “Jerome needed two stitches on his arm, all because your son scratched him! If you keep bothering me, I’ll deal with him when I get back!” I thought, “My son?” I looked at my child’s forehead, a gaping wound the size of a bowl, and closed my eyes. I thought, “Yes, he was my son… So, Daniel, my son, is dead. There’s nothing left between us.” ***** “Elijah, don’t be scared. I called an ambulance. They’ll be here soon. Just hold on, alright?” A trail of blood stretched from the bathroom stall, making my vision blur. It was the blood Elijah had shed as he tried to escape. I could only imagine how terrified and in pain he must’ve been… I pressed on his forehead wound, my hands shaking, but blood kept seeping through my fingers. It wouldn’t stop. Outside, the sound of an ambulance siren approached. “Elijah! The ambulance is here! You’ll be okay!” Then Daniel ran past the window, carrying a boy in his arms, rushing to the ambulance. “Jerome, don’t worry. I’ll make sure you’re alright!” The ambulance sped off as quickly as it came, leaving me barely able to believe my own eyes. I screamed with all my might. “Stop! That ambulance was for us! “Daniel! Elijah’s dying. Come back! “Daniel, I’m begging you…” No one noticed the real victim, barely clinging to life. I quickly dialed Daniel’s number, once, twice, but he never answered. The third time I tried, Elijah grabbed my wrist with his blood-stained hand. “Mom, stop calling… Dad’s not coming back.” My tears fell immediately. “I’m not calling him. I’m calling another ambulance. One will come soon.” “Mom, I can’t breathe…” Elijah’s hand was ice-cold, colder than the tiles he lay on. “Mom, I’m sorry… I won’t be able to protect you anymore… “In my next life, will you be my mom again? “But this time, I don’t want a dad…” Before he finished speaking, his hand went limp. My heart stopped for a moment, and then, all at once, the pain flooded in. Ignoring the blood still flowing from him, I lifted him onto my back, following the trail of blood out. His blood ran down my neck, warm yet silent. “Elijah, don’t be afraid. If the ambulance won’t wait, I’ll carry you to the hospital myself.” Luckily, a kind stranger drove us to the hospital. I knelt in front of the doctor, begging for help, but he just shook his head with a sigh. “He’s been gone for a while… I’m so sorry.” “What? He can’t be dead. He was just talking to me! “Please, doc! Save him!” My vision blurred as a searing pain tore through my heart. The sun was shining outside, but my world had gone completely dark.

At Elijah’s funeral, I finally got Daniel on the phone after three days of trying. “Daniel, Elijah is…” “Don’t say that name! That troublemaker almost broke Jerome’s arm! How’s he supposed to play piano now? Barbara Robinson cried herself unconscious over this! It’s all because of your lousy parenting…” I couldn’t hear the rest of his shouting. I hung up. I thought, “An eye for an eye, a debt paid with blood. For every ounce of pain, Elijah suffered, I would make them pay tenfold, a hundredfold! And as for you, Daniel, it’s time this ridiculous marriage came to an end.” After Elijah’s funeral, I went straight to the hospital. In a private room, Barbara’s son was waving his bandaged arm around, entertaining them with his story. When Daniel saw me, his expression darkened, and he hurried out. “Who let you in here? Jerome’s just starting to recover. Don’t make a scene!” “Daniel, your son is dead, and you still care about someone else’s son!” I shouted, my voice raw, and Barbara and Jerome Martin looked at me, shocked. Daniel’s face grew even colder, and he shoved me back, warning, “Patricia Clark, enough! Ms. Robinson raised her son alone. As a principal, what’s wrong with me helping them out? “Besides, Elijah’s been bullying Jerome for years. This time, he scratched him. You’ve got no right to make a fuss here!” I had these hurtful words memorized by heart. I thought, “Barbara’s husband left her, but Daniel has cared for her all these years. My husband didn’t leave me, but he doted on another woman. Jerome’s dad abandoned him, but he has Daniel’s love. My son’s dad is alive, but he might as well be dead to Daniel…” When the window broke in winter, the freezing wind howled into our house. Daniel was busy learning new recipes for Barbara and Jerome and told me to find a repairman myself. He wasn’t a handyman and didn’t want me relying on him for everything. I continued teaching even when sick while he took Barbara on a state-sponsored conference that doubled as a vacation. He even told me not to be jealous. Even in my career, Barbara always got the promotion first, and Daniel claimed he couldn’t show favoritism as the principal. He had to be fair. When he returned from trips, he brought toys and gifts for Jerome, who bragged in front of Elijah, driving him to break the only birthday gift Daniel had ever given him, for which he was beaten. Barbara’s son was a wolf in sheep’s clothing, always pretending to be sweet while orchestrating Elijah’s bullying from behind the scenes. But Daniel never listened, choosing instead to believe Barbara and Jerome’s twisted tales, always seeing Elijah as the bully. Every time they accused him, Elijah would end up scarred from Daniel’s whippings. There were so many stories like this… I couldn’t even count. Looking at Daniel’s face twisted in anger, I suddenly found it almost laughable. “Fine, if you don’t want me here, then sign the divorce papers.” I held out the papers. I’d already signed them before coming. Daniel didn’t take them. Instead, he slapped them out of my hand and glared at me. “Patricia! Are you done? Stop using divorce to threaten me!” He thought I was trying to win him back, but I couldn’t stand to see him for even another second. “If you don’t sign, I’ll get a lawyer and file for divorce myself…” In the ward, Jerome suddenly cried out in pain. “Danny! My arm hurts so bad…” Daniel dashed back into the room like he was on fire, his voice full of fatherly tenderness. “It’s okay, Jerome. I’m here. Don’t be afraid!” Watching the three of them in that room, more like a family than anything else, I almost burst out laughing. I thought to myself, “If Daniel could talk to Elijah with this tone, Elijah wouldn’t have been so heartbroken and helpless before he died. This is the man I chose to marry, the father of my child. Elijah, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have given you a father like this…” I picked up the divorce papers, threw them into the room, and walked out of the hospital without looking back. I headed to a well-known law firm to consult a lawyer about school bullying. I thought, “Elijah couldn’t die for nothing, and those scumbags can’t just go on hurting others.” Just as I was leaving, I heard someone call my name. “Patricia?” Michael Wright stood there, his face lighting up with the same friendly smile I remembered. He looked just like he had in college, bright, cheerful, and handsome. I smiled and felt a bit embarrassed facing this young man who once pursued me. “Mind if I ask what brings you here? Is there anything I can help you with?” Michael offered me a glass of lemon water. Seeing my hesitation, he added with a warm smile. “I’m a partner here. If you’re in trouble, you can talk to me.” I looked up, surprised, and he was looking back with the same gentle kindness as before. We ended up talking for two hours. He learned everything without offering a trace of pity, just professional respect. It put me at ease like I was talking to a trusted, reliable lawyer. Just then, my phone buzzed. Daniel had sent a message: [Why aren’t you home yet? Do you know what time it is?!] I looked at it for a few seconds, ignored it for the first time, and turned off my phone. Michael noticed but didn’t say anything.

  As we left the café, rain began to pour. Michael raised an umbrella, offering to walk me home. I politely declined, but suddenly, someone came storming toward us. “Patricia! I’ve called you over ten times, and you went and turned off your phone!” Daniel looked furious, his face pale with anger. Seeing Michael by my side, he sneered. “So this is why you’ve been ignoring our kid out on a date with this pretty boy?” “Our kid? You have the nerve to talk about him?” Those words hit a nerve, and Elijah’s hopeless, desperate expression flashed in my mind again. Daniel snapped, “You’re out in the middle of the night while your son’s out there doing who knows what! Look at how Ms. Robinson raises her kids!” “Right! Barbara knows how to raise kids. Go be her husband! Go be her son’s dad! Oh, that’s right. You already are his Danny!” The last word came out as I gritted my teeth. Daniel was taken aback for a moment and then started accusing me again. “Patricia, stop being so petty! He lost his dad. What’s wrong with seeing me as a family?” I took a deep breath, pushing down the bitter ache in my chest, not wanting to waste any more words on this jerk. “Daniel, did you sign the divorce papers?” I turned to Michael. “This is Mr. Wright. He’ll handle my divorce case and Elijah’s bullying case.” Daniel’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean by that? You’re going to throw your son in jail?” Michael had heard enough. “Mr. Rogers, as I understand, it was your son who was bullied. And he… passed away three days ago.” “Shut up! Jerome’s a good kid. He wouldn’t bully anyone!” Daniel protested immediately. Daniel’s attention was still on Jerome, his precious Jerry. He refused to believe Jerome would hurt someone. He glared at me. “You told him that? How dare you slander Jerome! “Jerome was hospitalized from getting beaten up, and you still believe that worthless brat? “I spoiled your son too much. That’s why he turned out to be a bully! “Where’s he hiding? He knows he messed up and ran off, didn’t he? “I’ll beat the life out of him when I find him!” I watched him lose his mind, like a wild horse, lost to reason. I thought, “Jerome… your son. It’s clear who matters to him.” Ever since Barbara showed up at our school, I knew Daniel was gone. So was our family. Barbara and Jerome had an effortless hold on his heart, pulling his emotions like strings. And as for Elijah and me, we were just obstacles he couldn’t wait to push aside. Maybe I was too calm because, after all his shouting, Daniel finally caught on to what Michael had said. “What did you just say? My son died… three days ago?” Michael sneered. “Finally, showing some concern for your own child?” Daniel’s face twisted with rage. Daniel, furious, retorted, “No matter how bad my son is, you don’t get to curse him! You bastard!” Daniel swung his fist at Michael, but Michael caught his wrist and shoved him back. Daniel looked like he wanted to lash out again, but I’d had enough. I slapped him hard across the face. “Elijah is dead! He died three days ago in the school bathroom! “Because your Jerry cracked his skull open! “Jerry even took the ambulance. I called for him! “He bled so much that by the time he got to the hospital, he’d bled out! “You monster! You don’t deserve to be Elijah’s father!” I screamed in a fury that nearly choked me, my eyes burning with tears. Daniel stared at me, stunned, wide-eyed. “You’re… serious? Elijah is really…”

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The year I graduated from college, I was kidnapped. My ex-boyfriend married the woman who murdered me. Seven years later, he went from being a punk to a big shot. He broke off the murderer’s ten fingers. “Isabella was in much more pain at that time than you are now.” Isabella was me.

What was it like to find out your husband’s mistress was nine months pregnant? “Lily, let’s have two kids, one boy, one girl. How does that sound?” In my dream, I heard that familiar voice again, so warm and comforting it almost felt like paradise. But when I opened my eyes, the reality hit hard. The dark ceiling above seemed to press down, suffocating me with its weight. Jason Turner, next to me, pulled me closer, his face nestled into my neck, his slow, even breaths brushing against my skin. For a moment, I was still caught between the dream and reality. And then, right on cue, his phone lit up on the nightstand. The password was the day we got married. Just as I thought, it was a message from his lover, Brittany Cole. [Jason, I had my check-up today! Look at the baby’s picture!] Attached was an ultrasound. I could clearly see the fully-formed baby, the tiny, fragile life practically jumping off the screen, leaving a mark I couldn’t erase. This wasn’t the first time I’d stumbled across her texts. Just last week, I saw a message from an unknown number telling Jason she was nine months pregnant. I didn’t say anything then, and by the next day, he had already deleted it. [Still awake?] Jason must have noticed the light from his phone because he stirred slightly, mumbling as he pulled me closer. I turned to look at him. He was still asleep, his arm resting possessively over my stomach, like we were the perfect couple. For a moment, I was lost in thought. Our marriage had been a whirlwind. On paper, Jason was the ideal catch with a great family, successful career, and attractive appearance. Though cold and distant, he was always polite. During our first meeting, he was blunt. He wasn’t interested in love and wouldn’t have even come to meet me if his parents hadn’t pushed him. He made it clear that work came first, and while he couldn’t promise love, he could provide a comfortable life. If that was enough for me, we could go through the motions. It all seemed so perfect at the time. Our families were thrilled, and for the last three years, we had played our roles well. But now, as I lay next to him, his warmth so close, I felt nothing. My hand rested on my chest as I thought back to those three years, and suddenly, it hit me. This life wasn’t what I wanted. The next morning, I woke up like usual, planning to make breakfast, but to my surprise, Jason had already done it. “Come and eat,” he called out casually, his eyes glued to his phone, already immersed in work like nothing had changed. I sat down across from him, watching him for a moment before finally saying, “I want a divorce.” Jason froze mid-scroll, then looked up at me, his brow furrowed. “You went through my phone?” I nodded. “I’ll handle it,” he said flatly, his attention already shifting back to his phone. I kept my gaze on him. “Is there even anything left to handle?” Jason’s expression shifted, and he finally seemed to grasp what I meant. His head snapped up, and he put his phone down, walking over to me. He crouched beside me and took my hand, his voice soft, like he was trying to reason with a child. “Lily, I haven’t seen her since that one time. It was a mistake. I swear.” I just looked at him, saying nothing. Nine months ago, Jason had an affair. It wasn’t some secret that only I knew about. Both of our families had found out. Brittany had sent explicit photos of them together directly to his parents. His mom and dad, being the traditionalists they were, were furious. They didn’t even give me a chance to process anything before dragging both my parents and me into it, publicly shaming him and airing all our dirty laundry. In the chaos, I never really got a chance to feel anger or betrayal. I was too busy being suffocated by everyone else’s expectations. His parents had cried, blaming everything on the shameless mistress, and begged me to forgive him, saying that I should be understanding. My parents weren’t any better. My dad, all serious, kept telling me, “Do you know how hard it is to find a good man with a house, a car, and a steady job? It was just a one-time mistake. Marriage is about compromise.” My mom, with tears running down her face, had gone on a dramatic tirade, saying, “You want a divorce? Are you trying to make me sick with worry? Do you know how embarrassing that would be at your age? Thirty and divorced. What will the neighbors think?” That night, Jason came home looking exhausted, like he’d been through a long lecture from his parents. But when he looked at me, there wasn’t an ounce of guilt on his face. Our marriage had always been more of a partnership than anything else, civil, distant. But that night, it was like something snapped inside him. He held me tight, almost desperately, like he was trying to make up for something. After it was over, he leaned over me, gripping my chin, his voice low and tense. “Lily, let’s be real, this… this is your fault too…” I stared at him, waiting for him to finish. His voice cracked, and instead of continuing, he just pulled me into his arms, whispering in my ear, “I’m sorry, babe. I’m so sorry. I was drunk. I thought she was you. I’m sorry. Please forgive me.” It was the first time he’d ever called me intimately, and I didn’t even know how to react. His apologies swirled around me, but all I could hear was the echo of our parents’ voices, telling me to forgive and forget. In some twisted way, I gave in. I even cried that night, but I let it go. The scandal slowly faded, and life went back to normal. If it hadn’t been for Brittany’s pregnancy, no one would’ve remembered what happened. “Are you serious?” Jason’s voice pulled me back to the present. Seeing my silence, he tried to smile, but it was strained, and his breathing became labored. The warmth in his eyes turned cold, sharp. Without warning, he grabbed my shoulders, his grip tight as his voice dropped low, trembling with anger. “Listen to me, Lily. I’m not giving you a divorce. Not now. Not ever. Over my dead body.” With that, he stormed out, the door slamming behind him, leaving me alone in the quiet, empty house.

“Find yourself a husband like Lily’s, tall, handsome, rich, successful, and completely devoted! I’m so envious!” At the company dinner that night, the mood was lively, and the conversation bounced around from topic to topic. Somehow, the discussion turned to me, and one of my single colleagues couldn’t hide her jealousy as she asked how I managed to snag such a great husband. With a slight buzz from the drinks, I smiled and said, “You’ll find your own happiness too.” “Yeah, but will it be as lucky as yours?” they joked, and laughter filled the room. By the end of the night, as we made our way outside, we were greeted by a torrential downpour. While everyone complained about the awful weather, Jason arrived to pick me up. He always looked impressive in his impeccably tailored suit, and tonight was no different. As he got out of the car with an umbrella, he greeted my colleagues with charm and ease, which only made them tease me more. “You’re so lucky, Lily! Your husband even comes to pick you up from work!” “Seriously, we have to watch you two flaunt your relationship while we’re stuck here!” Jason wrapped me in a warm embrace, said his goodbyes, and led me to the car. Once inside, he looked at me with a hint of frustration. “Why did you drink so much?” My head was spinning, and though I heard him clearly, I wasn’t in the mood to engage. When we got home, Jason carefully helped me onto the couch, took off my shoes, and gently washed my face. His movements were a blur, but I forced myself to focus on his figure. The compliments from my colleagues rang in my ears, and I suddenly felt a surge of determination. I reached into my bag and pulled out the divorce papers. When Jason came back with the hangover medicine, I handed him the documents. “I don’t want anything,” I said firmly. “This is the agreement I wrote up earlier.” Jason’s face fell instantly. Without a word, he tore the papers into shreds, his frustration evident. “I told you I’d handle this.” I shook my head. “But Jason, I can’t live like this anymore.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” he asked coldly. “Do you even know what you’ll be giving up if you divorce me?” “I know.” His expression grew more troubled. After a tense silence, he said, “Stop making a scene.” He put the medicine down and tried to feed it to me. I refused and continued, “Jason, when we decided to be together, I genuinely wanted to build a life with you. But now, I just can’t accept this.” He looked at me with a deepening frown, his eyes turning red. We hadn’t had any other major issues besides the affair, and my firmness seemed to unsettle him. He had never shown anger towards me before, and this sudden intensity took me by surprise. I tried to lighten the mood, saying, “Honestly, if you’re with her now, the child won’t be a total outcast.” That seemed to set him off. He slammed the hangover medicine onto the floor and grabbed me by the waist, pressing his forehead against mine. “Lily, is your only reason for wanting a divorce my affair?” A shiver ran down my spine, and I dreaded revisiting the painful past. Jason’s face contorted with rage, veins bulging as he seethed, “I’d tear open your chest just to see if your heart is still in there or if it’s gone with that dead man!” His anger was something I had never seen before. This confrontation was far more intense than I expected. I had anticipated some argument, but his reaction was explosive. Even more surprising was the wounded look on his face as he continued, his voice harsh and mocking, “It’s been three years, and you still can’t forget him. How many times have I heard you call his name in your sleep? Tell me, what right do you have to be disgusted with me? What right do you have to ask for a divorce?”

The buzz from the alcohol had completely faded, and my ears were ringing with the impact of Jason’s words, each one slicing through me like a hot knife. In that instant, my heart felt like it was being squeezed tight. Memories I had desperately tried to bury surged back with overwhelming force. “Don’t know how to answer?” Jason sneered. “You think I don’t know anything? By the second year of our marriage, I already knew about your past. I even found that old newspaper about the firefighter who tragically died. His name was Leo Shaw, your childhood friend! I know all about him!” My mind felt like it was going to explode. Jason might have been expecting me to crumble, but strangely, as I looked at him, I started to feel more composed. I was stunned by his rage, which made me feel like I was the one in the wrong. Just then, his phone rang. “Who’s it?” he snapped as he answered. After listening, his expression softened slightly, and he quickly said he had to leave. After hanging up, he turned his back to me, still brimming with anger. “I’ve got urgent business and need to stay late at the office tonight.” He paused, clenched his fist, and said firmly, “Don’t bring up divorce again.” Feeling helpless, I retreated to our room. Seeing the framed photo on the wall reminded me of when we first met. At thirty, I was entering my tenth year of vacillation, still single since Leo’s death. Despite my friends’ jabs about being a perennial singleton, everyone around me seemed to be getting married and having children who were now even starting school. “Do you think Leo would want you to be alone down here?” During that period of relentless matchmaking pressure, my father’s persistent nagging was like sandpaper against my ear. “Dad, that’s kind of creepy,” I would always joke to brush it off. Leo was like a hidden part of my life, something I kept to myself. It was like when people said someone was still alive in your heart even after they were gone. He used to joke that his job required him to be ready to sacrifice himself for the greater good at any moment. Whenever he said that, I’d get all choked up. He’d tap my forehead with a playful grin and say, “I don’t want to die and leave you to marry someone else. That’s just silly.” It took me years to come to terms with his death. In my heart, Leo never really left, and I avoided thinking about him because those memories were too painful. Eventually, I gave in to the relentless ticking of time and the pressure from family and neighbors, and I started to manage my feelings with a bit more grace. So, when my parents, after attending yet another wedding and dramatically insisting I find someone quickly or face the consequences, demanded I get a move on, I agreed. I remember the day of my blind date with Jason. The cherry blossom tree planted outside my house was in full bloom. Leo loved those blossoms. That tree, right by my bedroom window, was his playground. He’d climb it and jump into my room with his trademark cheeky smile. Since his accident, that tree hadn’t bloomed again. But on the day of my date, not only was it covered in flowers, but it also had an abundance of buds. I felt like maybe this date was going to be different. They say countless women have tried their luck with Jason, but I was the lucky one who clicked with him right off the bat. The matchmaker couldn’t stop gloating about how envious the other women were of me. And honestly, she wasn’t wrong. Jason had a house, a car, a hefty bank account, and a prestigious job as a top lawyer. He’d even achieved financial freedom before most people even started thinking about it. And as if that wasn’t enough, he bought me a brand-new house even before we got married. “When we sign the papers, is it okay if I put only my name on the deed?” he asked, worried I might misinterpret his intentions. I shrugged. “It’s your money.” He grinned with confidence as he signed his name. “It doesn’t matter whose name is on the deed. What matters is that we’ll grow old together in this house.” I smiled back. “Of course.” At that moment, I’d made up my mind to move on from Leo. Although the memories still hurt, I knew I was ready to be devoted to Jason for the rest of my life. Time sped by, and three years of marriage had flown by in a heartbeat. I sighed deeply, thinking about Jason’s explosive anger earlier. I decided to call him. “Jason, Leo has been out of my life for thirteen years.” There was silence on the other end. I continued, “When we got married, I was fully committed to our future. I’m devoted to this marriage.” I just needed him to understand that some things couldn’t be compared. After a prolonged silence, Jason’s voice came through, rough and tired. “Can we just move past this?” “No, we can’t.” I heard him breathing heavily, likely smoking. Whenever he was stressed, he’d sigh heavily and retreat to smoke alone. Eventually, his voice came back, heavy with sadness. “Lily, even though we started this as a partnership, I fell in love with you.” The word “love” felt harsh to me. I replied, “You should focus on your work.” Before he could respond, I ended the call. It was only moments later that I realized he had asked one last question. “What about you?” In my mind, I could easily replay the moments we shared. Our relationship was smooth and loving, like when we first moved into our new house. With both of us busy, we hadn’t had time to clean or organize. His parents suggested I quit my teaching job to take up one of their arranged positions so I could manage the home better. I wasn’t thrilled about the idea, but Jason would come home, shower me with affection, kiss my face, and whisper how much he loved my cooking. “Be good, and accept the arrangement for me.” His affectionate persistence made me give in. “Fine, but my cooking isn’t that great.” He’d playfully tackle me with a teasing grin. “If it’s not good, then I’ll just eat you!” His flirtatious ways were hard to resist. There were countless such moments. He liked me to help him shave, tie his tie, and pick out his clothes. Every little thing was endearing, but I was unsure if I truly loved him. I remember on our second wedding anniversary, someone came by selling insurance. I bought a policy and listed him as the beneficiary. Yes, I tried to love him. But that fragile affection was ultimately shattered by his affair.

This was the first real standoff between Jason and me since we got married. Earlier in the day, I had finished drafting the divorce papers. Just as I was about to send them over, Jason texted, asking me to meet him for lunch at a restaurant near his office. I didn’t refuse. But when I got there and sat down, it wasn’t him waiting for me. Instead, sitting across from me was a young woman with a noticeable baby bump. Her appearance caught me completely off guard. Never in a million years did I expect Jason’s mistress to show up so brazenly. “You know who I am, don’t you?” Brittany spoke first, her voice full of confidence, as if she had every right to be there, like she was the one married to Jason. Honestly, I had only seen her in pictures before, the kind that lived on Jason’s parents’ phone. In person, she looked younger than I imagined. She was just a fresh-faced girl, barely out of college. My eyes lingered on her belly for a split second before I quickly looked away. Brittany lifted her chin, smug and confrontational. “You’ve known about me for a while now. I opened my Twitter just for you, and I know you’ve read my posts.” Every word out of her mouth, every gesture, especially the way she cradled her pregnant belly, was a glaring reminder of Jason’s betrayal. It should have felt like a slap in the face, a reason to fight for what was mine. But strangely, I felt none of that. Months ago, when I first discovered the affair, I was furious, hurt, blindsided. But now, nine months later, I was disturbingly calm. “My family has more money than yours! You think ignoring me will make me go away?” Brittany’s voice grew sharp when she noticed my indifference. She slammed her hand on the table, clearly rattled. “This is all your fault! Now he’s forcing me to get rid of this baby. Do you even care? It’s been nine months! This is a real life we’re talking about, and you’re just standing by, heartless! I hate you!” She was practically shouting, waving her belly in front of me like a badge of honor, trying to pin her problems on me. It was absurd, really. I could see right through her, the cocky bravado of a young woman who thought her youth gave her an edge. She probably believed her age alone made her special, untouchable. But the truth was, I didn’t care. I had no interest in whatever game she was playing or why she came here. I stood up, leaned in just enough to catch her eye, and tapped the table gently in front of her. “Let’s get one thing straight. You’re the mistress here.” To me, she was nothing more than a bad joke, and I’d never had much patience for jokes or for clowns. “Wait, I’m not done yet!” Brittany’s voice trailed behind me as she lunged for my wrist. I wasn’t interested in dragging this out any longer, so I swiftly sidestepped her. She let out a frustrated yelp, but I didn’t bother to turn around. As I made my way to the door, I spotted Jason rushing over, completely out of breath, sweat dripping down his face. The moment he saw Brittany standing behind me, his expression soured. “Jason…” she called out to him softly, her voice trembling as if on the verge of tears. But before she could say anything more, he snapped at her, “Who told you to come here?” It was the kind of messy, public confrontation that Jason had to be dreading. His mistress and wife were meeting face-to-face. What a scene. He couldn’t even look at me. Instead, he strode over, grabbed Brittany by the arm, and tried to drag her away without a word. She resisted, her voice rising in a shaky protest. “What about the baby? You can’t just…” That set off a wave of whispers around the restaurant, and now everyone was staring. Jason’s face darkened with embarrassment as he hissed through gritted teeth, “Shut up!” Brittany fell silent, letting him pull her along as the onlookers continued to murmur. My appetite was long gone. With a sigh, I stood up and made my way out. Jason caught up with me outside, his expression torn between guilt and frustration. He grabbed my arm, his voice urgent. “I was taking her to get rid of the baby. She said she needed time to prepare, so I wasn’t paying attention. That’s when she must’ve gotten into my phone and found out where you were. “I’m sorry. I should’ve handled this better.” His words came out in a rush, panic creeping into his voice. “I’m such an idiot, letting her show up like that. Just give me one day, okay? I swear, she’ll never cross your path again.” He looked genuinely pained, his brow furrowed, exhaustion etched on his face. I believed he meant it, and maybe I should’ve said something in response. But inside, I felt nothing, not even the faintest spark of emotion. It was like I’d gone numb. I wanted to show I was upset or at least give him some kind of reaction, but all I could manage was a sigh. “I’ll send the divorce papers later. I’m going to stay at my parents’ place for a few days.” His expression shifted, frustration taking over as he tightened his grip on my wrist. “Lily, didn’t you hear what I said?” I looked down at his hand, and he noticed, loosening his grip, though he didn’t fully let go. I sighed again, feeling more tired than anything else. “Her social media. It’s all there. I’ve seen everything.” The shock in his eyes was almost comical. He stood there, stunned, as I pressed my lips together, offering him nothing more.

Brittany was right. I knew about her affair with Jason, the whole mess that came up after everyone pushed me to just deal with it. I tried to force myself to forget, so I started surfing the internet. I happened to notice someone had followed my social media account. I had a hunch and clicked on their profile. [I met him during my internship. Even though I knew he was married, a man like him, with all his good qualities, was incredibly tempting to me…] [My first kiss happened after we went out for a business event. I stole a kiss, and he told me not to mention it. Then I pretended to be too drunk to walk, and he carried me. He didn’t refuse, so I knew he had feelings for me…] [The first time we slept together, he was drunk. He kept mumbling about how his wife couldn’t forget her first love and was really upset. I did my best to comfort him that night…] [I know he has a wife, but so what? I’m younger and prettier than she is. If he’s willing to be with me, it means he’s tired of her. I know they were set up by their families. Arranged marriages are never about real feelings…] It was the dead of night, and every word from that post seared itself into my mind. I’d never forget the icy chill that washed over me, the suffocating weight of realizing how hollow my marriage truly was. The betrayal felt like a thorn lodged in my heart, making it impossible to breathe. I laughed bitterly at myself for forgiving Jason, for being placated without a fight, and for nothing about Brittany I found online. When I looked back, Jason was sleeping peacefully on the bed. In that moment, I wanted to wake him up and ask him what it was like with her, where they slept together, how long it lasted, and what he felt facing me afterward. But I didn’t do it. All those thoughts were stuck in the reality where I had made peace with him. The apologies from his parents and the advice from my own felt like a net of curses that trapped me. After that, I occasionally checked Brittany’s social media, but since I reconciled with Jason, she hadn’t posted anything new. I also convinced myself to deactivate my social media account to avoid being further affected. Now, Jason looked deeply shaken by my words. His forehead was lined with veins, and he seemed to age a bit in an instant. His voice trembled as he said, “You’ve always been so kind and understanding. You promised before not to pursue this. Why are you refusing now?” I didn’t know how to answer. He frowned deeply, his gaze steady as he said, “I love you, and I will love only you. I promise no one will treat you as well as I do or give you such a good life. Lily, believe me.” His face was tense, his grip on my hand tightening. I could even feel the sweat on his palms. He leaned in close, his voice soft and soothing like before, “Babe…” At that moment, I realized why I felt nothing. Over the past nine months, I hadn’t truly forgiven him. I was just trapped by those voices, constantly suppressing my feelings until I reached a breaking point. All that was left was numbness and self-healing. I didn’t want to get caught up in his pleading anymore. I said, “Let go. I need to go to work.” He gasped in pain, his eyes red, and reluctantly released me. He pleaded, “Babe, I’ll make this right. Just take some time to calm down.”

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A single father had been raising his daughter alone for years, secretly solving his personal needs in such a way. ***** In the middle of the night, I got up to use the bathroom, only to find my father’s room still lit. Through the crack in the door, I saw my father, David Rhodes, setting up his phone by the bed, holding a tissue in his left hand while his right hand was under the blanket. The screen was playing porn. The headphones didn’t seem to work well, as faint, blush-inducing sounds leaked out. David’s breathing quickened, and he muttered curses under his breath until he finally collapsed onto the bed. I covered my mouth in shock, tiptoeing back to my room. It was hard to imagine that my usually dignified and gentle father would use such foul language while doing something like this. My face turned red involuntarily, the blush spreading all the way to my ears. I, Falon Rhodes, was nineteen that year. Though I had never had a boyfriend, I had always been curious about sex. But I never expected to stumble upon this scene. I grew up in a broken home. My parents split when I was three, and the judge gave David full custody. Since then, he had been both mother and father to me. I was incredibly grateful for all he had done, but I was also quite selfish. Growing up with just one parent probably left me starved for affection. I had always feared that another woman in our home would steal David’s love. That was why I had strongly resisted the idea of him remarrying. David worried that a stepmother might be mean to me and stayed single for over a decade. I used to think everyone had needs. I figured if David blew off some steam now and then, given his lack of a partner, it was no big deal. But reality was far from what I’d imagined. David was acting like a horny teenager. Almost every night since I’d been back, he’d been going at it. I watched his energy drain away day by day. His listlessness worried me sick about his health. But as his daughter, I had no idea how to broach the subject, let alone suggest he cool it. A knock at my door snapped me out of my thoughts. I opened it to find David standing there, impeccably dressed, and the picture of sophistication. He’d clearly made an effort with his appearance. A far cry from the hot mess I’d glimpsed that night, lost in the throes of passion. “Don’t forget we’re having dinner at Raegan’s tonight,” David reminded me, straightening his already perfect tie. I nodded obediently. Raegan was our next-door neighbor, another single dad with a daughter my age, Milley. We’d basically grown up together. Raegan took great care of himself. Pushing forty, he didn’t have a wrinkle in sight, giving him the appearance of a man in his late twenties. He always dressed impeccably, wearing gold-rimmed glasses that lent him an air of scholarly refinement. Being neighbors and both single-parent families, we’d grown close over the years, often looking out for each other. As I walked in, I saw Raegan, David, and Milley huddled on the couch, poring over photos from our recent trip together. Not wanting to miss out, I squeezed in to join them. As soon as I got close to Raegan, he lifted me onto his lap, wrapping his arms around me. That day, I was wearing something loose, giving Raegan the perfect view. I, on the other hand, wrapped my arms around his neck like I did when I was a child, pressing my chest against him. I could clearly feel Raegan tense up, his breathing becoming a bit unsteady. I had always been this close with Raegan, so I didn’t find anything unusual about it. Meanwhile, David and Milley were the same, with David’s arm around Milley’s shoulders. When they talked, they were so close they could feel each other’s breath.

Late at night, those sultry, teasing sounds started up again, accompanied by David’s muffled groans. He probably thought I’d be fast asleep by now like I used to be before college. However, my sleep schedule had changed since I started school. Now, these noises were keeping me wide awake. I was worried about David’s health. Could he really handle this? I knew I couldn’t just sit back and let this continue. I had to put a stop to it somehow. Barging in would only make things awkward, so I came up with a plan to indirectly interrupt them. I pretended to head to the bathroom, deliberately making my footsteps heavier than usual. This way, he’d know I was awake. Hopefully, the fear of getting caught would make him behave. When I came back from the bathroom, I didn’t hear any strange noises, and I finally managed to sleep. But when I woke up in the middle of the night needing to use the bathroom, I found a pair of women’s underwear in the trash can. Judging by the style, they likely belonged to a woman around my age. There was a sticky, foul-smelling fluid on them, and from what I learned in biology class, I knew exactly what that meant. The underwear wasn’t new, and it definitely wasn’t mine. A bold thought popped into my head. “Has my father started stealing from others? If this continues, could he become a rapist? If he gets caught, it could mean at least ten years in prison.” I didn’t dare to think any further. To prevent things from spiraling out of control, I decided to talk to David after coming out of the restroom. “Dad…” I called out. He turned his back to me with a warm smile. “What’s wrong?” I suddenly felt a lump in my throat. The words were right there, but I couldn’t say them. I was scared that if I told him, exposing the truth would be a huge blow, ruining his image in my eyes and possibly pushing him to do something drastic. After thinking it over, I decided to keep it to myself for now. I quickly changed the subject. “No, I just wanted to say, I miss you.” David chuckled, “I miss you too.” Even though I’d chickened out of spilling my guts to David, the whole mess was eating away at me constantly, robbing me of peace. Desperate for answers, I turned to the internet, searching for ways to curb sexual urges. The suggestions were all over the place. Some recommended intense exercise as a distraction. Others suggested becoming a monk, embracing vegetarianism and Buddhist teachings. One even proposed castration as the ultimate solution. Obviously, these weren’t practical. There was no way David would take up my advice. I shut off my phone, massaging my temples in frustration. Then, a thought struck me. Milley also had a single dad. Maybe I could ask her to take on this? In Milley’s room, I held her hand nervously. “Milley, I need to tell you something,” I said, “but first, you have to promise to keep it secret. Don’t tell anyone, not even Raegan.” After all, this was about David’s privacy. I didn’t want it getting out. Milley pointed at herself and promised, “Please, it’s like you don’t even know me. My lips are sealed. Just tell me.” “I found out my dad was…masturbating.” I lowered my head and blushed in embarrassment. I thought Milley would be very surprised, but she was surprisingly calm. “So what? Studies show most grown men do it.” “What about your dad? Has he ever…?” I blinked curiously. Milley nodded calmly. “Yeah, but it’s kinda awkward. If you see it, just pretend you didn’t.” I shook my head. “No, my dad’s different from Raegan. He doesn’t do it once in a while, he does it every day, and…” Seeing me hesitate, Milley frowned. “And what? Spit it out already.” “And he seems to be stealing other people’s underwear to… to do this. If anyone finds out, how will we ever face anyone in this town?” I said, feeling helpless and desperate. Milley’s expression was a bit odd, a flicker of something in her eyes. “What am I supposed to do? I want to talk to Dad, try to get him to change, but I’m so afraid he’ll just fly off the handle,” I sighed. Milley pursed her lips, thinking and saying, “Actually, I do have an idea, but I don’t think you’ll like it.” My eyes lit up. “What is it? Tell me!” “Maybe your dad should remarry, find a stepmom. That way, he’ll… you know, have someone, and he won’t be doing this sort of thing all the time,” Milley suggested tentatively. I rejected it without a second thought. “No way. What if he stops caring about me after getting a new wife? And what if the stepmom is mean to me?” I would never let anyone come between me and David, let alone some woman taking him away. “Well, there’s another option,” Milley chirped, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “I could become your stepmom.” I stared at her, dumbfounded. “Is this really the time for jokes? I’m about to lose it.” But Milley’s expression remained serious. “I’m not kidding. If I were your stepmom, considering how close we are, I’d never mistreat you. Plus, your dad and I could look after you together. Wouldn’t that be awesome?” I pondered her words. If Milley had been genuinely interested in becoming my stepmom, we probably wouldn’t have had any issues. But… My frown deepened. “You little rascal! I consider you my best friend, and now you want to be my mom? That’s a terrible deal for me.” Milley smirked. “If you think it’s a bad deal, you could always become my stepmom. My dad’s still single, isn’t he?”

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On the day of my wedding with Quinn Lee, her cherished friend, Edward Smith, abruptly collapsed, prompting her to abandon the ceremony and rush him to the hospital, leaving me behind. My mother, Lily Blake, was seated below when the shocking scene unfolded before her eyes. The sudden distress triggered a heart attack. Yet, amidst the chaos, the onlookers merely stood by and laughed as if it were all a grand jest. No one stepped forward to offer aid. By the time I sent her to the hospital, the critical moment for saving her had slipped away. It was then that I got a call from Quinn. “Shawn Blake, where are you? Edward is ill and in need of your bone marrow!” “Quinn, we’re through!” I declared, ending the call and leaving. This time, I wouldn’t look back. ***** Five years prior, I had been the savior of Edward after a successful bone marrow transplant. Quinn implored me to stay, insisting she wished to repay my kindness. For five years, I remained by her side, and today was to be our wedding day. Yet, at the pivotal moment, Edward feigned another collapse. I pleaded with Quinn not to leave, but she pried my fingers away. “Shawn, a life is at stake. How can you be so heartless?” She accused me of heartlessness, but she was oblivious to Edward’s subtle fluttering of eyelashes in the crowd, a telltale sign of his deceit. Lily’s heart gave out from the stress. As she lay there, I cried out for help, but none among the guests moved to assist. They all knew who was Quinn’s true love. With her departure, my insignificance was made clear, and no one offered me any aid. In the end, it was a server who dialed the emergency number for me, but it was already too late. I stood there. Lily was shrouded in white, lying in silent repose. I couldn’t muster a single tear. My body felt as if it were encased in ice. At this time, Quinn arrived at the hospital. Upon seeing me, she grabbed my arm with urgency. “Shawn, you’re just in time. Edward’s condition has worsened. Come with me for the check-up!” I shook her off, startling her. “Shawn!” “Quinn, I owe you nothing. I won’t be donating any bone marrow.” She hadn’t anticipated my defiance, so her expression darkened. “I’m not asking! I’m ordering you! Come with me now!” Her position as the president of a publicly traded company imbued her with an unmistakable aura of authority. She moved through life with a strength and decisiveness that was both admired and, at times, feared. In the past, I would have complied without question. But now, with my mother’s life hanging in the balance between us, I refused to be their living bone marrow bank any longer. Yet, I had underestimated her resolve. Quinn summoned her bodyguards, who forcibly dragged me into the ward for a thorough examination. They disregarded the fact that Lily’s body was still in the morgue. My protests were wild. “Quinn Lee! “My mother suffered a heart attack and is gone. Now, you still seek to extract my bone marrow. Are you even human? “I will never forgive you!” A flicker of surprise crossed Quinn’s eyes. “What did you say?” My eyes were ablaze. “Don’t believe me? Go ask anyone! “Half the wedding witnessed it!” Quinn pressed her lips together and kept silent for a long while before she spoke, “Shawn, the dead are gone, but the living are what matter now. “What do you think?” I was on the verge of exploding. How could she speak with such icy detachment? Indeed, in her eyes, no one held more importance than her beloved Edward. My ailing mother was but a burden to her. Now that my mother was gone, didn’t it align perfectly with their desires? I sneered, “If I refuse to donate, no one can force me!” Lily was gone, so I would never beg Quinn for anything again. Quinn’s eyes grew cold, a sign of her rising anger. Just as she was about to unleash her fury, a soft, masculine voice intervened from behind, “There’s no need. If Shawn isn’t willing, let’s not force him.” Edward stood at the doorway and clutched his chest, looking frail and vulnerable. Quinn immediately went to him, embracing him protectively. “No, you are the most important. If he won’t donate, I have other means.” Edward, nestled in her arms, shot me a provocative smile. I couldn’t help but sneer, “I won’t donate. If you want my bone marrow, just end my life!” A fierce glint flashed in her eyes, but I was not intimidated, standing my ground with defiance. She retorted coldly, “You wouldn’t want anything unfortunate to happen to your mother’s remains, would you?” For a moment, I was taken aback. A surge of anger welled up within me. “Quinn, you wouldn’t dare!” “After you donate your bone marrow, I’ll act as if nothing happened,” she said. She held Edward close as they left, leaving me on the floor, defeated. I knew all too well she was capable of carrying out her threat.

“Quinn! You’ll rue this day!” My voice, laced with hysteria, seemed to momentarily stun Quinn, but she paused only briefly before striding away without a backward glance. I gasped for air, but before I could gather my thoughts, I was hoisted up by her bodyguards. “Ms. Lee insists you undergo a check-up first. You’re free to leave only after the bone marrow donation,” they declared. I couldn’t suppress my shout, “This is illegal! Release me!” But I was powerless, a mere speck against their might. I was dragged into the operating room. The sight of the doctor in his white coat, syringe in hand, sent a jolt of panic through me. His words, meant to be a warning, echoed ominously, “Think of your mother; don’t resist in vain.” I offered a bitter smile as the needle pierced my skin. The pain seared. It felt as though my very essence was being siphoned away until darkness claimed me. When consciousness returned, I was alone, save for the cold embrace of the hospital bed. An eternity seemed to pass before a nurse appeared. “You’re awake. Rest up.” Ignoring the throbbing pain, I grasped her arm, demanding, “Where’s Quinn? “Where is my mother’s body?” The nurse looked embarrassed and murmured, “I know little of this. You’ll have to ask Ms. Lee.” In my desperation, I tumbled from the bed, landing in a heap. As if on cue, Quinn entered. She rushed to my side to assist me back onto the mattress. I seized her collar. “Quinn, where is my mother?” “Calm down. She’s been sent to the funeral home. You can visit her anytime,” she replied. I made to leave, but she restrained me, stating, “The doctor said you just had your bone marrow extracted; you need to rest.” “I need no rest!” I snapped, shrugging off her hand coldly. “Remember, this is the last time I donate bone marrow. From this moment on, we’re even!” I tried to push past her, but she clutched my wrist tightly, pleading, “Please! Without the bone marrow, Edward will die!” I sneered, “Did you ever consider, when you left me at the altar, that my mother might leave me because of it? “She was my only kin!” Quinn’s gaze met my bloodshot eyes. Her brow was furrowing slightly. “I’m sorry. I can make amends. The wedding can be rescheduled; your position as my husband is secure.” “As if I care for such honors! “Quinn, you don’t believe I’d forgive you so easily, do you?” I yearned to see a flicker of guilt in her eyes, but there was none. Quinn inhaled deeply. “I will compensate you.” “Compensate? With a life at stake, the only recompense is a life for a life. You owe me your life!” Quinn’s patience frayed. “Enough, Shawn! Sometimes, death is a mercy!” My hand flew, the slap echoing in the room. Her face turned away from the impact, and a voice called from the doorway, “Quinn! What’s wrong?” Edward, clad in a hospital gown, looked pale and stumbled towards us, “Quinn! “How dare you hit her?” Edward accused. He glared at me. I sneered, “A slap is too gentle. Quinn, can’t you bear this from me? Or will you hit me back? Be my guest!” I lifted my chin to confront Quinn, who sighed and prepared to speak, but I turned on my heel and left. “Where are you going?” “It’s none of your concern! I’ve made it clear! We’re even!” I wrested myself free from her grip. As Quinn made a move to follow me, Edward’s strength faltered. He fell into her embrace, an act that halted her right in her pursuit.

I walked away and made a beeline for the funeral home. After presenting my ID, I was finally granted access to Lily’s remains. Her rigid body was rolled out from the cold storage. I knelt before her, my hands trembling as I lifted the white shroud. The sight of her familiar face sent a shiver through me, and only a dry rasp escaped my throat. I couldn’t summon tears; there was no outlet for my emotions. My heart ached with a pain so profound it felt as though it would shatter. I clutched her hands, now cold and unyielding, a stark contrast to the warmth I remembered. Vividly, I recalled the moments before the wedding, Lily embracing me and gently said, “You’ll be married soon, Shawn. Even if I’m not around, you’ll have someone to care for you.” None of us could have anticipated that Quinn would abandon our wedding to be with Edward. It was my fault, my naivety. I believed that by her side, through years of devotion, I could win her true heart. I had overestimated myself and underestimated Edward’s place in her heart. I lost track of time until a staff member’s voice broke the silence, “Mr. Blake, are you done? It’s time.” I stepped to the side. My nod was barely perceptible, and with a heavy heart, I watched as Lily was conveyed into the crematorium. When she emerged, all that remained of her was contained within a small box. Holding the urn, I frowned. Lily had been confined to that small city all her life, never venturing beyond its borders. Her greatest wish was to see me settle into a good marriage. Yet, I couldn’t even afford a respectable burial plot for her. With limited funds, I liquidated what I could, scraping together 30,000 dollars. Just then, a staff member approached excitedly. “Mr. Blake, someone has paid a significant sum to upgrade your mother’s tomb to a high-end one. It’s over there, with an excellent location!” I was taken aback. “What did you say? Who did this?” “She’s still here. Her surname is Lee.” Hearing this, I strode towards the office area ahead. The moment I laid eyes on Quinn, my fists clenched involuntarily. “Quinn, what game are you playing?” Quinn met my gaze. “Shawn, this is a gesture of my affection. Accepting it would ease my conscience.” “We’re simple folk; we can’t afford your generosity.” Her delicate eyebrows arched sharply. “Shawn, why the pretense? “It’s just a wedding. I never wished your mother die, but she was ill. Must you be so petty?” Her words were harsh, cutting. I drew a deep breath. “I’ve said it before. There’s a life between us, so I won’t forgive you. “Drop the act!” When Lily was alive, Quinn never visited her, only expressing interest when Lily’s health was failing. Quinn had overseen our wedding preparations, disregarding Lily’s suggestions. Quinn only viewed our wedding as an opportunity to network. That explained why no one seemed to care when Lily suffered a heart attack. Quinn’s anger flared at my words. “Shawn, don’t be ungrateful! She’s not just anyone; she’s your mother, my elder. She deserves a serene farewell. Do you really want her final resting place to be so unbecoming?” Without waiting for my response, Quinn snatched the urn from my grasp and handed it to a nearby staff member. “Bury her at once!” She then instructed her secretary, “Summon all senior leaders of Lee Group to attend! “Notify the media!” I clenched my fists, my voice rising, “Quinn, what the hell are you playing at? My mother’s funeral isn’t some promotional event for your company! “And I won’t let anyone else take charge of it!”

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My college roommate, Bella Lewis, used my photo and identifying information to have an online relationship with a senior in high school, Samuel Johnson. Bella was afraid that Samuel would blow her cover after applying to the same colleges as her, so she mentioned her breakup to Samuel while he was taking his entrance exams. Samuel was so affected by the breakup that he didn’t apply to any of the colleges. Under the influence of his extreme emotions, Samuel chose to take revenge on Bella by sneaking through our college with a machete and hacking me to death on the spot as I had just come out of the library. When Samuel stabbed me over forty times to vent his anger, he went to the roof of the school building to accuse me of how I seduced him, broke up with him before his entrance exams, and neglected him after he was rejected by all the colleges. Samuel jumped off the roof of a building, and he put my parents and the school in the spotlight. Bella, in order to avoid responsibility for impersonating me, she led netizens to do cyber violence against my parents and me by creating rumors. Netizens got too angry and abused me, throwing garbage in front of my parents’ door. In the end, my parents were hit by a car and killed while they were trying to do right by me. Since I died a horrible and unjust death, the fate gave me a chance to be reborn. “Audrey, is my boyfriend handsome?” Bella handed her cell phone to me. In her photo album, there was a young and handsome teenager’s face, and Samuel looked cute and handsome as he looked at the camera. I felt so upset looking at the familiar scene in front of me. I unconsciously took a step back while my roommate, Grace Wilson, who was watching the fun, had gathered around. Looking at Samuel in the photo, we exclaimed that Bella had found such a wonderful boy. Across the crowd, I looked behind Samuel at the high school graduation countdown and the signs encouraging cheering for entrance exams, as if I felt the pain of the several stab wounds I had suffered again. Bella and I were good friends from high school through college. We agreed to go to the same college, and we were lucky enough to be assigned to the same dorm in the same major. Bella and I were inseparable, and we seemed very close. However, my best friend, who I thought was the best friend, ended up causing me to die a horrible death. In my previous life, Bella asked me the same thing if her boyfriend Samuel looked handsome and nice. I was very surprised to see Samuel’s background and asked the question in my mind. “Are you in love with a senior in high school? Isn’t he trying to study hard? Wouldn’t dating affect his studies?” I didn’t realize that this casual question was taken by Bella as me being jealous and sarcastic. Bella retrieved her cell phone in anger. “You’re jealous that I found such a handsome boyfriend, aren’t you?” Immediately afterward, Bella opened her cell phone and found a few pictures of Samuel’s abs and said smugly, “I didn’t like young boys before, and I find mature men more attractive. A young boy is very energetic, and he will treat me like his sister and give me everything he has. Wouldn’t I be charmed by him?” I didn’t argue against Bella at that time, and I just thought she was so naive that I didn’t realize it was the beginning of the disaster. Until my death, I was kept in the dark. However, in fact, Bella used my photo and information to have an online relationship with Samuel, with whom she agreed to apply to our school. When Samuel’s grades were enough to apply to our college, Bella was afraid of meeting Samuel and being discovered by him and revealing the fact that she had impersonated me, so she broke up with Samuel on the eve of his entrance exams. As a result of the breakup, Samuel failed his entrance exams. At the party, all his classmates had received their acceptance letters and were going to college, but Samuel could only clench his fists silently under the table. Everyone said Samuel was unfortunate. If he hadn’t made a mistake, he would have applied to an outstanding college. However, Samuel now had to wait until the following year to continue taking the entrance examinations or go to an unimpressive university. Samuel blamed his failure in the entrance exams on the breakup and developed such a grudge against me that he bought machetes and snuck into my school to hack me to death. He slashed me forty-five times, each time fatally. Looking at Samuel’s insane and unfamiliar face, I wondered why I had messed with him. Bella felt anxious as she hid behind the crowd. In this life, I didn’t say anything, but Grace had already found out who Samuel was, and she asked what I had wondered in my previous life. “Your boyfriend wouldn’t be a senior in high school, would he?” Bella was unsatisfied with Grace’s confusion, and uttered the exact same answer as in my previous life. “So what? He’ll come to our school for college later.” Perhaps seeing that I didn’t say anything, Bella took it upon herself to walk up to me and take my hand as if she and I were the closest friends. “Audrey, you’ll support me, right?” Watching Bella blush in front of me, as if she was shy from being in love, how could I have thought that this was the person who caused my death? When I came back to my senses, I withdrew my hand, my voice hoarse. “You should decide your own business, and it has nothing to do with me!” Bella turned indifferent instantly as she looked at me accusingly. “Aren’t we best friends anymore? Don’t you want me to be happy?” Sure enough, as soon as Bella’s had finished speaking, Grace immediately accused me, “Why are you going so far? Bella, let’s go!”

I watched indifferently as Bella and Grace left the dorm together. They chatted about what they were going to wear to the party with the basketball team at night and what songs they were going to sing to get the boys’ attention. I went to the shower to wash my face and forced myself to calm down. In my last life, after I was hacked to death by Samuel, Grace clearly knew the truth, but Bella lied to Grace that she could use my death to get Grace into graduate school. Grace’s grades were average, and she was working hard to prepare for graduate school. She would certainly prefer to go to grad school for nothing without putting in any effort or getting up early and struggling. For the sake of Bella’s hush money and the lure of graduate school, Grace not only didn’t tell the truth, but she rumored about my private life as a roommate after my death. Uninformed netizens fell for Bella and Grace’s lies. They used my death in an orgy of cyber judgment, and they used cyber violence and actual intimidation against my parents until my parents were hit by a van and killed. The real murderers who killed me, Bella and Grace, stepped over my dead body to qualify for graduate school. After Bella graduated from graduate school, she married a wealthy entrepreneur, while Grace went abroad to further her education. They both lived happily ever after. Instead, I died without an intact body and my entire family died. Why? Thinking of this, my tears flowed unconsciously. In this life, I would no longer pretend to be deaf or dumb to hide the truth. I was going to guard the people I loved, and I was going to make these evil people pay. I wouldn’t let Bella and Grace go. It was March, three months before Samuel’s entrance exams, and Bella and Samuel hadn’t argued with each other yet. I had to use this time to save myself and push the murderers to hell. I should know myself as well as the enemies. After I found out Samuel’s identity through a lot of hard work, I realized that Samuel was unexpectedly in the same high school as I was with Bella. There were no excessive coincidences in the world, and what there were were things that happened. Samuel was two years younger than me, and Bella and I had met Samuel long ago in our senior year of high school. When Bella and I were welcoming the new students to school, Bella noticed this handsome boy right away, and she purposely took me past Samuel’s classroom… However, we were under a lot of academic pressure in our senior year of high school, so Bella just thought of it as her way of relaxing, and I didn’t really take it to heart. Instead, I didn’t realize that eventually Bella would become entangled with Samuel. Bella would secretly use my photos in order to pretend to be me, so the first thing I did was close my Instagram. I wanted to see what tricks Bella would come up with if I didn’t provide the material. Sure enough, when Bella got back to the dorm at night, she immediately found me. “Audrey, why did you close your Instagram?” In case someone opened her album and found all my photos, Bella used to just pick out one from my photos on Instagram and send it to Samuel. Now that I closed my Instagram, Bella didn’t have a material, so how was she going to send Samuel my pictures afterward? I forced a smile and looked over at Bella, “What’s it to you if I close my Instagram? Why do you follow my feed so closely?” My attitude pissed Bella off, but she didn’t forget to pretend to be nice to me. “I thought you closed Instagram because something happened to you, but I didn’t realize you thought that much of me!” If I had heard those words in my previous life, I would have immediately apologized to Bella and comforted her by buying her her favorite gift. However, I just clenched my fists indifferently now and made a point of reminding her, “I thought you were peeking at my Instagram and stealing my pictures.” Bella looked embarrassed. However, it then occurred to her that what she was doing was extremely secretive, and there was no way I would find out, so she straightened her back and pretended to be upset as she explained, “If you really think that about me, I really can’t defend myself in a hundred ways!” Grace couldn’t handle Bella being misunderstood, so she threw a tantrum at me. “We are so unlucky to meet a vicious and disgusting roommate like you!” Watching them get so close, I repeated Grace’s words, “So unlucky…” That night, Bella spent the entire night on the phone with Samuel in the dormitory. She gently pouted to Samuel on the other side of the phone that she had a pimple on her face, so she didn’t send him a picture. Bella promised that she would wait until Samuel’s entrance exams were over to video call him and meet him. As for the fact that she hadn’t been video calling Samuel right now because she was afraid it would affect his study… I couldn’t laugh at Bella’s nonsense, because I died in my previous life because of these lies of hers. But a lie was a lie and truth would come to light sooner or later. l was looking forward to the day Bella was exposed.

When I was reborn, I voluntarily distanced myself from Bella and stopped providing her with any photos. In my previous life, Bella took many videos and photos of me under the guise of recording my life for me. She said she was recording the beautiful life, but she was actually sending all that content to Samuel. After I died, Bella edited my photos to make me look like a leading actress in a porno movie, creating rumors that I was a sugar baby and that I had a messy personal life. Bella couldn’t get my photos and information from my Instagram, and she was afraid that Samuel would notice something, so she had no choice but to take a sneak peek of me. Looking at Bella holding up her cell phone to sneak a picture of me, I purposely made a face. Not only did this scare Bella, who was snapping pictures of me, but the pictures she took were ugly. Bella had been throwing tantrums in the dormitory more and more often lately, and Samuel was not only under pressure from his study, but he also had to take care of Bella’s emotions. If I wanted to ruin Bella, I should have indulged her first. That was when I was contacted by my monitor in high school to ask if I wanted to make a video encouraging seniors in high school. I was studying at a prestigious college. As college students, we used to record encouragement videos for seniors in high school every year. In my previous life, Bella was trying to cheer up her boyfriend when she and Samuel agreed to surprise him in an encouragement video. I had no idea. I filmed the encouragement video with Bella’s deception, and I told the camera, “I hope we’ll stay together and have a great future ahead of us!” This statement made me feel extremely embarrassed. I thought I was encouraging seniors to apply to our school, but I didn’t realize I was becoming a part of this crazy couple’s game. In this life, I could use the opportunity. My relationship with Bella was getting worse, but Samuel still made the same request he made in my previous life to express his love in an encouragement video. So, Bella had to find me. She didn’t dare mention the encouragement video for fear that I would find out the truth, so she found another excuse. “Audrey, I need to film an assignment for my elective coursework, so please help me!” I wanted to reject her outright, but thinking about my plan, I agreed. Bella cheerfully ordered me to change into a white dress and stand under the oak tree at school to say the disgusting lines I said in my previous life. I totally cooperated with Bella’s command and finally got the video she wanted. It was funny to watch Bella send the video to Samuel after she sent it to the monitor. I refilmed the encouragement video and said some secret words in it. A week later, when the monitor was editing the compilation video, she asked me why I shot two videos and which one I needed to keep. I apologized to the monitor and only kept the one I shot, teasing that I must be put in the middle of the video. Once the monitor sent me the edited video ahead of time, she told me that the video would be shown before the exams, wishing them good luck in their exams. I watched the video with satisfaction that I was put first. I was wearing a bright red dress and smiling brightly and widely for the camera. One day, I was about to go to the library to study when Bella angrily pushed open the door of the dorm. She accused me in anger, “Why did you make another encouragement video? Why did you say things like that in the video?” I felt secretly delighted inside as I watched Bella, who was furious. The only way to beat Bella was to pretend to be like her, and it was the only way to provoke her. I pretended to be unaware. “Why can’t I make an encouragement video? Don’t you want me to encourage them?” Bella had nowhere to vent the anger that filled her mind. She couldn’t say she had taken the video, but she thought of something then. “Why did you say that you were always single in the video? Also, you asked them to introduce you a boyfriend. Are you that shameless?” I picked up the book in my hands and said with frustration, “But I’ve never been in a relationship before. You already have a boyfriend, so can’t I just try to find one through a video?” That was right. In the encouragement video I filmed, after encouraging the students to study hard, I announced that I had been single all along. Moreover, I invited students to apply to my college and introduce me a boyfriend. There was nothing wrong with the video, but Bella and Samuel agreed to announce their relationship after Samuel finished applying to college, but now I had made it clear in the encouragement video that I was single. How would Bella lie about pretending to be me? And how was she supposed to convince Samuel?

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